#i didn’t even hear the difference until ut was pointed out for me

[bejeweledblondie]

Phillip Graves Headcannons

A/N: These are supposed to be somewhat realistic, I lived in Texas for three years on an Army Base & Jesus Christ they’re flooded with plenty of Phillip Graves

Phillip Graves x F! Reader

• You met Phillip while he was on a four-day weekend at a UT vs. Baylor football game

• You were one of the cheerleaders on the sidelines & you caught his eye immediately

• I mean c’mon those shorts & chaps mixed with Pom Poms (The UT Cheer uniform is so stinkin’ cute)

• Your friend pointed him out to you at first

• “Girl that man has been staring at you”

• He was nearly focused on you the entire game, you kept smiling & giggling at him the more he looked

• He found you as you were walking out of the stadium, he asked you out & ofc you said yes

• There’s 100% an age gap (this man’s ego is equally as large as big as Texas)

• If you’re in a sorority he attends the formals with you

• he drives the most lifted extra pick up truck you can imagine

• “Babe can you even see over the damn steering wheel?”

• As you graduate college he proposed to you (with a two carat diamond) & you had a elaborate wedding on his family’s ranch in Texas

• You had multiple wedding dresses designed by Berta bridal

• Surprise Pom dance for him with your cheer teammates

• After the wedding you honeymooned in Italy

• Ofc y’all decided on off post housing so you be able to have every commodity on the planet

• hear me out indoor swimming pool

• Even though you went to college, Graves is a very traditional man he doesn’t want you to work

• You have different hobbies, go to cycle class, shop ofc, get Botox done etc.

• Since he’s a very traditional man I do feel like he’d hold some old fashion views that were engrained in him from childhood

• He’s a religious man to some extent (he’s from Texas there’s no way around that)

• He 100% loves to show you off on & off post

• His Shadows at first were in pure disbelief that he married you, hell some of his Shadows are closer in age to you

• Buys you lululemon work out clothing for the “quality” he loves the way your body looks like those damn align leggings

• You guys do go line dancing & the both of y’all are pretty good at it

• He loves to go to the range to shoot in his free time, & he’s a hunter (I apologize to my fellow animals lovers) but not a trophy hunter

•He conceal carries a handgun at all times

• He makes delicious Deer jerky

• This man collects old Allied WW2 firearms

• He loves History Channel documentaries on WW2

• full on dad stance in front of the tv while watching

• “Honey come look at this!”

• He’s not that old but due to his time in the Marines & current job he does have bad knees, a bad back etc. the cracking his body does is insane

• He does take pills for that & you have to remind him to take them

• Whenever you ask him to read something he whips out his old man glasses

• He is always losing them too, so at work he will wear contacts (no one knows about this at his work)

• “Turn the radio I can’t see”

• He adopted a golden retriever puppy & a German Shepard puppy for you

• They’re your guard dogs when he’s away

• You got pregnant a little bit later in your marriage solely because Phillip was focusing on work a lot in the beginning of your marriage

• He was over the moon excited that you were pregnant

• Your gender reveal was powder inside of a target & be shot at it

• It was blue, you were having a little boy

• He made sure the nursery was set up prior to him leaving

• When you went into labor Phillip was about to go on a mission & it was the most excruciating experience knowing something horrible could’ve happened

• He watched your baby be born on FaceTime. It hurt him to see you upon so much pain & just surrounded by medical staff

• Due to a miscommunication & an ambush he unfortunately got held up

• He didn’t meet your son until a month after you delivered

• He looked at the photo he had of you in his plate carrier in the safe house he was held up in wondering how you & his newborn son were doing

• His Shadows & their significant others gifted you the most beautiful baby gifts once they returned from the missions

• Graves would fall asleep with your baby on his chest in the living room after feeding him in his recliner

• Your son’s little face would be smushed up against Graves’s chest drooling on his t-shirt

• He too would bring your son to work, but once he started crawling (I swear if there’s one thing that will break any hardened military man is a baby)

• Once your little boy is old enough he would play football & baseball

• Graves also helps coach when he can, he too played those sports as a little boy

• He’d also probably take him hunting too & teach him how to live off of the land

• The saying Once a Marine Always a Marine rings true in the Graves’s household

• Just like his old man your little boy joined the Marines

• Graves is a true traditional family man at heart & does everything he can to shield you guys from his line of work

✨NSFW✨

• huge daddy kink, his ego is already big & he loves the idea of you having to rely on him

• Loud office sex whenever you’d visit

• Cockwarming him while he does paperwork

• You’d wiggle around & he’d hold you down

• You went topless in Italy when you went to the beach on your honeymoon, & he constantly was grabbing at your tits

• You adopted the habit of tanning like that in the privacy of your backyard

• Major breeding kink too

• He loves finishing inside of you

• He’ll also use you to take his frustrations out when he’s had a rough day at work

• Lingerie especially red lingerie is his favorite

• He’s 100% a boob man & he’d be happy to pay for fake tits if that’s what you wanted

• You’d 100% wear his cowboy hat while riding him

• He spanks you as a punishment

• You do have sex in the back of his pick up truck under the infamous Texas starry nights

• You two have made so many sex tapes together from all different angles

• He also has so many nudes of you

• One or a couple may have accidentally gotten leaked to his team (this just fed his ego more)

• You’d also probably wear his old marine dress blues for the Marine Corps birthday as you rode him

#cod imagines #call of duty #cod masterlist #ghost call of duty #phillip graves imagine #graves x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves smut #cod graves #graves mw2 #graves smut #ghost x y/n #cod modern warfare #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x female reader

[theflowerisblue]

Was nobody going to tell me Ethan mispronounces the Rs and him and the rest of the band have this running joke of copying him or making him say sentences with as much Rs as possible?? Was I supposed to find that out myself????

#måneskin #now i love hiM MORE #i didn’t even hear the difference until ut was pointed out for me #jsjsjdjfjfjfj dj the video when he tries to say romania #and the rest are like RRRRROMANIA just bc you don’t say it doesn’t mean the letter is not there!!!! #comedy #ethan torchio #i have to rely on my YouTube recommended

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Mon 7 June ‘21

Liam’s podcast with Steve Bartlett is out and while I still don’t care about that guy I’ll give him this-- he does great at getting out of the way and letting Liam talk. And boy does Liam talk! Liam says A LOT and let’s all just pause to send him some big hugs before we get into right? And then look to the future- Liam’s routine is to say ‘things have been terrible but it’s fine, it’s fine NOW’, always, even when that is absolutely obviously not true, and today is no different but for once I actually believe some of his hopeful bits too which is so great! I hope things really are shifting for him and I can’t wait to hear this new song of his. But there’s a lot that’s hard to hear too, oh Liam. He said that he and Maya have broken up (so yes, presumably why he just moved again such a short time after they moved into their haunted house), talked about his struggles with his alcoholism (and said he’s been sober for a month right now, go babe!), shared the usual distressing stories about his time in the band and what that was like for him (and how it still impacts him), and he talked about his new song and how it feels different for him than his past solo music. Truly though there is SO MUCH more than I can get into here or then you can get from the UA highlights- I HIGHLY recommend actually watching at least parts of the video, also because the attempt to summarize so much erases all the charm and humor, of which there is much. If you don’t think you want to watch Liam’s interviews, it has to be because you aren’t watching Liam’s interviews, they’re delightful! Plus really if you care about 1D and want information about what it was like for any of them, listen to Liam, he’s the one who’s out there talking about it.

About Maya he said, that yes, he is now single, and “I’ve just been not been very good at relationships,” and “I’m a proper perfectionist… at the start of the relationship you put out this complete false character like I might as well go in in costume, I’m like putting out something that is not there... kind of like encompassing someone else’s life with your crap rather than just doing your thing and laying out your store from day one. That’s my biggest problem is that I feel like I don’t lay out my store... and then I’m annoyed when they don’t like what I like,” and “I think my problem is I struggle to be on my own sometimes... I dive in and out of relationships too quickly. I’ve not spent enough time on my own to relearn about myself.”

He laughs about his tendency to ask his manager things during interviews; “My fans think that Steve is doing something to me, they’re like liberty for Liam because he always looks to Steve, but that’s because I like him. It’s not because he’s harming me as a person. There’s like a hashtag Liberty for Liam because they think I’m some like prison child,” and he also said “my manager’s my best friend,” (and he’s said in the past he is a big support for him) and mentioned stuff they’d talked about recently around his therapeutic awakenings.

He talked about therapy being something you have to want to do and be ready to do rather than being pushed into, like getting sober, and says that this time around with his own therapy work he’s really felt that and thrown himself into it and he talked a lot about his relationship to therapy in connection with band days. “I mean one of our old managers went to therapy from being a manager of One Direction. So if you can imagine how that feels like the rest of us definitely need some.”

“We were young,” he said, “What I found was I didn’t know I was the boss until like a few months ago, I still don’t even feel like I am now, like I’m such a child. And everyone I work with now is older than me and wiser than me and I’m like what the hell am I doing here with these people. When we were 17 I thought the security guard was like in charge of me so I was like Can we leave the room? No? Oh ok then,” and “when we were in the band, the best way to secure us was just lock us in our rooms. And of course what’s in the room? Minibar. So at a certain point, I thought Well I’m gonna have a party for one and that just seemed to carry on throughout many years of my life... You know I spoke to somebody about this in child development as a teen, the one thing you need is freedom to make choices. That we could do anything we wanted it seemed from the outside but we were always locked in a room at night and then it would be car, hotel room, stage, sing, locked. So it’s like they pulled the dust cloth off, let us out for a minute, but then it’s back underneath again,” and “the day the band ended I was like thank the lord for that. And I know a lot of people are going to be mad with me for saying that, but I needed it to stop. It would kill me.” Anyway, he said, because it wouldn’t be Liam without an upbeat coda, “I don’t want any of this to get lost in translation. I’m not 100% moaning about my life... it’s had its ups and its downs, but I would rather talk about it and it’s therapeutic for me.”

And what about that exciting new song? Liam said, “We have a really cool song in the pipeline... one of the first ones I’ve actually written myself- with some other people, I didn’t write it by myself, but it’s the first one I’ve really liked. And I think I got so used used carting around other peoples songs and not embedding myself creatively in what I do because I was so scared to find out who I was,” and “I don’t really know how I would tour again. I really want to” [on discord today he said he would be touring next year] “I always said throughout my solo career I’d let my song book speak to me. And I don’t think my song book spoke to me to get off my ass. I only became a solo artist because I had Strip That Down. I wasn’t gonna do it, I was gonna leave it alone. I was like, I survived it once thank you very much- but I’m back in now. Because the song, I knew it was right. It felt right with that song, I hadn’t had that. This year, the song we have I feel really really great about. So I’d rather let the music do the talking than me come out and force it. We don’t need any more useless music in the world, it needs to mean something,” and he mentioned the new song on the discord a lot too, most notably picking out a long comment that thanked him for making the fan feel supported and safe and for “putting your heart in everything you do” and for his support of the LGBTQ community to respond to with, “I think you will really like the new song.”

A few other random bits, he said that he thinks there should be a system to make therapy available to musicians in the industry, “I think I’m definitely gonna get a dog because I need routine,” and “I recently started jujitsu,” yeah you and everyone else huh, so do him and Louis and Oli go to the same gym or ???, and he acknowledged that as an addict he may have just transferred that to working out “but there’s a lot worse things to be addicted to then looking after yourself” hmm but he does seem to say that he’s doing better around body image stuff; he talks about having put on weight during lockdown and seeing himself in the BAFTAS performance- “I saw myself... and I was like ‘oh my god I’ve completely let myself go in this’. And it was fine...I feel so much more secure in myself now.” Oh and that he’s written a comedic movie script “based around AA” and his experiences there, such as how “I had a really weird AA experience the first time that I went. My first experience was with Russell Brand.” LMAO yes! Cannot wait, bring on auteur Liam please! Anyway as if ALL THAT wasn’t enough he’s also dove into the lead up to his NFT release; he said “I'm almost ready to share my NFTs with you guys... Who wants to see them?” and posted a tiny preview that tells us its (their?) title for the first time- Lonely Bug.

Niall and Anne Marie perform on Jimmy Fallon tonight, and the hype is already a go! I guess it’s prerecorded, as we’re already seeing pictures from it; they’re singing to each other with the cute car from the video in the background. Niall signed on to a letter to Boris Johnson asking for changes to music streaming revenue rules and signed by 232 artists (including all the artists Johnson recently named as his favorites, haha). Zayn signed on to a Billboard petition to the US senate calling for gun safety laws. The bar Zayn got into the fight in front of posted “Zayn's a regular at Amsterdam Billiards and he is a true gentleman. On Thursday night he was confronted by an inebriated passer-by outside on the street and was called a homophobic slur. We support Zayn & condemn homophobia in the strongest terms!” And also PS omg again because it just isn’t going away: Harry’s beauty company is called Pleased As, his name is Harry Edward Styles so yes when listed last name first, as legal documents do, it spells SHE but it is not a “feminist abbreviation” (WHAT? even??) nor the name of the business.

#liam payne #long post #so long #the longest #ugh #yeah I think he’s mentioned the movie before but it’s amazing every time #Liam also talked about the concept of toxic productivity and feeling like you have to be doing things always to be valid #OMG YES PLEASE I want all of them to be talking about that #I notice no one’s circulating that bit where he calls out the fans’ idea that he’s a victim of his manager #I... won’t say it I guess but like… do consider listening to what they actually tell us about themselves occasionally though #rather than just fans online #the industry is fucked but also they're not children #anymore #and have all at this point managed to find people they trust as their closest associates #anyway did I or did I not just say that Liam and Maya had broken up I DID so why was she on insta saying they were still together hmmm? Lies #but the real point is that I was right lol #if you messaged me to ask about the SHE thing it’s not that I’m targeting you it’s that you were one of MANY #it’s really true debunk info just doesn’t get the traction that nonsense posts do #pleased as #should have made that a tag already oops #7 jun 21 #I hope you guys are grateful I have so much time on my hands this took forever #tw alcohol #tw substance abuse #tw alcoholism #maya henry #laya

[just-here-for-the-moment]

For the DIFFERENT POV GAME:

I want Javi’s POV on this whole adorable scene.

Okay, my Queen @quica-quica-quica, I want you to know that I suuuuucked in a huge breath when I saw this Ask, because I was entirely unsure if I could do this. It seemed like a really hard challenge, but FOR YOU I’ll try anything.

I dug in to see what I could do, and of course because I can’t just write succinctly I had to start waaaaaay back in the beginning of the story to get Javier where I needed him for the phone number scene… hope that’s okay!!

Thank you for challenging me this way! This went from scary to amazing in just a few days! I love you so much, my friend!!!

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Coffee Shop Girl (a companion piece to “For Now” told from Javier’s point of view)

Word count: 3000+

Rating: mature, 18+ only

Outline: Javier Peña x “You” (Austin coffee shop barista; cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: slow-burn; references to previous hiring of sex workers; cigarette smoking; Javier masturbating

Javier Peña felt like he was at loose ends. Not for the first time in his life, but it’s different feeling ‘lost’ as a young man than feeling ‘lost’ when you’re on the wrong side of 40. At least a teenager can still expect their whole life ahead of them. Since leaving the DEA and the fight in Colombia behind, he had been feeling directionless.

Spending some time at his dad’s ranch in Laredo had helped, the way that hard labor and sweat always does. It left him too tired to ruminate, to sink into the blues and feel sorry for himself. He had lined up a teaching job at a university in D.C. but it didn’t start until the fall semester, and Javier wasn’t looking forward to an entire blazing-hot summer on the ranch. So when his friend Bill called from Austin and offered a short contract job doing consulting for one of the state agencies, he jumped at the chance.

Javier landed at Mueller Airport at 2:00 in the afternoon on the second Saturday in June. He made his way out of luggage pickup to the Hertz desk and signed for a rental car. It didn’t take him long to find the apartment complex where Bill had arranged for him to stay. Bill’s coworker’s son had graduated from UT Austin in May, and the lease wasn’t up until August, so everything worked out perfectly. Javi could sublet for the remainder of the summer, and the apartment complex was close enough to the office that he could take the bus, meaning he wouldn’t have to put too many miles on the rental car or pay for parking downtown. A small, blandly furnished one-bedroom apartment near work was perfect. He could make it work for two months, and he had certainly lived in much worse places during his years traveling.

On Monday Javier was introduced around the office and given his portfolio of cases to consult on. He also found out that the coffee in the office was total shit. He had spent too many years drinking government-grade slop at the DEA and other agencies to put up with it now. He wasn’t one to complain, or to order any of the frilly new designer coffee drinks that seemed to be making the rounds among the ladies in the secretarial pool, but he had noticed a coffee shop between here and the bus stop. Some local place, one of those Austin things where they boasted about fair trade and locally roasted beans. If they made a decent cup of black coffee he could splurge, buy a cup on his way into the office each day.

The bus dropped him off at the corner at 7:45, so he could grab a coffee and still be on time to work at 8:00. Punctuality wasn’t always his strong suit, but Javier wanted to at least make a good impression while he was consulting. You never knew who might be a network contact to something good, and he didn’t want to screw Bill over after he had recommended him for the contract.

Tuesday Javier tried the coffee shop and found out that their coffee was not only decent for the price, it was actually good. Wednesday he went back again, this time brushing fingers with the pretty barista by accident. He offered her a “thanks” and then went on his way. Thursday he walked in and stood patiently in line behind two stoner kids trying to make up their minds between breakfast tacos and blueberry muffins. The pretty barista was there again, and she waved him over with a smile, indicating he could skip to the counter and leave the hippie kids in line.

“Black coffee, right?” Her smile actually reached her eyes, and for a moment Javier was very glad for all of the body language and psychology classes he had ever had to sit through. It was nice having a pretty lady smile at you to start your morning, and even better that this one already knew his order. She was quick, he figured, and good at her job if she had his order memorized after only two days as a customer. Not that ‘black coffee, to go’ was a difficult order, but he hadn’t expected to become a regular so quickly.

He smiled and nodded, “That’s right. Thank you.” He looked for a wedding ring and then for a nametag on her black apron, but didn’t see either one. He slid a rumpled $5 bill across the counter, larger than the singles he had paid with the previous two days, but she was nice. “Keep the change.”

He thought he saw her bite her lip as she turned away, and while she was fixing his cup he took a moment to check her out. He wasn’t some kind of pervert who would goose her from over the counter, but from what he could see she was attractive. Hell, most women were attractive to Javier. He suddenly realized it had been a while since he’d gotten laid. His last relationship was years past, and he no longer visited prostitutes regularly. Javier wasn’t a ‘reformed man’ by any means, it was just that that habit had been limited to a specific time and place in his life where he wasn’t stable enough to have a long-term relationship, and it had the added bonus of gathering intelligence.

The barista turned back to him with the cup and when she handed it off their eyes locked and their fingers touched again. He saw her pupils dilate and recognized the little spark that turned over in his own gut. Damn, she really was attractive. But Javier didn’t want to be the kind of lecherous guy who hit on a woman while she was working. Too many men mistook the minimum of customer service friendliness for a sexual invitation. Or worse, like the men who hit on waitresses on purpose since they couldn’t be outright rude to stop them. Javier suppressed a smile and took the cup from her, nodding his thanks.

On Friday when he breezed into the coffee shop he saw the pretty barista smile from behind the counter, and she immediately turned and started pouring his to-go cup. She turned back and gave him the ‘what’s up’ chin nod while holding his cup up. Javier walked up and he slid a few singles across the counter to her.

Javier gave her a warm, “Thanks,” and winked at her. That was at least a harmless bit of flirting, in line with her bright smiles and her friendliness so far. If she liked it, great; and if not, then at least he hadn’t made her uncomfortable by asking for her number or hitting on her directly. When he said, “See you next week,” she smiled that bright smile back. Javier noticed that it again reached her eyes, lighting them up just a bit more than last time. A good sign.

The weekend dragged but Javier filled it up with errands: a run to HEB for groceries and to Highland Mall for a new shirt. If there was the possibility of a date sometime in the next few weeks he at least wanted to wear something other than his work clothes. Saturday night he ordered pizza and watched a movie on TV, some lame action movie with giant muscled guys shooting way too many bullets, and of course all the curse words and a sex scene edited out for network TV. Can’t let the kiddies hear the word ‘shit’ while they’re flipping channels, but watching Stallone blow a guy’s head off is good for their growing brains. He finished his pizza and a cigarette and then felt that tug, the loose ends, a little bored.

Javier took a shower and his mind went to the pretty barista, that smile, the sparkly eyes. He thought about those eyes looking up at him through her lashes, or down at him from on top. He wondered what her skin felt like, imagining the rest of her naked, spread out, touching him all over. He felt a little bit creepy touching himself to the thought of her, hoping it didn’t make him a bad person, hoping he would see her again on Monday. But fuck it, he needed the release. Javier came, spurting hot in the steamy shower as he leaned his head on his forearm and groaned into the cold tile wall. He wished he at least knew her name.

Sunday Javier slept in and then did laundry, tidied up the apartment, and took a jog around the neighborhood. He tried to talk himself out of a repeat of Saturday’s shower. It didn’t work.

On Monday Javier lit up as soon as he stepped off the bus. The first week of the consulting gig had gone well, but today was a big meeting and he knew the agency was not going to like his recommendations. He was constantly trying to quit, but at least he had cut back recently. He was down to a pack a day and only one cup of coffee. That had to count for something, right? Maybe his doctor would finally get off his back about that.

He smoked as rapidly as he could on his way to the coffee shop, and stubbed the cigarette out as soon as he reached the big window that overlooked the street corner. He tucked his sunglasses into the top pocket of his blazer and opened the door to the coffee shop.

The pretty barista was smiling, looking right at him and already holding up his cup of coffee like a game show model holding a prize. Javier felt his heart give a little squeeze, and he smiled and winked at her again as he approached the counter.

“You psychic or something? Or am I just that predictable?”

“Both, maybe.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and gave him a toothy grin.

Javier opened his wallet and saw that his smallest bill was a $10, but he decided not to ask for change back. She was attentive to her customers, she had surprised him by having coffee ready, and she was cute. “Great service, keep the change.”

Her face lit up and she turned to put the money in the register. Javier turned and exited the front door, and then decided to look back through the big plate glass window. She was looking at him, and Javier realized that meant that she had watched him leave. He hoped he wouldn’t have to tip $10 every time to get that look. He lifted his cup, nodded at her, and then made his way to the office.

Tuesday she had his coffee ready again, so he gave her another wink with his smile, and he thought that she purposely put her fingers in a spot to touch his as she handed the cup over. He paid with a $5 bill again, and then thought about her smile and her touch all the way to the office a few blocks north. He didn’t want her to think that the overtipping was him trying to come on to her; it really was nice to have his order ready to go every day.

On Wednesday she had his coffee ready again as soon as he walked in, but Javier supposed that was a testament to the bus schedule more than his own punctuality. This time he paid with singles. But he didn’t want her to think the smaller tip was because of anything wrong with her customer service, so he smiled a little more warmly, turning the charm up as much as he dared without just outright hitting on her. He noticed she was looking again through the glass as he left. But of course the only reason he knew that was because he had looked, too.

On Thursday Javier decided that it wouldn’t hurt to flirt a little more obviously, but to give her an out in case she wasn’t interested. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or fuck up his supply of good coffee, so he decided to take it a little slow. When he got to the corner he glanced into the window of the coffee shop and saw the pretty barista looking right at him. He took that as a good sign that she might be receptive to his flirting. He opened the door and let someone exit, then walked up to the counter. She pointed at his cup sitting on the counter in front of her, smiling that bright smile.

He arched an eyebrow up. “You trying to get rid of me? In and out so quickly?”

She grinned at him. “Depends on how long you were planning to stay. We close at 1:00 a.m. after open mic tonight. After that you gotta go somewhere else.” That was the most that she’d spoken to him yet. Javier decided to take his chance.

“And what time do you get off, after the morning shift?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” She winked and then bit the inside of her lips, like she had said something she shouldn’t have.

Javier decided to be direct. At least that would give her the chance to say ‘no’ if she wasn’t interested. He locked eyes with her and said, “I am.”

He was relieved to see her flash that big smile, all pretty soft lips and sparkly eyes. “I finish at 1:00, after the lunch rush.”

“Good to know.” He stuck his hand out to shake. “I’m Javier, by the way.” She continued to smile as she gave him her name. When she took his hand she gave a good firm shake, not like one of those women who went limp as soon as they shook a man’s hand. Javier liked her even more.

He fished a few bills out of his wallet. “Can I maybe stop by after your shift, take you to lunch sometime?”

“You can do me one better than that.” She reached down to grip the lid and spun the cup. He saw her name and seven digits scribbled in Sharpie. “My phone number’s on the cup.”

Javier gave her the eyebrows, very much enjoying how direct she was. It was nice to get a clear signal from a pretty lady, instead of having to play guessing games and worry about overstepping. He pursed his lips and nodded in approval.

“You do that for all your customers?”

“Just the best tippers.” And there was her pretty smile and her wink again, so soon after the first one.

Javier decided to give her both barrels. He put his hand out again, palm up instead of a handshake. When she put her hand in his he lifted her knuckles to his lips and pressed a soft kiss, giving her a look from under his eyelashes before he let go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Javier picked up the cup and left, and gave her a warm smile through the glass as he walked away. As soon as he got to the office he jotted her name and the number on a scrap of paper and tucked it into his wallet. He felt hopeful in a way that he hadn’t for a long time, and he rolled the cup endlessly between his palms while he considered his options. Options. Something he sometimes had taken for granted in life, until those moments where they suddenly ran out.

Javier drained the last of the coffee and then scribbled over her number with a Sharpie before tossing the cup in the trash. No sense in letting her number out into the world where some creep might find it. He smoked his third cigarette of the day out on the plaza and thought about her smile, the brush of her fingers on his, the way she approached him directly. He could use a friend in town, one who wasn’t a guy at the agency or an old college buddy. One who was soft and sweet and might be open to a date… or more. He checked his watch and calculated the hours until 1:00 p.m.

Normally he wouldn’t go back to the coffee shop until tomorrow morning, but it wouldn’t hurt to pop back over there today at the end of her shift, see if she wanted to grab lunch, right? He hoped it wouldn’t scare her off, going back so quickly. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray by the lobby door and jogged back up to his office, taking the stairs two at a time. He wanted to finish up, get this meeting over with, see if he could get over to the coffee shop before she left. He sat in the meeting, watching the clock hands spin slowly, listening to someone drone on about a budget issue that didn’t impact his work, and which could have been a memo in the first place. He felt his irritation creep up the longer the meeting went on.

Finally the meeting closed and Javier hopped to his feet. He told Bill he was headed to lunch and then jogged back down the stairwell instead of waiting for the elevator. He walked the few blocks to the coffee shop, keeping an eye on his watch. He hoped he wouldn’t miss her.

When he got to the coffee shop he opened the door and let his eyes adjust to the dim light for a moment. And then he saw her, slinging her bag over one shoulder and coming out from behind the counter. Javier smiled.

She stopped a foot away and smiled softly, “Hey.”

Javier realized he was still wearing his sunglasses, no wonder it was so dark. He took them off and slipped them into his blazer pocket. He really hoped she wouldn’t think it was weird, him coming back so soon.

“Hey, I’m glad I caught you. Are you busy, or can I take you to lunch today?”

Her face lit up. Good sign. “No, I’m not busy. I’d love to go.”

She gestured out the big window, “There’s a sandwich place around the corner, and a park we can go sit in.”

Javier felt his face split into a wide grin. “That’s perfect.”

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[midnight-in-town]

Why Jane is a demon

Back to Mey & Ran’s investigation we go: since I have some time, I want to do a recap post on why I think Jane is a demon and is also possibly John Brown, Victoria’s aide. 

This sums up different posts that I previously wrote on Jane and on John being supernatural [x][x] and also possibly the main attacker behind the massacre at the Phantomhive manor, 4 years ago. 

Premise

First of all, to replace the context: Heathfield was “looking to replace his wife” who died in a carriage accident along with their daughter. 

Whether or not we think this was just a big lie, so that he could appeal to young women with a lower social standing in order to have intercourse with them (while UT maybe promised to eventually revive his wife or something), it’s clear that Abby and at least another servant used to be a part of the Aurora Society and were the ones driving this whole blood collect operation.

Meanwhile Jane was hired as a security guard...

 ...which means that she’s unrelated to the Aurora society. 

Notion of a job contract between Heathfield’s household and Jane

That’s the simplest clue: many readers noticed the way Jane talked whenever she referred to her job in the manor:

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At some point, she also said that she would never do more on a job than what was directly asked of her (it was mistranslated in English so I won’t add the panel) and this all sounds very typical of demons speaking about their contract.

In other words, Jane stuck to her contract like glue, up until the operation was dismantled by Ciel’s allies. We’ll get back later to why a demon would give up when she could have easily defeated at least Mey. 

Jane���s behavior towards Baron Heathfield

Also something many readers noticed, as in, Jane lacked a lot of deference towards “her master”. 

This could be explained by the fact that she, as a demon, has no respect for him as a human (remember, Seb sees humans as grasshoppers & their soul as food). Besides, it’s very hard to be the master of a demon: our!Ciel does a rather good job, considering the wild and mocking beast that is Seb. 

So it’s not hard to think that Heathfield didn’t have it in him to correct & control Jane’s behavior towards him (if he even cared to do so in the first place).  

Parallels to S1 of the anime

As much as I kinda dislike admitting it (since I’m no fan of the anime), this arc was rather reminiscent of the one with Angela Blanc and Henry Barrymore. As we know, Angela eventually turned out to be a fallen angel and also Ash Landers, the Queen’s aide. 

So, while I’m really not sure angels are meant to appear in the manga, Jane being supernatural and having a “male counterpart” (named John) that we already met would be in tune as a parallel. Which leads me to the second part of the post.

Jane = John? 

As I linked to above, it is my belief that John Brown was hinted to be supernatural and even possibly a demon (instead of, like, a Shinigami or Angel). 

So, if John is indeed a demon, then it is likely to think that his master and holder of the contract is Queen Victoria and, in that case, one can wonder what was the point of “Jane” entering a contract with Baron Heathfield. 

Too many demons can spoil the soup

Unlike Shinigamis who are introduced in almost every arc (we get it, Yana), I’m personally against the possibility that Jane could be a third demon (assuming John is indeed one), because that’d mean introducing a pretty powerful character with literally no agency after Mey & Ran’s investigation, when we are far into the story and the plot is complex enough as it is. 

Yeah, storytelling-wise, it doesn’t sound like a good idea.

Besides, if Jane is a demon who only was in a contract with Heathfield, then...

...one can wonder what he even paid to have her summoned. That’s why this explanation makes not much sense, I find, considering the household seemed to have no idea at all about Jane being possibly supernatural.

Whereas if we’re considering that Jane already was in a contract with someone else, then it gives her a lot of agency + it means that meeting Heathfield and entering a very secondary contract with him would not have needed fare for the crossing (making the process even more simple). 

Why the presence of a demon at Heathfield’s manor

If we’re considering that John = Jane, then Jane would have been gathering intel on the blue sect’s operations for her real master: Queen Victoria. 

After all, remember that discussion between Victoria and Brown at the end of the Weston arc? 

Victoria clearly was interested in UT’s bizarre dolls (because she wants Albert back? Because they’re great war weapons?), so if she’s slightly aware of what’s been going on since ch140 and the real!Ciel’s return, then it’d make sense that she’d send her precious aide to gather info for her. 

And what Jane discovered is that the Bizarre Dolls need blood (amongst edited records and episodes) to function properly and long enough. 

As for that possible secondary contract that she made with Heathfield: we don’t know what it was about (maybe getting to eat the dead maids’ soul?), but it doesn’t nullify the contract with Victoria, seeing as Seb confirmed multiple contracts are possible.

Why Jane didn’t try to fight for long against Mey and Ran

If she’s a demon, then she theoretically had the strength to escape Mey’s gun and win, but there is a main explanation as to why she gave up: she didn’t want to be found out as a supernatural being. 

After all she was facing Ran & Mey and:

Ran showed that she was indeed strong as hell, which makes it interesting to ponder if she’s also a supernatural being or a strength-enhanced human (like Finny)

Mey is Ciel’s staff (and if Jane = John, it’s possible Jane would have known about that fact), so Jane proving to Mey that she was more than human would mean Ciel & Seb would get to hear about it and I’m pretty sure Jane/John wouldn’t want that. 

Another additional possibility is that Jane had gathered enough info, as her original mission requested, and she had no reason to stay longer (except maybe to eat some more souls, as per her contract with Heathfield, who knows). 

Ending word: what about the other investigations?

There is a lot at stake here and, as we know, UT definitely needs stopping. 

So it’s interesting to think that we possibly saw the Queen’s side gathering info on the situation through Jane, while Ronald (definitely representing the Shinigamis’ Organization) just made his appearance during Bard & Lau’s investigation. 

While Ronald’s arrival is definitely bad news (because it means people are going to die and for all we know Bard might be one of them), it makes one wonder who we’ll meet next if we get to read about Finny & Snake and Ciel & Seb: finally one of the remaining star lords? another government’s spy (France? Since UT went there some time ago)?

We’ll see!

Anyway, sorry for the long post, I hope it managed to convey my thoughts a little more clearly than my old posts. Don’t hesitate if you guys have any question! 

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[chilling-seavey]

Qui Totum Vult Totum Perdit (d.s.) - 3

A/N Let’s get things moving

Warnings: This story is centered around a murder so there will be graphic descriptions of blood, death/manslaughter, dealing with corpses, possible domestic abuse (physical/verbal), crime/covering up a crime, shock/grief, and other possibly heavy or triggering topics. Please read at your own discretion.

Jonah and I stepped in through the sliding glass door that led from the back porch into the living room of my house. The main floor was quiet and tidy and the blinds on all the windows were still open, allowing the entire space to be brightened nicely. Jonah closed the door behind us, and we paused a moment to look around at our initial surroundings. Nothing seemed out of place; it looked just like how we left it nearly three weeks earlier.

I made the first move farther into the house, scanning surfaces and spaces for any sign of anything that could help trigger my memory of the night before…but even our suitcases from the flight home weren’t there. I ended up finding them in the master bedroom at the end of the hallway, rested neatly against the door with my laptop bag placed on top. Our room was no different than when we left with the sheets pulled tightly over the bed and topped with the odd decorative pillow; a few random items left on the two bedside tables. I let my eyes linger on the framed photograph of Avalon and me on the beach a few summers back that was sat on the small table on my own side of the bed. She wore this terrible huge white sunhat and a pair of designer sunglasses I had bought her for her birthday but her smile was the brightest thing in the picture regardless of what accessories she wore, and even my own self in the photograph was staring at her with nothing but awe.

“Daniel.”

Jonah’s voice pulled me from my thoughts and I followed his voice back down the hallway to the kitchen. He was standing at the end of the island and pointed to the floor with the toe of his shoe to lead my eyes down to the smashed glass and spilt water on the hardwood.

“Remember something about this?” he asked.

“God, I fucking hate you!” she screamed, throwing her water glass at me and it fell and shattered on the ground as she spun on her heel to head towards the sliding doors leading to the backyard.

“Don’t walk away while we’re talking!” I called angrily after her, hot on her heels as she stormed out into the dark backyard. I stopped the door with my foot before she should slide it shut and I followed after her into the warm LA night towards the studio built a few paces from the back deck. “You wanted me to talk to you so goddamn badly so here I am!”

“This isn’t talking, Daniel!” she stomped down the three stairs of the back porch and across the stone walkway to the studio door. “Leave me alone!”

The scene played in my head like a picture, like it was a true memory, but how could I be sure? I furrowed my eyebrows and stepped closer to crouch down and pick up one of the larger pieces between my fingers, “I don’t know.”

“It has to trigger something, Daniel. Be honest with me, bro.” Jonah pressed.

I tapped the tip of my index finger against the piece of glass in my hand until it started to pierce through each layer of callused skin. My eyes scanned the kitchen floor, past the island, and to the tall natural wood front door a few paces away.

“Your ignorance is fucking incredible, Daniel James!”

Her words were venomous, punctuated by the slam of the front door the moment we stepped back inside the house. I was still trying to put my wallet in my pocket after paying the taxi driver, showing exactly how quickly she decided to snap back at me after we already endured a terribly tense flight home. Yet, apparently a simple question of “are you okay” was completely disgusting of me to ask.

“You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset, Avalon. I’m just trying to talk to you.” I called as calmly as I could as I set my computer bag on the kitchen island.

She grabbed herself an empty glass from the cupboard and slammed the cabinet door shut before turning on the tap aggressively. Her brown eyes glared daggers in my direction over the rim of the glass as she raised it to her lips to take a sip, and the diamond ring on her left hand caught the light of the late evening setting sun coming in through the window. Flickers of orange light writhed on the marble countertop between us and died when she lowered her hand out of the incoming rays.

There was a moment of silence as the beginnings of this obvious inevitable fight lingered between us.

“We fought.” I breathed. “We had an argument that kinda blew up.”

“Okay.” Jonah answered plainly, watching me crouched there stewing in my mind.

I bit at my bottom lip as I tried to wrack my brain for any other snippets of memory.

“She didn’t talk to me all day…the whole flight home.” I whispered, eyebrows furrowing deeper as the faint hints of memory flicked through my mind. “She was angry at me…and we had an argument and we yelled and…”

I rubbed my hand over my forehead as the splitting pain was lessened to a dull throb, but my head still ached, especially while straining to think of something that I didn’t remember.

“I think we really went at it…I…”

“What was she mad about?” Jonah knelt down to help clean up the broken pieces of glass.

The gentle tinkle of the shards falling together in our palms as we collected them rang at the forefront of my mind. I could hear her soft gasp as the glass slipped from her hand and fell to shatters on the ground.

I cleared my throat, “Work…I think.”

Jonah’s eyes raised to me, “You never liked when she brought up our job in arguments. You’ve told me that plenty.”

“Yeah.” I said.

I paused a moment before getting up from the ground and I tossed the broken glass into the garbage. Jonah did the same after me.

“Do you think that was the final straw?” Jonah asked gently.

I leaned my hands on the island countertop with a sigh and then turned my head to look at him, “Bro, honestly, I don’t know. Why would I…why would I kill her?”

“That’s what I’m asking you.” Jonah said softly.

“We just got married, Jo. Why would I…I couldn’t have…” I mumbled. “I loved her.”

“Yeah, you loved her. And yet she never seemed to accept your status in society.” Jonah stated.

“Status in society.” I scoffed, turning around to lean back against the counter. “Yeah, right. You open a well-known recording studio and suddenly all of fucking Los Angeles thinks you’re a celebrity. Avalon always hated that side of it.”

“I know she did. You came to me pissed about it more often that either of us would have liked to admit.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out to see a text from my brother,

Hello?? You said you would text me when you landed and I haven’t heard from you. Where are you?

“Who’s that?” Jonah asked.

“Christian.” I answered flatly as I scrolled up in the conversation thread to see a few other texts from him since the time the plane landed, asking where I was. They were all unanswered. Why didn’t I answer him?

“My brother always told me you were too fucking weak to be my wife…couldn’t handle the baggage that comes with the job.”

“Leave Christian out of this. He doesn’t know bull-fucking-shit about us and especially not about me. Neither of you know how hard it is!”

“It’s not hard, Avalon! You sit here and look pretty and I buy you sparkly things! It’s not that fucking hard! You’re just being an obnoxious brat about everything, and you always have!”

I cleared my throat nervously as I stared at the unanswered texts from my older brother. He never particularly liked Avalon and that was obvious; when we were dating he had it in his head that she was a gold-digger and only with me for my money and once we got engaged he made a point to call her out on all the smallest things she did ‘wrong’. No one was good enough for me in his mind. At least she wasn’t.

If it wasn’t my job that Avalon and I argued about, it was Christian. I adored my older brother, but she had such a tense and weak relationship with him no matter how hard she tried to get him to even tolerate her. He was set in his ways that he would dislike her for as long as she lived. I loved him and he was my family so I would defend him and it would drive her up the walls batshit crazy. I’m not a perfect man, dear reader, and I don’t claim to be better than I am. I suppose I should have tried to take her side once in a while. She was the love of my life after all, wasn’t she?

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[yesmadamepresident]

For the Drabble prompt: 10 or 16, Jean and Lucien.

Love the ones you have written so far!!

Thank you so much! I couldn't resist the challenge, so I decided to do both in one fic! I realize these are supposed to be "drabble" prompts but brevity is really not my skilset, and the whole point of these is really just to get me writing, so please enjoy this ~1k word fic lol.

10. "Teach me how to play?" and 16. "It could be worse." From this list.

Set...some time after Family Portrait.

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Jean was almost through with the day’s cleaning, and her eyes fell to the piano.

It wouldn’t hurt to give the old thing a dusting. Taking her feather duster, she cleared away the light layer that had settled over the top, and then moved to the keys. When she was finished, she put away her duster, and moved to close the piano, but stopped just short of it, Checking the clock, she knew Lucien and Matthew were likely to be out for a few hours more. Perhaps she could…

Feeling a bit foolish, Jean looked around before she sat down, like she was checking to see if anyone was watching.

Jean hadn’t had a single piano lesson in her life, but she had plucked out a note or two when she had the house to herself, and had certainly seen her husband play numerous times. As a child, she’d been fascinated by the church organist, enthralled by the sound of the piano at a party, but piano lessons were for children whose parents had plenty of extra money lying around. Not for poor farmgirls, and certainly not for Jean Randall. Placing her fingers hesitantly on a note, she tried to remember the little bit of Amazing Grace she’d worked out the last time she had done this. She hardly realized she was softly singing along to herself.

“A…” she played what she thought was a C. Really, she couldn’t be sure. “...maz…” she touched a note one-two keys upward, but it clashed with her voice. One more, then. That was it. “..zi--” No. “...zi-ing…” Yes. “Grace.” Same note as the first one in zing. Easy.

She stopped and started over with that same note. It was near the middle of the piano, just below the two black keys that were close together. She thought that made it C, but she really couldn’t be sure. She didn’t even remember who she’d picked that up from, if it was correct. She played very slowly, singing along with herself, and was quite pleased when she got to the end of those two words without a stumble.

How turned out to be the note in between zi and ing. Sweet was a step down from that. Her hands got less shaky with each note. The was two more steps, and sound brought her back to where she started. Could she do that from the beginning now?

Her chores forgotten, she worked her way through the first verse of the hymn, listening for the right notes and cringing when she heard something else. When she got to the end of a line, she started over, adding on bit by bit.

“...was blind...bu-ut now--” Wrong. She stopped, sighed, went back. “..was blind...bu-ut now, I see.” She held the note for a moment, hearing the wavering vibrato of her voice wrap around the straight line of the piano’s tone, and smiled, quite pleased with herself.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard someone clapping behind her.

“Bravo!” It was Lucien, of course. Jean stood up like she’d sat on something sharp, taking two steps away from the piano before she could think.

“Lucien!” she yelped, feeling her cheeks heat up. As she whipped around to face him, she found him standing in the doorway, leaning against the wall with a fond smile on his face. “How long have you been standing there?” she demanded, bristling at the thought of him just staring while she played horrendously. He may as well have walked in on her naked—she’d prefer it, actually.

“Not long,” he replied. “I only caught the last line or so.”

She huffed, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in her skirt. “Well, I suppose it could be worse.”

Lucien pushed off the wall and came toward her, leaning in to greet her with a kiss. She leaned into it, letting the feel of him melt some of her embarrassment away, and sighed happily when she felt his arms wrap loosely around her waist. “It was lovely,” he assured her as he pulled back to look at her, keeping his arms where they were.

“It was not,” she replied. “I was only messing around.” She stepped back, still feeling a bit sheepish, and smiled at the pout he gave when he was forced to release her from his embrace. “You should play something, since you actually know what you’re doing. You know I’ve never had lessons.”

“Did you ever want to?”

She sighed. “Yes, I suppose I did. In the way that a little girl wants to be a princess, or win the lottery.”

“Right.” She watched his face fall, and could only imagine where his mind was going. She loved her husband with everything she had, but it was so easy for him to forget what different childhoods they’d lived, the privileges he’d had as the son of a comfortable country doctor. She knew he felt guilty about it sometimes, and so she rushed to change the subject.

“Anyway, that’s a long time ago now. I think we both know who the musician is in this house. Cup of tea?” Content to put the topic to bed, she began to make her way to the kitchen, pausing at his side to place a quick kiss on his cheek. He grabbed her hand before she moved any further, and her arm stretched out between them until she was forced to stop, a bemused smile on her face. “What?” she asked him.

“Well, I was just thinking…” he turned his head once more to the piano and then looked back at her. “It’s never too late to learn, you know. If you ever wanted, I could…”

“Teach me to play?” she finished for him, feeling something lighting up in her heart. Something that felt a lot like a little girl who wanted to be a princess.

His shoulders curved into a half-shrug. “If you like?”

She smiled widely at that and nodded. Oh, she really did love him. “Yes,” she said, squeezing his hand which was still in hers. “Yes, I’d like that very much.

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[septic-skele]

UT - You and Me (Against The World)

Summary: If Pap was the sun, then he must be the moon: a ball of scars and craters, whose only shine was a lesser reflection of his brother’s.

“But if you weren’t there to be the moon,” Papyrus answered, so simply, so kindly, “who else would be a light in the darkness?” Sans and Papyrus, in fifty captured seconds.

Comfort

“This is not at all an admission of helplessness, surrender or defeat…but if there is anything I haven’t yet tried, brother, anything at all that might help you, I need you to tell me.”

Kiss

The human’s lipstick had formed a decidedly unpleasant texture on his teeth, Papyrus mused with a shudder as he grabbed his toothbrush to scrub away the evidence.

Soft

Sans rarely ever raised his voice, but then he didn’t need to; a low growl could be far more threatening than a shout.

Pain

“Nngh…Almost there, I think,” Sans hissed, struggling to stay loose and relaxed as Papyrus gingerly manipulated the deformed joint of his shoulder back toward its socket.

Potatoes

“Not once have I seen a potato subspecies that grows on couches,” Papyrus admitted, “so I’m afraid I cannot speak for any resemblance between them and Sans!”

Rain

“I seem to recall a well-prepared skeleton advising his lazy brother to wear sneakers on their outing today,” Papyrus snarked as Sans’ sodden slippers squished and squelched with each step.

Chocolate

Chocolate sauce was chocolate sauce and spaghetti was spaghetti, both good things independently, so…Sans could assume Papyrus had made them better together, right?

Happiness

Papyrus had genuinely laughed at what was admittedly his worst material, and that was more than enough to lift the corners of Sans’ wan smile.

Telephone

Sans had thirty-four frantic texts, a full voicemail box, and no memory of the last three days to offer as an excuse.

Ears

Papyrus couldn’t help but marvel at Frisk’s dedication to being so cool; they had put new holes in their ears not for better hearing, but simply to decorate with tiny pieces of treasure!

Name

“I’m just Sans—well, ‘Comic Sans’ if you want to be particular about it—but if you really need a surname,” Sans began, mischief sparking in his eyes, “it’s, uh, Lewis. C.S. Lewis, heheh.”

Sensual

Finally Papyrus could understand why Sans so loved spending time in bed; these new silk sheets seemed to float around his bones, gently shushing him to relax and rest.

Sex

“Turns out the humans have a label for everything,” Sans remarked with a wry grin as he spun the striped button pinned to his coat. “I’m what they call an ace in the hole.”

Touch

For reasons he couldn’t quite justify, Papyrus flinched when Frisk wrapped their arms around his neck.

Death

“I’ll see you soon, Tori,” he mumbled as he brushed his hand over the memorial’s stone base, “because if I know anything about that kid, they’re not gonna let you stay down forever.”

Weakness

All of Sans’ strength had been spent in the shower; his juddering legs and the cold embrace of the bathroom floor dictated that dressing would have to wait.

Tears

“I’m always alright,” Papyrus whispered, though he made no effort to dry his streaked cheekbones.

Speed

Papyrus doggedly insisted that the sign had said ninety miles per hour—until he recalled a particular prescription for glasses that still needed filling.

Hero

“It’s not my job to be nice or helpful or cool,” Sans announced flatly. “It’s my job to give judgment, no matter how much it might hurt.”

Freedom

“Not all humans are like Frisk, Papyrus; some of them would rather sweep us off the street than crack a smile at us.”

Life

In response to Sans’ apathetic “What do you want?”—Papyrus poured his soul into a scream: “I want you to treat your life like it matters!”

Jealousy

“Undyne is always away with Alphys and the human Frisk is busy with their plethora of school friends; I don’t know who my ‘besties’ are anymore!”

Hands

“My glove is the wrapping and my hand is the present; I’m just waiting for the day someone special wants to take it!”

Taste

Spongy in the middle, crisp around the edges, swathed with butter and spices that melted in the mouth…If only Papyrus could drag the garlic bread out of the cookbook picture and onto the plate.

Devotion

“Long live the King,” Sans murmured as he pried the crown from his exhausted brother’s head and tucked his cloak closer around him for the night.

Sickness

It was unsettling to see Pap so limp and lethargic, snoring on and off between miserable sniffs and the few coughs his abused throat could muster.

Melody

For once Papyrus regretted that he wasn’t a stealthier skeleton; he would have liked to hear Sans sing another bar or two before he jumped at his presence.

Star

Mettaton had been acknowledging everyone in the first several rows, but surely the celebrity had glanced at Papyrus a few seconds longer than the rest!

Home

Their Surface house felt like a resort—airy, open, relaxing to some degree, but Sans still had the nagging urge to keep his bags and boxes packed.

Market

“Sans, I have no intention of purchasing seventeen boxes of Twinkies!”

Hair

“Oh, so I’m not allowed any Twinkies to repackage as ‘dessert dogs’ for my booming business, but you’re allowed four different brands of shampoo for hair you don’t even have.”

Confusion

“These puzzles I’ve submitted are sure to be a much greater challenge for this week’s column, don’t you think?” he questioned smugly as his brother stared at the sheet of incomprehensible twists, turns, and teasers.

Innocence

“Doesn’t ‘hanky panky’ mean that you are ‘hankering for a pancake’?” Papyrus demanded as Sans choked on his coffee.

Fear

“I think, uh, I’d rather take the stairs, be proactive like you’re always telling me,” Sans decided, recoiling from the cramped, groaning walls of the elevator.

Sky

The pure blue expanse made Sans’ head swim with its enormity, stretching further than his eye sockets could ever see.

Lightning/Thunder

Papyrus couldn’t help but wonder if that terrifying noise was the sun, roiling and roaring at the dark clouds for blotting out its rightful place.

Forever

“Why do you always leave me behind?” Sans wanted to say, instead forcing a smile and wave as Papyrus strode toward his terminal.

Technology

Papyrus’ first college semester, Sans kept his phone charged and at full volume more consistently than he had in the last five years.

Blood

“Stay awake for me, Sans, just keep your eyes on me!” Papyrus begged, because if he didn’t keep their eyelights locked he would have to watch the pool of red grow.

Hell

Sans’ HP hung by a decimal point, slipping, and Undyne wrestled her arms around Papyrus’ shoulders to keep him back as he screamed.

Safe

“It’s thanks to you that I’m still here, bro; I won’t go anywhere if you don’t.”

Bonds

“We skeletons have a soul sense for such things; I can feel my brother’s aura of bad jokes, dirty socks and disappointment in this room.”

Gift

“It was on sale!” Papyrus lied, brightly and effortlessly, because he hated to see Sans look so guilty for receiving a good thing.

Smile

Sans chuckled fondly as he admired the worn, creased photos, tracing a finger over his baby brother’s beaming face.

Child

Papyrus wouldn’t mind having a little one to raise someday—someone to look up to him for his greatness and guidance, the way he had once looked up to Sans.

Waves

Seafoam swirled gently around his ankles, beckoning him closer, deeper, against his better judgment; if there was a choice to sink or swim, Sans would sink every time.

Moon

If Pap was the sun, then he must be the moon: a ball of scars and craters, whose only shine was a lesser reflection of his brother’s.

Hope

“But if you weren’t there to be the moon,” Papyrus answered, so simply, so kindly, “who else would be a light in the darkness?”

Heaven

Most gods Sans heard about were not gods of mercy, but he would keep looking; he would find the one who gave eternal peace as a gift, not as something to bargain for.

Completion

As his wavering steps gave out and the twirling lights softly faded, Sans closed his eyes and breathed, soundless, “Finally.”

#undertale #fanfiction #sans #sans undertale #papyrus #papyrus undertale #one sentence story #fifty sentences #one word prompts #brotherly love #fluff #angst #hurt comfort #caretaking #pain #asexuality #asexual sans #implied character death #frisk #toriel #undyne #mettaton #neutral route #king papyrus #whump #sickfic #blood #claustrophobia #separation anxiety #self esteem issues

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Staring at the Sun ➤ Evan Buckley

Chapter One: You’re Fucking Joking.

Warnings: shooting, gunshot, blood, hospitals

Masterlist

Injuries on the job, especially as a firefighter, was nothing new. You had to be ready to endure whatever came at you, it was apart of the job description to be frank. But nothing could prepare Marceline Pierce for getting fucking shot, not once, but twice. The first bullet hit her in the thigh, luckily barely missing her femoral artery and stayed lodged in there, while the second on swiped clean through her left abdomen.

The call was to an cocaine overdose at a suburban mansion, and whilst everyone else was helping the victim, Marceline and Buck searched the rest of the house for the person who dialed 9-1-1. They made the stupid decision to split up so they could more ground because when I tell you the mansion was huge, it was. That’s when Marceline found who they were looking for in the bathroom.

It was a white male, early thirties and completely coked up by the smudged white lines on the marbled counter along with the white power covering his nose. He looked severely disheveled and was waving a gun around, muttering to himself and pacing back and forth. Marceline tried to talk the guy down, keeping her hands up to show that no she wasn’t a threat but didn’t keep her guard down. If worse came to worse, she was going to try and take the gun.

After that, everything was kind of... hard for her to remember if you could believe it. There were certain things she could remember, like how she was carefully walking towards the guy, Johnny that was his name, when Buck suddenly entered the room in search for Marceline. Johnny then pointed to gun at Buck, the last person, she wanted to be near a fucking gun.

So she acted on instinct, her mind yelling at her to make sure Buck was safe. Marceline charged towards Johnny, and when her hands were wrapped around his wrists, it went off and her left thigh was on fire. But it didn’t matter, Buck was still in danger. She groaned, biting through the pain as she staggering towards Johnny when he shot at her again but this time aiming for her side.

That’s when she finally fell, sort of slow-mo like as she bled onto the tiled floors.

Bobby was suddenly hovering over her, so was Chimney. Talking was hard at the time, so she just stared blankly at her Captain as one of the paramedics tried to stabilize her for transport. Buck was suddenly there too, he looked angry and seemed to be shouting but to be honest, Marceline couldn’t hear what he was saying.

But... where was Johnny?

Was the gun away?

Was Buck safe now?

Her mind was spinning.

She was then inside of the ambulance, Bobby beside her and holding her hand as he and Chimeny told her to stay awake. And Marceline tried, she really did. 

But, fuck, her eyes were heavy, almost as if someone put bricks on them.

So against her Captain’s orders, she slept.

Later, much later, Marceline woke up in a hospital room to the beeping of machines she was hooked up on and a cartoon playing incessantly on the shitty TV. Sitting beside her was her best friend, roommate, and ex-girlfriend Nicolette Bishop.

Apparently, she’s been out for four days from a medically induced coma after the shooting incident. Her team has been visiting since then, leaving small gifts and reading to her until she woke up. Even Nic’s daughter, Gemma came to visit a few times and proof of that was her poorly painted toenails and drawings left by her bedside.

Even though she was glad to be alive, Marceline couldn’t help but wonder if Buck was okay. Her chest was tight with anxiety at that thought.

Were her efforts in vain?

Did she really get fucking shot for nothing?

“No, Buck’s fine.” Nic told her as she fluffed Marceline’s pillow for the hundredth time that hour. “He visited you while you were out, just talking about random things, I didn’t really hear him.”

She relaxed at that, inwardly smiling at the fact that he was here when she was asleep.

The doctor said she’d be out of commission for at least a month and a half to heal properly and then another for physical therapy and check-ups.

Marceline fucking hated that. She verbalized that to her doctor, who wasn’t surprised and just shrugged before leaving.

What was she supposed to do till then? Sit her ass on the couch in front of the television and watch shitty reality TV? Plus, she knew Nic was going to baby the hell out of her till she could walk by herself.

But Nic wasn’t the only person ready to help Marceline.

By the time Marceline was released from the hospital, the 118 had already prepared a schedule where they’d take turns to spend the afternoon with her when they had the days off.

The last thing she wanted as her team to step into her home, one of the few places where she could separate her work life with her home life. But it’s not like she was able to have a say in any of this.

Nic was absolutely thrilled for the extra help, knowing that she’d be a little preoccupied from her job as a caretaker to take anymore personal days off, when only the month before Gemma was sick with a stomach bug.

For the next two months and a half, Marceline was bombarded by Bobby’s cooking, Chimney’s horrible jokes, and Hen’s warm hugs. As for Buck? Well he visited a little less than the rest of them, continuously thanking her for basically saving his life. The poor woman didn’t know how to respond to this, only lamely shrugging and picking at her nails while saying, “I just did what anyone else would do...” for the one’s they love...

In between those heartfelt visits, Athena Grant came by to give her a stern talking to about charging at someone with a loaded weapon. For as long as Marceline could remember, Athena was the mother-figure she never had growing up in the foster system and always fretted when she did something a little too reckless on the job.

“What the hell were you thinking? That druggie had a gun pointing at you, Marceline! You’re obviously not bulletproof!” Athena would go on a tangent, wagging her finger at the younger woman. 

“But he pointed the gun at Buck too, Athena!” Marceline shot back with a type of ferocity that the cop never saw before. “I...I didn’t think at the time, I know that but... I didn’t care what happened to me.” she chewed at her lower lip as she stared at the older woman. “Buck was in danger, I just- I had to- I would never forgive myself if something-” happened to him.

Marceline broke down, her hands now shaking as tears spilled out of her eyes. She broke eye contact with Athena, covering her face with her shaky hands to hid how embarrassed and vulnerable she felt in this moment.

Athena watched the young woman that she considered one of her own as she was struck with a realization. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you sweetheart?”

Marceline whimpered, curling herself in a ball that wouldn’t break her stitches.

“Oh, baby,” Athena sat down next to her and wrapped her arms around the weeping woman before pulling her into a side hug. “I’m sorry for giving you a hard time, I was just worried about you.” she placed a kiss to Marceline’s hair. “But I understand. We do crazy things for the people we love.”

Marceline was finally cleared to go back to work in the next two weeks. Her confession was only known to Athena and Nic (the latter only learning this piece of information months beforehand with a drunk Marceline going on and on about why she loves Buck), and was never spoken about again.

But after her sort of near death situation, Marceline decided that she should tell Buck how she feels. Even if he was a self-diagnosed sex addict. It didn’t matter. Life was too short to have any regrets, right?

Marceline came to her first day back with anxiety settling in her bloodstream, her blue duffel bag hung over her shoulder. She was glad that there was no one greeting her or anything, it was as if she never got shot. All she wanted was to get back to work and have everything go by smoothly. Then she walked over to her locker, “PIERCE” written in neat, bold handwriting and stuffed her things inside.

“Mars, come up, breakfast is getting cold!” Bobby shouted over the railing.

She grinned. God, she missed Bobby’s cooking. Not that she didn’t have constant access to it because there were literally tons of leftovers currently sitting in her fridge, but it was different when Bobby cooked at the fire station. Now, it was actually a home cooked meal.

“Alright, Bobby, hold on,” she yelled back at him before ascending up the stairs, holding the railing because wow did these steps get bigger somehow?

And as she finally reached the top steps, she almost immediately wanted to turn around run away.

“Welcome back, Marceline!” everyone cheered and smiled excitedly underneath a large, brightly colored banner hung up above.

Fuck, this is not what she wanted. “Oh gosh,” she started, her hand finding it’s way into her hair. “You guys really didn’t have to-”

“Ba-ba-ba,” Chimney shook his head and stepped forward before slinging his arm around her shoulder. “Yes we did, we’ve missed your brooding presence inside the truck and had to celebrate your return.”

"Look, we know you didn’t want a big welcome back kind of party, so it’s just us, some cake, and pure vibes.” Hen looked at Marceline thoughtfully with a small smile.

It really was just Bobby, Hen, Chimney, and Athena. The presence of Buck was missing, but that wasn’t too surprising, he tended to be late to almost everything.

Bobby then held up a cake with a bright smile. “It’s ice cream cake, your favorite.”

Yes, ice cream cake is indeed Marceline’s favorite. And, yes, she really did not want to make a big deal about her return... but the hopeful and expecting looks on her teams faces made her throw away her previous reservations.

“Alright, fine.” she sighed before playfully shoving Chimney’s arm off of her shoulder. “I guess, I’ll enjoy myself until we have a call.”

“Ah, that’s the spirit!” Athena smiled and clapped her hands together. “Okay, here are the plates and the utensils-”

“Hey guys, sorry for being late,” Buck’s voice filled the air and Marceline almost instantly whipped around with a dumbest smile on her face. “But I wanted to bring Abby,”

Abby? Who the fuck was Abby?

Marceline’s smile wavered at the sight of a redheaded woman who was at least double her own age standing behind Buck. With closer inspection, they were holding hands.

Oh...

“That’s alright Buck, c’mon and get some cake before Marceline eats the whole thing,” Bobby smiled at the other man and waved the couple over.

"Well, I felt a little silly coming here without anything so I brought brownies,” Abby smiled lightly, holding up store-bought brownies as she walked over.

“All food is welcomed,” Athena replied in kind to her before sneaking at glance at Marceline who stood scarily still and was obviously biting back a few emotions.

Abby nodded and placed the brownies on the table as she took a plate that Buck handed her before turning her attention to Marceline. “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Abby, I’ve heard great things about you”

Marceline hated how almost on sight she hated Abby’s guts. And it was over a stupid fucking reason, a boy. God, way to be less of a fucking feminist, Marceline.

So she put on one of her best “this is fine, I’m perfectly okay” which meant a tight smile plastered on her face and shoved every dark and ugly emotion she had into the deepest parts of her soul.

You could do this, you can fake being nice and perfectly okay, you’ve done this your whole life.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Abby, I’m Marceline,”

@skyslowalking​ & @beelarson 4 u darlings <3​

#evan buckley #bobby nash #robert nash #athena grant #chimney han #howard han #buck #hen wilson #henrietta wilson #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #maddie buckley #9-1-1 #911 #evan buckley fanfiction #evan buckley fic #buck fic #evan buck buckley fic #evan buckley x original character #evan buckley x original female character #christopher diaz #oliver stark #evan buckley x marceline pierce

[lunawings]

Joji’s Birthday PriZoom (9/15/21)

Translation of the bonus content is in a seperate post again.

So yeah I never actually fell asleep after the showing haha. Was just lying in bed playing Love Live when I thought well... I got a good 4-5 hours of sleep in before the showing (better than literally nothing like last time)... If I’m gonna be awake I might as well start this while my emotions are raw so I rolled out of bed and wrote most of the below rambly mess.

And then I went to work. Which was kind of surreal. Because for a few hours my brain really was back in Japan again. There was something just a little magic about this showing I think. A lot of things came together (starting with how talkative people actually were during Pride the Hero! Ahh!) etc. 

B... ut.....

I guess I’ll get this out of the way first. I was super heartbroken at the low turnout for this one. Only 65-85 people in the cheering room... But it was a weekday, sooo... I’m just going to hope that a lot of people bought the archive tickets to check it out later.... Yes... I have decided that is the case.............

The people who did, however, missed out on the cheering room and thus missed out the latest incident to enter my personal list of all-time favorite moments in this fandom. After Joji’s episode in SSS Part 2 we had some “technical difficulties”... (I put that in quotes because I somewhat doubt it was technical difficulties. I mean, the stream cut out cleanly RIGHT at the end of Joji’s episode. So I wonder if maybe someone just forgot about Minato’s episode and shut it off early hahaha...) and while we were waiting for them to restart the movie there was a long period of silence and a black screen. But us in the cheering room could all still hear each other. .....And someone started singing Brilliant Oath.

It was PERFECT. These are the moments I live for! This is why I’ve been to like over 100 cheering shows and I still KEEP GOING! I love this fandom! It may not have made the archive since the cheering wasn’t recorded for that but it will live on in our hearts.

Anyway...

I guess one bonus to having less people this time was that I actually managed to keep on the soundboard hell... the ENTIRE... TIME!! Although at a low volume. And honestly... I more or less completely stopped hearing it at one point I think haha. So... that kinda defeats the purpose I suppose. Actually no, even if it was just static background noise it was still nice to have on in SSS, which would have been pretty quiet without it. And it was worth it just for the one person who was like SHISHOOOO during one scene in Pride the Hero when Jin was going crazy hahaha (AH! When was it? I don’t remember now...). I also tuned in for a bit in episode 6 and loved when Minato’s sister says her age incorrectly everyone was like EIIIGHT (...that’s not correct either hahah....)

Since I knew this was going to be archived I tried bring my cheering A game to Pride the Hero with moderate success. Kinda mad at myself for missing stupid small things probably no one would care/look for I mean my camera is shit anyway (BUT I--). I’m just lucky it wasn’t way worse because Pride the Hero I can mostly run on autopilot. Out of all King of Prism media, it’s probably the one I’ve cheered the most (I mean it was all we had in theaters for literally like two years), and it was fresh in my mind from Minato’s showing too. So even with how exhausted I was, I made it through! (Then proceeded to take micro power naps on the floor during episodes 4 and 6.......) I also kinda wish I’d changed my background earlier. The show started before I got around to changing it and I was like I’ll change it during a break (........Pride the Hero has no breaks........) haha but yeah. I had Okayama station up from the Prism King Cup onward and the Momotaro mailbox up during SSS. The real background MVP though is the person who appeared to have up the bench in rural Okayama where Joji made his promise to Miyo!? I mean it looked kinda different because it wasn’t on a bridge but that HAD to be it, right!? (!!!??)

Also cosplay at this showing was amazing! We had like 3-4 Miyos, 2 Aces, KOKORO!? (and Taiga. Because who are we kidding there’s always a Taiga)

Also shoutout to the girl who cosplayed as... the PIECE OF CLOTH Joji sewed for Miyo!? (I think she was at both showings but I didn’t fully realize what she was supposed to be until the Playback Allstars at the very end hahah...) 

And shoutout to the Ace cosplayer “singing” during all of Joji’s performances haha!!

And the person spinning in an office chair whenever any character was twirling around...

But BIGGEST shoutout to our own @takadanobaba who was somehow THE ONLY Joji cosplayer in the cheering room!? (The only overall for the first show, but another joined in the text-only room for the second show.)

I was SO HAPPY when Tatsuyuki Kobayashi noticed you!! RIGHT!?!? He was like “Oh and there’s someone dressed as Joji!” and you were the only one!!! He didn’t even say anything about the people dressed as Ace!!?! Haha! I wasn’t trying to do anything to get his attention (I wouldn’t know what to do anyway, and besides he’s not the kind of person who works the crowd like Masashi Igarashi does so I wasn’t expecting much) so having him notice you was a huge surprise and honestly just about as good!! AHHH!!! 

But the concept of this showing was a little awkward ‘cause it’s like, as a fan, do you appeal for Joji or Ace? Tatsuyuki Kobayashi was maybe a little conflicted about how to act too. First he said he was coming as himself, but then he backpedaled and slipped into Ace being tsun when pulling the birthday crackers for Joji heheh. 

But yeah, we’ve got to give him a break, he’s just so happy to have his own character finally. I’m happy about how happy he is to be Ace! But like honestly... Not like I’m necessarily complaining but... This showing ended up being almost exactly the same as the Ace one pfffthahah!!! I mean he mostly just talked about being Ace and went over a lot of the same things. Like being the surprise guest at the MRS concert, etc. I think he may have said this before too, but when he originally recorded Love Mix, Ace didn’t exist yet so he didn’t really know who he was supposed to be singing as and just tried to sound like a sparkly idol. And I’ve always felt that! Like I think his voice changed or evolved between Love Mix and Joker Kiss into being less generic idol/Joji and a lot more Ace. 

OH!! I don’t think he said this at the other one (but for some reason it sounds vaguely familiar?). He was talking about how he knew of King of Prism and actually went to shows before he was cast in Pride the Hero. And after he was going to a Pride the Hero show and Sugita (Joji’s actual voice actor) was on the escalator behind him. HAHAH. 

I LOVE stories like this because... okay like, when you go to a theatrical cheering show there is always this introduction video where they talk about cheering manners. And they warn you not to say anything mean because “you never know, a star might be sitting next to you.” And to know THAT’S ACTUALLY TRUE SOMETIMES.... JFLSJDLJG. I mean, I’ve only seen King of Prism in Tokyo a handful of times so it’s probably never happened to me. Actually I guess... technically... this show and the last one DO count because Masashi Igarashi and Tatsuyuki Kobayashi were watching with us before and/or after their segments and probably listening in!!! (Still, I guess the point is it’s nice to know the voice actors actually do go in their private time, too.)

Oh, one more shoutout I forgot about to the person I think had a big red car with Joji and... a bunch of Jin mochikoros in the back!!? They rolled it by the screen so fast why hahah.  

And it was great to see Joji’s 2019 birthday video again and confirm it wasn’t a fever dream. Hopefully I can grab that from @takadanobaba when the archive goes up in a couple days (it will be a quick and easy translation!).

Okay that’s it.....

DO THE PRIZOOMS

Or at least buy the archive tickets and watch later

(but they are expensive and it’s not the same)

#king of prism #joji takadanobaba #ace ikebukuro #tatsuyuki kobayashi

[ihaveafandom-problem554]

Hamiltots 2

"Honey! you've met Alexander, right?" Washington shouts from the reading center. "Yes, he's adorable.. and troublesome. He made a lot of friends on his first day.." Martha says while cleaning the tables over at the crafting table. "He helps Lafayette a lot- What!" George glared at his wife from across the room. "I said one thing about him."

"And that will be it."

"Oh please... Why'd you mention him?"

"He....He almost started a fight with Jefferson. He also called Lafayette 'Laffy' "

" Reason one, of why I called him troublesome... We really have to keep an eye on him. I don't want any fights between the thre- two" Martha says quickly trying to cover her mistake by coughing. "Three?"

"I said two George, did you sleep well?" Martha questions while walking over to her husband, placing a kiss on his forehead. "I should be asking you that question. But yes your right, I don't want him to get hurt.."

A couple hours later...

Hercules and Madison were the first to enter, greeting the two adults. Madison went over to his little spot in the reading center as Hercules goes over to the play center where all the toys were.

A couple minutes passed before Mrs. Martha heard a small knock on the door.

"Oh Alex!" Says the startled woman. "Where's Mom?.."

"Work." Alex blankly stares at Mrs. Martha. "Ok... Um come in.." Alex rushes in hoping to see Jefferson, but had a rush of disappointment when he only saw a book hiding someone's face. Another rush of disappointment when the hair wasn't large and poofy.

"ALEX!" Alexander turns his head around to see Hercules inviting him to the play with him.

JAMES MADISON'S POV yaay!!!

I slowly look up from my book to see the new kid run off to Mulligan. I sigh in relief, I don't want to meet anyone I don't recognize without Angelica first. She's better at meeting people than me.. I just get really shaky, and I forget how to speak.

"You ok honey?" I jump in fear. " Oh dear, sorry I didn't mean to startle you.." I look to see Mrs. Martha putting her hand on my head to calm me. "Yeah, I'm ok... Thank you for asking."

She smiles in awe. "Of course honey." She goes back to replace a some of the books.

I'm really surprised she doesn't have any kids... She's so nice and gentle. Always looking after  everyone, maybe that's why she owns the daycare.

I grabbed my blankie and put it over my head, letting the warmth hug around me. No matter how hot or cold it was, I will have my blankie with me. I don't know what I'll do without it.

40 minutes later

"Tu vas devoir lui dire les règles. S'il ne les suit pas, je le ferai-" I listen to the sound of a boy speaking french. "Ouais ouais peu importe. Je vais lui expliquer." Someone sassed back.

I'm taking the guess it was Lafayette, judging by Hercules and the new kid's reaction when he got closer to them.

Sugar.. If he's here, then...

I feel a shadow above me. I'm praying its Angelica, I'd do anything if it's her.

I take a peek. Poofy hair.. ok 50% chance..

It's not done.. 20% chance..

I look down.. It's not her favorite shoe's she said she'd wear today... -20% chance..

Fancy magenta shirt... -80%...

Hands are crossed and their foot is tapping... -99%- oh what's the point. Ladies and Gentleman, here we are, a pink loving, poofy hair southerner, troublemaker... please, you simply must meet Thomas, THOMAS-

He knocks on my book "Thomas Jefferson's home~ Now open up!" He takes the book out of my hands and places it on the floor, then looks back at me with a smug look, waiting for his 'good morning'.

"Good morning Jefferson...." I whisper, not wanting to be loud. "Louder" He demands. "Good morning Jefferson..." I say a little louder. " Come on louder than that.."

"Good morning Jefferson."

"If there was a scale on how loud people spoke, you would be at -10,000" he says removing my blankie out of my face as it falls. I look down, not knowing what to do, I smile.

"Why are you smiling?" He questions. "O-oh uhh, I-I... I don't know... I-I didn't know what to do.."

"Yeah, your pretty sad.." he says sitting next to me.

This is like a routine for us. If Angelica doesn't come first, I have to say Good morning to Jefferson, 'loudly' then read him a book 'loudly' until Angelica comes. When she does, we walk around the classroom and greet everyone, but if Angelica comes first, I have to recite the alphabet 2 times, loud enough for her to hear, then read on of the level two books out loud to her until Jefferson comes. When he comes we go around the classroom to help the adults, but I have to ask. Luckily he gets carried away and he does most of the talking.  

They claim it's to help me out of my shyness, I don't think I'm shy... I just... don't like to talk to people a lot..or be around people a lot... or look them in the eyes... sometimes they look really scary...Sometimes I feel like crying.... I just want to hide under a blanket and read with my blankie. I like that. Ooo! with Ice cream too! Sometimes with Apple pie with a bit of whip cream on it!-

"I don't know why your smiling, but I wanna know!" Jefferson jumps. "Oh I-I was just thinking about reading under a blanket- et w-w-ith Ic-Ice cream"

He looks at me, with this huge smile. His eyes are also lighting up. "Oh I love to do that with Laffy! When it's the summer we hide in under the loft bed I told you about, and-and we take all the ice cream or-or Macaroni and cheese Right? and-and we play all types of games in there. It's so fun" He says throwing his hands in the air then falling back in the bean bag giggling loudly. I giggle too. I love to see him in a giggly fit or excited for the littlest things, it's so cute.

"Ooo what do you do?" He says sitting himself up. "Oh! well um- I- When I'm alone I g-go to the Kitchen-en t-to find-" I try my best to look him in the eye, but when I do, he.. looks so interested... I never really looked him in the eyes while I'm talking to him. Has he always looked like that? "I try to f-find the best t-type of Ic-Ice cream, then I rush over to the bedroom and hide under my blanket and start reading the book I-I was reading for a while now..."

"The book where the girl saves the pig and the pig becomes really famous for some reason." He says cocking his head to the side. " Oh I also started reading it yesterday."

I don't know what I'm feeling but I think I'm doing the thing Hercules does when he's happy.. "Wait really!" I spoke a little louder than usual. "D-Do you like it!? Cause I do! I really hope you like it!-"

Third POV

Mrs. Martha is star struck at how "Loud" James was speaking, she didn't even notice Maria tugging on the ends of her dress. "Oh! Maria deary, what's- James apologize to her now!" Her voice switching quickly from a kitten to a lion in a split second scared both Maria and James.

"H-huh?"

"Not you Madison, I'm talking to Reynolds"

"O-oh ok" ending with a harsh cough, he turns back to Jefferson to who was bouncing in the bean bag for some reason.

"I didn't do anything to her. She's just a baby." he says playing with scissors. Mrs. Martha leans down to Maria. "What did he do now, sweetheart.."

Maria was on the verge of tears " Whe-When I was picking up m-my paper he dropped, I turned around and saw him go-going to cut my Hair!"

"No. I. Wasn't." He protested from across the room.

"Yes-Yes he did. Yesterday he-he said m-my h-air w-was t-too-"

"Calm down honey.." Mrs. Martha picks up Maria who was now crying out of fear. "Reynolds go over to the corner." He makes this inhumanly noise before getting up to the corner. " And put those scissors down now!"

Maria tugs on Mrs. Martha's necklace trying to grab her attention. "yes sweetheart?"

Maria leans in her and whispers.. " d-don't t-tell him I-I said t-th-this b-b-ut" Maria looks up to see if James was looking. "h-he sai-d h-he would cut m-y li-lips i-if I-I t-attled o-on him a-again" Maria trying her best not to cry out loud covers her mouth immediately.

Mrs. Martha almost freaked out but quickly gained posture to calm down Maria. She gave her husband the 'we need to talk' look. Washington noded strenly, then turned around sharply to rethink his actions this morning wondering if he did something wrong.

A little later more kids came in

" Mr. Washington... you need help with anything?" George looked down at his desk to see Jefferson trying to peek at his work. "You didn't need help yesterday, so what about today?" Washington smiles and pats Jefferson on the head. " We have new books, I think I might need help putting the 'Level 1' stickers on them."  

Jefferson immediately lights up. " Yeah! I can do that! Where are they?"

"The back room.." Jefferson ran over to the back room in insinat. "Don't start any fights!" he hears Washington shout at him. What does he mean by that?.. I mean if jammy is in there I won't start a fight with him... Or Laffy.. Angie.. she's a different story..

As opens the door slowly opens the door, thoughts still going to his head....That is... until he looks up.....

Alexander and Laurens stare at the poofy haired kid for a bit until Alex breaks the silence. "Ew, Get out."

"No! you get out! your not supposed to be here!!" Jefferson points at them, Laurens hides behind Alex as he does the talking. "Nuh-uh your not supposed to be here, annoying babies aren't allowed-"

"Alex! we don't say that to friends." Mr. Washington walked in with a large handful of books and labled stickers. How did he open the door- no idea.

"He's not my friend.."

"Alexander!" Jefferson goes up to hug Mr. Washington's leg. "He-He called me a stupid, poofy idiot."

"DID NOT-"

"YEAH HE DIDN'T SAY THAT-" Laurens finally pitches in. Jefferson glares at both of them. "Yes he did Mr. Washington-n-n...." He whines with a very dramatic pouty expression with large puppy eyes.  " I don't know if he actually said that, but you still need to apologize for calling him a-"

"But I don't want to..." Alex whines. "It not the matter if you want to or not, it's a must Alexander-"

"But why???" He complains once more.

"Alexander.." He says more sternly. Alex whimpers before turning Jefferson who had a fat smug smile on his face. "I'm sorry ...I guess"

"That's better, now I'm gonna leave you guys here for a bit, I will come back I just need to finish some paperwork." Washington says putting the books and stickers on the table. "All you have to do is to put the sticker on bottom right corner, right next to the opening." He shows them an example and tells them to do the same. "Good! Now Don't start any fights or you will stop helping me." He warns.

The three boys nod and smile until he leaves. "Why are you two here!" Jefferson spoke first. "I asked Mr. Washington if me, Laurens, Hercules, and Laffy can help him." ( A/N: I swear he's playing with fire...) "So Herc and-"

"Call him Laffy one more time, I will give you a paper cut" Jefferson threatens holding up a book.

Alexander mouth got closed by Laurens who shook his head and whispered. "He's done it before, it was big too. He once did it to Mr. Washington when he told him no." Alexander gave Laurens an annoyed look before staring back at Jefferson who sat down and grabbed a couple books and stickers.

...

"Where's Laffy?"

"What?" Laurens picks his head up from the book he was trying to read. "You said Laffy asked to help too, Where is he?" Jefferson says, sounding more like a demand than a question. Alexander rolls his eyes. " yeah he's with Herc and Mrs. Mar-"

"IT'S YOUR FAVORITE SCHUYLAR!-"

"Don't have one." Jefferson smirked. Angelica playfully tackled Jefferson on to the floor. " OW! GELICA!" Angelica flipped her puffy hair and looked down at Jefferson with sass. " First, You didn't greet me today. Now your helping without me!"

"I thought you were with Jemmy!"

"We finish greeting people in about two to three minutes and you know that Mr." Jefferson sticks his tongue out at Angelica before laughing it off.

"Oh that's Angelica, Peggy's older sister. We like to call her Angie but Jefferson's different so he calls her Gelica." Laurens whispers. Alex nods, he remembers her from the reading center incident. She's pretty... and scary

Angelica looks up. "Oh! I didn't know you two where here. You boys had a nice morning?" she smiles.

"Yep! Are you helping us?" Laurens jumps. "Yeah! I was trying to convince Jammy to come but he said he wanted to stay in the Reading center with his blankie..." Angelica sits down in between Alexander and Jefferson.

Alexander thought it would be nice to start a conversation with her but Laurens wanted to talk to him.

"Lexi, HamHam, Hammy, Ham, Alex, exy-"

"Laurens, what are you doing?" Laurens smiles when he finally got his attention. He also has one of the stickers on his forehead-

"I just wanted to name all the nicknames I have for you." Alex smiles wide. "You forgot dunce." Ok Alex's smiles fades into a scowl.

"Jeffy! That's mean!" Angelica protested. "That's the point.." He boops Angelica's nose, making it difficult to keep her scowl.

"Well I think, one of his nicknames should be cutie~" She says booping Alex's nose. Causing the short boy to have a small hint of blush creep across his face.

"Ew, Gelica I thought you had a good nickname for him. Not a lie."

"Jeffy, what is wrong with you." Angelica's hair whipped Alex's face as she scolds Jefferson who only smiled brightly.

"He did nothing wrong, you mother-" "Call that again you bit-" "Oh you wanna fuc-"

"Jefferson hunny! Come here now!" They hear Mrs. Martha call. Jefferson got out of his seat to see what was wrong. The other three got nosey and followed.

As they walked out of the back room Jefferson fell backward due to someone running into him. "OW WH- Oh Jam-"

When Jefferson picked up James' head, he saw tears coming down his cheeks. Jefferson starts to worry. "Hey Jemmy." Jefferson hugs him hoping it'll slow his hard crying. "He started crying when I came back inside. I tried asking him what happened but he just started to cry harder." Mrs. Martha kneels down trying to help both the boys up.

"Jemmy..." Jefferson cups Madison's face and squishes it a little as he does a pouty face. He does this with Lafayette when he's sad. A small smile appears on his face but it doesn't stop the tears from flowing.

"Wha happen?" He finally asks. Madison leans in for a hug as he cries harder.

"I-I can't find my Blankie!"

#alexander hamilton #hamiltots #hamilton #james madison #thomas jefferson #angelica schuyler #john laurens #george washington #martha washington #maria reynolds #james reynolds

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Try With Me ~ JHS [M] [Request]

➳➳➳Word Count: 2,900

➳➳➳Genre: SMUT!!! Filthy smut ;)

➳➳➳WARNINGS: This includes Hoseok x reader x girlfriend so it’s a threesome with a girl. Mentions of Oral both F!Receiving and M!Receiving, threesome, pet names, sex toys, multiple orgasms,

➳➳➳Paring: Jung Hoseok x Reader x Girlfriend

➳➳➳A/N: This is only my second time writing a threesome so I hope it’s okay, I’ve always been unsure about writing smut cause I struggle with it haha but I do enjoy writing it as long as it turns out okay

When you first bet your best friend you were almost starstruck she was beautiful in every way humanly possible it was as if someone had created her from Marble and she was supposed to stand beside Aphrodite among the Goddesses of beauty.

"You okay?" You were pulled from your daydream once she waved her hand in front of your face and you nodded at her, coming back to Earth. She'd brought you out to lunch to meet her new boyfriend and he seemed great, Jung Hoseok. He was into music and dancing so he was a great fit for your friend.

"Yeah, just daydreaming." You said leaning forward and taking a sip of your drink, Hoseok had his eyes on you the whole time. He was dating your best friend but there was no denying how beautiful you were as well, he looked at his girlfriend and smiled.

"So, what are you guys going to do at the weekend?" He asked, trying to distract himself from the thoughts running through his head. You were wearing a low cut top and his eyes would keep travelling to look at you, not that anyone had even noticed. You and your friend began to talk but he was too lost in his world to listen, he'd seen you in photos and videos and you seemed practically perfect beside the fact that you weren't interested in him and he was already dating someone...your best friend.

"Just a girls weekend, drinks, the usual just lots of fun." You said and his ears perked up,

"Not too much fun." He joked making you and Steph giggle to one another, drinking with Steph always led to flirting which went nowhere or the occasional kiss you never spoke about again but you weren't about to tell her boyfriend that.

"We'll be on our best behaviour, Sir," Hearing you say that sent a tingle through his body and he tried to hide how aroused it made him from just a comment.

"I promise." Steph laughed along with you not noticing her boyfriend's situation, he just chuckled along with you both and tried to ignore the pressing issues downstairs.

"I bought new cards so we can have a few drinking games again." You said to her going back into your own conversation, Hoseok looked through his phone to try and ignore everything going on around him. Trying to remind himself that he was dating Steph because he liked her, you were just someone he was attracted to.

"I will kick your ass at poker, you always end up losing." Steph laughed and Hoseok watched you both interacting, watching how your hand lingered on her leg or hands whenever she touched you. He knew the signs well enough to know you had a crush on her.

"I should get going, I have work at 3, I'll see you at yours tomorrow?" You said as you got up from the table, Steph got up and embraced you in a huge hug and you probably held on for longer than you should have because you could see Hoseok eyeing you up.

"Nice to meet you Hoseok," You said as you shook his hand before leaving the cafe,

"She's great right?" Steph asked sitting beside Hoseok and laying her head on his shoulder, he said nothing but he kept his eyes on you as you walked away. He wanted to see you again and not just as Steph's friend, he knew it was wrong but he couldn't help but feel that way. You seemed perfect to him but so did Steph, his head was all over the place.

"I think I'll hang out with the boys tomorrow since you're having a girls night." She hummed at him,

"Sounds like a good idea." He nodded and they continued their lunch date in the cafe.

The night started off great but now you were both tipsy and starting to sway a little. You'd gone to her apartment straight after work with bottles of alcohol and cards, as well as drinking games you'd found on the internet.

"I say!" Steph started but never finished because she down a shot, she cleared her throat before speaking again.

"We play...." She looked around as if someone in the apartment could hear her which made you laugh, Hoseok had left right as you walked through the door.

"Strip poker." You sobered up almost instantly and she giggled loudly,

"I think you've had too much to drink." She scoffed at you and shook her head,

"I'm fine. Let's play strip poker." She shuffled the cards and you watched nervously as she began dealing the cards, you'd been naked around each other before loads of times. You were so close it was normal at this point, always on the phone to one another when the other was in the bath and sometimes you took a shower while she had a bath. It was just a normal thing to you both now but somehow this felt different.

Hoseok and Steph had had a conversation about you earlier in the night. He admitted to Steph that he found you attractive and ut didn't start a fight like he thought it would have done, instead Steph seemed to be entertained by the idea of him having a crush on you and told him to have fun tonight before kissing him goodbye.

"What's going on with you? You've barely touched your drink?" Jimin said once he noticed Hoseok staring into space,

"Steph has Y/n around tonight..."

"Y/n? Y/n Y/l/n?" Jimin questioned and Hoseok nodded taking his cup and drinking from it, Jimin rushed to get his phone out and began scrolling from Steph's Instagram until he found the video he'd been looking for.

"This one?" It was a photo of Steph and you sitting together in a bar and Hoseok nodded wondering what Jimin was going with this until he slid the image over and there was a video of you and Steph making out in front of the camera and holding up your middle fingers.

"Y/n's boyfriend had cheated on her, there are so many videos of them like this." Jimin laughed and now everything was falling into place, why Steph seemed so calm about Hoseok having a crush on you.

"I have to go." He got up leaving Jimin alone at the table and he went on the hunt for a cab.

"Steph, come on. Put a shirt on." You laughed as she ran around the living room without her top on but she was adamant she didn't need one.

"Kiss me and I will." You stared at her in shock, you stopped in place and she walked over to you.

"Kiss me." She whispered getting closer to your face, you looked at her lips and then back to her eyes.

"You're just drunk-" You were cut off when her hands cupped your face and she kissed you your hands sat on her waist and you pulled her closer to you.

"Fuck." You mumbled against her lips letting the world melt away from you both, she sat you down on the sofa and lifted your shirt off you.

"Now we're on an even playing field." She teased kissing you once again and then attaching her lips to your neck, you let a moan out and she giggled at you.

"S-Shit, stop. Steph." She pulled away from you but stay seated on your lap,

"I can't do this, you're with Hoseok and I...I- This isn't going to be just some fling to me." You stuttered out and she smiled at you running her hand along your cheek,

"Who said it was a fling to me?" She whispered kissing you again making you both breathless. She pushed your pants down and kept kissing you, making her way onto your neck and sucking along the skin. She spread your legs and ran her fingers along the inner of your thigh slowly smiling against your lips as you let out little whines.

"Stay here," She whispered in your ear dropping down from your lap and onto the floor in front of you, she dragged you forward and she attached herself onto your clit, sucking and flicking in a way only a woman would know how to do.

"Oh fuck." You cried out as she continued her attack on you, your hands landed in her hair and you bucked your hips into her mouth, she smirked up at you with lust in her eyes and she forced you to look at her.

"D-Don't stop." You moaned out but she stopped and slapped you across the clit,

"I think you're missing something from that sentence," You whined at the sudden loses of contact.

"Please don't stop." She continued her attack and slipped her tongue into you making your head roll back against the sofa as she continued to eat you out.

"S-So close." You mumbled your hands tugging on her hair and making her moan against you only making you weaker from the vibrations coming from her. Her thumb circled your clit and she pushed two fingers inside of you making a come here motion that sent you over the edge.

"Steph." You whined out as you came around her fingers and on her tongue, she pulled away and began kissing you. You could taste yourself but you didn't care,

"You taste amazing Y/n," She whispered as the front door opened. In walked Hoseok who was sweating because he'd run home instead of getting a cab.

"Hobi," Steph whined at him and you watched as they had a silent conversation together.

It had been silent for a little while and you were now dressed in your shirt trying to hide your body from Hoseok who for some reason unknown to you, didn't seem mad that he'd just walked in on this.

"He has a small crush on you," Steph told you which shocked you,

"But you're dating-"

"I don't mind sharing," Steph said to you both making you look between them both, Hoseok was nodding in agreement it wasn't something he was opposed to.

"You mean-"

"A polyamorous relationship...If you're up for it." Steph finished, she sat behind you and kissed your neck.

"Because I don't think I could ever get enough of you." Your eyes were on Hoseok as she kissed you, his eyes were filled with lust and you couldn't lie...It was turning you on more than anything.

"I'm willing to try." You whispered and that was all they both needed. Steph's lips were on your neck while Hoseok sat in front of you and kissed you.

"Maybe we should go somewhere comfortable," Hoseok suggested noticing that the sofa wasn't the best place for something like this, you nodded and you all walked towards the staircase.

Hoseok kissed you while you unbuttoned his shirt, Steph was somewhere in the room but she'd left you to do something. Every touch he was giving you made your heart skip a beat, you'd never been attracted to him before but this was exciting to you. Steph's hands were on your chest making you jump a little, she smirked before taking your right nipple into her mouth giving it some attention while Hoseok sucked along your neck.

"What do you want baby?" Hoseok whispered in your ear making you moan out at the name.

"I w-want to taste Steph." She giggled from behind you and Hoseok turned you around to face her placing you on all fours.

"Fuck you're so hot." He mumbled as he watched you both begin to make out in front of him, he took his member into his hand and began to pump slowly. You didn't hesitate, you spread Steph's legs like she had yours and attached yourself onto her clit, wasting no time. You wanted her to cum for you as you'd cum for herm her head was back against the pillow moaning out your name. Hoseok bent down behind you and began to eat you out from behind causing you to moan against Steph's clit,

"H-Holy fuck." She cried out gripping onto the sheets around her as she tried to hold off her orgasm, she was on cloud nine and never wanted this to end. You sighed against her core when Hoseok's tongue began twirling around you and making your legs shake.

"Fuck Hobi just like that." You moaned out as you continued to pump two fingers into Steph your free hand gripped onto Steph's thighs as you felt the band tightening in your stomach.

"She's gonna cum, look at that fucked out face." Steph moaned out making you blush a bright colour so you delved back into her to make her cum with you.

Each lick from Hoseok brought you closer to your release and each moan coming from your mouth made Steph cry out.

"G-Gonna-" You couldn't even finish because as you came around Hoseok's tongue Steph pushed her hips against your face as she road out her high.

"Shit, I-I need a minute." You cried out as Steph kissed your thighs, licking up your juices that had spilt down them, Hoseok chuckled at the sight and watched as you looked up at him.

"What is it, baby?" Steph whispered against your ear as she bit down on your ear lobe.

"I want to feel him." She looked at you and then over at Hoseok who was staring at his girlfriend.

"Then feel him," You got up and crawled over to him on the bed, he watched as you took his member into your mouth, slowly swirling your tongue around his tip before taking him all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck." He grunted bucking his hips a little as he looked down at you. Steph had gone to her side of the room and grabbed something but you were too busy concentrating on pleasuring Hoseok to notice.

"Take her Hobi," You pulled away from him and a string of salvia dropped from your lips only turning Hoseok on more. You looked over at Steph who was spread out on the bed with a vibrator against her clit, she was teasing herself as she watched you and Hoseok.

"I have him all the time, take him." She smirked at you, Hoseok began kissing you softly and laid your back down against the bed, he wanted to see the fucked out face that Steph had seen earlier.

"Are you sure about this?" He questioned as he kissed your neck, your legs wrapped around his waist and you nodded.

"Positive." You mumbled kissing his lips, he slowly eased into you and you felt bliss everywhere over your body, it felt as though you were float and Hoseok held himself deep inside of you hitting your G-spot without trying.

"Fuck." You moaned out as you looked over at Steph who was mimicking the way Hoseok had thrust into you.

"Focus on me baby," Hoseok whispered turning your face to look at him, you stared up into his eyes as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you to let you get used to his size.

Once he knew you were adjusted enough his thrusts became rough and fast-paced, he'd been craving this since the moment he walked through the front door and saw you coming down from your orgasm,

"Look at you, you're a mess." He chuckled making you moan out his name as he continued to hit your g-spot with each thrust, your mind as a mess and you couldn't think straight. Hoseok felt you clenching around him with each thrust,

"So tight baby girl, are you close already?" You couldn't form words so you just nodded eagerly continuing to clench whenever he hit that spot that sent you wild. Hoseok turned your face to look over at Steph who was a moaning mess,

"You're going to cum together, got that?" You whined out as you felt his thrusts slow.

"Yes, Yes I understand." You whined out and he picked up the pace once again, lifting one of your legs from his waist and hanging it over your shoulder so he could reach deeper as if it was somehow possible.

"Shit, H-Hoseok please I can't-." You moaned out trying to get him to let you cum, you were a mess and your breathing was starting to become rapid.

"I'm close H-Hobi." Steph moaned out and your eyes looked up at Hosoek who was grunting out as he thrust into you,

"Cum for me girls." He chuckled darkly and you cried out as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, your eyes rolling back is what sent Hoseok over the edge, spilling into you as you clenched around him tightly.

"Fuck." He grunted pulling out of you and falling down next to you on the bed. All three of you were panting messes as you looked at one another.

"That was fucking amazing." You whispered looking at Hoseok and then to Steph who had a giant smile across her face,

"I'm glad you think so because I want it to happen again." You both looked at Hoseok for confirmation that this was okay.

"I'm sure we could make it work." He added looking between you.

"I'll go run a bath," He whispered lovingly, kissing you both on the foreheads and walking towards the en-suite bathroom with a giant smile across his face.

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Fault Lines Under the Living Room

Part I: Listen - Chapter 1: A Commotion, Eager and Anxious (Previous)

Also available on AO3! Summary:  Arcee arrives on the Lost Light just as someone else is getting ready to leave. Chapter Word Count: 3010

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“Hey, you’ve reached Captain Rodimus’ personal hailing frequency. If you’re calling to complain again about mandatory hab sweeps, please refer to recent events involving briefcases and the hereafter outlawed opening of. If you have news involving foolish, ridiculous, or nonsensical obstacles in our quest, input 1 to be transferred directly to Megatron’s personal comm line. If you have a complaint regarding sign placement, grammatically incorrect maintenance manuals, or that weird temperature difference between floors 7 and 8, input 2 for Ultra Magnus. If you’re lonely and want someone to talk to, input 3 for automatic directions to Swerve’s. Input 4 to be connected with me, provided I’m—”

Beep.

“Rodimus?”

“Blaster! Great timing, we just got back from Fortuna. Don’t talk too long, though, Magnus just handed me my prep for the hearing and these datapads are engraved with his personal insignia.”

“Sure, Rodimus. I’ve got incoming transmission from an unknown caller, not laying down any codes I’m familiar with. Tried pressing for details, but all they’re letting slip is they want to talk to you. Want me to patch them through?”

“Hm. On the one hand, unknown caller with mysterious intentions almost always means trouble, right?”

“We’ve ended up in some axel grease for it in the past, yeah.”

“And the reason we set down on Scarvix was to avoid creating more problems while we deal with the fallout from the last batch.”

“I thought it was to give the crew a day off?”

“And that’s why you’re our morale guy. Ratchet would probably tell me to ignore it, right?”

“I guess.”

“You don’t think he would?”

“Not really sure how the CMO’s opinion is relevant.”

Because Ratchet’s vote was the only one he knew.

“Yeah, never mind,” Rodimus said with a shrug, almost losing his balance in the process. “Ultra Magnus would say the same thing, anyway, and he’s counting on me to get to the hearing on time. He cares so much , he ‘summarized’ Brainstorm’s alleged code infringements himself.” He shifted the armload of datapads. The topmost pad was hanging off the edge, preparing for freefall, but trying to tilt it back to safety risked upsetting the rest of the pile.

“Nice of him,” Blaster said.

“Yep, super nice. He went to so much trouble. Really dug into the details, researched historical precedents, looked at the case from every angle. He probably buried his essay on the origins of Decepticon as an adjective somewhere in here.” The datapad tilted and dropped. Rodimus shifted his weight to one leg and kicked with the other, bouncing the pad off his knee and catching it with his teeth. “You know ‘at? Hure, ‘ut the comm hrough. ‘robably just a co’arketer, anyay.”

“Yes, sir.”

The familiar click and beat of a line being transferred. Rodimus deposited the datapad on top of his stack and started walking again, forgoing his office in favor of a detour to the middle decks. The view there was more impressive, the angle revealing the organic landscape that stretched between the Lost Light and Fortuna, a popular interstellar rest stop with enough mechanical business to make it worth the daytrip. Chomskians were their patrons of choice, but a hand over the faction insignia and most folks would let it slide. Walking the length of the Lost Light revealed a subtly changing view as the gleam of the mechanoid hub altered the silhouette of the city, and Rodimus busied himself tracking the shuttles, jets, and personal aircraft traveling in and out, letting it distract him until his comm came back.

“Am I speaking to Captain Rodimus?” an unfamiliar voice asked. Cybertronian, definitely, but otherwise unknown.

Cool .

“Yep, captain of the Lost Light and quester for the Knights of Cybertron,” he said. “What’s up?”

“This is Autobot Arcee, requesting permission to dock in the Lost Light’s shuttle bay.”

“Arcee?” Rodimus went through the list of all the Autobots he knew, ignoring the space where Arcee’s origin should have been. Some folks, MTOs especially, didn’t like to broadcast that information, and it wasn’t strictly necessary for a personal database search. Regardless, “Sorry, Arcee, I’m not remembering you. Who did you serve under?”

“New recruit. Was working with Prowl for a bit, now Optimus Prime. We’ve met.”

He had to hold himself back from shutting down the call. The datapads wobbled and he quickly righted himself.

“We have?” People who worked for Prowl were strategic about when they released that information. If she really was a new recruit, it was possible no one had explained to her yet that, ultimately, everything led back to him. It was the only justification he could find for staying on the line and not telling Ultra Magnus to initiate an immediate sweep for unauthorized listening devices.

“Well, no. But I crashed a shuttle for you. Into Galvatron.”

“You did?” And just like that he had forgotten Prowl entirely.

“I did. Me and a few others. It didn’t do much, but you and Optimus managed to take care of Vector Sigma anyway, so, bygones.”

Why couldn’t he remember this? It sounded awesome .

“Totally,” Rodimus said, feeling a swell of pride as he remembered the moment Optimus had set aside his doubts and trusted Rodimus’ word on the Matrix. Up until that point, his chosen name had felt ill-fitting, like the myriad of function tests that preceded a new harvest’s official classification. Or, in his darker moments, like the Primes of old, who claimed the Matrix’s blessing despite no legitimate connection to it. Optimus had put his faith in Rodimus, though, in his connection to the Matrix, and that faith had been rewarded , not punished . For once, his destiny hadn’t been priced in spilled energon.

Not that they hadn’t seen any.

“So you decided to get the brand and make it permanent?” he asked, pulling himself back to the present.

“Yes.”

“Then yeah, come aboard. ‘The more the merrier,’ as Megatron would never say. When do you estimate your arrival?”

“I’ve just breached atmosphere, should be there in an hour.”

“Perfect. I’ll send instructions along to open the shuttle bay doors and will be there to meet you.” He passed the news to Megatron and Ultra Magnus and was unsurprised when only the latter acknowledged the alert, as well as a bunch of forms that seemed incredibly tedious and not worth the bandwidth. Maybe once the hearing was over, he could sit down with his co-captain and remind him of the responsibilities he had agreed to as part of his deal. That would be a proper, leader-like thing to do.

Or he could let Megatron continue to wallow in whatever new misery he had concocted for himself. It certainly made his shifts easier.

He and Arcee exchanged farewells and his comm powered down, leaving Rodimus to strategize. Arcee’s arrival meant he did not have enough time to get back to his office, read through all of Magnus’ files, and make it to the shuttle bay, especially with all the effort it would take to even work himself up to unlocking the datapads. Better to make a good impression on their new guest and bump out the least pressing task. He could do his reading once Arcee was settled.

Walking around weighed down by the burden of knowledge was a drag, though, so he stuck to the part of the plan that involved getting rid of the datapads. He spent the remaining walk to his office (longer now after he had inadvertently walked in the opposite direction while on the comm) thinking about what he could do with the surprise free time. Maybe take a quick lap around the lower decks or make his first official visit to “Visages”. Something fun, carefree, and just barely skirting regulations; something normal , to start the work of convincing everyone, again, that things were going to be fine.

~*~

Ratchet was not stalling.

There was a chance he was overpreparing, but better that than the opposite. The galaxy was a big place, and if he was even slightly accurate in his guess of how far Drift would wander in his search for redemption, he would be touching corners of it even the war had never brought him to. So, an abundance of fuel was necessary, at least enough to last two bots a month plus about half that for the journey outward. Then medical supplies: wiremesh bandages, nanite gel, intravenous lines, sparkstarters, sorted boxes of nuts and screws, antiviral uploads, rust repellant, strut stabilizers, soldering wires… The shuttle was turning out better equipped than some of the mobile surgeries he had worked from during the war; even some hospitals had been dangerously low on materials he now found in abundance. For the first time, he had the resources to make sure nothing and no one would be lost to shortage, and he intended to take advantage of that new luxury.

Following that, the next logical step had been to make the rest of the shuttle comfortable as well. Two Morphy berths with recharge docks. A media library of music and movies to pass the time (the former Cyclonus’ recommendations, the latter, Swerve’s). A few selections from his private engex stash. A box of data blockers he had buried deep among the medical supplies and would claim were standard for any med kit if interrogated.

He nudged the box of Hex pieces against the wall with his foot. Was it alright there was nowhere to sit beside the naviconsole and the berths? He had though Drift would appreciate the economy of a smaller shuttle, but with the cargo loaded the atmosphere was shifting from cozy to cramped. Would Drift feel claustrophobic, reminded of squatters’ dens and Decepticon outposts? Drift was also a high-energy bot, who would probably itch for a chance to spin his wheels from time to time. Were the fuel reserves large enough to accommodate multiple planet stops?

Ratchet’s knuckle had worked its way between his teeth before he realized what he was doing. Dropping his hand, he forced himself to turn around and exit the small spacecraft. He was committed. Out of anyone on board, Drift had done the most to earn this home. If no one else was going to step up and do the right thing by returning it to him, Ratchet would resign to do it himself.

He heard a commotion, eager and anxious, as he stepped out into the shuttle bay. The hangar doors were opening, sunlight slipping through the growing crack, and several parked crafts were being taxied out of the way. Not wanting to get cut off by wandering shuttles, he hurried to the pedestrian entrance, where most of the voices were coming from: a small crowd, loiterers looking for the new source of intrigue. Whirl and Tailgate were among them, providing running commentary as the unwieldly ships skirted just shy of scraping each other’s paint off, so it was no surprise to find Cyclonus standing further off.

Perfect. Though Ratchet and Cyclonus were not on bad terms, neither had ever tried to expand their relationship past the occasional long-suffering glance. If it had been one of the bots who had his spark twisting every time he bumped into them in the hallways, Ratchet would have worried about giving his plan away, but he doubted Cyclonus cared whether the something-like-guilt was visible.

“Cyclonus,” he greeted.

“Ratchet.” The older of the two offered a polite nod, though his gaze returned to the door.

“What’s going on? Somebody forget something in Fortuna?” Ratchet kept his voice light, curiosity without investment. A change in routine could mean nothing, but by now everyone knew it could also be the start of something weird, dangerous, or a combination of the two. Either way, it would end up among Swerve’s stand-up material.

“New arrival,” Cyclonus said. “Arcee of the Darklands: a tested warrior with a spark that rivaled Galvatron’s.”

Might as well have called herself Foreboding of Doom and saved his declarative archives the search. Ratchet wondered if he should move his departure up.

“Is she here? Did I miss it?”

Rodimus’ panicked shouts preceded his stumble into the hangar. Ratchet greeted him with a pointed look, which he shouldered by simply not noticing it while his gaze darted around the room.

“Not yet, Rodimus,” Hoist announced over the loudspeaker. “We’re just getting the last shuttles cleared for landing.”

“Oh, thank Primus,” Rodimus said, tilting his head back as his fans released a cloud of warm air. “Fantastic.”

“You look like you gunned it to get here,” Ratchet said, waving away the smell of an overheated engine.

“No, that would be speeding, which is definitely against spacetime law,” Rodimus said, straightening to flash Ratchet a deeply unappreciated grin. “I ran. I told Arcee I would be here to meet her, and it would make for a pretty bad impression of the ship if the captain failed to live up to his promise.”

“Don’t you have a hearing to be getting ready for?” Ratchet asked, the question slipping past his censors. Slag. That was not the note he wanted to leave on. The stress of his impending departure was getting to him more than he had realized.

Rodimus shrugged, unaffected.

“Magnus gave me all the materials, just need to read them. Won’t take long.”

That stirred something in Ratchet’s spark.

“Good to know our justice system is under such attentive care.”

“Perhaps this is a conversation that would be better saved for when we are not moments from new introductions,” Cyclonus interjected, his deep bass distracting enough to halt those emotional processes of Ratchet’s that started to loop out of control whenever Rodimus opened his mouth. He set his vocalizer to standby, not trusting it to wait for his command, and wondered whether it would be better to get out sooner. Before his own smart mouth made his worries a reality.

The appearance of the approaching shuttle did not ease his concerns. Starting as a speck above the horizon, all optics were on it as it approached, a little blob of a spacecraft dangling over the city of Fortuna. Big, for a single occupant. Ratchet hoped he was wrong, but he noticed something further odd as it came nearer.

Whirl took care of that loose thread of optimism.

“It’s purple,” he said, with a coy look at Cyclonus, who ignored it with enviable steadiness.

“It’s a Decepticon vessel.” Ratchet had seen enough in his time. After the fall of Tyger Pax, Autobot regulations had outlawed all colors between navy and magenta for ships, and he could think of no other species brazen enough to steer a spacecraft directly into civilian airspace. “Rodimus?”

“Blaster confirmed Arcee’s ident after our call,” Rodimus said. “Bit of a garish choice for a ride, but it’s her.” He had maneuvered himself to the front of the group, standing at the front like he was putting himself on display for an honored guest.

“That is rich, coming from you.”

“Thanks, Ratch,” Rodimus said, casting over his shoulder a wink and a grin before he turned back to face the oncoming ship. Ratchet’s frown deepened and he ignored the way the gesture reminded him of Drift.

He never knew what the bot had seen in Rodimus. Short-sighted, selfish, and with an ego that could have powered the ship if he could have been bothered to contribute that much, Rodimus’ ability to perform feats no one else would attempt meant he was also prone to making mistakes they neither could have imagined. For all the time Ratchet had spent on the Lost Light , he still had no idea the limits of chaos Rodimus was capable of summoning to it, so he let triage and combat protocols idle in the background while they waited.

It was not a nice landing. The thrusters were still burning several hundred feet out, so they all heard the roar of wind buffeting ailerons as the shuttle struggled to slow itself down. It was only by the combined effects of the Lost Light ’s buffeting shield and the shuttle’s reverse engines that they did not suffer a catastrophic collision, and even then, the shuttle bounced as it finally touched down, coming within feet of kissing Huffer’s personal speeder. Ratchet still did not remember to vent as it struggled through taxiing, twice having to reattempt a maneuver as the combined efforts of Hoist, Rodimus, and a group of volunteers guided it to its designated space. Only when the engines finally shut down did Ratchet hear the collective sigh of multiple hydraulics systems releasing their tension.

“Guess Darkland warriors don’t need to know how to drive,” Ratchet muttered. He thought he heard Cyclonus huff, which was enough to get a chuckle out of him.

That was it, though, because in the next moment Rodimus was rushing to the lowering hatch, his spoiler flicking behind him like an insect wing. Ratchet caught a glimpse of a labyrinthine cargo hold before Arcee stepped forward, filling the space, and descended rapidly. He tensed, ready for something else to come charging out from behind her, but besides a look passed between her and Cyclonus nothing immediately hostile revealed itself.

“Welcome to the Lost Light,” Rodimus said, standing aside to let Arcee descend. The hatch raised as soon as she was standing on the Lost Light’s floor, blocking Ratchet’s view again.

“Yes, thank you.” Her tone was clipped, not the melodic veil of sophistication Ratchet had come to associate with Cyclonus, and she scanned the assembled bots with a look of blatant suspicion. Ratchet could relate to that, if nothing else.

He glanced at the purple ship once more while Rodimus led Arcee in the direction of the rec rooms while the rest of the crowd dispersed. Ratchet himself would never believe in anything as a sign or omen, but the sight of the purple plating made old welds ache, and he found his resolve. He would go get a drink. He would attend the hearing. And then, goodbyes or no, he was leaving that night.

#maccadam #transformers #rodimus #ratchet #my writing #longfic #fault lines #im posting this so late 😂 #life happens yknow

[marvel-chubbybucky-hoe]

Steve discovering binge eating disorder? This will be last if you are ok with that

I Just Want You To Be Happy

Relationship: Steve Rogers / Reader

Tags: angst, angst to fluff, binge eating disorder, recovery, mental health issues, swearing, mention of relapsing 

Words: 1,303

A/n: I struggled a lot with this, because I didn’t want to just jump into it. I researched a little to make this more realistic. However, please be aware that every person is different and copes differently. I still hope you like this :)

Steve and some of his friends invited you to join them on vacation. You were reluctant at first, but Steve managed to charm you into coming anyway. Now, you find yourself in a nice bungalow somewhere on the west coast. 

Steve comes back from shopping for groceries for the dinner they had planned for the evening. He walks into the kitchen and puts down his bags. His eyes gaze through the living space. “Has anyone seen y/n?” One of your friends shakes their head “No, maybe she’s in her room? You’re gonna check on her?”, they question. Steve thanks them and makes his way over to your bedroom.

He knocks on your door “Y/n, are you there?” No response. “Y/n?” After a few moments of silence Steve reaches for the handle “I’m going to come in now”. He opens the door to find you sitting on your bed. You’re surrounded by loads of candy wrappers which you are staring at blankly. “Woah y/n, did you eat all of these candies by yourself?”

Your head whips up at his words and you feel your lips start to tremble. “I- I didn’t mean to, I just-”, before you could finish your sentence, tears already statred to run down your cheeks. The shame that usually follows your episodes kicks in. Steve looks at you confused about your outburst, but sits down next to you to try and console you. “I’m sorry, y/n. Was it something I said?”, he questions while awkardly patting your shoulder.

“No, it’s not you, it’s just...”, you sigh and wipe your cheeks. “Sometimes I just can’t stop eating and it’s fucking embarrassing” you look back down to the wrappers around you and angrily pinch your thighs. “Well”, Steve’s voice strangely brings you comfort and makes your cheeks blush aggressively “Why don’t you just eat with us and not on your own?” Steve cocks his head at you, resembling a confused puppy.

“Because I’m so ashamed of myself”, you hear yourself sobbing out these words. You’ve never talked about your feelings like this, but you find yourself feeling comfortable enough in Steve’s company. He hates seeing you so down and hugs you, pulling your body against his. You grab his shirt and cry into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry if this is rude, but why don’t you just eat normally, if this makes you feel so bad?” You know that Steve doesn’t mean any harm by his question, but you can’t stop the anger that is quickly building. You push him away and stand up. “Because I fucking can’t asshole! You think I would be here crying over my bloody binge eating if I could?” You angrily point your finger at him “You think I want to be this big? If I could stop I damn well would.”

Steve looks like he’s been slapped. He didn’t realize how hurt you would be by his words. He gets up as well, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden. He hesitantely reaches for your sobbing body and pulls you into a warm embrace. “I’m sorry, so, so sorry”, he whispers into your hair. You stiffen in his arms, but soon relax and put your arms around Steve’s back. “I just cannot understand, but you are still valid. I’m sorry if it came across differently”

You rest your head on his strong chest and sigh “I know you didn’t mean it like that. I’m just really self conscious about my episodes and I got defensive. I didn’t mean to startle you”. Steve’s hands gently rub along your back. “You know when you start eating crisps and you can’t stop until they’re all gone?”, you mumble slowly. He chuckles, but nods. “This is what this feels like. And afterwards I feel so ashamed that I ate so many calories. It’s why I don’t eat with you guys. I don’t want you to feel disgusted”, you whisper that last part, scared of Steve agreeing with it.

“I don’t think I could ever feel disgusted by you”, he whispers back to you “Where is this coming from y/n?” Steve cups your cheeks and makes you look into his worried eyes. “I used to get bullied in high school, you know? I was kind of a nerd and people made fun of my way of talking and my obsession with chemistry. Which I still don’t get, you know chemistry is everything. This is why I hate when people say thing like ‘I don’t want this chemistry in my body’, because your body wouldn’t even exist if it weren’t for-”, you get inerrupted by Steve chuckling.You blush “I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

Steve smiles fondly at you “You were doing just fine, love” Your cheeks are flaming at this point and you cough to regain your composure “Anyway, when I was feeling low I turned to comfort foods, like carbs and sugary stuff. At one point I think I lost control.” You sigh and bury your face back into Steve’s chest. You can hear him mumble “I never liked bullies” under his breath, befor he leads you to sit down on your bed.

“Maybe you should see someone to help you. You seem so down about this and I wish I could see you smile more often” Steve offers and grabs your hands. You look at him, hurt “You think I’m crazy?”

“What? No! I just remember how much seeing a therapist helped me after I woke up in this new time” he smiles at you shyly. “You saw a therapist?” you gape at him. You always thought nothing could bring down Captain America and seeing him in a more human kind of way is surprisingly refreshing. “Still am”, he replies slyly. “And it helps?”, you question. Seeing a professional kinda scares you. “So much. When you find someone you’re compatibale with, you’ll start o make progress I’m sure. I believe in you!” Steve says and squeezes your hands. 

You sigh “I just wish I could be pretty for once” At that Steve looks you deep in the eyes “But you are pretty. So unbelievably beautiful” His eyes flick to your lips and he grins at you sheepishly “May I kiss you?” Your eyes widen, but before you do somethig you regret, you close your eyes and push your lips on his warm ones. 

His lips are soft and move slowly against your plumb mouth. After a little you pull back and smile at him “Where did that come from?”

He grins at you and pulls you into a tight hug “I just want to see you happy”

It’s been a year and a half since that day and you started your recovery shortly after. It took a little to find a psychologist you felt comfortable around, ut once you did you began having sessions. Your therapist diagnosed you with binge eating disorder, the most common eating disorder in the U.S.A. You had your ups and downs and are still occasionally struggeling with few relapses, but overall you’ve become happier and healthier.

You are a little chubby, but you’ve grown to love your body the way it is. It all contributed to the happiness you have achieved. 

Steve was by your side the whole time to support you. You two have grown incredibly close and started dating eight months ago. It took you a while to be in a relationship, because you felt it was unfair to Steve to be with an emotionally unavailable girl. Once you started to feel happier tho, you realized how deeply you love Steve. 

Now, you are inseperable and Steve still stays by your side on good and bad days. When it’s an especially brutal day, he holds you close, peppers you with kisses and whispers softly into your ear “I just want you to be happy, pretty girl”

#steve rogers #captain america #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers comfort #reader insert #insecure reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #captain america x you #marvel one shot #steve rogers request #steve rogers reader insert #angst to fluff #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #steven rogers #steve rogers one shot

[volleyball-dontknowher]

Quick Lunch Kenma x reader

Warnings: NSFW, oral, semi-public, dirty talk, Dom kenma

Words: 3.6k 

Requests open

A/N this had a lot of issues yesterday so I had to repost it!! every time I would fix one it would cause another so it’s just easier this way!!! 

\You knew that you probably shouldn’t be doing this but you couldn’t help yourself, you had to. Kenma had a habit of starting something and not stopping until he finished, and right now he has been working harder than ever at his office. Kenma has been waking up before you and coming home after you’re asleep because they had an amazing idea at his company and he needs it to be done as soon as possible. You typically love this about him but you know that this means that he isn’t taking care of himself and is going to burn himself out quickly, which is why you decided to show up at his office today (it is freaking huge and super protected but everyone there has seen you with Kenma (or the pictures of you two he keeps at his desk because he truly is a softie for you and wants to remember to think of you throughout the day) and they just let you through and point you towards his office) with lunch. 

It wasn’t the first time you’ve shown up with lunch for him but this time felt different, typically if he came into the office he was going to be working by himself for only a few hours a day and could make time to sit and eat a quick meal with you. Today you knew that he had no time and you just hoped that this would at least brighten his spirits a little bit. You also knew that he wasn’t taking care of himself properly because when he gets busy he just forgets to eat. This is why you brought his favorite food (with a slice of apple pie) and it’s the only thing that he will constantly eat all of which gives you nice peace of mind. 

As the elevator came to a halt, so did your breath. You wanted to see Kenma’s face for just an instant and tell him how much you love him and go on your way. You exited the elevator and walked straight down the hall into Kenma’s office. You slowly opened the door and saw Kenma sitting at his desk quickly typing at his computer and somehow he didn’t look tired (even though he was only in bed with you for three hours) when you enter Kenma quickly glances up at you and goes back to work. A few seconds later he looks back up at you again. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Oh, I brought you lunch,” you walk towards his desk, “here, I hope you enjoy it!” You put it on his desk smiling at him. 

He looks mildly interested in the food but his eyes locked on you, “Thanks Y/N.” 

He gives you a tiny smile as you turn to leave, “Where are you going?” 

“Oh I was going to go run a couple more errands before going home, do you need anything?” 

“Don’t go yet,” he tells you as he goes back to his computer. Staying would be a great idea expect Kenma didn’t have other chairs in his office because he doesn’t like people disturbing him while he worked, and if they had to he liked to make them stand so they would make it shorter. You scratched the back of your head and kinda just stood there watching him work at his desk. 

“Sit Y/N,” he tells you sternly in the voice he only uses in the bedroom and you can’t help but clench your legs together as you go to kneel beside him at his desk. When you do his hand laces into the hair on the back of your head and pulls your head back so you are looking at him, “good girl,” he mumbles out for you as he returns his hand and continues working

You sit here on your knees watching him focus back on his computer as the wetness between your legs began to grow. You watch Kenma typed out several emails before he suddenly stops and looks down at you. 

“Don’t tease me,” he says sternly, “and stop gawking and put your mouth to work.” 

“Y/N make yourself useful,” he tells you before glancing at his trousers then goes back to his computer screen.

You quickly move under his desk and between his legs immediately bring your hands up to rub his length through his pants. He doesn't even flinch when you do this, so you take it one step further and lean down to kiss his length through his pants. After a few open mouth kisses, you can feel his cock twitch in his pants and you reach up and unbutton his pants while looking up at him. You continue to admire his beautiful face while you unzip his pants and push down his boxers freeing his now hardened member. Your hands pump up and down him a few times before focusing more attention on his tip. 

His words go straight to your core and you can’t help but stare at him with your mouth hanging open until your brain catches up with his words. He doesn’t give you this chance and grabs a fist full of hair and pushes your mouth completely onto his length. 

“I told you to get to work so stop being a dumb whore and do your job,” he demands before letting go of your hair and releasing your mouth. You take a quick breath before licking up the underside of his length and fondling his balls between your fingers. You take his stip in your mouth and such gently once then suck harder the second time, this causes for Kenma to hiss and squeeze his eyes shut momentarily before opening them and continuing his work. You continue to suck on his tip as you start to bob your head further down his length and licking and sucking as you go. After a second you bob your head and completely take his length into your mouth having it hit the back of your throat, you hold your head there for a second before going to pull up.

“Again,” is all Kenma can say to you while he intensely stares at the document before him. 

You happily listen and this time when he hits the back of your throat his hand comes down and pushes your face even further down so that your nose was touching skin. He holds you like this for a minute until you tap the side of his leg twice as a sign that you need air, his hands don’t move. Kenma waits another few seconds before finally letting up his grip. When you take a deep breath and look up at him you see his eyes looking down at you hungrily and you know that this means that he is close. You take his length back into your mouth and start bobbing your head faster than before with one of your hands stroking the rest of him that your mouth isn’t covering and the other hand fondling his balls. This has him lightly thrusting up into your mouth and his eyes locked on you. His hands lace into your hair and he pushes your head all the way down before finishing down your throat, forcing you to swallow. You take his softening member out of your mouth and start to lick it off. 

“You’re such a good girl for my Y/N,” Kenma coos before tucking his softened member back into his pants. You crawl out from under his desk and go to stand up next to him, “sit,” he demands again. You start to sit back down on the floor but he stops you with one hand grabbing onto your thigh, “on my lap.” 

You nervously turn to face him as you climb onto his lap, choosing to sit facing him instead of his computer. “Good girl,” he hums with his eyes back focused on his computer screen, as he reads an email his hands grip your hips and start rubbing you back and forth against his length. You understand exactly what he is trying to get you to do and you start rubbing your hips against him and you wrap your arms around his shoulders as his hands leave your hips and go back to his computer. You continue to rub yourself against him until you are huffing and quietly moaning as you enjoy the friction. You have to lean into Kenma’s shoulder and end up biting down on his shoulder to suppress a loud moan. This causes Kenma to push your head back and grab your chin harshly, “One more noise from you and you’re out of my office. Got it?” 

You can’t help but nod at him before he lets go of your chin and lets you keep rubbing yourself against his thigh. You keep going and speed up as you feel yourself getting close to finishing and you both can feel it. Kenma captures your lips with his and puts his hand on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. His lips are hungry and feverish as he moves his hands to your hips and grinds your hips down hard against his. He does this several times and you are completely on the edge. His tongue is exploring every crevice of your mouth and you can’t help but let out a little whiny whimper and everything stops. 

“Y/N,” he says sternly, “get up and be good for me, and maybe you’ll get attention from me later.” 

“Get up.”

“Noooo I’m sorry babe I promise I’ll be good please,” you can’t help but whine. 

You open your mouth to argue with him but he points to the door and you know that he is done with this conversation. So you have no choice but to get up and head towards the door. Right as your hands wrap around the door handle you hear him shift in his chair, “if you even think about touching yourself I am not going to let you come for a week. Oh, and thanks for lunch.” 

And with that, you leave. It is only a couple of hours until Kenma is home and you know that if you sit at home you are going to lose your mind so you decide to run some errands before heading home.

Once you’re home you decide to shower and put on some fancy lingerie and perfume before going to lay on the couch and wait for your man to walk through the door. After a few minutes of scrolling on your phone, you hear the familiar footsteps outside of the door. You pop up and go and open the door and smile at Kenma. His eyes go wide as he grabs your wrist and pulls you completely inside before kicking the door shut behind him. 

His lips are immediately on your lips as he whines, “What do you think you’re doing?” he growls at you and you blink up at him innocently, “did you want the whole world to see you? You’re mine and only mine.” 

You pull him into ao big kiss and his lips are ravishing yours and his tongue enters your mouth with no warning, as his hands rub up and down your sides appreciating your revealing attire. 

“Babygirl I love you ut I need you to strip for me, now,” he steps back and watches as you strip completely naked for him. Once you are done he puts a little kiss on your cheek before pointing towards your bedroom, “Go wait for me upstairs, I need to upload a video then I am all yours,” he mumbles from the crook of your neck before squeezing you but between his hands and sending you off. You knew that he really didn’t need to upload the video now and that he was trying to tease you, but he promised that he was yours so you were perfectly fine for waiting a couple of minutes for him. When he next enters the bedroom his hair is tied back at the nape of his neck and his shirt is gone. He walks up to the bed and looks down at you so intensely that you can feel yourself getting nervous even though he has seen you naked countless times. 

“Cum now,” he mumbles from between your legs, and before you know it you are finishing around Kenma’s fingers biting your lip as hard as you can to prevent yourself from making any noise. He is satisfied with this and licks his fingers off before inserting them back into your sensitive hole. You look down at him with panicked eyes hoping that he’s going to get the message that you can’t come so soon after the first orgasm which Kenma can tell but he doesn’t care, you can and you will come again for him. He slides up your body and captures your lips with his as his hand continues to pump into you at an overwhelming pace. After a quick kiss, he goes straight to your breasts and captures one in his mouth sucking harshly around your sensitive bud while his other hand squeezes the other. Once he is done with your breast he sits back up and watches as you squirm under his touch. 

“Open your legs,” he tells you sounding almost bored with the whole thing but you know that he is just as excited for this as you are so you open your legs for him and he leans down and rubs his finger up and down your slit, “fuck Y/N you’re so wet for me,” he mumbles before leaning down and licking up and down you once before pulling away and looking at you.

“We’re going to practice not making noise, okay?” You nod your head quickly before he goes back to your hole and starts harshly sucking on your clit, then licking circles into your hole causing you to bite your lip throw your head back trying to keep quiet. Kenma notices how hard you are trying to be quiet and decides to push you to your limits by quickly pushing three fingers in and out of you while sucking harshly on your clit. You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your orgasm approaching. Kenma keeps up his fast pace and brings his hand up to your lower abdomen to prevent you from moving your hips away from him as you bring your hands to lace into his hair and pull gently on it. 

“You’re so desperate to cum but you can’t, not yet,” he gives you one of his evil smiles before he starts biting marks down the side of your neck and bringing his other hand to rub circles on your clit. You can’t handle all of the sensations and have to bite down on your arm to keep yourself quiet knowing that the slightest noise and he will stop everything but at this point, all you want is to have another orgasm. His hands are hitting all of the right spots and his mouth is attacking the most sensitive spot on your neck and you are seeing stars as you try to hold back your building release. Kenma keeps using his fingers on your clit and hole right up to the point where you can’t hold back anymore and you are sure that you are going to finish around his fingers and take the punishment for it so you can receive the release you’ve been craving. But right as you are about to tip over the edge he pulls his fingers completely off of you as he clicks his tongue at you. 

“Good girl, now I need you to come, now,” his eyes are dark with lust as he looks down at you squirming trying to finish for him. You can’t without contact and you open your mouth to try and tell him but before you can start he pushes three fingers into your mouth and three fingers directly into your hole and pumps them both into you causing you to finally finish around him. Once he has helped you ride out your orgasm he pulls you up so that your naked chest is pressed up against his as he takes off his pants and boxers. 

He leans down and kisses up your neck until his lips are right by to your ears, “Good job being quiet, kitten, but now I need the world to hear who you belong to, got it?” 

“Y-yes,” you whimper. 

“Yes what?” he is unamused and grabs your chin to look up at him as he climbs off the edge of the bed. 

“Yes sir, I will be loud for you, sir,” you blink innocently up at him and he accepts this answer and strokes his hard length a few times. 

“Get me wet before I can enter your desperate pussy,” he commands and you lean over and take his whole cock into your mouth and start bobbing your head. Kenma lets out a long moan before grabbing a fist full of your hair and thrusting gently into your mouth. You moan around his length as he picks up his pace and is fucking your face so hard that all you can do is moan around him and wrap your hands around the back of his legs for some stability. As fast as he started he pulls out of your mouth and pushes you back to lay on the bed. You crawl back so your head is laying on the pillows and he follows you up the bed as he places both hands on either side of your head causing you to be completely encased in his body. He takes his length and rubs it up and down your slit a few times before you moan out his name and wrap your arms around his back. 

“Kenma, sir, please, please fuck me,” you can’t help but whine and try and kiss his neck and chest in hopes that he will give you what you want. 

“I just did, I fucked your mouth,” he replies smugly.

“Noooo sir please fuck my pussy, please,” you whine unable to help yourself from bucking your hip up to meet his hardened length. This causes both of you to moan and for him to squeeze his eyes shut for just a second before looking you in the eyes and ram into you. You can’t help but gasp at the sudden contact and he doesn’t give you a chance to adjust before he is pounding into you. All you can do is moan his name over and over as he thrusts into you hard and fast,. He then takes ahis hand down to your clit and starts rubbing harshly which causes you to wrap your arms around him and scrape down his back with a moan. He is filling you up so perfectly that you could come right now, but you know you have to get his permission first.

“Sir please please let me come please please I‘m desperate,” you whine at him unable to focus on anything but him. 

“Come for me whore.” Within moments you’re coming and you’re coming hard, scratching down his back and biting down on his shoulder while moaning his name. Kenma keeps up this pace as you ride out your orgasm, but he still hasn’t finished so he flips pulls out and flips you over before thrusting into you from behind. He pulls your chest up against his as his hand wraps around your throat squeezing it gently, “I need you to come for me Y/N.” 

“Noo sir I can’t please,” you barely whine as his hand returns to your clit and starts harshly rubbing on it as you start seeing stars, you are so caught up in your pleasure that you can’t help but let out a long moan that’s loud and needy. 

Once he comes down from his high he flips you back over and gives you a loving kiss, “good girl,” he lovingly praises you while wiping some of the hair off of your forehead. He then goes to the bathroom and turns the bath on for the two of you. Once he is happy with how full it is he goes back to the bed and gives you another little kiss before scooping you up and walking to the bathroom with you. He sets you down and helps you get in the tub and before he climbs in behind you. He knows that he pushed you hard today and that you were completely exhausted and he is going to take care of you. Right now all you can do is whimper at his touch, your whole body sensitive and aching, leaving you completely exhausted so Kenma washes your hair for you and cleans off your body before wrapping you in a towel and bringing you back to the bed where he brushes your hair out for you and tucks you into bed, giving you sweet kisses as you rest your head on his chest and fall asleep.

“I said come,” Kenma growls into your ear and you have no choice but to release again this time unable to form any coherent thoughts, your mind is completely empty all you can think about is how good he feels around you. As you squeeze around him you feel Kenma’s thrusts getting sloppier as he nears his own release.

You let out a long whine, “sirrrr,” which sends him over the edge, finishing inside you with a few low moans and profanities. 

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Vive ut Vivas - Chapter Four

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three

In this chapter, we see the story under Mulder's perception. We also get to see Scully in a non-usual manner, as she gets a little too drunk and deviates from the strict, serious agent she is around Mulder. This was a really nice chapter to write, with a lot of interaction between our loved pair. The rest of it is up to you to find out 😊

tagging @today-in-fic  (To read it in AO3, come here)

2630 Hegal Place Alexandria - 9:00 p.m.

I wake at the feeling of a cold breeze of air coming from outside. I can’t remember falling asleep in the first place. The only light in my apartment comes from the glow light of the fish tank and from the TV I clearly left aside after some minutes of the movie I rented for the weekend.

9 p.m., shows the clock on my table. Fuck.

My legs are numb, in a clear protest of the way I was laying in the tiny empty space on my couch. I stretch them like a cat, eyes closing again as I decide to attempt at going back to sleep.

Five minutes later and the only thing I manage to get is tossing and turning around restlessly. It seems useless. I stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do.

Maybe I should call Scully.

I know she’s staying with her sister, but I haven’t talked with her after she left the bureau. My mind wonders about what the Scully sisters would probably do on a Friday night. Scully is probably as much a loner as I am on weekends, but Melissa seemed like a very different case. Will they play cards sitting on the couch? Or maybe gossip about old friends and share their lives with some generous doses of wine?

I am left with no conclusive answer and even more curiosity. Next thing I realize, I’m already typing her number at the telephone. There’s a long wait until she finally picks it up. To my surprise, the noise in the background is loud between some song being played at wherever my little partner is and also the sound of people talking.

“Heeey, Muller!” – Scully’s voice is giggly on the other side of the line.

My brain has a really hard time processing the fact that Scully sounds very drunk. My pulse quickens its rate, and I feel surprise wash over me like a giant, massive wave. Since the moment I first met Scully, I’ve never seem her drunk, at least, not in a lost-up state like she seems to be at this very moment. She sounds very dangerously sexy. Oh God. I try my best to drive off the thought as fast as it came to my mind.

“Scully, where are you? Are you drunk?” – yeah, Mulder, very intelligent of you to point that out.

“Cut the crap, Muller. I’m havin’ fun.” – she laughs shamelessly. It’s sounds terribly cute.

“Yeah, I can see that. Is Melissa there with you?”

“She’s here.” – She stops to speak and starts talking with somebody else off the phone. Then, shortly after, another feminine voice comes to line.

“Heeey, candy man. Want some tequila?” – Melissa sounds like she’s in a slightly better state than Scully.

“No, thank you. Are you two alright?” – I can hear Scully protesting in the background, especially something that sounded like the words “big girl” and “take care of herself”. She doesn’t give Melissa enough time to answer my question, as she picks up the phone back.

“Listen, Muller, I’m as sober as ‘m gonna get. Wait wait wait” – now Melissa is the one who takes the phone back from Scully.

“Listen, can ya pick us up? I’ll send the address.”

“Sure, just wait for me there, I’ll be on my way.”

Some minutes later, I’m already on motion. The address doesn’t seem hard to find, being in a close neighborhood of my apartment. I catch my keys and give a last glance in the mirror to check out my tall frame. My shirt is the same from earlier in the day, a white one, now unbuttoned at the collar and with rolled up sleeves. It makes a nice contrast with the dark blue trousers I decided to wear at the last moment. For someone who had passed out in the couch not so long ago, I hope I look decent enough. I take a jacket along as well, just in case.

The quietness inside the car contrasts with the cheerful sound of the streets. I try to maintain silence as a desperate effort of encouraging my mind to quiet as well, but it seems to be useless. My thoughts wonder about how I promised Scully not to be protective of her, but right now, I can’t help it. At least I can allege that Melissa did ask me to take them home. It’ll probably turn out to be one of those moments we both pretend that didn’t happen and never talk about it, anyway.

The car’s engine purrs almost soundlessly then comes to a stop as I park in a street with low-rise, brownstone buildings. My long fingers tap softly against the surface of the steering wheel, in a frank expression of what could be either excitement or apprehension. I storm outside, walking towards the place that, according to Melissa’s information, I’ll probably find two very drunk Scullys.

The air gets instantly warmer once on the inside of the pub. My senses register the scents of alcohol, moist and the melding of a variety of colognes. Most people seem oblivious to my presence as I make my way through the crowd, sneaking through the empty spaces further and further to the back of the place.

It’s not hard to notice the absence of the two redheads my attentive eyes eagerly search for. Their hair would be a visible telltale, even in this crowded place. I stand still for a while, trying to spot the whole space again, making myself sure that I didn’t miss anything. To my left, past a set of tables disposed in the pub, I notice wooden stairs leading above. I turn on my heels and follow my way upstairs.

As I get to the end of the stairs, I’m immediately welcomed by a soft current of fresh air. This part of the pub, turns out, is basically an open-aired, rooftop bar, with a much smaller wooden countertop where the drinks are served, along with a few bar stools. The darkness of the night is broken by flickering lamps that serve both as illumination and for decorative purposes. The surrounding atmosphere soon entices me in an inviting allure.

Conversations swirl in around the soft smell of drinks that wafts in the open air of this part of the pub. It’s a lot less crowded here and I soon spot Scully and Melissa, whom seem engrossed in a giggly chat. Scully can hardly contain her beaming smile and her laugh sounds almost juvenile. Its sound is delightful, and I feel almost guilt to pry into their private moment.

The sight of it reminds me of our old days, back into the beginning of our partnership, the way she used to smile more freely, and seemed genuinely excited about our cases. After all that’s happened in our lives, in her life, with the loss of her father, with her abduction, it’s good to see her happy like this again, even if it’s due to a temporary state of inebriation.

Before I get to them, Scully’s eyes find mine in the dim light. Her naturally light blue eyes seem even brighter in the dimness. I think of mermaids’ folklore and how she would fit perfectly among them, alluring sailors with a proffer of beauty and pleasure.

My mind has barely time to get back from its musings when Scully approaches me, throwing herself in my arms in a hug. My hands unconsciously find their way to her lower back, a move that became quite natural between us, since we became partners. Her arms come to rest on my chest, as she takes a step back to look up at me. Her eyes devour every detail in my frame, seemingly drawn to my bare forearms, because she traces them with her hands until they reach my pulse. My legs go weak when I notice that the earlier beaming smile of hers is still there, but now I seem to be the cause of it.

“You came!” – She squeaks.

“Yeah.” – is the only answer I manage to give her, as my brain refuses to function since she started to touch me like that and stare at me with glossy eyes.

“Thought you didn’ like outta-home Friday nights.” – her slurred voice comes out, not concealing in the least a tone of enthusiasm that comes with it.

I bend to whisper in her ear – “And I thought you didn’t like to get this drunk, so, we’re even.

“Hey, we have Irish blood.” – It’s only when Melissa speaks that I recall her presence there. Seems that my drunk, touchy partner had me too distracted to pay attention to the other Scully in the room. She moves slightly on her feet, trying to find balance, before adding – “Besides, it was basically just some tequila shots.”

“Mhnm, I see.” – I state with a grin.

No wonder why they’re having trouble to stand on their feet, then.

Some minutes later, we are ready to leave. Outside the pub, the fresh weather previously hanging in the air of the night has gradually become colder, its chilly wind clearly announcing the change, as the hairs on my arm raise. Scully seems to be in a worse state of discomfort with it, I notice, when she shivers and snuggles a little closer to me.

“Here, Scully, take my coat.” – I don’t wait for a reply as I’m already placing it around her shoulders when she speaks.

“But Muller, you’ll be cold.” – Her breath comes out in white-puffed clouds.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” – I quietly stick my hands inside my pockets, in seek of a source of warmth, hopeful that Scully didn’t notice it. Otherwise, she would instantly hand me back my coat. Melissa does notice my move, though, with a playful smile in her lips, even though she tries her best at hiding it by gluing her stare to the floor.

She joins her sister and entangles their arms together, walking unsteadily side by side in the cobbled street. – “Never go out without a coat, Danes. You never know if you have yeer man candy ‘round to help you. – She slurs. – You forgot to mention he was also a gentleman.”

I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to hear that. My face gets warm at this piece of information, a smile tugging without permission in my lips. Does Scully think I’m attractive? We’ve certainly been stealing glances here and there, but it was never something we openly discussed.

I risk looking at Scully, who, even drunk, manages to give her sister a prefect shut-up-or-I’ll-kick-your-ass look. She fails to hide her flushed cheeks, though. It’s too adorable.

A couple of minutes later, after a short trip and some brief instructions from Melissa, I park the car in front of a range of lofty buildings. Before I get out, I take a discreet side glance towards both of them from the driver’s seat and, to my relief, neither seem to be ill from the excess of alcohol.

My thoughts of comfort die as soon as I hear a loud thud. In Scully’s attempt at rising on her feet and getting out of the car – terribly unsuccessful over the state of dizziness she was clearly in – she ends up hitting her head right at the door.

“Shit, Scully, are you all right?” – I run to her, checking for any sign of wounds. Her hands instinctively go to her forehead, and when she lowers them, I see red droplets on her fingers.

“Damn it, you’re hurt!” – I place my hands around her shoulders to help her steady herself, scanning her face for any other injuries. If she’s in pain, she doesn’t show. Once the alcohol leaves her system, though, I bet she will be.

“Hey, Muller, don’t be sooo frowny. I’m a doctor, ya know?” – Scully answers me in defense, holding my face with her palms, forcing me to look at her, and then winks, as if that could make her point more clear.

“Well, I’m no doctor, Scully, but that needs to be cleaned and bound.”

Melissa, meanwhile, who’d been blindly searching her purse for the apartment keys, finally raises her hand with little coordination and a triumphant face, then grimaces when she turns to me and Scully. – “I might have some bandages at home.” – she slurs – “Can’t you come inside and help me with her, Fox?”

“Sure.” – I say, relieved that she invited me. There’d be no chance I would leave Scully drunk, with a head injury and her sister to care for themselves in this state.

Melissa makes her best to lead me to her floor once we enter her building. She goes ahead in clumsy steps, pressing level 11 once we enter the elevator. I give a side glance to the mirror and realize I’m still holding Scully’s hand. I don’t remember taking her hand in the first place at all. With my worry for her, it’s almost an unconscious act, to keep her close to me where I can know she’s alright.

She seems to enjoy it too much, as her eyes follow mine in the mirror and then go back to my face with a smirk. Her fingers disentangle from mine and start to follow their path upwards, until she has her hands in my chest. This sudden move catches me off guard, and once I realize, I’ve already let out an audible and very inappropriate gasp. Shit. My partner gets very touchy and flirtatious when she’s drunk. I take a mental note about that, you know, for further occasions.

Scully gets triumphant at the power she seems to have just discovered she has on me. She slowly travels one hand downwards this time, almost reaching my waistband when I stop her. I have to fight my best to breathe deep, long breaths and control the sudden awakening happening between my thighs. God help me if she keeps doing this tonight.

“Ahem” – Melissa coughs, a smirk plastered on her face showing more curiosity than embarrassment about mine and Scully’s current “situation”. – “This is my floor.”

I let out a breath and get my way out of the tiny space of the elevator almost too fast. Luckily, this time, Melissa is already holding the right key, taking no time to open the apartment door.

Their previous state of exhilaration seems to be gradually turning into lethargy, I notice. –  “I, uh… I’m gonna get the… stuff, to help Danes.” – Scully’s sister tells me, flush faced and seemly confused, before leaving me and Scully alone in her living room.

“Muller, I feel painful.” – Scully faces me with contorted eyebrows and an adorable pout. Even in my state of worry for the visible wound in her forehead, I can’t suppress a smile at the way she looks at me. I embrace her tiny frame in a gentle hug, holding her cheeks in my palms before speaking.

“You’ll be fine, Scully. I’ll take care of you.”

“You know, mom used to tell me there’s one thing that could heal any pain in the world.” – despite the unpretentious way she tells me this, her fiery eyes stare at me with a clear lust that I’ve never seen before in my partner.

I swallow hard. Assuming by the way she’s looking at me, I’m mostly sure that whatever she’s up to will throw caution out of limits for the sake of both of us. – “And what would that be, Scully?”

She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she holds my collar and pulls me down, standing on her tiptoes as she plants a lavish kiss on my lips. It catches me totally by surprise, but at the same time that my mind is in shock, the rest of my body is fully awake. She holds onto me for balance completely, fingers grabbing the hairs of my neck and bringing her body closer, which, as a result, causes her hips to rub against my pelvis. I can’t control the gasp or either the moan that escapes my lips. She takes advantage of it, accessing my mouth thoroughly. It’s what takes to send me over the edge.

Our tongues slide in perfect harmony as we taste each other’s mouths, as if we’d been doing it our whole lives. I cradle her head in my hands, pulling her even closer to me, kissing her in every way possible. It scares me how wildly passionate it gets. I can’t think of anything other than the vanilla smell of her hair, or the way she’s making me see stars right now, the taste of tequila still in her lips… tequila. Oh, fuck.

Scully’s drunk. Way too drunk to have any control of her actions. I shouldn’t be doing this, surrendering to her actions towards me, even if it’s the only thing I wish for right now. I gather all the reminiscent willpower I can find, and break the kiss, foreheads pressed against each other as we both pant. I open my eyes and see that she’s already staring at me with an unreadable look.

“I’m sorry, Scully.” – The words taste bitter in my throat.

Backing away from her enough to draw some personal space between us, my breath catches in my throat at how stunning she looks right now: cheeks flushed, fuzzy hair, her soft, rosy lips still parted breathing for air. She looks like a flower in full bloom.

I feel her eyes scanning me. – “Are you?”

Melissa returns to the room before I get to reply, carrying a medicine kit and some painkillers. – “There we go.”

The awkwardness is palpable in the air. She stares at her sister, then at me, trying to fill in the blanks that weren’t there before, but ends up not saying anything on the matter, whatever the conclusion she comes to.

“Would you, uh… like anything, Fox? Coffee, tea?” – She says, a little embarrassed.

“Some water would be good, thank you Melissa.”

I feel relieved once she goes to the kitchen, leaving me and Scully alone again. I feel equally frustrated and scared for not being able to read her thoughts at the moment. The last thing I want is for her to feel rejected, but this isn’t how things should go. My clouded judgement makes my brain struggle more than it should in finding the right thing to tell my partner.

“Dana.” – I step closer to her, holding her gaze as I do so. I can’t discern between sadness and longing, but she seems to relax considerably as I come to hold her hands in mine. The pout is back to her mouth, which makes me smile. – “When I said I was sorry, I didn’t mean… that it was bad or offending. I just think you should have a conscious choice if you ever decide to do that.” –  I tell her, drawing out the ‘that’ for longer than usual to emphasize my point.

“Muller, being drunk doesn’t make me a fool.” – She’s smiling too now.

“Did it work? Did it help with your pain, after all?”

“At the moment it did, yeah.” – She stares me with a goofy face.

Melissa returns from the kitchen carrying two glasses of water in slightly shaky hands. She gives one to me and the other to Dana without any accident, fortunately, seemly more confident of herself to be able to do that in her current drunk state.

“Here’s your water, Fox. – she tells me and then directs to Scully – Take the painkillers, they can help a lot with the pain.”

“So do other things.” – Scully attempts at whispering to me, but it comes out a little louder than anticipated. If the warmth on my face is from the heat inside the apartment, or from the intrigued gaze Melissa directs me, there’s really no way to tell.

It doesn’t take so long for us to clean and dress Scully’s wound. Turns out, my partner is one of those doctors who are flawless on their job, but terrible as patients. She winces the entire time, pushing my hand away as I wipe the wound gently. She swallows all her water and the painkillers, seemly better than before.

“I guess my doctor activities end here.” – I wink at them both as I rise on my feet. – Are you two going to be okay on your own?”

Melissa comes closer to me, staggering a little and holding my shoulder for balance. – “Yeah… Thanks for everything, Fox. We can handle ourselves for now.”

“No problem. I’ll be on my way then.” – I walk myself to the door, stopping on my tracks and turning around to face them before I get to leave. – “Just call me, in case you need anything.”

I’m already in the hallway when Scully follows me out. – “Hey, Muller.” – Her fingers play with the hem of her blouse. – “You forgot your coat.” – She tells me, said coat still hanging around her shoulders.

I slowly remove it from her, fingers brushing her arms as I do so, causing her to shiver. Her petite frame seems even smaller being this close to mine. I am left with a desire to hug her, to keep her like this: close to me.

Seems that neither of us is in a hurry to leave the other, since we both stand there, holding each other’s gaze. Her body heat is so intense that I can feel its waves crashing right through me. The dim light of the hall casts a glow in her blue eyes, and it’s hard not to get lost in them. I can still remember the taste of her lips in my own.

“Good night, Scully.” – I do my best to resist my thoughts and behave.

She traces my bare forearms with her fingers and makes a too-adorable puppy face. – “It’s no good since you’re leaving. Muller, you’re no fun.”

“You’ll thank me in the morning, Scully.” – I brush a strand of hair out of her forehead and kiss it, gently. – “See you on Monday.”

It’s past midnight when I drive my way back home through cobblestone streets. If I wasn’t sober, I’d definitely think I was dreaming. Not even once in my partnership with Dana, I’ve seen her look at me like tonight, let alone do something like this, and I’ve been very flirtatious and teasing at times. Could it be true? Could we be both feeling desire dangerously reaching a point of no return?

If only desire were the sole thing I felt for this woman. I never expected much outside of our partnership when we were assigned to work together. I didn’t even expect it to last. A good looking woman, smart head, a career to build and sent to debunk me. How could it work? Yet, we’ve matured a friendship that is bigger than any other relationship I’ve ever had in my life. Now, I wonder if that friendship might be growing to something more.

I try to distract myself by turning on the radio on my ride home, just in time to hear “Temptation”:

“And I try to be rational

And I try to be wise

But it all gets blown to pieces

When I look in her eyes”

It seems that there is no escape out of fate tonight, the inevitable prospect that it will be a long, restless end of night.

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