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crushedsweets · 5 months
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ok ok ok ok so i feel like,m idk. hat do you think the creeps are like when they laugh or smile. like full on snorting sobbing out of breath red tomato face laughing or just lik "haaha" or what
HIIII i love this ask its so cute. again, applies to my au, so if i mention smth weird its cuz its smth deep in my brain.... LOL
tims a chuckler... its like a deep, almost raspy chuckle. if its ever funny enough for a full laugh, he's wheezing.
brian also chuckles, but he has a huge smile and it sounds a lot more genuine than tim half the time. we all know what his smile looks like it is very pleasant .
toby's always cheesing. ok jk no he's not but he likes to laugh, it feels good. he'd start with a closed mouth, trying not to smile laugh cuz he's also annoying and doesnt want to give ppl the satisfaction that theyre funny, but he can't hold it in and will literally throw his head back laughing at random shit
kate has a cute little smile, those little crescent smile lines at the corner of her motuh - she has a quiet laugh most of the time, she's really not the type to go HAHAHA...
natalie snorts. if smth is funny she's snorting and u know it. not even laughing she'll just snort n nod along
jack just has a very normal like. hahah. like if its funny he's gonna bbe like haha. IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN like theres litetally so many guys in my classes who just laugh like hahaha and thats jack.
sally giggles, obviously . shes like lol. hehe. haha. HEHE. she has those over-sized big ass teeth that kids have when they havent grown into their adult teeth yet, so it looks rlly cute when she smiles. always smiles w her teeth
ben wheezes, snorts, rolls his head back, fucking grips his stomach, he goes the full mile. it is never that funny but wow will he laugh.
jeff also wheezes but it sounds like he's a chainsmoker,closer to tims wheeze rather than bens wheeze. its ugly. he smiles w his teeth too, and its fucking. his teeth wont even be touching his smile is just huge idk like hes ugly idk bro omfg. im sorry. no. he always sounds like hes laughing at you, rather than with you
liu wheezes too, runs in the family i guess. he just sounds like a much more pleasant, genuinely happy version of jeff. laughs with you. will put a hand on ur shoulder if u made a joke and laugh and tilt his head down and shake his head n shit.
jane has a quick sudden "HAH" type of laugh. it kinda surprises people cuz youd expect more of a gentle "haha" thing but its so sudden and loud and its cute fr.
nina fucking giggles she wont shut the FUCK UP she will keep going and snort and slap her knee. her and ben r the same theyre so annoying. shes so cute though.
ann has an annoying ass sultry laugh. like it almost seems like shes forcing it to be sexy. its terrible. she smirks too. its awful
lulu has a very light, airy laugh. never smiles with her teeth. it almost echoes when shes in fog
sadies laugh sounds like shes crying like the amt of time shes been laughing hella hard and someones liek RU OK and shes liek YEA ... then covers her face to laugh its so bad
dina has a sinister ass laugh idk how to explain that one either. a mix of HEHEHE and HAHAHAH like its never that serious but shes laughing like idek.
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mettywiththenotes · 2 years
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Reading the Bean Version and two things made me laugh
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The SASS on this boy
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And Bakugou referring to AFO as The Anagram😂😂😂
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ptergwen · 3 years
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love is more than a word
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w/c: a very ouch 3.6k
warnings: so so so much angst and an unhealthy (ish) relationship
summary: after nearly four years together, peter has stopped trying
a/n: listen y’all i don’t know what came over me when i made this but i think it’s the saddest thing i’ve ever written? uh try to enjoy tho
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you never thought this would happen, but you’re getting tired of peter. it isn’t your fault. that cliche it’s not you, it’s me line doesn’t apply here.
at first, you actually did find yourself believing the it’s me part. you’d came to the conclusion that you expect too much from peter. he goes to class, he works, patrols, sometimes parties, takes you out when he can. he’s got a lot going on for a full time college student, which is a busy life to lead on its own.
it’s why you don’t complain when he wants to spend the night in and order a pizza instead of cooking together like you’ve been wanting to try. it’s why every time your friends ask you two to hang, you have to reluctantly explain that peter is passed out at eight o’clock on a saturday.
there’s a lazy “wanna make out?” some nights, if peter isn’t yawning when he steps through the front door. even that has lost its enjoyment. kissing peter doesn’t give you the rush it used to, the taste of his strawberry chapstick not flooding your senses and intoxicating you. it’s become predictable. comfortable. boring.
peter is boring.
you’ve slipped into unspoken routine. say your hello’s, work on separate assignments in different rooms. peter eventually yells something like “babe, you hungry yet?” across the apartment, his passive way of asking you to make dinner. you usually order takeout because why make an effort if he doesn’t?
you might watch one of the ten movies peter has liked since before the start of your relationship. he’ll usually fall asleep during it. no surprise there. his overpacked schedule exhausts him, which you’ve talked to him about spreading himself too thin. peter is too nice and can’t say no, so this is where it leaves him.
the main reason you’ve stayed with him is that he can’t take care of himself. he’s clueless about paying the bills, sorting his laundry, simply remembering to drink water. peter wouldn’t be able to go a week without you. he even says it himself.
“crap, i totally forgot about these,” when you picked up his special ordered textbooks from your school library. “can food go in the garbage disposal?” a rare time you didn’t wash the dishes. “thank you, y/n/n. you’re literally a lifesaver,” whenever you do a task for him that someone in their 20s shouldn’t need assistance with.
you didn’t used to mind much. he watches over the city every night. you felt you should return the favor. spider-man could use some help, too. after the almost four years you’ve been together, peter has become completely dependent on you. it only got worse when you moved in together your junior year. you’re concerned how he’ll manage later in his adult life.
you’d think he’d be a little more passionate about your relationship considering how much he needs you. you know peter still loves you, of course he does. that’s not what the problem is. he’s become content with the mutual feeling, so he doesn’t try anymore. he expects the spark to keep itself lit.
no more random joke of the day texts that he used to send you. he stopped surprising you with your coffee order in the morning, the one that he memorized the first time you two went to a starbucks. what you initially found most endearing about peter was that he remembered every little thing you told him.
he put whatever energy he had into showing you that he listened. he’d do it all with rosy cheeks and that toothy smile of his. it seems now like he’s under the impression that being in a long term relationship means none of that matters anymore. there’s no need to impress you, keep you guessing, make you feel special.
tonight is your breaking point. as you go over all of this in your head while peter lays peacefully next to you, you can’t take it. you’ve been making so many excuses for him. you lie to yourself. you’re desperate to believe this is okay and normal and you can work this out, and you can love whatever version of him this is.
but, you can’t. you can’t do it. you need to tell him now because if you sleep on this, you’ll end up feeling bad and be stuck under these suffocating blankets forever.
“peter?” you whisper his name, your back turned to him in bed. you haven’t cuddled each other to sleep in a while. his arms don’t make you feel held now, they make you feel trapped. you’ve been forcing yourself to ignore his look of hurt when you reject his open embrace.
“peter?” you speak louder after a moment of silence, except for his occasional snores. a loud one escapes him before they stop altogether. his eyes stay shut as he mumbles out a, “uh... huh?” your heart is thudding through your entire body. you take a breath in from your nose. “i wanna break up.”
the breath you let out next is one of relief, those three words that have been scratching your throat for months finally out. peter slowly turns his head over his shoulder. he blinks rapidly at your motionless figure. you’re still not facing him.
“what?” is all he says. his voice is surprisingly steady, the confession not yet registering with his sleepy mind. his eyes are burning into you. “i wanna break up,” you repeat and squish your face further into your pillow. peter suddenly sits up, flicking on the lamp on his side. he tries to sling an arm around you. you move further away until you’re at the edge of the bed.
“i’m serious, peter. everything we had, it’s gone.” your words cut through him harder than literal knives he’s been stabbed with. “i- i don’t understand. where is this coming from?” he rakes a hand through his mess of curls. you turn onto your back, looking up at peter. his eyes are fixed on your lower half.
he’ll most definitely cry if he meets your eyes. he really doesn’t want to cry, not ever again when you won’t be here to make him feel better.
“it’s been coming,” you almost scoff at him as you prop yourself up against your pillows. peter’s teeth tug at his lower lip. “all we do is this.” you gesture to your bed, slapping your hand down at your side. “i get tired,” he speaks quietly, refusing to look at you. “i know you do, peter. i know, but you’d be a lot happier if you ever listened to me.”
your statement comes off as condescending to him. he works up the courage to look you in the face. “are you kidding? all you do is boss me around, and i take it. i’ve never once complained.” anger is coursing through his veins and voice. at the situation, that he’s about to lose the one stable part of his life. you’re getting pissed, too.
“that’s because you can’t do anything yourself!” you throw the blankets off you and swing your legs over the bed in one motion. peter hops out of bed entirely. “my whole life, i’ve been on my own half the time,” he spits as he comes over to stand in front of you. “sorry for taking you up on your offers to help.”
your peter would never spew that shit out. he wouldn’t guilt you for something he’s in the wrong about. this peter takes you for granted. he has no clue how fucked he’d be without you.
the first time you spoke to peter was on your way to history 227. you’d recognized him from your class, much more interested in the pretty boy taking notes with his tongue stuck out than whatever war your professor would lecture about.
he was carrying some books, a pencil case that didn’t fully zip, and a five subject notebook. you watched him do his balancing act through the halls until his legs started to wobble. a knowing smile on your face, you tapped his shoulder. it was a gentle one so you didn’t scare him and make all his things fall over.
“can i carry something for you?” you laughed out and pushed one of your backpack straps up on your shoulder. peter only stared at you, his doe eyes prompting you to reach for his pencil case. “uh, no, it’s fine. i got it. see?” he proved that to you by hiking everything up in his arms. he gave you a smile of his own.
“are you sure? we’re going to the same place,” you’d checked again and pointed at his impressive pile. “i’m not gonna steal your sharpies.” “really, i’m fine,” peter insisted with a heart clenching chuckle. “you can have one, if you want,” he offered and attempted to unzip his case, one handed. you put your hand over his to stop him.
“wait until we get to class,” you let go of him, leaving the tips of peter’s ears a shade of pink you’d later fall in love with. “i’ll sit with you.”
peter was once determined to do things on his own, to be self-sufficient. it used to be something he was proud of. now, he’s completely incapable of holding his independence.
“we’re done, peter.” your tone is short, you getting to your feet. “you’d probably forget how to fucking breathe without me, but call it bossing around, i guess,” you laugh bitterly and go over to your drawers. peter’s face falls as he grabs your wrist, stopping you when you pass by him. “where are you going?”
no answer. you pull yourself out of his grasp with your lips pressed into a stern line. peter follows you step by step over to the dresser. “wait, wait. don’t leave, baby. please,” he begs you, getting onto his knees beside you. you’re pulling random clothes out as quick as you can. a science t-shirt peter outgrew is in your hands.
peter used to give you all his old clothes. the signature smell of his cologne lingered no matter how many times you washed them. they kept you calm on nights he was out late patrolling or away on missions. peter would sport a smirk whenever you wore them out in public, pulling you closer to him and complimenting the look.
it started when he was packing for his first mission since you two had begun living together. he’d realized he became too buff to fit in some shirts. remembering how many times you’d giggle at their funny sayings, peter gave them to you. you threw one on and thanked him with a peck on the cheek. it became your tradition.
peter would set off for a new continent, but a piece of him would stay home with you.
the stretched out hoodies and ripped sweatpants just sit in your drawer now. another meaningful thing discontinued. whatever he doesn’t want goes to may for donations now. the memory of what they used to mean to you makes a fit of rage burst through you.
you slam down his ‘find x’ shirt in the space between his knees and yours. you’re on a mission of your own this time. you aren’t going anywhere until you get rid of all the stuff that went from him to you.
“y/n, don’t do this. i- i love you. i love you.” peter chokes out, tears filling his eyes. his vision is clouded while you toss more clothes to your side. “i love you, y/n/n,” he whimpers again, and this time you briskly push the drawer shut. the whole dresser shakes. this is the most emotion either of you have shown in the past few months of your relationship. it’s a little too late.
“love is more than a word, peter. you have to back it up with actions.” you’re doing your best not to cry. the memories of how loved peter made you feel play in your mind. he briefly wipes under his eyes and shakes his head. he’s so oblivious. “i thought i- i did.” “exactly, you did. you gave up at some point.” your voice gets weaker as a tear drips down your chin.
you didn’t plan on breaking down when you imagined this moment. part of you wishes you could give him another chance. most of you knows it wouldn’t do any good for you or peter. you’re not right for each other anymore. he outgrew some sweatshirts, you outgrew him.
that takes you all the way back to it’s not you, it’s me. it’s really both of you.
for the last time, you pull peter in for a hug. the two of you need this. he loops his arms around your back, keeping them loose around you as he tucks his face into the side of your neck. you’re a mix of tears and sharp breaths with your chin on his shoulder. you bring a hand up to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of curls.
he sobs right into your ear, effectively destroying whatever composure you had left.
even though you’re not in love with peter, you haven’t stopped loving him. somewhere inside of him is the goofy boy who asked you out on a post-it during class. the kindhearted man who gave so much of himself to the world and saved enough for you. the one whose fingertips left goosebumps on your skin with every touch.
seeing him like this, having caused it feels like a dull pain rippling in every part of your body. you’ve been there to soothe him during countless breakdowns over the years. you managed to stay strong for all of them. this is the only exception. he lost people, felt down about life, made mistakes. you were there to pick up each piece and put them back together.
the one mistake peter made that you can’t fix is not loving you right. you became his rock, his anchor whenever he let grief and sadness rule over him. you’d get him back to himself. he could’ve at least bought you flowers once in a while, or done anything that showed his gratitude. every iteration of awful put together isn’t enough to describe how he feels.
“i’m so- i’m so fucking sorry, baby. i don’t deserve you. i never have,” peter murmurs as he cries, wetting your skin that his face is still pressed into. your fingers pull roughly at his hair. hot tears overflow from your own eyes. “i should’ve done more.” his voice cracks on the last word. “that’s all i wanted to hear, pete,” you breathe out and pull away from him.
“does that mean you’ll stay?” he croaks, arms still wound around your body. his eyes are hopeful when they lock with yours. a frown pulls at your lips. “only for tonight. i should... one of us should sleep on the couch.” “oh,” his voice is gravelly, so he clears his throat. “i’ll do it.” you’re not going to fight him on it for once.
peter removes his arms from your waist, you sitting back down on your thighs. you give him a blink and you’ll miss it smile because you can’t keep one for long. it’s to let him know you’re not mad. you were at the start of this conversation, then he took accountability. you also came to terms with the fact that the downfall of your relationship was a joined effort.
there are more factors than peter not giving you what he should have. time, different goals, new outlooks on life. you can’t hate only him because a whole bunch of things lead to this.
instead of a smile, since he physically can’t put one on his splotchy face, peter brushes the pad of his thumb over the corner of your lips. he gets up to leave the room, but you stop him with a “wait!” he freezes in front of you. you get out a hoodie from his pile of old clothes and stand up. “it’s cold.” you put it in his hands, earning a grin that he didn’t think was possible.
“thanks, y/n,” peter sighs and holds the hoodie against his chest. “goodnight. um,” this is the part where he’d usually say i love you. “sleep well, okay?” the replacement stings for both of you. you’ll have to learn to fall asleep without hearing that phrase first. as much as you didn’t feel it anymore, you’d become used to it. “you too, peter. night,” you say softly.
you head back to your bed while peter walks out the door. he glances at you once, and you’re already settling under the covers. he shuts the door behind him before finding his way to the couch.
your bed has always seemed too small. it’s gigantic without peter. you aren’t sure how you feel about that yet.
peter lays across the couch, the hood that doesn’t quite fit him pulled over his head. he’s only wearing it because you gave it to him. you doing that not even five minutes ago was how you backed up your love with actions. it’s so easy. silent tears spill from his eyes at the realization.
he wishes on every star that he could’ve figured out he wasn’t doing enough sooner. you’d be together right now, had he just caught on. there was a time he prided himself on knowing you fully and completely. how to turn you into the shy one with certain combinations of words, what your schedule was each week so he could plan his free time around it.
your relationship became something he thought would last unconditionally. if only he was able pinpoint the exact moment he went wrong.
you’re right in the other room. he can go in there and bawl, plead for you to take him back. how could he do that and claim to love you, though? you’ve made it clear you‘re over him.
the best way for peter to show you he loves you is by letting you live your life, without him in it.
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you don’t see peter again for weeks. he moved back in with may, and you got to keep the apartment. you were the one who took all the care of it, anyway.
your semester ended at the perfect time because peter isn’t in any of your new classes. the city is too big to bump into each other. you’re free from the hold he had on you, which would’ve been four years long since yesterday. you’ve been good at picking up his broken pieces for too long, and now it’s time to pick up your own.
for all the hangouts you missed on his behalf, you made up for it. you called mj the day after your breakup and met for lunch. she never explicitly said it, but she took your side. peter had a feeling because when he had the same idea as you, to lean on his friends for support, she never reached out.
betty is indifferent, ned stays cordial with you. his real loyalty is to peter. you can’t blame him.
peter hasn’t been doing well since you broke up. he’s not eating enough, he can’t focus on work of any kind. you were right when you said he would forget how to breathe without you. he often wonders how you’ve been.
he finds out today.
you’re walking around campus, heading in the direction peter just came from. he has a class in the building your last one was. the two of you are on the same sidewalk, opposite sides. he almost doesn’t recognize you.
mj is on one side of you, a guy he’s never seen before with an arm around your shoulders. you’re all laughing about whatever dumb thing your professor said during the lecture. your hair, which is done in a new style, flows behind you in the spring breeze. a smile takes place on your glossy lips. the smile is directed towards that guy. your new boyfriend, peter assumes.
you look amazing, and not only physically. you seem happy with your small group of people. peter hadn’t been able to give you that happiness in years, so it’s nice to see you got it back somehow.
he must have stared too long because you notice him. you fall behind mj and your potential boyfriend, both of them wrapped up in discussing your next project. peter stops walking. you do the same. he’s not sure if he upset you, or what’s going on. his instincts tell him to apologize. his mouth stays closed.
that infectious smile of yours appears once again. you thought about peter yesterday, it being your anniversary and all. you’d only let yourself remember the good things. they outweighed the bad ones when you look back on everything.
“aye, grandma! get over here!” mj calls to you, your boyfriend nudging her side. “take your time, y/n/n. i’m not in a rush to write seven long ass pages.” you laugh to yourself at the two of them. peter fiddles with the zipper on his jacket. it’s from the drawer of things you used to wear. “one sec!” you yell back.
“hey,” you turn to face peter, who’s giving you a tight lipped smile. “how’ve you been?” “i’m okay. just, you know,” he shrugs and clasps his hands behind his back. there’s a short silence before peter says, “you seem good. really good.” he smiles for real this time. “yeah, i am. i hope you are, too,” you tell him and genuinely mean it.
you’d like to catch up soon, but it’s not right yet. you both need more time. “i’ll see you around?” you’re already starting to walk, backwards so you can see peter. “uh, sure. bye,” he gives you a quick wave and continues on his way.
you get back to mj and your boyfriend, his arm returning to your shoulders. they waited for you by the stoplight. “what’d ya get up to over there?” he teases, mj suspiciously watching your face for any tells. you carefully think through your answer with a grin. “love.”
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leviiattacks · 3 years
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teacher!levi and teacher!reader headcanons please 🥺
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author note :: i expected for this to be better but idk,,, um, you know maybe it’s just me who wishes i executed it better but i wrote this at 3am that’s my excuse. ANYWAY I HOPE U ENJOY ANON :-))) i know it’s not headcanons but here!! also my ask box is always open to feel free to drop by !! 
word count :: 5.4k (after i had to severely cut the word count down because my tumblr wouldn’t let me post the longer version with more detail,,,,)
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honestly you’ve never fit in well with the math teachers in particular but you’re still amicable with most
however, there’s one unbearable member of the group that happens to want to play jump rope with your patience constantly
and that person just so happens to be mr ackerman
every single staff meeting the both of you sit furthest away from each other whilst silently exchanging bitter glares
maybe it’s his stony disposition or his unrealistically harsh grading system that makes him seem so off putting to you.
or perhaps it’s your soft and gentle approach to teaching that drives him up a wall
but to make matters simple, the two of you have never got along. nearly everything he says you disagree with and nearly everything you say he has to rebuke.
every outlandish suggestion of his at meetings is met with firm disapproval from you and every time you bring up wanting to provide the children with more time for extracurricular activities he sneers in annoyance
today he’s proposing a plan to set exams as soon as possible
???
you wonder if he’s even thinking with his head attached to his neck because it’ll be impossible for the children to handle all of the content in the form of an exam paper so soon
the workload he’s been pushing onto his math class has become far too ridiculous for your liking and you want to put an end to the man’s reign of terror
it just so happens your classes are scheduled in the blocks next to each other meaning he always sees your students an hour before you do
it’s got to the point where your pupils trudge into english class completely EXHAUSTED
the other day a boy fainted because of lack of sleep and now mr ackerman has the audacity to put forward the exam dates???
“we need to instill these children with discipline. taking them by surprise will give them a much needed reality check.”
you groan at his speech and raise a hand
“may i interject?”
professor ackerman’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek the irritation is painted on his face but he nods although he seems reluctant
“these children do not need standardized exams to-”
“would you like for me to completely scrap exams from the curriculum?” without even allowing for you to present your argument he has to cut you off with a mocking grin
“levi, i think-”
“that's mr ackerman to you.”
his blunt correction has you rolling your eyes because YES!! you understand the two of you aren’t exactly the best of friends but he doesn’t even want to be on a first name basis with a colleague of two years??
his pettiness has your blood boiling in searing displeasure
“you have to stop going so hard on these children.”
he’s shuffling through some paperwork not even batting an eye in your direction.
“personally, we aren’t hard enough but of course the english teacher has trouble understanding that.”
the jab he makes at your job only causes the anger inside of you to bubble up again
why does teaching english have ANYTHING to do with this???
“you teach math yet you can’t calculate the reasoning behind your subpar love life. do not insult english.”
personal insults are your favourite to throw at him because he always gets so riled up
and actually for once you have the answer to a math question.
the reason why his love life is so uneventful has to be because of this :
his personality + his obnoxious humour + his looks = a good looking but undatable man
his jaw clenches and the grip he has on the stack of papers in his hands strengthens
ok,, that is kinda hot but that is not relevant at all
you’re able to make out miss ral one of the other math teachers make a move to speak and god you fight the urge to punch her every day because she’s always gushing about mr ackerman
seeing as you don’t want to punch her or anyone for that matter you turn to give her a “if you speak right now i swear to god i will lose my shit” look
she gets the memo incredibly quickly because her mouth closes shut immediately
mr ackerman takes a sip out of the cup of black tea next to him. “i would appreciate if you just sat back and let me do what’s best.”
“children fainting in my lesson is not what’s best.” your rebuttal catches him off guard and he seems more than a little surprised
“wait- fainted??”
you eyes flick over to mr zacharias, you had told him to pass the message on but the way he’s sheepishly looking at the floor avoiding your eyes clearly tells you all you have to know
“looks like someone forgot to pass the message onto you but the other day falco fainted in english.”
“is he- is he okay?? did he say why?”
eyebrows raising you’re quite surprised to see any sort of reaction from him let alone concern
“he stayed up all night completing your homework.”
lips pressing together into a fine line it almost looks as if he’s guilty
“i’ll talk to him about it later.” his voice is back to its usually plain tone and any trace of his previous worry has been masked.
an awkward silence follows. he coughs choosing to not continue the discussion about exams.
principal smith takes the hint and moves on to discuss planned school trips
HOORAH victory!!!
yet another day where you’ve saved your students
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“who is fallacy and why are they pathetic?” a few snorts and giggles are heard around the class and you force yourself to laugh at falco's miserable attempt at a joke
you’ve noticed falco’s been cracking more jokes around his new seat mate gabi.
she’s small but feisty always willing to debate and she’s really a joy to teach although she can get a little bit aggressive with the others at times
honestly it’s quite obvious that falco has a fat crush on her. well, actually it’s been obvious from the moment she step foot into your class
and... you couldn’t just ignore the way falco looked at her could you?? and there was an empty space next to him too sooooo, what harm would there be in placing the two together?
it seems as if your attempt at getting the both of them to talk has worked. gabi and falco compete desperately for the top position in the class and are two of the best students you’ve had in a while
also after the day falco fainted in class gabi has been noticeably nicer. things like asking if he’s drank water or how much he’s slept
you have a small inkling that she may like him back
and the budding romance is adorable to you because you too once had childhood crushes
it feels rather nostalgic to see the two interact
but today you notice the two aren’t in
in fact, you notice half of the class isn’t?
“where are the others?” your question sends a jolt through one of your present students but he stays silent choosing to pretend to clean his glasses as a distraction
crossing your arms over your chest you walk over towards his desk
“udo, you can tell me what it is.”
“professor ackerman said not to tell.” udo looks petrified and you’re just kinda wondering what in the hell is going on
lucky for you his resolve is thin and he quickly cracks under pressure
“okay. you can’t say i told.”
nodding in agreement he looks around making sure no one else hears what exactly it is he’s about to disclose
“he’s kept some people back to talk to them about something top secret. i don’t know what but he asked for the students who like you.”
at that you feel a little bitter because if he asked for the student who liked you why on earth is half the class still here??
but oh well, you guess you can’t please them all
“oh no, no, no. you’ve got it wrong. we all wanted to stay but he didn’t let us.”
udo looks genuine so you let it slide
either way it doesn’t really matter as long as the majority prefer you over that sick and twisted math teacher you’re alright
“he does know he’s cut into my class time right?”
“falco told him that and he whispered something about how you’re bothersome.”
you???? bothersome???
WHEN HE’S THE ONE BOTHERING EVERYONE?/!:£:!/)
you don’t even look back as you walk out frankly furious at what’s happened
english is important
ACTUALLY!!!
ENGLISH > MATH
you will stand by that till the day you die
your knuckle meets with the wooden surface of your sworn enemy’s classroom door and almost automatically you’re able to hear the shuffle of chairs and padding of numerous footsteps approach
the door swings open and you step aside to allow your missing students to pass through
they look nervous but one look at your reassuring smile lets them ease up and relax
“well.” a voice behind you snaps “look who paid me a visit.”
“we’re talking about this later.”
you try your best to sound serious but you don’t know if you pull it off as well as he does because he just ends up giving you a disappointed sort of look
“y/n. stick to being the good cop it suits you better.”
“we are not on first name basis. you said it yourself.” is your narrowed comeback
finally turning to face him you’re surprised when your eyes travel to the triangle of space behind him and you’re able to get a peek of what looks to be a list of books on his whiteboard
pride and prejudice
wuthering heights
jane eyre
ville-
before you’re able to read the rest he moves in front of your line of vision
he’s got quite the selection but,, when did he of all the people on this planet start showing any interest in literature?
“the books on the board what’s that about?”
your inquiry flies over his head and he shuts the door behind him completely
his face doesn’t move and if it does it only shows the slightest hint of confusion
“what books are you talking about?” he replies and don’t know why your knees feel a little weak when he looks you straight in the eyes
snap.
out.
of.
it.
“i saw books on the board.”
“you saw wrong.” he barks back and he’s getting agitated now
maybe you did imagine it...
and you have to get back to teach your class so okay fair enough you’ll let it go because you do know you have a habit of daydreaming randomly
however that doesn’t stop you from giving him another skeptical look before you leave because there is NO WAY you imagined it, but it is you and it really could be a possibility
the click clack of your heels against the floor sound out as you remove yourself from the conversation
you assume he’s returned to his classroom
that’s why it catches you by surprise when you hear a hesitant voice behind you
“there were no books on the board.”
you don’t know why he has to tell you that again because it only makes himself look all the more suspicious
“but if they were a list of book recommendations then what would you recommend i read?”
the question is peculiar coming from him
are you in an alternate universe?
is this a dream?
are you talking to a clone?
a robot?
because this can NOT be the same man you’ve been working with for two years
maybe he’s having a change of heart?
but that sounds unlikely
maybe he’s planning to read the book and somehow with that big brain of his formulate a calculation to score it a measly two out of ten
yeah. that sounds more likely.
nevertheless, you still want to give him a recommendation, maybe he’ll find out he’s into books this way
“you should totally check out pride and prejudice :-)”
for once you’re smiling at him and he doesn’t know what to do because the change is sudden but he doesn’t say a word after that
instead he retreats into his classroom
god.
now you’re sure he’s just asked to form a stupid calculation or whatever the hell it is math teachers do.
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“he likes you.” hange has a shit eating grin on their face and you can’t help but narrow your eyes and sigh in exasperation
no he does not like you but you don’t try to correct hange because you know they’re firm in their stupid belief
“would you ever date him?” hange fiddles with the last of their potato salad absentmindedly waiting on your reply
the question literally has you choking on your lunch
“i would rather fight for survival in the wilderness. thank you for asking.”
“oh come on... he’s got a thing for you. you read romance novels all the time you should be able to tell he does.”
“yeah and that thing he has for me is wanting to shove my head onto a pitchfork. you’ve got the wrong end of the stick.” shoving a piece of pasta into your mouth you sigh dreamily at the taste. it serves as a momentary distraction
you get one lunch break and you are not!!!! in the mood to talk about him whilst you’re on that break
he’s attractive
and you have to admit he looks handsome in his crisp white button up and pristine black suit AND his cologne is really...
okay, you are digressing from the point
none of what you just said means anything!!!
at surface level he seems like a catch but it’s what’s on the inside that matters and he said he finds english stupid
that’s more than enough of a reason to dislike the guy?
he thinks stuff like the pythagorean theorem and y = mx+c are entertaining
y = mx+c ??? over literature???
you read books to teach and you read books for your own enjoyment
it would be a complete travesty if you had a crush on a book hater
and levi ackerman most certainly can be classed as a book hater.
a pessimistic book hater if the specifics are needed
“OH! SORRY Y/N GOTTA BLAST MOB’S OVER THERE!!!!!”
you don’t even get the chance to say goodbye because hange makes an eager run towards moblit
hange and moblit are inseparable, both are the shared heads of the science department and since he’s been off on sick leave recently you understand why hange’s rushed off to greet him
you wish you had a teacher friend like that but the sad truth is you’re pretty much a lone wolf. the other english teachers are wrinkly old pickles and talk about antiques or quiz shows :-(
“this seat free?”
no way.
it’s not him
it can't be
what does he even want??
“um, well yeah it is free b-.”
“good.” he takes the seat without you even inviting him and now you’re stuck in an awkward situation you didn’t even expect to be in today
you're about to burst into tears because is it too much to ask for a peaceful lunch period???
mr ackerman clears his throat and places a book in the center of the table. “pride and prejudice although not my cup of tea was... mildly enjoyable.”
wait...
is this him...
admitting defeat!??
HELLLOOOOO
you are over the moon right now because you know he really had to have enjoyed it a lot and is simply choosing to withhold that information for his own reputation
“i’m happy to hear you took a liking to it.” you’re munching away at your pasta a little more upbeat now
“okay but the start of the book assuming all single men want a wife? no, all i want is a good night’s rest for once. also mrs bennet needs to calm down, elizabeth can marry who the hell she wa-”
“someone’s a little passionate aren’t they?” you giggle into your glass of water and you catch mr ackerman frowning
“i liked it okay.”
“i thought you said it was only mildly enjoyable just now?” grinning and looking at him through your lashes his cheeks become red
you guess he’s angry or something but that’s the usual with him
“yeah, whatever. i just wanted to play fair and apologise.”
“apologise?” oh wow, now your interest has really peaked because never in the past two years has he apologised to ANYONE
not even principal smith for the one time he flipped out and nearly cursed at a mouthy student at parent's evening
grimacing a little before he does it he finally speaks again.
“english is important. i’m sorry.”
your lips tug up into a bright smile
well???
this is a great interaction??
an apology coming out of levi ackerman of all people
“apology accepted! i’m glad to know you liked the book but now that we’re a tad bit friendlier with each other i wanted to ask for a favour.” your eyes gleam and he swears he can see specks of shining stars in them
“...okay, it depends.”
he’s warming up to you so he considers it
“please don’t cut into my lesson time levi.” his name slips out of your mouth but it’s so natural you don’t even care to correct yourself
“i’m sorry about that too y/n.” your name now ventures out of his mouth too as it tests the waters
wordlessly the two of you agree to first name basis
BUT more important matters are at hand such as how he’s issued you yet another apology?
this is satire surely
because why is he so willing all of a sudden...?
well, that's the power of pride and prejudice, wow you’re really thanking the heavens for blessing this world with jane austen’s existence
jane austen. a woman capable of remarkable things, she's even managed to make an unmoving book hater somehow become a lover
poking at your tuna pasta you and levi are now quiet.
“soooooo, any opinions on mr wickham?” you ask the question hoping to initiate a longer conversation than before
and luckily for you your attempt works
SUCCESS!!
levi pinches the bridge of his nose and the creases on his forehead show he clearly isn't particularly fond of wickham
“don’t get me started he’s so indescribably annoying?”
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ok, ok, ok
you don’t even know how it happens but you and levi really hit it off
weeks have passed and you and him have even become lunch buddies
it was so shocking to moblit at first that he dropped his lunch on the floor when he saw you and levi enthusiastically exchanging words
then again, two mr wickham haters are bound to get along
you’re seriously wondering how the two of you ever survived as mortal enemies
yeah, you still disagree a lot but you’re getting there!!
sometimes he helps you out when your computer stops running and in exchange you’re willing to offer him book recommendations
he swears he doesn't want any recommendations from you but you know he enjoys it
yesterday he got microsoft excel out and showed you how useful it really was and you went :O because you never really understood the need for it at all
you’re a little bit of a granny when it comes to tech...
and just today at lunch you recommended he checks some plays out but his nose wrinkled at the mention of shakespeare so the both of you went through a long list of dramas and eventually you were able to interest him in j.b. priestely's an inspector calls
another victory for you!!
anyway, right now the two of you are sitting inside of the staff room seeing as it's that time of the month again.
time for the monthly staff meeting
it's the first one you've had since you and levi became friends and you're worried the both of you will be back at it butting heads
wait, are you friends?
well, you wouldn't mind if that were the case but to be honest you would like to be a little bit more than friends mayb-
no!!! no!!! no!!! stupid thought!!! you retract that statement immediately
no you do not want to be more than friends with levi ackerman, yes he's lovely to a degree but you are not going to elaborate on why it's a terrible idea to fancy him
okay wait, let's elaborate for the sake of elaborating
he's surprisingly charming and wittier than you thought he would be. the fun conversations are making your days now and to be honest it is nice to have someone to spend lunch with (hange usually skips out on lunch all together to tinker in the science labs and set up experiments)
wait... weren't you suppose to explain why you don't want to get with him?
you're an idiot and you don't notice how dumb you really are until everyone just kinda gawks at the both of you because it's so odd seeing you in the same room let alone within a three feet radius of each other.
fuck, you completely forgot you and levi sat at opposite ends of the room
principal smith enters and even he looks visibly shocked at the change in seats but he doesn't mention it and you're grateful he doesn't because you didn't purposefully sit here it just happened on accident
erwin turns in your direction and smiles
"would you like to start off with your proposition for extracurriculars?"
nodding your head you begin passionately.
"well, i'd like to say i don't think we offer the children enough. we have spare funding so why not open another club? cooking perhaps? i understand many of you may not understand the importance of teaching them how to cook but-"
"do you have an obsession for setting these children up for failure?" tensing up you notice it's levi who's spoke and he doesn't sound remotely happy
blinking once and then twice he realizes his tone isn't the best and he mutters an apology "sorry, go ahead i'll add in when you're done."
whispers travel through the room straight away
"did he just say sorry?"
"actually why are those two sitting together?"
"do you think they're you know...?"
miss ral who's sat a little further away is the next person to disagree with you
"i understand the intention but would it not be better to let them have extra math lessons?"
"oh, so you can get a pay rise?" the comeback you make is aggressive and dripping in displeasure
she sits up face burning up
"no- no- absolutely not i take pleasure in teaching all of my classes." flustered and trying to hide her nerves she takes a sip out of her water bottle
you want to pour all of the water out onto that ginger hair of hers
the reason why her interjection is getting on your nerves is due to the fact you overheard her and another one of the math teachers plan to bring this specific point up
and you are well aware that her reasoning behind it has nothing to do with the children
she couldn't care less about them
"do not make me repeat what you and mr bozado were chit chatting about earlier today."
the threat is enough to silence her and just when you think you've handled the situation levi has to give his input
"let's ignore petra's motivations and talk about how teaching these kids how to cook means nothing if they have no tradable skills to offer in the real world." levi's not looking at you. he's either too annoyed or too preoccupied with his thought process
at that moment you feel naive, you thought maybe he would try to understand your opinion seeing as he's been spending so much time with you as of recent but that looks to not be the case
murmurs of agreement fill the room at his statement and you feel pathetic
it's practically the entire room against you now
genuinely how is it these people can manage to be such spoiled sports about everything?
"recently, i asked all of my classes to write an essay about school stress. maybe you won't understand my views because you haven't read their pieces but they need a fucking break." the expletive flies out of your mouth without warning and you flush in embarrassment
that
was
not
professional.
"oh god, i'm sorry i got worked up i shouldn't hav-" fumbling over all of your words you feel even more mortified
the principal raises his hand signalling you stop and you clamp your mouth shut. you're in huge trouble that's for sure
but,,, in spite of the clear difference in opinion between you and the other teachers, soft and well spoken principal smith says the unthinkable
"i have the final say and i believe you are coming from a good place after reading your student's work. how would you feel about running the new cooking club?"
scanning his face for a second you can tell his question is legitimate and the wave of relief that washes over you has never felt better than ever
sighing contently you agree and as the topic of conversation shifts to something else entirely you sense your heart rate picking up
you feel like you're back to square one with levi.
it's yet another day where you’ve saved your students and you should be feeling overjoyed but if anything you feel a little deflated
you wish he would have come around and understood but you can't teach and old dog new tricks
again, the feeling of disappointment wears you down
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two weeks have passed since then and your favourite time of year has come. it’s spring term meaning MACBETH
the english curriculum includes plays and it just so happens that today is your first lesson covering shakespeare
and you LOVE shakespeare
something about all the intricate foreshadowing always has you excited
but some children are missing
and it’s way too many to blame on sickness
so you wait for a few minutes but it's consistently radio silent
the last time this happened the culprit had been levi and he promised to never cut into your lesson time
but you could count on him to break his promise after the fiasco that was the monthly meeting
is he back to hating you and hating literature?
well, that's his loss if that's the case!! and no!! you will not upset yourself over the loss of the budding friendship
sighing you get to your feet making a beeline to the door but gabi and falco rush to stop you
awkward chuckles activated they wave their hands to get your attention “OH NO, they’ll only be five minutes!!” their sentence comes out as one big blur of words but you manage to understand them
now you’re doubtful because you know falco and gabi would usually ignore you and allow you to walk out
giving them a knowing glance the pair look between each other
their eyes are clearly communicating and asking if it’s alright to tell you
“i promise i won’t be mad.” you sigh
perhaps if you reassure them they’ll be more likely to spill the beans
“it’s not that you... i don't know. you might be upset.” gabi isn't one to care much for other's feelings so you're slightly anxious even though you shouldn't be
but you’re a tough nut to crack. so, absolutely not. you are not going to upset yourself over whatever it is
“i won’t be hurt. i’ve suffered through reading some of the most emotional classics to ever exist.” hitting your chest with your fist you wince a little because you hit yourself a little too hard
falco’s seems to be too shy to come out with it so gabi takes the lead as she normally does
“some students were talking badly about you so mr ackerman kept them behind to have a talk.”
oh.
yeah, actually you are a teeny weeny bit disheartened because you think you’re nice to all of your pupils but it’s nothing too bad, not everyone will like you
“if that’s all i’ll go get them. thank you for letting me know.” giving them two thumbs up you leave the class immediately
levi is probably scolding them to hell and back
not because he cares for you but because he hates disrespect in general
as you’re nearing the open door of his classroom you hear something you never thought would emerge from levi’s room
“final question. why does mr darcy say he doesn’t want to dance with elizabeth at first?” oh yeah, that’s levi’s voice for sure
an english question?
is he quizzing them on pride and prejudice?
you wait hoping your students don't fail you and are able to provide the correct answer.
“ummm... she’s not pretty enough!!”
levi hums “you answered all five questions right. do you all know why?”
you can’t see the children’s faces but they have to be confused if there’s no immediate response
he grunts in agitation “because your english teacher works hard to teach you every single day. have some respect because that teacher of yours is one in a million.”
taking your bottom lip in between your teeth you fight the urge to smile
“do you know how at every single staff meeting there’s only ever one teacher fighting for you all and what you want. i can assure you that teacher isn’t me, but i believe you can all guess who i'm talking about.”
your heart does a back flip in your chest and you feel jittery but in that really fuzzy good way
like that super duper fuzzy and hazy good way
he’s really very sweet for saying all of this and you're now smiling like an idiot
one pupil takes a chance to make amends “we’re sorry mr ackerman.”
but before levi can give them a response you clap your hands together and walk in unannounced 
“apology accepted, now if you want to all be forgiven forever please return to class and answer the questions on the board!” directing them to the door with your hands you make sure they're conscious fo the fact you aren't mad at them
still, never have you seen them so eager to run off to analyze macbeth. you guess levi's deathly stare is the cause for it
holding back a laugh you clear your throat after the last student leaves
“thank you levi :-)”
it’s quiet for a second and you think to ask him about what has been gnawing at your mind
“you didn’t have to do that. you disagreed with me before so... why did you?”
“i say this at every meeting and you never listen but children need to be disciplined.” his unchangeable tone is unwelcoming
again it’s awkwardly silent and you sorta regret even coming over to see what was going on because now you and levi are just having an uncomfortable staring contest
then he scratches the back of his neck and heaves a heavy breath
“it may also be because i really fucking like you, but i look like an idiot saying that when we’ve been at each other's necks for two years.”
oh.
the sudden and brutally honest confession has the wind knocked out of you, you’re stunned
and then you get hit by it too. the realization hits you like rain hits umbrellas on stormy days. you like him too.
you like him for his witty sense of humour, his pure honesty and his hatred for mr wickham only serves as a bonus
yes, you have your differences. many of them. but you like him
he’s no longer a book hater and so by default you can fancy him. he goes against none of your guidelines essentially
you like him, he likes you back?’//’.;
[SCREAMS]
“well, what do you say? will you be this mr darcy's elizabeth bennet?” hearing the cheesy pickup line from him of all people has the butterflies in your stomach exploding in delight 
“you sound weird, where's the grumpy math teacher from before?" now you and him are simply shamelessly flirting but HEY!! you have no complaints at all
he scoffs at your sarcastic question
"do you want the equation for a two dimensional heart on a graph beca-"
"can i just kiss you?"
wOWIE are you being bold today y/n???
thankfully you don't have to wait for his answer. levi’s right hand pulls your face in and he slams his lips against yours. he gives your waist a squeeze and you hold him tighter by the neck in response. he has a way of somehow making it all feel gentle and relaxed in the same breath
and... you know what? maybe you should have recommended pride and prejudice to him earlier
but oh well.
what matters the most right now is that you're kissing your mr darcy!!
and he’s kissing his elizabeth bennet
:-)
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marsbutterfly · 3 years
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Hey there! I been really enjoying your written work. I was wondering if you could write a scenario about porco and his s/o 'getting it on ;) maybe a college AU? if not, just ignore it~
Covalent Bonding
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WARNING: NSFW
Summary: Porco is struggling to finish his organic chemistry lab report and comes to you for help. The lesson quickly goes off-topic.
Note: First of all thank you SO much for requesting this, we really hope you enjoy it. I wrote the intro and the outro. All of the smut was written by my amazing wife @tsukidrama ALSO the word count on this is around 5.3k so this is a long boi.
tsuki’s note: ok the porno i watched for research purposes while trying to conceptualize this fic started with the lines “wow, i hope no one comes along to fuck me in the ass and jerk my dick off” and then the girl walks in holding a strap on and says “oh hey, i just came here to fuck you in the ass and jerk your dick off.” i did this for you, anon. i accidentally pulled out all the stops for this, and i regret nothing. i had so much fun writing this, and i am now madly in love with Porco also?? everyone always writes him as such an edgy bitch or a headass dom and i’m sitting over here like....... but he is... a soft baby.... who cries during sex, falls in love, and gives kisses...... just sayin
Colab with @tsukidrama 💕
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“We’ll cover Chapter 23 on Monday.” The professor’s voice echoes through the silent classroom. “Please make sure to submit your lab reports by 11:59 PM on Saturday night. E-mail me if you have any questions.” 
Before you finish putting all of your belongings in your backpack, you share a look with Porco, who sits by your right side. He looks just as ready to leave this chemical filled room as you are. 
Once you stand up, you feel his hand on your shoulder. As you turn around, he smiles brightly at you.
“Have you done your lab report yet?” Porco asks for the fifth time that week. You let out a burst of laughter. Butterflies soar in your stomach as his cheeks blush lightly, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. 
“I did the intro and the outline,” you answer, tilting your head as you place a hand on your hips. “You want help with yours, don’t you?” 
He starts laughing and avoiding eye contact with you. 
“Well I was going to suggest that we could do it together.” He smiles at you once again, and the butterflies in your stomach now travel through all your body. “But I would accept your help, too.” Even though he tries to look tough, Porco has always been shy, especially when it comes to asking for a favor.
You simply nod at him before grabbing his hand, “Let’s go get to work then!” 
.
The setting sun spills into the large, windowed hallway, casting long shadows against the wall beside it. The two of you clatter down the stairs to the level below your classroom, where all the different labs are located. 
After peering through the dark window of a lab door labeled: ORGANIC CHEMISTRY, you punch in the security code that unlocks all of the orgo classrooms and labs (courtesy of your professor). The door unlocks with a small beep and the flash of a green light. Porco takes a few steps ahead of you, turning on the lights and checking to make sure nobody else has claimed the lab as a study space. 
You sit down at the lab table farthest from the door, and before you sit you take your laptop and notes out of your backpack. Porco thumps a textbook between the two of you as he sits in the chair beside you. He smiles gratefully at you, a gentle red blush still coloring his face. Once you’re settled down, you frown at him quietly. 
His face drops. “What wrong?” he asks, eyes filled with worry. You touch his hand and pull your chair closer to him, close enough for you to plant a kiss on his cheek.
“Much better!” you say, and Porco clutches his chest in relief.
“I thought you were mad at me!” he exclaims, “bitch.” he adds under his breath, but his voice is quiet and gentle, even more so than usual. He shoots you a playful look. The fluorescent lights of the lab makes his hair look blonder than it already is, and you reach up to tuck a strand back into place amongst its slicked-back brothers. You put your free hand on his neck and you notice goosebumps on his arms. A smile on your face, you speak again.
“Where would you like to start?” You look at him and notice he has his thinking expression on, consisting of his lips moving one side to the other and his eyes focused on the ceiling. A few seconds pass before he looks at you.
“Alkanes, alkenes, and alkynes” he says, squeezing your hand. “I still don’t know what the fucking difference is.” You look away, trying to hide your burning, red cheeks from him, but his words still bring a smile to your face. 
“Yeah, you better figure that shit out, huh?” you quip jestfully, and exaggerate your squeal as his hands shoot forward to tickle your stomach for your comment. 
.
An hour passes while you two focus on his report. You spent most of that time explaining to him the types of bonds that differentiate aliphatic compounds, and end up just writing the opening paragraph for him. When you flip the textbook to the page that displays a chart that shows differences between the different structures, you can see from the corner of your eye that he very much does not care about the positioning of hydrogens and carbons. He's been staring at you for the past three minutes. 
You bite your lower lip gently, though you’re already losing focus as he’s undressing you with his eyes. You take a deep breath and stop typing.
“This isn’t my lab report, you know,” you say, as shifting your body to fully face him. “You could at least grab your note-” But before you could finish your sentence, you feel his lips on yours. It takes you a moment to realize what’s happening but, once you do, you wrap your arms around his neck as he touches your thighs. 
“I’m sorry. I really do appreciate you helping me with this, but you look so beautiful tonight.” He says, flustered. He looks at you with stars in his eyes. You tilt your head to the left as you try to hide the smile creeping across your lips. You try to look away but you feel his cold fingers touching your chin, forcing you to look at him. 
“You’re ridiculous, Galliard,” you say before closing the space between the two of you once again. You can feel him smiling against your lips. He quickly changes the focus from your lips to your jawline, leaving a trail of wet, gentle kisses as he makes his way down. 
A quiet moan involuntarily leaves your throat when you feel his fingers against your skin, slipping underneath your shirt. Your left-hand travels from his neck to his head as you disrupt the perfectly swept-back coif of hair. The smell of his hair gel and cologne mixed with the scent of your own perfume excites you even more. 
Suddenly, he removes his lips from your skin. You let out an annoyed whine, and open your eyes to glare at him. 
“Is this ok?” he asks, touching your hand. Your annoyances melts into a gentle smile as you lift a hand to touch his face. He snuggles his cheek against your touch. 
“Yes, Porco,” you reply, “Of course.” 
He nods, the faintest glimpse of a smile visible across his lips before he moves in to kiss you once again. One arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer, his other hand quick to travel from your face to underneath your skirt. He plays with the waistband of your underwear, trying to slip his hands lower. You softly hold his hand in place.
“Wait,” you say, a mischievous smile creeping onto your face, “I have an idea.” Porco wordlessly tilts his head and looks at you, incredulous. He looks confused yet adorable. 
“I have something. From last time,” you continue, pulling away to dig in your backpack. You toss aside a notebook and a pencil case before you find the drawstring bag you’re looking for. You pull it out by the strings. 
“Ta-da!” you say, presenting him with the bag. His eyes go wide with realization. 
“Shit,” he says under his breath, “You’re serious, aren’t you?” 
You nod, accidentally smiling a little too brightly. 
Porco chuckles nervously, a dark blush spreading across his cheeks. “Here? In the lab?” he asks. 
You nod. “Here. In the lab.” 
He looks at you, then at the bag, and then at the door and the closed blinds covering the windows. His eyes come back to you, and again to the bag, then to finally lock with yours. His face is burning even redder now, but he nods. 
“Okay, let’s do it,” he agrees, “I trust you.” 
Excitement stirs deep in your gut. You pull open the bag and take out its contents to place them on the lab table. It thuds lightly against the table, bright pink textured silicone standing out against the dark wood. From its well-defined head to its base, the dildo sits about six inches long. A metal ring holds it in place against a black nylon harness, with another inch or so of silicon balls underneath. A small, half-empty bottle of lube clatters next to it along with a couple of brightly colored condoms you snagged from the free bowl in front of your RA’s door. 
Porco looks away, nervously scratching his neck as you pick up the harness. 
“Come on,” you tease, sticking your leg through the maze of straps and buckles, and then the other. You pull it all the way up, securing it at your hips underneath your skirt, which tents around the pink phallus betwixt your legs. “Now… do I need to tell you to bend over?” 
He shakes his head and shoots you an eager look, quickly unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper. His jeans hang loosely around his hips as he rests his forearms against the lab table, stretching out and arching his back, ass on display. 
You admire that shit for a moment before you press yourself against him from behind. You kiss his cheek, and softly brush your lips against the outer shell of his ear, relishing the shiver you feel travel down his spine. 
“Fuck, Y/N,” he whispers, grinding his ass into your hips. You giggle, bucking your hips into him playfully as you kiss his cheek once more. 
Your hands rest gently on his hips as you slip your fingers into the belt loops of his jeans. Once they’re hooked around your fingers, you gently pull them over his ass. He doesn’t even give you time to get it halfway down before he reaches down with one arm to pull down his boxers as well. The giggles come back to you as you help him free himself of clothing. 
“Don’t laugh,” Porco whines, covering his eyes with his hand, “it’s embarrassing.” 
“You’re just cute,” you assure him, “I’m not making fun.” The cap on the bottle of lube pops open with a snap, and you pour a generous amount of it on two of your fingers. You take a step closer to him, setting the lube down on the table as one of your arms snakes under his shirt to wrap around his chest. The other slides down his spine, over his tailbone to trace the curve of his ass. Porco’s breath hitches in his throat when your fingers reach their destination, softly prodding at the entrance. 
“Ready?” you ask, speaking softly in his ear. He nods vigorously, breathing hard. 
“Please,” he says. So you give him what he wants, and slowly push in your slicked fingers. 
Porco just gasps in response, his head dropping below his shoulders. He isn’t nearly as tense as he was the first few times you did this, and your fingers easily sink to the second knuckle. You gently move them in and out. With your other hand, you gently trace your thumb against the soft skin above his solid pectoral muscles. Gently, you plant a kiss on his shoulder. 
“Are you okay?” you ask, rubbing his chest. 
He turns his head towards you, his face flushed. “Totally fine,” he says breathlessly, and you feel him opening his legs wider to accommodate you. 
You press your cheek against his shoulder, shifting your weight to a more comfortable position. Porco tilts his head to look at you. He doesn’t say anything, just looks at you with wide eyes. You move your fingers inside of him, trying to find the angles he likes. You press against something you find promising, and he confirms it with a sharp intake of breath. 
You thrust deliberately and carefully, and once he starts to get more into it, you begin to scissor your fingers ever so slightly. Porco gasps, and gently rocks back against you. His eyes slip closed, his lip parted and his blush darkening in his cheeks and spreading down onto his neck. 
“Y-you can put another one in,” he mutters, so quietly that you can barely hear him. 
“Hmm?” 
Porco grunts in frustration. “You know exactly what I said, you asshole!” 
You can’t help but smile as you oblige his request. You slow your pace as you ease in the third finger, but the combination of lube and his enthusiasm makes it a short-lived adjustment. He grinds into your hand, and you tilt your fingers to again find that sweet spot inside that elicited the little gasps and moans he was trying so hard to muffle. You soon begin to move more freely, thrusting nearly all the way inside. Your fingertips twitch inside of him, and to your absolute delight, he lets out the sweetest and most delicate moan, though he tries to muffle it with his fingers. His shoulder blades jut into the air as he pulls his own hair, hips squirming. 
“Fuck,” he says into his hands, “fuck, you’ve got to give me more.” 
“What do you want, Galliard?” you ask, though you’re fairly confident that you know the answer. 
“Damn it, put it in!” he exclaims, still muffled. “Fuck me, Y/N...” 
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” you say in a tantalizing manner, smiling cheerfully as you reposition yourself behind him. You squirt a generous amount of lube into your strap on, careful to coat the length entirely. Your hands lay gently against his hips, lining yourself up with him before you use one hand to guide the head of the pink silicone dildo into place. 
“Okay,” you say, partly to ready yourself, and partly (mostly) to ready him. Porco whines in anticipation, and you don’t deny him. He spreads his legs just a little wider to lower himself, and you rise up on your toes to meet him. 
You push your hips forward slowly, making sure to listen for signs of discomfort. Porco moans, this one poorly muffled and loud. One of his hands slaps against the table for support. 
“Don’t stop,” he says, his breath hitching in his throat, “please, don’t stop.” 
No discomfort, then. You continue on. 
Your fingers tighten their grip against his hips, digging into them for leverage as you thrust your hips. Despite the fact that you aren’t quite as tall as he is, or you aren’t as practiced in your thrusts as he is when he fucks you, you like to think that you’re good at what you do - based on the low moans and intermittent gasps and whines, Porco certainly seems to be having a good time. After all, he let you fuck him again. And in the lab, at that. 
Porco shifts positions, and you notice one of his hands has disappeared in between his legs. You notice pressure building between your own, but ignore it in favor of grabbing the bottle of lube. The cap clicks open, and you pull your hips back just long enough to squirt a little bit onto the silicone dick before you push it back in. Another haphazard squirt into your own hand, and you reach around his body, nudging aside his hand to replace it with your own. 
“Some for you, and some for me,�� you say, snorting at your own joke. Porco just moans in response to your touch, biting his knuckles. 
Your hand wanders up from his hips, fingers wandering up to brace against the muscles on his back, through the shirt (but better than nothing). Still wandering, your fingers rake through his hair from the back, twisting the blonde locks hard enough to tug, but not painfully. Porco’s shoulders slump, his arms and head both flat against the table top. 
You let go of his hair, raking your nails down his back until you dig your fingers back into his hips. You pull out slightly, readjusting your foot stance for a better angle and shifting so that you can better reach around to stroke his cock. 
When you push back in with the new angle, Porco lets out another exclamation of pleasure, much louder this time than any of his previous vocalizations. Warmth pools between your thighs at the sound, but you can’t help but get a little bit nervous at the idea of actually being caught. 
“Shh,” you hiss. Between his (admittedly, wonderful) noises, the slapping of your thighs and the creak of the wooden lab table, you’re pretty sure that anyone who walked within 10 feet of the door would know exactly what was going on behind it. 
Porco mumbles something unintelligible, and he doesn’t make any attempt to clarify. You quicken your hips’ pace while your hand stays tight around his cock. You rub your thumb over the tip gently before stroking down the entire length. The lube is slippery, and it makes you work to keep your grasp - your grip tightens as it slides almost entirely out of your hand, and Proco loudly groans again at the increased pressure. 
“Shh,” you reiterate, more forcefully this time. 
Porco groans, lifting his head to look at you. “Oh… You shut the fuck up.” 
“Ooh, sassy. Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?” you chide, lightly smacking his ass with your free hand. 
“Do not talk about my mother right now,” he says, voice strained. 
“Mm,” you agree. Your hand cups around his ass before you allow your fingers to drift up the curve of his back. 
His cock twitches, and you again rub your thumb around it’s head before you go back to pumping along the shaft, twisting your hand the way that you know he likes. 
“Oh,” Porco whimpers. His cock pulses in your hand, and you stroke him hard and fast as you feel the rest of his body going rigid. “Oh fuck.” 
His back arches as he cries out, shuddering beneath you as his cock spills hot cum over your hand. You slow your hips’ pace and rub his back soothingly. You press your cheek against his back, the closest you can get to him. 
“I got you,” you say over and over again as he twitches below you. “I got you.” Another rope of cum drips down your hand. Where his arm overlaps yours, he holds you to his body tightly. You notice that he’s still shaking, so you continue to rub his back. 
After a few seconds of heavy breathing, you raise your hips and pull the dildo out slowly and carefully. 
You touch Porco’s back softly and hug his shoulders from behind. “You okay?” you ask softly. 
He nods, turning his head to face you. His face is flushed and sweaty, his normally impeccable hair skewed out of place in every direction. He looks at you with glazed-over eyes the size of the moon. You lean in to kiss him. 
Porco pushes himself up from the table to cup your face with his hands, kissing you back deeply, with passion. You smile as he kisses you. 
“What’s so funny?” 
You nuzzle the tips of your noses together. “I’m not laughing, I just love you.” 
He pulls you in for another kiss, and this time, you can feel him smiling too. 
The two of you stay like that for a moment - kissing, and of course, Porco’s hands (predictably) end up wandering underneath your shirt. As he explores the expanse of skin beneath, you become acutely aware of the way he’s pressing his leg between yours. Your breath hitches as he nudges the strap on harness up in a way that a strap brushes right up against your clit. His hand finds your breast, and circles your nipple with his thumb. 
“Again? Already?” you ask, bemused, but still very willing to be convinced. 
“It wouldn’t be fair,” he pouts, still thumbing over your nipple torturously, “You got to fuck me.” 
“Well, you’re the one who’s scared of getting caught!” you exclaim, and gasp at the sensation. 
He takes a moment to think, and his hand moves back down to your waist. “I would rather be caught fucking you than be caught with you fucking me.” 
You laugh while you shrug your shoulders, then loosen the straps from around your hips. The harness falls, but you catch it on one of your ankles and toss it on the table near your bag. The pink silicone dick points upwards, the shaft glistening with lube. 
“Okay,” you agree, slipping your underwear off and tossing it the same way next to the strap on. “You can fuck me.” 
Porco’s lips curl into a smirk you know all too well. You prop your elbows up on the lab table, sticking your ass out in the same position you fucked him in. 
“No, no. Turn around,” he tells you, “I want to see your face.” 
Your fingers lightly cover your mouth in embarrassment. “Awww, Porco. You love me…” you tease. 
He blushes and looks off to the side. “Shut up. Of course I love you.” 
“I love you too,” you remind him soothingly, stepping into his grasp. His arms snake around your waist, and you rise up on your toes to kiss him. It doesn’t take long before his hands wander to slip underneath your already hiked-up skirt. 
You flatten your hand against his chest, and as his fingers brush against the apex of your thighs, your fingers curl, and take a fistful of his shirt with them as you gasp. He kisses your cheek, and makes his way down the side of your neck. You squirm against him, slapping your hand against the table blindly until your fingers feel that familiar crinkle of a condom wrapper, and you pull away from him with a huff, and then yank his shirt. 
The two of you stumble backwards into the counters at the back of the classroom, with you guiding him. You spin him around so that his ass is backed up against the counter. 
“Get up,” you say, releasing your hold on him and gesturing. 
Porco laughs as he looks behind himself, then uses his arms to boost himself up to sit on the countertop. He slides a box of microscope slides closer to the scope they were meant for. 
“We would be so fucked if we broke those,” he says. 
You look at him hungrily as you tear into the serrated plastic edge of the condom wrapper. “You’re gonna get so fucked anyway.” 
He smiles before lunging to grab you beneath the arms, tugging you up on the counter with him.  You laugh and kick your legs as you scramble to balance yourself on the smooth linoleum.
“Technically, you already did fuck me.”
“Yeah, and now I’m gonna fuck you again.”
Both of you burst into laughter as you straddle his lap. You throw the condom wrapper off to the side, and focus on rolling the condom itself down Porco’s cock. Once your hand reaches its base, you lift your hips to position yourself above it, but Porco’s hand touches your wrist to stop you before you have the chance to lower yourself down. 
You look up at him expectantly, only to be pulled into another kiss. Immediately, you forget what you were doing as you feel yourself being wrapped up in his arms, his smell, his lips. His hands wander up your body, flattening against your stomach and cupping your breasts. You shudder as his thumb circles around your nipple again, and you instinctively grind your hips into his. When Porco finally breaks the kiss, he reaches between you to line himself up. 
Some kind of noise rushes out of your throat when he finally guides your hips down, and you finally get the gut-punch you had been aching for as you let your knees slide apart further to take him in. Thighs trembling, you brace yourself against his shoulders for support until you can’t go any further. He guides your hips back up again, and then again until you find the strength to move on your own. 
Once you’ve established a rhythm, Porco kisses you again, sloppily this time. You grind your hips down, and he groans into you. 
“Mmphh,” he mumbles into your lips, “you’re so fucking sexy.” 
As you bounce up and down, you swivel your hips in tight circles. Porco keeps one hand on your waist and lifts the other to grasp your breast, twisting the nipple just enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. 
“Tell me more about it,” you tell him, voice cracking. You double down on your efforts, bouncing faster and now squeezing down around his cock. 
Porco digs his fingers into your skin, and bucks his hips up to meet yours. “You feel so good. If I hadn’t — fuck,” he chokes as you bounce down particularly hard, “—if I hadn’t just come, you’d already have me in pieces.” 
Another bounce and purposeful grind of your hips and his head drops forward with a whimper. You smirk, though you know he can tell you’re coming unraveled, too. 
“I can get you there again.” 
Now that he’s worked up again, that beautiful flush has come back to stain his cheeks. You feel yourself losing purchase as you move against each other, but you don’t care. 
“You sure as shit will if you keep going like that.” Porco gasps, thrusting up into you hard, and you couldn’t control the noise that comes out of your throat if you tried. 
The both of you are breathing heavily, moving against each other with an increasing desperation as you both get closer to finishing. Porco’s hands are back at your waist, gripping so hard that you fear it may bruise, but this only encourages you. Your arms snake around his neck, and you cling to him as you press your forehead to his. Your fingers rake up into his hair, pulling gently and further knocking it out of place as you wrap your fingers in the long strands on top. 
You whimper as you feel the pressure inside of you building, every stroke inside you stirring up more and more inside of you. Your body moves on its own against him as you feel yourself reaching the edge. Everything from the sweat sticking against your skin, to the way he pulls your body into his like you’re all he needs, excites you. You love the way you’re completely wrapped up in him, with his touch against your skin and his smell in your nose and his cock bottomed out in you, pulls you over the edge. 
He kisses you as you come, muffling the moan that rips itself from your throat. He wraps his arms around you tight, though he doesn’t slow his pace. You do your best to keep your legs open for him as your orgasm hits you. You crumple into him, toes curling as he thrusts up hard into your oversensitive core. 
Within seconds, Porco buries his head into the crook of your neck, letting out a choked groan. His cock twitches inside of you as he comes for the second time that evening. You stroke his hair, gently kissing his temples as he finishes. His arms tighten around you, and you rest your head atop his. 
You stay like this for a minute or two, enjoying each other’s presence as you wait for your legs to stop shaking. Once strength returns to your body, you reluctantly move your hands onto his chest for support as you push yourself up, shifting your right leg to the other side of the counter, you feel his dick leaving the warmth of your body as both of you let out one final moan. 
As your feet hit the floor, you watch Porco quietly struggling to get the condom off and a gentle giggle escapes you. 
He meets your eyes and you see his blush darken. 
“The lube is making this harder than it should be.” He says quietly. You bite your lip, holding in a laugh. Hopping off of the counter, you walk towards your backpack and look around the inside for a few seconds before finding a small towel.
“Porco.” You call his name before throwing the cloth in his direction. A smile never leaves his lips as he grabs it midair.
“You really came prepared, didn’t you?” He says. You simply shrug your shoulders before flashing him a smile of your own.
“Of course, you never know when you’ll get to peg the boy you’re desperately in love with.” You say as you focus on fixing your own clothes.
He stays quiet for a few seconds before murmuring something underneath his breath. “Huh?” is all you say, trying to get Porco to repeat himself. 
“You’ve never said you were desperately in love with me before,” he says as he wraps the (finally) removed condom in a piece of paper he took from his own notebook, “or that you were in love with me.” 
You feel your cheeks burn as you look away, trying to avoid his gaze. “I thought it was obvious. We say ‘I love you’ all the time.” 
Once his pants are back on, he quietly walks towards you before reaching for your hand. His cold fingers are soft and gentle as he pulls you in for a hug.
“I don’t know, it feels different for some reason,” he says softly. 
You nuzzle your face against the side of his neck while wrapping your hands around his back. A sense of calm washes over you. 
“But I’m in love with you too,” he whispers, and twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. You lift your head to press your lips to his. He kisses you like you’re the only two people in the world, and his smile against your lips makes your heart skip a beat. 
After a few seconds, he pulls away and looks around the lab. On the counter, can see the perfect print of his ass cheeks in lube. He shakes his head and reaches for the towel yet again.
“We better clean this place up a bit,” he observes, and you nod in agreement. 
While Porco focuses on making sure there is no lube (or cum) left on any surfaces, you put the dildo back in its bag, along with your study materials. 
It takes a few minutes, but soon enough the room looks exactly like you found it. All you need to do is put Porco’s laptop away when suddenly you two are reminded of the reason you went into the lab in the first place.
“Shit, my report!” He says as he covers his mouth with his hand. You slap your face, and just one look at him tells you that your work isn’t over yet tonight. 
“Let’s go to the library so that we won’t get distracted again.” you tell him, “and we’re going in a communal area because if we get a study room we’re gonna end up fucking again.” You grab your backpack and walk towards the door, the blonde-haired boy following closely behind, carrying his laptop in one of his hands.
“Aww, would that be so bad?” Porco teases. 
“It would be bad for your chem grade.”
Neither of you say anything as you descend the final flight of stairs, but as you are about to leave the building, you feel him lacing his fingers with yours. A blush creeps over your cheeks as you walk right next to him, making sure that, not even for a second, your hands will drift apart. 
Porco has been here for you ever since you enrolled in college, rooting for you and taking care of you. In your head, you make a promise to yourself to never let him go. Not only because he’s the perfect man for you, but also because there’s nothing you love more than the expression on his face while you fuck him in the ass. 
One more look at him, and you turn ahead to face the lights of the street ahead of you, getting lost in your thoughts as you walk towards the library. 
You appreciate all the time you spend with him and deep down, you pray that this lab report will take even longer than you think it will, all so you can stay close to him for as long as you can.
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If your’re still open for requests, could you do a headcanon for Letty Ortiz?🥰
Yes I can :) Since you weren’t specific, I assume you mean the typical SFW/NSFW headcanons! I’m so glad someone finally requested for Letty because she’s one of my favorite Fast and Furious characters and I’m a fan of Michelle Rodriguez in general :) I hope you enjoy these and I’m sorry they took so long!
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~~SFW~~
1. Letty isn't your typical woman and can't be wooed through typical means. She isn't one for flowers and chocolates so you'll have to use unconventional methods to get her attention. Letty is bisexual so gender isn't an issue for her. She can be difficult to approach because of her resting bitch face and moodiness but she's harmless once you establish yourself as a non-threat.
2. If you know your way around cars, you'll already have Letty's attention regardless of whether you can race or not. If you can race, then she's all yours! If you don't have the courage to approach Letty, she'll most likely ask you out first. She doesn't like to beat around the bush and if she wants you, she's gonna make a move.
3. Letty is down to earth and can spot bullshit from a mile away so don't even bother trying to impress her by being flashy or being something you're not. Letty will humor you for a while for shits and giggles but when/if things get serious, she's gonna call you out on your BS with no filter.
4. With that being said, you're gonna need some thick skin to be with Letty. While she won't go out of her way to be an asshole, she's brutally honest and pulls no punches. She loves and respects herself and demands the same from you while giving it to you in return. If you carry yourself in the same way, Letty will love you even more!
5. If you lack self-confidence, self-esteem, or anything else related to that, Letty's your gal to help you with those issues! She'll uplift you and give you the guidance you need to move forward with your life. But Letty won't coddle you and if you need the help of a professional as well, then she will be the first to tell you.
6. Even in her older years, Letty still has a wild streak and isn't afraid to have a little fun so if you like having an adventure with some adrenaline, she's always down for it! She loves spontaneity and if you suggest something random out of the blue, she'll be happier than a pig in slop!
7. Letty's biggest character trait is loyalty. She is "Ride or Die" personified. No matter what happens between you two and no matter what issues you may have, Letty will always be by your side and she won't ever betray you or hurt you. Even if you two break up (assuming it's amicable), she wants to remain in your life and will still be there for you. It takes a lot for Letty to give up on someone and if she lets you go, then you've fucked up immensely and good luck getting back into her heart after the fact.
8. The main obstacle in being with Letty is that she can be too critical and harsh. Even if you have thick skin, it'll wear on you eventually. Sometimes Letty just keeps it too real. If you have an issue with it, just tell her and Letty will apologize and try to be more uplifting. She doesn't mean to hurt you and just wants you to be best version of yourself that you can be.
9. Another obstacle with Letty is jealousy and possessiveness but she gets better at this in her older years. It's not that she doesn't trust you. She doesn't trust other people and she'll be damned if she loses you to someone else. In Letty's mind, you'll never truly be hers and while this mindset definitely has its benefits, it can also have its drawbacks as well. If you're feeling smothered, just speak up and Letty will listen and back off....for the time being.
10. Letty is pretty affectionate and handsy both in public and in private especially when she's feeling possessive of you. Expect a few kisses and a hand on your ass or her arm around your waist while in public and a full-blown make-out session when in private which will end up leading to other activities.
~~NSFW~~
1. Letty is highly selective when it comes to dating and she's even more selective when it comes to sex. She doesn't want to waste her time dealing with shitty people and she needs to know if you're a keeper or not. So it's safe to say that Letty won't be sleeping with you until she knows she has you on lock.
2. Is it worth the wait? Hell yes! Letty is very passionate in bed and to her, there are very few things more pleasurable than making love with her significant other. She's a switch which makes her more flexible when it comes to sexual preferences. Letty's down for whatever!
3. Letty likes it rough and she likes it hard. Spank her, pull her hair, bite her, talk dirty to her, the works! Her safe word is "Mazda" and if you have any boundaries or things you don't like, Letty will respect that and treat you like the king/queen you are!
4. If you want Letty to be slow and sensual, she'll have a hard time getting adjusted to that because she's never done it before. But once she does get used to it, Letty will be so tender that your orgasms will bring you to tears! The only time Letty will be slow and sensual is during aftercare.
5. Location and atmosphere is important to Letty. She won't just have sex with you whereever and whenever. There has to be some build-up to it and the location has to be just right and private. Letty isn't one for having sex in public and will shoot you down if you initiate it. You wanna fuck her? Wait until you two get a room!
6. Letty's favorite position is doggystyle without a doubt! She also likes any variation of cowgirl and the lotus. If you're a woman, Letty prefers fingers and tongue because it feels better but that doesn't mean she opposes sex toys! Strap-ons and dildos will be your best friends in bed with her! Also she's a size queen so expect some stretching to happen.
7. If you wanna get Letty riled up and make her extra horny, call her "Mami" or "Mistress". Whether it's in bed or out of it, her brain will turn to mush and if you thought she was rough before, oh boy! You don't know the half of it!
8. You'll have the same effect if you speak Spanish to Letty. Not in general but if you whisper something dirty in Spanish in her ear for example, Letty will passionately kiss you right then and there and if you're in private, you're getting fucked. No questions asked.
9. If you have any insecurities about your body or performance, don't be afraid to tell Letty. She has a praise kink and if you need reassuring, she'll praise you all the way to a holy orgasm! If you praise her in return, Letty will bask in it and act like a little shithead so don't stroke her ego too much!
10. Letty doesn't like humiliation at all. If you try that on her, she'll be giving you a death glare like never before and you'll be lucky if she even fucks you again! The most she'll do is verbal humilation and she'll also do it to you if you wish. It kinda goes hand-in-hand with her love for rough sex.
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As Far As Friends Go
Chapter 16 (Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11; Chapter 12; Chapter 13; Chapter 14; Chapter 15)
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Nixon - July - September 1944 All thought left Nixon’s mind as he stared down into Emily’s red-rimmed gray eyes. He wanted to say more, but the words were stuck in his throat. Who the hell was he to tell her anything? He was married. He was a bad husband, a selfish lover, a drunk - he had no business giving her advice.
“Just trust me,” he whispered. Emily’s frown deepened as she searched his face. But Nixon would reveal nothing. The only thing he was certain about in that moment was that he didn’t want to see Emily get hurt; not by Harry, not by him, not by anyone. “Emily, I’m sorry I accused you of not taking your job seriously. You are one of the best people on my staff.”

“Really?” Emily’s voice was meek. 
“If not the best. You’re invaluable. I’m sorry that I haven’t given you the acknowledgment you deserve. I’m sorry you don’t get the respect you deserve.” Emily swallowed. Nixon’s heart broke into a thousand pieces when her chin quivered. “I’m sorry I got so emotional,” she said in a hushed voice. “Don’t apologize.” Nixon wanted to move forward to touch her, to hold her, but something in him wouldn’t allow it. She probably didn’t want that from him anyway. His words could only heal so much in a night. 
“Please,” something caught in Nixon’s throat, “please just don’t say anything to Harry. I don’t want to see you get heartbroken.” Emily bit her lip. It took all of his patience to remain quiet as he waited for her to respond. She roamed his face with her eyes. It was as if she was looking right through him, right into the very core of him. Nixon’s stomach jumped at her shameless gaze. “Fine,” she finally said. Fine, he would have to accept that. Inside, he begged her to say more. He begged her to stay standing there so he could just look at her a moment longer. But she turned to the street, the city’s shadows rippling off the folds of her dress, the angle of her jaw and curve of her eyelashes. She stretched a hand into the night sky and a black cab appeared, its golden headlights flashing. Emily turned back to look at him before stepping through the open car door, “see you in Aldbourne, Nix.” 
Nixon only managed to raise a hand goodbye and then she was gone, slipping off into the night. Nixon kicked himself. Why did he make the same mistake over and over again? He always went too far. He was mean. Why? Why did he lose his cool around her? Day after day he had officers, soldiers, and Tommy’s saying stupid shit to him and he still managed to hold his tongue. But the simplest conversation with Emily would spiral out of his control. Nixon returned to Aldbourne in the morning. He was relieved to be back. He needed a purpose and he enjoyed the work that occupied him. Green replacements were showing up every day to take the place of men Nixon had worked alongside for two years. All of the new faces suddenly made the quaint refuge of Aldbourne feel foreign. The new soldiers hadn’t had half the training the Toccoa men had, nor the rigor that Easy Company experienced under Sobel. Winters and the other officers had their work cut out for them getting the replacements up to standard. Nixon had other things to worry about. The 101st was on standby; jumps were scheduled and canceled as Patton’s army infiltrated the continent. The men were restless. Having faced the reality of war in Normandy, the men were living carpe diem. They went out drinking, fighting, and playing every chance they got. John Martin and Bill Guarnere even got themselves some tattoos. In the evenings, Nixon found himself in his lover’s bed, and during the days he was watching Emily. As far as Nixon knew, Emily hadn’t said anything to Harry regarding her feelings. But Nixon didn’t miss the forlorn looks she gave him. Nixon grit his teeth each time he saw her mooning over Harry’s turned back. That night in London Nixon realized that he cared deeply for Emily in a way that could never be realized. He was married. He was a rogue. She deserved so much more than being a mistress- stop. He had to stop himself there. He couldn’t afford to even entertain the idea. Let her pine for Harry. It was only a crush, a crush and nothing more. It wasn’t hurting anyone; at least no one but him. The reality was, Emily was young. She was beautiful and clever. One day she would meet someone and it would be more than just a crush. Their fight in London had sobered Nixon up. Not literally, but it made him check his own behavior. He didn’t want to fight with her again. He never wanted to make her cry again. If all they could be was friends and colleagues, he wanted to be the best friend and colleague she had. Once they returned to the continent their time together would be even more limited. Nixon was determined to make the most of it. That summer in Aldbourne they worked together more symbiotically than ever before. Nixon’s conscious patience combined with Emily’s keen intuition made their workdays go smoothly. This was beneficial for the American intelligence’s reputation in front of the Brits. The next drop onto the continent would take place in Holland. Operation Market Garden was the brainchild of British intelligence. Nixon didn’t want to sound like a snob so he wouldn’t admit that he was wary of their plan. But orders were orders so Nixon surrendered control. Though Operation Market garden was the strategic genius of the British, Nixon and his staff did a lot of the grunt work. Emily helped to identify drop zones and coordinated routes for the paratroopers to meet up with the British armory. It was a lot of work in a region Emily had never seen, nor would likely ever see. The plan was to drop into Holland near Eindhoven. This meant another troopship for Emily and overground travel through the seized territory. If everything went as it should, Emily would link up with Battalion headquarters just across the border in Germany. That was if everything was executed as the allies hoped. Summer wound down and the first chills of winter came with the falling leaves of September. Back in their old digs, Nixon sipped on a whiskey-laced cup of coffee. “Why are you being so nice to me lately?” Emily was working at her desk, using a ruler to draw a grid on a black and white map. “What do you mean? I’m always nice.” Emily lifted her pen from the map she was looking at to give him a look. “What? You want me to be mean?”


“No, of course not,” she turned back to her paper, “but it’s weird.”


“Why is it weird?”


“I’m just not used to you like this.” “Like what?” “You have two versions.” Emily said, “smart Nix and grumpy Nix.” “Nice to hear you think I’m smart,” Nixon perched on the edge of his desk to watch her work. “Smart as in smart-ass,” she elaborated. “Well, that’s not very nice.” “I’m not the one being accused of being nice.” “Accused? You make nice sound like such a bad thing.” Emily giggled, “I do not! I’m just saying you’re out of character.” “Maybe war has changed me.” “I’m so glad you’re never dramatic.” Nixon raised his eyebrows over a sip of coffee, “If I’m dramatic it’s from spending time with you.” Emily stuck her tongue out at him. Nixon was about to retort when Lt. Colonel Strayer appeared in in the doorway, “Captain Nixon,” “Right,” Nixon sat his coffee down on his desk and followed Strayer out the door. Nixon shared a jeep with Strayer as far as the hanger outside Aldbourne. Winters stood in front of the Easy Company men assembled beneath a large map of Holland. Nixon took his place on Winters’ left and the lieutenants and sergeants fell in by rank behind him. Nixon noticed Emily’s handiwork on the stenciled letters above the hand-colored map. “This is called Operation Market Garden,” Winters presented, “in terms of Airborne Divisions involved, we’re dropping deep into occupied Holland.” Nixon scanned the faces of the men assembled before them. Without knowing the individuals, he could tell who had been in Normandy and who hadn’t; it was the difference of acceptance and anxiety. All of their serious faces hung on Winters’ every word, soaking up every detail of what was to come. As Winters finished his presentation some of the veteran’s expressions changed to ones of confusion. Nixon stepped forward, “the entire European advance has been put on hold to allocate resources for this operation. It’s Montgomery’s personal plan and we’ll be under British command.” Once Nixon finished the men filed out to prepare to jump the next day. “Old men and children?” Winters said over Nixon's shoulder.
Nixon looked over at his friend, “that’s what they’re telling us.” “And how reliable do you think the intelligence is?” Winters asked as they walked out of the hanger. Nixon rolled his jaw, “what can I say? It’s coming from the top.”

“It’s hard to believe this will end the war.”

“All we can do is hope for the best. Home by Christmas,” Nixon said. “Home by Christmas,” Winters repeated as if it were a mantra. That night Nixon couldn’t sleep though he needed to. They would be leaving for the airfield at first light. After an hour or so of staring at his ceiling, Nixon pulled on his boots, grabbed his flask, and walked downstairs. He didn’t know what he was seeking but he had to get out of his room. Nixon took a sip from his flask as he stepped into the hall. It seemed to stretch on forever in the darkness. He didn’t bother to screw the cap on his flask. He made his way down the carpeted steps drinking along the way. Nixon didn’t know where he was going as he wandered through the winding halls of the manor. It wasn’t until he was in front of her door that he realized he had walked to Emily’s room. He raised his hand to knock when the door swung open. “Oh!” Emily yelped in surprise then quickly pressed a hand over her mouth, “Lew, you startled me.”
“Uh, sorry,” Nixon said. Emily’s expression quickly morphed into concern, “is everything okay?” Nixon smoothed his hair down, realizing it was probably mussed from laying in bed. “oh yeah, I just was walking by and noticed your light on. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” “Oh,” Emily smiled suspiciously, “okay, well I’m going downstairs for some tea, you want to come?” Nixon hesitated, considering her offer, “uhh, no, that’s okay. Thanks.” “Okay, you sure?” Emily’s eyes flicked down at the flask in his hand. Nixon tightened his grip on it suddenly self conscious. “Yeah, gonna head to bed.” “Okay, well hey, if I don’t see you before,” she paused, not wanting to verbalize the goodbye. “I’ll see you over there,” Nixon nodded confidently at her. Unexpectedly, she reached out and took his empty hand. Nixon looked down at her grip and back up into her sweet face. She squeezed his hand, “I’ll see you over there, Lew.” It took all of his willpower to turn away from her. He walked slowly back down the dark hallway listening to her light steps fall away down the steps behind him.
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zillyeh · 3 years
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Something in the Eyes
Word count: 1399
Content warning: The teeniest implication of drugs at the end, if I overlooked smth lmk
Synopsis: Genny and Zippie have a fun conversation outside the Jackknife :)
Docs Version
   It wasn't surprising that a paranoid hemoanon didn't care for a rainbowdrinker. Gengun understood. It wasn’t as if he were helping their cold friendship along any by flirting with her girlfriend. Presumed girlfriend? Zipper had some stake in Bess, but the two were both still cagey about it.
   Either way. Genny was unbothered by Zippie’s… borderline hostility for the most part. Sure she was crazy, but not to an extent that Gen felt in danger from her. 
   "Felzee!" 
   He still shrunk back when he heard her bark his name. Perhaps because he'd never introduced himself with his last name, but that was besides the point.
   Gen hardened his expression a bit, taking his hand off his bike handle. This was one of the Jackknife's lazier nights. Gen wouldn't have come otherwise. He figured it was time for him to mosey on out when it started emptying for real. Apparently Zipper figured it was prime time to… come corner him outside? Gee he sure hoped not.
   "What's up, Undertaker?" He asked coolly, fishing in his pocket for his lighter. Zipper was… harsh. Even in the low light. Angles where there wasn't muscle, uncomfortably hornless and scarred where they once were. It was hard to not be unsettled by her. 
   "I got a bone to pick with you." Zippie said. Gen sighed around the cigarette in his mouth.
   “I'm not into fighting you.” He said, attempting to sound less bothered than the prospect of that made him feel. “Wanna light?"
   "Yes but no." Her zipper mask was mercifully undone enough for her not to be muffled. "I'm not here to kick your ass for making eyes at my bartender. It's more a question bone."
   "Right... Question bone." Gen ran his fingers through his hair and glanced at his bike. Was running worth it? Maybe, but… it was rare he got to actually speak to her. Uh. At least on more… neutral terms. This would be fine. Right? As long as you know who didn't rear their ugly head.
   "Uh, go on, I guess. No promises, I got an answer."
   "I think you do." She said, crossing her muscular arms over her chest. Gen eyed her tattoos in the darkness as she spoke. "You know what I got going on under the skin?"
   "What?" Gen was half caught off guard by the wording of the question, half lost in the eyes of the skull on her bicep. Zipper batted her grey disguised eyes impatiently. Oh. Oh! 
   "Oh, uh, no. I'm uh. Don't really have the nose for caste. I mostly gotta go by temperature." Was he… in trouble here? The Undertaker's expressions were inscrutable on a good night, but in the low light outside her club she might as well not have a face.
   Her hard eyes took in Gengun suspiciously. Those contacts of hers caught just enough light to see them clearly. They were, in Gengun's opinion, the most terrifying part of her. Exhausted, heavy lidded, injured in some permanent way around the sclera. Her long lashes were nowhere near enough to soften her sharp gaze. It was enough to make Gengun debate hopping on his motorcycle again.
   "...Alright." Zipper said finally. Gengun blew out a nervous cloud of smoke.
   "Uh, sorry if that's been bugging you. I didn't really think about it 'til recently." He said, whatever façade of strength he'd wanted to put up against her gone.
   "It's fine." She said, arms still crossed over her chest. "...Is that cigarette offer still open?"
   Gen nodded fumbling in his deep pockets again for his box. A chill on this unseasonably warm spring evening shot up his spine as his fingers closed around his lighter again. 
   Hee hee.
   "Oh goddammit." Gen said under his breath. He glanced back to Zipper, then once again to see her… frozen? There was something else in her eyes now. Fixed on something behind him, wider than Gen had ever seen them and… Afraid? No, not quite. More like… Bracing for impact.
   "Hi ladies." Sulphur's rasp of voices said over Gengun's shoulder. Their near corporeal fingers dug into his shoulder.
   "Oh fuck off you." Gen grumbled. He was hoping that tonight would have been warm enough to deter them until he got home. Oh when would lady luck stop being so annoyed with him?
   "You see that too?" Zipper asked, a waver to her voice that made Gen more uncomfortable than when she was pissed off.
   "Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. That's my uh… Parasite."
   "Bitch." 
   “Cunt.”
   Sulphur made a choking noise that could have been a scoff. Zippie relaxed slightly.  Gengun groaned and waved his lighter at the shadow, Sulphur disappearing where the flame light touched it. They still didn't fully disappear, though. Genny's frustration seemed to amuse them. 
   "I'm busy. Go catch fire."
   "So mean to usss." That cloud of darkness hissed childishly, avoiding a swipe of Gen's lit cigarette. They giggled and put themself between him and Zippie.
   "WE think you should introduce us to your friend." They said. Their glowing yellow eye spots traveled across their 'torso' to look at Zipper.
   "I don't want an introduction." Zippie said, something steely in her eyes now. That waver in her voice was gone for the most part.
   "You're rude too." Sulphur huffed.
   "Damn right I am. Felzee. Can you-"
   "If I could they wouldn't be here." Gen pinched the bridge of his nose. "Best thing I can do is scoot, left my good matches at home." Zipper hummed thoughtfully and looked at her hands.
   "Thinking about caressing my face, masky?" Sulphur teased, the amorphous black blob sprouting hands again. "I don't think you can.~ Sad. You're handsome." 
   Gen grimaced, but through Sulphur he could see Zippie spark.
   "Uh huh." She said, her eyes a brilliant glowing crimson. "We can test that, yeah?"
   Before Gen could really process what was happening in front of him, Zippie grabbed Sulphur’s arm. Physically. As if they were made of flesh.
   "How-"
   "How-"
   "Lookie ookie at that, huh?" Zippie sounded unsurprised. Gen backed away a few steps. "Let's see…" 
   Whatever Zipper had coursing through her veins was dangerous. Her whole arm sparked red, from her shoulders to her fingertips. Sulphur howled an awful noise as her electricity not just disappeared them, but seemingly shattered them. They ripped to pieces in a flash, and just as quick as they came they were gone.
   "Holy shit." Gen breathed. Zippie shook out her wrist, those raised metal bumps in her skin shining in the light.
   "Uh, can you teach me how to do that?" He asked, maybe half serious. He was sure that wouldn’t be permanent. Nothing with Sulphur was. She laughed, some bitterness to the raspy sound.
   "Trust me, you don't wanna know where that comes from."
   "Right. You seem… kind of unphased. By that." Gens eyes were still fixed on that spot Sulphur had disappeared from. Undertaker indeed.
   "Easier deal with than mine." Zippie shrugged. 
   "Yours?" Gen tilted his head slightly. Zippie chewed her lip and looked back to her club. Light poured out the front door as the last couple stragglers were encouraged out onto the sidewalk. The unmistakable figure of Bessba waved at the two of them- or maybe just Zippie.
   "Nevermind." She sighed, giving her probably girlfriend a wave back. "Forget the smoke too. I'll get in trouble." She eyed Gen appraisingly before putting one of her hands at about eye level.
   "You want some juice before you go?" She asked, sparking green this time. Was she really going to ask him that after what Genny had just witnessed? Sure he had an idea of what that other one did, but… 
   "Pass." Gen said, eying her hand warily. That would be an experiment for another time.
   "Suit yourself." Zippie shrugged. She patted his arm in the way an uncomfortable paternal figure might a child. "Good talk."
   "I'll, uh, catch you later, Undertaker.” Gen said with a wave. Zipper snorted as she turned to return to her club.
   “Watch out for yourself Felzee.” She said. After a few steps she turned on her heel to walk backwards- a dangerous act in those boots of hers. “Also if I don’t see you in my church its Zippie.”
   “Uh, yes... sir.”
   Zippie barked out a laugh that actually sounded amused. With that she left Gengun on the sidewalk. This time blissfully, actually alone for the first time in what felt like ages.
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scullydubois · 3 years
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Only the Light Ch. 11
11/? | AU where Melissa moves in with Scully after Scully’s abduction | angst, msr slow-burn, occasional fluff | currently: Irresistible adjacent | T | 3k | previous chapters | read on ao3 | tagging: @today-in-fic
Emotions run high as Mulder and Scully are reunited after Aubrey and an accidental 'I love you.' Then, Scully gets her blood test results back.
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Tapping her foot out of sheer impatience, Scully waits in front of the elevator in the Hoover building’s lobby. She glances at her watch; it’s 9:26am--earlier than she agreed to meet Mulder--and yet she couldn’t keep herself away any longer. She’s among a crowd of other agents, either bored with their jobs or killing themselves for it, and she’d bet her life savings that she’s the only one going down. 
The elevator dings, the up arrow illuminating to indicate its direction. Scully steps backward to let the other loiters slip in. She is left alone. As expected, the basement is not in high demand. Every day she starts off by waiting for the elevator, hoping that maybe it will be her lucky day and that down arrow will light up right away. And every day, she finds herself headed for the stairs like a dejected puppy. 
The heavy door of the stairwell clicks shut behind her as she descends into the building’s darkened depths. She traverses the stairs like she is back at the Academy running drills, trying to prove herself. It’s only one story, nothing much, and she takes it in eight seconds--she counted in her head. 
Her heart rate just a bit elevated and her hair just a bit displaced, she pushes out into the ever-familiar basement hallway. Halfway open, the door collides with something solid and whiplashes her backward.
“Shit!” The exclamation comes from the other side of the door. Scully flicks a stand of hair out of her face and tries again, this time with caution. She peeks around the door, and there he is. She’d believe he was a figment of her imagination if the door hadn’t just proved otherwise. She slips into the hallway, lets the door shut behind her. 
“Mulder,” she practically laughs, “are you okay?”
He kneads his right shoulder. “They’ve got to put a speed limit in there,” he groans. 
“May I suggest not standing right in front of the door?” she muses. 
“Well, considering we’re the only two who ever come down here, I figured I’d take my chances.” He bends to scoop up his key, his injury evidently not so serious after all. He jams it into the lock while Scully interrogates him. 
“How did you get down here?”
“Teleported.” He twists the key, and the lock surrenders.
“I was waiting for the elevator not sixty seconds ago. I didn’t see you head to the stairwell.”
They jaunt into the office, or as they have taken to calling it, their dominion. 
“I didn’t take the stairs,” Mulder tells her. “I took the elevator.”
Scully turns and looks through the doorway as if some fairy godmother will appear to explain it all. “What do you mean? I was waiting for the elevator. It went up. You didn’t get on it.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, Scully. I walked up, hit the down arrow, and the doors opened within five seconds.”
“But I-I took the stairs in eight seconds,” her voice high with frustration. “It’s impossible for the elevator to have beat me.”
“You have other redeeming qualities, I assure you.”
“Oh, really?” Scully coos. “Like what?” The more time apart, the more willing they are to walk the line when they see each other. Especially in the wake of accidental I love you’s. 
Mulder props himself against the desk. “We’d be here all day if I dove into it. Rest assured that a conveyor belt built in the 60s has nothing on you.”
A feeling Scully can’t quite identify bubbles in her chest. She smiles, looks away. “I bet you say that to all the girls,” she teases.
“Yup.” He tosses his keys in the air and catches them as they fall back to earth. “I don’t have much success with it...what am I doing wrong?”
Laughter flutters out of Scully, the butterflies in her stomach taking flight. It is a wonderful sound, a more certain version of the girlish giggles Mulder heard through the phone--the ones that followed him into his dreams. His eyes meet hers. They are the color of caramel this morning, she notices, sweet, sweet caramel. 
“You know it’s an hour earlier than we agreed to meet, right?” She raises an eyebrow in his direction. Mulder being willingly early is about as unlikely as catching Bigfoot. 
“I caught an earlier flight. I was going to surprise you, but you see how that worked out.”
“I don’t take kindly to surprises, Mulder,” she drawls, her pupils dilating as she looks up at him. 
“Yeah well, neither does my shoulder.” He rubs it dramatically, then squares himself up in front of her, hands on his hips. Her eyes are level with his lips. The image of her tongue gliding over his mole flashes in her head. It would feel--no, she can’t think about that. Thinking about feeling tends to lead her to some dangerous places. Namely, more feeling. 
The jig up, they snap back into themselves. “So, the case.” Scully plants herself in the chair in front of the desk. “What happened? And how’s BJ? Are she and Tillman going to raise the baby?”
Mulder sighs, swipes his fingers through his hair. “So Melissa is better, I take it?”
“Mulder…” Scully shoots daggers at him with her eyes. “Missy is fine. What happened in Aubrey?”
He sets his elbows on the table and rests his chin atop his hands. “I told you about Cokely, right? The suspect from the 1945 murders?”
Scully nods.
“Turns out, BJ is his granddaughter. Her father was adopted, so she didn’t know. Essentially…” he hesitates, hoping to slip his supernatural explanation into the field report without Scully’s interference. “BJ...she went crazy.” Scully’s jaw locks as she listens. “Genetic memory tends to skip a generation. I think the psychosis of her grandfather surfaced in her.”
Scully stares at the desk, at his hands against the desk, at his rolled-up shirt sleeves. She wants him to be kidding; she knows he’s not. 
“Is she…?” Her eyes plead for the answer she wants to hear. 
Mulder thanks her god that he’s able to assuage her fears, at least partially. “No,” he shakes his head. “But she’s being committed to a psych ward.”
“But she’s pregnant!” The desperation in her voice is about as cutting as Mulder has ever known. 
He softens his voice. “It’s an all-female ward. They’ll take care of her.”
“She’s just a woman, a normal woman…”
Of all the parts of the story he expected Scully to object to, this was not one. “She killed Cokely, and she tried to kill two other people, Scully. Me included.”
“She tried to kill you?!”
He nods, his face a solemn slate. “Tillman saved me. I’m fine.”
“You can’t go alone anymore, Mulder.” She chokes back tears. Mulder leaves his chair and kneels before her, shocked by how quickly emotion has sprung to the surface. “You can’t.”
He frames her shoulders with his hands, breathes words of comfort into her ear--”It’s okay, Scully. I’m okay.”
Her body trembles against him. “Mulder, if you died right now, I’d stop breathing. By my own hand or God’s.”
Mulder is seized with such sudden fear--such distilled awareness of his own mortality--that he wants to lash out, to tell her to never ever say that again or he would go far away and change his name and abandon this life just so that she would never have to hear of his death. Instead, he collects himself.
“I’ve always thought the moments you think you’re dying are the ones where you’re living the most.”
She hides her face in the crook of his neck. It is such a dignified thing to say, so completely Mulder. It tears her heart clean in half. 
“I’m screwed if that’s true,” she blubbers into his shirt. It smells like airport and aftershave. His hands meet her shoulder blades like he’s looking for angel’s wings. She imagines he must be disappointed. He’s not. He walks his fingers up and down her bra straps like a mother might rock her baby. He doesn’t mean it in a sexual way, but as an acknowledgement of what she is--not just a coworker, or his friend, or any ordinary human being, but someone--the only one--who makes him believe in holiness, the single thing he has never pinned his hopes on. 
He presses his lips to her cheek, catches her salty tears on his tongue. Speaking to her skin, he whispers, ”What’s wrong? Why did you leave Aubrey?”
He knows. Of course he knows, she’s known that he knows, but it still startles her to be caught in a lie. She turns her head so that he’s forced to take his lips from her skin. He cradles the back of her head instead, her hair getting caught between his fingers.
She’s told too much of the truth to lie anymore. “Something happened to me during my abduction. They did something to me, but I don’t know what. I’m trying to figure it out.”
She speaks plainly, raw as skin-to-skin contact. Mulder feels as if her sorrows have migrated to his body, burrowed into him, and sworn to stay.
“I haven’t had my…” she sniffles, the fear coming back to her again. “I haven’t had my period since I was returned. That’s abnormal for me.”
He pulls her in closer, like they could become one if he tried hard enough. He doesn’t want to say it, but he knows he has to. 
”Are you pregnant?”
He feels her eyelashes flutter closed against his shoulder. “No, I even got a professional test done. That’s the worst part, something being wrong and having no explanation.”
“I know how you feel.”
She exhales. Her stomach fills then flattens against him. 
“Is there anything I can do?” he asks, knowing that nothing would ever be enough. 
“I think that maybe…” her voice falls quieter. “I think that I should take a leave of absence. While I get this all figured out.”
“Mmm-hmm.” The vibration of his voice box resonates within them both. “That sounds like a good idea.” He is as gentle as if he were speaking to a newborn baby. 
“I am really, really sorry,” she stammers, mouth against his ear.
“For what?” His breath tickles her earlobe. 
“For making you do it alone.” If she weren’t pressed to his ear, he wouldn’t be able to hear her.
“I’m not alone, Scully. You’re a part of me now. I’m carrying a miniature version of you in my head wherever I go.”
She’s crying again, a reflex tapped. 
He continues whispering into her ear. “She’s telling me that there’s a scientific explanation, that there’s no such thing as extraterrestrials, that I’m batshit crazy--” Scully laughs, Mulder smiles. “--and I have to say, she makes a very convincing argument. I’m even starting to believe her, you know, just a little bit.”
He pulls back so that he can see her face. Her brokenness glimmers off of her like a shattered mirror. He wipes her tears away with his thumbs, then looks straight into the reflecting pond of her eyes.
“You are more important to me than any dumb X-file. Even Samantha hurts less because of you.” He was hollow, and she is filling him in. He hadn’t realized that he was draining her in the process. “I want you to be happy, and I want you to be whole,” he affirms. “Whatever you need to do, I’ll support you.”
She wraps her arms around him and nods in gratitude, her nose bouncing off his cheek. She will learn to live in her body again. She will learn to live. She will learn. She will. 
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Scully made the appropriate arrangements with Skinner and walked out of that basement office indefinitely that night. She had spent so much time pretending she was fine to save face, thinking it was the noble thing to do. That was what she was taught, how could she know any different?
She never anticipated the inner strength that comes from vouching for yourself. From deciding that you are worthy just because you are alive. From owing nothing to no one, unapologetically. She suddenly understood why her sister had always seemed brave to her, so completely okay with disregarding expectations and breaking rules. Courage breeds confidence, Missy remarked when Scully brought this up to her. All you have to do is take that initial leap of faith. 
But it would be a mistake to assume that Scully is truly free now. A person who is in total control of their life does not choose to leave a job they love, however temporary the absence may be. It’s not like something better has come along, an option that brings with it the bittersweet pang of leaving a beloved place for a new adventure. No, that’s not this--this is sacrifice on all sides. 
Her, backing away from the work that keeps her sane and the experience that has made her insane. Mulder, shouldering the blow of fruitless investigation all by himself. Another loss in his stepping stone graveyard. And what about Missy, who has uprooted her life and left the woman she loves to take care of one she shares blood with? Scully has not properly thanked her for that, she knows this. And now...what comes now?
Scully’s stomach folds in on itself. She has not felt this listless since the weeks between the FBI’s offer to join them and her med school graduation, when her heart knew what it wanted and her brain feared anyone finding out. Working yourself to the bone to get a medical degree and then shoving it aside? Her parents would think something was wrong with her. In fact, she thought that something was wrong with her then too. It was Missy who convinced her that changing your mind is the most human trait of all. What is Scully always at odds with if not her own human fallibility? 
These thoughts play through her head from her drive home to Missy’s homemade dinner to the moment she tucks herself into bed. Before her head hits her pillow, she pops open a bottle of melatonin tablets and places one on her tongue. It plunges her into dreamless sleep.
It is a relief, when she wakes up, to realize that she did not dream because this means she did not have nightmares either. Being a captive audience to your own brain gets tiring. Two nights pass this way, their days filled with waiting and research. She cracks the spine of every medical encyclopedia she has looking for clues into her condition. This is the most sensible way to move through life, she thinks, preparing for the worst so that reality will be no more heinous than the depths of your imagination. 
Mulder calls from the office each night before he leaves. She did not ask him to do this, but she is grateful that he does. Their conversations are neither deep nor long-lasting, the perfect salve for Scully’s sudden rush out of their breakneck world into relative normalcy. 
Missy is, unsurprisingly, elated that her sister is prioritizing herself. She even goes for an extra grocery run after work and stocks up on Dana’s guilty pleasures, hoping that the pattern of abstaining may be ending on all fronts. Dark chocolate covered strawberries, Greek yogurt that doesn’t say nonfat on the label, Nutter-Butters. These are things Dana loves but denies herself. Missy has never been more proud to see an empty package of Nutter-Butters in the garbage.
That is how the conversation starts. Dana is on the couch, and Missy joins her. 
“You found the Nutter-Butters. I’m glad.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Scully nods, half-paying attention, half-perusing one of her old medical textbooks. 
“I tried to pick stuff I remember us having in the house as kids. I wasn’t sure if you still liked them.”
“Oh, I do, I just usually avoid peanut butter.”
“Why?”
She looks up from the page for a moment, as if the question should answer itself. “Fattening.”
“Yeah, because that’s something you should be worried about,” Missy jests. 
“Heart disease is the number one killer of American women, and it is tightly linked to weight and diet,” Scully says matter-of-factly. 
Missy reaches over and lifts the textbook out of her sister’s lap. “That’s enough of that.”
Scully smirks, lets her sister close the book and put it on the table. She pulls her feet onto the couch and sits cross-legged. “My test results came back, by the way.”
“What?” The textbook slams onto the table. 
“Yeah, they called a couple hours ago.” Scully rubs her eyes, sleepy from reading. “I have elevated follicle-stimulating and luteinizing hormone levels, but low levels of anti-mullerian hormone.”
Missy raises her eyebrows. “What does that mean?”
“It’s consistent with the results of a menopausal woman.” She says it in her doctor voice, as if she’s speaking of a body she autopsied instead of herself. “I have an ultrasound tomorrow to count my ovarian follicles.” She sighs, her face revealing nothing. “To give an idea of whether I could still be fertile.” 
“My goodness.” Missy touches her sister’s hand. “I think that warrants a hug.”
Scully nods, and her sister pulls her in. Missy’s hugs are like a warm towel after a shower, purifying the cleansed. 
“What time is your appointment?”
“One. But you don’t have to come.”
“I’m coming, no arguments,” she insists. “I have the lunch shift tomorrow, but I can swap for the dinner one instead.”
“Okay.” Scully smiles softly, devoid of any urge to fight. She has surrendered to her fear, and in doing so, has found herself free of it.
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peaches-writes · 4 years
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off season (preview)
description: student athletes need to look out for each other—well, at least seungmin needs to look out for your clumsy ass most of the time  member: seungmin  genre: fluff, sports au, best friends to lovers au, summer au, a side of college au, implied fem reader  warning: explicit language, blood, injuries, extreme sports, a very poor attempt at writing sports  note: kinda sad that i can’t post the full version on seungmo’s bday bc i only started this for shits n giggles the other day & i’ve only managed to write 20% of it so far but i rlly want to share it alr bc i kinda like it 😭😭😭
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You unconsciously mirror Seungmin’s frown the longer he stares down at the bloodied lower half of your face, your shoulders slouching deeply when he finally reaches the end of the drying red trail on your chin with his third wet wipe. The physical pain of a broken nose and a bruised lip can’t even compete with the guilt pooling in your stomach now as you observe your best friend’s disappointed expression, making you wince less and sigh more in front of him at knowing full well that it’s all because of how you played tonight. “Just say it already.” 
“Say what?” He mumbles back, now with a raised eyebrow at you as he disposes off the used wet wipes next to you on top of the sink counter. 
You see the genuine anticipation in his eyes of what you meant by your words, making you look down on your hands rested right on top the bruises on your lap. “That I’m being stupid for pursuing this sport,” You answer quietly as you shift in your seat. “that I should stop playing.” 
In front of you, you hear Seungmin sigh before gently tilting your chin up again, meeting your eyes with a soft gaze before moving his hands up to carefully massage your cheeks. “You’re not stupid,” He shakes his head. “you’re just clumsy sometimes but that’s because you keep forgetting that you’re supposed to be on wheels here and not blades.” 
"Seungmin—” You huff in his touch, cracking a small and brief smile on his face. 
“I still think you should lessen playing, especially since the semester’s about to start again.” He interjects quickly before you can even say another word, briefly turning to your side to pass you another bundle of face tissues when he hears you sniffling. “but I’ll never ask you to stop playing completely because I know you really enjoy this. The same applies to the other one, of course.” 
“Besides, what sport doesn’t involve getting hurt?” He adds as an after thought, taking out two plies of tissue for your incoming cold and the stray tear on your cheek. 
“Um, board games?” You muse out loud as you take the tissues in his hands, fully cracking his serious façade this time as he breaks into a scoff. 
“You know what I mean.” You see Seungmin roll his eyes at you, making you purse your lips as a smile tries making its way on your cuts. When he sees your reaction, his thumb instinctively moves over to your bottom lip, stopping you from smiling. “Don’t smile, dummy, we just fixed that lip cut.” 
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sweetsoobinie · 4 years
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✧・゚: *✧ 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐗𝐓 ✧*:・゚✧
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{a/n: this is my first headcanon, hope you enjoy!!}
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𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧
would push for watching a horror film because he likes when you clutch onto his shirt/cuddle into him during the scary parts
also likes to coo at you when you protest
“what, is my baby a scaredy cat? so precious that a few little jumpscares is too much to handle??”
but if you really really didn’t want to watch a horror movie then he would drop it, it’s no fun if you aren’t enjoying it at least a little bit
your happiness is his happiness :)
honestly even if he loathes a genre, he’ll watch it with you and try his best to enjoy it!!
touches you the entire time (innocently you heathens)
would have his arm around your shoulder & trace patterns on your skin
sometimes it’s not enough contact for him though, and he’ll just pick you up at the waist and set you down on his lap
skinship is a must, okay?
doesn’t matter what you’re watching, he likes embracing you (´ ꒳ ` ✿)
yeonjun would make the both of you either ramen or popcorn
and be finished with his within the first five minutes
would then proceed to steal share your food
if you complain or tell him to stop he’ll give you puppy eyes and make his lips go all pouty
because he knows you can’t say no to him like that
(cheeky boy)
jun is the type to watch you more than the movie
seeing your eyes widen, lips turn up into a smile, or your nose scrunch is much more captivating to him than any billion dollar production could ever hope to be
𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧
soob has only seen a handful of movies, so he’d love for you to show him your favorites
sees it as a chance to get even closer with you :)
snugglebug uwu
likes having you sit in between his legs with your back pressed against his chest
wraps his arms around your middle and just squishes
cozy blankets are a must-have
soobin is really sensitive to the cold, so his favorite thing is to wrap up in ridiculous amounts of blankets with you
the thing with watching movies with binie is, he talks the whole time
he’ll commentate on every little thing a character does, call out stupid actions, predict endings, judge the acting
so sometimes you have to nudge him and go “soob please”
he discovered that he isn’t a fan of romance movies, but will still watch them with you
just be prepared for him to laugh the whole time & scrunch up his nose at cheesy lines
but he likes action movies a lot!!! that’ll probably be your guys’ go-to after burning through your favorites :)
marvel. marathon.
didn’t like watching spiderman with you though
baby boy got a little jealous
“stop blushing at the screen, i’m cuter than tom holland”
his lips went “ㅅ”
honestly its kinda hard to tell if he’s joking or actually upset
would pout until you showered him in compliments
hksjdnfkf he’s too cute
soobin would go ALL OUT on snacks
you’d have popcorn, ice cream, chips, soda, ramen, regrets the next day
but it would be amazing
𝐁𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮
loves watching comedies together
your laugh is his favorite sound (and vice versa)
gyu is also a huge snugglebug
he likes to be leaning back against the couch’s armrest with you on his lap
when you rest your face in the crook of his neck, giving him the opportunity to nuzzle his cheek into the top of your head??? now that’s the good shit
when hilarious scenes come on, you can feel the vibrations of his laugh throughout your entire body
it’s blissful
besides snacking on some chips at the beginning, he would be too busy holding you to care about eating during the movie
would absentmindedly play with your hands
brings them up to his lips and gives them lil kisses
laughs at you when you hide your face in embarrassment
you two make jokes and vague references about the movies you watch for days afterwards
all the other members are just like “????”
sometimes he’ll randomly stare at you with a serious expression, waiting for you to notice
then giggles when you see him and get flustered
honestly he‘ll probably focus on making you giggle more so than he will on the movie
you’re much more entertaining than films are in his eyes (✿◠‿◠)
𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧
with tae i can see you watching anything and everything
disney movie marathons? check
action? check
nature documentaries? check
romance? check
the two of you also love “hate watching” movies, in a sense
and by that i mean yall just know a movie is going to be horrible, but you put it on anyways
its a good laugh, and you find it fun to act like mini film critics (even if you don’t know the first thing about cinematography)
you two binged all five twilight movies for this reason
“tae i would’ve filed a restraining order if you stalked me like edward”
“well if you were bella i wouldn’t stalk you anyways, she has no personality”
“how does my mom find this sparkly piece of wet cardboard dreamy?”
“he just admitted to watching her while she sleeps and she’s swooning????? i hate this movie”
“i’m lowkey team jacob”
“tae, you’re just saying that because he’s built.
but lowkey me too”
(lmao sorry if you’re into twilight)
yall can demolish a family-size bag of chips before the climax of the film even hits
he would scold you for getting crumbs on the couch
even though he got crumbs all over his lap
i feel like you two would go either way with cuddling/skinship???
i can see you being super casual about it, just holding hands or lying your legs across his lap
but i can also vividly picture taehyun having you cuddled into his chest with his arms around you
can yall just imagine tae holding you with those strong arms of his?? he’s not even my bias but it gives me butterflies in my stomach (*´∇`*)
where does taehyun end and y/n begin??? scientists across the globe are struggling to answer this burning question
depends on your mood as to how cuddly yall are ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
𝐇𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐚𝐢
you two go all out
the couch gets deconstructed and repurposed into a giant pillow fort
blankets e v e r y w h e r e
kai finds the biggest bowl he can and you both spend half an hour making popcorn to fill it
he got it all over the floor when trying to mix in salt and butter
(but that’s okay, five second rule)
you both like watching classics when on movie dates, forrest gump never goes wrong
but you two are babie so you watch animated movies all the time too
STUDIO GHIBLI
“i wish totoro was real”
“he is real what are you talking about”
would put on those sing along versions of disney movies w/ lyrics at the bottom of the screen
and alternate between using his gorgeous singing voice and belting out words in the most ear piercing tone possible
kai is still a little shy about cuddling, so you huddle hip to hip in the fort
and balance the popcorn bowl on your two touching legs
i think he would try his best to focus on the movie, but would be hyperaware of your existence
you’re just too cute, close contact makes him a lil nervous (;。•́‿•̀。)
that super corny (ha) thing where you both reach for the popcorn and touch hands definitely happens
except you kinda clutch his entire hand with a death grip because you were going for a fistfull
still cute tho
without a doubt, kai will lean over and give you a quick cheek kiss at some point during the film ( ˘ ³˘)❤︎
it was just sitting there, looking so soft and cute and squishy and tempting, how could he not???
turns tomato red afterwards lol
laughs sO LOUD at any and all jokes, audibly pouts at sad scenes
he’s babie okay???? please appreciate how precious your hueningie is
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prettyflyshyguy · 3 years
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Ok here’s chapter 1′s draft of my Resident Evil 6 C-Virus AU fanfic. I am not a writer so would absolutely love feedback on this of any kind. Its almost 2k words so I feel like its in a comfy spot for an opening chapter. If you’re familiar with the game, it opens during the Medical Research Centre segment of Leon and Helena’s campaign. Full thing’s under the cut!
(RT if you want BUT I’m quite likely to delete this post after a while in favour of putting up the finalised version of this in the future!)
“Ada stop! We have to talk!”
Pounding footsteps and heavy breathing echoed through the hallways of the Vinci Medical Research Center. Rounding a corner, Ada flew off with her grapple gun, gracefully landing on the opposite side of an open shipping crate storage room. 
“Your friend likes to play hard to get. She always been like this?” Helena had a mixed tone to her voice, one part concern and three parts sarcasm.
“Yeah.” Leon puffed as they continued the chase.
“Yeah she’s uh, always just like this.”
Across the room, the two Agents heard two voices.
“There she is! Cut her off!”
“I’ve got her!”
Ada was running herself into a trap, the two strangers had approached from two corridors of the room locking her into a corner. She had no where to go. A spray of bullets landed at her feet as one of them aggressively approached her from the front. Turning around, she realised the other had caught up to her from behind. They both had military rifles and were cautiously aiming at her as they slowly moved in. She stared them down, her gaze flicking to the larger of the two men as she noticed Leon and Helena quickly approaching from behind him.
In fear she was about to be shot, Leon violently slapped the rifle in the larger man’s hands, the shock resulting in him accidentally firing a number of rounds that just missed Ada’s head as the sparks  rained down from the impacts up the wall. The risky move meant he lost his grip and the rifle flew out of his hands. In a panic he swung a punch towards Leon who quickly ducked out of the way and threw a high kick back. For a few seconds they wrestled, unsure what the outcome would be. Leon ensured a knee to the gut, he caught the stranger in a headlock, ultimately losing to a weight imbalance as he was tackled to the ground. The break in the action allowed both men to draw a sidearm and they raised one at the other almost in sync. Both breathing heavily, they stared at each other for a moment until Leon broke the silence.
“... Chris?”
Confusion and concern immediately crossed Chris’s face as he realised who he just kicked the shit out of.
“Leon?”
Quickly glancing at Piers, who had maintained his focus on Ada in case she tried to slip away in the confusion, he shifted his aim from Leon back to Ada.
“What are you doing here?”
Helena, who had lagged behind slightly rushed to join the group. Readying her gun but unsure who she should point it at.
A smirk crossed Ada’s face, though no one really paid attention to it.
“Put your gun down, Chris.” Leon holstered his own.
“She’s a key witness, we need her.”
“A witness?! She’s the one who did all this!” Chris’s raised voice and temper shook the walkway they stood upon.
“No, it wasn’t her, it was Simmons. The National Security Advisor.” Leon tried to explain before being swiftly interrupted.
“I lost all my men because of HER!”
“And I lost over seventy thousand people, including the president, because of Simmons!” Leon raised his to match.
Chris’s face softened ever so slightly. There was more going on then he realised. He quickly looked at Ada, who shot him a sickly sweet smile. He went back to Leon, with pain in his eyes.
“She’s working for Neo-Umbrella. You know what that means?”
“Yeah, I do.” Leon’s reply was stern.
“And you’re still going to protect her?” 
“Yeah, I am.”
With half the room’s attention not focused on her, it was just enough time and distraction for Ada to let a flashbang gently slip from her hands.
“Captain!”
The other man with Chris, Piers, yelled out as he saw the grenade fall and clack against the metal floor. Leon shot around just as the explosion went off, blinding all four people. As their vision cleared, they could only watch as Ada made her daring escape with her grapple gun.
“She’s heading towards the roof! Captain what do you want me to do?” Piers’ voice expressed impatience and frustration as they had let her slip.
Chris began to stride towards him when Leon made him stop by placing a hand gently on his chest.
“Chris I need to talk to her.”
In his eyes there was desperation. Chris could tell how important this was to him.
“Leon what the hell is going on. I lost my whole squad but Piers because of her. Do you know how much damage she’s caused?” 
The pain in his voice was obvious, Leon couldn’t imagine what he had gone through. 
“I don’t know what she’s done, but I need her alive. Make her face justice for what she did to your squad, they deserve that.” His response was earnest.
“Just give me five minutes, that’s all I need. Please.”
Chris nodded.
“If anything happens though, I’m interrupting.” 
“Thanks Chris, I owe you one.” Leon smiled at him, though there was a somber look in his eyes. He had no idea the pain and damage Ada had caused him, yet something didn’t feel right.
“You owe me way more than just One.” Chris scoffed as he walked over to Piers, and started discussing the plan of attack for apprehending Ada.
“You sure you can trust her?”
Leon turned back to Helena, she looked a mixture of dead serious and concerned.
“We have history together, I’ll be ok.”
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Leon and Chris stood on opposite sides of the door leading to a balcony on the roof of the building. Quietly, they exchanged nods, and Leon opened the door while Chris stayed behind out of sight. Through luck and good timing, Ada was there, and she was walking towards the railing.
“Ada wait!”
She glanced over her shoulder, watching carefully as Leon slowly raised his arms indicating he was unarmed.
“I just want to talk. Just five minutes, please.”
A bemused look crossed her face, and with a smirk she responded “Fine, but I’ll be counting the minutes.”
Turning once again with her back to him, she placed a briefcase up onto the balcony railing, opened it and began to shuffle around with its contents. Not willing to push his luck, with the added sting of the flashbang incident that happened moments earlier, he opted to keep a comfortable distance from her. Hoping she will amuse him for just long enough to shine some light on what the hell is going on. 
“Is it true? Are you really working for Neo Umbrella? For Simmons?”
A dry laugh pierced the cold night’s sky. 
“You know the old saying, ‘Some men just want to watch the world burn’? Well,” she giggled slightly, “Some women want to watch it burn too.” 
There was a venom in her voice. A venom unlike anything he’d ever heard from her before. The puzzle pieces in his mind started to come together, and the five minutes he had were ticking away. The dramatic shift in outfit, in behavior, in personality, in motive...
“Who are you really?” 
She froze with her back to him, she visibly stiffened.
“I’m Ada Wong.”
“No, no you’re not.”
Slowly turning to face him, he felt a slight shiver hit him as her piercing stare shot through him. 
“Yes, I am.”
Before he had a chance to react, she had pulled a gun out of the briefcase behind her. Something cold pierced his neck with a sharp pain, he reflectively backed up as he yanked a syringe out of his neck. 
“I was saving that one for Simmons but I think it suits you better.”
As he fell to his knees in pain, his body stiffening, dark veins growing across his skin, he watched as she carefully closed the briefcase and prepared her grapple. 
“You’re no better than the rest of them.” 
The last thing he heard from her was a light laughter that drifted on the wind as she zipped down the side of the building.
Knowing he only had a few seconds, losing motor control and a panic state growing, he struggled to retrieve his communicator, speed dialing Helena.
“Hey did you get a chance to-”
“Helena I don’t have much time, that woman is not Ada, she shot me with a-”
She could only watch as he screamed while the flames engulfed his body and the videofeed shut off due to him dropping the device or the sheer power of the heat. 
-
Her hand started to shake as she gripped the communicator tighter.
‘Signal Lost’ blinked over and over, barely masking the freeze frame of Leon engulfed in fire behind it. She should have gone with him. She should have done something. After everything he did for her, after everything they’ve been through, after how much he trusted her when he had no reason to, she let him down like this. Like Deborah. Like everyone. She had no one left but herself now. Channeling the white hot anger that boiled inside her, she focused on the thought of Simmons. He caused all of this. 
He will pay for it all.
Not giving her time to overthink it, she took off towards the Kwun Lung building, it wasn’t too far away and it was her last shot at taking down Simmons. She knew he would be there, the intel from the Agent that Leon knew was solid. She would just have to do it alone. Like she always had. 
“I won’t forget what you did for me, and Deborah. I swear I will never forget.” She choked back tears as she gave one final glance at her communicator, before flicking the screen off.
-
By the time Chris realised what had happened it was too late. He kicked the door open and readied his rifle, but the flash of heat and fire before him caused a flinch.
Through the fumes and the flickering he caught a glimpse of Ada swinging off the edge railing of the balcony and plunging down the side of the building. Everything happened so fast.
His eyes shot back to where the fire was. A glistening, green cocoon forming in its place. 
Panic creeps up on you. It starts with a feeling in the pit of your stomach. It rises to your head and your hands. You start to shake. You feel light, things start to become a blur. Your breathing hastens. 
Chris felt it coming. Not again. Not this soon. Not Leon.
He shoved himself into the doorframe for support. It was hard to breathe. The fumes and stink of burnt clothes and whatever biological matter the cocoon was didn’t help. He stared at the floor as he focused on each breath. In and out. In and out. 
“Captain, captain what's going on? Captain!!”
Pier’s voice pulled him back.
“Fuck, FUCK.” 
He shot one last glance at the cocoon. He was too late again. He was always too late. 
“He’s gone Piers. Leon’s gone.”
His voice trembled almost as much as his hand did as he responded into the radio. He started sprinting down the staircase. Away from the balcony. Away from the cocoon. Away from whatever’s going to come out of it. Away so he wouldn’t have to face it. Not again.
Pier’s was ready with a military vehicle. As soon as Chris jumped in he punched the accelerator and the car screeched off.
“She took off towards the port, I’ve already alerted all other units in the area.”
He flicked a glance at Chris, seeing the strain in his face as he fought back tears.
“I promise we’ll get her. I won’t stop until we do.”
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cherry3point14 · 4 years
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What Does The Fox Say?
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Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Crack. Orgy. Sex Party. Don’t let your nethers tingle, it’s barely flirting. SYNONYMS. Word Count: 2,300ish.   Summary/Prompt: There’s a case. Witches or something, and they’re killing people, specifically furries, maybe. As such one Dean Winchester goes to a furry sex party to look for clues... A/N: Written for @kalesrebellion​ “Bring On the Giggles” challenge. I think hope my synonyms for this challenge will be fairly obvious. Also, shoutout to @winchesters-meaty-feast​ who entertained my panic as this deadline loomed and pretty much talked me into birthing this ~thing. Sidenote - no disrespect to the furries who walk among us. It’s all exaggerated crack!fic. Peace and love. Yiffy on friends.
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From the outside, it looks like any other two-story townhouse. There’s a car parked out front, normal mailbox, the works. Regular suburban home. The first clue that something out of the ordinary is happening inside—where the ordinary is mom, dad, and two-point four ankle-biters having dinner—is the windows. They’re all covered, curtains or blinds, it doesn’t matter. This is what it looks like when humans try to cover their tracks. Monsters choose places that are already deserted and forgotten. Humans hide in plain sight and end up sticking out like a sore thumb. Plus Dean has spent all day talking to furries about this house. Yeah, that’s the biggest clue, not the damn curtains. He’s had multiple lectures, not only from Sam but the furries, people, themselves. It’s not all about porn. They’d told him adamantly. Showed him drawings and all these things they’d made each other, and pictures from their conventions. We’re not all perverts! They could say it until they were blue in the face (they had), but Dean’s standing here looking at this house, knowing what’s inside, and it’s hard to believe the furries-are-innocent propaganda. It’s even harder to believe he’s walking in there of his own free will. The things he’ll do to save lives. Sam told him to change because “Freeze, FBI” might not go down well at this particular house party. What’s he supposed to change into? A Halloween costume? That suggestion earned him yet another talk about respecting people’s interests. Whatever. He gets it, they don’t all have full fursuit things and even the ones that do, don’t generally fuck in them, and really? Is it really fucking necessary that he knows this much about furries? At least he can put on a plain black tee and some jeans and Sam only half presses his lips together in disapproval. What is his brother expecting him to wear to a furry sex party? Cat ears? (Dean is offended by the implication even if Sam didn't say it out loud). Eventually, shuffling his feet, he makes it to the door and knocks. He doesn’t want to be here but Sam’s working another lead on the other side of town at a D&D meet up. All jokes about dungeons aside, Dean would have given up his music privileges all the way back to Kansas to switch places. Once again, scissors bit him in the ass. The door opens a few inches, enough to see, hand to god, a guy in white rabbit-ish body paint. He raises his eyebrows in Dean’s direction like he’s asking for something without saying the words. The guy definitely doesn’t twitch his nose and it definitely doesn’t remind Dean of that bunny from Bambi. Oh shit. The password. Right, because that was how you made a gathering like this more legit and less embarrassing. Dean’s throat tightens like the words don’t want to come out, or like he doesn’t want them to exist, “Yiffy Ki Yay.” Furry sons of bitches have even ruined Die Hard. The guy nods and pulls the door open enough to let Dean slide in, but not reveal too much of the clandestine activities to the outside world. Not that anyone on Maple Avenue is looking into this particular door. Either the neighbors know better or they don’t care. Although now that he’s inside Dean can see his nameless host is also wearing tall, white ears and furry cuffs on his ankles and wrists. The first of what, Dean assumes, will be many red flags that he should leave. Not that he heeds the warning. “First time?” The rabbit asks while Dean attempts to scan as much as he can see without a slack jaw. “Yeah,” he breathes out. Dean has been around the block. He’s seen the inside of more than just strip clubs. His number one use of the Internet is porn, his second? More porn. This is something else. He’s not judging, well, he's trying not to judge and failing miserably. These people aren’t hurting anyone though. In fact, someone might be trying to hurt them. Or the D&D players. They were still on the fence about how the groups were linked beside the weird deaths. Granted some of this party seems very vanilla from what he can see. He catches a glimpse of the dining room, which has been cleared of most of its furniture, and there’s your everyday orgy of mangled limbs. Those limbs happen to be a little furrier than normal is all. Thankfully not everyone is dressed as an animal. Not that anybody will be telling Sam that he was right. Some people are dotted around watching, or drinking like the sex isn’t happening, and some of the people getting involved are in plain clothes. Or, naked but not wearing any sort of animal accessory. At first glance, there’s a part of Dean that thinks he can appreciate the hedonism of it, without being bogged down by the fact that they're all cosplaying as goddamn animals. Animal enthusiasts, he corrects in his head before Sam telepathically delivers a bitch face from across town. And then he’s walking through the kitchen and there are two people nuzzling each other. People might not be the right word because they’re dressed as cats. Holding each other and stretching and bending their limbs. All feline movements and what he thinks is a purring noise, but he can’t confirm or deny because of the music coming from the cheap speakers on the counter. It might be sweet if it wasn’t in the middle of a sex party. Yeah, this is still going to take some getting used to. The rabbit is yammering, mentioning ground rules that Dean is only half listening to while he tries not to stare at the cats. He’s listening enough to follow the rules but actually, he can’t bring himself to look away from the most PC thing happening in the joint. “Did you get that because I heard the door…?” This time Floppy speaks with enough urgency that Dean snaps his focus back to the white rabbit. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll-” he wants to say ‘mingle’ like it’s a seventies swingers party and his biggest concern is where his car keys are. He licks his dry lips and they still feel like sandpaper, “-look around.” He does need to look around, talk to people, do his job. That’s why he’s here feeling like the spare dick at a fucking contest. Dean knows his limits though and before he investigates he's gonna need a beer.  Once he’s got a bottle in his hand, which he got from the fridge because he doesn’t trust anything that was sitting on any surface, even unopened, he starts climbing the stairs. The tinny music, the sound of bodies slapping against each other, and the low din of people talking like normal adults all fade with each step until he’s at the top. Practically not at a furry orgy anymore. Except it’s a new horrific game now. What’s behind door number one? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembers Whiskers going on about the rules of the rooms. Lock up if you want privacy. Unlocked and shut means viewers welcome. Open doors are an invitation to play. That’s the word Thumper had used, play. The first door is locked. He skips the second because he can hear what's going on inside and even if he was in the mood to creep (he’s not), you don't walk in on the money shot. The third room is a bathroom, a stark reminder he's in a house that people live in. The fourth door he tries is blissfully empty. It looks like a guest room. Walls that are basic beige and nothing identifying. Then he sits on the bed and presses his back into the wall. He realizes this bed has probably been used for the activities he’s already seen tonight. Out of sight, out of mind. Dean takes out his phone and stares, annoyed, at the screen. Sam hasn’t messaged him, so the case isn’t solved and he doesn’t have an excuse to leave. He takes a swig of his beer and types with his free hand, trying to make an excuse. Find anything yet? Another long drag while he waits, forcing the drink down his throat in the hopes of some small semblance of dutch courage. Or in the hopes that everything is solved, so he can go back to the motel and beat his meat to hentai like a normal person. No, but this is actually really interesting. You? Dean’s fingers twitch wanting nothing more than to throw the phone against a wall. If he wasn’t obligated to text back to illustrate that he’s still alive then he might leave Sam high and dry. As it is his reply is short and simple. Nothing. He feels no need to mention that he hasn’t actually looked yet. Dean puts his phone away and throws his head back against the wall at the exact moment the door opens. She stumbles in with the ghost of a giggle on her lips. He’s expecting there to be someone following her considering the party he’s attending. Two people blundering into a room looking for a place to get some privacy. Except she’s alone and she’s not concerned to find him alone either. Her eyes widen a little but her smile is soft, “sorry, you’re not waiting on someone are you?” “Me?” He asks, concerned that he has picked up some paraphernalia along the way. Anything that might suggest he’s a part of this. She continues to wait for an answer to her question instead of answering his. “No, Nah. Just taking a breather.” “Thank god, me too.” She blows out a relieved puff of air before shutting the door behind her. In doing so she flashes him her tail. She’s a fox. Or some version of a fox. She hasn’t gone as far as body paint. Her outfit almost seems costumey rather than serious. It’s this orange mini dress—if it could be called a dress for how little it leaves to his imagination—with a bushy, foxtail attached. He hadn’t noticed her ears immediately, but now he’s seen them, there they are. Ginger and pointed on top of her head, and when she turns back to him he finally notices the little, black nose she has painted on. She sits down next to him, scoots herself on top of the sheets making them bunch under her. She doesn’t seem to care about him having dibs over the bed or room and it only takes a few seconds for him to not care either. In this close proximity, inches apart, he doesn’t see a fox, even if she is definitely dressed up as a fox. He sees bare legs crossed at the ankle, her dress fighting to contain her cleavage and the sheen of her skin from dancing. She’s holding a red solo cup, he assumes half full of alcohol considering the pink flushing her cheeks. “I’m going to take a guess,” she leans until her shoulder is pressed against his arm, “you’re either a first-timer or you’re lost.” Dean laughs because he feels lost even if his cover is supposed to be the former. “First time, that obvious, huh? Thanks for pointing it out. Real considerate of you.” She bites her lip enough to get him looking at her mouth. Thinking about her mouth. “Wolf?” “What?” “I get it, first-timers are still trying to be normal, but the dark colors and the brooding loner thing you have going on in here. A wolf missing his pack?” She brings her knees up and bends her legs under herself while she guesses. Twists her body in his direction. He can’t tell if she’s joking. It sounds half ridiculous and makes him think of the kind of wolves he hunts. Dean lies anyway, “ding ding. Tell the woman what she’s won. Or do you prefer..?” Dean waves a hand to her everything fox related as if he might seriously start using ‘fox’ instead of ‘woman’. His gesturing hand lands on her waist while the other takes another swig from his brown bottle. “‘S fine. We’re all still people underneath. I’ve got a job and everything.” She rolls her shoulders like she’s showing off for being employed, which shuffles her whole body half an inch closer to his until her knees are touching his thigh. She’s facing him, his arm still lazily, half wrapped around her as she raises her cup to her lips. “Oh yeah, what do you do, sweetheart?” He lets the syrup fall from his mouth because foxes like honey.
She laughs, the sound tinkles in the space between them. “I’m a diner chef. Nothing exciting unless you like to eat?” His tongue peeks out between his teeth, his lips smirking suggestively. “I’ve been known to enjoy a-,” Dean's eyes flick down her body to where her dress is stretching over her thighs, and then back to her face, “fur burger.” Nowhere else on the fucking planet would he get away with saying that. Only at a furry sex party. She doesn’t just smile at his line though, she hums, pleased he’s playing along, and slides a hand along the outer hem of his jeans. Fingers slowly crawling up his leg and tracing the denim.
One blink and the air is thicker, heavier, and Dean doesn’t give a shit when it happened.
Her eyes flash playfully as she finishes her drink. “Mmm, the only way to make sure a burger is done is a good thrust of a meat thermometer.” 
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iamsexytrash · 3 years
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Love across timelines Pt 10
[Authors note: Ah, this chapter was so sweet to write. Which kinda makes up for the angst i’ve been tossing at you for the last few chapters]
In this chapter: Reuniting with Five, placing bets, and day drinking. Doesn’t get more lively than this.
TW: Cursing, Alcohol use, gambling
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                                               Valhalla Pt 1                                             Hello, Old timer You don't recall passing out by the couch last night, but its where you inevitably wake up at the next morning. Looking down, you can see your fingernails and toenails are a lovely shade of dark green, and you smile. Remembering the bonding session you had with Allison last night, you push yourself up and look around for Klaus. You don't see him in the living room, and you get up to make yourself some coffee. Which is actually where  you find Klaus. Passed out by the fridge. And Ben is just...laying there next to him. "Uhh...what are you doing?" You question.
"Waiting for Klaus to wake up. I want this to be the first thing he sees this morning, so he can understand how much of an idiot he was yesterday." You sigh and nudge Ben out of the way with your foot. "Move, ya dingus. If he's going to wake up with a killer hangover, you're probably gonna be the first thing he throws up on." Ben quickly scrambles back after that, and you grin to yourself. Klaus was many things, a killer dancer, a stylish idiot, a fantastic kisser. But a post-drunk puker was definitely not one of them. But Ben doesn't need to know that, now does he? You both turn your head when you hear Klaus wake up with a groan and shift so that he was lying on his back. You shift yourself and move to sit down, with Klaus' head in your lap. "Morning sunshine." You grin sweetly at him and Klaus only groans and turns his head in your lap. "Oh, god. No offence or anything, but your smile is like...way too bright for me right now." Giggling you start carding your fingers through his long waves and grin when he sighs and nuzzles your waist. "And how are we feeling this morning?" Ben sarcastically asks. "Oh, peaches and cream. Though the scalp massage is working wonders on my headache. What about you two?" "My buzz faded hours ago, I actually had an interesting night with your sister, and we had a girls night in." Klaus lets out an offended gasp at that. "A girls night, and you didn't think to invite me?" "You were passed out on the couch." You point out. Klaus blinks before groaning at the reminder. "Oh, yeah. I forgot." "This isn't going to become a recurring thing, is it? Cause if so I can just...tether myself to [Y/N] and harass your drunken ass every time you pull this shit." you aren't quite sure if Ben is being serious or not, but you'd love to see him try. "Yeah, yeah, love you too beetlejuice." Klaus waves Ben off and pushes himself up, moving to sit next to you. and he goes and leans on your shoulder. Pulling out a flask, Klaus takes a swig before handing it to you. You open it up and take a swig. "You aren't seriously enabling his behavior, are you?" Ben asks, his eyebrow raised. you raise one back, a silent challenge. "Ben, I'm a lot of things, but an enabler is not one of them. Klaus is a grown ass man, and I am a grown ass person, who have been through enough shit to last a lifetime. I'm not gonna let him go overboard, but a little every now and again won't kill us." "Not that it even could." Klaus sarcastically points out and you point to him in a 'See?' motion. "Are you guys arguing with Ben again?" You look over and see Allison in a bath robe, Arms crossed but with a smile on her face. "Oh, just a little bit. Ben's just being dumb." Klaus sticks his tongue out at Ben and he merely smiles and laughs a little. "Is that really necessary?" He asks. "Yes." You nod. Allison takes a seat on the opposite side of Klaus and he passes her the flask. "You want some?" "Klaus, if you're looking for an enabler, look elsewhere." Allison thunks her head on the fridge door. Ben smirks in victory from his position opposite of you. "Wait for it..." You hold up a finger. "Allison, your marriage is in shambles and your rally turned into a riot. If now isn't the time to do a little drink party!" Klaus sings the last bit just a teensy bit off key. "I don't know when is." Allison thinks it over for a split second and takes the proffered flask. She takes a swig and you point at Ben with a "There it is." "I hate you sometimes." "Love you too, Benny boy." 
"So, what happened?" Allison asks. "[Y/N] gave me the quick version last night, but I feel like you've got more to add." "Oh, where to begin," Klaus starts, "Our claustrophic cult tracked us down, I fell off the wagon and we tried and failed to keep a young closeted gay man - my best friend - from enlisting at a 1963 diner in front of his blatantly closeted uncle. Meanwhile, my moon and stars took a hit for me, and we've both come to the conclusion that knowing the future is a load of garbage." Belching, Klaus passes the flask back to you and you take a swig. Grimacing at the taste, you pass the flask back to Klaus, who takes a swig and passes it back to Allison. "Well, not in that exact order," you toss out. "Mmm." Allison grunts with a mouth full of booze. "Aren't we all a group." "Aren't we all..." You sigh and raise your eyebrows when she tosses the flask to the side. "The hell, Allison? I bought that for him!" "Atta-girl." Ben praises. "I have a blender, and some much better booze. So if we're gonna start day drinking, we're gonna do it right!" You and Klaus glanced at each other, then back to Allison. "Have we ever mentioned how much we love you?" you smile. "Because we love you, so much!" Klaus lets a happy sob out at that and you go to help Allison set up the blender. All Allison can do is laugh at the absurdity of it all. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Wait, wait, wait, so you're telling me you tossed out some video game quotes to these guys, and they bought it like that?!" Three margaritas later you had been regaling Allison about how you and Klaus were able to schmooze your way into a cult leadership. "Well...that and I just sort of...maybe...." "You said, and I quote: "’I'm from another universe!’ They all took to you after that. Started calling you the "Lunar goddess"." Klaus sips from his glass and you sigh and thunk your head on the table. "I'm not a goddess." You moan. "You are to me." Klaus places his hand on your head and you smile from the attention. "Sweet talker." You mumble. A loud knocking at the door has your head shooting up and leaves you all looking at each other in confusion. "Calling it now, who is it?" you announce. "My moneys on Five." "Diego!" Klaus bets. "...Luther?" Allison hopes and you and Klaus stare at her. "Girl, you are married." You point out. "Hey! I can't be happy to see my brother?" You merely raise an eyebrow at her. "Shut up." "Alright. 10 bucks, I say Five. 10 bucks, Klaus says Diego, 10 bucks, Allison says Luther. Money on the table." You announce and everyone grabs their wallets and tosses a ten dollar bill on the Dining room table. You grab your drink and move to the door. "I'll get it." You smirk. Easiest thirty bucks you ever made. The pounding has gotten more frequent and heavier and by the time you pull open the door, you're worried whoever was knocking would punch a hole in the door. Any smirk or snappy comeback you may have falls to the wayside when you finally see Five. He looks...well, just the same as you remember him. The same schoolboy outfit, the same coiffed hair, maybe a little bit taller. He looks up at you like he wasn't expecting to even find you here. You look just as flabbergasted. You knew he was the one knocking, you knew he would find you and take you all back to Elliots, but a part of you still thought - even partially hoped - for a moment that it wouldn't happen. "Five." You whisper. "[Y/N]." Five whispers back. You gently place your drink on the table and move in to hug Five. He meets you half way and you both wrap your arms around each other. You cradle the back of his head with your hands and he clutches at you like a dying man. You don't know how long the two of you stayed like that for. But you were glad for it. It had been so long since you've seen Five. You weren't technically related to him, but it didn't make him any less your brother. You have tears running down your face and you hold him tighter. "How long?" He asks. "Almost Four years. Me and Klaus arrived almost at the same time." Five pulls away first. "Somehow I'm not surprised." Five gives you a sorrowful look. "I'm sorry. This is my fault, I got you all stuck here." "Hey, no. No it isn't." You fix Fives hair so that it looks somewhat presentable. "Klaus, Ben and I all knew the risks, and we chose to come here anyways. If anything, you saved us from death by moon rock." You smile at him cheekily. "So, if you're here, I suppose that must mean you found everyone else, then." "Yeah, yeah I did." Five answers distractedly. He's too busy looking around the room. "This your place?" "Nah," You grab your drink sitting by the table and wrap your arm around his shoulders. "It's Allison's. But me and Klaus were staying for the night. Come on, we'll get you a drink before we uh, meet up with the others. I think you'll need it." You lead Five over to the dining room where you're greeted with the sight of Allison and Klaus having some kind of giggle fit. "Are they...?" "Drunk? Oh yeah." "Surprised you didn't join them." Five quips and you shrug and take a sip before passing it off to Five, who gladly resumes drinking for you. "Someone has to remain coherent and stable." "Hey, dorkos, look who says hello!" You hold a hand out towards Five who smirks and takes a sip of Margarita. From the table Klaus and Allison groan and flop their heads on the surface. Five raises an eyebrow. "Wow. Feeling the love." "Nah, they missed you Five." You grab the thirty bucks sitting on the table. "They're just upset they lost the bet." Fives expression is incredulous and irritated but there’s a sense of amusement underneath it all. Like he's happy he's even getting to have this conversation in the first place. "You guys BET on when I would show up?" Five demands. You scoff and shake your head. "Pfft. No, of course not!" "Oh, good." "We bet WHO would show up." You continue. Klaus groans from his place on the table "I was so SURE it would be Diego!" "He's entertaining company right now." Five explains. "Awwww, why couldn't you have been Luther?" Allison whines. "Because he's getting Vanya. Any more inane questions?" Five's brow twitches with the force of not murdering his siblings and you have to hide your smile behind your hand. "Wait, Vanya?! You found her?" Allison gasps at the name and her eyes light up. "Hang on, I just need..." Allison slowly stands up and grabs a bottle of wine sitting on the counter top, and tosses Klaus his flask. "There!" She declares. "Let's go!"
"Finally!" Five declares and downs the rest of his drink in one gulp. You grab Klaus' hand and the four of you follow Five. You've been keeping a pretty happy facade this whole time, but you won't lie and say you aren't nervous. "Hey," Klaus whispers, "What's ringing through that gorgeous brain of yours?" "I'm worried this will turn out with me getting the blame pinned on me again." you confide and Klaus takes his hand out of yours and throws it around your waist. "Understandable, but remember what I told you before, all you have to do is say the word and we can leave." "I..." Before you can respond you hear Five call out "Enough with the lollygagging! Lets move!" You turn your head. "Don't you just want to slap him sometimes?" "You missed him, shut up." Klaus smiles and you laugh, tucking yourself under his arm. Klaus was right, you did miss him. You just aren't sure if everybody else is going to have the same reaction.
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the-fiction-witch · 3 years
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I hate This Universe
REAL LIFE: SCANDAL COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: CUTE
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"Tomorrow. we live like sims."
"I think this is a terrible Idea" he sighed
"First we must make ourselves as close to real as possible so the look, the traits and I even thought its one day ambitions too. However I don't have the right DLCs and stuff so... your gonna be a Rockstar not an actor Thomas becuase... that's not a carer my my version on this game
"Can I make you a... whatever your job is?"
"No. I can be a writer and unemployed though which does seem accurate"
"It does"
"I have made you a few times in sims thomas. weridly your fairly easy to make."
"Am i?"
"Yeah, handy, vehicles obsessed, heavy sleeper, Musical. and suddenly its thomas"
"I'm mad my personality can be brought down to four things"
"but?" "But it does seem like me"
"Seven twenty one" y/n giggled "Wakey wakey time" she sighed sitting in her bed "I now have to go and wake Thomas up because that's what my sim did. He's gonna be mad" she laughs getting out of her bed and yawning as she went down the corridor opening the door seeing Thomas laid on his side still fast asleep "wakey wakey bitch its time to do this bull shit" she says jumping on the bed
"uuuuuummmmm no" He groans nuzzling with the pillow
"The sims are up by now so we have to be up by now" she says as she laid in bed beside him
".... nooo" He whines laying on his stomach his bed head all that could be seen above the pillow and the duvet "I need coffee"
"You can't have coffee till... nine thirty"
"Nooooo y/n" He whined
"No coffee till the sim doesn't and your sim didn't get a coffee till half nine you have to have  a bath first"
"I don't want to"
"Well you have to" she laughs
"I hate this day. I hate this video. I hate this life I lead. I hate you. I hate me. I hate everything. I hate this universe." He says "Let me sleep"
"I hate you too but you have to get up, the long you snuggle in bed the less your going to want to get up and the further behind you'll be so the longer you will have to wait for coffee thomas"
"Bring me coffee y/n"
"No I can't do that thomas"
"Just... just cheat. For me"
"No"
"Please..."
"what will I get if I do?"
"I will... Buy you another bunny rabbit" he says his chocolate eyes just emerging from the covers
"No thank you, two is enough"
"I will... let you film that video where you handcuff me to a bed."
"Nope"
"I will, Have sexy time with you?"
"I'm filming you right now Thomas"
"..... Sally darling. Edit me please. I can't take the fucking shipping anymore"
"This is why there is shipping
"I know why. Well my offer stands."
"No Thomas, you have to have a bath in ten minuets or you'll be running late all day"
"Noooo" He whines the covers moving slightly to expose his bare chest as he laid on his stomach trying desperately to wither stay asleep or wake up without his coffee "I am in a really fucking weird mood today y/n" he says
"I can tell Sweetheart" she laughs
"I can't do this. I genuinely can't do this without coffee"
"Well you can't have coffee, Maybe if you have like a really hot bath. or a really cold bath it'll wake you up more?"
"No, I need coffee. I can't actually do this."
"we have been handcuffed for a week. Drove across America. various other things and this.. .this is the thing you can't do"
"Yes." he says moving again to hold his head up "Y/n. I'm serious. Turn the camera off if you want Because I have no filter right now."
"I'll get sally to edit it don't worry, Why. are you worried?"
"Because when I'm this tried. and lacking caffeine. I have no filter. and I am worried I'm going to say or do something that is going to make you or sally mad at me again. and it'll be the fucking phone sharing video fuck up all over again"
"I know, its okay. we thought we where out of earshot and we weren't so... its okay just, just rant Thomas"
"I'm actually serious. I don't think I can get up without a cup of coffee. which sounds so bitchy. But I really can't, I am so conscious when I'm this out of it. I'm so aware of the camera. More then when I'm drunk. It's all that's in my head is don't say this, don't do that. don't fuck it up else shit's gonna hit the fucking fan again like it did after the japan series stuff came out. Turn it off Hun because I really can't do this right now"
"I will maybe allow one coffee as a cheat. Because I don't think this is practical even if I get you out of bed. Thomas cant function until half nine which is almost two hours without coffee" she says in her kitchen "for reference as you probably know we fill alot of stuff out of order, so when it gets released it really no indication of when it was filmed, and yesterday we did a video that hasn't come out yet it might have when you see this I don't know, were we Looked at weird sex toys so we're both kinda in a weird mood right now probably not a good time to be filming this video" she laughs "Okay. Sim me was drinking coffee now. and Sim Thomas has to go have a bath. I may actually have to give him a coffee while he's in the bath. Because I don't think he can last"
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gustafsnightangel · 4 years
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Shattered Lives Ch 13 Pt 2
She curled back into him and relaxed, she was exhausted. His arms came around her again and he kissed the top of her head.
“So what are you up to while I’m out for lunch?” He asked hoping that she’d sleep and rest.
“I have to go shopping so I can make stuff for tomorrow. Cake and party food, birthday pancakes. Because let me tell you the hell I’d pay if Liam was denied double birthday pancakes.” She snorted. “I’m spoiling the boys a little this week.”
“Nothing wrong with that and I’m sure the kid is going to shoot straight up soon on a growth spurt.” He smiled.
“Thursday will be a rough day for them.” She said quietly.
“It will be for you too love.” He said softly.
“There have already been some tears but mainly from the twins. Brendan’s will come later, he’s keeping it together for me and his siblings.”
“I told him on Saturday when I called and you were at work that you guys weren’t alone this time, that you had help, and it seemed to settle him.” He kissed her gently. “I’m happy to have them come to me if they need it love.” His eyes searched hers, ice blue and calmer now.
She looked at him. This kind, gentle soul, how did she get so lucky. “I hope he does. He needs you. And it troubles me to dump that on you.” She said quietly.
“I keep my promises love.” He said simply and she nodded.
“I know, and you need to get ready I don’t want to make you late.” She said looking at the time and changing the subject before she started crying in his lap again. No wonder she was exhausted, she’d bawled her eyes out for over two straight hours.
“You ok if I shower here?” he asked and kissed her softly as she looked at him.
“Of course. I’ll find you some towels.” She didn’t rise, she just looked at him a moment, damn she’d fallen hard for him. She kissed that clever mouth and got up to find some clean linens.
He let the hot spray of the shower beat against his face, he was relieved she’d talked. He knew there was much more than the short version she’d given him today but it was a start. Healing would take time. He dried off and dressed, and by the time he came out to the kitchen he saw her sitting at the table staring into space lost in thought, lost in memories.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her head breathing her in, calming her and himself.
“You ok love?” He asked as she leaned back against him.
“I will be. Just thinking.” He let her go so she could stand.
“I’ll be back soon.” His fingers toyed with her hair. He didn’t want to go now and leave her like this having just purged her system. It had the potential to hit her again harder and he didn’t want her to be on her own when it did.
“Have fun, I’ll be fine, I have shopping to do and a cake to make.” Her smile was wide at the thought of his and Lily’s birthday tomorrow.
”Keeping busy.” His smile was understanding.
“Yeah, I have to.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him with that love and tenderness that blew his mind. “Thank you for being you.” She murmured.
“Always.” His wink has her smiling.
They walked to the door and he stood on her threshold, something they hadn’t done for a while and his heart skipped at the memory. He kissed her deeply, one of those lip locks that blanked her mind and curled her toes.
“You’re beautiful Sildie.” He said softly.
“Only to you love.” She chuckled.
“I’ll see you in a bit, oh, and eat something please.” He said kissing her again quickly.
“I will.” Not that she felt like it.
With Gustaf gone she collected her things and made a shopping list. She’d likely forget something today as her brain wasn’t really engaged in birthday mode. She’d snap out of it, she had to tomorrow, for Lily, for Gustaf. She would not let the grief into the day tomorrow.
This week wasn’t going to plan she thought as she drove to the market. She’d wanted to rock his world yesterday but Lily got sick and today she’d planned to make up for that and she’d imploded instead. The poor guy was probably wondering why the fuck he’d come home to all this crap in the first place.
She was in the cake mix and flour section and cursed. She’d forgotten to ask him what dessert he liked because Brendan was determined to make his favorite. She took out her phone and sent the simple question.
What’s your favorite dessert?
He grinned at her text as he talked with his brother Alex.
You.
“Oh Ha ha funny man.” She mumbled but couldn’t help the grin that spread wide across her face.
Of the edible variety.
Still you love.
She was actually chuckling now.
If you couldn’t have me.
“Then I would die.” He mumbled to himself and texted her back.
Then I’d be very upset.
Damnit Gustaf be serious.
I am serious.
Favorite dessert of the food variety that’s not me or my anatomy or part thereof.
She was actually giggling now, he had that effect on her. The man could be sweet and insufferable all at the same time. He knew how to push her damn buttons.
Still you if I use you as a plate. How I’d love to eat something saucy off you, lick you in all those places that make you moan for me.
“Fuck me.” She muttered and groaned inwardly at those words. She knew exactly the tone he’d say them in too.
Favorite dessert of the food variety that’s not me my anatomy or part thereof, or used in said desserts method of plating, distribution, or consumption. Don’t make me lawyer you further love, you’ll lose.
He huffed out a laugh and grinned. Damn he loved it when she got all feisty and the lawyer surfaced.
Oh you meant specifically?
He could picture her getting flustered and grinned. Anything to get her mind off the week for a second.
Yes.
Kladdkaka. Second favorite dessert. You will always be my first.
Maybe you can have both ;)
“Maybe I will.” He chuckled.
Don’t tease and stop biting your bottom lip.
She huffed out a laugh as she was doing exactly that and knew his response would be that growl that made her pussy tingle in anticipation.
I’ll see you soon, enjoy the rest of your lunch.
Did you eat?
Not yet.
Please eat love.
Maybe I want dessert first.
You’ll only get dessert if you’ve eaten first, of the food variety as stated above.
He grinned, he knew the lawyer would find a loophole otherwise.
Go eat I’ll be home soon.
With the shopping done she got everything into her apartment and then wondered how she was going to refrigerate the extra food. Thinking Gustaf wouldn’t mind she grabbed his spare key and went next door.
She knocked first, he may have said it was her home too but it was still his apartment. She smiled as she closed the door remembering what he’d done to her against it and felt her pussy throb. Maybe one day soon she’d get him to do it to her again.
It took her a few trips but with everything stacked in his fridge she breathed out and relaxed suddenly feeling very tired. The morning was finally catching up to her. Blowing out a breath she went to the bedroom and decided to nap until he got home. With any luck she could rock his world a little before she had to pick the kids up. Stripping she curled up and sleep took her under in moments.
It was good seeing the family all together and couldn’t wait until Sildie was comfortable enough to meet them. He’d explained why, again, and had to sit through the playful ribbing from Alex that Sildie was just a figment of his imagination.
That was until Bill bailed him out, he’d seen Lily cradled in his arms. And once Gustaf told them she’d had some shit go down and they were still adjusting he let it go. His father cornered him before he left and asked to invite her and the family to Christmas. It would be a mad house but they wanted to welcome her with open arms, her and the kids.
“She’s made you happier than I’ve ever seen you.” Stellan said gently.
“I’m in love with her, stupidly so.” He grinned a shy grin and dropped his head.
“I can see.” His father playfully elbowed him and let it be. “It’s a good thing. Embrace it, women like that only come around once.”
There was no answer at her apartment and thinking she was still out shopping he decided to go home and chill until she was done. He figured he could go a round with the bag and meditate before she got home. He knew there were some things he needed to sort through in his mind from earlier today.
He found her shoes by the door, her purse and phone tossed haphazardly on the counter and it set that smile wide across his face. He made it to the doorway of the bedroom before he stopped and took in the sight.
His goddess curled up, naked and asleep. The day had caught up with her. He set an alarm on his phone for kid pickup just in case he fell asleep too. Quietly he shucked his clothes and curled up behind her.
He kissed her head and ran a hand the length of her body before snaking his arm around her pulling her close. Her scent wafted, intertwining with his, relaxing and arousing him. He’d missed her.
Laying there he let his mind drift. He been home two days and it felt like two years. He knew it wasn’t forever, the grief would dissipate eventually. It would be better once the week was done. Yes it was hard work but she needed him, the kids needed him, he would settle, he would find that peace again, for all of them.
She turned in his arms, still fast asleep. Her own arm finding its way over his hip, her hand curled tightly under her chin fanned out over his chest. Even in sleep she searched for him, searched for that comfort he was only too willing to give her.
He kissed her brow and let his fingers dance over her in lazy strokes, soothing more than arousing. Even so, he was already hardening for her with those curves flush against him. He’d never tire of the way she felt in his hands, against his body.
She felt his touch pull her from the sleep that had descended so suddenly. That familiar scent, the scruff tickling her forehead as he kissed her. Still half asleep she tipped her head back and found those lips she suddenly had a craving for.
Her kiss was soft and tender as she started to wake.
“You found me.” She mumbled sleepily and opened her eyes to see that gorgeous face, those smile lines of a man that brought her so much joy.
“I did, all naked, just how I like you.” He murmured and kissed her sweetly. “Good nap?”
She nodded. “I think I needed it. How was lunch with your clan?”
“Noisy, boisterous, but loving.” He left out the part where they gave him crap about not bringing her, she didn’t need that now. “Did you eat?” He asked with a slight smirk and played with the soft waves of copper at her shoulder.
“Yes.” It wasn’t a lie, she’d eaten a few grapes as she put the groceries away. He’d never said how much she had to eat.
“Good.” He whispered and kissed her longingly.
“What’s the time? I have to pick the kids up at five.” She asked as his mouth traveled to her throat, she didn’t want to be late and have them worry.
“It’s only two thirty ish.” He said looking over at the clock on the nightstand. “And I have an alarm set for four so you have time to be there by five.” His fingers trailed from the hair at her shoulders to tangle into it at her head as he kissed her, tongue teasing hers.
“In the interim.” He growled. “I want my dessert.” He rolled them so she was pinned under him as she laughed.
Her laugh made him smile. He hadn’t heard it in a while and it made his heart fill with joy that he could make her laugh like she didn’t have a problem in the world. One day, he thought, one day he hoped she wouldn’t.
He kissed his way down to her breasts, spending time to pinch and tease her nipples. He sucked the hard buds into his mouth and rolled his tongue over them. Her moans were already making him throb for her. He wanted to feast, to arouse, and finally to claim. Claim her as his again and again.
She couldn’t think when he touched her like this, talented hands, clever mouth, and that tongue. How he used just the tip to ignite a fire across her skin. To taste the dips and valleys of her curves.
She gave herself over to him so completely, without hesitation, without question. He lay between her legs, thighs spread as wide as she could manage comfortably. His lips tortured the tender flesh where thigh met pelvis, that dip before her pussy. He nuzzled her there until her breathing was erratic and her hands were fisting in the sheets.
Only then did he lick fully from entrance to clit and watched as that perfect body arched off the bed. Her cry out was strangled as the assault on her senses continued as his lips suctioned to her clit and brought her undone. His hand stretched up the length of her torso, palm flat against her chest, forearm nestled between her breasts.
He held her still while his mouth tasted and savored the flavor of her. Sweet, juicy, and all his. He felt her release build, the gentleness of her hips grinding against his mouth as she sought for pleasure. It was only when he felt her body tense that he stopped, denying her orgasm.
He kissed his way up her body and devoured her mouth, her whimper the only noise that expressed her displeasure at not falling into bliss. He was painfully hard as he pressed her into the mattress with his body weight.
“Give yourself to me.” He murmured and continued to take her mouth with his. He’d always ask, and he knew she was sore after last night.
“I’m always yours love.” She said softly and his gaze locked onto her at her words.
“How sore are you from last night?” He asked as her fingers lightly stroked his spine. “Honestly.”
“I’m ok.” She nipped his ear gently. “And I want you to do it again.” She whispered and felt his teeth lightly sink into her throat at her words. “I want you to take me.” I want to feel anything but the grief I feel she thought.
“Roll over.” He growled, that one finger grazing her hip to signal her to do as he asked.
She loved the way he took control, the thought at what he would do to her sending a thrill down her spine and deep into her pussy. He was always gentle, but the pleasure he inflicted on her was a torturous ecstasy.
He knelt and placed a pillow under her pelvis as she rolled. Those curves seducing him as he kissed the length of her spine, the curve of her hips.
“On your knees love.” His hand slipped between her thighs and opened them as she slightly raised up on her knees.
He knelt between them and spread them as wide as her body would allow. He stretched his hand along her back and into her hair, and let the strands fall from between his fingers as he toyed with it.
Taking his engorged cock in his hand he stroked the tip along her from entrance to clit, her whimper only adding to his arousal. He looked down, her ass in the air, him poised to take her, ready to slip into that silken heat. He felt her tremble as he circled his tip at her opening.
Her cry soft as his hand drifted down her spine and back up to her hair. He would tease her relentlessly before he took her.
“Gustaf.” She gasped as he continued to arouse her.
She tried to rock back, to force him inside her but his hand barred the way.
He left his tip at her entrance and leaned over her body.
“What do you want?” He asked at her ear as his hand tangled gently into her hair again.
“You.” She whimpered. “All of you.” She was begging for him now. “Please.” She wanted to feel him inside her, fucking her, taking her.
“I want you hard love.” He said warning her he was going to have her how he wanted. “I love taking you like this.”
“Please.” She cried again as his hand fisted a little tighter in her hair.
He slowly and gently tip fucked her for a few moments and then stilled, letting the anticipation build, her body quiver at the thought of him slamming into her. He pulled on her hair gently as he tightened his grip and bit down on her neck just below the ear, she’d have a mark there tomorrow.
“What do you want?” He asked again softly.
“You.” She breathed and screamed out as he plunged into her, filling her completely.
Those tight soft walls of her pussy gripped him as he started to thrust. Each stroke was strong, powerful, and merciless. He pounded into her, the need to fuck her overwhelming him.
She took every thrust he gave her, taking him deep. She fisted her hands in the sheets and began to rock back meeting his thrusts and driving him deeper.
“Yes.” He growled. “Fuck that feels good.” His groan of pure ecstasy urged her to go harder until he bottomed out.
“Sildie, yes.” He purred and closed his eyes relishing in the feel of her.
They found a furious rhythm, one that sated their need for each other, the need to fuck hard and take each other. He looked at her as he took her. His fist in her hair, cock penetrating, that gorgeous woman under him taking every inch of him, rippling with pleasure, fingers straining against the sheets.
Her whimper for him told him she was close, the unmistakable tremble through her body as she started to tense. He increased his thrusts and she followed, pushing each other toward climax.
“Go over.” He growled and pistoned his hips faster and harder. “Scream for me.” He whispered and bit that one spot on her neck he knew would destroy her.
Her body convulsed as a hoarse scream tore from her throat as she came. The soft whimpers into the mattress as it continued to tear her apart as Gustaf fucked her harder. She rocked back against him eager to feel his release, feel him give everything to her.
His body tensed and stilled for a split second before he erupted. Cock pulsing inside her he pounded into her, those silky walls milking him. Breathing heavily he gently lay on top of her and released the hold he had on her hair.
His fingers massaged her scalp as she turned to look at him. How did she tell him she loved him when they both weren’t ready for what that meant, she wondered? She kissed him with that unspoken love, it was all she had right now, the words would have to wait.
“You ok?” He asked and kissed her tenderly.
“I’m always ok when I’m with you.” Her words shook him. “I meant what I said last night, I’ll tell you if somethings not.”
“I like to check, like to ask.” He kissed her again. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“I know but you’re not. I like it when you’re in control. Unless I’m in the mood to show you a thing or two.” Her grin was playful and it made him grin mischievously, that twinkle in his eyes sparking something in her.
“Oh I like seeing your moves love.” He held her to him kissing her brow.
“I know, maybe you’ll see some later.” She smiled, at least he would tomorrow morning if she’d planned it right.
His alarm started to chime and she sighed. The bubble was burst, back to the real world.
“When later? Tonight later or later in the week later?” He asked grinning.
“You’ll have to wait and see later.” She chuckled and kissed that clever mouth. “I have to go.”
“I know. I’ll be over a little after dinner, there are a few things I have to take care of here before I head over. Assuming you want me there tonight?” He asked as she climbed out of bed to dress.
“Yes I would like you to stay the night again but understand if you need some space. It’s been a rough few days with me and coming home to our mess.” She’d understand if he wanted a night to himself, hell would understand if he said it’s too much I’m out.
She looked at him when he didn’t answer and raised her eyebrow in question.
“You’re beautiful.” Fuck he wished she was ready for those three little words. But if he was being honest he wasn’t ready for the rejection if it came, not from her.
“And you’re dodging the question.” Fully dressed she watched him stand. “Do you want to stay over tonight or sleep here?”
“I sleep where you sleep love.” He murmured in that low timbre that rippled through her body. “I just need to catch up on a few things.” His hands cupped her face gently and he kissed her.
“As long as you’re sure, just come over when you’re done.” She said softly and ran her fingers over his chest.
“Go get the kids, I’ll be over soon.” He kissed her and lingered, he was so gone over her.
He heard the click of the lock on his front door as she left and headed to his gym room. He didn’t have much to take care of but he did need this time to get things under control mentally and keep them there. He’d done a good job while he was away and he needed to keep that flowing into his time at home. She’d understand when he was ready to tell why he needed to work the bag, the potential violence in him, the anger that spiraled out of control when he didn’t keep it in check. For right now he needed to work hard at it, keep it under control.
His workout wasn’t as explosive as it had been when he was away, that was a positive, he was healing too. He was still working through his issues with Ana but it was better. The anxiety was under control and his anger was being kept on a tight leash.
He let the emotion from the morning bubble up. Pounded the bag with precise punches as the tears came. She was so wounded, so lost without her brother. It was something he couldn’t fix, couldn’t make better, he could only help her heal.
“Fuck I hope I’m not making this shit worse for her.” He breathed and held onto the bag resting his head against it a moment. “Just breathe.” He reminded himself. “Just breathe.”
He showered and sat for meditation and reflected on the love he had for Sildie. It was real, he felt the difference and it ran deeply. He was pretty sure she felt the same way and that was what worried him. They both had the potential to hurt each other, destroy each other. Hurt the kids, and that terrified him.
“Maybe that’s why neither of us have uttered those three little words.” He murmured to himself. “We don’t want to be hurt, hurt each other, or hurt the kids.” He sighed.
They had both been hurt in the past but he wouldn’t make the same mistakes, he’d promised her that. He wouldn’t compare the two women and maybe that’s what’s holding me back he thought. Maybe that’s why I haven’t said it, too busy thinking about how he’d said it almost instantaneously with Ana. And now he was too caught up in figuring out when the timing was right.
His eyes snapped open with the epiphany. “It’ll never be the right time, you just have to tell her how you feel.” He scrubbed a hand over his face and stood.
“I’m such an idiot.” He breathed and huffed a laugh.
“Friday, after the day in the snow when things have calmed down.” He decided. “No chickening out.” He said to his reflection on the hall mirror as he went to head over next door.
He heard the cheer of Gustaf’s here when he knocked on her door and had to laugh at the twins smiling faces as they opened the it and looked up at him.
“You’re late.” Liam said sternly.
“Late for what?” He asked coming inside and closing the front door, making sure to flip the lock.
“Game time silly. We were going to play games with you as soon as we got home.” Liam said and started to drag him to the couch. “And you weren’t here.”
“Liam give the guy a chance to get through the door and breathe.” Sildie said coming into the living area with a very grumpy Lily.
“Apparently I’m late for games.” He chuckled.
“I told them you had stuff to do and you’d be over later. Sorry, I guess they’re just excited to have you here.” Lily sobbed and clung to Sildie.
“Aww Lily bear what’s wrong little lady?” He asked.
Lily looked at him with those big blue eyes but didn’t move.
“Looks like she wants mum mum tonight.”
“Well mum mum is hoping she’ll go to sleep so she can start getting things cleaned up for tomorrow.” Gustaf rubbed Lily’s back and held out his hand for her to come to him but she didn’t. Instead she pushed his hand away with an unmistakable no and burrowed into Sildies shoulder.
“Looks like I’m in the dog house with her too.” He chuckled.
“No she’s just grumpy and tired. You hungry? We already ate but I have some leftovers.” She stood there and watched him. Something was bothering him, she could see him trying to hide it. He kissed her, that gentle tender kiss that spoke to her soul.
“You ok?” She asked as her brow knit.
“I am now.” He smiled and settled. He’d almost said it and realized she really wasn’t ready. There was too much on her plate. “Where’s Brendan?” He asked walking with her to the kitchen where he saw the kid having a blast.
“Cooking.” She smiled. “And he’s really good.” She added kissing him quickly.
He stood there talking with Brendan and watched Sildie move around the kitchen. He was always in awe of her, Lily attached to her hip, putting the kettle onto boil, fixing a plate for him. He felt guilty watching her work while he just stood there.
“Go sit down.” She said and carried the hot plate to the counter where he took it from her.
“Come sit with me.” He tugged her hand gently. “Have you eaten?”
“Yes I ate.” He looked past Sildie at Brendan and he signaled a little bit with his fingers. “Are you two in cahoots or something?”
“Just making sure you keep up your strength love.” He growled. “You’re going to need it later.” He didn’t specify when later would be.
“So will you.” She purred and went to make tea. She heard the stifled groan and smiled.
He ate and took his dish to the kitchen, rinsed everything and stacked the dishwasher while Sildie was bathing Lily.
“You doing ok B?” He asked quietly, leaning against the counter watching him.
The kid nodded but hadn’t really said much to him. He knew the next few days would be hard on them, especially Brendan. He understood things a little more and deeper than the twins.
“Well just know I’m here if you want to talk, let of something steam, be angry at, it’s all cool.” At his kind words Brendan burst into quiet tears and fell into Gustaf wrapping his arms around him tightly.
“I hate them for leaving us.” He sobbed, so quietly that Gustaf almost missed it.
“Hate is such a strong word.” He said gently. “You can be angry at them but I don’t think you hate them. In fact I think you love them and miss them so much it tears holes in your heart.” Brendan nodded at Gustaf’s words and let the tears fall.
“It’s just not fair.” He mumbled, his sob catching in his throat.
“No B it really isn’t.” He held the kid tightly as he watched Sildie come out of the bathroom with Lily and come to an abrupt halt in the doorway.
He saw the question on her face of is his ok, and he answered with a nod. This is what the kid needed and this was what he’d said he was here for. It only made her love the man more for what he was to them.
“I wish to every shooting star I could make this better but I can’t.” He murmured.
“You do though.” Brendan said softly. “You’re here.” He pulled away from Gustaf and wiped his eyes. “Thanks.” He said and sniffed, his voice coming back to normal.
“Anytime. You want a drink?” Gustaf asked and fetched a water at his nod.
“Finally she went down.” Sildie said walking into the kitchen ready to do dishes. She didn’t give anything away that she’d seen Brendan cry, that was between him and Gustaf. “Who?” She asked pointing to the dishes and turning to look at Gustaf.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smirked at her over his teacup and sipped his tea.
The twins eventually talked him into playing a game before they had to go to bed.
“You guys know this is only for this week right? When it’s regular school time it’s no games and bed at your normal time.” He said as he tucked them in.
“We know. It’s your birthday tomorrow.” Finn grinned.
“It is.” He chuckled. It always amazed him how quickly a kids brain processed stuff and moved on. “And Lily’s.”
“Does that mean double pancakes?” Liam grinned, the kid was a bottomless pit when it came to food.
“I don’t know, that all depends on how well you go to sleep tonight.” He said slyly, motivation was key with seven year olds.
“Are you sleeping over again tonight?” Finn asked quietly.
“ I was planning to. You guys ok with that?” To his relief they both nodded.
“We want you to stay every night.” They said in that broken sentence pattern only twins could do. It amazed him how one kid would start the sentence and the other finish it flawlessly, without even looking at each other. They just knew what each other was thinking. Most of the time he just thought they were messing with him but from what Sildie had tried to explain, it really was a twin thing.
“Well we’ll have to work on that ok. I have to sleep at my own home sometime.” And it was the truth, they would have to sleep separately at some point and it would be torture.
“Straight to sleep now ok. Lots of birthday fun tomorrow.” They pulled him in for a hug and giggled as he lost his balance and squished them with his body weight.
“Goodnight boys.” He chuckled from the doorway and flipped the light off.
“Gustaf?” Finn asked.
“Yeah?”
“Love you.” Came his tiny voice.
“Love you both.” He said quietly. Shutting the door half way he headed out to see Sildie watching him.
He walked to her and stopped in front of her.
“Hello love.” He murmured.
“Hi.” She reached up and kissed him, that slow burn and a promise of more.
He deepened it as his arms circled her drawing her closer.
“Brendan’s finishing up the cake, tea?” She asked pulling away, she was still a little shy about showing her affection for him in front of the kids which he’d expected. That would come with time too, it was all new to them.
“Damn that looks good.” He said to Brendan as the Kladdkaka cooled on the rack and the kid’s smile beamed. “Do I have to wait until tomorrow?” He winked at Brendan and went to break a piece off.
Sildies hand shot out and slapped his away. “Yes you have to wait. It’s not your birthday yet.” She saw the smolder in his eyes at her slap, his grin mischievous.
“Goodnight Ama.” Brendan chuckled and hugged her.
“Night love and thank you for cooking.” She smiled at him and watched him hug Gustaf. She sucked those tears up, hadn’t she cried enough today already?
“Night Gustaf.” The kid gave him another huge hug and Gustaf wrapped him up in his arms and squeezed.
“Night buddy.”
Alone at last he let the silence settle on them, the calm he’d been waiting for. He’d forgotten how intense kids were all the time. He wouldn’t change it for anything in the world though.
Sildie sat at the table with him and sighed out as she poured a fresh cup of tea.
“Long day.” He said softly and stroked a knuckle up her arm.
“I’m glad I got that nap in. Long and emotional, it wears you out.” She looked at him and saw the tiredness there. “You’re tired love.”
“A little.” He took her hand in his and pulled her so she was straddling his lap. “This makes it better though.” He kissed her tenderly and let his hands roam her body with no real intent for arousal.
They sipped their tea and let the soothing touch relax them both. The soft caresses, gentle kisses, and murmured words settled.
She stood and took his hand, she was ready to pass out. The day had sucked all her energy and he’d just soothed her to the point of being a puddle of goo. She wanted him naked and warm, and to snuggle with him.
He closed the door quietly and checked on Lily. The tiny girl was still out cold. He felt that overwhelming emotion for the child, the child who called him dad dad.
He turned to look at Sildie and her lips pressed against his softly. Slender fingers tenderly removed his shirt and jeans, his briefs following. She was tired but she wanted him, that slow give and take that helped her sleep, helped her heal.
“Sildie.” He breathed as his hands caressed her sides. “My Sildie.”
She was his, she wouldn’t be anyone else’s now. She was so in love with him but knew he wasn’t ready to hear those words yet. Ana had a lot to do with that. She wanted to tell him, to have him believe her but she felt if she told him now he’d spiral and she couldn’t handle the hurt, the rejection.
His hands tenderly removed her sweater and leggings. The black lace arousing him as his fingers brushed over it as he gently released her body from it.
He held her naked and soft against him, her curves pressing into him. The feel of her skin beneath his fingers as they trailed over her. Her lips supple as he kissed her with that love that was locked deeply inside him.
Laying her down he pressed her into the mattress with his full weight. She wrapped her legs around his hips and with a gently thrust he slipped inside her. His rhythm was slow, tender, but deep.
He intertwined his fingers with hers and held them as he took her. Neither of them able to touch the other.
“Look at me.” He whispered and saw her eyes find his in the faint glow from Lily’s night light.
He ground his pelvis against her clit and swallowed the soft cry as she came, that lush curvy body writhing beneath him. He quickened his pace a little before a quiet groan escaped his throat as he found release.
He rolled so she was on top and pulled the covers over them. She was almost asleep when he rolled again so she was half on the mattress and the rest of her curled into him.
“Thank you.” She murmured.
“What for love?” He was puzzled.
“For today. For listening.” She yawned and threw her leg over his getting comfortable. “For being here with me.”
“Always.” He kissed the top of her head and smiled. She’d gone under. “Always love.”
He let his mind blank and breathed in the woman in his arms. Sleep took him just quickly.
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