#(when I say “exploded” I AM NOT EXAGGERATING)
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prove your love
spencer reid x bau!fem!reader
synopsis: lila gives your boyfriend heart eyes. when he’s assigned to stay over at her place you’re pissed. when spencer comes home, he makes sure to show his love for you. SMUT!!! minors dni
warnings: dom/sub, praise kink, oral sex (fem receiving), piv, various positions, overstimulation, pet names such as trouble, sweetheart, love, etc. very cheesy.
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you slip your heels off in the hall with an aggravated huff. ‘look on the bright side, the case is over.’ your brain tries to tell you but the many sights and experiences of lila disrespecting you and glaring at you wasn’t going to leave your brain anytime soon. meanwhile, spencer got the opposite treatment, compliments, heart eyes, and lingering handshakes the entire time. she even slipped him her number, that little—
“hey,” spencer says, knocking you out of your thoughts. he can tell your brains conjuring something up. he can practically see the cogs turning in your head. “what’s got you so worked up?” he asks, taking a step towards you. his hands settle on your hips then travel to your lower back. he smiles down at you.
“nothing.” you dismiss, light and airy. trying to act unbothered. “why do you think i’m mad?” you question back, a little too defensive for your liking. “are you asking me to profile you?” he grins. you don’t get the chance to speak before he starts, “for starters, you practically ripped your heels off and threw them, you’re all tense, your fists were balled up and i can tell your thinking hard about something.” he exaggerates.
“you’re wrong because i am perfectly fine.” you state matter of factly. brushing his hands off you and walking to the bedroom. he follows after you. “holding in emotions, specifically anger, can have detrimental effects on one’s mental health. the constant internal struggle to suppress emotions can lead to even more stress, anxiety and even depression.” spencer explains. you just hum in response, searching in your closet for something comfortable, your mind doesn’t stop running about stupid lila though. he watches you. it wasn’t uncommon, he loved to observe you. most of the time it was just to see your pretty face while you were in thought but other times he liked to study your behavior and learn your routines. spencer liked to do it with you.
“you’re staring,” you comment. “i can’t help it.” he flirts. “oh please, did you tell lila that too today?” you let slip. you flush. glad you aren’t face to face with spencer right now. “that’s what this is about?” he chuckles. “cmere,” he says. you stumble over to the bed and he pulls you onto his lap. “you know i love you right?” he says. you nod. not looking at him. “so much, like i am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you, or whatever bella said.” he makes a twilight reference. you were the one who forced him to watch it. you giggle a little, meeting his eyes. he smiles. “there’s my girl.” he murmurs. your heart swoons. his hands settle on your waist and he leans in. you kiss, it’s almost like a breath of fresh air. when he pulls away, still keeping close he speaks. “i think i need to prove how much i love you, hmm?” he hums. “you don’t need to.” you mumble. “but i want to, please?” he pleads. you don’t protest for long. “okay.. if you must.” you giggle. he smiles. he’s so pretty you feel like your going to explode.
as he places you on your back, unbuttoning your shirt, he starts to spit out another fact. “did you know men are more jealous of sexual infidelity than emotional?” he asks. “women are actually the opposite, they get more jealous with ‘emotional cheating’ than sexual.” he takes his time, you always loved how smart he was. it turned you on.
“i wasn’t jealous,” you say. “oh really?” he snorts. slipping off your shirt. “yeah.” you say. he instructs you to lift your hips so he can slide your pants off. “mhmm..” he says. eyes focused on your body, he’s too distracted to make a smart comment. “she was pretty, i guess.” you try to say. lila was gorgeous. he just chuckles and shakes his head. not bothering to comment. he dips down and kisses you. nose accidentally bumping against yours and teeth clashing. it was messy, just how you liked it. “what was that thing about kissing and shaking hands?” you ask, just to hear him talk.
“the number of pathogens transferred from just a single handshake is staggering. it’s safer to kiss,” he says into the skin of your neck. “that’s interesting, tell me more.” you smile. he groans. “i can tell you all about it later, can’t i just take care of my baby now?” he smiles. “baby? what happened to trouble?” you grin. “you are trouble,” he sighs. lovingly of course. you giggle as he kisses down from your neck to your collarbone, then unbuckles your bra without struggle. pulling it off. he trails down to your tummy, pressing little kisses here and there. making you antsy. he reaches the spot you need him most and smiles into your skin as you squirm a little. “patience, trouble.” he says. he plants a firm kiss on your hipbone and pulls your panties down with one hand. “you’re so pretty,” he smiles. eyes flickering to your face. “all mine, hmm?” he hums and you nod enthusiastically. he chuckles and thumbs experimentally at your clit.
you press your hips up into his touch, leaning into it. chasing that feeling. he smirks, inserting two fingers slowly. he paws at that spongy spot within your walls. you let out a quiet moan and spencer doesn’t deem it good enough, he starts punching at the spot. abusing it almost. this pulls another moan out of you and he speeds up the movements on your clit. you almost see heaven as you arch your back, eyes rolling back. he leans down, attaching his lips on your clit and sucking harshly. thank god you weren’t standing because you would’ve doubled over with how strong your orgasm was. you try to get the words out but only pant. spencer can tell, “gonna cum, trouble?” he asks. then continues his attack on the bundle of nerves. the coil in your belly snaps, climaxing with his name on your lips.
the sound of your slick fills the room as spencer works you through your organism. eyes trained on your pussy. his fingers are pulled out, given a quick lick and suddenly his mouth is on you. lapping and drinking up your release like a man starved. “spence, wait— gimme a minute-“ moan.
your begs fall on deaf ears as he’s absolutely lost in you. there’s no pulling him out. you reach your hand down and bury it in his hair. pressing your hips into the bed to escape the overstimulation. trying to tug him off, he doesn’t listen though. moaning into you when you pull on his hair. the vibrations make you even more sensitive before, his nose brushes up against your clit as two strong hands come to hold you down on either side.
you moan, tears pricking in your eyes from the overstimulation. everything’s magnified by 10. the obscene sounds of your pussy fill the room as your poor clit is abused, spencer’s tongue prodding into you, milking you for everything you have to offer. the familiar hear fills your belly and you can feel the coil start to unwind. “spence—“ you sob. cumming again. riding against his face. you can feel that bastard smirk against you as he greedily laps up your release. “you’re okay,” he coaxs. finally pulling off of you. he presses a kiss to your mound then pulls himself up, he kisses your cheek. then wipes the stray tears on your cheek.
“hi pretty,” he says with a smile. your eyes meet his and you smile, a little dazy. “you have something on your face.” you say, remaints of cum. “do i?” he chuckles. he wipes it off with the back of his hand and kisses you. you can taste yourself on his tongue. “love you so much,” he mumbles against your lips. you don’t get the chance to respond before he’s kissing you again. a little tongue slipping in as he gets carried away. he messily kisses the corner of your mouth, then latches onto your neck. he works at his zipper, multitasking.
begrudgingly, he pulls away from you, slipping down his pants and kicking them off haphazardly. you tug at his shirt and he takes the hint to pull it off. undoing his tie and throwing it somewhere. when he FINALLY takes his shirt off you get to run your hands along his torso giddily. “y’so pretty,” you mumble. “this isn’t about me, it’s about you, trouble.” he says. slipping off his boxers. his cock slips angrily against his stomach and you almost whine. he leans down and kisses you as he slowly pushes in. the stretch burns but is bearable. “i know. its okay,” he whispers. he presses to the hilt, nudging against your cervix. you feel full, his hand slithers down and presses against your lower belly. “mmphh.” you whimper against his lips. he devours the sound and keeps his lips on yours as he starts to thrust in and out of you. pulling his head back to see your face every so often as the tip nudges against that sweet spot. it’s torturous how slow he’s going. you’re so overstimulated, tears start falling out of your eyes.
he smiles down at you, picking up the pace a little. his face contorts and he lets out a moan. you involuntarily clench at that and it punches out another sound. “trouble— can’t keep doing that.” he slurs. the wet sounds of him shoving your slick out of you fill the room as your hips collide. teeth and noses brush together messily and he’s practically devouring you. everything’s happening so fast. before you know it you’re coming again, his name recited on your lips. he works you through it, slamming into you with a feverish pace. you constrict around him and he’s not long after you, pressing himself as far as he can into you and coming. he’s whining,
you pant, he’s collapsed ontop of you. buried in your neck. tears roll down your face. “good girl, good job. taking me so well.” he praises breathily. taking? “..taking..?” you say. “don’t you mean took?”
“we aren’t done.” he lifts himself up from your shoulder, pushing his glasses up. the both of your climax leaks around his dick and spills out of you slowly. “i can’t!” you start to cry as he pulls out, he presses your knees to your chest and shoves himself back in. so much for catching your breath. “you will,” he says softly. beginning to thrust in and out of you, he’s so deep you feel it in your stomach. “that’s it, my good girl huh?” he praises into your neck, a pang of arousal shoots through your body and you can feel yourself get wetter. “spence—“ “none of the whining, you can take it.” he says. he bites at your jawline. you moan loudly. everything feels so good, it’s too much. he reaches down and starts to rub figure eights into your clit gently, a contrast to the brutal pace he had going. “there ya go, taking me so well.” he murmurs, pulling his teeth off and kissing gently. “ah- i- gonna.. cum.” you force out. almost forgetting how to talk. “let go baby.” he says. your back arches, eyes rolling back, clinging to him as if he was the one keeping your grounded. he follows after, shooting cum into you with a whimper and a “nngh.”
it’s unreal. you see stars.
when you come down from your high, your sat on spencer’s lap, dick still intact. you sob, falling into his shoulder and clinging onto him. “i can’t spence.” you sniffle from the overstimulation. if you had to come again you’d probably scream. you’d also scream though if he pulled out.
“the world record for most female orgasms in an hour is a hundred and ah- fuck, thirty six” he says as you clench around him. “i think you can.” he smirks. you push his glasses up.
you bite back, “nerd.”
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that’s it
not proofread
i’m sick asf rn 🥰
#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid smut#dom spencer reid#sub reader#criminal minds fic
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TIL...
...that if you drop bakers'-chocolate chips into boiling cream, they explode.
Also, the ganache-in-the making breaks and turns into something more like a batch of sticky glossy pebbles than anything else.
NOT RECOMMENDED.
...Recommended instead:
(a) Pour the hot cream into the chocolate chips, NOT the other way around.
(b) Then stir constantly until it becomes beautiful and dark and creamy and glossy. AND HAS NOT EXPLODED.
(That'll teach me to do cooking stuff before I've had my tea...)
ETA for those kindly inquiring: I’m fine… it missed me. Not an experience I’ll need to repeat, fortunately. 😏
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I knew today was going to be a bad day.
#we were just so fucking busy and stressed. esp bc one girl didnt even show up today so we were understaffed#and over an hour ago this old bitch did SOMETHING in the bathroom and it overfilled and clogged the toilet#and my fucking fatass dumb coworker Flushes the toilet and literall#i am NOT fucking exaggerating when i say old man feces went ALL OVER THE FUCKING FLOOR.#LITERALLY FLOODED OUT OF THE TOILET BOWL AND ALL OVER.#you could dedass smell it from wayy on the other end of the store#it took over an hour of clean up and febreeze and bleach and just#good fucking lord#i helped out but it was mostly my manager/pal who had to clean it#and bc he was out of commission and my fatass coworker didnt have any food to make or anything#it was JUST me and one other girl doing EVERYTHING ELSE#fucking scrambling#and shit kept breaking down and some stuff kinda exploded in the middle of the rush#and the stupid bastard just stood there and watched#AND HE WAS STILL THE FIRST TO BE ABLE TO FUCKING LEAVE#im so. fucking upset rn im actually in tears from stress#if i see him again tomorrow yo im Literally gonna beat some ass if he fucking dares try to talk to me#im NOT gonna put up with his bull fucking shit anymore im literally fuckign done#one word motherfucker. say one fucking word to me and im gonna cuss you the fuck out#dont think for a goddamn fucking second that i fucking wont
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typed out a wholepost about how i constantly crave attention ornevencjust That Person. drafted it because i said waymore thwn i want people to see (i am haha unstable on here. buti dont want to. like. i dont want you guys seeing me just. unstable). stood up. realized imwearing my exes shirt. and now im doing even worse. so. haha feeing kind of unstable here
#i wish i cried easier because how else am i supposedto fucking. get these emotions out.#like yeah writing that post made me feel a bitbetter but. this shit is like. its so much a part of me that i dont think ill ever be able to#escape it. like yes obviously i need therapy but. i just. idk#my self defense mechanisms have always been too strong. to like. have therapy be helpful#being surrounded by suicidal kids. really teaches you what to say and what not to say to a therapist. like#its hard to explain im just. to this day i dont thinkid ever be honest about suicidal feelings or self harm thoughts because. like#no offense to the whole of psychiatry. im not going to your fucking hell house of an inpatient center.#and i have so little faith in therapists that im just so sure. that the second that i say one wrong thing i get shipped off to the .#places of ly nightmares. no im not exaggerating like. both have my siblings have been where i would be sent. it is Not A Good Place.#neither is the bigger one around here :) both are known for their horrible fucking treatment.#my brother was just some kid they would shove pills in to see if they work. they diagnosed him with dvery thing they could so they could#hhhhuhm. when did this become about my fucking therapy trauma i think ive gotten rid of the firdt breakdown by having a separate. Issue#anyways. im sure therapists are great for other people but i dont fucking know how ill ever be able to trust a therapist#side note: if a family therapist ever getd brought up in conversation. kill yourself it will save you the trauma.#whew um. really said a lot here now i dont even want to post this one#i will because at the end of the day im always starving for attention. but like#haha please dont like. give me pity or shit. i am not posting it for anyone to see it and go aw :( poor jacey wacey :((#im posting this because i feel likemy head will explode if i dont let these emotions out somehow#jace.txt
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"Uh, excuse me, I have a job for you."
*Eddie gestures to The Goods*
😏
God why do I have a full blown mental image. Oh and of course, smut ensues. 😅
Warnings: oral male receiving, allusions to fem oral, established relationship.
"Oh, and what am I supposed to do with that?" You ask, curling an eyebrow, but there's a hint of mischief behind your eyes.
"Well, you're not feeling great and you always say you feel better when you entertain for Eddie Jr and the Goblins-"
"The Goblins??" You giggle, hand forming over your mouth to hide your amusement.
"Yeah, the Goblins. Ugly, wrinkly, live in the underdark?" He shrugs with wide eyes, as if this is stated fact.
The laugh that expels from your chest can no longer be hidden, ringing out long and loud. To Eddie's absolute amazement and joy, you fall to your knees.
"So, Eddie Jr's been missing me? And his little Goblins need some attention too, huh?" Small fingers run up Eddie's fly, locating the zip to pull it down with exaggerated slowness.
Eddie's next words are stuttered at best.
"Y-yeah, I-I mean, o-of course, fuck... but th-they ain't little."
Chuckling as you shuffle his jeans and boxers midway down his toned thighs, your firm palms drag up his exposed skin, relishing in the shake that takes over his legs.
"Of course not. Big, manly goblins."
As if to accentuate your point, you roll one of his heavy balls inbetween your lips, tongue circling it wetly.
"O-oh holy- fuck, sweetheart!"
"I thought they were-"
"OK, OK, just- please-"
Smiling and palming his length, you lick his tip, gathering the small pearl of pre cum, the taste exploding on your tongue.
"Aah, yeah, take it princess."
Happy to oblige, you envelop the whole of him into your warm wet mouth, gagging slightly when it hits the back of your throat. Working the moistened shaft with one hand, you swallow around him, revelling in the feel of his throbbing length in your mouth. Its oddly conforting; a distraction to keep you mindful and grounded in the here and now. He feels warm and solid, pulsating with need so violently that it cries for you. A salty, coagulation of a tear; hitting your throat with the tang of requirement.
"Fuck, sweetheart, th-thats, oh fuck, you're so warm-"
Humming in response, you take him deep; as deep as you can go. Swallowing around him again and again, you roll his balls in your soft hands to coax him to completion.
You don't have long to wait.
"Sweetheart, oh holy hell I'm gonna- shiiit-"
Chuckling with him stuffed inside your mouth proves too much for Eddie. With a final shudder he explodes onto your waiting tongue, flooding each sense with his release.
You suck, and suck, until he blindly yanks you off of him with tears springing to the corners of his eyes.
"Job well done?" You ask cockily, the smug grin smeared all over. Until, he speaks.
"Yes. Now, its your turn. Lie back."
Oh shit.
#ms gexy writes#eddie munson smut#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfic#eddie x you#eddie x female reader#eddie munson x fem reader#eddie munson x female!reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x female reader
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Two's A Crowd
College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader
MDNI 18+
(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)
Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.
Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing
Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mention of a Fight, Additional Tags to be Added
Author's Note: Ahh thank you for 1,000 followers!! I don't even know how that happened!!
Anyways, I think it's a little anticlimactic? I just feel like since I am definitely not the kind to raise my voice, a shy reader wouldn't either. Besides, disappointment hurts more than anger, right?
Cross-posted onto AO3
Chapter 4:
Leon really did like you, honest. You were such a sweet girl, so innocent and clueless. Maybe it’s because he never gave his one night stands the time of day, or maybe it was just the sheer amount of time he had to spend with you to get this close, but now he knew he was a pretty terrible person for taking that bet
In the beginning he didn’t feel the slightest twinge of guilt due to the words the frat spewed at him. He knew all the right questions to ask, all the right things to say, the sweetness of it all had you under a spell. It was also such a menial thing to get, a single pair of panties… You probably wouldn’t even know it was missing!
But as time went on, it got harder and harder for Leon to stomach just what he was doing. You’d opened up so much to him about your home life, how stressed you were, how much pressure you were under. Doing this would absolutely ruin you so he did his best to convince himself that he was being the nice one by waiting to complete the bet until you had finished all your finals. All that time spent together had him second guessing, triple guessing, even quadruple guessing his decision to go through with this. The good grades were important to you, he didn’t want to draw your focus away from that.
It was a shame his friends couldn’t keep the damn thing to themselves even if their life depended on it. He’d explicitly told them that it’s done and there was nothing more to it, yet of course they just had to snicker and make snide little comments to each other the next day when they saw you in passing.
Leon wouldn’t admit out loud that you’d really grown on him over the months, so he could only brush his friends off whenever they’d tease him about getting angry whenever the topic arose. Chris was the worst out of all of them, being his best friend, it seemed like his mission was to dance on Leon’s nerves any chance he got.
“Delete that.” A scowl graced Leon’s features as he glared at Chris, who’d stepped back from the agitated man. Almost the entire frat had posed with the panties Leon stole from you, all of them making some form of exaggerated pose and face. What was only meant to be goofy on their part was making the man responsible furious.
“Relax, it’s just a picture. I thought you’d find it funny.” Chris chuckled, bringing his phone back in to look at it again himself. “You’re acting real sour for nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. You’re all acting like a bunch of fucking idiots and I’m sick of it. Now delete that damn picture before I smash your phone with a hammer.” The nonchalant attitude from Chris was driving Leon up the wall. He already knew he’d fucked up big time, and with the way everyone was acting would only get him into bigger trouble.
“Shut up, man.” Chris laughed, like this was all some big joke. Everything was a joke to him. “Acting like you’re gonna explode or something.” This man was an actual dumbass, never taking a moment to actually think about what consequences having photo evidence with the entirety of the frat’s members posing with something stolen would have.
Leon scoffed, holding his hands up before letting them fall dramatically to slap against the tops of his thighs. “No fucking way..” One hand came back up to cover his mouth, breathing out sharply through his nose. It was a sad attempt to keep himself from pouncing on the other man, seeing as not barely five seconds later he tackled Chris, hands scrambling to rip the phone from his hand.
Chris was a few inches taller than Leon, a bit stronger too, so the scuffle didn’t last long. Some punches thrown here, a few kicks there, and Leon had the wind knocked out of him at some point, thrown to the side and left to struggle to get up off the floor while Chris decided to make his way to a different part of the house, muttering under his breath all the while.
“God dammit-” Leon wheezed, on his hands and knees, one hand against his chest as he tried to catch his breath. Sure he reacted purely on instinct, but Chris could stand to be knocked down a few pegs in his opinion. The guy is an ass.
After finally collecting himself, Leon slowly spun around to rest his back against the foot of the couch, elbows resting on his knees. He coughed a couple times and let his eyes fall closed, eyebrows furrowed as he silently seethed. Chris was most definitely going to send that picture around since he obviously thinks it’s the funniest thing to ever grace this planet. You were going to see the picture. That thought alone had his head falling forward in defeat, breathing out a weak sigh and a few more coughs.
If he had just followed his own shitty advice, he would’ve taken a second to think about it. Why didn’t he just tell you in the first place? Why didn’t he just go to the store and buy a random pair of panties? Why did he follow through on such a meaningless bet?
Now that Leon thinks about it, he was the dumbass in this scenario. A royal one.
He probably sat there for an hour with his eyes closed, mind racing a million miles a minute. Trying not to make another stupid decision, he decided the best course of action would be to tell you before you saw that picture. You should hear it from him and not a total stranger. It was the right thing to do. Right?
He let out a few more strangled coughs and wheezes as he stood up off the floor and threw his coat on, beginning the walk of shame to your building. It wouldn’t have taken that long, but the snow and sludge on the ground made it a bit more dangerous, he needed to tread carefully. In more ways than one.
The extended walk left him alone with his thoughts, seeing as he didn’t grab his own phone to bring with him. With every step his mind grew heavier, an involuntary grimace scrunching his face up as he mulled over what exactly he’d done. He was mentally beating himself up over how easy it would’ve been to avoid this situation if he’d just thought outside of himself for one singular minute.
What had he done?
Leon stomped the excess snow off his boots once inside of the dorm building, hands hidden in the pockets of his jackets as he meandered over to the stairs to get up to the second floor where your dorm was. He took his sweet time, practicing what he wanted to say under his breath as he stared down at his feet while walking up the steps.
Your dorm was down the hall around the corner, allowing him the few extra seconds it would take to get there to get his heart under control. You would be mad, rightfully so, but would you forgive him? Is it selfish to hope that you would?
He stood in front of your door for a minute longer, hand hovering just in front of it, trying to bring himself to knock. Licking his dry lips, he quickly hit the knuckle on his index finger against the door three times, his eyes downturned. As much as he wanted to be the bigger person, it scared him to no end. He’s never cared this much before, so why was he so worried about it now?
Leon’s eyes shot up at the sound of the door opening, immediately showing his confusion when it was Sky on the other side. They didn’t say a word, but they looked mad, or at least very irritated. “Hey, I really need to talk to-,” they cut him off by simply holding up the palm of their hand to him, taking in a deep breath. “We saw it.”
Those three words made his heart drop to his stomach, his eyes quickly darting to look through the opening in the door to see if he could see you. “Please, if you would just let me explain I can-”
“Don’t embarrass yourself. Just go.” Sky was just about to close the door before they quickly looked over their shoulder, shutting the door almost all the way. Leon could hear them whispering to you, and though he desperately wanted to listen in, he decided to take a step back from the door and wait patiently. It was the least he could do.
He looked side to side to make sure no one was walking through the hallways, not wanting anyone to eavesdrop on such a sensitive situation. The door reopened, only this time it was you standing in the doorway. You looked so sad, so disappointed.
Leon hesitated before opening his mouth, yet you cut him off before he could even get a word in. “I trusted you,” you rasped quietly, a shaky sigh passing your lips, “I-.. I trusted you… and this is how you treat me..?” His shoulders slumped as he listened to you. He didn’t think he could feel any worse about this, but here you were, reminding him just how much of an ass he’s been.
“All that time we spent together.. all those kind, encouraging words you told me.. were all a lie?” You sniffled, arms slinking around yourself tightly. Sky was standing out of his view rubbing your back, knowing you wanted, no, needed to confront him yourself.
“No- I-..” Leon stuttered, trying to find the best way to explain everything. And no matter how many times he formulated it in his head, the explanation would never justify his actions. Instead he settled on something that would probably mean and do nothing for you. It was worth saying, though. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m so sorry,” his voice fell to a whisper as he repeated himself, eyes remaining on yours. What else could he say?
Silence fell between you as you only stared back at him with glassy eyes, your every breath shaky as you held back sobs. Crying in front of him would only give him more fuel, was your thought process. In your mind, he couldn’t even be trusted with your trash.
By now, Sky had walked over and grabbed your suitcase, rolling it over next to you. You were leaving a day earlier than you said you would, Sky having offered to drive you back home since your hometown was only a couple hours away from where theirs was.
You didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response, instead taking the handle of your suitcase from your friend before silently walking out of the room, past Leon, and down around the corner. He only stood and watched you walk off with a deep frown, head turning back to look at Sky when he heard them lock the door behind themself.
“You’re only sorry that you got caught.” They grumbled as they walked past him, giving him a quick yet harsh glare. They soon disappeared around the same corner you had, leaving him all alone in the now quiet hallway.
You were the nicest, most considerate person he’s ever had the pleasure to know and he blew it. The worst part about it all was you didn’t even seem mad, just heartbroken. Disappointed in him.
You had put so much of your trust into him, even after he’d been so nasty towards you in the beginning, and what did he do with it? He basically spit on it, lit it on fire, and then flushed the remnants. He was only annoyed with you the first few times he had to help you study, the bickering the two of you shared easily becoming one of the things he liked about you.
Leon honestly liked you from the start, so determined to pass a class that you’d put up with what was basically harassment from him. When he told his frat buddies about you, they were quick to draw up that bet. Unfortunately, he’d known most of these guys since middle school, and you were just a girl he met on chance. His friends’ words blanketed his own morals, and because they saw you as a target, so did he, that subconscious need for peer approval leading him to make one of the worst decisions he’s ever made thus far.
If he was in your shoes, he’d raise hell, so your decision to leave was completely understandable. For some reason you’d let him off easy and he knew he didn’t deserve such light treatment.
All he could do now was hope you’d come back next semester. He’d be fine just getting to see you in passing since you most likely wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him anymore, your friends would certainly keep him at a distance away from you.
Would writing a message be okay? You need time before he approaches the topic with you. Should he leave you be? No, you deserve an apology, even if you don’t want it, nor accept it.
Someone brushed by Leon, breaking his train of thought. He was still standing in the hallway in front of your dorm room. He needed to go and try to make this right, or at the very least rip everyone at the frat a new one. He wasn’t sure, maybe it was because he was angry at them and himself, but leaving the frat sounded like a pretty good way to start righting his wrongs. Not before he made sure that the picture was wiped from everyone’s phone and the panties he stole were kept far away from everyone there.
Chris sent the picture to you, which means it was sent to a bunch of other people too. He’ll spend all winter break tracking down every last person it was sent to, tell professors what he’d done just so it didn’t spread any further. And if it meant he’d lose his scholarship, then so be it.
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its time for scp required reading... TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
please for the love of god heed the fucking warnings im so serious . like as much as i want to keep the tone of this post jokey and funny you NEED to heed the warnings on these
ok with that out of the way. read about my blorbos boy
''incident 239-b clef-kondraki'' (general warning for violence and blood/gore) - this one fucks. thats all i have to say about it
''technical issues'' - this one's funny + im biased because i fucking love pat the tech guy
''routine psychological evaluations by doctor glass'' - again i have personal bias about this (<- simon glass enjoyer + host is a glass introj) + this ones funny + if you're more into the fanon versions of the foundation staff this is right up your alley
''tradition'' - halloween party fun :-)
''dr cimmerian hits reply all'' - this is exactly what it sounds like i don't now what to tell you
''stupid cupid / stupid cupid: stop picking on me!'' - my house my rules read about cimmerian and his boytoy
''hawaiian shirts'' - clef fucking Breaks. thats all i can say about this without exploding into viscera
''help me my (love for) my daughter was born too still'' (general warning for mentions of child death) - i have personal bias about this (<- #1 agatha rights enjoyer) but this tale is So Good in general and a super interesting look at how agatha perceives herself and her work/life balance
''so leave yourself alone.'' (warning for graphic depictions of vomit and attempted suicide) - REALLY really really good look at clef kind of dropping his cruel persona and iris' mental health struggles regarding the foundation
''yesterday'' (warning for violence and implied/reference suicide. kind of.) - :-( <- this is the only way i can express my emotions about this tale. anyway it's really good and an interesting way of showing clefs relationships with people
''an apple a day...'' - REALLY good look at how dr glass is as a person and how he acts with people + this entire tale fucks SEVERELY
''personal log of dr gears / personal log of █████ 'iceberg' ████'' - good example of how gears and iceberg both format their documents / how they speak + its vaguely gearsberg + this gives a look at how gears and iceberg met. read the gearsberg tale boy
''portraits of your father'' (warning for graphic alcoholism, suicide, survivors guilt, and blood/gore) - super good look at draven and his relationship with his father, and kondraki's alcoholism, and also talloran is there. also three cheers for dravoran
''life's cold'' - most normal day iceberg has at this fuckass foundation + this is a good look at how iceberg acts and thinks
''fond memories'' (warning for death and body horror) - draven proposes! Draven proposes.
''scp-3999'' (warning for bugs, paranoia, death, body horror, sexual assault/rape, unreality, self harm, and depictions of bodily mutilation) - unironically this one fucks me up so bad its so fucking good dude. go read about james talloran RIGHT NOW
''i stared into the face of everything and nothing and made it back alive'' - this one also fucks me up so bad like i dont even have anything to say. read about talloran and draven RIGHT NOW
''you are at the center of everything that happens to you'' - james talloran talks to himself. kind of.
''a suicide note'' (warning for mentions of rape, child murder, survivors guilt, and suicide) - interesting look at clefs thoughts on him and his work
''date night'' - objectum win! dr alto clef is objectoromantic AND objectosexual! <- that should tell you all you need to know about this one
''scp-4231 / montauk house'' (warnings for graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, child abuse/neglect, murder, domestic violence, verbal/physical abuse and survivor's guilt) - absolutely gut-wrenching look at alto clef/francis wojciechoski and why he's so fucked up. uh genuinely do read the warnings on this one because when i say graphic i am not exaggerating. all of these things are explored in detail and are genuinely triggering so.
''okay, that's enough, let's get you home'' (warnings for some dubious make-out sessions, (mentioned) suicide, implications of rape/sexual assault, and vomit) - shameless moldhouse plug sorry not sorry. HIGHLY recommend reading this and it's other parts in their entirety because it genuinely drives me up the fucking wall it is So good. i will sing moldhouses praises until my throat goes out. read moldhouse Now
''duke 'till dawn'' - bpd king!!!!! anyway i dont have a lot of thoughts on this its just really good. also i didnt know dracula was an actual scp until i read this which is kind of funny to me
''rights' birthday party'' - my house my rules you're going to read about agatha rights whether you like it or not
''sex at a frigid temperature'' - again, my house my rules. read the depressing gearsberg tale, boy.
''7 things that new level 3 researchers should know'' - i dont have any thoughts on this i just think this one has really cool formatting
''home is where i want to be'' - no greater thoughts this is just really neat i think. also kiryu labs is in it and im biased as fuck
''gentle wings flutter quietly in the dark'' - read about zyn kiryu NOW
#[ren]#HHHHOLY FUCKKK. THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. AUUHGGH AUGHGHH AUUUGUHGHGH#please. please for the love of god reblog this im begging you#i did not put in all this goddamn work listing this shit for it to go unnoticed. coughing up blood#uhh. what else do i say.#honorable mentions to glass x diogenes 4ever! ; ship in a bottle ; and major tom which i left out. rest in pussy sweet princes#also if youre gonna ask ''wheres ___?'' the answer is probably either ''i dont like that one and therefore didnt include it'' or ''i have-#-literally never heard of that what the fuck are you talking about''#scp foundation#<- so i can find this later
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Kenergy (Jschlatt)
A/n: I have been listening to the ai cover of im just ken for a minute and i wanted to write this >soooo< here it is :)
Link to the video -> <3
(also my first time writing in 2nd person, so its kinda weird)
Schlatt sat hunched over his desk, fully immersed in the world of Truck Driver Simulator, his audience watching eagerly as he navigated virtual roads and delivered cargo. His gruff commentary and sharp wit kept his viewers entertained, while his fingers deftly controlled the game.
In the midst of Schlatt's stream, the door to his office creaked open, revealing you, his ever-cheerful girlfriend. A glint of mischief danced in your eyes as you tiptoed into the room, carrying a secret plan of action. You hold up a finger to your mouth, signaling chat to stay quiet.
As Schlatt continued to grumble about virtual traffic and in-game mechanics, you connected your phone to his speaker. The all too familiar sound of “I'm just Ken” filled the air, and you couldn't help but stifle a giggle as you saw Schlatt's reaction. Schlatt's brow furrowed slightly as he hears that the voice singing the song was not Ryan Gosling, but him? Your current obsession was any sort of Schlatt AI covers and this one was your favorite. You were just waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it.
He blinked, his fingers momentarily faltering on the keyboard. He exchanged a quick glance with you, confusion etched on his features. But you were already in character, embodying the spirit of the song with playful exaggeration.
As the lyrics started, you couldn't resist the urge to ham it up. Your hands gesturing with flair as you began to act out the lyrics behind his chair with an exaggerated enthusiasm.
"Doesn't seem to matter what I do I'm always number two. No one knows how hard I tried, oh-oh, I-"
Chat immediately caught on, and the messages flooded in:
"COMMON GF W!"
"SHE'S SERENADING SCHLATT!"
"OMG, I CAN'T BREATHE!"
With a grin, you continued your theatrical performance, your voice rising dramatically as you sang with faux sadness.
"'Cause I'm just Ken. Anywhere else, I'd be a ten Is it my destiny to live and die a life of blond fragility?"
Schlatt’s eyes darted between you and the game, his determination to stay in character wavering just a bit. But you weren't finished. You sang the next line with a twinkle in your eye, directing it specifically at him, teasing him.
"Where I see love, she sees a friend"
Your playful tone didn't escape him, and the chat exploded with excitement
Schlatt’s facade cracked slightly.
“I wanna know what it’s like to love
To be the real thing
Is it a crime? Am I not hot when I'm in my feelings?”
With an extra flair, you approached Schlatt and, as part of your performance, accidentally hit his arm. He blinked and turned toward you, his eyes narrowing slightly, but you just grinned and carried on with the song.
At some point you rest a hand in his hair. With the tension of the game momentarily forgotten, Schlatt couldn't help but smile. He swatted your hand away, feigning annoyance, but his eyes twinkled with fondness
Schlatt's gaze remained fixed on you, a mixture of bemusement and adoration in his eyes. He couldn't help but feel his grumpy demeanor crack under the weight of your antics and the shared sentiment of the song.
As the song came to an end, the room was filled with silence, save for the soft fading of the music. Schlatt’s stare lingered on you, his emotions caught between fondness and frustration. But before he could react, his truck in the game veered off the road and crashed with a resounding thud.
"FUCK!" Schlatt shouted, his grumpy façade shattering completely as he stared at the digital wreckage.
The chat erupted in laughter, fans typing out a chorus of "F" for Schlatt's virtual trucking misadventure.
Schlatt shot a glare at the chat, his frustration palpable. Then you laughed, walking over to his desk and ruffling his hair affectionately. "I’m sorry, Ken." you say grinning.
He rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in his gaze that couldn't be denied. "Yeah, yeah, Toots, just don't sing me off the road again.”
#jschlatt x reader#schlatt#chuckle sandwich x reader#chuckle sammy#schlatt x reader#schlatt x you#jschlatt x you#kenergy#im sorry
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Yugo should feel weirded out by Echo.
I am so confused about Echo’s whole deal with Oropo mainly because of what Oropo is supposed to be.
Isn’t she aware that he looks like Yugo??? So many people around her say that he does, even Yugo said the same thing to Adamaï back when they were both stuck in the Inglorium.
Like if people around Echo keep saying that he looks like a copy-paste, then she should be able to know the similarities too. There’s no way she couldn’t have been aware cuz she’s been with Oropo the longest and was practically his diary for all these millenniums.
And here’s why it bothers me so much.
SHE SHOULD KNOW.
The fact that she and him have been in a relationship too is extremely odd cuz she KNOWS she’s essentially screwing with one of Yugo’s alter egos….
It’s obvious that Oropo and her have done things….cuz like…the bed scene in Season 3 implied it.
So…yeah.
I wish Echo could’ve talked to Yugo at least once in Season 3 but the two never interacted. The only two instances where they’ve been somewhat in the same scene were when Eva had given birth to Pin and when they both saw Oropo and Amalia kissing. So even if they were in the same place at the same time, these two never even spoke to each other let alone glanced at one another.
Like I really want Yugo to be weirded out by this lol. To know that a random eniripsa demigoddess has been screwing with one of his copies.
Oropo even says these in S4 EP1: “Here you are, whole again.” And “We are a part of you.”
So when I say Echo has been plowing a part of Yugo this whole time, I’m not exaggerating. She was literally doing that.
Also here’s another thing, when Yugo had finally accepted the eliotropes to be parts of himself, that meant he was able to see what their lives had been like, to know who they were, and what they’d gone through. So wouldn’t that technically mean that he also saw memories of Oropo with Echo? We did see how Yugo got a glimpse of Oropo and Echo’s kiss right before the bomb exploded so that would imply Yugo saw everything.
How does he feel? Isn’t he weirded out???
I get that Season 4 didn’t have everything explained because of the damn budget but even if they did have it, I wouldn’t be surprised if Ankama wouldn’t dig deeper into this.
It’s just completely random to think about but it still exists. It’s still something that Yugo can think about, reflect on, and try to process what he just understood.
Toross is one thing to have been harassed by but being indirectly harassed by a demigoddess eniripsa is another thing entirely.
Bro technically got jumped by two divinities help-
Like no shade on Echo but girl what are you doing.
Like just picture this and pretend the same thing happened to you:
You’re 21 years old but you came to find out that not only did you accidentally create a whole race entirely composed of fragments of YOUR SPIRIT, but one of those fragments ended up getting into all sorts of shenanigans with some demigoddess who you had never met in your life.
And I know you’re gonna say: “But Oropo is his own person, he has thoughts and feelings too. That’s why he was able to love someone who wasn’t in his creator’s life, making him carve his own path to his destiny! 😫😫”
Gurl.
That’s putting feelings over logic.
Oropo is a PART of YUGO. Oropo doesn’t even disagree with that either. He doesn’t correct Yugo when he tells him that they’re supposed to be the same person.
Like I said before, he literally tells Yugo that all the eliotropes are parts of him, literal alter egos.
Without Yugo, he can’t live.
Without Yugo, he can’t think.
Without Yugo, he can’t be.
He literally cannot exist on his own because he is a part of Yugo. That’s why the majority of eliotropes can’t live for very long because their main core, Yugo, isn’t with them. That’s why Oropo tried to morph into Yugo so he could live longer.
Also, eliotropes can’t help but feel everything Yugo feels too: “We all cherish them as much as you do but nothing belonged to us." - Oropo in S3 to Yugo. It’s like an instinct, a force that they can’t control, they can’t help themselves but go with the feeling.
So again, Echo, what were you thinking??
Not only did you know Oropo would have a much shorter life span than you if he didn’t have access to the Eliacube and the eliatrope dofus (which would still be a pain to use for him), but you knew that he was essentially an exact copy of a person who had created him by accident, AND has a tendency of leaning towards that very same person’s desires more than he can help himself. Even his freaking name (which means “to rest” in French) wants to be at peace aka join Yugo.
Oropo declared he wasn’t going to see the day when his brotherhood become gods because he will die soon. Echo should’ve known, out of anyone, that the time would have come eventually.
So here’s the thing: since Echo knew he was going to die soon, and he was the last of his kind, she knew that Oropo’s life expectancy would go back to Yugo’s body.
Then what? What would she do?? Do nothing and weep?? She was his second-in-command and she truly did love him, so what would she do after that? Become the Eniripsa goddess without expecting to ever see him again??
I don’t think she planned that far.
She should’ve been more aware that falling in love with the COPY of a person who would die before you never ends well.
Again, the eliotropes are not saying that they want to be their own selves. They are perfectly fine accepting what they are and want to be acknowledged by Yugo.
That was the sole reason why they all appeared before Yugo when he was getting tortured by Toross. That was the main goal, to be acknowledged.
So Echo, why???
Like genuinely, did love blind you that much???
Also imagine if she actually ended up joining the others in the Inglorium unwillingly….
What are you gonna do, kneel before Yugo and tell him to bring Oropo back???
Literally what???
Someone has gotta tell me how her relationship works with Oropo.
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What We Could Be - [Mack X David]
A/N: I know today is supposed to be an off day but I hope you don't mind if I drop a lil AU treat for ya! These two are about to boil over... And lucky us getting to see it all unfold 😈 Happy Friday!
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Tucked inside Connor and Lucie’s bathroom, Mackenzie Hischier attempts to collect herself. The water runs ice cold from the faucet, hurting her hands as she puts them through the stream. She gulps down, not quite understand why she is panting. Everything about tonight was supposed to be innocent, but once David put his hand on the small of her back to encourage her into the elevator, the tone shifted. His touch ignited a burning hot wild fire in her core that exploded, consuming everything.
They all ate together at McDonald’s. David helped keep Stella in line when Mack refused to let her play in the germ-infested play place. He went and charmed the counter worker for another pack of BBQ sauce after Stella dumped hers on the ground accidentally. He even got down on that dirty floor and cleaned up the mess, even though Mack insisted she could do it.
“You’re too beautiful to be cleanin’” He winked at her.
“Am I beautiful, Davey!?” Stella asked, patting his arm. He chuckled, that stupid, sweet noise that makes it hard for Mack to breathe, and told Stella she was as beautiful as the sunset on his farm in Iowa.
Again, Mack felt the shift of the world beneath her feet.
The quick walk back to the apartment was filled with Stella insisting on David AND Mack swinging her up every few steps. She squealed and laughed, bringing out a huge grin on David’s face.
“Stell, you’re my favorite little Ranger. Tell the others.” He insisted as he picked her up, maneuvering around a puddle she couldn’t find the courage to walk around.
“You spoil her.” Mack scoffed lightly, shaking her head, but with a small smile on her face.
“Could spoil you too.” He winked as he walked into the apartment building. Mack closed her eyes, assaulted by the wind blowing his piney and fresh cologne into her face. She sighed, then followed behind the two.
“Davey, we are gonna watch Up, yeah!?”
“Well….” He trailed off, looking at Mack. “Sweets, as much as I would love that, it’s not really my night with you. It’s your aunties. I don’t want to take up all your time together.” Stella whipped her head at Mack.
“Auntie, please! Please! Please! Please!” Her bottom lip jutted out, then David did the same exaggerated pout at her. Mack’s dimples hurt from how hard she smiled back at them.
How was she supposed to say no to them?
The rest of the night, Mack felt like a teenager. She made the three of them popcorn. The two adults had settled in on the couch before Stella bopped between them. David laid his arm across the back of the couch. Every so often, his fingers would brush her shoulder, testing the waters until eventually, they just stayed. From there, his fingers rolled along to the back of her neck where he started rubbing soft circles into her skin. As Stella was falling asleep with her feet in David’s lap and her head on Mack’s thigh, Mack was melting into David’s touch.
“She’s asleep.” David said to Mack, jolting her out where she was overthinking the night.
“Oh.” She cleared her throat. She sat up, away from his touch, but his fingers followed, gliding the backs of his knuckles over her spine. “I guess you can leave now.” Mack turned more to the left so his fingers drop off her back and instead fell next to her, behind Stella’s head on her thigh.
“I guess I can.” He nodded, then looked down at Stella. “Should I take her to bed?”
“Um, yeah. That would be great. I’m just going to use the bathroom.”
That cold water Mack was hoping to calm her down quickly lost it’s effect. She tries again, putting her wet palms on either side of her neck. She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, then exhaling just as hard.
“You’re fine. Stop being so… caught up.” She mutters to her reflection. Annoyance at herself pulls her eyebrows down over her brown eyes. She wipes her hands half-heartedly on the hand towel, then rips the door open. She expects to see David waiting for her in the hallway. But it’s empty. The whole apartment is quiet, except for the light wind of Stella’s air purifier that David must have turned on for her.
Slowly, Mack creeps down the hallway, feeling the need to tip toe to not disturb the silence. Anticipating has pins piercing into her scalp. She comes to the main area and sees David standing, looking out the window with his back to her. She stops by the couch, staring at the back of his wide shoulders. Her fingers graze the leather as a holding spot. He turns, seeing her in the glass in front of him. Their eyes meet. Lust burns between them like a welcomed friend. Mack’s hands ball into fists by her hips. David cocks a “Whats it gonna be” eyebrow at her.
“Ugh.” She groans then rushes forward, collapsing fully into her lust. David grins, catching her effortlessly in his strong, farm arms. Her legs wrap around him, tightening her to his abdomen.
“Knew you couldn’t resist me, honey.” He whispers, then shoves his tongue into her mouth.
A hot and heavy make out session consumes them both. The temperature between their bodies sky rockets. Mack pants, licking his tongue as he walks them to the couch. He sits down on it, bringing her into his lap. She puts her hands on either side of his neck, tilting her face to get more of his mouth on hers. Thing tongues fight for control and possession of each other’s mouthes until they need air.
“Fuck.” She moans as he kisses along her jaw.
“I need an answer. Are we doing this?” He mumbles. Mack shudders at the feeling of his facial hair tickling in the crook on her shoulder and neck. Between her thighs, she can feel his huge bulge pushing into her soaked heat.
“Mmmm…” She inhales deeply, then arches her breasts into his chin. He pulls away, laughing at her blissed out look above him.
“Is that a yes?”
“Just kiss me.” Mack mumbles, gripping his face again with both hands. She rises a bit on her knees, shoving her tongue until it is practically down his throat. David’s hands move from her hips to her ass. He presses her into his erection. Mack gasps.
“You feel that baby? Been hard for you all week. Fucked my hand thinking of you the other night.” His intimate confession has a loud moan pushing from Mack’s mouth. He rolls her over his clothed cock again and Mack can feel the coil tighten inside her. He rolls her hips slower this time, torturous, over and over again as they make out like their 16 years olds, dry humping on her parents’ couch. Mack shudders, widening her thighs for him to press him deeper into her clit. “Show me how bad you want this cock in your wet pussy. Can feel how wet you are, honey. Need to feel you soon. Not gonna live if I don’t.”
Mack does as he asks, taking control of her hips back from him. She unabashedly rocks into his thick cock, annoyed by the fabric of her leggings covering her desperate heat. David moves a hand to her stomach and lower back, pushing her up so he can get his hand under her shirt. He grips her breast over her bra, then folds the cup down, thumbing her nipple. Mack could come right there. Her head falls back, Then she gasps in surprise when he stills.
“What the-”
“Shhhh.” Davey coos. “I can hear Lucie’s laugh.” Mack pauses, hearing it too now.
“Fuck.” She mutters, falling off David onto the leather couch. She adjusts her shirt, then looks at him with unsure eyes. He stands, a massive erection extending the zipper on his jeans. She bites her lip, staring at it, then drags her gaze up to meet his with wide eyes. He grins back at her, seeing the curiosity and need shining in her brown orbs.
“Sorry to leave you alone but I’ve gotta take care of this in the bathroom.” He calmly walks down to the bathroom. Mack smoothes out her hair, then wipes her face off with the back of her hand. She can feel the scratchy irritation from his mustache rubbing against her skin.
The apartment door bursts open and Mack’s anxiety eases. From her place on the couch, she can see the glassy eyes of her sister and brother-in-law. Their loaded with alcohol and likely won’t be asking too many questions.
“Mackie!!!!!” Lucie wails loudly. Mack cringes, glancing towards the hallway. Hopefully Stella stays asleep. Lucie stumbles towards her, then collapses onto Mack, pinning her into the couch. Mack’s heart pounds in her chest with how close Lucie looks at her face. “How was she?” Lucie asks, eyes slightly downturned, breath reeking of whiskey.
“A true angel.”
“Good.” Lucie mumbles, drunk smile on her lips. She looks down at Mack’s neck, eyebrows furrowing. “Whass dat?” She strokes a spot Mack can remember David’s teeth nibbling on moments ago.
“I scratched myself.” Mack says dumbly. Drunk Lucie doesn’t seem to notice.
“Mmm gotta be careful.” Lucie murmurs, putting her head on Mack’s chest. Connor comes to sit on the couch by their feet. Him and Mack make eye contract. He looks slightly more sober, but not much.
“Leave.” He mouths at Mack. She purses her lips against a laugh. “Now.” He continues, then jerks his thumb towards the door. Mack looks down at Lucie, seeing her eyes closed as she sighs. Yeah, Mack should go. Connor has about ten minutes left of his wife before his chances of getting laid close. Mack moves to get up, but Lucie squishes her back down.
“No! We never snuggle anymore! Wanna snuggle with you.” Mack cringes at Connor. She is saved from further commentary by David coming out of the bathroom. Both Lucie and Connor turn towards the hallway. Neither of them expect David.
“Hi mom and dad.” Mack glances down at his crotch, not seeing the huge problem that had gone into the bathroom with him. The thought of him touching himself to her has her getting hot again. She bites her lip when their eyes meet. Connor’s nose scrunches and he glances over at the two Hischier women.
“Ohhhhh! I forgot to tell you Mack was watching Stell!” Lucie starts to laugh. “Well at least you two didn’t kill each other in front of our daughter.”
“We thought about it tho.” Davey smiles, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
“Dude you didn’t have to stay. You could have left and did something else with your night.” Connor says around a yawn.
“Mack insisted I stay.” David says. Both Connor and Lucie laugh in disbelief. Mack gives him a nervous look. He throws her a minuscule wink, one neither of the drunkies in the room see.
“No. More like Stella dragged him in here.” Mack responds, cupping her neck where she can feel her neck pulsing under his bite mark.
“Please give my condolences to Lio for moving out of favorite uncle status.” David laughs as he walks to where his jacket and shoes were tossed earlier.
“He would die.” Lucie murmurs, snuggling into Mack, cute little yawn stretching her lips “Thanks, Davey.”
“Anytime, Luc.” He smiles. “You all have a good night.” He seemingly addresses the whole room, but his eyes stay on Mack.
Mack wants to follow him. She wants to run down the floors of this building until she gets to his with him, so she can peel away the layers of clothing between them and find out once and for all how it would feel to be touched by him. Instead, her older sister mumbles to her.
“Wanna watch Lion King?” It’s the most nostalgic movie for them.
“Sure.” Mack answers. Connor sighs dramatically. He broke up her fun; it’s only fair to return the favor.
“I’m going to bed.” He mumbles, patting Lucie’s ass. “Goodnight girls.” He calls lamely over his shoulder.
It takes five minutes before Lucie falls asleep. Mack is up the entire time, even after the final credits roll. The Disney logo bounces around the screen as she replays the night in her mind like it’s her new favorite movie. She bites her lip, then rolls onto her side.
Lucie had sat up long ago, curling into the other side of the couch, still fully clothed in her date night outfit, including her high heeled boots. Mack isn’t surprised to see Connor shuffle sleepily out, scooping her up and disappearing back down the hall. He hates sleeping without her. Mack smiles softly, watching as he cradles her close to him, then whispers another goodnight to Mack after verifying she is staying over. She nods to him. It’s too late for her to go home now.
Mack is about to fall asleep when her phone illuminates in the dark room. She reaches for it, squinting at the bright screen as she reads. Every cell in her body stands to attention when she reads:
No more messing around, Mackncheese. I’m done being nice. You better give me an answer soon.
That a threat? Mack types back
Yeah.
What if my answer is no?
You’ll spend the rest of your life wondering what we could have been. Mack smiles at that. He should come off as so arrogant. Admittedly he would have a few weeks ago, yet he has a steady confidence she has secretly yearned for in a man.
And if my answer is yes? Her heart pounds as she watches his reply bubble pop up.
I’ll ruin you for anyone else.
Mack moans, covering her face with her hand. Then she peeps through her fingers so she can re-read his message. Her heartbeat swooshes in her ears, thinking about what she felt on the couch earlier. The all consuming desire that she didn’t even hesitate running full tilt towards. Lustfully, she wants to throw her caution to the wind. But deep in her gut, a terror runs free, whispering that he is too dangerous, too much for her. The things she feels for him are so strong. They have swayed abruptly from contempt to yearning. She can’t trust these feelings. It isn’t safe.
Mack puts her phone down, laying her head back down on the pillow with a heavy sigh. She wraps her arms around herself, staring at the ceiling while gripping the sleeves of her sweatshirt.
Hold or leap?
It seems so simple.
Yet Mack can’t help but feel like she’s choosing for the rest of her life.
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Epilogue (Final Part)
It’s hours later and we’re still talking. The DJ arrives around ten and cracks the speakers up to ear-ringing heights so we exit to the lobby and stand by the window as the snow falls and the lights from the ten foot Christmas tree twinkle on the glass.
“No, no, stop, I can’t take it anymore,” He shrieks in agony as he grabs my arm, “He said that when he was inside you?”
“Yes! I didn’t know what to say back, like, um, thanks pal?”
“‘You’re so Alpha’” He repeats, deadpan, but his shoulders betray him when they start wobbling again, “‘and I’m just a little-”
“Beta boy, yes. Oh Evie, you intimidate me so much, I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl who scared me.”
“I’m going to die because of this story,” He cries, “I refuse to believe that men like this exist, it’s just too much.”
“There was this other lad too,” I begin, “Not as bad, but he got a nosebleed halfway through and it was dripping all over my face for like fifteen minutes before either of us noticed.”
“No!”
“Yeah, God, I feel bad, I think he was on some blood thinning medication or something but like…” We fall about laughing again, laughing and laughing until I think I’ll start gagging. I remember thinking during that experience that there was only one other person in the world who would find it as hilarious as I did, and as we splutter and cackle now at my retelling I remember how it used to be like this all of the time with us. I think about the time we lost through staying out of touch as he wipes his eyes and stumbles to the side a little bit, from laughing or from drinking a little too much, I’m not sure.
“Women are not like that,” he says, “I’m sorry for you, but they’re not, even the crazy LA ones don’t put me in situations like that.” He steadies himself a little by bracing his arm on the wall, so close that I could count his eyelashes if I wanted to. “I just don’t get it, do you think they get nervous?”
“Nervous around me? I doubt it. Sure what’s there to be nervous of?”
“It’s a lot of pressure, you know, making love to a beautiful woman for the first time. There’s a lot on the line, the chances of humiliation are high, maybe, I don’t know, maybe that guy just blurted the first weird thing that came into his head-” He breaks off because a high pitched laugh has exploded out of him again, “But it’s a flex to say that you’re so hot that you give men nosebleeds.”
“Oh come on, you’re exaggerating.”
“No, for real. Don’t you remember how nervous you made me when we were young? I turned into a total idiot around you.”
“Hardly.”
“It’s true. You were like this stunning princess and I was just some guy.”
I scoff, “Some guy?”
“Yeah, and it’s nice to see that some things never change because you’re still so beautiful and I’m still just a random man off the street.”
“Hmm, c’mon, you’re just schmoozing me,” I say, “Is this the way you all sweet-talk each other in Los Angeles? That’s not going to work. Irish girls are too humble to accept that.”
“Have I made you self-conscious?”
“No, I’m just wondering if you’re actually trying to flirt with me now or if you’re just trying to make me feel better about the fact that I’m thirty and my body is slowly ageing and rotting away.”
“Don’t say that, you look better than ever.”
I narrow my eyes, “I’m so curious about your game.”
“What do you mean?”
“Yeah, how you approach women, how you flirt with them now. What’s your technique? Is it intense flattery?”
He scoffs, “Oh, no, come on, I don’t have a technique, I don’t think about it like that.”
“No?”
“What do you think I am? Some kind of weirdo pick-up artist? No. I… I improvise, it depends on so much, like, where I am, who she is, what I feel like I’m hoping to get from the situation…”
“Okay okay, right. Well what if you were at an event with friends. Say, a wedding…”
He smirks at me.
“…and you see a woman standing on her own by the bar, and you know, she’s pretty mysterious in quite a sexy way, and you’re looking at her and thinking, hmm, yeah, maybe I’d like a piece of that-”
“You think that’s my inner monologue?” He interrupts, “That I think like that?”
“No, shh- shut up for a second, in this scenario you do. And you’re going to go over and talk to her, and you see the perfect opportunity to do it, and the lights from the dancefloor are shining in her hair, and oh, she looks so lonely over there, someone should go and keep her company…’
“I’d say hi, you’re very pretty, can I kiss you please?”
“Really?”
“Yeah t-”
He doesn’t finish because I have grabbed him by the lapels and pressed my lips against his. Maybe it’s for the joke, or because I’m slightly drunk, or maybe it’s to see if it still feels the way that it used to, I don’t know. I don’t really think about it, it’s just happening.
“Oh look, it worked!” I say as we pull away, and I don’t really have a chance to try and read his face to see what he thinks about it because he takes a step towards me and kisses me again, though differently to how I kissed him, gentler, slower, with my head cradled in his hands, which is inconvenient because he makes my insides start flip flopping around. I draw back laughing, “What are you at?”
“We’re kissing now,” he confirms, then frowns, “I think. Aren’t we kissing? Or is this a hallucination?”
“Jude…”
“Don’t you want us to be kissing?”
“Well it’s not that, it’s-”
“Ah, you think it’s dangerous to be kissing.”
“If you keep saying ‘kissing’ it’s going to lose all meaning.”
“What did we call it when we were teenagers? Shiftin’ right? Will you shift me, Evie?”
“Oh my God,” I hold my hand up to his face, “it is illegal for you to put on an accent and say that. I hate that you can still do that.”
“My Irish voice?” he says in his Irish voice.
“Please get that away from me!”
“Sorry about that,” he settles back into his American drawl, and I jerk with surprise as I feel the tips of his fingers graze my waist, “Also, I’m sorry that I kissed you, I thought we were, you know, doing that now.”
“It was a joke… And maybe just a little bit so that I could see if it still felt the same as it used to.”
His eyes tour my face, “Did it?”
“Did it for you?”
The corners of his mouth tick up, “I don’t know, it’s been a long time since I’ve kissed you, and honestly I didn’t get a decent sample, mind if I try it again?”
“Aha! I’ve figured out your game,” I declare, “You put on that silly act you’ve always put on, don’t you?”
He hooks his finger into the strap of my dress before it drops off my shoulder, “Hm? What act is that?”
“Your favourite one. ‘Oh, little old me? I’m so innocent, why I’ve never even held hands before, and I certainly haven’t fucked half of Dublin city. I don’t even know what sex is.’”
He gasps with delight and stares right into my face, “You’re still obsessed!” He cries, “and you haven’t stopped wondering about me!”
“About what, exactly?”
“My body count! After all these years it still tortures you. You’re so shallow…”
“Oh please, I couldn’t care less.”
“Evie,” He says mock-scoldingly, really drawing out the syllables, “I can’t believe it. I told you back then that it didn’t matter, that I didn’t have to tell you if I didn’t want to, but you’ve never let it go to this day. Wow. Wow.”
“I don’t even want to know,” I sniff, “It’s meaningless information to me now.”
“Well since you don’t care and it has no power over you anymore, maybe you finally ought to know…” He glances quickly around the empty lobby before his eyes slide back to mine and he whispers, “that you were the seventh.”
“The seventh?”
“Is that a good-surprise or bad-surprise?”
“Well I thought it’d be so many more.”
He shrugs, “No, I mean there was the first girl in the playground, then a girl who worked in the tennis club at the beach, a girl from my maths class at school, Michelle, someone from my university, Astrid, and then you-” He pauses, “Wait, there was another one. You were eighth. Seventh and a half.”
“And a half? Who did you forget? A centaur?”
He shakes his head, “There was an awkward foursome situation in Berlin once. It’s a long story, really stupid. I’ll tell you about it later.”
“Well I’ve never been more curious.”
“I’m a source of a lot of interesting info.”
“Like your current body count?” I tease.
“Oh, now I’m ran-through.”
“Tell me more about your life.”
“We just don’t have the time tonight.”
“What, not now?” I protest, “Not in this perfectly perfect situation when we’re both a little drunk and potentially snowed in for days, when there’s nothing to do but talk to each other?”
“No, see you’ve changed the subject, you’ve got me messed up. I…” He laughs tipsily and sways a little bit closer to me, through accident or otherwise I’m not sure, “…I was thinking about how much I might like to kiss you for a little longer this time, just to see if you still give me that same crazy feeling that I used to get with you, and you distracted me.”
I act like it’s a burden to me and slump back against the wall, “Fine, go ahead.”
“Oh jeez, no need to beg me, you know it’s off putting to be so eager?”
“Please?”
He comes in close and pecks my lips gently and even that makes my knees start to wobble. “No, come on, give me a proper kiss, that’s the only way we’ll know.”
“Still so demanding,” He tilts my chin towards him and angles his mouth over mine while his hands skim up my back and hold my body flush to his. As he strokes his lips over mine I can’t help but curse inwardly because of course this is happening to me, of course it feels like everything I’ve been searching for in the years between then and now, everything I couldn’t find in other people. These are the kinds of kisses that ruined me for other men for years to follow, and he’s ruining me now.
He glides his tongue along my lower lip and builds this kiss to the kind of intensity that shouldn’t be displayed in a public lobby, but he doesn’t care so neither do I. He kisses me until I’m soft and formless in his arms, until I forget the years in between then and now, and then he finally slows it, brushing his lips against mine and then gently drawing away and I find myself following his mouth in search of more, “The same?” He murmurs with his forehead against mine, “Or terrible?”
His hand cradles the back of my head as I sigh and bury my face in his shoulder, “What are we going to do, Jude?”
“You’re going to have to try not to be awkward about it because we might be snowed in for several days.” He says, “If you’ve decided I’m crusty and repulsive, you’re going to have to hide it from me to spare my ego. Either that or I’ll camp out in my room out of humiliation and get my sister to bring my meals to me until I can get the earliest flight to LAX.”
I pause, “so you’re sharing with your sister?”
“Yeah we booked late, so a twin room was all they had left. And she snores like hell.”
“Well that’s a pity because I booked months ago, and got a huge room all to myself. A four poster bed and a big gorgeous bath.”
“Are you bringing that up to make me jealous or is that an invitation?”
I scoff, “an invitation to what, exactly?”
“Come up and fuck you in the bath or something, I don’t know. Why would you bring the bath into it?”
“That’d be fairly shameless of me, wouldn’t it, if that’s what I was alluding to.”
“Is that the kind of woman you’ve become? The kind that invites strange men into her bath?”
“God no, I’d never directly ask that, that’d be very slutty.”
He brushes his fingers gently along the side of my neck, which is unfair because he knows how much I like that, and as I feel that touch all the way down to my toes he gives me a sly little smile and draws back to look at me, “I don’t know, you’ve really talked up this bath and you’ve got me curious. Will you show it to me?”
“You’ve always been so cheeky, did you know that? You ask audacious things of people.”
“Me? Never. That’s just not me, you must be thinking of somebody else. Of one of your other ex-boyfriends.” He grins and saunters casually toward the stairs, glancing over his shoulder at me as he goes, “I actually just remembered that I spilled something on my suit.”
“Did you.”
“Mm, I’m a total mess, I might be drunker than I look. I think I better go and take it off.”
“Doesn’t suit you anyway. You were always better in shorts.”
He pauses for a moment and regards me with one raised eyebrow, a question, and I don’t care that I’m predictable to him, that he already knows I will push myself away from the wall and catch up to him, “Actually you have the right idea, my dress is uncomfortable. I want to change out of it, only I’m not sure I can manage the zip on my own.”
“Oh, I can help you with that,” he says, “Or at least I can try, you know, but fair warning I haven’t ever undressed a woman before.”
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” I smile, as I wind my fingers through his.
THE END
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#lucky girl part 3#it's over!!!#i mean it's been over on WP fro about 3 months but it's nice to have caught up here finally#and on my 30th birthday!#crazy timing tbh#thank you all again for reading along#this project really was so amazing and so special to me#tw: sex mention
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WIP Wednesday/Whenever
Tagged by @rosapexa, thank you! Tagging in turn with the usual disclaimers: @cybervesna @shimmer-like-agirl @dustymagpie @theviridianbunny @butchsquatch @medtech-mara @streetkid-named-desire
Modding
A couple of casual outfits for Ros, using wing's shoes and cubfan's jeans recolors (skinny bitch has her own tight jeans mesh). Shirt on the left is an existing variant of Wakako's that I really liked; right is Denny's that I'm recoloring for her.
Working on importing a jacket for fem V (yeah okay, it's really for Ros). I'm tweaking the mesh now so it works with Veegee's suit, then it's onto normals and textures
Writing
I've had a couple of drabbles that morphed into ideas for photoshoots, which in turn expanded into full scenes I started writing. This is one such drabble-turned-scene because of the pic below. Kinda long so putting most after the cut.
“Do you know what you’re asking of me?” Her brow furrows as she pauses to look at V, as if considering something for the first time. “Of yourself?”
Anxiety flooding her chest, V feels the familiar urge to jump ship at the first sign of trouble and wants to let go, to retreat; but Rosalind squeezes her fingers and holds her gaze, her eyes serious yet soft, keeps her grounded, and V lets out a long breath.
“Maybe not, but be a gonk move to let you leave ’thout saying something, wouldn’t it?”
“Constantly surrounded by Secret Service. Say goodbye to any privacy once media and screamsheets find out, not to mention all the fanatics and anti-government zealots.”
Rosalind looks at their hands while V wonders what to say. She’d thought about media and screamsheets but hadn’t considered the constant need for security. What would the logistics even look like for dating a sitting President? Maybe this is the gonk move.
“Then there’s the job.” Rosalind meets her eyes again, brow furrowed and lips tugged downward. “The country is first, always. I am always the President.”
That she had expected, and she chuckles softly. “Of course. Look, know what your priorities are, never gonna change. The rest?” She shrugs. “Deal with it as it comes.”
The flirting earlier today and during dinner bolstered her confidence, but now it deflates under the penetrating stare that has laid waste to politicians, generals, and corpos alike, and she looks away.
“Alright, V,” she says at last. Trying not to betray the surprise she feels, V looks up to find her watching with a soft smile. “Let’s see where this ride goes.”
She feels light enough to explode and she leans forward, kissing her hard.
“And the bedroom?” she asks with a grin when she pulls away.
“That’s up to the FSS,” Rosalind answers with a smirk. Frowning, V tries to decipher the answer while Rosalind's eyes light up as she receives a call, and the smirk grows wider as she listens. “Yes? Thank you.” The light disappears as the call cuts off. “They just gave the green light.”
The frown deepens as she finally gets it. “Wait, you swept my apartment?”
“Of course. I warned you about the Secret Service. Did you think they’d let me wander off to an apartment in Heywood without inspecting it, as well as ensuring a private entrance?”
V scoffs. “You had them sweeping it before I asked you to spend the night.” Rosalind’s eyes crinkle and she purses her lips in a vain attempt at holding back the ever-growing smirk, but it only exaggerates it further. “Planning on spending the night all along.”
Rosalind shrugs, the smirk replaced by an elegant smile, but her eyes remain warm and crinkled. “What can I say? I’m a politician; I like to keep my options open.”
#rosalind myers#president rosalind myers#madam president#valerie vermilion#streetkid!val#myers x v#myers x fem v#wlw ship#milfguard#aka president's merc au#mods i made#wash's writing#wip wednesday#wip whenever#cyberpunk 2077#cyberpunk fanfic#cyberpunk 2077 fanfic
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Blood Doesn’t Scare Me. Eddie Munson x Reader
Blood Doesn’t Scare Me.
I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT
SUMMARY: You want to get off, but your period makes you a little uncomfortable, but Eddie doesn’t seem to mind.
18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.
AN: Thank u to the one and only for being my beta reader again, love u, ur the best @syddsatyrn
Warnings: fem!reader, blood, period blood, female orgasm, fingering, little bit of Dom!Eddie, mention of friends to lovers, mentions of Eddie cumming in his pants. (IF THERES ANYTHING ELSE I MISSED LET ME KNOW
Word count: 3772
You've been off all day, small things irritating you more than they should, and you're trying to keep your temper down, but the consistent ache of your uterus is hard to ignore. You're hot, and then you're cold, nothing you eat is satisfying you, and if one more customer asks you literally anything you might actually explode. Although you took pride in the fact you only snapped at Robin twice, and she forgave you quickly knowing your period was trying to take you alive, but you still apologized. Knowing the annoying hormones circling your system were making you a bitter bitch to work with today.
What made it worse was how insatiably horny it was making you. Usually you could keep it contained, simply a dull ache between your thighs, but the past couple of days it was heightened to a maximum of three thousand. To the point where the seem of your jeans was pressed against your cunt just enough that you could literally feel your heartbeat in your clit. You were sure that in the right way you might actually be able to cum like this, just from standing and stacking videos. Genuinely hiding a whimper from switching your weight to your opposite foot, the bell above the door jingled. Forcing your voice up a few octaves you say "Welcome to family video" loudly before turning around, dropping your fake exaggerated smile when you realize it's Eddie.
"Hey princess" He says softly and you melted.
You and Eddie had only recently started dating, being best friends for so long, the two of you didn't want to ruin the friendship, but when those little shit teenagers locked you two in a closet in wills basement, claiming it was for 'seven minutes in heaven' you realized it was a lot longer than seven minutes, and that the two of you were in love with each other. Since it had only been a few weeks, you hadn't really been as intimate as you wanted, both of you wanting to take it slow, trying not to rush things. Harder to forget that Eddie made you cum by touching you over your leggings in that closet, and you're pretty sure you made him cum in his jeans, but if you asked him he'd deny it.
You rush to him quickly, burying your face into his chest and inhaling deeply, arms coming around his back to hold him tightly as best as you could, two VHS tapes still held in both hands.
"Rough day?" He said, his own arms coming out to wrap around you. "You're very warm, are you feeling okay?" He tried to pull away to get a glance at you but you held onto him tighter, not wanting the hug to end so soon. He laughed a little, returning his arms to their position around your back.
"A little bit of a rough day" You said sighing into him, pulling away to look up at him, chin tucked firmly into his sternum.
"Well thankfully I've come to rescue your last thirty minutes" His hands came to cup your face, brushing a few strands of hair away and back behind your ears.
"You're truly the best" You said placing a kiss to his chest before removing yourself from him.
Eddie came to visit you often at work, coming to keep you company and to bug Steve when he was here, but sadly today Steve wasn't in. So Eddie settled on sitting on the counter, and judging the cover of each film you brought to the front to rewind.
Eddie had noticed your irritability but didn't say anything until the two of you were alone in his van. The light from the bright sunset slowly dimming from being hidden behind the few houses nearby. "You okay?" He said turning the key to start the ignition.
"My uterus hurts" You said turning to him, cheek pressed against the seat of the car, your bottom lip pushed out into a pout.
"Oh baby" Eddie said sincerely. "I'm sorry, we'll get you home quick, get you all nice and cozy yeah?" He reached over to squeeze your thigh. It was an innocent action, to tell you he felt for you, to let you know he was there for you, but what he didn't know was that it sent more annoying heat straight to your core.
"Y-yeah" You breathed out. "That would be nice" You felt your body warm, thick heat crawling over every inch of your skin, you could feel it coming out of the collar of your work shirt and you silently cringed thinking about how sweaty you must be. A shower is a must when you get to Eddies you decided.
"You sure you're okay though?" He asked again.
"As okay as I can be" You said with a reassuring smile.
When you got to Eddies you excused yourself quickly to hop into the shower, hoping to wash some of the negativity of today off, along with the attempt to get yourself off. You didn't love touching yourself while you were on your period, and never really wanted to finger yourself if it was going to cover you in blood. Often settling on touching yourself in the shower, where if any blood happened to get onto you, or come out of you it would be washed away quickly. You tried multiple positions, one leg up on the edge of the tub, both legs down but your back leaned against the wall, laying down as best as you could, but nothing felt right and you couldn't get yourself even close to an orgasm. With an annoyed huff you shut the water off and wrapped a towel around yourself. Drying your lower half quickly before putting a fresh tampon in. Annoyed at how good it felt when you did it.
Frowning your way back into Eddies room, pulling on the first t-shirt of his your hands touched, tugging on a pair of black boy shorts, ones that hugged your hips perfectly, and crawled into his bed.
It took a few minutes for Eddie to realize you had finished showering and had gotten into bed. Head peaking around the corner of his door with a raised eyebrow. You giggled when you saw him, snuggling yourself a little deeper into his pillows.
"You're getting all comfy, and cozy in here and didn't invite me? Im hurt baby, how could you" He mocked a distraught look, attempting to hide the cheeky smile underneath his dark mess of curls.
You laugh and pull the side of his blanket back aggressively. "Get in here before I change my mind"
Eddie didn't hesitate to skip his way over and jump clumsily into his bed with you. Tucking his blanket around him, and pulling you close, snuggling into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. "God you smell so good" he said rubbing his nose along the skin of your collarbone. "So good, all the time, fucking delicious"
You went stiff in his arms, the feeling of his nose against your skin spreading the heat from your core more than before. Whimpering slightly you tried to push him away, feeling too hot and horny with him so close.
"What? What's wrong?" Eddie said pulling back to gage your expression, his eyes flickering all over your face.
"N-nothing m'fine, sorry" You said pushing yourself into the corner of his bed, your shoulders pressing against each side of the wall. Your heart is beating really fast, so fast that you were almost sure if Eddie looked hard enough, he could see the way your chest thumped.
"You're not fine though baby" He said sitting up. "Is it just your period bothering you?" He fumbled with his hands, unsure of what to do with them. He wanted to reach out and hold your hand, or squeeze your thigh, but he was unsure if he could or should touch you right now.
"Technically?" you said, hands coming to the hem of your shirt, folding the fabric back and forth into a tiny accordion.
"Technically?" He asked, repeating your words.
"I just- It's just that- I don't-" Frustrated, unable to phrase it the way you wanted, without it sounding weird, and without making Eddie uncomfortable.
"You know you can tell me anything right? I was your best friend before your boyfriend, and I'll always be your best friend, just now I get to kiss you" He said with a smirk.
You couldn't help but smile, biting the inside of your cheek while you looked at the doe eyed man in front of you. Your heart squeezed.
"I know baby" You said softly, shy under his gaze, returning it to the hem of your shirt.
"So come on then, out with it, give me your secrets" He said in one of his dungeon master voices, a playful smile on his lips as he watched you.
"Um, so I'm horny" You said in a rush, covering your face with both hands.
Eddie laughed for a long time, suspiciously too long. You peaked through your fingers to stare at him.
"Don't laugh!" You whined, kicking him lightly with your foot, he grabbed onto it quickly squishing your toes with his hand.
"That's it? You're horny?"
"Yeah, but I can't like" You turned your gaze away from him again. "I can't get off- I mean sometimes I can, but I can't do what I want, cause the blood grosses me out" You said honestly, the blood did gross you out so instead of trying other methods, you just avoided masturbating at all costs.
Eddie nodded, looking away from you with thoughtful eyes. "Want me to do it?" He said cooly.
You froze slightly at his words, constantly shocked at how calm and collected he could be when talking about things, or asking questions like this. "What?" You choked.
"Get you off, I'll do it, I'd be more than happy to" His eyes slightly darker now, and you couldn't help the way your body shivered at the sight.
"B-but the blood, s'gross and it'll get everywhere" you said glancing down at his bed.
"I don't know if you remember, but I almost died once, blood doesn't scare me"
You swallowed thickly.
"And towels exist for a reason" he said with a shrug, shifting so he was now laying on his side, propped up with his elbow, looking up at you.
"You don't have to, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable" you said moving, trying to relax your shoulders a little, sliding down next to Eddie, mirroring his position. His hand slid up to your waist quickly, pushing and pulling at the skin.
"Baby, I'd be face deep in between your legs right now if you'd let me, promise it doesn't, and wont make me uncomfortable" he said marking an x over his heart.
"Fuck" you breathed. Closing your eyes and trying to regain some sort of composure.
"I wont do anything you don't want me to do, but the offer still stands" his hand leaving your waist to cup your cheek, thumb smoothing down the skin just under your eye, and you hummed, leaning into his touch.
"Please?" you whispered, opening your eyes to look at him.
"Yeah?" he said with a nod, his thumb trailing down the side of your cheek, to your jaw, landing on your bottom lip. He pulled at it softly, letting it flip back into place with a light 'pop'. His eyes flickered across your face, reading your expression to make sure you were okay with it.
You nodded, afraid if you tried to speak, only a whimper would come out.
Eddie leaned in slowly, thumb resuming its gently movements against your cheek until his hand dropped lightly to your throat, warm hand engulfing your senses. Nose nudging lightly next to yours, his breath warm on your mouth, and when you tilted your head to lean in, he pulled back, reviling at the annoyed noise you let out.
"So needy hmm?" he said leaning back in, just as slow, and just as tauntingly. When his lips brushed yours he didn't move away this time, pressing them softly into you and you sighed dreamily. He kissed you gently, and you melted, more and more with each move of his mouth, slow and strategic, getting the exact noises, and responses he wanted from you. Squeezing your throat ever so slightly, causing your breath to hitch and your lips to part, giving him access to slip his tongue into your mouth and you moaned, leaning into him.
Removing his hand from your throat he grabbed at your hips, pulling you onto his lap. Shifting so he was sitting up and leaning against the wall behind him. His erection pressing up against your thinly clothed cunt and you mewled, head dipping forward, chin to your chest.
"You like that pretty girl?" He asked with a small laugh, brushing your hair away from your face, tilting your head back up so he could see you. Eyes closed, and cheeks flushed, you breathed through your mouth, almost panting. "Breathe baby" he whispered.
"Sorry" You said with a small laugh.
"Don't apologize, I love your pretty noises, just wanna make sure you're breathin" Hand trailing down back to your hips and up your back, slipping beneath the shirt you wore, hands warming your skin. "I have an idea" he said while his fingers played with the elastic waistband of your underwear.
"M'listening" you said looking down at him with hooded eyes.
"Take these off, and whatever else you got going on in there" He said pulling and snapping the elastic, causing you to jump slightly. You nodded, biting your lip while hoping to hide some of your blush as you climbed off of him, heading towards the bathroom to remove your tampon before coming back, underwear in a ball held tightly in your fist.
Eddie had laid down a black towel between his legs, back still against the wall, legs splayed out into a v. He smiled wickedly as he patted the spot between his legs, beckoning you forward. "Sit" he instructed. "With your back to me"
You climbed onto the bed, dropping your underwear onto the floor next to you and crawled forward in between Eddies legs, leaning your back against his chest, your knees locking together.
Eddie hooked his chin over your shoulder, placing his hands on each of your knees. "C'mon don't get all shy on me now" his voice low as he pushed your legs apart, grabbing your legs by the pits of your knees bringing them over his thighs and pinning your feet under his calfs. his fingers traced along your skin delicately, up and down the lengths of your thighs, your hips, across your stomach, and he reviled in how your stomach contracted, ticklish under his light touches.
"Pretty, pretty, girl" he cooed in your ear, his breath fanning over the expanse of your neck, and the small bit of shoulder that peaked through.
"Eddie" You breathed, head tipping back into his shoulder, your body slowly melting back into him.
"Yeah baby?" hands moving to your stomach, pressing into the doughy skin, humming in satisfaction.
"Please" Your voice high, and whimpery, almost begging as if he wasn't going to give you what you wanted.
"I got you baby, told you I was gunna take care of you didn't I?" his hands slid back down, squeezing at the skin, where thigh met hip before ghosting one hand over to the burning heat between your legs, fingers dancing along the soft pubic hair you had let grow out. If it was anybody else touching you below the waist you might have felt a little self conscious about it, but because it was Eddie, you knew he didn't care and he never would. As if reading your thoughts he tugged at the hair lightly. "S'cute" he mumbled, while his hand finally slipped down between your legs. The two of you moaned in unison, your head tipping forward, eyes on his hand and the way it moved, but before you could cringe about any blood that might have been there, his free hand came up your throat, pushing at it until you were looking up again. "Eyes up baby girl" he said while beginning to rub slow circles on your clit.
"Oh my god Eddie" His name was barely audible from your mouth and you knew if he wasn't so close to your face he wouldn't have heard you.
Hand moving down further, middle finger grazing your entrance, teasing you slightly before slipping into you easily. "Fucking christ princess" he said moving his head so he could see the way his finger slid in and out of you with no resistance, quickly adding his ring finger just as easily. Your hips began to roll slightly, on their own to chase the high you so desperately wanted.
"M-more" You begged, voice coming out as a small whimper, your throat tightening and your eyes brimmed with tears, being so extra sensitive over the past few days from your hormones made your body feel like it was sparking with electricity. "Please Eddie" you hiccuped, tears quickly falling; down to your neck, wetting eddies hand where it still held your throat lightly.
"You sound lovely when you beg y'know?" he said mockingly, his other hand coming down to continue those slow circles, keeping in time with the quick curl of his fingers inside of you.
You huffed. "Shut it- ah" back arching away from Eddie and he tried to keep you as close to him as he could. "Fuck, fuck, f-uck, just like that Eddie, please, oh my god don't stop"
You were whining, arms coming up to grip at Eddies hair where you could reach, body jerking as it tried to curl in on itself while tingle in the pit of your stomach started to spread.
"Fuck baby, I can feel you clenching down on my fingers, you gunna come f'me?"
"Yes, oh my god" you cried. Tiny fireworks slowly began to ignite inside of your skin, your stomach bloomed, and the sparks buzzed, coursing through every one of your veins until they all snapped at the centre of your cunt. Your orgasm ripping through you so intensely you saw stars, your vision spotty as you rode the waves of it sobbing with pleasure.
Eddie kept up his movements until your hand slapped down quickly onto his wrist. His fingers slipped from you, both hands coming to rest onto your thighs that shook when he freed your legs from the restraint of his own. "Good job baby" he praised, letting your bring your knees back together. Your breathing was ragged, Eddies hands still roaming your thighs gently, giving you space to come back down, body still shaking slightly from a few sporadic sobs, left over heightened emotions and feelings finally able to leave your body. "Did so good, thank you for letting me help you"
You hadn't realized you had your eyes closed, squinting when the sun that filled Eddies room burned your retinas, blinking a few times while they adjusted. You tilted your head up, shifting your shoulders so you could see Eddies face, which was already tilted down towards you.
"There she is" He said with a smile. "Welcome back"
You hummed dreamily, reaching up to scratch at the stubble on his chin, while he quickly pressed his lips to your palm. "Feel better?" he asked.
You nodded, turning your head back with a gasp. "Oh my god"
"What?" Eddie said concerned, leaning forward slightly.
Your thighs were covered in smudged blood, some spots now dry and others still bright red. "There's blood all over me" You groaned, mouth pulling down into a frown.
"Well yeah babe, you have blood coming out of your vagina, what did you expect, should see my hands" He said while putting both of his hands in your lap, palms up. They weren't as bloody as you expected, but still more covered than you would have liked.
"Gross" you mumbled.
"Mother Nature, never said she was nice" he said with a laugh. "Now up, up, up, shower time round two for you miss ma'am"
You giggled, turning in his lap to finally face him. His pupils were blown out, and you could feel his boner against your back the entire time, but not once did he make this about him. "Thanks teddy" you said softly. "M'promise to return the favour, but hopefully you wont cum in your pants again" You teased.
"I just made you cum, I'm covered in your blood, and you wanna talk about making me cream my jeans like I was seventeen again? Right now? You're a menace!" he yelled, hands coming to tickle your waist, the two of you laughing and squirming against each other.
"White flag!" You yelled. "I surrender! you're gunna get enough blood coming out of me to drown this town if you keep making me laugh like that" You said with a huff.
"Ahh well I'll just have to put my fingers back in to keep everyone safe"
"You're the menace here, Edward, not me" You said pushing your back into him a little harder as you stood up on shaky legs, gathering the towel he had laid down into a ball and chucking it into his overflowing laundry basket turning back to him with your hands on your hips. "You comin or what?"
He sighed, smiling lazily as his head tilted to the side. "You're s'pretty"
You blushed, eyes dropping to the floor, already flustered from your orgasm and now from his compliment.
He stretched nosily, arms above his head with his fingers interlocked while he groaned. "Alright let's get this party started" he said with a loud clap. Joining you in the doorway of his room, hands wrapping around your waist to pull you to him, lips coming down to kiss every inch of your face he could get to before you leaned away, a laughing mess.
"So you admitted it" You said cheekily, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the bathroom.
"Admitted what?" He asked, hands never leaving your waist as you bent over to turn the water on, hand under the stream until it was a temperature you liked.
"That I made you cum in your pants" you said looking back at him, smile all too wide.
"You're way too proud of that one aren't you, never gunna let me live it down huh?" he guessed, unable to hide his own smile, matching yours.
"Maybe" you said confidently.
"Maybe" he repeated, leaning down to give you one last gentle kiss before shoving you into the shower, t-shirt still on and everything.
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My favorite lyrics from each song off The Tortured Poets Department:
Fortnight (ft. Post Malone): "I was a functioning alcoholic until nobody noticed my new aesthetic"
The Tortured Poets Department: "At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger / And Put it on the one people put wedding rings on / And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding"
My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys: "I'm Queen of sand castles he destroys"
Down Bad: "Everything comes out teenage petulance/ Fuck it, if I can't have him / I might just die it'll make no difference"
So Long, London: "And you say I abandoned the ship / But I was going down with it / My white-knuckle dying grip"
But Daddy I Love Him: "I'll tell you something about my good name / it's mine alone to disgrace"
Fresh Out The Slammer: "Swirled you into all of my poems / Now we're at the starting line"
Florida!!! (ft. Florence & the Machine): "Yes, I'm haunted, but I'm feeling just fine / All of my girls got their lace and their crimes"
Guilty as Sin?: "Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks."
Who's Afraid of Little Old Me: "I was tame, I was gentle, 'till the circus life made me mean / Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth" and "You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me" (I CAN'T PICK THIS IS MY FAVORITE SONG I'M SORRY)
I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can): "Your good lord doesn't need to lift a finger / I can fix him, no really, I can"
loml: "Still alive, killing time at the cemetery / Never quite buried"
I Can Do It With A Broken Heart: "I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art!"
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived: "I would've died for your sins, now I just died inside"
The Alchemy: "We've been on a winning streak / He jokes that it's heroin, but this time with an 'E'"
Clara Bow: "I'm not trying to exaggerate / but I think I might die if I made it"
The Black Dog: "And you jump up, but she's too young to know this song / That was intertwined in the magic fabric of our dreaming"
imgonnagetyouback: "Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leaving here with you"
The Albatross: "So I crossed my thoughtless heart / spread my wings like a parachute / I'm the albatross / I swept in at the rescue"
Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus: "If you wanna break my cold, cold heart / Just say 'I loved you the way that you were' "
How Did It End?: " The deflation of our dreaming / Leaving me bereft and reeling / My Beloved Ghost and me / sitting in a tree / D-Y-I-N-G"
So High School: "And in a blink of a crinkling eye / I'm sinking, our fingers entwined / Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights"
I Hate It Here: "I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life, and I'll get lost on purpose"
thanK you aIMee: "But when I count the scars, there's a moment of truth / That there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you"
I Look in People's Windows: "Does it feel alright to not know me? / I'm addicted to the 'if only' "
The Prophecy: "Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen"
Cassandra: "When it's 'burn the bitch', they're shrieking / When the truth comes out, it's quiet"
Peter: " 'Cause love's never lost when perspective is earned"
The Bolter: "Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless / Excellent fun 'til you get to know her"
Robin: "You have no room in your dreams for regrets"
The Manuscript: "The professor said to write what you know / looking backwards might be the only way to move forward"
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Tristamp rewatch, episode 2! Took me a little longer to get to this because I think episode 2 is like,,,, I never have anything to say about it lmao I don't have too many background details.
Nevertheless, below the cut [Not so long today!] are some theories, details, and character traits I've picked up on today's fine tooth comb rewatch! Also once again spoilers for Tristamp and Trimax.
Once again thanks to @tristampparty for organizing this, I'm having fun :]
So! In sharp contrast with yesterday, I realized that we have a little bit more of Knives in that opening crash sequence - his face is less covered and the camerawork less Vashcentric. I am possibly the worst person to analyze expressions (I have That particular Autism Thing where I often misinterpret people's faces) but here are a few I found interesting
He just looks a little. again not good at interpreting expressions but anxious? scared, a little upset? I'm not entirely sure he understood how,,, violent the ship exploding would be - and Vash is clearly very very distressed. Also the dark circles under his eyes in that last one - he might have been crying. Much to think about.
Okay this scene, aside from being really funny, is Frustratingly Overlooked imo. Vash's whole,,, pathetic wet sona thing is often intentionally played up in order for him to get people to see him as less of a threat/weaker/more peaceful. And then to have Meryl and Roberto go yeah no we aren't buying that, Instantly calling him out on his bullshit is interesting.
I guess just as Wolfwood sees through Vash's smiles in 98/Trimax, Roberto and Meryl call him out on his schtick here. I also think that he's doing it more exaggerated than normal to kind of change the subject/alter some perceptions of him.
Rai-Dei spotted, and Nightow! Slightly higher quality because I realized I was watching in 720p instead of 1080 because I,,,, i don't know why lmao. anyway i like that nightow gets his own little poster its cute
I guess now would be the time to talk about children in Trigun. So as it goes on I'll build on this, but the fact that so many characters in Trigun are motivated by children is very very important to me; Rosa and the people of Jeneora Rock go after Vash not for themselves, but so they can have the money for their children. Father Nebraska appeals to Rosa to help him get Gofsef up on safe land again by pointing out that he's a father too.
A common trait amongst Trigun characters is their protectiveness of children - Wolfwood (obviously), Vash, Meryl, Roberto and Milly clearly, but Knives and Legato leave the children alive in that one town in 98, Livio in Trimax learns to see children as kinda cute - and the arguably most unsympathetic character, Chapel, is kinda the only guy that hurts/abuses children with 0 remorse. Hate that guy lmao.
It reads to me like a bunch of people wanting to break the cycle of abuse on this planet. but they don't really know how :(
On a lighter note, some screencaps I grabbed for fun, ft: The Thomas Loaf
my closing thought is about Roberto. So clearly he's, yknow, there instead of Milly (unforgivable /lh), but he and Milly have some interesting parallels and ideas - Primarily their observational skills.
In trimax, when Milly interacts with Vash, a lot of the time she's calling out strange expressions or oddities on him - in legato's appearance, that time she asks him why he's still smiling, and the arc where Meryl gets kidnapped.
Roberto is serving a similar role in observing and calling things out about Vash, but he's a little more,,, rough about it. He's nowhere near as (outwardly, the man's got a big heart) caring as Milly! I think it'll be good for Meryl to have Milly in s2 :]
Speaking of Meryl, I appreciate that she definitely has at least someone observational with her, especially while she's less experienced. I love her very much but she happens to be a very stubborn very impulsive person lmao. She definitely needs a balancing.
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Thrawxf!reader
When you're worried about the final exam, Thrawn may be just the teacher you need. Maybe.
"... And that's how it almost exploded at my face! I wouldn’t have thought a simple mouse droid could be this dangerous. J.C what do you think about this?"
"Mmmmh…"
"(y/n) put down your datapad."
"Fascinating, Eli. A really… Enthralling… Story…"
"(Y/N)!"
"Wh-What?"
You suddenly get back to reality, realising you are in the cafeteria with your datapad almost taped to your face. Eli seems pretty annoyed by you, to let him speak uselessly in the void.
"What are you even reading?"
"I'm just revising our classes for this semester." You answer, getting back at your screen.
He rolls his eyes with a sigh.
"Maker, I thought you would be more fun to be around given your nickname, but you're like Thrawn." He teases. "No, you're even worse than him, he has the decency to stop when it's time to eat."
"I wouldn’t need to do it if I were like Thrawn, believe me." You laugh.
"What would you not need to do if you were like me, exactly?"
You jumped when Thrawn's voice resonated behind your back. One day he will give you a heart attack. He sits next to Eli who tries to make you stop.
"She has been glued to her datapad since last week. Impossible to get her to drop it."
"I don't want to fail the Final Exams, that's all." You start to get irritated, there is no need for drama over such a petty thing.
"Your grades are already good, you don't need to worry about this exam. Come on, shut it down and eat, you didn't touch your plate."
Indeed you haven't touched it yet. The food must be cold by now but you still don't drop your pad. You choose to tease him back instead.
"I didn't know you were an overprotective mother Eli. You are supposed to look after Thrawn, not me you know?"
You both laugh along while Thrawn keeps eating silently without picking up the joke. He must look like an exhausted father forced to supervise some troublesomes teenagers.
"Anyway, I don't simply want good grades, I want the best grades! I'm sure Thrawn will support me on this one."
"I am inclined to agree. To be at your best capacities in any field must be a goal for anyone."
"Ha HA!" You laugh triumphantly at Eli and steal him a bite of his meal as a trophy.
"But Eli is also right to tell you to take a break from your device. You are not doing yourself a favor."
Wait, what?
"Ha HA!" Eli replies back and steals your dessert as revenge.
"In this case, why won't you give me a hand, since you know better." You ask sarcastically while taking back your fruit.
"If this is what you wish, I am happy to oblige." He answers without hesitation.
"Wait, really?" You honestly didn't believe he would accept, you can't say you associated him with philanthropy. "I thought you would keep studying and scrutinize humans through our art." You ask while exaggerating your gesture for a dramatic effect, trying to obtain a reaction from him.
He looks at you in the eyes as he always does, without blinking at your act.
"There is nothing to prevent me doing so while assisting you. We can meet at the library tonight after your chore."
You consider his proposition, you asked this question to irk him but if he is serious about it why not benefit from the situation?
You turn to Eli.
"Is it okay for you Eli? Since you are supposed to assist-"
"I have no problem with this. Go on, work well!" He responded immediately, too happy at the perspective of one or two hours alone without Thrawn to "supervise".
"Well, in this case, I accept your generous offer, Thrawn."
"Very well, let us begin."
At these words, Thrawn snatches the pad out of your hands.
"Hey! What are you doing?!"
"I want you to stop studying during break times." He states while turning off the datapad.
"I can use those times as I want and I want to study!"
You try to take it back but he simply lays the device beside him on the bench, out of your reach. You let out a frustrated grunt.
"Why do you care?!"
"Pauses are scheduled for a reason, Cadet (y/f/n). If you constantly work while you should let your brain recover, you will learn a mixture of irrelevant and useless informations. Forcing yourself is counterproductive, good work comes with good methods." He preaches.
"Oh that's rich coming from you!"
Eli stays silent, careful to not bring himself into the fight. His expressions worried more and more every time you raise your voice.
"Would you care to remind me what we studied at the beginning of the week?" Thrawn inquires with his composed voice.
"Of course, we have seen the Williamson Maneuver for large ships." You respond confidently, crossing your legs.
Judging by his unimpressed expression, you have misplaced your confidence.
"Cadet Vanto, if you please?"
"We studied the Titor hyperdrive model... For large ships." Eli looks at you with "sorry" speld in his eyes.
Damn it! The maneuver lesson was last week, John Titor invented his model of propulsor after to make it easier.
You cross your arms over your chest, displeased by the turn of the conversation. In front of you, however, Thrawn is content with himself.
"Now that the point has been made, eat please. This is not the first time that you neglect to feed yourself, as Eli pointed out."
This is with those casual remarks that you remember he has eyes everywhere, especially on those who are somewhat close to him.
Bless Eli for what he must endure all day long, he surely has it worst.
"Could you give me back my pad?" You ask, exasperated.
"I will return it to you once the noon break is finished."
"Oh come on!"
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You walk down the corridor in silence, passing by other students going about their daily business.
You're apprehensive of the next hour. It will be the first time you will be alone with Thrawn after your little discussion in the classroom. Even though your relationship is now… let say cordial, the situation is less comfortable than what you’ve anticipated. You know he won’t try anything, but you can’t muffle your inner voice telling you to stay on your guard around him.
As you enter the academic library you are immediately welcomed by the familiar sounds of keyboards and murmurs. Each step you make resound inside. You absorb yourself with the serious and studious atmosphere reigning here. Despite its factory's design and architecture, the library is still the least suffocating room of this Academy. You should try to come more often.
As you're wandering between the bookcases and the desks, you saw Thrawn in an alcove away from the main agitation, comfortably consulting a holobook on who knows what.
He notes your presence and closes the holo as he rose from his seat before you could join him.
"Thank you for arriving on time."
"Did you expect me to be late, sir?"
"I expected to discover it this evening. Please, take a seat."
You sat in front of his previous chair while he brought an old suitcase on the table. The latches are used and dislocated, even the insignia of the Academy graved in the case is passed. He opens it and takes out a demesne.
"Do you play Shah-tezh?" He asks, presenting the board to your eyes.
"I used to, some time ago." You respond, unsure of the meaning of all this. You were pretty sure you agreed on working your classes, not a game evening. "Does Chiss play Shah-tezh?"
"Indeed we do, Cadet (y/f/n). We possess our own version of the game."
"Nice! But what's the point? I thought you would help me to revise."
He finishes placing all the pieces and sits.
"It is part of the processus. We will play a game then we will study the theorics."
Your gaze travels between the board and him.
"You expect me to win a strategic game against you?" You ask, incredulous.
"I do not expect you to win, I expect you to progress. You may start."
After staring at the board you just place your Craft randomly, without conviction. He immediately responds with his Dowager and you realise you don't have much left of your previous games. You add your Beast in the mix before watching him slowly slide his Vizier all across the board.
"Checkmate. Two moves."
You stare at the corridor you opened for him during the game, dumbfounded by your own stupidity. A beginner's mistake.
You wiggles on your seat, out of shame. He doesn't say a thing as he replaces the pawns.
"Let us start again."
He politely invites you to begin the game and you innerly thank him for not bringing you down over… this.
You gather your thoughts and search for an idea. You place your Craft in the exact same position as later and wait for his reaction.
Ho this is a petty idea, but you can’t resist it.
He plays along and does the same with his Dowager. You place yours in the same case of your side of the demesne. He places his Vizier on the left side and you mirror him once again.
He squints at you and you smile back .
"You know you cannot win with this attitude."
"Who says I'm trying to win? I'm trying to learn!"
His eyelid twitches at your insolent answer.
"Very well."
He slides the Dowager of three cases and announces with a cold tone.
"Checkmate."
You sigh and let yourself slouch down your chair. Now you're just fed up and grumpy.
"You're not funny."
"I am not trying to, I am trying to teach you."
"It's a game!"
"It is a strategic game." He corrects you.
You see him place back the pawns again. Is he not down? What does he hope to achieve with all this?
"I don't see how becoming a Shah-tezh master will help me with a Final about theoretical subjects." You muttered.
"It will. You misunderstand my intentions, I will not make you a Shah-tezh champion but I will engrave some ch'af… I mean mechanisms in your brain that will help you think logically and with pragmatisme."
It's the first time you heard him stumble over a word, it's surprising coming from someone who likes to use delicate phrasing. You wonder if it's because Eli is not here to help or because you seem to get under his skin at this moment. Maybe both.
"But I cannot do this alone, I need you to work with me. If you do not want to use my methods, we will simply cease. But if you want to try my way, I will ask for your cooperation, this is not something I can do instead of yourself."
You roll your head and straighten your back. Okay, you will give him a chance, lets try it seriously.
"Alright, I will concentrate. But I really hope it's effective and you're not wasting my time!"
He starts the game this time, and advances his Disciple.
"Patience, (y/f/n). This exercise will come to fruition soon enough."
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"Very good. This is much better than our first games." He states calmly.
"I still didn't beat you." You respond disheartened.
After a whole month, you didn’t find a way to break down his defenses, whether it’s in the game or in real life. But you feel like you're getting to know him better, little by little, your relationship is getting more relaxed.
You stretch your body from hand to toes, trying to crack your spine. After an intense dance lesson and two hours on the chair without moving, your body is completely numb. Thrawn raises from his seat with ease and starts to put the pawns away in the box, you feel a pick of jealousy for his physical condition.
"This is not the point of those sessions."
"Yes, but it is my personal challenge." A sly smile grew on your face. "To beat you at your own game, Sire."
"Do you think you can do it?"
"Don't you?" You blink.
He slightly shakes his head, closing the box.
"No, I think not.”
"Well thank you for your honesty, I guess…” You reply with an exaggerated strangled voice.
“There is no use to react in such a way, cadet (y/f/n). It was not an insult.”
“How? Then what was it, lieu-te-nant Thrawn?”
You imitate his posture, bringing your hand together in front of your face with your back and legs straight while scrutinizing him.
"It was a simple observation. From my analysis your talents led somewhere else. You would make an efficient ISB member."
"HA! No. Not even in dreams."
It was a thing to distance yourself from your Drug Lord grandfather and family, it was another to apply to the very organization that seeks them out.
He flashes you a smirk.
"How unfortunate. However if I judge by your recent feat in the storehouse earlier, you are more than capable in thief and infiltration."
"Hey, I did it for you and Eli! Either way you would have looked ridiculous without a proper uniform for the Gala. But if you prefer, I could use my infiltration talents to put them back and leave you to fend for yourself…" You tease.
He glances at you from the side and chuckles. He quickly covers his mouth with his knuckles as if it had escaped him.
You, on the other hand, were expecting a sneaky remark, not a laugh.
It is so unexpected, you are bewildered by how it sounds, so sparkling, so…
Crystalline.
You are not sure how to react, you've never heard him laugh. You thought he didn’t.
Ever.
You realise you have never seen him as a person of his own, but rather this aloof and cryptic alien only here to infiltrate the Empire.
Despite his intelligence, you've subconsciously deprived him of his person…
But this laugh sheds a new light on him. You imagine him smiling and joking along with his peers, maybe his brother or sister.
That's right, he had a life before getting here. He surely had friends, a family, dreams and aspirations, maybe even a spouse… His exile must have deprived him of so much more than his world.
And you, you were prompted to classify him as the stranger one, the Other one, because it made your life easier to keep the view simple and unnuanced.
Gosh, you deserve to be slapped sometimes.
He clears his throat, recovering his composure as quick as he could, but a slight grin remains.
"Come on... Do not be so radical in your threats. One day you may execute them. Let us move on to the theoretical subjects."
You observe him take a seat at your usual terminals in the library, his chest still shaking intermittently with the last laughters.
You like how he sounds, it's refreshing.
And his smile…
So genuine.
You will make an effort to understand him better, maybe you will see more of him.
----------------------
It's weird.
You're weird.
Since your last dance lesson together, you're feeling weird.
You’re hot with sweaty hands, your thoughts are fuzzy, you stutter sometimes when you talk to…
It's happening again!
Get over it, damn it!
You try to concentrate on your screen, but you can't help yourself and look at him from the corner of your eye.
Thrawn is entirely focused on an article on his terminal. Straight and unmoving, his gaze travels on the screen as fast as his brain devours information.
You wonder if you could guess what he is looking at by analysing his posture… Since he doesn't deprive himself to do it to everyone else.
From what you've observed during those two months with him in the library he tends to join his hands in front of him while reading, he will fold them if he's analysing what he's seeing, if he watch a video he will keeps his legs parallel with his arms on them but will cross his limbs if he disagree with anything presented to him.
Currently, one of his arms is crossed over his chest while his other hand is resting on his chin… So he's not analysing, he's investigating.
He doesn't make moves to slide the screen, so not a text, and the shadows casted over his face are still, not a video either.
So he's scrutinizing an image…
You recall seeing some old tapestries on his datascreen earlier this afternoon, he must be studying the subjects further.
You keep observing him as discreetly as you could, gathering as much information as possible.
…
Fascinating how his hands are in comparison to his more muscular stature. With long and tapered fingers which balance out his noble and large palms, they appear elegant and delicate.
Now that you think of it, his hands were surprisingly soft in yours for someone who has trained all his life. Does he follow a routine or is it a Chiss adaptation from their environment?
Go figure.
…
He really has a superb profile…
"Is there something wrong, cadet (y/f/n)? Do you need assistance?" He asks you, out of the blue.
You blink in surprise, realising you were fixing him in complete silence for several seconds. You turn back to your screen confused, clearing your throat to give you composure.
"Nothing Sir, sorry Sir. I was just wondering what could captivate you like that… Sir."
"I am studying the necropolis plan of an early Togruta civilisation. I must admit, their sarcophagus made of cocoon and wax is one of the most intriguing funeral rites I have ever studied."
Because he studied a lot of funeral rites?
Creepy…
"What are you working on, Cadet?" He politely inquires, facing you fully.
"Ho, some battles simulations with randomly generated variables. I'm getting better at those, thanks to your teaching!"
You smile to ease any suspicions but your speech voice is higher than ordinary. You hope your answer satisfies him and give you time to appease the growing fluster in your bowels and mind.
You feel a weird warmth spreading as a mist through your body when he lays his eyes on you.
"Splendid. Let me see your progress."
What!? No.
Nononononononononononono!
He doesn't let you time to protest as he rises from his seat to slip behind you, his hands fold on his back.
Without a word, he observes your tactical and managerial skills in a battle of pixels where your hypothetical fleet must rescue and secure a freighter of explosives against two groups of separatists. A high coefficient subject in the final exam, and you couldn't give a single fuck about what was happening on the screen while he was standing this close behind your back.
You summon all your willpower to focus on your terminal, but your body is so tense it's stiff.
You're running on autopilot, blindly applying the manual's tactics. You try to shake you out of that state, but everytime you look at your screen the reflection of his incandescent eyes gets your attention and you lose track of the battle.
You had to bite your inner cheek to snap off of it and recompose yourself.
At the very moment you're finally concentrating on your simulation, Thrawn intervenes in one of your maneuvers.
"You are fighting two different groups of enemies. They have formerly agreed to form a coalition but they did not pledge allegiance to one another. How can you use those informations against them?"
You hesitate a moment, you thought he would have just watched how you were handling the mission and went back to his own screen.
Your mouth is completely dry when you answer.
"Hmm… I could harass one of their ships, pushing them to make mistakes against their allies and to fight each other?"
You see his reflection nods in approval, and you hear a little smile in his voice.
"Show me."
And like that, everything seemed easier, your muscles relax and you feel a surge of pride. You chide yourself immediately.
Something is definitively off about you. You need to take charge of your behaviour and mind.
But it is so pleasant to hear the warmth in his voice, you could indulge yourself a little.
Just a little.
You suddenly feel his hand on the backrest of your chair, cutting you off guard.
"There is a more efficient way to apply this tactic. Let me demonstrate."
Without further explanation, you feel him bend over your shoulder to grasp your mouse.
You are completely frozen.
He is so close your lips would brush his cheek if you dared turning your head.
Him, however, is stoic and focused as usual. His eyes directed toward the screen, his voice calmly details how to subdue your opponent with less casualty, but you're deaf to his speech.
All his words melt in a dulcet melody, you can feel his warmth reaching and diffusing through your body, all your inspirations are filled with his odor and it's spreading to the depth of your lungs.
You swallow with difficulty as your blood makes your cheeks go crimson.
Granted, you have already been closer than that when you teached him how to dance, but it was in context! Now, this just…
You're suddenly keenly aware of yourself, your sweat, your own odor, your body as flexible as a metal door…
How can he not notice? He prides himself on his abilities to read people and here?
Nothing?!
Is he blind?!
Your toes curl when his arm grazes yours, you keep crossing and uncrossing your legs.
How can he keep talking so mundanely while you were on the verge of spontaneously combusting?
You swear, if nothi-
"Thrawn! Here you are. The librarian told me you had borrowed a holo I could use."
A boy of a different class just passed his head in the alcove, breaking the tension in the air.
Thrawn straightens up, still unaware of your inner turmoil, to help this other student.
"Which holobook do you need?"
While he proceeds to recommend a whole bunch of holos to this guy, who clearly didn’t know what he was up to asking him for help, you seize this occasion to release a breath you didn't realise you were holding.
You feel your blood so furiously batting in your temples you can hear your own heartbeat resonating inside your skull.
You carefully massage your temple while taking long and deep breaths
Slowly your heartbeat slows and you begin to calm.
Good.
A quick glance at Thrawn indicates he's still talking with the other cadet about something you didn't care in the slightest.
You decide to finish all your battles simulations then you will call it a day.
_ _
You stretch your body at full lenght with a deep sight.
It took you longer than what you anticipated, but at least you had time come to your right senses.
This lesson had been… exhausting.
Both mentally and physically.
As you ease the tension in your neck you study the library, coming to the realisation it was dead silent. The usual sounds of footsteps and keyboards are absent and the disparate lights of the buildings are on. No silhouette in sight.
You didn't realise it was so late already!
Why Thrawn didn’t warn you? He must be back to his room by now.
You curse yourself for your negligence. After this joke of a battle simulation he must have lost his patience for the evening and headed back to his quarters with his less embarrassing friend…
… human?
What are we both to him?
You gather your stuff while you torture yourself with questions.
You rise from your seat to leave and stop dead on your tracks.
Thrawn is still here at his terminal, hidden by your own.
He did wait for you.
He is…
… sleeping?
His respiration is steady and calm with his hands folded on his lap, only his head slightly bent forward could be seen as unusual for him.
You carefully approach him, unsure what to do.
On one hand sleeping in this position is bad for the spine, on the other he looks so peaceful. You don't have the heart to disturb him.
After reflection, if you don't wake him yourself the librarians will do it, with less precautions.
You kneel to his side and try to wake him up as gently as possible.
"Sir? Sir. Come on, the library is hardly heated, you will catch a cold."
Really? A cold? For someone who originated from an iceworld?
You silently berate yourself.
His scent slowly reaches your nose once more, making you feel a little fuzzy once again . Under the smell of new leather and Iron, when you focus yourself, you are sure to perceive a familiar fragrance… like a forest after the rain.
You like it.
"Thrawn… Come on, wake up. We are the last one."
You slightly squeeze his shoulder but are only rewarded by silence.
He must be a heavy sleeper. It's funny, you would have bet the opposite.
The thought makes you smile as you study his face in more detail.
Even closed, the red glow of his eyes is still perceptible.
Your eyes lazily follow the lines of his cheekbones, then his nose before laying on his lips.
You stare at them a few seconds, your imagination running wild.
You wonder… how they feel.
How they taste.
Your mouth waters mildly at this only thought.
They are quite a tantalizing sight… really...
You bite yours with envy as you slowly lean toward him.
They look soft, and… inviting.
You wet your lips to soften them. Only one, like a secret. You close your eyes to savor the instant aND WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!
You jump away from him as reality hits you.
What were you thinking?!
Is that you now?!
A girl incapable of controlling herself to the point of taking advantage of a man during his sleep?!
Is that everything your former relationships had taught you?!
REALLY?!
You're so ashamed you abandon the idea of waking him up.
You put your jacket on his shoulder to prevent the hypothetical cold and run off from the library in a mad rush without looking back.
You need to cease these sessions.
…
It's a good thing you didn't look back.
Who knows how to interpret that piercing red sight following you in silence as you escaped?
@exoplorationn, @bluechiss
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