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you’re telling me a crab ran these goons??
#crab rangoons#crab#rangoons#wouldn’t do much for a klondike bar#but I’d do a lot for just one crabbed rangoon#you’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice??
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dialogue prompts
so for those unaware of how my life tends to go, I end up in a lot of situations where I end up saying something weird or people say weird things to me, and I like adapting those things into prompt lists. send whatever ship/character/what have you with a number and we’ll see how this goes
“Did I go too far?” “Did you go too far? I called my husband a cartoon lesbian!”
“You’re throwing candy at him and he doesn’t even have his tits out.” “That’s how he gets a peanut butter cup.”
“Conservative radio? That has to be Rush Limbaugh.” “Fuck Rush Limbaugh!”
“I’m a massive fucking atheist, but it brings me so much joy to picture Nancy Reagan in hell.”
“You’re so small, it’s like your body can’t contain your excitement. It’s really funny to watch actually.”
“Do not use the word ‘curate’ in relation to 80s heavy metal. You picked it. ‘Curate’, fuck off.”
“I think the neighbors got evicted.” “No, really? It’s about time.”
“You’re like the guy, what’s his name, can’t talk to girls?” “I’d be mad if you weren’t totally right.”
“When you were little I thought you might have been autistic.” “When I was little?”
“You have been gone for six hours-” “Hello child.” “Hi dad- more than six hours actually-”
“I almost took the wrong exit and ended up in Canada, so that’s my day.”
“Who has childproof locks on their car doors?” “What?” “I don’t know, I got stuck in the backseat of a car because of childproofing that shouldn’t exist.”
“I feel like your boyfriend can’t cook.” “Why would you think that?” “Because you cook for him sometimes.” “Why would that mean he can’t though?”
“I think my grandpa tried to set me up with his pastor’s son. Stop laughing, this is serious.”
“Why did she hate you?” “No idea, at that point I was just trying to survive middle school.”
“Well, I mean, the waitress was flirting with you.” “The waitress was what now?”
“What kind of cosmic fuck up did you make to result in this kind of karma?” “I don’t know. I’m so tired.”
“What are you, a dog? Stop chewing on that, you absolute child.”
“You’re just boobing all over the place.” “Boobing.”
“Wait, hold on, let me guess. May of whatever year we were in seventh grade in Detroit.” “Yeah actually, what the fuck? That’s so specific, how did you do that?”
“I like that you call information about yourself lore… Wait, did you just say you got hit by a car?” “I love the order you processed that in.”
“Who had them pegged as the bitch with the biggest tits in this apartment? Not me, that’s for sure.”
“Come here, I need you to bless the vodka bottle.” “I don’t believe in Jesus.” “You don’t need to, just come bless the bottle.”
“I’m stealing his daughter and if he’s still being a homophobe I’ll steal his wife too.”
“I broke up with my boyfriend and my therapist fucking cheered.” “I don’t disagree with her.”
“You would suck dick for a crab rangoon.” “Oh for sure.”
“Someone just handed me condoms in a way that seemed like he thought I had the hardware to be able to use them, however I like that I pass as someone who does, so I’ll take it.”
“So you’re like, an expert on the Titanic, right?” “Is this about the submarine?” “Maybe.” “Great, buckle in, you’ve come to the right person.”
“Do you want me to explain bottom surgery to you? Because I think you’re going to get grossed out.” “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” (dear reader, she was, in fact, grossed out)
“You have main character things happen to you while having the attitude of a quirky side character, and I love it.”
“Is that a lemon?” “It’s a cat, but I see where you’re coming from.”
“During pride month? This is homophobia.” “That was loud.” “Good, I hope the homophobe heard.”
“He was like, ‘is your roommate hot?’ and I was like ‘what, yeah, why?’ like who asks that?” “You think I’m hot?”
“So I have a proposition.” “No.” “You don’t even know what it is.” “Yes I do. That one asshole is hitting you up for a booty call. Don’t.” “Bitch.”
“Where are your wisdom teeth?” “Probably in a medical waste container somewhere if they’re still on this plane of existence.”
“I thought he was kidding!” “Who would joke about a turtle?”
“Hey, can someone drive me to the Urgent Care?” “Like now?” “If you’re not busy.”
“Listen. I avoided admitting myself to a hospital for any reason for almost 17 years. Don’t yell at me for not knowing that wasn’t an Urgent Care problem.”
“Whose Rabbi came to the soccer game?”
“Are you fucking colorblind? That’s purple.”
“I got hit on at the grocery store.” “Was he cute?” “He looked greasy.”
“How do you not know who David Bowie is?” “That is the loudest I’ve ever heard you, holy fuck.”
“When I get wine drunk, I get horny.” “We could have a threesome.” “There’s four people here.” “Oh. Foursome then.”
“Hey can I give you a dollar for one of those beanie babies? I need to butcher it for a cat toy.” “Sure?”
“Sit, we need to talk to you about something.” “Remember when you got high a couple weeks ago and had a gender crisis?”
“Are you going to stab me?” “What? Oh, butter knife, sorry.”
“You know when men have that little swoop of hair? The queef?” “Oh my god I’m crying, you mean a quiff.”
“There is a very large bug on my flowers and I don’t want to touch it.” “That’s my cicada, he’s already dead.”
“Dude, I’ve lived with you for like three months, you’re so obviously a switch.”
“Sometimes you say things and I do not question you because they are the most on brand things you could possibly say. Like sure, I’ll buy that you listen to punk music and have a high pain tolerance. That seems right.”
#ellis writes#prompts#writing prompts#dialogue prompts#send prompts#these are some fun ones#also if anyone wants to send a good omens prompt 👀
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I feel like word vomiting so I thought I’d blog.
Today is a good day. I can feel it inside me.
Yesterday Danny and I got groceries. We were able to spend a little more on things this time around compared to the last two or three shopping trips. $245! That’s not a lot to some, but it is much better than the $200 we’ve been making stretch two weeks that we’ve been having. We have been very broke before so this is wonderful.
We went to Aldi and then Walmart. It made me very overstimulated to go to two groceries stores after cleaning for R, but it was worth it to have food in the house again.
Today I’m taking advantage of the food in the house. I am making a dessert. It’s chilling in the fridge right now but it looks really yummy. It’s two cans evaporated milk, one can sweetened condensed milk, and a thing of jello blended together. It looked good online so fingers crossed it lives up to my expectations.
I am also going to make some crab rangoons. I am not going to fry them, because I am terrified to do that when Danny is at work and also I don’t feel like it. I’m going to bake them. It’s my me day anyway I don’t want to do too much work lol.
I might also make some beef for dinner. It depends on my energy levels.
I woke up and made myself coffee. It was nice to treat myself. I have been adding some chocolate chips to the bottom of my cups to make it like a mocha. It’s real good lol.
I made myself a joint that I’ve been smoking on most of the day. Just now around 5:30 PM I’m making a bowl in my pipe. It’s been nice to just slowly smoke on it and have a slower start to my day.
I watched the Five Nights at Freddy’s movie on Peacock. It was fun. I hope they make another. I know people complained it was cheesy, but bottom line it’s a children’s horror game franchise that made a PG-13 movie. It’s going to be PG-13 at times. I just appreciate the level of detail in the animatronics and how MattPat was in it lol. A fun movie.
I think I’ve been feeling good emotionally. Yesterday I was very overwhelmed so I was kind of bitchy. Once I ate food I was much more pleasant. Today, idk. I think I’m just focused on getting these cooking projects done. In my head I’m plotting what I’ll do next. When I’m done writing this Im going to finish my bowl and get started on these crab rangoons.
I love when it rains, makes me feel like things are going to be okay. Idk why. I just feel safe when it’s raining. Maybe because I sleep to sounds of rainstorms.
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Have you ever written a song?: Nah.
What was the last drink you had?: Pepsi.
Do you ever feel numb?: In the depression kind of way.
Which do you think would be scarier to experience, an avalanche or tsunami? : Uh, I’d really like to avoid both please.
Do you currently have a honey jar in your pantry?: We have that kind in the little cute bear bottle.
Do you always find a silver lining in bad situations? : I’m learning to ever since my relationship with God began a few years. Doesn’t mean I don’t have a hard time still with that while in the midst of a bad situation, but the difference is I have something to hold onto. There’s some hope where there wasn’t before. Im still very much a work in process and have so much to learn still, but I have been working on it and Im able to see what I didn’t before. Before I couldn’t do that at all.
Do you prefer being inside or outside?: Inside.
When did you last use a lighter or matches?: I don’t mess with either one I’m a scaredy cat.
Do you think the ocean needs more exploring? : There’s so much more to find I’m positive of that.
Do you ever experience panic attacks?: Yeppp.
Have you ever had to call 911 or your country's emergency number?: Yes.
What was the last conversation you had about?: My nurse explaining what meds she was giving me.
Are you doing okay?: 🙃
Do you know an Olivia? : No.
Is there a past relationship/friendship you miss?: Yes, a few.
Do you like mangoes? : No.
Last song you listened to?: I’m watching Pitch Perfect, so the songs they played in that.
What do you believe in the most?: God and also how blessed I am to have my family.
What was the last movie you watched and enjoyed?: Rewatched the newest Doctor Strange and love it just as much.
Do you use captions when watching TV?: Yeah, sometimes.
What was the last app you used?: Tumblr. That’s my only way right now.
What's your most used app?: My various social medias, YouTube, and Kindle Unlimited.
What percentage is your phone battery on?: 100%.
Are there any recipes you'd like to try?: Tons. I have a big collection of recipes board on my Pinterest.
Did you use Vine when it existed? : To watch videos, yes, but not upload.
What decorations do you have in your bedroom?: Christmas lights.
Who is a celebrity you'd like to hang out with?: Alexander Skarsgard.
How many amusement parks have you visited?: 3.
Do you prefer chewy or crunchy textures more?: Crunchy.
What last broke your heart?: My situation and how its affecting my family and some things I’m missing out on and yeah.
What is happiness in your own words?: Being healthy for me and being able to enjoy life. That’s what I crave.
Do you still live in the town you grew up in?: I do.
Are there any events coming up you're looking forward to?: I was looking forward to seeing the new Thor, but unfortunately I’ll have to wait until it comes out on Disney+.
What's the most random collection you've had or known someone to have?: I collected rocks growing up.
Are you currently wearing anything green?: No.
Do you google your symptoms everytime there is something wrong?: I did do that a lot and relied on Dr. Google when I should have gone to the actual doctor and saw specialists.
Have you or would you ever go see a psychic? : No.
Who is the strongest person you know? : My mom.
What's your go to Chinese food order?: Chow mien, egg rolls, potstickers, crab rangoon.
When was the last time you visited family?: My mom comes everyday and my dad and brother come a couple or so days when they can.
Do you currently feel restless?: How’d you know?
What is something you're naturally good at?: Hm.
Have you had coffee or tea today?: No, I can’t. 😩
What flower did you last see?: I have no idea.
What's your favorite fictional book?: I have many favorite fictional books.
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ricky bowen x reader second series!! part seven
— (continuation) starstruck au!
first series | series masterlist, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten
IN WHICH you surprise ricky in california
WARNINGS swearing
NOTES super cheesy but i think we’ve established that’s just how i write HAHA enjoy!
text dividers from @writeyourmindaway !!
( tags: @hesvoid34 @omgdani17 )
lowercase intended.
you wandered around the airport, looking through the little shops and cafes that were scattered around. you bought a few snacks for the flight and grabbed a magazine that ricky was on the front page of (you were curious). before long, the first call to board your flight was called, and you made your way over immediately. this was the first time you’ve ever traveled on your own (in the past you’ve at least had camilla with you) and you were sort of nervous, but it was worth it. you couldn’t wait to see ricky.
you were sitting on the plane next to a girl who looked to be about your age. you smiled at her politely and situated yourself into your seat. after a moment, she turned to you.
“i’m so sorry to be that person— but you’re ricky’s girlfriend, aren’t you?” she asked. your stomach dropped slightly but you smiled.
“yeah!”
she smiled reassuringly. “i’m not going to like... ask for an autograph or anything. i just thought i recognized you. i’m kourtney.”
“that’s a huge relief, if i’m being honest,” you said. “i’m (y/n). although, i guess everyone sort of knows that.”
“yeah, guess that’s what you sign up for when you date a celebrity,” kourtney said. “how did you guys meet?”
“he hit me with a door at a club,” you both laughed. “i guess it was up from there.”
she smiled. “that’s really great. are you on your way to see him now?”
“yeah, going to surprise him,” you said. “what are you off to do?”
“oh, i live in california!” she said. “with my best friend, nini.”
“salazar-roberts?” you asked. she nodded. “so i guess you understand the only-being-known-for-someone-else thing, huh.”
“yeah,” she said. “nini and i have been friends forever but when she became famous i was just known as her friend. and then when her and ricky started dating, i was known as the friend of him, too. sorry if that’s weird to bring up.”
“not at all, nini seems great. i’d love to meet her,” you said. “have you talked to ricky since they broke up?”
“not really,” kourtney said. “it’s the type of thing where your friends because they’re dating your friend. but i have nothing against him, really.”
“glad to hear you have nothing against him,” you both laughed. “it’s nice to talk to someone who isn’t all about getting to ricky through me.”
“same, except with nini,” she said. “hey, we’re both going to the same place, maybe we could hang out. you could meet nini, if that wouldn’t be too weird for you.”
“if she’s down for it, so am i, absolutely.”
kourtney grinned. “give me your phone number. we can talk.”
you gave her your number and the two of you chatted throughout the rest of the flight, getting to know each other and sharing stories of how far fans have gone to get nini’s or ricky’s information. soon enough, the plane was landing.
“it was really great talking to you,” you said. “i’m glad we conveniently ended up next to each other.”
“me too!” she said and hugged you tightly. “i’ll be texting you. how long are you in town?”
“two weeks!”
“great! see you soon!” she waved goodbye to you before the two of you parted your separate ways. you pulled out your phone and saw a bunch of messages that ashlyn had sent you while you were on the plane.
you smiled at your phone and found yourself walking at a slightly faster pace when you read through her messages. you called an uber and gave them the address, and within 45 minutes, you were pulling into ricky’s driveway. your heart soared.
you paid your uber, grabbed your bags from the back and hurried towards the front door. you could hear talking inside and the faint sound of parks and recreation playing on the tv. you rang the doorbell and waited.
you heard ricky’s voice ask who was at the door, and ashlyn and red played it off and told him to go check. your heart was racing as you heard shuffling come from inside, and finally, the door opened to reveal ricky. his look of confusion changed immediately to joy and without saying anything, he rushed forward to hold you and you dropped your bags on the ground.
his arms around your waist and yours around his neck, you buried your face in his neck, taking in his familiar scent. he held you tightly, as if afraid that if he let you go you would disappear. you stayed in his embrace for a while, and when you pulled back, you resisted the urge to hug him again. he studied your face with adoration in his eyes and your heart didn’t stop racing. he placed his hand on your chin and lifted your face up so he could kiss you. you kissed him back immediately, your arms around his waist.
when you pulled away, he couldn’t stop grinning, and neither could you.
“what are you doing here?” was the first thing he asked you. you grinned.
“surprise,” you said. “i missed you so much, i didn’t want to be away from you anymore.”
“oh my god, i love you so much,” he said. “i’m so glad you’re here.”
you grinned. “me too.”
“okay, move!” you heard from behind ricky. an arm pushed ricky away from you and you saw ashlyn. “i want to hug my cousin.”
you laughed as ashlyn hugged you tightly, ricky standing to the side with an amused grin on his face. ashlyn rubbed your back and grinned when she pulled away.
“i missed you so much. i’m so glad you’re here, these next two weeks are going to be the best,” she said. you nodded.
“best spring break yet.”
ashlyn moved so you could hug big red. ricky grabbed your bags from off the ground and closed the door, placing a hand on your back. “i’m gonna bring your bags up to my room, okay?”
“okay,” you replied softly. he kissed the side of your head and disappeared up the stairs. you, ashlyn, and big red went to sit on the couch.
“how have you guys been?” you asked them. ashlyn back was leaning up against big red’s chest and she titled her head up to look at him.
“i’m great, if i’m being honest,” ashlyn said. “with my boy, and my favorite cousin.”
“favorite cousin? that’s all i am to you?” you joked. ashlyn laughed.
“it’s a compliment, i have a lot of cousins,” you both laughed and she continued. “but seriously. i’m really excited for the four of us to spend time together.”
“me too,” big red said. “i felt bad, i didn’t want ricky to be third wheeling for these couple of weeks. it’ll be nice having you here, (y/n).”
“hey, do you guys want to order pizza or sushi for dinner tonight?” ricky suddenly asked, walking towards the couch from the bottom of the stairs.
“what about chinese?” ashlyn suggested. big red nodded.
“chinese sounds good.”
ricky shrugged. “alright. (y/n), you okay with that?”
“absolutely.”
“okay. i’ll call. the place on 3rd street, right?”
big red nodded. “yeah, they have the best crab rangoons.”
ricky nodded and pulled out his phone, walking into the other room so he could call the restaurant. big red leaned towards you. “he seems happier already, now that you’re here.”
your eyes drifted to the doorway of the kitchen, where ricky had just gone. “that was the goal of me visiting.”
the four of you spent the night binging random movies (a lot of them were movies that you and ashlyn loved, but ricky and big red didn’t really care for). you didn’t leave ricky’s side for the whole night.
#ricky bowen starstruck au#joshua bassett#high school musical the musical the series#hsmtmts#olivia rodrigo#ashlyn caswell#bowen#ricky#ricky bowen x reader#drivers license#hsm the series#ricky bowen headcanons#ricky bowen one shots#ricky bowen
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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 12: Final Home Exercise Program
Characters: Captain Syverson x OFC (Shane Dawson)
Summary: Our lovers spend one last night together and the next morning have a serious discussion about their future after more new information comes to light about Sy’s upcoming training. Can the new relationship sustain the stress? Are Shane’s feelings justified, or can they overcome what lies before them?
Spoilers suck! Start from the top or wherever you left off HERE!
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: Language, mature themes, smut, angst…well, near angst. As angsty as I get.
Author’s Note: Sorry this has taken so long, my darling dears! I’m currently on vacation and although I was hoping to be inspired by new surroundings, it’s given me WICKED writer’s block! I have a pretty solid plan for more chapters, though, so, buckle up!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.
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Sy's last two PT appointments could not have gone better. On paper, anyway. He was at full strength in his injured knee, his range of motion was better than it was in the so-called good knee, and he hadn't complained of pain above a 2/10 in the last five sessions. He'd even been using the treadmill properly the last two weeks, working up to his own goal of running again. Her goals for him were met…they could have probably stopped a session short, but she'd wanted to give him a few more handouts to finalize his HEP…and well, she'd be in major trouble for saying so, but…she couldn't stand the thought of cancelling that last visit. It felt like quitting, even though it would have been justified.
In practice, however, there was a tension between them that had never existed before. Something creating awkward energy that they couldn't seem to shake. They hadn't seen each other much outside of therapy this week, either. Not since the night of their argument. Sy had to do a lot of prep for his trip to Virginia, and Shane's caseload this week had been ridiculous. Dozens of evaluations and updates and calls to various companies on different kinds of splints and orthotics she was hoping to get for a few of her patients. A lot of time spent on the phone meant a lot of after-hours documentation. She needed a break. Even if it meant she'd have to do some work over the weekend. Sy was leaving tomorrow to get settled in Charlottesville before the big training course began. She didn't want them to be apart on his last night home for a month.
"Hey, as a celebration of your discharge from PT and your new career trajectory, how about dinner on me tonight?"
"But…you don't really want me to leave town…or to be done with therapy. Not that I, myself, won't miss you feeling me up in public." he smirked as she took his last set of range of motion measurements, her hands gently holding one arm of her goniometer to the side of his thigh…suddenly too aware of him.
"Not entirely true. I'm glad you're better, I'll just miss seeing you through the day. It breaks up the…" she sighed "the monotony of my daily life. Also, why would I want you to leave town? What would that say about me as your girlfriend?" she explained.
"S'pose you're right."
"In this case, yes. Yes I am." She winked at him.
They finished up and she gave him a few more exercises to keep in his arsenal to maintain strength and range in both knees.
"Okay, now, I won't be around to harass you about these, but keep doing them regularly, and just modify them as I've notated if they get too easy. Try to just do more reps, though. I wouldn't try to bulk it up just yet, and that's what you'll do with more weight added."
"Yes, ma'am." he said for old time's sake. She shook her head and smirked.
"And listen, please. This is your physical therapist talking right now. Be careful and mindful during … your cross country training." she wanted to call it "Survivor-Virginia," but refrained. She knew it would get his hackles up. And she was taking enough of a chance insisting that he be careful. "Nature has perils for the perfectly fit. The already injured are at a disadvantage from the gate. Mind your footing. And try not to run unless you have to. Uneven surfaces are not your friend just yet. You still need to work up to that. If you want, I'll help you with it when you get back. Just…don't undo all this work we've done together."
He seemed to see his woman peeking out from behind the mask of his therapist. Concern coloring the neutral and clinical advice she was giving him.
"I'll do my best, sunshine." he held her by the arms and kissed her forehead. It felt too intimate for the setting, but they had done worse. "I'll see ya tonight then?"
"Yeah, I'll bring some food by your place after work. What do you want?"
"Hmmm…I'll let you know." he kissed her cheek and left.
The next hour was her lunch, so she had time to contemplate what seeing him walk out for the last time had made her feel. She sighed, and started to well up, getting out her lunch bag to begin eating and documenting when a knock came at the door frame.
It was Sy, looking forlorn and manic and altogether a mess. Very unlike himself.
"I got out to the truck and something just felt wrong about the way I left today. As if it was any other day. Not our last session. You were trying to get that to land…I'm a little slow. But I finally got it." he walked to her, grabbing her up from her chair in a hug that mended all of the broken parts of her. Squeezed her back together when she'd been damn near falling apart. "Shane, you…you did more than just make me better. You've…made me better. Happier. Whole. I'll never be able to thank you properly for all of this, but…I intend to try for as long as you'll let me."
He held her while her tears fell softly onto his Def Leppard shirt. This was what she needed. For him to simply hold her, complete her, love her.
"Also, I think I'd like Chinese food tonight." she laughed into his neck.
"You idiot."
"You still like me."
"I do. And you don't need to worry about thanking me, Sy. You return the favor daily by just…being you…and being mine." She pulled him in to a ferociously sexy kiss, her hands in his hair, still too short for her liking, but getting there.
He broke away, neither wanting it to end, but both knowing it must, all the same.
"I thought we couldn't do this at your work?" he inquired, slightly out of breath.
"We couldn't do this while you were a patient. You're officially discharged. Last appointment over. All I have to do is sign your note and it's a done deal. But now…if you wanted to drop by for lunch sometime when you get back from training for your fancy job…we could…make it a regular occurrence." she smiled up into his entrancing blue eyes, sparkling with promise.
"I like the sound of that, sunshine." he gave her one more chaste kiss before his official goodbye. "See ya tonight."
As she watched him leave, she remembered thinking to herself one day how he probably used to take very confident strides…that hardly did his walk justice.
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She ordered their favorites, four entrees total, so they had options, crab rangoon, egg rolls, dumplings, the works. She would be happy to eat off the leftovers all weekend. She wasn't fussy. She loved leftover Chinese takeout.
He met her at the door, having advance warning of her arrival from the canine burglar alarm, Aika.
"You got her. Good girl." he said sweetly thanking the pup for sounding off the Twilight Bark throughout the neighborhood.
"Hello!" She handed off the food to Sy and scratched at the German Shepherd's ears the way she liked, her tail wagging with joyous speed.
"I thought we could set up a buffet on the coffee table downstairs while we watch TV?"
"Sounds great!" She said, with an enthusiasm that sounded almost forced. She wasn't able to fully shake this foreboding she felt saying goodbye to him, no matter how long they'd be apart.
Sy grabbed plates and silverware while Shane got them some beverages, and they headed downstairs, Aika knowing her boundaries did not extend to the basement except by invitation, whined at their descent. Sy wasn't having it.
"Oh, don't give us that sob story, ya brat." he rolled his eyes at Shane.
"Aww, can't she come down with us?"
"No way. I want you all to myself." a devilish smirk twitched up the corners of his mouth making him even more handsome.
"Aika has nothin' on you. You're the real dog." she teased.
"I make no excuses or arguments. I'm gonna be selfish with you tonight." they put the food and supplies on the coffee table and he caught her up into his arms. He seemed to want to inhale her into his lungs.
"Mmmm, as endearing as I've always found generosity, I really like the sound of that." She let out a huff of amusement.
They spent an uncharacteristically short amount of time choosing something to watch. They'd already started a miniseries together, and they wanted to finish it before Sy left. It was a British political thriller with a lot of intrigue and quite a bit of sex. They only had two hours left, so they finished it quickly as they ate.
They decided to put on something familiar afterward. Die Hard. Which they both quoted with ridiculous precision. They were cuddled into each other on the big sectional, lulled into comfort by the familiar security of the dialogue and the warmth of the other.
Soon, Sy's hand found its way to Shane's thigh. It inched its way inside and up. She felt like he could hear her heart rate quicken, just as she knew he could hear her breaths come with more effort due to his touch.
She looked at him, and despite her apprehension about his decision to leave her so early in their relationship, she wanted him. She'd known for so long now. It felt like forever, for longer than they'd even known one another. A ridiculous notion. But with that same gaze, she begged him to continue. The signal was not lost on the captain. His mouth punished hers in a kiss so deliciously violent and needy she thought there was no way he couldn't feel the same for her. She pushed to the back of her busy mind all of the negative emotions the kiss brought up, the confusion as to how and why he was going to leave her when he clearly needed her just as badly as she needed him, and just let this beautiful moment become what it would.
As hard as that was to do.
The way he touched her was a pretty effective distraction. One hand held her firmly against his mouth by the nape while the other built friction in her over her jeans. She felt her body's primal responses of the building pressure and her hands gripping at his shirt. His guttural moan at her answering touch only fueled the inferno in her. She needed more of him. She thrust up into his hand wantonly. He took himself away from her, cruelly, but to be so very kind, she would soon see. He undid her jeans and tugged them down, along with her panties. In the process, he repositioned her conveniently at the edge of the sofa. He scooted the coffee table out of the way enough to kneel before her. He tortured her with kisses from her knee up her inner thigh on both sides before continuing those kisses where she really needed them.
His warm breath hit her first and she arched, aching in anticipation for the corporeal. He looked up at her with his dervish's grin, seeing the desire on her face and feeling it course through her body, and although he was a better man than her previous lovers, and a better man than most, no man was so good that making his woman feel like this didn't make him feel like a god.
"Darlin', you're so gorgeous like this." he said as he teased her with his mouth. Her words failed. She had only unintelligible syllables for him. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed thoroughly amused by her speechlessness. Amused and encouraged. She'd never felt like this before. His lips and tongue worked over her trembling flesh, both as familiar paths and brand new territory. Discovering the new and remembering the familiar, all at once.
"Sy." she whispered, so close to her peak, and needing him to continue, but unable to do more than moan his name.
"I know, sugar. I know it won't be long. Whenever you're ready, sweetheart."
And she fell apart under his expert touch. He soothed her body down from the climax and asked her if she was ready for bed.
"I think not!" she replied. "The movie isn't over." and she pulled him up to her by the cheeks into another crushing kiss and guided him to the couch. She kicked her bottoms off her ankles to avoid tripping and repositioned herself between his legs as he'd done with her.
"You don't have to, sunshine." he caressed her jaw.
"I know, babe. I want to. Let me do this for you." He was always eager to taste her but she'd yet to return the favor at his own request. She was done letting him decline. She didn't want him leaving without giving him this small parting gift.
It wasn't as if she was unfamiliar with how big he was. She'd touched him, and had him inside her…but seeing him this close was different. She fully appreciated what a feat it was to take him.
She started in with her own tricks, which made him moan, just as planned. His hands laced gently and lovingly in her hair as she worked her mouth and hands over him. She looked up at him after a few moments to gauge his reaction and couldn't have been more pleased. His expression was one of pure, tortured bliss. She felt so powerful.
"Angel, I'm not gonna last much longer." she took that as her cue to get on top of him.
She joined their bodies with a groan of ecstasy that he echoed. She gripped his shoulders as she moved against him, slow and measured at first, but becoming more frantic and erratic as she chased her climax. One hand remaining on her hip, the other came to her chin and directed her gaze to him. Her eyes, blazing with desire, met his, full of tears. She fell against his lips, as she climbed higher, needing that final push to send her over. Which it did, tumbling into that familiar bliss, that she'd have to savor for…well, too long. She didn't want to think too hard about that. This would be their last night together for several weeks. And she wanted to make the most of it. She looked at him, nodded, and after a few more thrusts, he came to his own pinnacle with a shudder beneath her, clutching at her back, resting his head on her sternum. She held him there, and took a few cleansing breaths with her own cheek pressed against his lengthening hair. She stroked the ones at the back of his neck for a moment as they came down from their impossible high.
"Shall we continue this upstairs?" she asked as the cheery, festive, and entirely out-of-season notes of "Let It Snow" played on the TV with the rolling credits of Die Hard. He grinned.
"Yeah, if I still have bones in my legs." he kissed her neck, just above the collar of her tee. "And I'll come down later and clear all this up. We'll just have to close the door so Aika doesn't come down and have herself a party. She's a good dog, but I'm not about to tempt her."
Shane carefully slid off of Sy's lap, attempting not to make too much of a mess, grabbed her panties and slipped them on for the walk to Sy's room.
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The musical chiming of Sy's phone alarm came too damned early. They'd barely slept, not wanting to waste a moment together. When they finally nodded off after their last round of fervent love-making, they wrapped themselves around one another and were both out like lights in no time. Now he was untangling himself from her to turn the noise off and presumably begin the process of getting ready to leave for the airport. He only snoozed it, though, and pulled her more tightly against his bare, hairy chest.
"What time is it?" She asked, bleary from lack of sleep and extreme fatigue. Not that she was complaining.
"Seven. But my flight doesn't leave until 10, and it's just from the base. There's a flight leaving there for Charlottesville-Albemarle Airport and I'm hitchin' a ride with them."
"Oh good. I had anticipated we'd have to drive to Springfield, or even St. Louis this morning." She would do it for Sy, of course, but she wasn't looking forward to a six hour minimum round trip, half of which she would have to make alone.
"Nah, and I'm hoping to work something out for the return trip, too, but I'll let you know about that, then. I've made those open ended, though, because I don't know about the return date."
"Sure. God, that's so…crazy. Not in a bad way, just, I can't imagine leaving home without a clear plan on when I'd be back. Of course, knowing it won't be more than a month helps, I guess."
"Yeah."
"And really, a part of me has dreamed of living a sort of nomadic existence since I was very young, so I definitely see the romance in it."
"Totally agree. Hey, I'm hungry. How about we get ready and I'll buy ya breakfast?" He seemed evasive, but she was hungry, too, so she let it go.
"Sounds great!"
They got up and showered together, keeping the sexy time to a minimum given the current time constraints they'd now placed upon themselves. If they didn't hurry, they'd never get out of Cracker Barrell in time to get him to the base.
He loaded his bag in her cargo space and they headed off to the restaurant, which was hopping with traffic on a Saturday morning, as was expected. But since there were only two of them, they got a table without waiting.
They ordered coffees, and Cokes, not super healthy, but hey, this wasn't a daily occurrence. It was a splurge.
Sy ordered some massive and meaty breakfast spread that sounded like a heart attack waiting to happen, while Shane kept it simple with biscuits and gravy and a side of fruit…also, she stole a strip of Sy's bacon. Again…she was a weak woman.
The conversation was light and friendly and lovey…until the time came to leave. Sy picked up the check and took it to the counter to pay and then led her out the double doors back to her vehicle.
"You'll be able to FaceTime me on evenings you haven't gone walkabout in the wilderness, right?"
"I'm not sure they call it that outside of Australia, or even the Crocodile Dundee movies, but yeah, we'll plan on that, for sure."
"Good. I'll miss you so much. But at least I have a pretty good idea of when you'll be back." she was spouting excitedly, but he was being rather cagey again. He piped up with three words that never start off a good sentence.
"Yeah, about that…" she looked at him as they closed the doors to her Explorer, waiting for him to continue…hoping for good news, but expecting bad.
"I got an email last night…late…that I…that the training…might take longer than they told me at first." he winced for the impact of her reception of the anticipated bad news.
"Longer…uh-huh. How much longer?" she asked, backing out of her parking space.
"Ya know if you back into these spaces you don't have to worry about--"
"Really? This is the moment you want to man-splain the concepts of parking to me, Sy? I'll save you the trouble. My dad couldn't get me to do it, and I don't see you having any success, either. Now, how much longer?"
"I don't…they didn't give a concrete--"
"Give me your best guess based on what you know. Give me a range. A ballpark, if you will."
"Uhh…two or three more…weeks…than planned." he winced as she drove toward Fort Leonard Wood Army Base from the peaceful breakfast joint. It was rather poetic, really, since the conversation had turned from relaxed to militant. And they were driving from civilian territory into a land of combatants. Not a war zone, but a zone of warriors, perhaps. And she was ready for battle, herself.
"Sy. That's more than six weeks."
"I know." he said, his eyes downcast in some combination of shame, fear, and sadness.
"And you're…fine with it?" she prodded, prompting him to consider her.
"Of course I don't like it. I'm gonna hate being away from my sunshine for even a week. But this is…it's about who I am. Who I'm meant to be from now on. I have to find my way from here, Shane."
"I guess my only question is…where do I fit into this…path. This life you're making for yourself? We're brand new. But we've worked really hard already to get where we are. And I've worked really hard to get to where I am, professionally. In my dream job. No, the circumstances aren't ideal, but the work makes me think, and gives me purpose. What am I suppose to do? Either I give that up, or I give up…the only man I've ever been with who's made me actually happy."
"I don't want that. I don't want to lose you, and I don't want you to give anything up for me, darlin.' That'll just lead to you resentin' me down the road, and I don't want that, neither." He stopped a moment and just looked at her, face holding back frustrated and angry tears…but also very sad ones. "What about this? Let's just, talk about all this moving forward stuff when I'm back from training. At that point, I'll know more about what to expect about jobs and assignments. And…if it would make you feel more comfortable…we can call ourselves…unexclusive. That way, if you meet someone while I'm gone--"
"Have you lost your mind?" She interrupted his ridiculous attempt to be selfless. She was secure enough in his feelings for her that he wasn't making the suggestion for himself.
"I'm serious. If you meet someone, and he sweeps you off your feet, don't resist. I want you to be happy, Shane."
"Then come back and teach gym at the local high school. Better yet, don't go, at all."
"You remember all that stuff you said about having your dream job and a purpose?" Shane nodded. "You want me to find all that too, don'tcha?"
"No. I'm a selfish bitch who wants you here with me no matter the cost. And I don't care if you resent me in the long run. At least I'll have you." she laughed at her sarcasm and only slightly true self-deprecation.
"You'll be fine. You managed so far without me." he reminded her as she pulled up to the gate, guarded by about four men, who's rank she couldn't tell, but one of whom Sy called a sergeant.
"I'll get out here and they'll take me to the hangar in a cart. No civilian vehicles allowed today. Apparently they're doing maneuvers." he shrugged and got out to grab his bag.
"I put the rest of the takeout in here too. It's in one of my nice coolers on ice."
"Thanks." she told her shoes as they stood under the shade of her rear access hatch. She couldn't look at him right now. He made her, though.
"This ain't quite like the airport, but I still don't have a lot of time, sunshine." he kissed her hard, and it really felt like a goodbye, which almost hurt more than his leaving. Almost. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, and she knew she'd feel that embrace all evening. She hoped it would last for weeks.
"I love you, Sy." she sobbed to him. Trying like hell to keep it together.
"I love you, darlin.' Now don't you forget that when some other handsome fella gives you the eye. Make sure he's worth it, if you're gonna write me a dear john letter." he winked at her. She laughed and nodded, but didn't feel it was that funny, and didn't intend to adhere to his parameters of their relationship. He ducked under the arm that was preventing her from driving through. Although, legs as long as his, he almost could have stepped over it. She watched him walk away for as long as she could before she was given the signal that she must leave and let other traffic through…although, she resented this. There were two lanes, after all. Couldn't these men see what a mess she was? She'd just had to say goodbye to the love of her life…and she didn't know when…or indeed, if…she'd see him again. She had hope…but that didn't stop her from crying all the way home and the rest of the afternoon as the ghost of Sy's parting hug faded from her skin.
Up Next: Chapter 13: SNAFU
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only in hindsight
chapter one
fandom far cry 4
pairing ishwari ghale x pagan min
rating teen, mature
warning language, references to violent acts
note this is thanks to @achieverooster / @cascast if not for them, this would not exist also how does one play a violent character when the only violence you’ve ever experienced is telling someone you’d shank them with a candycane
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Pagan Min was young, but he was most certain the Golden Path would age him thirty years if they weren’t taken care of soon. Their use had long since come to an end, but the inconveniences they continued to cause were far greater than their use.
He had dealt with quite a bit of the Golden Path monkeys, but they mated like rodents it seemed. You cut several down, a dozen more were born. A true shame really, he was a good king to those who behaved themselves. He didn’t need his governors to constantly remind him of that every time something went fucking wrong.
In the midst of his brooding, he became aware of the doors opening, and with one eye opening, he stared at the servant who had entered.
“I thought I fucking told you I wanted to left alone! Do you worthless peasants never listen?” He sneered, leaning his head to the side with a displeased grunt. “What do you want?”
“King Min, t - there’s a w - woman.... she’s c - come to the palace for y - you...” The servant shivered in fear, voice trembling in alarm as Pagan stood, nearing him with a predatory look. “S - She’s soaked from the r - rains, S - Sir, she has a b- baby with her -”
Pagan paused, staring quizzically at the servant. “Oh, dear me, that’s no good, is it? Bring her to a room, give her a change of clothes and anything else she might need. When you are done with that, tell the chef to cook something good for dinner. It seems we are to have a guest this fine evening.”
“S - Sir?” The man stood there for a moment before his eyes widened and he scrambled out to handle the tasks he had been given. Questioning Pagan would always cost you your life and while he got away this time, Pagan would ensure that this would not happen again.
Something far more peculiar had piqued his interest, far more than hounding on a servant for questioning him. He quite enjoyed the idea of his citizens flocking to worship the very ground he walked on except it was raining quite hard outside and with a baby? To travel so far and wander up a mountain in this weather is quite alarming, but very interesting.
He shook the mysterious woman from his mind and stalked across his room, returning to his desk. Perhaps he shouldn’t be so suspicious of his own citizens, but he could hardly even trust his own governors to get things done without messing something up.
“King Min?” Gary nervously poked his head into the room. He was a young man, although, Pagan was quite sure he was still only a boy, but he was thankful to have his services anyways. He was loyal and a quick learner, as far as Pagan was concerned, nothing else mattered.
“Do I need to have a ‘Do not Disturb’ sign on my door to get my point across?” Pagan sighed and turned to face Gary, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What is it, Gary? Yuma give you a hard time?”
“N - No, sir. Dinner is ready.” Gary quickly bowed, awaiting further instruction.
“Ah, wonderful. You may go now, Gary. I will be down shortly, and - while you’re out - tell our guest this and if she is ready, bring her to the dining room. It should be quite eventful this evening.” He would’ve sounded excited, or at the very least interested, but his mind danced around with ideas and plans of the Golden Path.
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Even when it was time to eat, there wasn’t a moment when Pagan wasn’t focused on diminishing the Golden Path, but when his guest entered the dining room, he looked up, setting the work aside like they were suddenly of little importance.
“So, you’re the woman who hiked up my mountain in the rain, with a baby no less.” He leaned back with his head tilted, he was amused to say the least, to find that she looked quite nervous to even be there. “I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to.”
Her eyes widened considerably and she coughed to clear her throat, bowing shortly afterwards. “Ishwari, Your Majesty.”
She was wearing a less than stylish outfit, but Pagan cared little for that, but was rather amused by the sight of a wrap around her upper half that kept - what her assumed was her baby - to her chest. Her hair was in long braids, soaked from the rain, that curled around her shoulders and over her chest. Pagan found strength in her brown eyes, but her stance said otherwise.
“King Pagan or King Min will do just fine, Ishwari.” He scrunched his face up, disliking the honorifics. “You... You were an old tarun matara, or whatever that blasted thing was called, weren’t you?”
“I - I was, yes.” She nodded lightly, a bit surprised by the question.
“Please, sit. It’d be awfully rude of me to keep my guest standing.” He gestured at the table he sat at, waiting until she was seated. “What brought you to my palace, Ishwari? Not many often trek up here - they are much too weak to entertain the idea of heading up a mountain, I suppose.”
“Then you’d be delighted to know I’m not ‘much too weak’ to entertain the idea. I fled from the Golden Path and it led me here.” She muttered lightly, either keeping quiet for the sake of keeping her child asleep, or to hide her nerves.
He hummed. “Your child. Do they have a name?”
“Yes...” She paused for a moment, eyes searching for something he wasn’t going to give so easily. “Ajay. You’re a lot more curious than I thought you’d be.”
“I’m a lot more of a lot of things, Ishwari. I ought to be curious, however, you’re my guest and you arrived quite so suddenly.” He took a sip of his wine, humming at the taste. “Please, eat, enjoy what you will. We don’t want you getting sick, not with a baby to care for, now do we?”
Ishwari hummed in agreement, although she seemed a bit on edge when she slowly started eating, poking at the food as if testing to make sure it was edible. “What is this?”
“Chinese food, though, it’s got a western flair to it.” He hummed lightly, slowly returning to his papers. “The food isn’t poisoned, you’re welcome to eat at your leisure and if you need anything for Ajay, Gary is at your disposal to retrieve anything you may need.”
“Gary?” She questioned.
Gary stood from the shadows, having been there awkwardly awaiting the time to bring forth a letter meant for Pagan. He waved towards Ishwari before handing the letter over. He awaited for her, to see if she had anything she needed.
“Ah, some milk should do just fine, Gary. Thank you.” She offered him a slight smile before glancing down at the baby against her chest.
Pagan cursed something awful in Cantonese upon reading whatever contents were in the letter and he looked at Gary with misdirected anger. “Send for Yuma when you’re done with this, Gary. She’s the only one who can do anything right in this fucking country.”
Ishwari looked up from her meal, switching between Pagan’s disgruntled and obviously tense form to Gary’s rather anxious form. She wondered how the two met.
Gary nodded quickly and disappeared.
“How did you meet Gary? He isn’t from Kyrat, is he?” She asked quietly, poking at her crab rangoon with a rather confused expression. She had never seen something like this before.
“Now who’s the curious one?” He took a rather generous gulp of wine before he poured more for himself. “He’s an American, so no, he isn’t from around here, but I trust his judgment.”
“He seems afraid of you.” She admitted boldly, although her tone betrayed her fear in saying so.
“I have a temper,” He rolled his eyes, “I’d never hurt him, if that’s what you worry about. I am not as bad as I seem, Ishwari. I only do what I think is best.”
He knew as well as anyone else that he didn’t care for Kyrat nearly as much as he pretended to. He cared not for it’s people, or it’s nature. Kyrat only proved interesting and useful in his endeavors of drugs and money. What occurs elsewhere fails to concern him unless it affected his operations. He was a businessman first and foremost.
“Many of your subjects would argue otherwise, King Min.” She responded with courage, finally looking him in the eyes to meet his piercing gaze. “Not just amongst the Golden Path.”
“The Golden Path are a bunch of fucking monkeys who think they know what’s good for them. Did you like being tarun matara, Ishwari? Being paraded like an object for the people to follow? If not for me, you’d still be doing that, hm? To think, people turning to a child to decide their country’s rules.” He scoffed lightly, grinning when he got the reaction that he wanted from her. “I do more for this country than it’s own citizens. Whether they realize it or not is not up to me.”
Pagan observed the silence she fell into with a pleased glint in his eyes. His enjoyment of the silence was long, up until near the end of the meal, Gary returned with a bottle of milk for Ajay and with Yuma in tow, hissing in Cantonese the moment she had seen Ishwari.
“Ah, enough, Yuma, you and I have some business to attend to and I think you might enjoy it quite a bit. You will have plenty of amusement in Durgesh once we are through.”
#fc4#pagan min#pagan x ishwari#ishwari ghale#before the pain#yuma lau#paul harmon#de pleur#romance#slow burn#an attempt at slow burn#far cry 4#far cry games#far cry
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Quarantine, Days 228-229
October 25 and 26
I have retreated deep into fanfic this evening to avoid thinking too much about how fucked we all are vis-a-vis the Supreme Court, but I didn't journal last night so here I am to make up for it. Last night I did have a good excuse though: I took a muscle relaxer for my shoulder and fell asleep at 7:30, then didn't wake up until 7:00 this morning. A lot more sleep than I usually get, but I did need it!
Not a lot happened yesterday anyway. No school on Sunday, but the kiddo had to do some more makeup work anyway, much to his chagrin. There's only one more week in the first quarter, so we are up against a very hard deadline if he wants to get gradable work in so it can actually be graded. He's getting closer, though.
Husband and the kiddo played a game of D&D, but I had to go try and catch a cat. That went poorly, mostly because I forgot to remove one of the blocks we'd had under the trap so it wouldn't fall down while we were trap training. So when I pulled the rope, the trap didn't close all the way, and the target cat was off like a bat out of hell. I'm going to go back Tuesday night and hope she's forgotten her startle. God, I felt like such a dumbass, especially since it was rainy and miserable and I'd driven a long way to do this trapping. By the time I got home I was exhausted and sore, hence the medication and sleep.
Today while the kiddo was doing school work, I experimented with fried wontons. I picked up some premade wonton wrappers a while ago and have just let them sit in the fridge, but I don't want them to go to waste. I'd thought about doing crab rangoons but I have no crab, so I made cream cheese wontons instead. Half a block of cream cheese (4oz), half a teaspoon of sugar and half a teaspoon of onion powder made up the filling. I had to use my coffee grinder to make dried minced onion into powder since I don't have any onion powder somehow. I'm sure I have some, god knows where. But I mixed that up, put a dollop in the middle of each wrapper, brushed all four edges with a little egg, and folded each one so all four corners met in the middle in that distinctive wonton shape. I had very little vegetable oil so I used my smallest pan and fried two at a time, but I ended up with eleven decent wontons and only one that fell apart, so not bad. They tasted good! I will probably do that one again. Since I already had the oil going, I also did some of those super thin rice noodles that instantly puff up hugely in hot oil and we ate those. I did set off the smoke alarm, but only once. Good job, me!
Kiddo got caught doing Among Us after bedtime _again_ so now he is off electronics for awhile. It will have to be a longer punishment this time because this is the second infraction in a week. I am thinking maybe no electronics till all the makeup assignments are done (and done WELL), just to kill two birds with one stone. He is definitely going to be crabby about it, especially since he has a dentist appointment on Wednesday, but such is life. It's not like he doesn't have a billion toys.
That's about all the news there is right now, so I 'm going to go back to carefully not doomscrolling and living in a happy imaginary world that is so much nicer than the shitshow we currently have. Eight more days, and we just might turn a corner. Please, please, please let us turn a corner in eight days.
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Meeting the Avengers
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Words: 1310
Characters: Willow Wren, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, James Rhodes, Wanda Maximoff, Vision
Summary: Willow has dinner and meets the other Avengers
Timeline: March 2016
Song: What’s Going On? - Marvin Gaye
A/N: i think this is the largest amount of canon characters I’ve ever had in one scene???
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I turned the shower as hot as it would go and stood under the stream with my eyes closed for minutes as my skin turned red and blotchy. But when I closed my eyes, all I saw were images from the HYDRA lab and from the months before that, even ones from the Facility. When I opened them, I found myself trying to focus on any little thing I could grasp—water running down the glass, the bruises on my legs. I thought about Peter—and what he’d say if he knew where I was now. I thought about Marty, and Kate, and Ned. If only Marty could see this. But if Marty were still alive, you wouldn’t be here.
I got out, changed into a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt from the drawers, studied my face in the foggy mirror. I was still healing, and the dark circles under my eyes hadn’t faded yet. I didn’t know if it was just from all the traveling that day, but I was beyond sore again, and it was only getting worse. I felt like I had been steamrollered, and then that steamrolled had reversed, and then run over me again.
When Natasha came back to get me, I was towel-drying my hair and sitting on the edge of the bed, my bed, trying to stop my leg from bouncing and think about anything besides the lab.
“Hi,” she said, standing in the doorway. “How are you feeling now?”
“Uh… okay. I guess.”
“Hungry?”
“Yeah.”
I got up and followed her out of the room, back down one of the wide hallways. I wish I had something else to say, some conversation to start up, but even the thought of speaking felt overwhelming. The building felt massive, almost as big as MSST and I wondered how much of it I would get to see during my stay.
I started to pick up voices further away, the occasional laugh, a chair scraping across the floor. My pace slowed, almost stopped in the hallway. Natasha stopped and looked down at me, while I took a deep breath and tried to keep my expression neutral to hide my anxiety. I never used to be like this. I still miss who I was.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Uh… it’s just… I can hear lots of people. Is that… them?”
“Yeah. You all right?”
“Yeah I’m fine,” I said, snippier than I intended, trying to cover whatever else I was feeling. “Why does everyone keep asking me that?” I mumbled.
She stared a little longer before starting to walk again and I followed behind her until we got to the room at the end of the hall. The voices were louder now, and I could smell food. “This is the common area,” said Natasha. “Kitchen, lounge, conference room, workshops.” I nodded and she opened the door. “Hey, guys.”
I stood motionless in front of the door as she walked over to the table filled with boxes of takeout.
Even with my enhanced hearing, their conversation seemed to fade away as she asked what they had ordered and picked through the boxes, one of the guys making a joke. Captain America was there, leaning against the back of a couch, a plate of food in his hand. Oh, Jesus. I saw Wanda sitting crossed legged on one of the chairs, balancing a plate in her lap and just as I got a glimpse of the other two guys, I made eye contact with the… person sitting in the chair adjacent to Wanda’s. I couldn’t tell if he was a man or a robot, and it honestly unnerved me a little.
Just as I started staring at the glowing gem in his head, he spoke. “Oh. You must be Willow.”
Natasha turned back around to look at me and motioned me forward. “Come get something to eat.” I was frozen for a few seconds longer and it felt like time stopped as the others also turned to look over at me. I wanted to shrink back inside myself, just teleport out of the room and somewhere that felt safer. I took a single step forward, looking back at Natasha, as she held out a plate.
“Um… it’s… for everyone?” I asked as if somehow, I was wrong and the food on the table was for Avengers Only.
“Yeah,” said Natasha. “Yeah, come eat. Here, what do you like?”
I walked over to the table, one of the other guys stepped back to let me through and I studied the food on the table. Chinese food. I’d had Chinese food before, maybe twice with Marty. It hadn’t been his favorite. “Um… the rice would be good,” I said quietly, realizing I was the only one talking now, making the only noise besides the music playing quietly in the background, some seventies hit. “Like whatever there’s a lot of. Noodles?”
“Okay, rice, lo mein, got it. Want any crab Rangoon?” She pointed to a carton of something friend golden yellow and crispy.
“Uh… sorry, what are those?” I asked. “I’ve never had crab… Rangoon.”
“They’re good,” said one of the other men nodding. “It’s like… uh… well, crab and some sort of filling… Rhodey, what’s the filling made out of?”
Rhodey shrugged. “No clue.”
“It’s mostly cream cheese, garlic, Worcestershire sauce,” said the robot guy, who was still staring. I felt like he could read minds or something, which at this point, wouldn’t surprise me.
“See, okay?” said the first man, smiling. “Can’t go wrong.”
“Okay,” I said, to Natasha. “I’ll try one.”
She put two on the plate and then handed the filled plate to me, clearing a spot at the table so I could sit down. I placed the plate down on the table and sat down, my heart still beating way to fast for what should be an easygoing takeout night.
“Sam,” said the first man, holding out his hand and introducing himself. I took his hand and we shook.
“Willow.”
“And that’s Rhodey and Vision,” said Captain America, speaking up, pointing at Rhodey and the robot guy. “And I’m Steve. You already know Wanda and Nat.”
I picked up one of the plastic forks and looked around the group of heroes, just trying to act normal, like I wasn’t still seeing ghosts every time I shut my eyes or let my mind wander for too long. “Hi,” I said to Steve, still trying to recontextualize him as Steve and wondering if it would be weird to still call him Captain America because anything else felt too informal. “Sorry about running that time when you came to my school.”
He chuckled and glanced down. “Yeah. Definitely not what we were hoping for. But then again, maybe we shouldn’t have ambushed you like that.”
Sam laughed and nodded as he stabbed a piece of food with his fork. “Yeah. When you came off that roof—wow. How fast can you go?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I bet it’s in their files somewhere though. But that was from when I was younger.”
I started to feel self-conscious again, and it was at this moment that Natasha directed the conversation back to Captain America. Steve. “So, what was new with Tony?”
Cap started talking and I turned my attention back to the food, taking a nibble out of one of the crab Rangoon. It was good—Sam was right—and when I snuck a look back up from my plate, he was smiling and nodding. “Told you.”
I realized that the others had probably been briefed already by Natasha, likely after we met at SHIELD. Their conversation shifted again as someone made a joke about Tony and the focus left me, finally, so that I could just eat and try to take it all in.
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Gerard taking care of the reader on her period? (u don’t have to if u don’t wanna)
Misconception
Pairing: Gerard Way x Female ReaderRating: GeneralRequested By: AnonWord Count: ~1,700Author’s Note: Hey anon, so I took this idea on a little adventure. I usually write stories where the characters communicate well, but I decided to have the conflict stem from what if there is a miscommunication? Also this is probably the closest I’ll come to writing a pregnancy related story. I hope you don’t mind!
Every morning you had the same routine. Alarm went off at 6:30 am, you got up, took your birth control pill, took a shower, made breakfast, got ready for work, and were out the door by 8 AM. Sometimes all these events took place at your boyfriend Gerard’s place, but even if they did, your routine was the same.
But today something was different. It was your first anniversary with Gerard, and he had planned a nice dinner at a restaurant you had always wanted to go to, and you had picked out a form fitting little black dress to wear. You were looking forward to a fun, sexy evening with the man you loved. That is until you woke up and realized how exhausted you felt. You rolled over, took your pill, and then went into the bathroom. Stripping out of your pajamas you looked at your form in the mirror and realized how puffy you looked.
“Wait a second,” you muttered to yourself as you backtracked into your room. You pulled the pack of pills out of the drawer and looked closer. “Fuck!” you exclaimed.
A few months after you started dating Gerard and things started to get serious, you went to your doctor and got on the pill. You had elected to go with the three-month version so you wouldn’t have to deal with your period as often. The problem was you had gotten used to not getting your period that you failed to realize you would eventually get your period again. And today was the day.
Tears immediately started to well up in your eyes and you stomped back to the bathroom and into the shower. You were disappointed that you hadn’t thought ahead to plan when you’d get your once every three-month period. Of all the days in the year, why did it have to be today?! There was no way you’d fit into your dress as bloated as you were. As you washed your face, you could have sworn you felt a zit forming on your chin, and this brought about a fresh round of tears. What should have been a beautiful evening with Gerard was going to end up with you alone on your couch in your sweatpants, crying into a pint of ice cream, you just knew it.
You finished getting ready, pouting the whole way to work. You threw your purse into your desk with your phone in it, deciding to call Gerard on your lunch to break the date for this evening.
“Good morning!” Your chipper coworker Jennifer said as she settled into her desk across from yours. “Oh, are you ok?”
“Ugh, no,” you groaned. “PMS,” you whispered loud enough for her to hear.
“Oh no! And isn’t tonight your big night with Gerard?” She asked nodding to the framed photo on your desk.
“Yes,” you grumbled, dramatically dropping your head onto your desk. “I’m not gonna fit into my dress and I have no energy and I just wanna go back to bed.”
“Well you can reschedule right?”
“I dunno, probably. I just feel dumb,” you said picking your head up and logging into your computer. You settled into your tasks for the day until a few hours later when the first wave of cramps hit. You dug some ibuprofen out of your purse and went to the breakroom to make some tea. In the back of your mind you knew you should just bite the bullet and talk to Gerard, but at the same time, you felt awful for knowing you’d have to break your date. When you got back to your desk, you had just decided to dig out your phone when you saw that you had a delivery.
“Look what you got” Jennifer squealed. On your desk was a bouquet of a dozen deep red roses. You looked at the card and started to tear up.
(YN), this has been the best year of my life so far and I can’t wait for everything our future has in store. I love you so much and can’t wait for tonight. xoxo G
“Why is he so perfect,” you said waving your hand in front of your face in a feeble attempt to keep the tears from streaking your makeup.
“Aww, did you tell him you need to reschedule?”
“Not yet, I may as well do it now,” you said digging out your phone and stepping into an empty conference room to make the call. You dialed his number and the phone rang and rang, eventually going to voicemail.
“Hey Gee, umm, thank you for the flowers first of all, they’re beautiful and you made me cry,” you laughed. “Sorry, I’ve been kinda emotional lately. Umm, so we need to talk about tonight. I’m not feeling so good, and I think I might need to reschedule. I kinda miscalculated something with my pills,” suddenly the automated voicemail cut you off announcing that the maximum lengthof message had been reached. “Shit,” you said as you redialed Gerard’s number. When the voicemail message came on, it announced that his mailbox was full. “Babe, I love you, but empty your voicemail,” you muttered as you started typing a text.
I dunno if my voicemail is gonna go through, but just call me back so we can talk 🖤
You went back to your desk, threw your phone back in your purse and went back work. The rest of the day went by uneventfully, even though you spent quite a bit of time gazing lovingly at the roses. At the end of the day, you headed home and changed into the sweatpants and one of Gerard’s t-shirts that you had been longing for all day.
You had been curled up on the couch for a while when you felt your phone vibrating under you. Digging it out, you saw it was Gerard.
“Hey babe,” you started.
“(YN), where are you? Are you at home?”
“Umm, yea, why?”
“I’m on my way,” he replied, sounding almost frantic. This made you feel anxious, not understanding what exactly was wrong. Was he upset that you wanted to reschedule? Was he on his way to break up with you for breaking your date? No, he was much more understanding than that.
A short while later there was a knock at your door. You shuffled over and opened it to find Gerard, looking a little paler than normal, and sufficiently freaked out.
“(YN), what, how, I mean,” he stammered, not getting a full thought out as he walked into your place.
“Gee, what’s wrong?” You asked, not understanding what he was trying to convey.
“When did this happen? We’ve been so careful. I mean, I love you, and I wanna be with you forever so I support whatever you want to do, Sugar.”
“Gerard!” you said more firmly to get him to stop rambling. ���What are you talking about?”
“Aren’t you… pregnant?”
“What?!” You exclaimed, holding back a laugh.
“You said you miscalculated your pills, so I thought…” he trailed off, a blush starting to light up his cheeks.
“Oh my god, I didn’t even think you could take it that way!” You said putting your hands over your face. “No Gee, it’s quite the opposite. I got my period today, that’s why I feel gross and tired.”
“Oh my god,” he said slouching against the door behind him, as if his legs were so relieved by this news that they could no longer be bothered to support him.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think when I left that message, I should have been more clear! I’m sorry!”
“No, no, Sugar, it’s ok,” he said running a hand through his black hair. “I mean it when I said I’d support what ever you wanna do, and I do wanna be with you forever,” he said righting himself and taking a step toward you, putting his hands on your waist.
“Thank you for the hypothetical support babe. I love you,” you said leaning up and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
“What can I do for you?” he asked when you broke the kiss.
“What do you mean?”
“Tonight, to make you feel less miserable. I’ll move the reservation to next week, but what would make you feel good tonight? Pizza? Chinese? Ice cream?”
You grinned up at Gerard. “Chinese take out and a pint of rocky road?”
“Anything you want, Sugar,” he said placing another kiss on your lips. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
You grinned and settled back into your nest on the couch until Gerard came back with a few bags. “I got that lo mein you love from the place around the corner, and extra crab Rangoon. And the rocky road ice cream,” he said pulling bowls out from your cabinets.
“Gee,” you started, and he turned to look at you. “I really, really love you.”
“I love you too (YN),” he smiled back at you, bringing over your food. You sat up so he could have space and curled up against him as you started to dig in.
“Do you wanna, ya know, have kids one day,” Gerard asked suddenly and you tried not to choke on your food.
“I don’t really know. I’m not good around kids,” you admitted. “I think I’d rather adopt honestly,” you replied, suddenly worried of how he would react.
Gerard nodded thoughtfully. “Yea, there’s a lot of kids out there without loving families. Maybe one day we can do that.”
You smiled. “You keep talking about forever and one day,” you started and looked up at him.
“Because I mean it, I wanna spend my life with you (YN). Not just because I thought you were pregnant, but before that I was thinking that there’s no one else I wanna spend forever with,” he smiled down at you.
You set your bowl on the coffee table and cuddled against Gerard. “Thanks for taking care of me tonight,” you said, starting to get sleepy. You stretched up and pressed your lips to his again. “ And cheers to one year, here’s to forever.”
#gerard way x reader#gerard way fan fic#gerard way fan fiction#gerard way imagine#my chemical romance fan fic#my chemical romance fan fiction#my chemical romance imagine#Anon
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Picket fence, parsnips, bumblebee, oak trees!
Thank you, Holly!! ily <3
Picket fence- How do you picture your future house?
I used to be all “VICTORIAN MANOR, POSSIBLY HAUNTED, VERY SEXY” but now I just kind of want a little cottage type thing by the sea, with a pretty overgrown garden, maybe a greenhouse, a nice hen-cote. I’d like nice antique furniture but not too much of it. Lots of clutter on the walls. A master bedroom, a guest room, a studio/office. Room to entertain guests but nothing huge. A record player in the living room to dance to with my partner. Lots of pets!
Parsnips- How do you feel about cooking? Whats your favorite thing to cook?
I love to cook, when I’ve got the energy for it! The recipes I tend to get put in charge of in this house are crab rangoon, and a dish loosely based on Brazilian moqueca. I do love making myself habanero poppers, though, when I’ve got good habaneros!
Bumblebees- What sort of crafts do you love to do?
All. Of. Them.
Give me a craft and I will do everything in my power to get the hang of it. The ones I gravitate to the most, though, are flower preservation and, of course, sculpting. I’ve been wanting to try my hand at sewing again, though!
Oak trees- What element of nature do you feel most connected to?
The ocean. I always get this itch to go back to it every chance I get, and once I get there, I feel properly at home in a way I never get to feeling when I’m landlocked. Bring me to the beach and I will just sit in the water and stare out at the horizon.
#tag games#thank you again!! <3#seeing as i have three days off#i will do some sculpting i think#it'll be nice#skostbuster
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What was the best vacation you've ever been on?
My Disneyland trips have always been awesome, but really I’ve enjoyed all the vacations I’ve been able to take. I haven’t been anywhere since before COVID hit and I’m in serious need of a beach trip, though.
What would you buy first if you won the lottery?
A beach house.
Did you grow up in the city, the suburbs or somewhere more rural?
The city.
Describe the bag you use most often.
I’ve been using my gray mini Adidas backpack lately.
What languages did you learn in school?
I took Spanish all 4 years of high school and one semester in college.
What has been the happiest time of your life so far?
Childhood.
What do you usually order when you get Chinese food?
Chow mien, egg rolls, potstickers, and crab rangoon.
Have you ever had a crush on a celebrity? Who?
Yeah, several since I was a preteen. My current, well actually like for the past 10 years now, is Alexander Skarsgard.
Do you have any fears you would rarely admit to anyone?
I’m pretty open about them.
Name one thing you always have in your fridge.
Coffee creamer.
What website do you spend most of your time on?
Tumblr, Facebook, YouTube.
What was the last music you listened to?
I honestly don’t remember. Oddly, I haven’t been listening to music much this year.
How did you feel when you woke up today?
Tired, dead, achey, stiff, crappy... the usual.
What would your dream house be like?
I’d love to have a house near the beach.
Do you own any clothes with polka dot patterns?
No.
Have you ever been orienteering?
No. I didn’t even know what that was until now.
What class in high school did you struggle with the most?
Math was always my worst subject throughout school.
What did you have for dinner last night?
Ramen and a bologna sandwich.
Would you change anything about yourself?
I’d change a LOT about myself.
Do you like musical theatre?
I like some musicals.
What was the last party you went to?
Uhhh. It’s been years, honestly.
Do you like to make lists?
Yes. My mind is such a jumbled mess and lists really help me.
What could you talk about for hours?
Haven’t been very chatty at all these days.
Are there any slang words/sayings that you just hate?
Yeah, but I’m blanking at the moment of course.
Do you have a lamp beside your bed?
Yeah, a floor lamp.
If you were in a band, what kind of music would you play?
I wouldn’t be in a band, because I have no musical talent whatsoever. <<<
What was the first cell phone you owned?
Some simple flip phone.
What's your favorite ice cream topping?
Strawberry syrup.
Is there something big you're currently saving for?
No.
Who can you be your true self around?
My family. They have seen me at my very worst that’s for sure. I’m a complete mess.
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Oh, can we call it a night?
What’s the most played song on your iPod?
I don’t iPod anymore these days, but theres a site that will aggregate your Spotify listening, and the song I’ve listened to the most all time on Spotify is In Your Atmosphere by John Mayer.
What is one quality you admire most in others?
People who know what they want to do with themselves.
What would you do with a million dollars?
Invest it, maybe? Buy a new car. Start a non-profit that will save the world. Or just a small part of it.
What’s your favorite song to dance to?
All of them.
What would your ideal birthday party be like?
No idea.This year I went to my favorite pizza place with a couple of friends, my mom and husband. Was pretty good.
If you could be reincarnated into anything you wanted, what would it be?
I’m not sure I believe in any of that.
What talent would you like to have?
I wish I was ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC at something. I’m good at most things, and can get by, but I’m not outstanding at any singular thing.
Are you ticklish?
Nah.
What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep?
3 days or so. I basically had the flu and felt like I was dying. Not like the real flu either, theres this illness you get when your body hasn’t slept in too long.
What New Year’s resolutions did you make?
None.
What are three songs that mean the most to you?
Mayonaise by the Smashing Pumpkins, Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton and Bornand Raised by John Mayer. Someone else used these italics and I’m just running with it.
Who is the one person you miss the most?
No one?
What do you think of your parents?
They are flawed people. I make the best out of my relationship with my mom, but I’m just not sure I want to bother with my dad.
What is one thing you would do to make the world better?
Instill a sense of community. People would be so much better off if we all gave a shit about the other people we are on this planet with.
What is your favorite kind of sandwich?
Hot, cheesy, some kind of sauce. Other than that, I’m flexible.
If you had a puppy, what would you name it?
I got a puppy 2 years ago and his name is Finn. We wanted a Star Wars name and Supreme Leader was the runner up name.
If you could be invisible for a day, what would you do?
I can’t think of anything I’d wanna see. What people do behind closed doors is their business lol.
How much cash do you have on you right now?
None. I’m in pjs, but beyond that, I rarely use cash.
What do you think makes you attractive to other people?
Humor or personality?
Would more money make you happier?
I don’t know. We have a comfortable amount now, minus paying for healthcare. Steve may have a job offer that would cover the healthcare, but would I be happy not working? Would I just turn into a loser slug?
What is one of your favorite memories as a child?
I really don’t know. My parents pretty much screamed and threw things all the time until my dad moved out. Then they played horrible games with me in the middle. There’s a lot of stuff I don’t even remember about being a child. I’d say the good stuff started happening when I was a teen and could seek refuge in my friends and their stable houses. I had one friend in particular, Andrew, whose mom and dad were super nice and he had a fun little sister- every time I was over there, which was VERY often, it was like a slice of the good life.
What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do in your life?
This was on another survey and I didn’t know how to answer it. I think once it’s done I just move on, I’m really a dweller.
How do you measure intelligence?
Unsure. I guess you just get a feeling for someones intelligence as you’re interacting with them.
What cartoons do you watch?
None at the moment. I did just get Disney+, so that may change, but there aren’t really any cartoons I’m planning on watching.
Have you ever used drugs?
Nope.
If you were a Skittle, what flavor would it be?
The purple one. Sleeper hit.
How would you describe your style?
Hmmm. Casual indie bohemian with a side of lazy fat person.
If you had to spend $1,000 in one hour, how would you spend it?
The internet. Generally, my money goes to clothes or Halloween decorations. I really wanna buy some regular decor for the house though, so maybe that.
What’s your favorite smell and why?
I don’t have one. Something not flowery or overbearing. Something fresh and natural.
Where do you buy your clothes?
Anthropologie, ModCloth, Target, Gap, Old Navy, Loft.
What’s your favorite kind of cake?
Birthday cake? Funfetti?
Does intelligent life exist elsewhere in the universe?
I have absolutely no idea. I used to think that it was just statistically impossible that there wasn’t, but fuck I don’t even know how any of this got here, so I no longer have an opinion.
If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
MilkBar birthday cake.
Are you into tattoos?
I guess so? I like the art of them, I follow a lot of tattoo people on instagram and keep up with their work. I just got my first tattoo a week ago and I’m 35, so it’s not like something I do a lot, ha ha.
Do you like photography?
I do. I have illusions that I’m a photographer sometimes. I should be currently editing a wedding right now, but here I am. I’m just not sure I’ll ever be the kind of photographer I’d like to be, so I don’t know what I wanna do with it going forward.
If you were a holiday, which one would you be?
Halloween 100%
Do you have any siblings?
Nope.
If you were to get a tattoo, what would it be of?
I just got one. It’s a bat pusheen. I really wanted a bat of some sort and pusheen is my favorite so I just went for it. I always thought my bat tattoo would be a little more dark, but it is what it is lol.
What’s the biggest celebrity you’ve ever seen in real life?
I hid behind a dumpster when I was like 14 and 3 of the Backstreet Noys walked right by me, ha ha. I have some photos with me and the guys from Good Charlotte from when I was a wee teenybopper.
How many pushups can you do?
Absolutely zero.
What person in history do you admire most?
None? I don’t think I admire anyone. These surveys are quickly informing me that I don’t believe in anything or look up to anyone. Am I inert?
Who is your favorite actor?
I don’t have one. Ha ha, see above. I like most of the stuff Chris Pratt is in. Robery Downey Jr as Iron Man is iconic, but I’ve never seen any of his other movies. I like Adam Driver in Girls and Star Wars.
What is the most daring thing that you have done in public?
Spoke.
Have you ever lied about your age?
I don’t think I’ve ever had cause to.
Have you ever cried while watching a movie? If so, what movie?
For sure. Everything makes me tear up in my old age. Last movie was probably Endgame, though.
Are you afraid of anything that most people are not afraid of?
Not like huge, life changing fears, but I’m always afraid a bug will get caught in my hair and I can’t touch drains because they freak me out.
Where do you see yourself five years from now?
I’ve never been one to make plans. Hopefully happy with more direction.
What is your favorite candy?
Fun Dip, Nerds, Starburst.
Have you ever watched someone struggle with addiction?
Not someone suer close, but there are lots of auxillary people I know that have and do.
Who do you look up to for your style?
No one in particular. I see things on the internet I like and try to incorporate that, but its always varied sources.
Who is your favorite sports team?
I don’t follow sports.
How often do you drink alcohol?
Once every two weeks? Even then, its usually just one drink with dinner. I don’t much care about drinking. It seems like a lot of work to fill myself up with something I don’t really like the taste of just so I can potentially feel bad later.
What is your life in three words?
Evolving yet bland.
If you could be anything in the world, what would you be?
I knew that, I’d be working towards it.
Would you have a pet dragon? If so what color would it be?
Sure. Whatever color dragon is fine with me.
What’s your favorite sport?
The only one I even kind of pretend to care about is baseball.
Do you believe that homeless people are dangerous?
No.
If you could be skinny and miserable or fat and happy, which would you be?
I’d always pick happy.
If your life flashed before you, what do you wish you would have done?
Hmmm, I don’t know. I don’t have like any huge regret at the moment so probably just wish I’d have enjoyed myself more.
If you were to invent something, what would it be?
Hopefully something that makes the world better. Some kind of climate change related thing?
Who would you like to get to know better?
This wholesaler real estate guy that has been selling us properties. Maybe if we knew him better, he would give us better deals, lol.
Have you ever had a near-death experience?
Near drowning when I was seven.
Do you fear death?
Yep.
What is the strangest food you ever ate?
Hmmm. I like food with interesting combinations. Like smelly cheese or beet pesto or something, but I’m not on board with weird meat and I don’t eat seafood.
Do you think you’re cool?
Nah.
What reality show would you like to be on?
None. I don’t watch any of them. The only show like that I ever watched was the Osbournes, ah aha.
What’s your favorite thing to order at a Chinese food restaurant?
Whatever is gluten free. Ususally no choices for me at most chinese places. PF Changs has pad thai and general tsos I can have and another place nearby has general tsos too, but thats about it.
I loved lo mein and crab rangoon in my former life, though.
Are you happy with your life?
For the most part.
If you could name your own planet, what would you call it?
I’d need some plantary details before coming up with a name.
If you could live another 200 years. What would you hope to see?
People learning that we need to work together.
Would you rather be hot or cold?
Well, I’m cold like 90% of the time and that sucks, but at least you can do something about it and layer up and get blankets and such- if you’re hot, you’re just stuck.
How would you rate yourself?
What am I rating here? I’m like a 0 at makeup skills, but like an 11 if you need someone to pick you up in an emergency. 10 at playlist making. 1 at doing the dishes.
Would you ever move to a different country in an attempt to start over?
Maybe not to “start over”, but I would definitely consider a dream job in another country if all the details worked out.
If you could be a character from any book, who would you be?
No idea. I read a lot of Stephen King and none of those characters are alright.
Do you prefer taking baths or showers?
I’d love to take a bath, but I’m a little big for the tub.
Do you still collect toys from Happy Meals?
Nope. I never ate happy meals even as a kid, so I never did.
What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done?
I drove two states over for a sandwich once. It was like a 15 hour round trip.
In your opinion what is the greatest challenge the world faces today?
People being willing to fuck over every one else if they think it will benefit them in any tiny, miniscule way. You are destroying everything by being an asshole and letting the people that really have all the money get away with it.
Do you like dogs or cats better?
I was 100% cat until I got a dog 2 years ago. I’m mostly dog at this point. Don’t tell my cat.
What have you achieved that you once thought was impossible?
Hmm, I don’t know. I’m a lot better off than my parents were. I just kind of thought the constant worrying about the car breaking down or the bills being paid was grown up life, so its nice to get here and know that I worked hard to not have those problems.
If an ex texted you out of the blue, how would you respond?
I don’t think I would. I’ve been with Steven for a decade, so theres def nothing that needs to be said to anyone that far back.
Do you have a favorite poet?
I don’t. I really like some poems I’ve read randomly in my internet travels, but I’ve never really been able to sit down and read a book of poetry.
What have you tried to quit, but weren’t able to?
Eating too much food?
Would you rather go on a shopping spree with $200 or put it in the bank?
I’d rather go shopping. I might save it, though.
What was the last rumor that you heard?
No idea. I don’t really have rumors around me at this point in my life. My friends aren’t like that and I’m not working anywhere at the moment.
What country star would you most like to meet and why?
I don’t really know who any of them are.
Have you ever been in a car accident?
Yes. One of them happened when I was like 15 and it pinched a nerve in my neck and half of my left hand went numb. My mom didn’t believe me for a really long time that there was something wrong until she watched me try to pick up a glass of milk with my left hand and it just fell to the floor.
Are you an organ donor?
Yes!
What is the most dangerous thing you have ever done?
Unsure. I’m fairly adventurous, but I don’t do super dangerous things. I guess just trespassing in old abandoned buildings when I was younger could have been dangerous.
What is the meaning of life?
Moments of joy. For you and others.
What word do you like the sound of?
Nothing in particular jumps out to me. Isn’t Cellar Door supposed to be lovely?
What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?
Hmmm. I don’t know. Its more about the brand I think. I usually get Jeni’s or the other fancy ice cream brand when I get the chance.
I always get the cake flavored froyo, though.
Do you prefer cupcakes or muffins?
Cupcakes.
Are you an athlete?
Ha ha, no.
What did the last text message on your phone say?
From my brother in law. He’s doing the work on the house we just bought, getting it ready for a renter. He wants more money, lol.
What is the funniest movie you’ve seen in your whole entire lifetime?
Man, I don’t know. I think maybe Grandma’s Boy was the funniest I had seen at the time. I usually don’t even like movies like that.
What’s the worst nightmare you’ve ever had?
I had this dream when I was a kid that I left the scissors out and they flew up and cut my moms fingers off and the whole dream was dark and black and white because it was night, but at the end, she picked up the phone (landline, because cell phones weren’t a thing then) and the only color was the green light coming from the phone that illuminated the numbers and she was trying to dial 911 with her fingers that weren’t there.
I probably had that dream close to 30 years ago now and it’s still clear in my mind.
What do you know how to cook?
Lots of things. I’m especially good at carbonara or alfredo.
What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had, and what was it from?
I fell down the stairs and broke several bones, severely sprained both ankles and ended up getting surgery to fix the cartilage in one ankle.
What’s your favorite amusement park ride?
Any that my fat ass can fit on.
What do you wish you were doing right now?
Well i’m doing this instead of things I should be doing.
Who are your musical influences?
I don’t play music, so I’m not really influenced?
What was your favorite band or musician when you were 12?
The Smashing Pumpkins, Bush, Nine Inch Nails, Marilyn Manson and the Back Street Boys, ha ha.
What’s the best pick-up line that’s ever been tried on you?
I don’t think anyone has ever given me one.
How many drinks can you handle?
I don’t really know at this point. Getting older changes things. I know that if I have one drink and then stop, I get a headache, lol.
What was the longest phone conversation you’ve ever had?
Hours and hours. Like 7 or 8 probably? Back in my day you could only talk to boys on the phone because we didn’t have cell phones or text messaging and you only had dial up internet.
What’s your favorite candle scent?
I got one from Anthropologie called Riviera that was my favorite candle scent ever. I bought two, but they are sold out now and I am very sad.
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Words of Lust 19/27 [Scully and Mulder play a drunken game in the middle of a storm.]
Sensual : (adjective) of or arousing gratification of the senses and physical, especially sexual, pleasure.
For the past few weeks, they had fallen into a routine that he loved. On Friday, he and Scully would leave the office, grab take out for dinner, usually accompanied by a six pack of Shiner, and go to his apartment to watch a movie. It was a newfound familiarity and comfort he hadn’t experienced in years, hell, maybe ever. On top of that, he got to spend hours of freetime with Dana Katherine Scully, something he would do anything for,
This was their ninth week in a row, and they were still going strong. He couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he sat there with sesame chicken and crab rangoons littering his coffee table, Scully sitting next to him on her third beer, and When Harry Met Sally , her choice, playing on the TV. The first few times he was worried that she was just coming over out of obligation, solely because he asked. It was probably about four weeks in when on one random Tuesday she tapped him on the shoulder and asked, “Mulder, can I pick the movie this week? Not that I don’t love the space theme we’ve been having. I just want to kick it up.” Ecstatic barely covered his feeling. She looked forward to their nights together just as much as he did. That week they ended up watching The Silence of the Lambs, and they’d been alternating ever since.
“What are you staring at?” Scully chuckled, self consciously wiping her face of food that wasn’t there. He hadn’t realized his attention had shifted from the movie to her and he had just been staring.
“I thought I saw a fly.” Wow, good one.
“Oh really? Directly on my face, not flying around?” she teased with a knowing smirk. As he opened his mouth to respond, an earth shattering crash of thunder and bolt of lightning struck, practically making the apartment shake. She jumped with a gasp and grabbed his arm like a vice, only to instantly pull away with an embarrassed laugh, “Sorry.”
Apparently a severe thunderstorm was plaguing the D.C. area tonight. He asked if she was still down with having their movie night and she quickly agreed. It had been pretty tame when they came over, but as the movie progressed, so did the storm. Mulder had seen her look in the face of danger, take down inhumane criminals, fight the most terrifying monsters, but, when it came down to it, Scully was afraid of thunderstorms. While he knew she wanted to hang out tonight, he knew a big aspect of it was because she didn’t want to be alone. “Don’t be sorry, Scully. Thunderstorms are nature’s jumpscare.”
She smiled at him and that was the last thing he saw before they were plunged into darkness, another round of thunder and lighting taking the power with it. At the same time he was registering what just happened, he felt Scully’s small hand reach out to him in the darkness, grabbing his arm. “Well, this puts a damper on movie night,” he joked, trying to lessen her fear.
She laughed indulgently, but moved her hand down so she could hold his hand, which he immediately reciprocated. “Do you have a flashlights or any candles?” she asked. Her tone was calm, but the pitch of her voice didn’t hide her fear.
“Yeah, I think I have some candles I got for Christmas in the closet.” He stood up, taking her with him as he awkwardly felt his way to the hallway closet, using the walls as his guide, only stopping when he felt the knob.
“Someone bought you candles for Christmas?” her voice rang out in the darkness as he grabbed the candles awkwardly, nudging her to grab some with her free hand.
“A few someones actually, I guess I look like a candle type of guy,” he laughed, closing the closet door and blindly leading them to the kitchen for the lighter.
“Oh yeah, didn’t I ever tell you? Before I knew about your videotape collection, I thought you came home and lit seasonally-accurate candles, watching to make sure they burned evenly,” she teased as her face was illuminated by the flame.
He gave her a little mock-gasp before feigning horror, “Scully, were you surveilling me?” She laughed at him and let go of his hand as he worked on the fifth candle, a steady glow lighting the area. She walked around the kitchen curiously before stopping in front of the refrigerator, standing on her tiptoes to retrieve a bottle from the top surface.
Attempting to retrieve a bottle. He saw her struggling and stood behind her, easily reaching above her head to grab the old bottle of Jack Daniels before handing it to her curious hands. “Mulder, I thought you didn’t drink?”
“I always thought it would be wise to keep a bottle if I ever wanted to indulge, or for special circumstances,” he told her. Picking up some of the candles and moving them to the coffee table.
She followed suit with the rest, the bottle still tucked under her arm. When all the candles were arranged in the living room so it was nicely lit she turned to him with a shy demeanor, “Hey, is it okay if I stay here for tonight, with the storm and all?” He thought it was cute she even had to ask.
“I would genuinely be offended if you didn’t,” he replied honestly. He took a seat on the couch as she placed herself on the floor at the end of the coffee table, adjacently facing him.
“Thanks,” she sighed with an appreciative smile.
“Do you have specific plans in mind, Agent Scully?” he asked, nodding to the bottle now placed in front of her.
“Oh,” she blushed a little bit, “Feel free to say no, but I was curious if you’d be down with drinking and playing a game or something?” she asked nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
A chance to see Scully drunk? Abso-fucking-lutely. “I’m in. Do you have any specific game in mind?”
She paused for a moment, tapping her finger against her lips in thought as he was captivated by the motion. “It’s not a drinking game, but do you want to periodically take shots and just ask each other questions? Kinda like twenty questions, but with no goal?” He was equal parts excited and nervous. He wanted to learn more about Scully, but he was nervous what she might ask.
“So, basically, drink and have a conversation?” he joked.
She giggled as she opened the top of the bottle, bringing out two shot glasses he hadn’t even seen her grab. Sneaky. It also amused him that she obviously knew he’d say yes to her.
“Essentially, yes,” she drew out, pouring a shot for each of them.
“Are there any rules?”
“Hmm, want to say, we each get twenty questions, you can only pass on two, and no holds barred,” passing one of the shots over to him as she said this.
The no holds barred part intimidated him a bit, but he was curious what she had in mind. “Sounds good to me,” he replied, lifting his glass up in a cheers motion. She clinked her glass against his and they threw their head back, letting the amber liquid coat their throats.
He didn’t feel the need to put on a bravado in front of Scully, they were far passed that, so he felt no shame as he coughed and let his face contort into unbridled disgust. He heard a melodic chuckle erupt in response and looked over to see that she had taken it like a champ, no surprise. “You can go first since your in pain,” she offered kindly.
He took a swig of his beer to recover as he mused. “Why are you afraid of thunderstorms?”
She looked surprised that was his first question, but answered nonetheless, “I don’t really know. It’s totally irrational. I understand what they are, I just don’t like the mixture of how chaotic and power, and it’s so loud.” Made sense, he nodded and she took that as a sign to take her turn.“Excluding aliens, you get the opportunity to expose the undeniable truth behind one cryptid. What one do you choose?” she asked, taking the final swig of her last beer.
“Hmm,” he pondered, “Either Bigfoot or Nessie, probably Nessie.”
“Why,” she asked.
“Does that count as two questions?,” he teased.
“Nope,” she sang with a cocky grin.
“I’d probably choose The Loch Ness because it’s one that people are most familiar with, and if they believe that it could lead to a wider acceptance of the unexplained. Bigfoot is a little too humanistic, a little too in the realm of comfort.” She seemed to appreciate his answer so he continued, “What are your favorite three qualities of yourself? Can be emotional, physical, mental, anything.”
She cocked her head to the side and pouted her lip a bit in thought, glancing into the bottle as if the amber liquid would give her an answer. “Umm,” she verbalized before resorting back to silence for a while. Maybe thirty seconds passed and she was still thinking.
“Is this seriously a hard question for you? I could name ten of my favorite qualities about you right now,” he laughed.
He could see the faint blush dust her cheeks even through the candle light as she struggled to answer, “Umm, I’ll do one of each, I think it’ll be easier. Emotionally, I like my passion. Mentally, I’m proud of my intelligence. Physically, uhh,” she paused for a moment to think and it honestly dumbfounded him. She could list off anything and she’d be right, she was perfect. “Uh, I like my freckles.”
“Good choice, but an interesting one.”
She laughed lightly to dispel her self-consciousness, “Everyone in my family has them. I like the solidarity.” He hadn’t realized that, but it made a lot of sense. “My turn. You said you could name ten, do it.”
Oh shit. This was dangerous territory and he knew it. “Only ten?” he replied. She tried to repress a smile and nodded. “Not to copy you, but your passion, your intelligence, and your freckles also are on my list. Your loyalty, your smile, your rationality, your eyes, your commitment, your entire being, and your strength are, in no particular order, a few of my favorite qualities.” It made him happy to see that she was flattered by his words, having a hard time meeting his eyes.
“I appreciate that. I don’t know if ‘entire being’ counts as a quality though,” she reminded, easing the charge in the room.
“There were a lot of things I didn’t want to miss and I felt like that was all-encompassing,” he answered honestly. There isn’t enough time in the world to list off everything I love about you. Before starting any further, he poured two more shots out, taking them just like they had before. Scully giggled a little more after this shot and he was glad he wasn’t the only one feeling tipsy.
“What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done? Not including anything work related?” he asked after finishing off his own beer.
Unlike the last question, she knew this one immediately. After the question left his lips she giggled some more and put her hands in her face temporarily. If it got this reaction, he was eager to hear. “Okay, so promise not to judge me. When I was in high school, I had a crush on my English teacher, he was maybe twenty seven while I was sixteen, and I just wanted his attention. So, one day I went to school dressed as an actual catholic school girl. The white button up, the lewdly short skirt, the black thigh highs, the whole nine yards.”
Mulder gulped and shifted a little in his seat at the thought of a young Scully dressed so scandalously, the fact she did that was arousing enough, the mental image was almost too much. “So what happened?” he pried.
“I stayed after class, you know, asking for ‘extra help’ even though I had an A in the class. He wouldn’t even look at me, and when he did it was only for a few seconds,” she exclaimed. Mulder couldn’t blame the guy, Scully was trying to kill the man.
“He probably didn’t want to be caught sporting a massive hard on in the middle of a high school,” he cried, making her laugh.
“Fair enough, but little sixteen year old me was so pissed,” she proclaimed, as if still cursing that teacher. “What about you? Have you ever had any inappropriate crushes?” his inappropriate crush asked obliviously.
“Um-,” he paused. He couldn’t exactly say his partner, even if it was the truth. “I would sometimes have crushes on my friends’ sisters. Which is just like a no-go in the bro code.” Not a lie, not incriminating. “What was the last thing you ever did on a date?” He almost regretted the question as soon as it left his lips, thoughts of Jerse and that whole escapade coming into memory. Luckily, Scully also decided to ignore that. He supposed almost being killed nullified considering the evening a date.
“I actually haven’t been on a real date in years. Maybe back in 1993, around when we were first assigned together. I was just on a date with a random guy I met at Quantico. It wasn’t very good. We went to Olive Garden and then went to his place and had mediocre sex.” He was pleased that sex was becoming a comfortable, frequent topic right now and he honestly hoped it would continue.
“Mediocre how?”
“If I don’t cum, it’s mediocre,” she sighed dramatically, pouring another round for them. He was already feeling tipsy and a small part of him was worried she was going too fast for her tiny stature, but she was a doctor so he trusted her judgement. They threw their head back, and as he was trying to recover, no aid of beer to wash it down, she laid a big one on him, “What kind of porn do you like?”
“What?” he repeated, positive he must have misheard her.
“I know about all your tapes. What type is your favorite? Oral? Dominance? Gay? Big bust? C-” He didn’t know how long she would have been able to keep going, but knowing Scully knew all the different porn categories was something he needed to keep in mind.
“I like the longer ones, where the relationship is established. I know you’re going to roll your eyes at me, but I like the ones where it looks like they care,” he confessed. In reality, the answer would have been ‘The ones closest to our relationship or ones where the woman slightly resembles you.’
“N-no! I think that’s nice, don’t be shy,” she hiccuped. She was slightly slurring, just a little bit, and she wasn’t as balanced as she used to be. He was probably fairing the same, never really drinking and having a low tolerance.
Since she had asked him a bold question, he decided to reciprocate. It didn’t make it any less jarring to feel these words come out of his mouth in her presence, “Do you use toys when you masturbate? If so what’s your favorite?”
Her eyebrows raised a bit, but so did the corners of her lips. “I do yes,” she had barely answered the question and he could feel his penis stirring at her words. “I have this one vibrator and its pink. It’s a smooth silicone, and it’s phallic shaped with a curve. I like that I can use it both internally and externally,” she said, being so generous as to use size indications with her hands. He hadn’t asked how she used it, but he was eternally grateful for this new information.
Scully propped her head up with the palm of her hand, elbow resting lazily on the table. He thought she may have to take some time to formulate a question, but she was ready to go. “When you’re having sex, do the women say your name?”
His brow cocked up as he swallowed, glancing down at her curiosity-riddled face. He didn’t really know why she wanted to know such a random thing. “Well, they do when I’m doing a good job. So, yes,” he teased with a wink.
She rolled her eyes and elaborated, “Noooo, I mean do they call you Fox, or do they moan ‘ ah Mulder ’ at you?” During her explanation she gave a little example of how one might moan ‘Mulder,’ pitching her voice up and making it breathy as she cried his name, her face contorting in mock pleasure. It was unbelievably hot. She stared at him expectantly as he shifted in his seat to hide his body’s reaction to her little display, coy smirk on her face.
He cleared his throat a bit before answering, “Oh, the call me Fox, but I still hate it, even if it’s being said in the throes of passion.”
She nodded appreciatively at his answer, fingering the rim of her empty glass. “Good to know,” she murmured. Her answer was equal parts suggestive and ambiguous. Before he could fully decipher her words she was motioning to him, “Your turn.”
“Favorite position?” he asked.
“I’m not picky, I like quite a few, but I’ve personally had a lot of success on top,” she shrugged with a self-satisfactory smile. He’d been hard for a while now, but it was getting more and more difficult to keep himself in check. Especially imagining Scully on top, her breasts bouncing up and down from the exertion of riding him, the dedication he was sure she would have to making sure they both got off.
He must have lost himself in thought a little bit, because he noticed she was just smiling at him expectantly. He took a moment to prepare two more shots before they went further, wanting a bit more liquid courage. It went down easier than expected, unlike her next question.
Scully drunkenly put a hand on the couch, sloppily pulling herself up so she was reclining on the couch arm opposite of him. He normally would have reached out to help her, but in his drunken state, he wouldn’t have been much use. She situated herself a little bit, trying to sit up straight and wiping her hair away from her face with his palms. He realized she was about to lay a big one on him and straightened up a bit himself. Looking him dead in the eye, she started with, “Is it okay if I ask a possible two-part question?”
“Possible two-part question?” He repeated.
“Well the answer to the first will determine if the second is necessary,” she clarified. He simply nodded and motioned for her to continue, which she did hesitantly, “Mulder, do you think I’m attractive?”
Her question took him off guard. How could she not know? He mentally flashbacked through the past seven years of their partnership; the years of trying to catch second glimpses of her, the years of hiding erections from her that she caused, years of casual flirtations, and she didn’t realize he adored her? She was looking at him with wide, vulnerable eyes that broke his heart. “Of course I do, Scully. You’re easily the most attractive woman I’ve ever met. It’s honestly distracting.”
A brief smile graced her lips before she got serious again, leaning forward a little bit. “Why haven’t you tried to have sex with me?” It felt like all the air left his lungs. Of all the follow up questions, he wasn’t expecting that. He tried to think of an answer in his inebriated state, but he kept getting distracted by her questioning eyes and pouting lips.
“I-I never thought you would want to, I figured you saw me as untouchable since I’m your partner. I also didn’t think you found me attractive,” he muttered honestly.
The shock he had felt a moment ago had transferred to her, her jaw dropping open in surprise. “You don’t think I find you attractive?”
He shrugged shyly, “Well, you’ve never expressed interest.”
“Mulder, I feel like if I expressed anymore interest, you’d walk into the office with me bent over your desk waiting,” she proclaimed. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing, imagining what it’d be like walking into the office, Scully precariously perched over the desk they had spent years across, her crotch wet and waiting just for him, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy smile.
“You want to have sex with me?” he asked almost incredulously.
A bright flush had painted her face, a mix of alcohol and embarrassment, maybe something more. “Yes,” it was barely audible coming out as a gentle whisper. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
“I want to make love to you,” he clarified. A rare toothy smile erupted on Scully’s face and he couldn’t help but lean in closer to her, happy when she did the same. Their lips met together in shy exploration. She started smiling at the first touch of contact, making deepening the kiss a little hard. They did anyhow though, tongues sliding wetly over each other in exploration. She tasted like booze and that hint of Scully he could never recreate.
She placed her hands drunkenly around his neck and pulled herself closer to him, effectively laying on top of his reclining torso, pressing his back into the couch. She was so warm and comfortable. He ran his hand up her spine and reveled in the way she leaned into his touch. Eventually, they pulled back and he got to enjoy what a thoroughly-kissed Scully looked like. She was panting a little, her hair was mussed, and her lips were swollen. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, as if she was trying to enjoy the lingering taste of him. His erection was now screaming with need, even though this was all he wanted, the rational side of him was still there. “Scully, we can’t do this right now. I want the first time I’m with you to be when we’re sober.”
She dramatically sighed and he thought she was going to argue, but she conceded, “You’re right.” She pouted at him, her gaze flicking down to his tenting pants. “But what are you going to do about that?” she asked, teasingly running a finger along his bulge.
He laughed but tried to concave his hips instead of thrusting at her. “Scully, I’ve been your partner for years. I’m an expert at willing boners away,” he reassured.
“So we can’t touch each other while we’re drunk?” she reiterated.
“I wouldn’t be able to stop,” he groaned, god she was beautiful.
She was silent for a moment, lost in a train of thought. Her eyes lit up and she looked at him excitedly. “What if we just- touched ourselves?” she offered, shrugging and acting like this was the most rational solution she’d ever come up with.
He knew he was a little young to have a heart attack, but honestly he was scared it was going to happen tonight. Scully, his Scully, partner of seven years, sweet catholic, was suggesting they touch themselves in front of each other. “Like, mutual masturbation?” he asked for clarification, voice higher than normal.
“Exactly, mutual masturbation,” she cooed, starting to unbutton the top of her blouse. His eyes followed her movements, deft and elegant, lacking the clumsiness normally associated with alcohol. He was pretty sure he was blushing. The thought of jacking off less than a foot away from Scully seemed almost taboo.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She got to the last button and let her top fall open, revealing a black, lacy bra. She let the shirt fall down her shoulders gracefully, discarding it on the floor beneath them. She scooted back a bit so that he was resting on one arm of the couch while she was on the other. Her hands were poised behind her back as she sang, “Only if you’re interested.” His eyes were constantly dancing back down to her chest, waiting for her to take away the black scrap of fabric. It became obvious she wasn’t going to remove it unless he answered. He internally chuckled at her statement. He was far more than interested.
Instead of verbally answering, he started to undo the buttons on his own shirt, discarding it on top of her own. His self-consciousness started to fade when he saw her eyes appreciatively take in his exposed chest, tracing ever muscle and curve with her gaze. She looked back up at him with gratitude and unhooked her bra, letting it fall forward to reveal two beautiful breasts. He took a sharp intake of breath between his teeth and his cock ached to be touched.
“Scully, you’re so gorgeous,” he praised. She leaned her bare back on the arm of his couch, the same couch he had spent countless hours fantasizing about her on. She continued to look at him as she raised her hands to play with her breasts, grabbing them and pushing them together before pinching her own nipples.
His eyes practically fluttered to the back of his head and he audibly groaned, earning a sensual snicker from Scully, who was moving her hands down her sides until she was easing her pants and underwear down her legs, adding to the pile. He quickly did the same, wanting to keep her comfortable in her state of undress by providing his own. When he sat back down, his dick was bobbing prominently in the air, begging for attention. She took it in with hungry eyes before returning his compliment in a raspy voice, “So are you.”
She let her thighs part, revealing her pink, glistening lips, practically dripping from wetness. He caused that. The sight was too much and he finally gave over to pleasure, taking his length in his firm hand, stroking up in down in exploration, eyes never leaving her body. She grunted when she saw this, “God Mulder, you have no idea how much that turns me on.”
She let her hand slide down her stomach, passed her pubic hair, to her arousal, parting her lips playfully before swirling around her clit, letting her head drop back with a hearty moan. Scully was touching herself right in front of him, for him, because of him, on his couch. For a second he was worried that he had died and gone to heaven but, if this is what it was like, he didn’t even care. Her chest had flushed red and, yet again, he didn’t know if it was because she was shy or simply from arousal. She was watching his hand intently as she continued playing with herself, her wetness audible in the room.
The candle lighting, though done for necessity, was now highly sexual. The light of the flames danced on her porcelain skin, a dance as natural and primal as her hand’s against her body. He reached down and, with his other hands, cupped his heavy balls, the sensation making him thrust off the couch slightly, desperate for friction. Scully must have needed more too, because she spread her knees farther, throwing one over the back of the couch as she reclined further into the couch, finger fucking herself vigorously, her elegant fingers dipping deep inside herself, curling up to hit the places she knew so well. She was now spread absolutely eagle in front of him, hiding nothing.
He didn’t think he had ever experienced such a high level of eroticism before in his life. It felt like every nerve ending in his body was on fire, he could feel his heart beating in his erection. He was already stimulated enough when she became increasingly vocal, an audible aphrodisiac. One hand was ravishing her clit while the other groped her breasts. She was whining and panting, high pitched, breathy, and painfully feminine. Her hips almost constantly undulating, gyrating into her hand. All the while her eyes were dilated and focused on his body, watching his hand pump so fast it was disappearing and his chest heave lungfuls of air.
It was hard to resist not throwing his head back in pleasure, he didn’t want to miss any part of this display of personal intimacy. How many times did she go home and lay on her bed doing exactly this? All he wanted to was throw himself to the otherside of the couch and bury himself inside her, hearing those keening sounds in his ear as he makes her cum, thrusting into her tightness with reckless abandon. “I want you so bad, I can’t wait for us to finally be together,” he panted out, his forearm aching with strain from him relentless strokes.
“I want you too, we’ll have each other so soon,” she reassured, her voice coming out like a strained cry. He could see a light sheen of sweat starting to cover her body at the same time he noticed it on his.
Her hand started to move faster and faster and he knew she was chasing her orgasm. She started to tell him she was about to cum, but the orgasm took over. “Muld-ah!” Her body was nearly convulsing, her hips thrusting desperately against her hand which was going doing everything it could to stimulate every need of hers. Her mouth was open as she cried out variations of his name and the lords, spine arching and concaving like a rhythm.
His hand when as fast as it could as his grip tightened. It took only a few seconds before he was following her into ecstasy. “Ugh-Scully,” he cried out as he bucked into his hand, milking himself for everything he had. Hot wet spurts of semen covered his abdomen, but all he could focus on was the fact seeing him come sent her spiraling into a second orgasm. Her legs clenched around her hand as she moved her body, as if making love to the air.
When they were done, the only sounds in the room were their frantic breaths evening out. He leaned down and grabbed both of their shirts, wiping himself off with his own as he handed hers off so she could do the same. “Thanks,” she sighed appreciatively with a sated, goofy smile he was sure matched his own.
“You’re a genius, you know that right?” he commended.
“Just wait until you get the full experience,” she teased with a wink.
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my day was pretty good today, i think that was just bc of my mindset tho lol thank goodness for getting better. tallulah, my cat, shit on my floor and then after cleaning that up i noticed she also shit ALL OVER ONE OF MY SHOES. MY SHOES THAT I WAS PLANNING TO WEAR TODAYYY THAT I WEAR ALMOST EVERY DAY. WHITE SHOES. meanwhile i still had to have breakfast and get ready for classes, one of which i had already decided to prioritize an extra hour of sleep over even tho i have a quiz on friday. lollll. but i felt really well rested and good throughout the day so it was worth it. i felt like comfortable and mildly cute in what i wore, my eyeliner looked so good today but i didn’t take any selfies lol.
classes didn’t start off great, i got a 14/20 on my rmi quiz, first quiz of the semester, but they got better. i’m at least interested in most of my classes! i like operations and managerial accounting and risk and ofc my acting gen ed is really cute and giving high school haha. not really loving finance but maybe i’m just not giving it enough of a chance. i have finance tomorrow so i will actually go… i’ve mentally checked out of 4/5 finance classes so far, i skipped our first in person meeting on tuesday, and only paid attention the first day. ik it’s just a math class and i do well on the homework so i should check in before the material gets difficult.
anyway after risk i had msom (operations). on our first class on monday, toward the end, prof had us turn to the person next to us and talk about an answer, and the girl sitting next to me was someone i already knew! her name is madison and we sat together in biz com together last semester but she usually went to the 10am bc it fit in her schedule better but sometimes i’d see her and we’d always chat and be so friendly, i was literally so relieved to see her and so surprised! i realize now she probably sat next to me on purpose since i was there first which is so cute, on monday she sat a seat down from me but today she sat right next to me 🥺 and we made plans to study together this weekend!! she’s so nice and we i’m excited!
after msom i had gamma, which is what we call our chapter of risk & actuarial professional fraternity, gamma iota sigma. so i had wednesday meeting and honestly i love it there, it’s really just so cute. i’m so glad i joined the rmi program because it’s so well put together and this was our first meeting of the semester so it was a little senti and the very loved and cherished faculty chair of gamma, a professor that everyone has had, reminded us that our chapter is decoratively awarded for being the largest and best chapter and honestly i am so proud. sometimes it feels so corny to be so moved by the things that i am, but i am. i’m also trying to be more involved with it this semester, i feel like last semester was really a transitional period like i was still getting used to it and now i love it and i’m all in and ready to participate lol. at gamma i sat next to my adult-student friend from russia, she’s so cool i actually love her, and she has all this cool industry experience since she’s come back to school to get her degree after starting a career. she’s so sweet too i just love her, and she’s so young looking she really just blends right in hahaha.
i came home after gamma and had lunch and then left for work, picked up miriam and then did their grocery shopping, and a little grocery shopping of my own. finally got the ingredients for crab rangoon! and picked up the chimichangas for langston. then i dropped the groceries off at the house and got gas and then came home, chatted with langston a bit before doing my finance (math) homework, and then i spent a while making dinner and trying different things w the rangoons, it was fun. i have a lot to do tomorrow tho.
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