Blurb (nsfw)-elijah and 28) “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

@thedumpster-fire this is a "elijah is dating a human and has been holding off on getting physical bc he doesnt want to break her" type thing :) hope you like this!! im kind of iffy about the ending lol its a bit abrupt but its a drabble so,,,

everyone else who sent drabble requests in pls bear with me i am not only very critical of my writing i am also slow as fuck however i will get to all your requests eventually 💘💘

pairing: elijah mikaelson x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, pls for the love of god minors do not interact, fingering, some spit 💀 m/f sex

wc: 600 ish

consider reblogging this if you enjoyed it!💗

How movie night had ended up in this, you can’t remember—right now, all you can see and hear and feel is him, and you’re definitely not complaining. Your hips grind against each other perfectly in sync, and you feel him rapidly hardening right underneath where you need him the most—and it drives you wild. You keep moving, faster and more deliberate, unable to hold back the soft whimpers falling from your lips at the sensation. Elijah’s head is already thrown back against the back of the couch, eyes screwed tight shut as he tries desperately to keep in control. “Baby,” his voice is a thin, drawn-out groan, barely audible, “baby, if you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

You look down at him, eyes lidded with lust, biting down on your lower lip, “maybe I don’t want you to stop. Maybe I want you to ruin me.” You were sick of him treating you like some kind of china doll, meant to look pretty but not be played with. He lets out another groan, and you can tell he’s conflicted, that he’s second guessing you and what you want yet again—but you lean over and start kissing his neck with a whisper of “I know you want to” and its game over. You’re not even sure how it happened but your back hits the couch and Elijah is looming over you, his face mere inches away from your own, those deep mocha eyes you were so familiar with now blown almost completely black with lust. You shiver when you feel the tip of his nose running down the side of your neck as he kisses your skin, and his touch is cold so why does it feel like your entire body is in flames?

His hands trail down your body, finding purchase on your trousers for only a moment before undoing them and yanking them off you, leaving you in only a tiny scrap of cotton. He gently thumbs over the steadily growing wet patch, a smug smile on his face as you gasp at his touch, “just as I suspected.” Pulling your panties aside, he moves down, sitting on the couch in a way that still gave him full access to your legs, rubs his fingers over your folds and you see him spit on your pussy—oh fuck, that feels good, you think, although your mouth seems to be lagging, unable to form any coherent sentences as Elijah’s fingers slide in and out of you. He brings you close, agonizingly close until you’re teetering on the precipice of bliss, when he stops and you actually whine in frustration, looking at him like he’s just betrayed you.

“I think you’re ready for me,” he says, and his eyes soften again as he looks at you, searching for any sign of discomfort or fear. “You’re really sure you want to do this?”

You nod frantically, another whine stuck in your throat. He’s undressing himself but you’re impatient, you’re so needy for him, but Elijah is generous, Elijah is giving, and in one fluid movement and a particularly loud curse he’s inside you and its fucking nirvana. He doesn’t go easy on you for too long, picking up the pace quickly and you don’t think you’ve been fucked nearly this good before. Then again, you’d never had a vampire in your bed, and an Original one at that.

Suddenly he hits that spot inside of you and everything you felt before is amplified by about ten times, and your legs are losing feeling and you’re starting to see spots because he’s not letting up. “That’s it,” he grits out, jaw clenched so hard you could have seen the veins popping out in his neck had you had the mental capacity to care about anything other than coming on Elijah’s cock. “Come for me pretty girl, that’s it,” and you’re gone, pushed down the cliff while everything else falls away, everything except for you and him.

GWAINCELOT ESSAY THREE???

[commentary voice] ah yes and this gwaincelot essay.... which turned into a fic was inspired by @nextstopparis and @little-ligi

GWAINE TEACHING LANCELOT HOW TO READ. and thats how they actually CONFESS.

imagine gwaine seeing lancelot trip up reading leon’s plan for the day, seeing him trying to understand it. and gwaines, hes a little in love. Hes. Hes a little hit with feelings for this Noble (tm) knight. So OF COURSE he CANT EMOTION and he tries to show his affection for lancelot without yknow being in ‘loVE’

he comes over with his swishy hair and bantery tone like “oooOhHh LANCELOT! Lancey! Hey! Hello! Can’t read leon’s goddamn awful handwriting huh?”

And Lancelots embarrassed and flushes red and gwaine thinks hes Fucked Up (and he really doesn’t want to fuck this up, this is the first time he’s actually felt emotions this deep for someone) and tries to fix it panickedly, like the Anxiety Clown He Is.

He keeps on saying sorry and apologising, and Lancelot, the EVER CALM KNIGHT GUY, goes “it’s fine, it’s okay. It’s nothing to do with you...” and then he hesitates. He HESITATES. “....it’s just that...” and then he BITES HIS LIP and gwaine thinks he might just faint there and then, “...i cant read.”

and now it hits him, gwaine, gwaine, who thought literacy was something trash and something he didn’t really need, realises how important it is. and so, yknow because hes kind of wrapped in those Emotions (tm), he pulls lancelot’s sleeve after practice, when they’re alone in the changing room. (and if lancelot wasn’t so tired and miserable, he would have easily seen gwaine BLUSH)

And he, shyly asks if lancelot wouldnt mind being tutored by him.

Now Lancelot is OVERJOYED, and he’s borderline CRYING because lancelot, poor old village boy lancelot who’d been kicked out of the knights of camelot, and had to become a MERCENARY and fight for masters who didn’t care for him, has NEVER HAD someone literally CARE about him so much. (Apart from Merlin. He loves merlin <3)

so now imagine lancelot waking up an hour early the next morning, and showing up into gwaine’s room. He knows gwaine literally doesnt sleep with a lock, so he just barges in, and starts shaking gwaine.

Now GWAINE sleeps like a Log (had so much shit going on irl, time to sleep it away) and when he opens his bleary eyes, seeing lancelot in one of his stupid v neck shirts over him, hes like “....h...helo??”

and lancelot’s all like. “We- werent YOU gonna give me reading lessons.” And gwaine nods, yawning (and in that moment lancelot thinks gwaine looks unimaginably cute, so cute that he wants to literally ruffle gwaine’s hair and run his hands through how silky and brown it is.)

THEN gwaine pulls on the dont care-ish mask, and makes his arms into a pillow under his head, as he leans against the wall behind his bed, in some kind of somewhat???flirty??? manner??? [i dont...i dont know what hes trying to do. On the other hand! Not does Lancelot :) ]

Lancelot, does not realise this is gwaine’s poor attempt at flirting - since he’s seen gwaine ACTUALLY flirting and this is like. Nothing. And its also poorly executed. Which is NOTHING like gwaine.

So he pulls gwaine’s arm, and half hauls him out of bed.

As gwaine’s head crashes into lancelot’s stomach, he can smell lancelot’s clothes. They smell of flowers, and cotton and everything so natural and gwaine, who literally smells of wine, and wood and Tavern. (And aftershave, or the 500AD equivalent)

[see here, see im trying to bring themes of dionysis okay. OkayyyyyyyyY. yours truly likes looking at greek mythology. And both these two complete dionysis]

Gwaine, in his sleepy stupor, nestles his head on Lancelot’s hip, who gives a sigh and stands there. One hand clutching gwaine’s, leaving the other free.....

....to rake through his soft, flowy brown hair. And twirl his fingers through its waves, and Gwaine cuddles in further.

And since Lancelot left the door open, Leon (the other bitch who wakes up at 4am to do idk nothing) sees them two...like that, illuminated by the SUNLIGHT behind them, and smiles a little.

And then he trips over the stairs, the moment is lost.

Gwaine and Lancelot pull away at the same time, and gwaine’s face turns back to “ha ha im a Jerk (tm)” and if he wasnt too busy trying to hide how flustered he was, he’d see Lancelot looking at him the way he used to look at GWEN.

They both blink and look at each other, understandingly, neither of them to speak of this again.

And then Gwaine drags himself out of bed, and Lancelot raises his eyebrows as he watches him (totally not checking him out) haul out a book from his cupboard.

Gwaine’s too sleepy for this, he keeps yawning and rubbing his eyes (looking like a cat, Lancelot notes) and Lancelot takes a deep breath, his eyes understanding.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Lancelot, I love..” he bites his tongue, cursing his half asleep mind “..doing this, and love hanging out with you...I just cant stay up this early.”

Reading lessons, from now on, are at 1:30am-whenever Gwaine and Lancelot stop rambling about Odysseus and Circe and Telemachus

[i dont know any other ancient books apart from like. Ancient greek/Roman ones. So i guess. Its not historically accurate,,,,BUUIT this is a fanfic for a pair who had like no scenes together SO i think i can take some ✨creative liberties✨]

Lancelot has heard of the journey of Aneas from travelling bards, singing songs in his native old english. Gwaine’s eyes are quick at latin, and he learnt the flaws of Romulus and Remus in his pure latin. Gwaine’s a good teacher, and lancelot is a quick study, and it’s not long before they’re arguing over which Goddess caused the most harm in the Illiad.

Gwaine’s never met someone who he could reveal that he loved reading to, he loved doing.

Lancelot’s never met someone who he could tell he couldn’t read, and ask if they could teach him, love learning.

They make it work.

The other knights notice, of course they notice. Percival notices how Lancelot stumbles into the Gwaine’s room at night, bright eyed. Elyan notices Lancelot and Gwaine’s voices from Gwaine’s room opposite him; sometimes slow, Gwaine speaking slowly and Lancelot following; sometimes heated and passionate.

(They’re arguing. They’re arguing about how to pronounce Minerva)

Merlin finds the two, in the early hours of the morning - when the birds are figuring what song they sing today - on Gwaine’s bed.

Gwaine leaned against the bedframe, his trousered legs splayed over the sheets. Loosely braided, long brown hair fell over his closed eyelids, his mouth in a small smile.

And Merlin follows his arm draped over Lancelot, snuggled beside him, his head on his broad shoulder, every breath of wind pushing against curly black hair, making it almost /bounce/. His eyes are covered by the other man’s hair, and he looks...content. More content than Merlin has ever seen him.

He slips out as quietly as he came in, and smirks, hes gotta tell arthur they finally got their shit together oh GOD

Its no surprise to anyone but them, when Arthur pulls Lancelot out of training, and into his chambers.

“I’m glad you’ve found someone Lancelot.” He starts, his face geniune, his voice giving away hints of relief. (He thought he was never going to see his knight smile again after all the ordeals that had happened to him)

“Oh...” Lancelot’s heart sinks, “...how did you find out, Sire?”

Arthur blinks, taking in the change of mood in Lancelot, maybe it wasn’t anything important, maybe they were trying to keep it casual, hell they didnt want the king knowing.

“I- uh, I just noticed...” Goddamnit Merlin, and Goddamn his need to tell him everything he saw. (Merlin had advised him not to do this, as they sat on his bed after a long night. This was really his fault.)

Lancelot pales, and he places his hands down on the table beside him, palms slapping stone as he did so.

“Well, I guess I should tell you the whole truth then,” his voice is quiet, and Arthur steps closer, “Sire I am not of Noble birth, and was born in a village - as you know.”

Arthur nods, his arms crossed, but his Kingly Bravado fell away at the sight of his knight, and one of his closest friends, being this vulnerable.

“Yes I know, but what does this ha-“

“And we children in the village we-“ he falters, “-we were never taught to read.”

“Yes, no I understand, I-“ he pauses, Lancelot’s words hitting him a bit too late, this was about literacy?

This, this whole conversation was about literacy?

Not being gay?

Merlin was going to have a field day

“Sire?”

“I understand Lancelot, and is this why you feel a little out of place with the other knights?” He carries it on, with a smile, he has a few questions to ask merlin.

“Yes, and that’s why I asked Gwaine to tutor me from time to time, although, the sessions carry through late into the night, which may have been affecting my performance at practice. I’ll have you know that this is a temporary th-“

“It’s fine Lancelot,” Arthur places a hand on his shoulder, “You are still exceptional at practice,”

“Thank you Sire,” Lancelot twinkles.

✨

“Theyre, theyre not together?” Merlin cant stop laughing, tears streaming down his face, “theyre not TOGETHER?? oh my God arthur what did you DO”

They sit together on Arthur’s bed, drinking wine from stemless cups together, with Arthur recounting the events of the day; red faced.

“I mean, it was your idea Merlin.”

“I just saw them, and I assumed...I didnt...I didnt think youd ASK them.”

“What do you think I’d do then?? Let them be on their merry way.”

“Yes!”

✨

“Do you like me?” Gwaine asks, unexpectedly, one night, the moon vibrant against the loud sea.

“You’re...tolerable...” Lancelot says, a smile tugging at his lips, as the silver moonlight falls against his hair, a halo around him.

✨

The knights give them the look every morning, as the two of them stumbled out of the same room, more frequently than ever.

Sometimes Lancelot would throw on Gwaine’s shirt, when he’d crumpled his own beyond repair. Sometimes Gwaine would put some of Lancelot’s hair oil on, when his hair was frizzy.

They gave each other knowing looks when Gwaine and Lancelot started whispering and giggling like a bunch of schoolgirls.

✨

And then Stupid gwaine had to go get fucking stabbed, and their delicate dance was like trying to waltz through a minefield.

Lancelot clutches onto Gwaine’s arm as Merlin feels his forehead with shaking hands.

“He’s burning up.”

“Infection...?” Lancelot sounds broken, and nods, fumbling with his pack to find some bandages.

It was just a simple quest; a save the day, get the girl, do various harmless shenanigans type of quest.

He’d half expected Gwaine to get the girl, and he cant help but give out a half choked laugh. Gwaine had no idea what hit him when she turned out to be the evil one all along.

He tries to forget that Gwaine showed no interest in her, he tries to forget that Gwaine’s been less frequent at the Tavern, he tries to forget that he hasn’t seen Gwaine with anyone since months now.

Gwaine, his beautiful Gwaine was lying on his lap, hot red blood rushing from his side, staining his polished chainmail with dark, sticky blood.

He’s been out for nearly an hour now, and Lancelot remembers carrying him, through the entire forest, forgetting his sword and his helmet and just grabbing Gwaine and getting the shit out of there.

Gwaine’s lack of self preservation was really rubbing off on Lancelot nowadays.

Merlin watches as Lancelot holds back tears, his own eyes stinging. Gwaine can’t die like this, he can’t die like this....

“hælan beorn adl”

Merlin’s eyes flashed gold, and Lancelot could feel warmth coming back into the fingers he was grabbing.

He was coming back.

And then the weight of everything hits him.

He was in Fucking Love.

✨

“Hey.” Gwaine’s voice is rough from disuse, but Lancelot nearly sobs when he hears the voice.

“Don’t fucking do that to me again, amor meus.” He puts his head down on Gwaine’s chest; finding the hammering of his heart calming.

He shimmies onto Merlin’s bed, which Gwaine had been lying in for the past few days.

“Did you mean, ami meus?” Gwaine sounds tired, too tired to be awake.

“Huh? Did i say something else?” Lancelot decides to play dumb, a sparkle in his eyes,

“I thought I heard amor meus,” Gwaine pushes his nose into Lancelot’s hair, taking in the wonderful smell of coconut.

“Well then, at least your hearing’s okay, amor meus.”

Gwaine gulped, and was sure Lancelot could hear his loud swallow.

“Lancelot, I hope this isnt a big joke with me teachin you latin and all,” Gwaine’s voice is a little wobbly from the slee deprivation and the magic and the pain numbers, “because I’ll have you know that I really love you, and I cant go on like this any longer,”

“Its okay Gwaine, I learnt latin from the man I love, of course it’s not a joke.”

“The man you love? Who’s tha-“

Realisation hits him like a brick.

Oh.

Oh.

“Me?” His voice cracks, and Lancelot looks up, a smirk on his face.

“Of course dumbass.”

“Like I’m meant to know that,” Gwaine tries to keep his dont care-ish aura, but they both know he’s too exhausted to keep that up.

“mmm?”

Gwaine kisses him on the nose, and he wraps himself around him.

And thats how Merlin finds them later that day, eyes blinking as he stood there.

✨

“I’m glad you’ve found someone, Lancelot.” Arthur coughs.

“Is that what that whole talk was about???”

“Answer the question.” His words sound harsh, but he’s barely hiding a smile.

“I’m glad too, I’m Glad I found Gwaine too.” Lancelot blushes, turning to gwaine.

“Why are you asking anyway, Princess?”

“Oh just, making sure this time.”

Are you taking requests? If you are, could you do Levi losing his virginity? It doesnt have to be with the reader, but I just want to know your take on it. Thanks!

💜The First Time💜

“Come on....” Y/N pleaded as she poked her lover in the side. “You told me that you were going to tell me. Don’t be a wimp.”

His nudge back made her grin, his glare not affecting her. She could see the uncomfortable embarrassment in his eyes. “Don’t call me a wimp, brat.” He droned as he moved her back onto his chest and threw his other arm behind his head.

“Why do you want to hear about this shit? It doesn’t matter.” He grumbled.

Y/N looked up at Levi as she answered. “Our past defines us, and you’ve always been vague on your experience. Soooo, spill.”

He huffed out. “Fine.”

~~~~~

Levi looked around the brothel with a distinct sense of discomfort in his frame. He hadn’t wanted to complete their business here, would have rather done it anywhere else.

But the rest of the men around him were enjoying looking at the ladies, while he kept his eyes on Ivan, the leader of the rival gang. He was the host of this get together after a successful heist that they had pulled together.

Tonight was supposed to be an olive branch. A friendly hand extended to Levi. He knew his reputation and that the rival gang hadn’t wanted to tangle with him. They had brokered an agreement with Levi to team up from time to time.

The girl came over and sat in his lap, earning a glare from him. He went to move her off of him, disgusted that she thought he was looking for a companion for the night. He just wanted to talk to Ivan and get out of there. Go back to his own house and scrub the filth off of his body.

“Not interested.”

Her soft brown eyes looked worried as she tightened her hold around his neck. Her voice was low as she spoke. “You can’t turn me away. I’ve been sent over here by Ivan.”

His grey eyes looked over to where the older, fat man was watching him. When he caught his eyes, he raised his glass with a grin and took a drink. Levi didn’t acknowledge it.

“Take me to your room.” He said. The young prostitute got off his lap and lead him to her bed.

When they reached the privacy of her room, Levi stopped as soon as he closed the door. “I’ll just wait for a bit and then leave.”

She grabbed his hand, making him pull back as she shook her head. “No! Ivan bought the night with me for you as a gift. The owner will check me, to make sure that I did my job. If not....I’m punished.”

Levi scowled at that information as he took a closer look at the girl. She looked young, like she hadn’t been working long. There seemed to be an innocence in her eyes that was lost the longer that a woman worked in her trade. Selling sex was hard on the body and spirit.

“How old are you?” He asked, his eyes running over her form.

“I’m 17.” She answered, looking down at the ground. Her voice was a bit shy, unsure of why he was asking.

Levi breathed a sigh of relief at that. She wasn’t a younger brat at least. He was only a year than her. But it seemed like he was years older, Levi having been self reliant from a young age.

“I’m Levi.” He offered, cursing himself as soon as he said it. Of course she knew who he was.

The girl smiled, showing him a nice set of clean teeth. “Mary.” She said.

The silence settled between them, awkward and thick. He didn’t know what to do in this kind of situation. The girl, Mary, had more experience than he did. Not that he was going to admit that. He had never considered buying a whore, and wasn’t necessarily happy to have one purchased for him tonight.

It wasn’t anything against her. It was just memories of his mother that had kept him away from the brothels. After all, it had been her job in the Underground as well.

She decided to make a move, the strings at the top of her gown pulled, allowing it to fall to the floor, leaving her naked before him. He stared, his face expressionless, but his heart racing in his chest.

He had seen women naked before. You couldn’t live in squalor and in a brothel growing up and not see it. But it was the first time he had view one that had taken her clothes off for him. With the intention of having him sleep with them.

He would be lying if he had said he wasn’t interested. She looked soft and feminine. Levi noticed that her skin was unblemished and clean. Mary caught his eyes roaming over her body, inspecting her. “Ivan chose me because I’m clean. I bathed jus this morning and I haven’t been with anyone today.” She explained.

Levi arched a brow at her comment. Ivan had taken his need for cleanliness into account when choosing a woman for him. He was slightly grateful for the consideration, but it would have been even better if he had asked if he would like a woman to begin with.

He felt his own body start to stir as his gaze roamed over her high breasts and the patch of hair that covered her sex. Every time he had felt sexual attraction, he had pushed it aside, survival more important than feeling good.

Mary came over to him, her hands gentle as she reached for the buttons of his vest. Her eyes were full of questions as she started slipping them out of their spots. His own eyes darkened as he watched her, a hand reaching out on its own to cup her breast.

It was just as soft as he had wondered. The skin supple and soft, the pebbled texture of her nipple vastly different. He heard her sharp intake of breath and snatched his hand away.

“You didn’t hurt me. It felt good.” Mary said, stopping undressing him to take his hand and moving it back to her breast again.

Levi nodded as she slipped the vest off of him and set it on the back of a chair. Her hands moved to where his shirt was button, lower on his chest and started to remove it.

He busied himself with her breast, exploring them, trying not to be rough as he squeezed and rubbed them. Her soft moans urged him to go further as he lightly pinched them.

His hands dropped when she removed the shirt and went for his trousers. His stony facade not betraying the internal panic he was feeling. This was actually happening. He pushed her hands away and sat down, removing his boots quickly before standing up and pulling his opened trousers down.

He was obviously interested in her, his body’s reaction to her naked form was swiftly exposed as his cock sprung out of the confines of his pants. He saw her eyes widened, and he looked down, not understanding what caused that reaction.

“Wow.” She breathed, her tone nervous.

“What?” Levi asked.

“It’s bigger...than normal.” Mary said, pulling him over to the bed.

His brow furrowed in confusion. He really hadn’t seen too many men with hard ons, but he didn’t know what was so impressive about it. It just was what he had, most of the time just an irritation in the mornings when he needed to piss.

She laid down, settling on what looked like fresh sheets as she spread her thighs in front of him. His first glimpse of her sex was then, the pale skin exposed to him. She beckoned him to her, having him kneel on the bed in front of her.

He swallowed his apprehension as he leaned over her. She pushed a hand against his chest before came over her.

“Wet it.” She said, her eyes darting down to his cock.

“Huh?” Confusion was evident on his face, and she took pity on him.

She leaned up as she pushed him back onto his haunches, dipping her head down and taking his cock into her mouth.

His breath caught and he almost pushed her away before the feeling of her mouth registered. A low groan came from deep within him and his eyes closed as she lubricated him with her mouth.

When she pulled back, he lunged over her, eager to feel her around him. If it was anything like the feeling of her mouth, he was going to really enjoy it.

There was a moment of fumbling while he figured out exactly where he was supposed to put himself. Pushing himself into a woman for the first time was something that Levi would never forget. It was hot and tight, her body squeezing his cock as he sank into her.

His strangled groan filled the room as he tried to calm himself down. He felt like he was going to explode, her body pulsing around him. The urge to move made him pull back and sink back into her again. The friction around his cock making him move faster.

The build up was quick, and he wondered if it was too soon. He hadn’t been thrusting into her more than five minutes before he felt his body tighten. Mary groaning under him, but he knew that she wasn’t feeling the same pleasure he was. He tried to slow down, but he was too far gone. He breath catching as he pushed into her one last time before ripping himself out of her body, his cock pulsing as he shot his release across her stomach.

He felt like he had just run for hours. Him panting for breath as he trembled over her. He saw the flash of disappointment in her face, and knew that she hadn’t come. His cock was still hard as he pushed back into her again.

At her surprised expression he asked. “All night, right?”

She nodded and he flashed her a dark look. “Good.”

~~~~~

Levi rolled his eyes as Y/N bounced up and gave him a shocked look. “You didn’t make her cum the first time? I guess that Ackerman talent isn’t good for everything!” She giggled.

“Shut up brat. It was just the first time I’d ever had sex. No one lasts long the first time.” He growled.

He flipped her over and gave her the same dark look he gave Mary so many years go. “Let’s see how many times I make you cum before me tonight, Y/N.”

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Café: Hospital/Squad Car

In which names are fucking FINALLY exchanged; Sol comes out the same way I do 100% of the time; hands are held angrily; I Don’t Know About You Guys But I’m Sure Shawn Is Fine And Safe To Be In A Car With Right Now.

Previous Parts: Teaser One and Teaser Two

TW for: cops; implied past suicide attempt; referenced familial abuse; implied/referenced homophobia; self-harm.

Also, this is long, but I chose not to split it into two parts in the interest of getting back to The Action next time. Also please note that this is not a police procedural and I care about Gay H/C, not about How To Police Work, so please forgive the no doubt glaring inaccuracies.

@whumpitywhumpwhump 

Sol rests his pounding head in the hand not attached to his dislocated wrist, squeezes his eyes shut, and tries to shake the residual claustrophobia still crouched hot in the center of his chest.

 He doesnt look up at the sound of Shawn being steered into the chair next to him. Shawn winces audibly as the motion must pull at his stitches.

“Thank you for waiting, boys,” the nurse says. She sounds uncertain in a way Sol generally doesn’t prefer in his medical professionals. “A, um. An officer will be here to talk to you shortly, I guess?”

Sol grunts vaguely, too tired to protest, and he can hear the polite smile in the blonde boys voice when he says in a too-bright voice, “Thank you. We don’t mind waiting.”

The nurse scampers. There’s a moment of what passes for awkward silence in a crowded hospital hallway. Then someone pokes Sol gently in the shoulder.

“Hey,” the blonde says in his velvety voice. “How do you feel, man?”

Sol lowers his hand and raises his head to stare at the blonde, who does at least have the grace to look sheepish. He spreads his heavily bandaged hands. “How do I look?”

The blonde fidgets, moving carefully to avoid straining his broken ribs, and picks awkwardly at the bandage above his eye with the arm that is not currently in a sling. At some point someone lent him a plain white t-shirt to replace his bloody button-down, but there hasn’t been time or space for showers, apparently�� is the hospital normally so busy at five in the morning on a rainy Friday?— and his hair is still plastered up at odd angles and kind of red in places. Though it’s hard to tell whose blood is whose, at this point. On Sol’s other side Shawn is poking half-heartedly at his bandaged shoulder.

“Sorry, stupid question,” the blond agrees ruefully. “I meant, how’s your head?”

Sol glares at the floor. “It’s fine. Just a little knock. Not like I’ve never had one of those before.” In a much lower voice he adds, “I fucking hate MRIs.”

To Sol’s surprise, the blond’s face immediately softens. “Yeah,” he says, and he sounds almost— fond. Then he holds out his hand. “I’m Kent, by the way. Kenton Graves.”

Sol stares down at the boy’s hand, and thinks about telling him to fuck off. He takes Kent Graves’s hand in his bandaged one instead. “Sol Michaelis.”

Kent Graves blinks. “That’s, uh, quite the name.”

Sol raises an eyebrow. “Thanks,” he says flatly. “I picked it myself.”

Kent stares at him. Sol waits. “Oh,” Kent says, then, “Oh! I’m— sorry, I didn’t mean to make fun.”

Sol squints, lets Kent squirm while he weighs that response. It’s not a bad one, and he doesn’t ruin it by tacking on a bunch of excuses, just looks at Sol, embarrassed but not defensive. After a moment Sol waves his hand dismissively. “Whatever.”

Kent’s face relaxes into a smile immediately. It’s kind of distracting. Then he leans forward to offer his hand to Shawn, too, paling a little as the movement must make his ribs and fractured clavicle shift painfully. Sol winces a little in sympathy.

“Uh— Shawn Dugan,” Shawn says distractedly. Speaking of pale, Shawn is currently the color of string cheese. 

“Nice to meet you, Shawn,” Kent says politely. “You feeling okay?”

It seems to take a second for Shawn to focus on Kent’s face, but when he manages it he smiles, looking a little… scared. “Yeah, I don’t feel so hot.” He scrubs a hand over the back of his neck. “A little. Uh. Freaked, I guess.”

Kent’s smile fades, and he massages a careful hand over his collarbone. “Yeah,” he agrees, settling back into his chair. “Me too.”

Sol glares down at his splinted wrist and says nothing. They tried to put him under general anaesthetic to reset it and he had to fight tooth and nail to keep them from putting him under. Goddamn bastards.

Somebody wearing heels clicks down the long hallway in their direction, and Sol raises his head too fast, his vision blurring out for a second. “Fuck,” he mutters, raising a hand to his pounding head.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, boys,” the person attached to the noisy heels says in a brisk, businesslike voice. As Sol blinks she slowly resolves herself into a pretty girl in a police uniform, her long black hair bound back into a tight braid. “How are we feeling tonight?”

Sol hasn’t really had a chance to look in a mirror since before he was shoved in an ambulance fucking five hours ago, but if he looks anywhere near as wrecked as Shawn or Kent, the answer to that question should be pretty fucking obvious. Nobody answers the officer, anyway. She smirks at them, hands on her hips.

“Yeah, I thought so. Well, we’ve got the okay to take you three down to the station so you can tell us exactly what happened, kids. Do any of you have anybody you’d like to inform of your whereabouts and condition before we get this show on the road?” She fishes a flip-phone out of the pocket of her not-very-flattering uniform trousers. “You can use this if you didn’t get a chance to grab your phone before we left the café. I’ve been told you left in kind of a hurry.”

There’s a moment of silence as all three of them stare at the phone. Shawn, with a nervous glance towards Sol and Kent, who haven’t moved, reaches a shaky hand out for the phone.

“Uh,” he croaks, and then he lurches forward slightly and raises a hand to his head. The officer has to take a quick step forward and grab hold of his uninjured shoulder to keep him from falling right out of his chair. He pauses for a second, and then looks up at her. Sol winces at the look on his face. Shawn is almost thirty, but he looks like a scared kid.

“I-I’d like to call my mom,” he croaks, and he’s really a worrying color under his embarrassed flush. “I mean, if that’s okay.”

The officer’s face softens at Shawn’s obvious distress, and she passes him the phone. “Yeah, of course it is.” Planting her hands back on her hips, she looks from Sol to Kent, one dark eyebrows raised. “Who’s next? Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Shawn gets very shakily to his feet and wanders off a little down the hallway to call his mother in peace, using the wall for support. Sol looks expectantly over at Kent, who fidgets and then looks back at Sol for a second, and then down at the floor.

“There isn’t anyone I want to call,” he says, looking up at the officer.

Sol looks at him. There’s a muscle jumping slightly in his jaw. Interesting. Sol shrugs. “Me neither, I guess.”

The officer looks from Sol to Kent, frowning. Sol can’t really tell if she looks annoyed or— god— sympathetic. He looks away to keep from rolling his eyes. “You sure? Last call.”

Sol and Kent exchange a look almost without meaning to, and then they both look at the floor. Sol thinks of the look on Kent’s father’s face as he left the cafe. It isn’t an entirely unfamiliar one. “Yeah,” he mumbles finally. “I think we’re both sure, lady.”

There’s a long, awkward moment when the officer and the two boys listen to Shawn murmur shaky assurances into the phone and resolutely do not look at each other. Then Shawn hangs up the phone with a click and stumbles back over to hold it out toward the officer. “Thanks,” he croaks, swaying a little.

“Uh— no problem.” The officer looks from one pale face to the other, looking a little out of her depth. Then she sighs and squares her shoulders. “Okay. The sooner we get down to the station, the quicker you kids can go home. Are, uh— “ She falters a little. “Are you guys all okay to walk?”

Annoyed, Sol swings himself up to his feet, overbalances, and has to be stopped from falling by a hand on his shoulder he realizes to his mortification belongs to Kent. He wills himself not to blush and feels his cheeks and ears reddening anyway, and shrugs away. “Yes, we can walk,” he snaps, shaking his head to clear it.

The officer doesn’t quite laugh at him, but it looks like a struggle to hold it in. “Okay, sure, tough guy. Squad car’s this way.” She strides away, her non-concussed head held high, and the noisy clicking of her heeled boots drills straight into Sol’s skull, sounding much louder in his bruised brain than it probably is.

In his irritation he shoves Kent’s offer of a steadying hand away a little harder than he means to, and Kent winces away like he thinks Sol might hit him. Sol immediately feels guilty, but there’s no way to take it back, so he just stomps after the police lady, and Kent falls back to make sure Shawn doesn’t fall over, instead.

“You can call me Officer Santos, by the way,” she tells Sol over her shoulder. “I think that’s a couple steps up from ‘lady,’ don’t you?”

Sol grumbles at her.

It’s fucking freezing outside, but the fresh air feels good against Sol’s face anyway— the MRI machine had been so damn closed in, and he’d started sweating all over, and while he doesn’t feel clean and he aches all over, at least the icy wind snaps a little bit of clarity back into his poor overheated brain. 

Then he sees the squad car, and cringes a little. “You’re— not gonna let one of us sit up front, are you? he asks Officer Santos halfheartedly.

“Couldn’t even if I wanted to,” she says cheerfully. “My backup’s already in the driver’s seat. Back seat’s not really meant for three people, but you kids’ll fit just fine if you get a little cozy, don’t worry about it.”

She grins at him, and then practically skips over to the passenger’s side. Sol grinds his teeth.

Sol turns back to glare at Shawn, who has a hand clamped over his mouth, and then at Kent, who seems to be half holding him up, although his face is very pale. Shawn’s shoulder is resting against Kent’s collarbone, and Sol can’t keep in a sympathetic wince before he schools his features back into a glare. “You’re sitting in the middle,” he snaps at Kent. “If anybody gets puked on, it ain’t gonna be me.” He slides into the driver’s side before either of them can protest.

It takes some doing to actually get Shawn in the car, and by the time everybody is seated and buckled in, Sol and Kent are pressed together from shoulder to hip. His head starting to spin a little, Sol notes that Kent has nice thighs— slender, but with more muscle definition than he saw from far away. Sol wonders dizzily if he works out.

Shawn, who seems to be sweating king of a lot, rests his head against the window and goes immediately to sleep. Sol kind of envies him.

Officer Santos’s “backup” turns out to be a twenty-something man with shaggy hair and a carefully cultivated smattering of stubble across his chin. Sol sees that the driver very briefly reaches for Officer Santos’s hand once she’s slid into her seat, but elects not to comment.

Kent looks around at the cramped interior of of the squad car with academic interest, and Sol rolls his eyes at him. “What, you’ve never seen the back of a police car?”

That earns him a quizzical look not just from Kent but from Officer Santos, too, and he immediately regrets saying it.

“Uh— no, never,” Kent says, but thankfully doesn’t ask any of the dozen questions written all over his dumb pretty bruised-up face. Instead he reaches forward and taps against the plexiglass divider between the back seat and the front, like the one in a taxi. The little sliding glass door stands open. “What’s this for?”

“It’s bulletproof, in case you guys turn out to be violent killers,” Officer Santos says brightly.

“Soundproof, too,” the driver pipes up. “For when we have to take noisy drunks back to the station.

Kent laughs, and the sound is awkward and strained. “Oh.”

Officer Santos elbows the driver in the ribs. “Come on, backup. Let’s get these kids back to the station so we can all go to bed.”

He laughs, and as soon as he starts the car, Officer Santos dives for the radio knob. Screaming metal guitars fill the cab, but the noise dills into Sol’s temples with far too much force for him to enjoy it even a little. He throws his hands over his ears. “Jesus!”

“I agree,” the driver says, grinning, and reaches for the radio himself.

If anything, the candy-coated pop he selects is even worse, especially because he grins widely and starts singing along. Sol’s head hurts entirely too much for him to judge whether or not the driver is any good. “Christ, will you shut up?”

When Officer Santos yanks the radio back to the metal station, Sol gives up and reaches forward around Kent to slam the sliding door in the divider closed, and although the sound doesn’t entirely cut off, it at least dies down to a bearable drone. Sinking back into his seat, Sol heaves a relieved sigh, mostly for the sake of his own pounding headache, but also because even in his sleep Shawn looks fucking exhausted, sweat visible on his forehead even from Sol’s seat.

Sol rests his head against the pleasantly freezing glass of his own window and basks in the silence for a second. In fact, he makes it a respectable forty seconds before he can’t resist shooting Kent a sideways glance.

The blond is playing with the bandage above his eye, and looking deeply uncomfortable. Sol frowns at him.

“You know,” Sol says abruptly, and doesn’t stop when Kent winces at the sound of his voice, “I don’t fucking get you, kid. There’s no way they’d take you to the station if you’d called him and had him pick you up. You’ve gotta be fucking loaded, right?”

Kent’s blue eyes slide over to Sol’s face, and then he looks down at his hands, smiling unhappily. “I’m not actually sure I am ‘loaded’ anymore. He may have actually disinherited me this time.”

“What, for— “ Winking at me? Sol doesn’t say. “What’d you do?”

Kent’s answering huff of laughter is pathetic enough that Sol almost doesn’t hear it over the hum of the car around them and the faint pounding of bass from the front seat. “Uh, I dunno. Something stupid, I guess,” he says softly, and twists his hands together.

For a second, his sleeve shifts up and Sol catches a fast glimpse of a single, deep scar on his left wrist, but he tugs it back down so fast Sol can’t be entirely sure.

There’s a very awkward silence. Sol wonders if Kent knows he’s seen it. Probably not.

“It’s like a twenty minute ride to the station, man,” Sol says, when he doesn’t think he can take it anymore. “Elaborate, dammit.”

Kent winces a little and shifts in his seat, poking at the thin scar on his forehead in a way that seems unconscious. “Uh, not that it’s any of your business, but I— broke up with my girlfriend.”

Sol blinks, and waits for him to go on. He doesn’t.

“What the fuck’s that got to do with you dad?” he asks blankly, and Kent laughs and looks away, really scrubbing at his scar now in a way that looks like it should be painful.

“Uh, well, I say girlfriend but I guess the real word is fiance,” he says, fidgeting, and that pulls Sol right up short again.

“Huh? How old are you, man?”

Kent laughs again, looking everywhere but at Sol’s face. “I’ll be twenty this May,” he mumbles. “Sophie and I grew up together, and I think my father kind of decided I’d marry her when we were, like, nine. Her dad’s a business associate.”

“He what? What year is this?” Sol says blankly. “Who the hell does that?”

“My father does, I guess,” Kent says, and the way he says “father” reminds Sol of things he doesn’t really want to think about. Damn, he’s really going to town on that scar of his. Sol’s surprised he hasn’t just torn it right back open.

“So why’d you break up with her, then?” Sol says, because goddammit that’s enough with the awkward pauses. “Because you’re gay?”

Kent actually splutters at that one, and actually looks Sol in the eye for the first time in the whole damn car ride. He also colors prettily. Sol feels weirdly pleased with himself. “Uh,” Kent says, and then looks away, flushing. “Um… no, actually. Or not… entirely, anyway.” Oh, god, now he’s digging his nails against his scar. “I’m not really sure why I did it, exactly. I think maybe I just wanted— I wanted— “

Sol one hundred person does not mean to dart his hand up and wrap it around Kent’s and after he’s done it his brain catches up with him and they both freeze and sit there stock still for at least ten seconds, Sol’s bandaged fingers all tangled up with Kent’s.

Finally Sol drops their twined-together hands to the tiny space on the seat between his right leg and Kent’s left one, even though half of his brain is screaming at him to let go of the guy’s hand oh god.

“Fucking quit that before you tear your fucking face open, okay? Forget it, I’m sorry I asked.”

Kent is staring down at his hand, which is still trapped beneath Sol’s, and wow, he is red all the way down to his broken collarbone.

Sol stares down at their hands too, and is feeling his own face start to flush when he’s saved by Shawn apparently coughing up one of his lungs. They both jump like they’ve been shot, and Kent snatches his band back before turning to touch Shawn’s shoulder with admirable care.

“Hey, you alright?” Kent asks him, and Shawn, shaking with chest-deep coughs, shakes his head.

“Oh man,” he says faintly. “Dude. I feel like absolute shit right now.”

@joioliviapolaroid I saw the Sephiroth big-bro anon post and thought of this but I got off track?

-Sephiroth gets sent to Wutai. Its basic hand-on recon, since they've had a hard time getting successful double-agents into the populace the normal way, and they need to make sure nothing drastic has changed in the last few months.

-Gets kicked in the face by a small child almost seconds after stepping off the transport vehicle. The foot is so small its like getting hit by a baseball. All in all, he was expecting worse. It will bruise tomorrow.

-The kid is relentless but hes used to dealing with people like Genesis so this is not really that annoying. At least this girl isn't quoting dumbassery at him.

-After a few hours of shoddy traps, make-shift projectiles and being called a 'stupid poopyhead' Sephiroth actually find himself amused by this. He throws a ration at where he knows she is (shes wearing blue and gold and tried hiding in a mostly-dead bush) and she throws back the wrapper with a rock in it with surprising precision, and if Sephiroth didn't have superhuman reflexed he'd probably have a chip in his eyebrow.

-The entire land is just forests and cliffs. Sephiroth is not used to this. He has pleanty of training and knows how to survive, but he has spent the majority of his life in fully-concrete areas. He can understand how this tiny child is so relentless if she has grown here, even if she hasn't been trained (though he doubts she hasn't been given some training...if not, this kid is a genius). He spends more time learning from observing her than he has in formal instruction class. Hes a bit jealous of how small she is, things would be alot easier if he were than short.

-In a moment of distraction she manages to whip him in the face with a tree branch. Sephiroth doesn't blush but his embarassment is apparent. Shes laughing quietly and he should be man, but he knows he probably looks a mess, his once-pristine hair now full of leaves and thorns. He continues his walk, knowing he will just waste time if he tried to preen. Her giggles bubble up every few minutes just looking at him.

-He makes basic camp after an hour and begings removing the mess in his hair. While hes busy she actually manages to get close enough to try and steal his sword. Shes staring at the sword and he swats her away, and she just look so offended he cand actually contain his laughter as she scurries back into the wilderness. He can see her glaring at him through the leaves as he regains his composure.

-When night is upon them he throws a rolled up blanket in her genral direction with another ration. He wishes he had better food than military rations-maybe theres something he can hunt that won't distract from his mission too long. He managed to react in time to catch the opened ration. She just yells ''gross'' and Sephiroth sniffs it and smiles. Its probably way too bitter for a kid. He looks through his pack and pocks out the same type of ration as the first time and sends it flying without even looking. He gets a ''better'' in response and feels way happier than he expected just from that. Its like feeding a stray cat, except the cat wont stop hissing and scratching.

-He manages to wake up before her (he always wakes up before everyone. His system just doesn't work like a normal person. Hes used to it) and manages to forage food in the general area. Good thing about forgests like these is thats there just a whole buncha stuff to harvest if you know whats what.

-He just leaves it in one of the multiuse bowls at the border of his tiny base. He takes his time to organise his pack and by the time hes done the bowl is empty and he picks it up and leaves. He was honestly expecting to be pelted with the berries at least.

-He was right to expect it. He manages to grab all of them in his fest hand and he can her be both awed and frustrated. He throws them back at her and she flails wildly to not get hit. Shes mostly successful, but one hits her right in the jaw and she growls away for a few hours.

-Sephiroth finds himself more worried about her than his survey. He notices a floor pattern disturbance and picks up a rock then throws it a little further  in front. The entire floor there collapses into a pit. ''Oh come on! That was a perfectly good trap you ruined, idiot!'' He smirked like an idiot as he sideskirts the trap and halfway past the hole he gets rammed right in the ribs by a basketball-sized projectile made of bark and stones and fabric. He stumbles and almost fall, but managed not to. His entire jacket and trousers are now covered in mud and dirt. Comes with the job, I guess.

-Shes gone again. He can feel her glare though, but shes definately upped the stealth now. Hes kinda proud, shes already picked up a new strategy against him.

-He manages to hear quiet zoom the arrow and parries it away with his stupidass sword. As he walks forward he gets short a few times until he sees one section of makeshift path. He knows its a trap. He knows its recent and she made it but oh my god hes not backing down from this challenge. He doesn't know why but it feels more important to beat this trial that whatever he was sent here for.

-She somehow set up a constantly-shooting system along the walls. It takes Sephiroth around ten minutes to pass the trial and he now has a bunch of holes in his clothes and even a few scratches on his hands and face. They're relatively minor- hes lucky this kid is just a kid and not an adult with alot more malice. Surprisingly interesting to go through. Probably could have beat it immediately if he just used materia, but that would have ruined the fun.

-He continues his mission though. Its not a pleasure trip, he cant spend all his time playing games. He wishes he could, and that surprises him. Maybe once he gets back he can...he doesnt know, adopt someone maybe? Or be a mentor to some idiot teen back at home base. Angeal has one of those and he seems pretty happy about it, even if he doesnt try to play it cool and complainy most of the time.

-He manages to fulfil his missions goal while dodging more projectiles and traps. When hes leaving he leaves behind all his rations and a paper with ratings for all the traps and attacks. It feels silly but it would feel weird not leaving any feedback. He hopes this kid has a family or something- shes certainly capable of surviving in the wild, but having a family is probably better. Not that Sephiroth knows what a family is like much.

-Angeal is more than surprised that Sephiroth wants to try being a mentor. Not that Sephiroth hasn't taught recruits, all of them had, it was just very out of the blue for him. ''You went on a recon mission and now you want to be someones dad.'' Despite the taunting, Angeal sets it up for him to get someone with potential.

-They give him Reno. Angeal says ''he kinda looks like genesis is you squint'' Sephiroth doesn't even know what to answer him as he watches the redhead unsuccessfully try and flirt with Angeal's protege, Zack. Hes not sure he knew what he was getting into.

okay gonna do the WHOLE march tc challenge in one go lets go boys

R will be in red, M in blue and T in yellow, general stuff in purple

1 - if you could change one thing about your tc, physical or personality-wise, what would it be?

i wish R was kinder ngl, as much as i like to go ooooo hot sexy dominant man, hes kind of like an genuinely scary rude teacher sometimes, i wish he was just Kind Of Strict, he doesnt actually teach me but i hear if youre good and actually try in his class hes nice to you, the other day my actual crush/best friend (like My Age dw) asked him about isomers coz they want to take chemistry a level and he acc got excited and told them abt it :( /pos

I WISH M WAS MY FCUKING TEACHER, bit late now considering its year 11 and i am NOT doing chem a level, ugh hes just so nice i love him sm

with T ngl like i wish she was more considerate about trans stuff, okay so no like, shes not a bad person, just a few times she’s made comments that are, a bit uncomfy like she was like oh i dont get how someone can be a man and a woman which i get coz shes like 40 smth years old but lol </3 we ignoring

2 - are they "your type", or was falling for a person like them completely unexpected?

T is a milf so- /j

as in im not sure, i dont rlly have a Type, so idk for any of them tbh

3 - if they were an ice cream flavor, what would it be?

R - peanut butter ??? is that even a flavour idk

M - Vanilla.

T - salted caramel or like pineapple/mango

4 - imagine you have a whole weekend to spend with your tc. what would you guys do?

i like to fantasise about T like helping me with spanish and being rlly happy at my interest in the language and how good i am at it, but that sounds like a really sad way to spend your weekend,

hmmm, like if we could do anything? ngl it would be so nice just to sit and chat with her, maybe go to a cafe, go on a walk, smth cute like that

for R idk, honestly again just talking, a walk, going to a cafe, maybe going to a shop? just looking at stuff, just the simple things really

for M, im imagining going for a ride in his car, like windows down, the suns setting, music playing, wind blowing our hair about, and again, ik im boring but, just talking about anything and everything yk

5 - what's their biggest talent?

as in T is bilingual which i think is amazing but tbh she IS a spanish teacher, she is spanish but learnt english as her second language, she’s also rlly funny i love her :)))

6 - be honest: would you guys be a power couple or not?

me and T FUCK YEAH

me and M would just be like father and his awkward son we wouldn’t even BE a couple

me and R would be like old couple that argue all the time but at the same time hes very hot, idk i cannot imagine him as anything else than Hot Teacher Man

7 - if they knew about your feelings, would they confront you about it or ignore it?

since none of my feelings are romantic it isn’t as bad here, if T knew about my weird emotional attachment to her she would just be like aww then move on w her life tbh

M again might think it a bit weird i’m so attached to him since weve spoken ONCE but overall would just be like aww cool ig and move on

R would just be disturbed and confused as to why this random lesbian he’s never spoken to has decided he as a man is hot

8 - are they a good singer?

i have never heard any of them sing but i think T would be decent enough to like do some karaoke for fun or sing along to some songs

help i feel like M is kinda bad, yk when someone has one of those voices where you just Feel like they cannot sing

R’s voice is rlly deep so i think he’d be able to sing super low and it would be Sexy

9 - if you could choose an outfit that your tc had to wear every single day, what would it look like?

T has this one rlly nice dress that’s like a white shirt on the top and a long navy blue skirt, i think smth like that

M literally wears a white shirt with dark blue trousers and tie EVERY SINGLE DAY i guess id choose that, id want it to be what my tcs would be comfortable in

R would look rlly hot in a hoodie and jeans ngl, i think we in the tcc have agreed that teachers in casual clothes is somehow hot

10 - are they more academic, artistic, or athletic? what about you?

M is defo academic, on his linkedin that me and my friends found he was saying how he has such a love of learning and loves to know new things 😭😭 /pos

11 - do they inspire you as a person?

no bcos fr T inspires me to like, not be a spanish teacher, coz id rather die than be a teacher, but i’d love to be a tutor and help people with spanish, also as a person she is super funny and kind and it’d be so cool to be like her, and also i want to be fluent in spanish too, not necessarily bcos of her but she’s like a reminder to keep working at it

M kind of inspires me too, in the way that he has such a love of learning and genuinely loves teaching which is amazing and also he is a very kind person from what i know like he always helps students outside of class if they need, whenever the school does charity events he always donates and encourages us to as well if we can, and tbh he’s rlly polite like he always holds the door open for ppl and overall has such a nice approachable vibe, tbh i think i have never met a Man who is a genuine nice person before so i’m a bit in shock /hyp

12 - are they an early riser or a night owl?

OMGGG M once said he always gets up early and prefers to do stuff before work coz that’s when he works best

i dont acc know about R but he definitely SEEMS like a night owl

13 - have you ever made each other angry or upset? if so, how did you reconcile?

no actually, but ngl in my first lesson with R, it wasn’t an actual lesson, he was covering my english lesson for some reason ??? but he shouted at some younger years who had to come in to get smth and i nearly had a panic attack coz i was so scared of him !!!! 😁 /s

tbh i don’t think he was actually that scary but i was already upset and in a bad place mentally that day so i think him shouting rlly loud set me off coz like i was literally shaking and i was writing out my notes 😭😭

14 - do you ever find yourself imitating them, either consciously or unconsciously?

yes i imitate T so muchhh, the way she like gestures and stuff i always do

15 - what do you think their love language is? what's yours?

with T she definitely seems like a Quality Time kind of person

I think M is acts of service or quality time

R would be acts of service, tbh i don’t rlly know what mine is so 💀

16 - have they taught you anything that isn't school related? valuable life lessons, insights on how you feel about yourself, etc?

M has honestly just given me hope that not all cis men are horrible people /hj

17 - what would they have to do to make you lose feelings for them?

be like seriously bigoted, either that or relentlessly give me or my friends sanctions for nothing

18 - are they introverted or extroverted? what about you?

T is definitely extroverted

I think M seems extroverted but in reality is an introvert, either that or hes an ambivert, like yk in the middle

R is an introvert for sure

19 - who's more likely to start rambling about their interests while the other listens?

me. i talk so much. it is embarrassing.

not to my tcs but just in general 🙁

i feel like M would talk for ages tho like rambling about stuff

R maybe as well if it was like explaining smth to me

20 - do you feel guilty about having feelings for your tc?

with T not rlly, it’s just im a bit emotionally attached but don’t feel Bad

same w M really it’s just i think he’s rlly cool

with R i feel SO BAD that ive made this poor man, who’s never interacted with me in his life, my personal victim of my comphet 🙁🙁 ik i cant help my feelings rlly but still

21 - are you insecure about them liking another student more than you?

with T kinda yeah, like i wanna be her favourite ;-;

i kinda am already tbh but ygm?

22 - what kind of hairstyle would you love to see them in?

i like T in all hairstyles but i rlly love when she does half up half down or in a bun but also when her hair is down, tbh her hair looks so good all the time aaaaa shes so pretty

23 - do you think they trust you?

idk, as in, i think T trusts me in the way that, if she left the classroom i wouldnt cause havoc and misbehave, and she knows im not gonna cheat or slack off, and id only be like not trying if i was horribly depressed, but she wouldnt tell her half her life story ygm?

25 - have you ever drawn them or written about them to vent your feelings?

nah this is so embarrassing but this is Teacher Crush Tumblr so idc

// TW ED MENTION //

i have an ed and sometimes i imagine M and/or R having one too to help me feel better, or like them going through similar stuff to me in order to help me cope

26 - how do you feel when you're around them? are you so nervous that you can't concentrate, or do you just feel happy that you get to spend time with them?

with T im just happy coz shes super cool and nice

with R i am a bit terrified tbh but also sometimes i just wanna stare at him but am scared of being caught

with M ngl the few times ive been in a class w him i kinda wanna get his attention,,,, its the crave for male validation *sigh*

29 - have you ever tried to get over them?

tbh none of mine are proper romantic feelings so no <3

30 - if someone nice your age showed up in your life and you caught feelings for them, would you move on from your tc?

i have a crush. who is my age. xe has a girlfriend.

again none of mine are romantic feeling just weird attachment so

BTW I SKIPPED A FEW DAYS COZ LIKE THERE WAS NOTHING TO SAY ALSO I CBA <3333

Attachments Be Damned

Anon request:  Hi, i never requested anything before here on tumblr but I just saw your post and thought I'll write you ☺ I'd love to read some Kingsman / Merlin x recruit reader imagine where they both figure out they are "attracted" to each other (but are not a couple yet) and it’s leading to smut. Of course if you don’t write smut, it doesnt have to be. Thank you in advance and have a wonderful day ☺

A/N: First off, thank you! I love getting requests from you guys! Especially if you’ve never done it before! Second, I am so sorry for how long this took. I’ve been working on this for a little over two weeks... Anyway, this is my first smut, like ever, so I apologize if it’s a bit awkward. I do want to give a shout out to @whirlybirbs though because their Merlin writings give me inspiration and life itself. Go check them out if you don’t already know about them!

Word Count: 1,878

Warning(s): NSFW, swearing

No attachments. That was one of the main rules of Kingsmen that Merlin always remind other agents of. That was until (Y/n) happened. How could he have let this happen? Not only was he breaking one of tenements of Kingsmen, but (Y/n) was younger than him and a recruit to top it all off! If he developed feelings for somebody outside of Kingsmen, he might have been able to shove these feelings into the back of his mind, but no, he had to fall for a recruit.

It wasn’t hard for him to fall for (Y/n). She were an amazing recruit, one of the best in ages! He hated sending them out on each task but she proved to handle each one with no trouble. It was almost time for the last two candidates to perform the last test and he knew it would be unlikely, but he wanted (Y/n) to fail so that he wouldn’t have to deal with seeing her everyday until either one of them retired or died.

Little did he know that (Y/n) felt the same way about him. She knew it was wrong and yet it felt so right. She couldn’t help being drawn to the lanky, Scottish tech wizard. (Y/n) made up her mind three days before the last test. She was going to make a move. If it was her last days at Kingsmen, then they would leave with pleasant memories, and if it wasn’t, well, they had something to pursue while there. No attachment rules be damned!

While walking down the halls of the training facility, (Y/n) was on the lookout for the long-legged Scotsman. She finally found him walking down the third hallway they tried. Scanning the hall for any doors leading to a closet, her eyes locked on a door farther down the hall, and closer to Merlin. She quickened her pace, bringing her closer to the door and to Merlin.

He looked up from his clipboard and saw (Y/n) bearing down on him. He almost did an about face to walk in the other direction to get away so as not to have to deal with his feelings. However, something compelled him to stay his course. As (Y/n) continued to walk briskly towards him, a feeling started to develop in his gut. A feeling that something was going to happen, and he wasn’t wrong. As soon as they crossed paths, (Y/n) opened the door to the closet and pulled Merlin in.

Before he could saying anything, he felt a pair of lips crash onto his. At first, he didn’t know what to do. (Y/n) was in a closet with him, kissing him. (Y/n). Kissing. What the hell is he doing not kissing back?? He dropped the clipboard that was in his hands and placed his hands on (Y/n)’s waist. Her hands were already around his neck as he pulled her flush against his body.

They both pulled away for air. (Y/n) looked up into his eyes. “I have been wanting to do that for ages.”

He looked back at her, shock written across his face. “Really?” (Y/n) nodded her head in a silent response. His look of surprise was quickly replaced by one of lust. “Then I guess you won’t mind if I reciprocate the action.” He quickly threaded one hand into (Y/n)’s hair and placed another on her waist as he feverishly kissed her.

(Y/n) moved closer to him as the kiss grew more and more passionate. She felt something hard push up against her thigh and pulled away the slightest bit. “How long have you been waiting for this, Merlin?” Her voice sultry and low.

He pushed himself harder against her and whispered in her ear, “Long enough. And don’t use my code name. You should be saying the name of the person who you’ve been pining over. Not a name that’s been passed down.” (Y/n)’s breath hitched in her throat as they waited for the name they had so desperately wanted to know. “My name is Hamish, and that’s what you’ll be saying right now.”

She nodded her head and gave a small laugh, “Yes, sir.”

Hamish’s movements stopped. “What did you just say?” (Y/n) gave a laugh but it was quickly cut off when he grabbed her face. “I asked you a question and I expect an answer, recruit. Now what did you say?”

(Y/n) started to stutter out an answer, surprised by his change in demeanor. “Um, yes, sir..?”

He let go of (Y/n)’s face and leaned in again. “Now, where were we?” He pressed his lips to her’s and pressed his hard cock up against her thigh. She moaned into the kiss and ran her hands back up to his neck, pulling him closer. He trailed away from her mouth, starting to leave kisses up and down her neck. The sweet moans that fell from her mouth only drove him further down stopping at her collarbone. He pulled away slight and looked up at her. “Now are you sure you want to do this?”

She looked down at him. “Yes, by god Merlin, yes. Now if we don’t hurry this up, I’m going to be late to my mentor meeting with Gareth.” She tried to pull him back up to kiss him again, but instead found herself being pushed up against the back wall of the closet with a hand pressing up against her already wet center.

“What did I say about that name?” He growled. “Right now, you call me Hamish, is that understood?” She hurriedly nodded as he started to rub at her clit through her slacks. She whimpered as he sped up, giving her the friction she so desired. Soon his hand pulled away and began to trail up to her waistband where he slipped his hand underneath and slowly traced a finger along her folds. “You’re already so wet, love.” He whispered huskily in her ear.

He then proceeded to pull her slacks off as her hands fumbled with his belt and trousers. As she pulled his growing erection free of his boxers she managed to say, “Mer- Hamish, in the back pocket of my slacks there’s a- good god...” Her sentence was cut off by her own moan as Hamish found the sweet spot on her neck and began to bite and suck at it. He pulled away, a nice bruise already starting to form.

He stooped down and started to go through her pockets. He finally got to what he assumed she was talking about and pulled it out of its hiding place. Bringing it up to eye level between them he chuckled, “Were you planning on this, (Y/n)?”

She laughed in return. “Well, I’ve been taught that a Kingsmen agent is always prepared.” She plucked the condom out of his head and ripped open the packaging. As she slid it over his throbbing erection, a small groan fell out of his mouth. “And I was taught by the best.” She gave him a wink.

With their trousers and undergarments forgotten on the floor, they went back to kissing. After a few moments, Hamish’s hands trailed down to her butt and he gently pulled upwards. Understanding what he was trying to communicate she gently leaped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. They pulled away from the passionate kiss and as Hamish lined up to enter her, he looked at her and asked again, “(Y/n), you’re positive you want to do this? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this because I’m in a position of power and you’re scared to say no.”

“Hamish, for the last time, I have wanted this since the moment I met you.” She gently kissed him. “If I didn’t want this, do you think I would have brought a condom?” They both giggled and then Hamish pulled her in close for a kiss as he slid into her. Her moans muffled by the kiss, he waited for her to adjust. Soon she was bucking her hips into his signaling him to move.

He started off slow, gently moving along not want to hurt her. It wasn’t until she started begging that he felt something inside him flip. “H-hamish... Please go faster, for the love of god go f-faster.” Hearing her like this, her voice filled with need and lust, something about how she sounded just made something in his mind take over. He started pounding into her while attacking her neck, making sure to leave marks where nobody else could see them.

As he started going faster, her moans came more often and louder each time. Hamish pulled his mouth away from her neck for a moment to say softly to her, “Quiet love, as much as I love to hear you, someone might hear us. And believe me, neither of us want that.” She nodded her head in silent response and buried her face into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle her moans.

As they continued, her nails pressing through his button down and his mouth attacking every inch of skin he could find, they all the sudden heard a beeping. Merlin slowed his thrusts as (Y/n) pulled her arm from around his neck and saw her watch timer going off. “Oh fuck, that’s my ten minute warning. I have to go soon I don’t know if we can-” She was cut off by a loud moan as Merlin starting pounding into her with reckless abandon.

“Well then I guess I just have to be quick about this don’t I, love?” As he was thrusting into her he brought a hand down to start rubbing quick, hard circles around her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge with every second.

With her head buried in his neck to muffle the moans she was making, she bit down onto his shoulder as she felt her muscles spasm in delight. Hamish was still snapping his hips to hers erratically now, making sure she rode out her high as he reached his. As they both finished, (Y/n) dropped her legs from around him and shakily started to dress her lower half again as Hamish did the same.

“We’ll definitely have to talk about this soon.” He said. “You are still just a recruit. You may not pass the final test.” After everything that just happened between the two of them, he was half tempted to tell her what the final test was and how to pass it.

She gently smiled at him. “I know. But right now, I have a meeting to get to.” She straightened out the last bits of her outfit and proceed to walk to the door, but not before grabbing Hamish and pressing a firm but loving kiss onto his lips

He stood there in for a moment after she left, still in a slight state of shock from what just happened. He finally walked out of the closet and proceeded back to his office. For once, he could not wait for the final test in the recruitment process.

gHANITH PLEASEEEE

yOU’RE THE BEST AAHHH OK

who hogs the duvettanith. you’ll find her in the morning with it wrapped around her, however when she wakes up she’ll always rearrange it so its draping over ghastly too and he’ll wake up for a few seconds to see it and he’ll smile and cuddle her and fall back to sleep again with them both under the covers

who texts/rings to check how their day is goingghASTLY. WITHOUT A DOUBT. i feel as though his average day is a bit less action packed than taniths, so he always has the time to check up on her - and if he doesnt have the time, he MAKES the time (you’ll find tipstaff grumbling about it somewhere)who’s the most creative when it comes to giftsi feel as though ghastly isn’t really into presents much, i mean being 400+ years old i can imagine coming up with presents got a bit old after the first century. and tanith i think on her jobs and journeys comes across like, not ‘gifts’ as such but little knick knacks and thingymabobs that she’ll know ghastly would just LOVE who gets up first in the morningghastly I think has settled into an (unhealthy) routine of going to bed at silly o’clock in the morning after really getting into something he was sewing, but then waking up quite early to start another working day. tanith usually stays up with him, sitting in the back room of his shop with him, both listening to ghastly’s blues playlist while he works, and then both of them going up to bed together at the same time. you wont see her out of bed any time before 9am, though (ghastly always makes her tea in the morning, regardless of whether shes likely to fall back to sleep again and never drink it)who suggests new things in bedyou’d think tanith, being the younger, more experienced one would be bringing new things into the bedroom but my god ghastlys has way more kinks than given credit for and taniths not complaining eitherwho cries at moviesman………… i feel like generally tanith does and as much as she’ll try to hide it ghastly always knowswho gives unprompted massagesTANITH. she’ll come in to the back room of the shop from the kitchen, cup of tea in hand for ghastly, she’ll look at what he’s working on and smile, see that he’s clearly been hunched over it for hours and massage his shoulder muscles. completely unasked for, but ghastly appreciates it all the same. she’ll always peck him on the cheek before leaving toowho fusses over the other when they’re sickghASTLY IS SO OVER TANITH’S HERO COMPLEX. HE DOESNT CARE HOW LONG AND FIERCELY SHE DEFENDS THAT SHE ISNT SICK. HE’LL STILL WRAP HER UP IN BLANKETS AND GIVE HER TEA WITH HONEY IN IT AND MEDICINE AND “STOP BLOODY MOTHERING ME” DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO STOP IT. who gets jealous easiestaight, so like…. i’m gonna struggle to word this but bear with me. (also im really sorry) so like, in mortal coil when erskine is flirting with tanith we clearly see that ghastly got kinda down about it, but i dont think its jealousy?? its more of, whenever someone whos just that much better looking and that much better at everything than ghastly is comes along, ghastly sort of sinks into an instantly hopeless, acceptance and almost numb state and he just sort of gives up at whatever hes talking about, whatever hes doing. because thats just what hes been conditioned to do. 400+ years of constant rejection ALL THE TIME?? hes just learnt that the second someone better comes along, whatever chance he had is gone. the conversation he was having with someone is instantly cut short, and ghastly just doesnt exist anymore. completely invisible. every. time. so i think that rather than getting jealous about it he’s learnt to give up, and i think that it took tanith years to uncondition that response out of him because she’ll never, ever cut him off for someone else, and she’s sure as hell not going anywhere, so?? and everyone can see the transformation too. aight sorry i went on a tangent there but my point is, ghastly doesnt get jealous. tANITH. HOWEVER. MY GOD. when tanith gets jealous she doesnt just get jealous she gets jEALOUS. it takes tanith every ounce of will power not to get snappy defensive and the so, so unnecessary staring-downs. valkyrie never lets it slide and always finds it really, really funny (especially because its so bloody obvious that the jealousy is completely irrational because this is ghastly we’re on about)who has the most embarrassing taste in musicghastly has quite a solid, sensible mature playlist for when hes working or relaxing but tanith is like………….. look its tanith ok who collects something unusualtanith collects thingymabobs from where ever she’s at, but… she sort of leaves them all around the house. the conversations at this point aren’t even questionable anymore. “ghastly don’t suppose you’ve seen my demon-baby tooth anywhere?” “top shelf on the right, next to your brain muncher book.” “aight thanks.”who takes the longest to get readytanith, being brought up as a hidden blade, can be fully awake and ready to kill someone within 0.5 seconds of waking up. she can pull a tank top on, slip on trousers and boots and ready to go within two minutes. ghastly? god no getting ready is no joke he didnt make his own clothes only to look like an uninformed peasant with them on, no. he doesnt joke around when getting ready plzwho is the most tidy and organisedghastly. every bit of thread and fabric is organised by type and then category and then colour and then and then. he’s often found himself glancing up from whatever hes looking at to find tanith gazing at the walls of his shop, almost lost in the fabric - not that he’ll ever tell tanith thatwho gets most excited about the holidaystanith doesnt get batshit crazy but she’s gotten ghastly into celebrating christmas at least a tiny bit, even if it means just taking him out to a bar and taking shots its still fun y’know? better she figures than staying in and working.who is the big spoon/little spoonghastly is absolutely the big spoon, always wrapping his strong arms around tanith, keeping her warm. he tends to tuck his head into the crook of her neck, too. tanith doesnt even try to hide how much she loves itwho gets most competitive when playing games and/or sportstanith which i feel is p obvious we all know how she is when fighting. she has a secret love for board games and WILL NOT. LET. ANYONE. LEAVE WITHOUT FINISHING MONOPOLY. GODDAMN YOU’RE NOT HERE TO BE WEAK AND LEAVE HALF WAY THROUGH OK SHE’S HERE TO RIDE OUT THAT GAME TILL THE VERY ENDwho starts the most arguments….. um. oh man, ok. so like??? look tanith doesnt like authority and ghastly is stubborn as hell and arguments like… idk how to word it, i guess tanith can let an edge creep into her voice when she brings up the fact he is/was an elder and ghastly notices it every time and things get a bit tense and uncomfortable for a while but they let it go every time. i saw a post on here about how ghanith hardly argue and i 100% agree w that tbhwho suggests that they buy a petit was all valkyries fault. bringing back that gigantic german shepherd from america got tanith talking and now she wants a pet because shes fallen in love with this dog and she wants a pet but?? dogs are a lot of work and ghastly and tanith just dont have the lifestyle to take care of one, both of them being busy and flexible in when and how they work. thats when tanith sorta realises that a CAT, HOWEVER, (bECAUSE I’VE SEEN THAT POST SOMEONE DID ABOUT GHASTLY HAVING CATS AND!!!!!!!!!!! 10000% AGREE) would still be a pet of their own but independent enough to be ok with being on their own for periods of time and the cat will find its way into ghastlys work room and surprise him by either rubbing itself against his legs or actually jumping up onto his work space and then climb onto his hunched shoulders while he works. he grumbles about it and complains that theres cat hair everywhere but he wouldnt change it for the world. whenever tanith walks in the cat always greets her and she loves it.what couple traditions they havesteak is Their Thing™. ‘nuff said.what tv shows they watch togetherghastly kept going on about this tv show which tackles everything hes passionate about and it pin points exactly what goes on in work spaces which is pretty much fucking around 90% of the time and he has all of its seasons recorded on his tv recorder which he still hasnt gotten round to watching it all and finally tanith is curious enough to see what this amazing show really is like and she ended up falling in love with brooklyn nine nine really, really fast. and rosa diaz. big crush on rosa diaz from tanith.what other couple they hang out withvaldug naturallyhow they spend time together as a couplesee what I adore about their relationship is that it was p much built on the two of them just being so, so ridiculously comfortable in each others company and talking to each other for hours on end and just sort of being there for each other, and i think that (besides from hardcore sexy times obviously) they love to spend time doing their own things with /each other/. tanith’s found herself getting passionate about ghastlys work because she loves being with him while he does so, with him talking to her about his mother and the war and anything and everything.who made the first movetANITH W THE STEAK im gonna cry brbwho brings flowers homeghastly is a romantic shit but he’s never really had room for flowers amongst all of his delicate fabrics at home, but tanith will always find some from somewhere, even if they are just pretty weeds she picked from the field down the road, and take them home to put into a jug of water to sit on the kitchen window sill. who is the best cookghastly. tHE most domestic to ever domestic. he can cook and he can cook good. tanith can settle for pot noodles but shes thankful for his cooking nonetheless

TL;DR: i really, really need to get out more

This World Is Ours P6 Of ?

REAL LIFE: POST-APOCOLYPSE COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SMUTTY 

Y/N POV:

"yeah we are playing ladies first" he says "and gentelmen just before" I add he just smirks "can't argue with that logic" he says while pulling of his shirt and tossing it away not that it really made any differnce to me "your turn y/n" I then pull my skirt as high as it will go before it's revealing my underwear I can see he's watching me like a hawk but I dont mind becuase I can see on his face he's allready stuggleing as soon as I'm done I just look at him expectently he sits for a little while I presume thinking of what to do next till I speek up "are you gonna do anything or are you allready out of idea's" "no I not out of idea's baby girl" he says in a sly voice crap the voice and that nickname now I'm worried but there was not much else he could do I calm my head and keep my breathing steady so he isnt aware of the fact it's sort of working I think for a second then reaslie exactly what to do "my turn" I say before sliping my hand under my shirt and doing a rather skilled thing as removing my bra without removing my shirt he watched me with wide eye's as I drag the bra out and hold it up then let it fall to the floor as I smirk at him I can see by his face if he's not about to snap it isnt far off he's definatly cracking he has to shut his eyes for a second to calm himself down a bit but before I've really paid any attention boom crap he's done it the troursers are donw ever so slightly and the lines are there and there obvious I can't help but stare and there is nothing I can do now I'm cracking to I can't stand it one more sly word or calling me by that name again and I'm over I even have to choke down a whine that threatens to leap out of my mouth but I sit calmly let out a breath even thoguht it comes out jagged and sharp and he smirks even more obviously knowing full well why "you can give up at any time y/n" he says "not on your life" I say still trying to sound confident but I knew what I was going to do I pick up my bra and cleverly put it back on under my shirt then it's off with the shirt leaving me in just my bra , skirt and underwear but I'm not finished I start twisting and moving my bra around with my hands like I'm fixing it I'm not looking at him but I can hear the almost chocked moan in his thout from here as he stares I just giggle and stick my tonuge out at him like a child but from what I can tell he's to deep I thoguht to respond I can see any second he's over plus he's used up almost every option he had wich is good becuase I'm not sure if theres more I can do not if I can't touch him if I could this would be much easiler but I'm positive if we could touch this game would have been over five seconds after it started then while I was zoned out for one simple second sort of stareing at him he's undoing his trousers peroperly and sliding them down not much but enought to make clear his boxers and his erection I am stareing I wasnt sure it was posible to stare at a boy this much for this long and not get bored how the hell did I sleep in the same room as this boy for months and not even notice what was down there how I dont understand it how when we where seventeen did I see it all and didnt really think about it and now I'm at this point felling any second I'm gonna either smash completly or explode but he's not finished his turn yet I'm almost confused at what I'm seeing the only real way to descripe it would be doing what I was yesterday but to himself and groaning oh god this is one difficult game all of a sudden as soon as he took his hand away from himself I just sat there not sure what I was now gonna do one more word and that was it and right on que as if he could read my mind "your turn baby girl" he says in the slyest voice I have ever heard and yep I'm gone but I can still fake it I sit still a bit bewildered but I can stay I have defiantly snapped the only thing going across my mind was that I needed to get my hands on him and fast I didnt just want him I needed him but I can keep my guard up for long enoguh to end this game my next move would have to be ground breaking something I know would smash him to bits then it hit me fake it I then licked my lips and leaned back on the sofa so my head was on the arm rest I pull my skirt down to the knee lenght it's ment to be then sliped my hand under the waist band of the skirt I'm not going to do anything I'm just going to fake it becuase I know faking it is enoguh I slightly move my rist so it looks like I'm doing something then with supriseing realisum I moan and groun making it obvious what I'm ment to be doing I even arch my back a couple of times opening my mouth and shutting my eyes I can only just see when I open my eyes he's gone I can see it in his face he's gone becuase he can't keep his eyes of me for a second and he can't shut his mouth and I think he's makeing more noice then I am as soon as I think he's had enoguh I remove my hand from my skirt and stay laid back I even pretent to lick my fingers before sitting up slowly leting out a breath I can see it can't take it before I've really got back to how I was before he on top of me he obviosuly jumped onto me laying me back down there hardly and inch between us at all "well I guess that means I win then" I say smriking at him "I guess it does babygirl but this isnt over is it" he say's oh god I pray to god he calls me that forever now but I dont really need to answer I just wrap my arms around his neck as we both pull in for the most passion filled snog in history full of tention neither of us going to take out hands of each other for a second I think even if someone walked in right now we wouldnt stop within a few seconds his hands are on my thighs edgeing closer to you know where I can't take it that game snapped up both theres no stoping us now so I just put my hand to his pants dont even flirt just staright up hand staight there I know he doesnt mind because he's moaning into my mouth as I move my hand  till I break away anoyed at myself he looks down at me a little anoyed I know what he thinks that I'm just going to teaste when I catch my breath "bedroom now" I say between jagged breaths he just smirks and crawls off of me then stands I almost dont have the strengh to but I dont have to within seconds he's picked me up and I'm over his shoulder we're both laughing but before we can reach out bedroom door we can here someone a familiar voice comeing down the corriodr it sounded like his mother he drops me to the floor quickly both of us trying to find away to cover this up before she gets into the flat he quickly does up his pants I run of into our room I mean I'm basicly in my underwear theres no way I'm covering that up I quickly slip on a top and pull my skirt down as far as posible then run back and see lilly Thomas's mother lucky we where heading to our room anyway that would have been difficult to explain if she found us on the sofa she looks at us both I dont think she suspects anything but she doesnt look like she interly belives we werent doing anything "Thomas why dont you have a shirt on" she asks "I uh- just got out the shower mum" he says she looks a bit curious but I'm sure she doesnt think we where doing anything "right okay well put some clothes on you stupid boy, your father will be home in a minuet" she said well thats why she doesnt look very happy "why I thoguht dad was working till next month on a long shift" Thomas replys "he was but we have been called to the watchers I'm not sure why but I'm sure we'll find out so we have to go there in a bit" she explains "and how long will you uh be" he says I can tell from his voice he's obviously fired up and would very much like his mother to leave and leave quickly but I'm in agreement with that to be honest "why" she asks us both "no real reason just currious is all" he answers "well, not that long we both just have to change then head of" she replys "okay"Thomas replys obviously not that happy about it I can tell he would much rather her walk out again and him get his hands back on me again "I'm going for a shower tell your father when he gets here where I am and to change thank you Thomas" she says as she walks of into the bathroom as soon as we hear her lock the door he turns to me and pins me against the wall snogging me again its horrible becuase I know I can't do anything becuase neither of us would like to get caught by his parents it was like a teasting snog becuse we both wanted it could go somewhere we just knew we couldnt it didnt stop us both from letting our hands roam around each other that it untill we hear the door again and we both quickly knock it off and step away from each other as andrwes steps in the door "after noon kids" he says to us both not sure why he's started calling us that recently he looks me up and down then looks to Thomas a little bit confused "uh Thomas quick word in the kitchen" Thomas then nodds and walks of into the kitchen area with his dad but I can still hear them "Thomas have I missed something" his father asks "no,no,no why" Thomas replys quickly "well I dont want to pry but why is one of your shirts and one of her's on the floor by the sofa" andrwes say's I look over crap we didnt think about that but we did the best we could given the time we had to not make it obvious thats what we are doing "I just had a- shower and she had one earlier- and I uh moved the washing basket and they fell out" he answers I will atmit for on the spot that is a good alibi "really yeah okay and uh well I dont know if you think it's obvious or not Thomas but you uh have an erection" his father said to him in a wishper "no-no-no I dont" he stuttered in reply "Thomas it's obvioius do you now mind telling me whats going on" "we were doing somthing and mum walked in" "I thoguht you two went all like that with each other" "that was saturday this is monday big changes have been made" "like?" "like" Thomas said pointing to our bedroom andwers then walked over to our room and looked in the door "oh one bed now for you two then well just for the love of god dont tell your mother , and if I was you I would atleast try to sort that proplem out " "I would but mum turned up" he said walking back over and putting his arm back around me "alright," andwers said "just asking if it was the sofa how far was it" he whispered to us both "second base" I say "oh god definatly dont tell your mother ever even if your very drunk never tell your mother" he says walking of into his room as soon as we both know the doors shut we're at it again in some small ways it was horrible like this to the extent I pull away only seconds into it he looks at me slightly confused "what" "I'm sorry Thomas I can't do this" "what" "I can't do it when I know your parents are here, and I hate this teaser snogging it does nothing in my opinion" "oh but babygirl" he complained "no Thomas I know we're both got snapped in the game but we can't now the moemnts gone" "ow stupid mother" he says to the door of the bathroom "WHAT WAS THAT Thomas" I here his mother shout "nothing mum" he says back