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[muskanbasiccomputerknowladge]

Introduction of Libreoffice cale Spreadsheet लिब्रे ऑफिस कैल्क स्प्रेड शीट का परिचय

दोस्तों,आज आपको मैं लिब्रेऑफिस कैल्क स्प्रेडशीट का परिचय बताउंगी और इसका इस्तेमाल कैसे करना है ये भी सम��ाऊंगी मैं आप स्प्रेडशीट की पूरी जानकारी प्राप्त करें मैं आपको सारी आसान भाषा में बताउंगी ताकि आप सभी को स्प्रेड शीट पर अपना प्रोग्राम बनाने या प्रजेंटेशन बनने में कोई दिक्कत नहीं होगी। कैल्क लिब्रेऑफिस का स्प्रेड शीट प्रोग्राम है यह Microsoft Excel के समान है जो Microsoft Excel का एक आदर्श ओपशन है यह आपको प्रभावी ढंग से अपने डेटा का विश्लेषण और प्रबंधन करने की अनुमति देता है कैल्क इंवेंटरीज, टाइम शीट्स, ग्रेड बुक आदि बनाने के लिए इस्तेमाल किया जाता है Excel की तरह कैल्क, स्प्रेड शीट पर आप डाटा को एंटर एवं एक निश्चित परिणाम पाने के लिए उसे मैनिपुलेट भी कर सकते हैं.

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[mblue-art]

the muse's canvas

may or may not be context for this 😊

[mavlabajuri]

i have a passionate dislike for drawing backgrounds

[skitskatdacat63]

Do not question the logistics of the planetary system :) Also yes, Pluto is a planet TO ME. And I came up w these when I was a lot younger, so don't question them :)

Also idk if this factors into one's choice here, but each planet is ruled by a god(dess.) Maybe I should make a poll about their ruling styles one day lol

I'd say "please reblog" but this is very niche so! But if so, please explain your choice, I'm curious! Or comment

+ examples of some under the cut:

Lol a lot of this is older, don't judge :) And I also don't have ocs from every planet unfortunately </3 hopefully one day!

Mercury:

Venus:

Saturn:

Uranus:

Neptune:

(lol can you tell I have a favorite planet, I think prob at least 50% of my ocs are from here)

Pluto:

Unwanted:

(these are actually my oldest ocs that I still use, and I had to rework them to fit into my au thus: unwanted. Very important lore tbh.)

[vanillashusband]

STILL NO SHIP NAME BUT GRGRHNGBGRGRGRRR *SHAKES HIM AROUND* DOODLES OF US ANYWAY

🧡TAGLIST: @selfshippinglover @sunstar-of-the-north @tulaytullahs @honeycombscereal

[anoras]

so sad how branwen decided to switch to a new sketchbook only days before orin stuck a tadpole in her brain. probably could have answered a lot of questions if it had sketches in it.

[billysgirllol]

doe eyes watching hands carefully, out of natural habit to watch how people will treat her. just in the same way an animal trusts the human kind and once betrayed, no longer confident in any kind of touch. even when it's coming from delicate hands. the preacher and billy taupe had ruined that for her. "i am. i'm okay with all of that and bein' your friend, thanks for askin' darlin'." she replied honestly, smiling softly, letting him move hair off her face before reaching up briefly and giving that hand a squeeze then letting go. finding it hard not to admire his eyes now that she didn't think he was mean. "billy baird. lucy gray bonney. we got b names, that's why it all sounds great." she amusingly smiles, hands returning to her sides as eyes move up on his face once he stands and he's no longer her same height.

"i like it half way sweet." she comes over to help, opening the pantry, "right here, sweetheart. everything's in here." she points inside, laughing a little at all that rummaging and all he had to do was open this door. coffee cups is on the top shelf with the plates and pans and sugar is in a can on the bottom shelf with the coffee. "you got a lot of ear jam stuck cause that ain't what i said. you're just ignorin' the part i said it's alright if you got a crush on your bar woman." she loudly reminds, since he only hears what he wants to apparently. "of course i will. i'm only the best." she gently twirled in confidence, hand pressing to her chest then bowing. "how do you know i stole it? again." a shy look over took her features at the last word and realization he somehow knew. "and alright, i'll eat whatever you make and appreciate every bite. just try to make it quick, okay?" she gently tried to urge, since she really needed to get a start on feeding everybody.

“are you alright, lucy gray?” the cowboy inquires softly, affectionately tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, eager to comfort her now that his hands are no longer bound behind his back. ocean eyes gazing up, studying her features with tender concern as she pulls away from his embrace. he’s already got reasons to suspect that beneath this tough-as-nails, feisty exterior, there’s a much gentler interior, and can’t help but worry about her. learning that your friend is an outlaw can’t possibly be a pleasant experience, and he’s caused her so much stress just this morning. “i mean, with all this? having me here? being friends with me?” he wouldn’t hold it against her if she asked him to leave, and that’s what he’s attempting to communicate. nodding as he silently agrees to never hide anything from her ever again, to always answer her questions honestly, he can’t help but admire her more and more. not many people would like to hear the most horrible truth over a pleasant lie. “it suits you.” lucy gray bonney. it’s all fun and games, but his heart’s already begun to swell, loving the sound of her name and his last name combined. “oh, i hated every second of being billy antrim. if you’d met my stepfather, you’d know why.” but that’s a story for another time, he decides, pushing himself up and off the chair, stretching his long limbs.

“how do you take your coffee?” he glances around the kitchen, figuring he might make himself useful while she’s changing and fix them something to eat. he might not be as good a cook as lucy gray, but scrambling eggs doesn’t take much skill. “or do you prefer tea or…” he’s a little sheepish, going through cabinets to try and learn where all the plates, utensils, pans and other necessities are. “what what? no, i know exactly what i’ve heard. you have a crush on me,” he playfully teases, loving the color that blooms on her tanned skin. he leans against the counter, eyes glint with amusement, a boyish smirk playing on his lips. “lucy gray? will you be my defense attorney until death do us part?” a chuckle escapes him, but his heart still hasn’t stopped swelling, occupying so much room in his chest that he finds it impossible to breathe. butterflies dancing in his belly. she’s so kind to him, so sweet, that he doesn’t even want to think about the day when they’ll have to part ways. maybe he could stay in her closet forever. “there’s nothing to forgive, but you have to stop stealin’ my gun. i’ll get you your own one day, alright?” he promises, deciding he’ll have to get familiar with the area first but there must be some town with a gunsmith an hour or two away from here. “how about you go change and i make us breakfast and then we’ll meet and feed everyone?” what’s another fifteen or twenty minutes? besides, she’s so petite that he can’t help but worry about her — no one should work with an empty stomach and out in the sun, too, but especially not someone who weighs what? ninety pounds?

[stargirlygirl]

when the condom gets stuck in you, so caleb fishes it out

soaked in sweat, you collapse onto the bed with a huff. from behind you, caleb chuckles while his hands pry your thighs apart.

“i gotta clean you up, pips,” he pants.

“mhmm,” you hum as you grab a strewn pillow and snuggle into it. your boyfriend’s blissed-out eyes narrow at the fluffy intruder taking his place.

his voice has an edge to it as he mutters, “be right back.” the mattress hugs your sole figure as you moan softly from the aftershocks of your nth orgasm tonight. the copper sheets rustle, and the bed dips as caleb returns with a damp towel in hand. he wipes up your pussy’s drool, knocking your clit in the process.

“caleb!” you squeal.

he grins, “sorry, honey,” while running the towel over your inner thighs. he then guides you onto your back and cleans your vulva properly. the coolness of the towel is refreshing, a nice contrast to caleb’s hot mouth and even hotter tongue. once he’s satisfied, the colonel starts wiping himself up.

but something’s missing!

he thought his cock was feeling a little too exposed when he was grabbing the towel, but didn’t bother to look down. now that he has, he realises the condom has vanished.

you’re in a daze, mewling quietly as your boyfriend overturns pillows and bunches up the sheets. the pillow is still in your clutch, keeping you safe as you journey back down from your high.

he nudges your leg unintentionally in his frantic search, making you whine, “calebbbb, what’re you doing?” not spotting the condom anywhere, he sucks in a sharp breath.

“pips,” he starts, his usual charisma gone. “the condom came off, and i can’t find it.”

“mhmm,” you sigh, shifting onto your side and adjusting your body to get cosy.

he places a hand on your hips and sways you gently, “pips, did you hear what i just said?”

“mhmm,” you reply. but, in fact, you did not hear him.

“don’t ‘mhmm’ me, baby. i can’t find the condom,” he says, frustrated.

“what?” you grumble tiredly. caleb rolls you onto your back again and pries the pillow from your grasp.

“i said,” he sighs, while chucking it amongst the mess that is his bed. “i can’t find the condom.” you rub your eyes, the worried look on his sweet features blinking into focus as you gaze around you.

“what do you mean you can’t find the condom?” you ask, your breath hitching in sudden panic. your puppy leans over you and cups your face before planting a smooch on your lips.

drawing back, he says in a calmer tone than before, “don’t stress, honey. i’m gonna find it, okay?” you nod with pouty lips, your fingers encircling his wrists.

he continues, “i think it’s still inside of you, baby.” your eyes widen as you stare at him like a deer in headlights.

“what?!” you exclaim, sitting up and shoving him off you. looking down at your pussy, you clench your walls, trying to locate the missing condom. you gaze up at caleb whose eyes are flickering between yours and your coochie.

you ramble, “i can’t feel anything out of the ordinary. are you sure it’s not around here?” he nods earnestly and places his hands on your shoulders.

giving them a light squeeze, he reassures you, “i promise you, honey. i’m gonna fix this.” he pushes you down gently and props your hips up on the same pillow he was glaring at moments ago. you whine as he spreads your legs wide, but before sinking between them, he perks up like a lost pup whose heard its owner’s voice.

“wait,” he says breathily. “let me google it.”

“caleb!” you call. he scrambles over you to grab his phone and starts typing away furiously. clicking on an article, he scrolls to the ‘how to remove a stuck condom’ section.

“okay,” he starts. “relax vaginal muscles. insert one or two fingers. fish out condom using a hook-like motion. try to push the condom out like a baby.”

“caleb,” you groan. setting the phone back down on his bedside table, your boyfriend kisses your forehead before dashing off to the bathroom to wash his hands. coming back, he positions himself between your thighs.

“alright, step one: try to relax,” he instructs, his breath fanning your pussy. your clit twitches as you clench, scared of what’s going to happen next.

“pips,” he says in that warning tone. “i know you’re worried, but you gotta relax and let me help you, okay?” you nod energetically and attempt to still your muscles.

he reminisces, “d’you remember the first time we had sex? you were clenching around me so tight, and i was trying so hard not to cum. honestly, it was like i’d died and gone to heaven—”

“caleb,” you grumble.

“right,” he grins sheepishly. “point is, you were sooooo nervous. but once we got into it, you were fine. this is similar.” you lift your head from your pillow and gaze down at him with a knot in your brow.

“this is not similar,” you ground out.

one hand rubs your hip soothingly as he replies, “it could be.”

you sigh, “baby, please,” as you slump on the bed. the mattress vibrates with your movement as the springs creak.

a few seconds of silence pass before caleb says cheekily, “now that you’re relaxed, we’re gonna move onto step two: mission ‘retrieve the lost condom’.” you groan as you cover your face with your hands.

“colonel xia, reporting for duty. soldier pipsqueak, prepare for insertion of two fingers,” he says in his military voice. you can’t help but laugh, feeling much more at ease as he prods your entrance.

“steady now, soldier. we wouldn’t want any sudden movements to jeopardise our mission, would we?” you shake your head and keep your hips stable as much as you can.

your colonel coos, “good work, soldier pipsqueak.” his long fingers slip in with little resistance. if anything, your gummy walls suck him in, hungry for the kind of pleasure only he can provide. his fingertips slide up your ridges, searching for the lost object.

after a minute or so, he stops.

glancing up at you, caleb grins, “it seems we’ve encountered a foreign object. brace yourself for turbulence, soldier.”

one second.

that’s all he gives you before his fingers start ‘hooking’ the condom. with his free hand, your boyfriend grabs yours and intertwines your fingers.

“now, push,” he commands.

“push?” you sputter.

“like you’re giving birth.”

“i’m not pregnant!” you say exasperated. his eyes sharpen as you feel him nudge your walls.

“you might be, pips, if i don’t get this condom out.” you whimper before following his orders. it’s strange, pushing but trying not to let anything slip out at the same time. this is enough of an accident and an embarrassment for one night, you don’t need another on your hands. well, his hands if you think about it–

“ugh, caleb,” you groan, feeling defeated as his fingers continue fishing around in your hole.

“almost there, soldier. i’ve got a firm hold on our target. just one more push,” he murmurs.

“for love of—” you push again, and finally, caleb’s fingers slide out, the slick, crumpled condom between them.

you sigh, your body melting as he tosses it in the trash bin. climbing up your frame, he peppers kisses all over your face before landing one right on your lips. you moan into his mouth while cupping his jaw, so glad that uncomfortable predicament has been dealt with.

breaking the kiss, ropes of spit connect your lips as your colonel grins all goofy. his sunset eyes twinkle in the warm lamplight, and his hair is ruffled. you giggle and yank him down on top of you. he cries out as your bodies slam together, your nose already nuzzling his neck.

“pips,” he mumbles into your ear.

you exhale, “i’d say that our mission’s complete, wouldn’t you, colonel xia?” he chuckles breathily into your warm skin and inhales your sweaty-sweet scent.

“thanks for trusting me, soldier,” caleb says tenderly while flipping you two around. he grabs the blankets and hikes them over your bodies, all the way up to your chin. then, he rests one hand on your upper back and the other on the back of your head, stroking your hair gently.

you sigh contentedly, “always, baby.” in his loving embrace, you fall asleep while caleb thinks about the plan b he’s going to buy you before you wake up tomorrow morning.

presenting it to you mid-teeth brushing, you spit out the foamy toothpaste and challenge him, “maybe we should try it raw next time?” his self-restraint only lasts until you swallow down the little pill. then, he’s pouncing on you and dragging you back to bed for part two.

embarrassing/gone wrong sex moments m.list full m.list

[beatsandskies]

Exclusive: 5 top secret new MAGIC decks!

I can’t remember if I’ve done the obligatory ADHD outing of myself thing yet, but if you are wondering why I seem to have all of a sudden developed a hyperfixation on something very specific… it could be that. Though this whole project of mine is pretty specific within an absolutely tiny niche so I guess 1) how different is this to my standard operating procedure anyway and 2) this no doubt was…

[snekdood]

gonna be very annoyed if ppl insist on tryna turn all 5 of my dude characters into women when the majority of other characters in my comic already identify as women

[albenyx]

Romance with the Alchemist.

pairing: albedo x reader

warning: not proofread, rough draft, grammatical erroes (i think), wrote this like a year before and continued it on the spot so it's going to be a bit confusing but anw idc i js need to delete these drafts mehn HWIEHDJWJAH.

It began with a cup of tea.

Not yours—his. Albedo had brewed it, left it on the table, and forgotten about it amidst a string of calculations. You passed by, noticed the cup, and without a word, picked it up, warmed it again over the flame, and set it beside him with the gentlest clink.

That was the first data point. He didn’t write it down, but it stayed. He told himself it was curiosity at first.

You behaved unlike the others who visited Dragonspine. You didn’t press him with questions, didn’t ask for favors or boast about surviving the cold. You were…quiet, in your own way. Attentive without demanding. Present without pulling.

A quiet variable that returned, again and again. He found himself measuring time in your visits. Not in hours or days, but in the way the cave brightened when your boots left shallow prints by the door.

Noted. Unspoken.

Albedo’s affection bloomed not like fire, but like frost—slow, creeping, unnoticed until everything beneath was touched by it. He began adding a second chair beside his. “In case Timaeus visits,” he said. But he never offered it to Timaeus. Only to you.

He stored a second blanket in the corner—“for emergencies.” You used it once. After that, it was always folded neatly at arm’s reach from your favorite spot. These weren’t declarations. These were constants. Quiet insertions into his environment that proved your presence was not only expected, but accounted for.

The acceptance came not with a realization, but with a recalibration. One night, after you left with a soft wave and a promise to return “next week, maybe,” he found his mind drifting. Not to your face.

But to your voice, saying “next week.”

To your hand brushing his wrist as you passed something he needed.

To the warmth of your scarf still left behind on the hook.

He stared at it for a long time.

Then, without a word, he hung it next to his coat.

It was in the way he started pacing when your return was delayed. The way his brush hovered above the page, unsure whether to draw the tree outside… or the way he could see your breath on the cold air as you looked at something from the distance.

He never called this feeling to be something possibly like romance or affection, he does not believe he could feel such emotions.

But he stopped testing it. Stopped resisting the instinct to brew tea for two. To write notes in the margin for you to find. To reach for the scarf you gave him even when the cold didn’t bite.

One evening, you fell asleep near the campfire in his lab, book in hand, cheek resting against your arm. The silence was soft, comforting.

Albedo didn’t move you. He sat, watching the snow beyond the entrance, the curl of your fingers against the page. And for the first time, he allowed himself to speak aloud—not to wake you, not to be heard, but simply to let it exist:

“Stay as long as you’d like.”

It was not an invitation.

Not a request.

But it was a hypothesis proven true, quietly, patiently: In a world of shifting truths and elusive formulas, you had become the one constant he never needed to solve—only preserve.

To be honest, the snow never bothered Albedo.

Most avoided Dragonspine unless they had no choice, but not him—and not you, either, much to his quiet surprise the first time you trudged through the thick frost just to bring him a scarf. It was hand-knitted, a little uneven in stitching, dyed a blue that didn’t quite match his usual palette. You apologized for it, babbling that you weren’t sure he’d like it, but—

He took it from your hands, wore it immediately, and didn’t say a word. But he wore it again. And again. Every time you visited. You never noticed the way his gloved hand would linger over the fabric when you left. He made sure of that.

Albedo didn’t love like others did.

There were no grand proclamations. No impulsive touches or clumsy declarations. He didn’t stumble over his feelings or turn crimson at your smile. Instead, he observed you—like an unsolvable equation that he didn’t want to solve too fast.

He remembered the way you liked your tea: a dash of honey, not sugar. So when you visited the lab, a steaming cup always waited near the heat lamp. He noted the books you skimmed in the library, then borrowed them in secret, reading ahead so you could “coincidentally” discuss them together.

He never said the words. But he showed them in ways he knew how—through routines, through precision, through the silence between thoughts where your name lingered like an echo.

One afternoon, you arrived while snowflakes danced lazily outside, clinging to your cloak. “You’re not cold?” you asked, setting down a wrapped lunch you made for the both of you.

“I’m adjusted to this climate,” he answered without looking up, yet he slid a warmer chair closer to the heater for you. “But you should be careful. I noticed your gloves are worn. I’ve… made you a pair.”

You blinked. “You made them?” He nodded. “Woven from wool. Reinforced with wind crystal shards. A minor alchemical enhancement for warmth retention.”

You laughed softly, slipping them on. “They’re perfect.” He turned away too quickly. “I’m glad.” He never said the three words. He didn’t need to. The way he watched you with steady, unwavering eyes—the way he noticed what even you didn’t—said it all.

It wasn’t until much later, when you found an old sketchbook half-buried under his pile of notes, that you truly saw it. Pages and pages of you. Not exact portraits, but impressions—the curve of your hand holding tea, the softness in your gaze when you looked at snow falling outside his window, the tilt of your head when you read aloud.

Each drawing carried a different kind of tenderness. And at the corner of one, written in his delicate script: “Hypothesis: In the presence of [Name], the concept of home shifts. It is no longer a place, but a person.”

When it came to everyone and their thoughts regarding the both of you, Lisa knew first. Of course she did.

You visited the library one afternoon looking for a book Albedo had once mentioned in passing—Floral Properties of Subzero Climates, Vol. II. You didn’t ask for it by name. You simply described the way his voice softened when he last spoke of it.

Lisa smiled, handed it over without a word, and watched you leave with a knowing hum. “That boy…” she murmured. “Head over heels in his own way.

Kaeya noticed when he caught Albedo adjusting his gloves one evening at the tavern. “You’re headed back to Dragonspine, aren’t you?” Kaeya asked. “Say hello to our favorite snow visitor for me.”

Albedo blinked once, the way he did when caught off-guard. “You mean Timaeus?” Kaeya chuckled. “Sure. Timaeus.” But Albedo didn’t argue. He just quietly picked up the satchel with two thermoses inside—one with his usual tea, the other with yours.

He wouldn’t call it affection. But he made sure the one labeled with your initials was sealed better, warmer.

Sucrose found one of your hairpins tucked into the corner of Albedo’s desk. She reached for it absentmindedly, only for Albedo to stop her gently. “That’s not… for use,” he said.

“Oh.” She blinked. “It’s the traveler’s, right?” Albedo didn’t answer. He just took it and placed it into the locked drawer where he kept his most fragile samples. Not because he wanted to hide it—but because things that mattered should be protected.

You never talked about what it meant. When you arrived, you simply sat beside him. Sometimes you read. Sometimes he painted. Sometimes you both just existed in quiet parallel.

But small things kept building up.

The sketchbook left open where he knew you’d peek.

The comment you’d drop about something he made—just enough to make him pause, the corners of his lips curling slightly.

Once, you brought lunch and forgot utensils. Without hesitation, Albedo offered his own.

Two hours later, he was still touching the spot where your fingers had grazed his.

Amber visited one time and caught the two of you mid-conversation—or rather, mid-silence. You were both just sitting, sipping tea, watching the snow fall outside. Nothing romantic, at first glance.

But then Albedo leaned closer, brushing a stray snowflake from your shoulder without breaking eye contact. You didn’t flinch. You smiled, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Amber blinked. “Wait,” she whispered under her breath. “Are they…already dating?”

You weren’t.

Neither of you said anything.

But everyone could see it and they had bet on it. In the way Albedo set aside a space for you in every part of his world. In the way your laugh softened his features in a way no potion or pigment ever could. Still, the words were never spoken.

Not when he adjusted your scarf before you left.

Not when you left him your gloves by mistake and found them cleaned and folded neatly in your bag the next morning.

Not even when he handed you a notebook one day—filled with formulas, sketches, pressed flowers, and on the last page: “Certain variables defy classification. I’ve stopped trying to define what you are to me. I’ve decided instead…to keep you.” There was no name on it. But you knew.

And when you returned the next day, you didn’t say anything either. Just sat beside him like always, eyes shining a little brighter.

And he, ever subtle, simply handed you your cup.

Still warm. Still waiting.

[starsforxavi]

all your firsts

·······•✦ description: In which Xavier hid the fact that he hated hearing about your first kiss or your past relationship, the thoughts of someone else touching you how he wanted to touch you making him clench his jaw. But you can read him like a book... And you know something is up with him...

·······•✦ pairing: virgin!xavier x afab!reader ·······•✦ word count: 10.1k ·······•✦ genre: smut, porn with plot, fluff ·······•✦ general tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, Some spoilers for Xavier's Anecdotes, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Virgin!Xavier, First Time Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Reader-Insert, Creampie, Jealousy, Awkward First Times, just kinda awkward, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Multiple Orgasms, Missionary Position

·······•✦ posted on: ao3

The sun sat low over the buildings, casting a warm orange glow over the group of people who walked down the sidewalk. Laughter echoed through the streets, bars lit up with music already, and cars stuck in traffic as they tried to get home. Footsteps melded together as you all walked in sync, the destination already determined.

“You have to tell me what it was like!” Tara’s voice carried towards your ears, her mouth nearly next to your ear as she tried to speak over the loud music coming from the bars. When she got into the mood to talk about something, she didn’t let it go. So even though you felt Xavier’s hand tighten in your own, you continued, your eyebrows raised as you recalled.

“It wasn’t great. Neither of us knew what we were doing.” You shrugged, internally cringing as you thought back to the moment ages ago. The awkward feeling made you shiver as you walked, and Xavier’s hand had to steady you so you didn’t trip over a crack in the pavement.

“Oh my god, same here! He tried to shove his tongue down my throat.” Tara squealed, some of your coworkers looking back and laughing as you got closer to the restaurant. 

Of course, Tara suggested having dinner with coworkers as a part of a ‘bonding experience’ once a month. While Xavier didn’t really entertain the thought, his soft voice getting ready to decline, you cut him off, insisting that you and he would be tagging along.

“That sounds horrible. Your’s was way worse!” Becoming too caught up in the conversation, your grip on Xavier’s hand loosened, and you leaned closer to her. “Mine missed my lips at first and kissed my cheek… It was cute for how young we were, but not a great first kiss.”

The topic of first kisses spread throughout the group, with people recounting their experiences as they waited in line for the restaurant. Yvonne laughed and talked about her first kiss nearly head-butting her in grade school, and some of the male coworkers blushed, realizing that their first kiss probably went very similar. 

“Mine was just pressing our lips together, and his eyes were wide open!” The image made you double over laughing, Xavier’s hand loosening its grip on yours. He didn’t want to hear it, knowing that other people touched you just as he had or wanted to .

The line got smaller, and people went around telling their stories. By the time the table was ready, Xavier’s palm was drenched in sweat. You could tell he was uncomfortable, his eyes that so often focused on yours now drifting to the street. He lead you to the table, pulling your chair out for you and taking his seat next to you.

If it had been up to him, he would have changed the subject, his stomach turning at every single word he listened to you speak. It wasn’t fair to withdraw his hand from your leg; it was his own foolish brain that had him caught up in the past. He noticed the look you gave him after you all ordered your food, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

The sound of your coworkers talking caught your attention, drawing you away from your efforts to get Xavier’s attention. At times, it was hard for you to get him to look elsewhere; his eyes always focused on you. However, he looked at his plate, organizing the silverware and making sure they all sat in their respective places.

“Xavier?” Your voice pulled him out of his daze, just as it always did. It was often that you found him sleeping in unusual places or zoned out, and your voice always woke him. “Are you okay, baby?”

The sound of the nickname had Xavier’s heart beating rapidly before he thought about who else you called that in the past. It was hard for him to let go of the past; it stuck to him like glue, reminding him of times he wasn’t there for you. More than anything, the past ate at him, causing him to get lost in thoughts many times.

“Hm?” Xavier hummed, smelling the food put out in front of him. It looked delicious, and his stomach rumbled. Fighting Wanderers all day was exhausting, and nothing was better than eating a meal with you. Well, maybe eating a meal with you in the seclusion of your or his apartment. The man nodded, swallowing a bite of his food. “Yeah, I’m okay, just listening to the conversation.” That was a lie. He hadn’t heard one word that was uttered through the group since you sat down. You knew he was lying as well, your eyes narrowing as you nodded. It wasn’t good to argue in front of your coworkers, so you relented, making sure to remember to bring it up later.

“My last relationship ended in a mess,” Tara complained, taking a sip of her drink. Rolling her eyes, she leaned into you, acting like she was fainting. “He had the maturity of an 18-year-old, and I couldn’t handle the jealousy.”

“That sounds terrible. Jealousy is the worst.” You mentioned it in passing, listening to your other coworkers speak about their past. Though Xavier only heard the end of your sentence. Jealousy is the worst. He took a bite of his food, eyes directed towards the plate.

There were times you would notice a bit of jealousy from Xavier, his arm tightening around your waist or eyes narrowing slightly. Even though you hadn’t been dating for too long, you had been friends and work partners longer. It also just happened that you were one of the only people able to read him so well. Almost as if you had seen his expressions for ages.

It wasn’t until the conversation focused on you that you shrugged, taking a bite of food - and giving yourself the opportunity to think - before you answered. Looking around at your few friends, your eyes caught Xavier. He was playing with his food beside you, his breathing shallow.

“Oh, it’s been a while since my last relationship…” You started, feeling Xavier tense up just slightly beside you. It wasn’t something you talked about before, and you could feel how he hung off your every word. “We didn’t end on bad terms, and it wasn’t a long relationship… It just didn’t feel right.”

“So he wasn’t ‘the one’?” Yvonne air-quoted, eyes drifting over to Xavier and how he resembled a statue. Even his fork was frozen on his plate. When you nodded, she laughed, leaning on her hand. Her head flicked quickly to the man sitting next to you, hoping he didn’t notice (he did), eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Do you think you’ve found ‘the one’?”

It was your turn to freeze, and Xavier sensed it. The unusual fluctuation of your heartbeat that he was so in tune with. The way your breath hitched as she finished her sentence. Everyone else was waiting for your answer, but Xavier already knew. The bond you shared spanned across centuries and planets. Of course, you had found the one.

“I… I think so.” Nervousness seeped into your words as you snuck a glance over to Xavier. His jaw was tight, holding back on announcing his undeniable and immortal love for you. You didn’t remember all the other times, but there wasn’t a moment of his life that he didn’t dedicate solely to you. Clearing your throat, you locked eyes with Xavier, your fingers gripping your fork tighter. “I hope so.”

With that, Tara directed her attention to Xavier. He had been quiet, even quieter than he normally was around the office or in conversation. Xavier felt eyes on him, but he didn’t pay attention to them, focusing on your sparkling irises under the restaurant lights. It wasn’t until you shot him a questioning look that he snapped out of it. 

“Huh?” His head tilted, giving Tara a confused look. A giggle fought out of your throat, finding his absentminded staring endearing. He always seemed older than he said, his eyes telling stories from galaxies far away. 

“I said ,” She sighed, not actually upset at Xavier for ignoring her. “We’ve heard from everyone at the table about previous relationships but you! Got any good stories for us?”

Silence fell on the table as everyone leaned forward in anticipation. There was talk among many of your coworkers about Xavier’s personal life. Everyone wanted to know if he was charmed by anyone before you, as he always seemed so preoccupied with being the best Hunter in Linkon.

A soft pink crept on his cheeks for just a moment, quick enough for you to notice it but not for anyone else to say anything. It had been a few seconds before he straightened his back, shrugging nonchalantly.

“I don’t see why any of that matters. The past is the past.” His heart ached to say that because, to him, it wasn’t true. The past was also his present and future, all at the same time. But they wouldn’t understand. “All that matters is who I’m with now.”

As his gaze drifted to you, your skin pebbled with goosebumps. Your relationship was still new, drifting over the line from coworkers to lovers. Yet he looked at you like you were the sun, moon, and stars. Like he saw your face in every constellation and still went out stargazing every night.

“So this is your first relationship?” Tara let out a strangled noise as she asked impatiently, shaking her head at Xavier’s answer. She, more often than not, meant well, but you tried to put a hand on her arm, not wanting to embarrass your boyfriend.

“Yeah.” It was all that needed to be said, sincerity laced in every letter. Some would be embarrassed, but Xavier was neutral. He waited for you, found you, and didn’t intend to let you go. It’s how it always was and how it always will be until he ceases. The stares of your coworkers did nothing to him, his eyes going down to his last bite of food.

“Oh, that’s cute! You get to teach him the ropes.” Yvonne’s eyebrows wiggled as she looked at you. Her teasing expression only made you shrug, picking at the last of your dinner. The outing was winding to a close, and all you wanted to do was go back to your apartment.

After finishing your meal, you laughed, shaking your head. If only they knew how Xavier taught you how to appreciate the little things. How he was unwaveringly dedicated to you to the point that he lost sleep worrying about you. He taught you how to be cared for… Maybe how to be loved, that was up in the air. You hadn’t uttered those words to each other yet.

It was true that you had experienced all the things that he hadn’t in a relationship, but you were playing it slow. Xavier was someone you really cared about, and you felt connected to him on such a deep level that it made your chest ache. If you ruined it by rushing into things, you couldn’t forgive yourself.

As the conversation drifted, waiting for the waiter's check, you looked over at Xavier. He was already staring at you, his mouth tilted in a slight frown. Time slowed down as your eyes met, his nose twitching as if lost in thought. All he could think of was preserving this memory in his head. You always looked beautiful to him, but having your attention, he could positively say that there wasn’t anything better than having you look at him.

When the check came, Xavier grabbed yours in a flash, already grouping his with yours. Since you started dating, there wasn’t a thing that Xavier would let you pay for. He would waste all his money if it meant having more of your time. Money was temporary; time was a gift that might run out at any point.

Xavier pulled your chair out for you, guiding you through the restaurant and to the front. After paying, you bid farewell to your coworkers, all surprisingly going in different directions. With a moment alone, you wrapped your hand around Xavier’s bicep, leaning into his side as you walked to your apartment building.

“Your apartment or mine?” It became a routine, having dinner at one of your apartments before separating for the night and sleeping alone in your beds. There were a few times you took a nap together, loving the way he nuzzled into your chest or wrapped his body around yours. However, you hadn’t extended that stay to the whole night.

“We already had dinner…” You trailed off, looking at him. It was already late, and although tomorrow was an off day for you both, there wasn’t much to do besides go to bed.

“Can we have a snack and watch some TV then?” His simple question was met with silence. The invitation did sound nice, the two of you not getting much time alone lately due to the influx of missions. “I just want to spend more time with you tonight.”

Your grip on his arm faltered as he said that, a smile gracing your lips. You shared the desire for some time together, which tugged at your heart. Most of your recent missions had been solo, and by the time you ate dinner, you were both ready to resign to your own apartments. Xavier just wanted more time .

“How about my apartment, then? I have more snacks at mine than you have at yours.” Your laughter echoed through the streets. Crowds of people outside the bars yelled and screamed, but all Xavier heard was your laugh. 

“Sounds good, honey.” His words dripped with comfort, seeping into your bones. If there was a place you wanted to be, it was wrapped up in his arms. Nothing made you feel safer; it was like you were invincible.

On the elevator ride up to your apartment, you laced your fingers with his. His palm was sweaty, his skin moist, and he tensed up when you held his hand. Softly, he shook his hand away from you, giving you a forced smile. He didn’t want you to see how anxious he was. 

Thoughts of earlier, your descriptions of your first kiss and your last relationship. Xavier couldn’t help his jaw clenching at the way his imagination ran wild. If only he was quicker at finding you… Maybe he would be your first kiss… Maybe he could have had just a little bit more time with you…

The sound of your lock turning broke Xavier from his internal conflict. His eyebrows furrowed as he made his way to your kitchen. From your months of friendship and shorter time of dating,, he knew your apartment well. It also helped that he would often come over for late-night snacks.

Letting him handle the snack, you turned on the TV, setting it to a random channel. It didn’t matter what was on; it wouldn’t be watched anyway. A documentary started, and planets and stars were projected onto the screen. The narrator started speaking about the galaxies, the camera panning to a beautiful graphic of a planet. You were captivated, hearing that it was light years away and would be impossible to reach in someone’s lifetime.

“What are you watching?” Xavier asked, sitting down next to you and setting the chips on the coffee table. As he watched for a moment, he felt his heart ache. Stealing glances over at you, he listened to the narrator speak. The concept of time was something that people struggled to grasp, yet as Xavier listened, it wasn’t so complicated to him. He would spend every waking moment of his life with you. It was that simple.

“Just some space documentary.” You wanted to look over at Xavier, but you were entranced by the sights. It felt as if you were traveling through the stars, sitting in your own spaceship with Xavier next to you. There wasn’t anywhere you couldn’t go and nothing you couldn’t do. 

As you sat together, absentmindedly eating a few chips, Xavier was lost in his thoughts. The documentary didn’t matter to him, his eyes glazing over and jaw clenching. He watched you, imagining another person kissing you, touching you, treating you in ways he wished he could express that he wanted to do. He traveled so far for you, his soul pulled across the cosmos… for you . 

Xavier sat back, head tilted onto the couch. He had to take a second, his mind sabotaging him into thinking about the past. It haunted him—past, present, and future. It all tightened around his neck like a noose, strangling him with the what-ifs and the what-will-be .

Noticing that the man beside you was silent, you looked over. His jaw was clenched again, and his hands were on his stomach. The eyes that normally looked at you with care and affection now looked at the ceiling. There was that look…

“What are you thinking about?” You leaned back, turning your body so you were closer to him. Your hand rested on his chest as you watched him breathe. Slow, methodical breaths like he was asleep, yet his eyes were open. 

The man’s breath hitched, your touch causing his nerves to come alive. He never felt truly alive until he was with you. If you weren't there, he would just immediately fall asleep as soon as he got home from work. You made him want to live.

“You.” Was his response. 

His eyes didn’t drift towards you, not wanting you to see just how vulnerable he was. For you to know just what he did to be with you, he didn’t think he wanted that. He had to be strong, hold you close, and never let go.

“What about me?” Your voice turned to a whisper, the music in the background of the documentary interrupting around the silence. It was comforting, but not as comforting as feeling Xavier’s heartbeat under your hand. 

He hummed, his fingers thrumming on his stomach. Every atom in his body begged to reach out and hold you, pull you into him so that every particle of him connected to every particle of you. His soul was put on this planet to be with yours. He felt that, and he was sure you felt it too.

“I’m… Thinking about earlier.” He tried to be vague, skirting around his jealousy. A low heat settled in his stomach as he thought about it. But the past was the past; he should let go…

“About what I said?” You asked. Even though he tried to hide it, you saw right through him. In the weeks before you started dating, you noticed the looks he gave some of your male coworkers. It wasn’t possessive but rather somewhat cute how you were able to see through him. 

Xavier nodded, a long sigh escaping his lips. It wasn’t that he was jealous - even though he kind of was - it was the fact that he couldn’t get to you in time. He knew he was your person, and knowing you were with others at one point, having to figure out that they weren’t meant for you. If only he found you quicker… You would have been wrapped up in his arms a lot sooner.

“Yeah.” Another one-word answer… His throat betrayed him, his mind racing as he tried to put into words just how much he needed you. Mind, body, and soul. He was bound to you, his soul cursed - or to him, blessed - to find yours over and over. Since he had you, he had to experience you. All of you . 

“Do you want to elaborate?” As your hand started to leave his chest, he grabbed your wrist. Fingers danced up your arm to intertwine with yours. The grip he had on you, like a tether to this world, almost hurt. Weirdly, it was like a weighted blanket the way it comforted you, his warmth radiating from him like a sunset.

He hummed again, his eyes flicking back and forth between imaginary points on the ceiling. Perhaps they were long-lost stars, his vision reaching light-years away to gaze upon them. Xavier imagined you were both sitting on those stars, waving at each other from across galaxies.

“I just…” His voice was less than a whisper, and you had to lean closer to him to hear. “When was your last relationship?”

Xavier’s eyes were still far away, so he couldn’t see the frown on your lips. During dinner, it was obvious he was tense, and you knew that he might carry a bit of jealousy with him. His voice, though, was less jealous and more melancholic.

“Oh.” Silence settled between you for a moment before your thumb began massaging the back of his hand. It was hard to remember the exact date, memories of your time before Linkon came into view. “More than a year ago… Maybe two?” 

He nodded slowly, feeling your eyes on him. It took everything in him not to look at you because he knew he would crack. Biting his lip, he blinked, his hand that grasped yours tingling with electricity. Letting it sink in, he knew he had to be vulnerable. He was always honest with you, honest about his wants and needs. But he also always put you first, taking into consideration your reactions and emotions. If it were up to him, he would erase that person’s existence from this timeline and every other one of the past and future. He couldn’t stand knowing that someone else looked at you in the way he did.

“Okay…” He trailed off, his jaw once again clenching. The image of you under someone, your eyebrows scrunched in pleasure from someone other than him? His blood boiled as it pulsed through his veins. He desired no one other than you; no one would ever fill the empty spaces in his soul quite like you did.

“Jealous?” You smirked, the hand that wasn’t clasped in Xavier’s moving to cup his jaw. The way your thumb rubbed his chin, dangerously close to his lips. It drove him crazy . 

“No.” With a small tug, he pulled you into his lap, his hand disconnecting from yours to rest on your hip. He sat properly on the couch, his head tilting back down so his eyes met with yours for the first time since you got to your apartment. Stars danced in his eyes like lovers sharing a first dance at a wedding. “You’re mine now.”

In the months you’ve been dating, it was the first time he’s used such words: You’re mine . Such possessive words never slipped from his tongue, but it felt right . Yeah, you were his just as he was yours. There was an energy that brought you together, and if you believed in fate, then it was fate that put you there.

“And you’re mine now, too.” You repeated, your legs sitting on either side of his hips. Slowly, your hands moved up his arms to his shoulders. It wasn’t the first time you were in this position, but the tension between you was different. It was a gravitational pull that had you scooting up, your hips hovering over his.

“That’s right, honey.” His eyes shone bright, the moonlight from outside reflecting in his bright blue irises. The hand on your hip hovered, just the light brush of his fingers actually tickling your skin. It both excited and frustrated you at the same time. You wanted him to touch you, and knowing Xavier, the only way he would is if you said it out loud.

“You can touch me, Xav.” Your fingers threaded through his hair, testing the waters, giving him enough time to push you away. God , he would never push you away. If anything, he would pull you closer . Leaning closer, you brushed your nose with his, feeling both of his hands grip your hips more firmly. Your thoughts clouded as you bit your lip. “What you said earlier…”

“Yeah?” It was phrased as a question, his eyebrows raised. The hands-on your hips sat stiff, unmoving. Unsure of his actions, Xavier paused in case he did something wrong.

“Is it true?” The answer seemed obvious, but to hear it from his mouth once more was good enough. Knowing that he hadn’t experienced anything with anyone else was exciting and terrifying. Stuck between happy you would be the only person to watch him get lost in the depths of pleasure but scared that you wouldn’t satisfy him enough.

Xavier’s cheeks sparked pink, his lips twitching as he tried to formulate a response. He wanted to give you more than a one-word answer. You deserved poetry written in your honor, pages upon pages of love declarations from Xavier’s past, present, and future.

“Yes, it’s true.” He nodded, his thumbs slowly massaging above the waistband of your pants. It was a bit awkward, his hands moving like a robot, and you giggled. Wiggling your hips, you felt him through his jeans. A gasp fell from his lips, eyebrows scrunched together. When he spoke, his voice was tight, as if he were trying to force the words out. “I never felt quite as connected to anyone as I do to you.”

His gaze drifted from your eyes to your lips and then back up to your eyes. It was a frantic back-and-forth, and he wanted so badly to just smash his lips onto yours. As each word was spoken into the air, you felt his heart crying out to you. It was true: He has never and will never be connected to anyone else but you. He was your star that would always hang in the sky above, watching down on you.

“I can say the same to you. I thought we were just good mission partners.” Your fingers twirled his hair, recalling the day you met him. How familiar he looked when you saw him for the first time, yet you didn’t know his name. You had never met that man in your life, but why did he look so familiar? “But then I realized that our feelings ran deeper for each other.”

Smiling at him, you pulled back, feeling a sigh from his lips. You were teasing him, depriving him of the one thing he wanted - needed. It was vulnerable to admit those things to him, not wanting to strain your fresh relationship with such deep declarations of your feelings. But it was true.

Your hand moved from the back of his head to his jaw, your thumb running along his jawline. His breath hitched, hands gripping a little tighter at your hips. There were so many things he wanted to do to you, his thoughts catching up to him as he imagined you underneath him. He tried to get your attention, his head leaning closer to connect your lips. When you leaned away from him, you smirked.

“Honey…” His eyes glazed over, and his bottom lip tugged into his mouth. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” You confirmed, leaning into him and letting your thumb move from his jaw to his neck, swiping over his pulse point. A small jump came from the man below you, and you felt him twitch in his pants. Knowing the effect you had on him made you feel powerful, your arms erupting in goosebumps as you put more of your weight on his crotch.

“I’ve never been with anyone before, so there are a lot of firsts I haven’t experienced yet…” He gulped, feeling your weight press into his hips. Slowly, he moved his hands to your lower back, pushing until you were forced to fall onto him. Your noses brushed, eyes wide at his bold move. “Can you be my firsts? I want to experience them all with you. Every little thing.”

Instead of answering him right away, you closed the small distance, pressing your lips to his. Breaths mingled as you traced his bottom lip with your tongue. Just as he always did, he opened his mouth, inviting you in. Your tongues explored each other, mapping out familiar bumps and dips. It was a slow, languid kiss, and if Xavier could stop time at this moment, he would. There was no other place he wished to be but in your arms.

You pulled away a few inches, your eyes flicking between his. Pink blossomed on his cheekbones, his ears hot as he felt the intensity of your gaze. His hands moved back to your hips, but you reached down, grabbing his wrists and bringing them to their previous spot. It was exhilarating, feeling him touch you and press you closer to him.

“Are you sure you want that?” Your touch on his shoulders sparked the fire in him, and the way you guided his hands made him squirm below you. “Every little thing?”

It was a frantic nod of his head as he kissed you again. He grabbed at the back of your shirt, almost like at any moment you would disappear. Your thumbs trailed down to his collarbones, feeling them through his shirt. You wanted to touch every inch of him, listen to his moans, and feel his heartbeat increase as he was overwhelmed by pleasure.

“Yes, I’m sure.” His confirmation was spoken against your lips, need pulsing through him as he kissed you again. “Can we go to your room?”

“Yeah, we c- oh!” As you tried to say yes, Xavier startled you by standing up. His hands held your thighs, biceps flexing as he held you close to him. It was awkward, and he took the slow steps to your bedroom unsure and tentatively. You weren’t too heavy for him; it was just hard for him to navigate when he couldn’t see where he was walking.

“Ow,” Xavier mumbled, a bang coming from beneath you as he kicked a corner of the hallway. Laughing, you buried your face in his neck, kissing the junction between his shoulder and throat. 

“Xavier!” You laughed harder, feeling your back hit your bedroom door. He thought it was already open, but he just walked straight into it. To get back at him, you nipped at his skin, a low groan coming from him as he reached down slowly and turned the doorknob.

“Sorry, sorry.” He repeated, setting you gently on the bed. Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, he looked at you. “Did I hurt you?”

Another small laugh as you shook your head, holding your hand out to him. “No, just startled me. Now come here.”

He obeyed, taking your hand and letting himself be guided to sit on the bed. Seconds felt like centuries as you climbed back into his lap. Your lips ghosted over his neck, and your hands tugged at the hem of his shirt.

For being a Deepspace Hunter, Xavier was quite clumsy sometimes, his arms flailing around as he tried to rid himself of his shirt quickly. Maybe it was just that he so desperately wanted you to touch him, to be bare for you and allow you to drink every inch of him in.

Warm hands pulled you closer, Xavier’s breath heavy as he searched for your lips. Being too excited, he missed once, his lips grazing your cheek before pulling back. He was only stunned for a moment, bringing himself back to reality. Cupping your cheeks, Xavier leaned in properly. A low moan escaped the man below you as he connected your lips. 

Your tongues dance, your noses brushing and bumping together as Xavier became more animalistic. A drop of spit escaped the corner of your mouth, trailing down your chin before falling on Xavier’s heaving chest. As you pulled away, he looked at you, pupils blown wide as he took in the way you looked. Just as desperate and messy as he probably did.

Moving apart gave you the perfect opportunity, your kisses moving from his face to his jaw and then eventually to his neck. Soft gasps came from Xavier as your tongue brushed his skin, your lips leaving wet patches. Slowly, you kissed across his shoulder, treating his body as a map. Each place you kissed was a memory of you. No one else touched him like this, and you were given a blank canvas to create roads and valleys at your leisure.

“Honey…” Xavier moaned, the way you trailed kisses across his body, your hands also running over his muscles. It was all so much . He wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted, thoughts muddling together in one clump in his brain. There was one thing he was certain he craved, though. You . Always you.

“Hmmm.” A hum caused him to groan, his hands falling from your hips and resting on your shoulders. Your voice vibrated through his body as you wrapped your lips around his nipple. The way his fingers gripped your body had his hips rising off the bed slightly.

“Fuck,” It was unfair, Xavier feeling your heat through your shirt. How was it that he was the one stuck underneath you, shirt discarded somewhere on the floor? But as your hand brushed his other unused nipple, he couldn’t actually remember what he was thinking a second earlier. Another expletive was forced from his lips, his thumb brushing against your pulse point.

Not wanting to torture your poor boyfriend, you continued your road. His abdomen was hard, both from pure muscle and the contracting need in him as he bucked his hips up. Each kiss on his skin only forced him further to the edge. If you continued like this, he would have to do laundry tomorrow, his pants and underwear ruined by a premature release.

Yet it was exciting, so Xavier let you continue your path, your tongue dipping in his naval before sucking a mark right next to it. If you were going to make marks, it would be where only he would see them. Fingers gripped your hair, his hands flexing as he felt your teeth nip at the side of his hip.

You followed a small tuft of hair right below his navel, your fingers playing with the button on his pants before finally popping it free. Being impatient, you pulled his pants and underwear down on his thighs just enough to pull his cock out. He was so pretty as you looked up at him. His cheeks were as red as his tip, his chest heaving, and shining kisses trailing around his body.

His cock was pretty, too, curved towards his chest and throbbing under your fingers. Long but not thick, the perfect size to press right against your spongy walls but not stretch you painfully. Shying away from your eyes, Xavier looked away. He couldn’t take it, watching you admire his cock like it was the newest constellation in the sky.

So it came as a surprise to him when he felt your tongue wrapping around his tip and dipping into his slit. Your mouth was warm and wet, and Xavier instinctively chased that, lifting his hips. He moaned when you looked up at him through your lashes, your hand splayed on his thigh as you held him down.

“Behave, baby.” You warned him lightheartedly, knowing he was experiencing it for the first time but not wanting to end up with a bruised throat by the end of it. Xavier’s mouth hung open as he watched you place open-mouth kisses along his length, tongue flicking out to taste his salty precum that had dripped down. His eyes never left yours, wanting to commit the visual to his memory. 

“You look beautiful like this.” His words came out rushed, a low moan following as you wrapped your lips around his tip again. A flush spread from his cheeks to his neck, all the way to his chest. Watching him carefully, a hand still pressed into his hip, you lowered your head. He throbbed in your mouth, his tip just quickly pressing into the back of your throat before you pulled off.

Your other hand slowly jerked him off, seeing the way his eyes moved from your hand to your face. With a sadistic smile, you ran your thumb over his tip, rubbing and pressing into his skin, and you relished in the surprised gasp and hint of a whine from the man below you. With slow, tortuous strokes, you licked a stripe up his cock, sucking at his tip as your hand moved to cup his balls.

Xavier’s hip wiggled, his thighs flexing as he used every ounce of strength to not cum. His thumb smoothed over your forehead, fingers scratching lightly against your scalp as he nearly bit into his bottom lip. His normally calm heartbeat was thrumming against his chest, entranced by how enthusiastic you were to do this to him. Arching your back, he noticed the curve, your ass in the air and thighs clenching.

“No,” Shaking your head, you stroked him slowly. Your tongue poked out to run along your bottom lip, the taste of his salty precum lingering. “ You look beautiful like this.”

Xavier’s fingers strained against the sheets, his abdomen flexing as you watched him. The light dusting of hair right above his cock shone in the overhead lights of your room, a trail leading you to what you needed the most.

“Fuck, can’t do this.” His throat tightened, the shackles in his heart rattling as he took in how ethereal you looked. He gently pulled at your hair, urging you to come back up. “I don’t want to cum right now…”

With a chuckle, you straddled him again, his bare cock now pressed against the seat of your pant fabric. He let out a shaky breath, hands holding your hips as you kissed him. The salty bite of your tongue against his caught him off guard, but it also excited him more. You had tasted him, and now more than ever, he ached to get his own taste test.

“How do you want me? I want to go at your pace.” Your hands played with the hair at the back of his head, and your eyes traced his features. A light blush on his cheeks transitioned to deep red ears . 

After a moment, Xavier looked up at you, his normally bright blue eyes shifting into something a bit darker. Like the sky before a hurricane, the blue darkened into indigo, only adding fuel to the fire ignited in your lower stomach. It took a moment for him to regain his composure, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes struggling to stay open.

In a flash, Xavier sat up, his hands holding your hips as he tried to flip you over seamlessly. However, a soft thud echoed through the room as your head collided with the wall. With wide eyes, Xavier watched you rub the top of your head, and before he could ask if you were okay, you laughed. Grabbing his shoulders, you pulled him down to your lips, kissing the corners as you looked up at him.

“I’m okay.” You fought out between laughs, your body shaking as his lips turned down. Your hand cupped his jaw, forcing him to look at you. The soft smile on your face calmed him down, hands gently stroking your sides. “Don’t worry, Xavier. I’m really okay.”

Memories flashed across his eyes, and he thought of all the hurt he had watched you go through. He couldn’t live with himself if he was the cause of it. With a deep breath, unspoken words were shared, a gentle nod of your head helping spur him on. 

His lips teased your skin, fingers still shaking with worry as they drifted under your shirt. With you laid out on the bed, it was easier for Xavier to tug at your shirt. Nodding, you helped him get rid of the article of clothing. Seeing your bra, he tried to reach out, hands drifting behind you to play with the clasp. His long fingers struggled for a moment, a frustrated sigh coming from him until he finally got it.

Tossing it over his shoulder, his hands held your torso. Thumbs caressed your skin as he sat back. Need clawed at his skin, his whole body frozen. The blue eyes that always looked at you with care and affection held a deep, deep desire that you didn’t know he possessed. Sensing his hesitance, your hands drifted to your pants, playing with the button and fly. A silent question fell from your eyes, and Xavier answered it in his own silence. Yes, please…

“Take them off.” Your eyes drifted to his pants and boxers, still halfway down his thighs. Working at your own clothes, you watched him stand up frantically. Ripping at his pants, his stomach clenched as he stood next to your bed. When you looked back at him, standing there in all his glory, you spread your legs, your clit throbbing. You needed him . “Come here, baby.”

Xavier climbed onto the bed, kneeling between your inviting thighs. He touched you softly, his index finger lightly trailing from your knee up your thigh until he could grab hold of your hip and pull you closer. 

Staring at you, Xavier understood his purpose in life. He always knew he would follow you to the ends of the cosmos. But as he looked into your eyes, your body bare and waiting for him… There wasn’t anything that would get in the way of him loving you. He would follow whatever path you were on like a puppy, his nose trained to your scent.

I should put this in a letter , he thought, realizing that at that moment, letters weren't needed. You were right in front of him, ready to listen to whatever words he spoke. The brush strokes could be painted onto your skin, words embedded in your soul for you to remember for eternity. He had you now.

A minute passed, and your impatience grew fast. Needing his hands on you, his cock in you. His gaze made you shiver, the intensity causing your pussy to clench around nothing. Soft stroking of your stomach made you wiggle in his hold, a low whine coming from the back of your throat.

“Xavier.” You begged, mouth hanging open and a small trail of drool falling from the corner of your lips. Your thoughts were jumbled, only thinking about the way he touched you and how you so desperately needed more . “Please, do something… Touch me, kiss me, fuck me. Anything.”

For once, he wasn’t hesitant; he knew exactly what he wanted… So he leaned down, pressing tentative kisses to the front of your throat before moving to your shoulder. Nipping at your skin, he felt your gasp before he heard it. The path trailed down, kitten licks on your nipple, causing goosebumps on your arms. Your hand threaded through his hair, tugging on the strands, and a moan vibrated through you from Xavier.

Slowly, he migrated lower, his hands on the inside of your thighs and lips nipping at the skin of your stomach before he was where he wanted to be most. His eyes widened, the sight of your dripping pussy right in front of his eyes inviting him for a taste. Gentle rubs from his thumbs on your thighs caused you to sit up on your elbow, your fingers messaging his scalp. Looking a bit lost, you were going to help him but were caught by surprise when he dove in, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

“Oh fuck .” You groaned, meeting his eyes as he pulled away, a dazed grin on his lips as your arousal glistened on his jaw. Just one touch and you were on fire, his hands drifting across all the right places and eyes devouring you whole.

He hummed, his tongue flicking out to collect more of your essence. Only one taste, and he was addicted . He dreamed about this, fantasized about finally seeing you, all of you. It felt like centuries ago when he looked into the depths of your soul, recording his adventures for the day he found you. All he could do was hope for a happy ending.

Your nerves were on end; eyes clouded with lust as you watched your boyfriend grind his hips into the mattress. Diving back in, his tongue traced every part of your pussy. Around your folds, around the hood of your clit, and curiously dipping into your entrance. It felt good , but he was searching for something. He wanted a reaction but wasn’t sure where to look.

“Xavier.” His name coming from your lips snapped him out of it for a moment, his hooded eyes finding yours. Another flick of his tongue collected the remaining juices from the corners of his mouth, and he nodded, waiting for you to continue. Your hands moved down, gliding over your thighs to spread your folds. He watched, entranced, as your fingers gently touched your clit. A sharp gasp ripped in your throat as you bit your lip, trying to show him exactly what to do. “Focus here.”

Nodding like an obedient puppy, the tip of his tongue got closer, your hole clenching as he passed around it. He knew he didn’t get it yet, so he scooted closer, his nose pressing against your pubic bone. With a small flick, he heard you yelp, your hand shooting to his hair to keep him exactly where he was. 

A smirk stretched his lips as he continued his assault. Hands held your thighs open as he devoured you like a man starved. And he was . He had been starved of you for his entire life, his soul partner, the one that completed all the parts he was missing. His brain melted, his head only filled with thoughts of you, spread out for him, begging for him.

“You can… fuck …” Trying to speak, you were preoccupied with the slight pain of Xavier’s fingers bruising your thighs, pleasure coursing through you as he put all his attention on your clit. “You c-can use y-your f-fuck fingers.” 

Immediately, Xavier’s finger was coated in your arousal as it traced your entrance. By his own inexperience or his fear of hurting you, he was slow . The feeling of your walls as his middle finger got up to the first knuckle had him groaning against your clit. Alternating between fast flicks and slow licks to your sensitive nub, he pressed in until he was all the way up to his knuckle. 

Gentle thrusts started as Xavier wiggled his finger inside you. He wanted to feel every inch of your body, inside and out. As slow as the first one, he began inserting his ring finger. Your hole clenched around him each time his tongue ran over your clit, and he imagined how it would feel around his cock. With that image in mind, his hips stuttered against the bed, cock pressed between his stomach and the sheets. He took it slow, knowing if he did as he wanted, there would be an obscene amount of cum pooling under his hips.

His eyes drifted up, watching your face as his lips suctioned around your clit. With a suck, your mouth fell open in a silent scream, hips bucking into his hand and mouth. Accompanied by the slow thrusts of his fingers, you already felt the coil in your lower stomach tightening. In his exploration inside you, he came across a textured patch of skin. He pressed with a hopeless curiosity, and your hips jumped, a long moan wrapping around him.

“Right there, Xav. Fuck .” Groaning, your pussy gripped his fingers as he massaged the spot over and over and over. Each noise that fell from your lips only spurred him further, sucking and licking your nub while he beckoned you closer with his fingers. Loud whines fell from your lips, his own noises muffled and causing even more vibrations on your clit. He was loving it, hips fucking into the mattress a bit quicker. He had to get you there; he needed you to cum for him. 

Each second that passed felt like an eternity, Xavier getting lost inside you as he listened to every moan, felt every clench, and saw every expression on your face. A slow drip of drool twinkled in the light, falling from your mouth to settle on the top of your breast. Your mouth was forced open as your throat vibrated with whines and moans. Your stomach tightened with each small thrust and movement of his fingers, your high ready to shoot you off into space.

“Xav,” You panted, your head tilting forward to lock eyes with him. He looked drunk on your pussy, his face buried in your clit and fingers pumping in and out of you. “I’m close.”

Yes . A low hum vibrated from his lips, his pace becoming erratic and teeth gently grazing against your sensitive nub. Each vibration and stroke of your walls had you gripping his hair, your fingers almost ripping each follicle out one by one.

Hearing your moans quicken, Xavier felt ravenous, his fingers speeding up and pressing even harder into your spot. Each time you clenched around his fingers, he moaned against your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“ Fuck, I’m coming!” His name left your lips like a mantra; eyes screwed shut as he gently guided you through your orgasm. Fascination rolled over his features as he watched you come undone, the sounds you made changing just slightly in pitch, your tight entrance strangling his fingers. Every little thing he noticed, he added to the museum of you inside his brain. 

Pleasure started growing into overstimulation as Xavier tried to continue. He wasn’t sure when to stop, wanting to milk every last second of your release. When your hand gripped his wrist, he blinked, eyes searching yours.

“Too… Much…” You breathed, his fingers slowly pulling out of your pussy and leaving you empty. Xavier brought his fingers up to his lips, his tongue wrapping around his digits as he cleaned himself of your come. Just the sight alone had you ready for another round, eyes rolling in the back of your head as he groaned at the taste.

“Taste so good.” He was in awe. He did that . The glistening slick on his fingers and the way your chest heaved with each breath. Some part of him wished he had filmed it, so that he could go back and watch it over and over and over and over… That was an idea for next time. 

A gentle awkwardness flashed across his features, and he moved up your body, his knees brushing against the back of your thighs. His slim cock pulsed against his abdomen as he looked at you and only you. Kissing you felt natural, so that’s what he did. Pressing his lips against yours you could taste the remnants of your release on his tongue. It turned you on, remembering how he ground his hips into the mattress, enjoying eating you out almost as much as you did.

“How was it?” Xavier asked, pulling away from your lips for just a second to whisper the question into the air. If he kissed you, maybe you wouldn’t notice the small inkling of insecurity that crept into his words.

But you did; you heard the soft rise in his tone as he moaned against your mouth. Teeth knocked together as Xavier pressed against you even more, your noses becoming very familiar as you switched sides back and forth. Your hands on his shoulder and chest stopped him, pushing him back just enough so you could get a good look at him.

A red blush crept back onto his cheeks, his heart beating loudly against your hand. The insistent desire to please you, to wait on you hand and foot like the queen you were, was hard-wired into his heart. He had to make sure he did well because if he didn’t, then there was a lot of practice and research to be done…

A soft laugh brushed against his cheeks as you leaned your forehead against his. Grabbing his hand, you held it to your chest, making him feel the rapid beat of your heart. Your eyes swam in his, watching surprise and satisfaction pass over his features.

“Is that your answer?” You kissed him, softer and more affectionate. All the reassurance and care you could muster was put into the kiss, hoping Xavier could understand. Of course, he could . He knew you probably better than you knew yourself. Even though he had missed the mark a few times, his enthusiasm and long, slender fingers reached places you couldn’t with your own hand.

“Yeah… Yeah.” He panted, his cock brushing against your folds, and he looked down, eyes wide as he watched you clench around nothing. Desperation flashed in his eyes, his hands moving to the backs of your thighs to hold you open for him. “ Fuck … Can I?”

Frantic nods of your head almost caused whiplash, your hands gripping his shoulders. A million ‘yes’s slipped from your lips, your brain caught in a loop as you begged. With a shaky hand, Xavier gripped his cock, his tip brushing against your clit. He wanted to see every reaction, the way you bit your lip as his precum-stained tip traced your folds, dipping slowly inside you before pulling out.

With one particularly loud whine, you grabbed his cock, stroking a few times, and Xavier almost passed out. Grinding into the sheets and his own hand pumping himself was nothing compared to your fingers wrapping around him. He was hypnotized, watching you guide him to your entrance. An impatient gaze waited for him as he looked back at you.

Then he slowly pushed in, and fuck was the stretch bizarre. It had been some time since something that big was teasing your entrance. Each inch of him felt heavenly, your walls melding around every small bump and vein. It was impossible to close your mouth, your head tilted back as words flew from your mind.

The man above you clenched his jaw, feeling his pelvis brush against yours. The tuft of hair at the base of his cock brushed against you, and you looked back at Xavier. He was a mess , his teeth nearly ripping his bottom lip off and sweat tracing the shape of his nose. The veins on his arms pulsed as he held your thighs, keeping you open for him.

“ Fuck .” Xavier cursed, his eyes screwing shut at the crushing pressure he felt inside you. The curve of his cock pressing into that one spot inside you. He had to hold back, his abdomen flexing as he pulled out. The sight of your juices on his cock almost made him cum, but he held on, pressing back into you slowly.

Languid, careful thrusts had you seeing stars, your nails digging into Xavier’s shoulders. The way his cock pressed into you so right, like you were made for each other, was unlike anything you had ever experienced. His breath pushed from his nose; his mouth clamped shut as he tried to focus on not cumming .

“Xav.” Your legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands went to your hips, guiding you to grind onto him. The new angle had your nerves on edge, your eyes blown wide, and staring straight into his soul. “Right there, Xav. You’re doing so well.”

His breath hitched, having to pause his thrusts as he let the words wash over him. Fuck yes, he would do anything to get those words from your mouth again. So he quickened his pace slightly, his face hovering an inch above yours. 

“Am I doing well?” He gasped, his thumb pressing into your skin. Hearing you say it again might have made him cum immediately, so he kissed you, selfishly swallowing your whines. They were his . His to listen to on repeat, his to record and playback when he was away on a solo mission, his to steal all for himself.

“Yes, yes.” You repeated as you disconnected your lips from his, your teeth nipping at his bottom lip, and you struggled to control your legs. “So well, Xav. Fucking me so well.”

That did it. His body stilled, cock twitching and releasing all his pent-up frustrations into your pussy. It was really warm, the feeling spreading through you as you looked at him. His cheeks were even more red than before, his eyes refusing to meet yours. 

“Hey, it’s okay we can cl- fuck .” Your words were cut off by a thrust, Xavier’s hips pistonning into yours. His eyebrows furrowed, his face concentrating. Thoughts were lost to the stars as his thumb began rubbing circles into your clit.

“Need… to make you… fuck … cum…” His words were strangled by overstimulation, your pussy clenching so tight on him that he thought he would lose circulation. But it was he who couldn’t hold it together, and he had to suffer because he needed to see your face overcome with pleasure again.

Long strings of curses fell from his lips as he pushed you further and further, and within a minute (albeit a very long and painful minute), he heard the hitch in your moans. He knew you were close, so he leaned down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth.

“ Fuck , Xavier, I’m-” Your hand gripped tightly in his hair as your legs shook, your orgasm hitting you like a semi. A chest-tightening orgasm pulsed through your veins as you stiffened in his hold. His thumb continued rubbing lazy circles into your sensitive nub, watching your face twist from one of pleasure to one of discomfort after a minute.

Slowly, Xavier pulled out of you, body unceremoniously flopping onto your bed. He watched lazily as you got up to use the bathroom, and he looked at the ceiling. Images of the stars light years away sparked in his eyes, and he imagined bringing you on a journey with him. Maybe he will find out when the next shooting star shower will be and take you to watch it with him.

Hearing the toilet flush, he saw your figure emerge, still naked as you climbed into bed, laying your body on top of his. Silence floated around you for a moment as you drank in the moment, and then you looked up at Xavier, your chin resting on his chest.

“You kept asking how you did but how did I do? How was your first time?” You asked, a gentle smile on your lips as your thumb brushed his skin. It was hard to answer, not being able to put how much it meant to him in words. Perhaps he would write you a letter…

“I think…” He paused, his hand lazily tracing circles into your back. “That it was the best moment of my life, and I’ve lived through a lot. Even though I accidentally came too quick.”

“You still made sure I came, though. And you were amazing at it.” Laughing, you kissed his jaw, kind of enjoying the blush on his cheeks. Maybe you should tease him more.

“Yeah, you were amazing too. And now that I’ve experienced it, I want more.” He confessed, his soft breath against your forehead as he kissed you there. “I want to experience everything with you, honey.”

You lay on his chest, hearing his heartbeat against your ear. The way his arms enveloped you, ready to protect you from the dangers of the world, had your body fully relaxing in his hold. A low hum from your lips was his answer, but your confirmation, with a nod, helped ease his taut nerves.

“That sounds good. Let’s experience everything together, my star boy.” You weren’t sure where the nickname came from, but it felt right. He was your star boy, his light shining down on you and comforting your uneasy soul. Closing your eyes, exhaustion pulled at your body, tugging you deeper and deeper into slumber.

Xavier felt his heart clench, the deep thrumming threatening to burst from his chest. Your star boy . He loved it, and he smiled, kissing the top of your head one more time before relaxing into the pillow.

As you lay in his arms, Xavier felt nostalgia wash over him, remembering similar circumstances. However, this time, you were breathing softly, eyes closed in slumber, and heart beating consistently against his own. You were safe and sound in his arms just as you had been then, but he was sure that you wouldn’t leave him this time.

“Go to sleep, my darling.” He whispered to your already sleeping form, his fingers brushing across your forehead. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

© starsforxavi

[lexirosewrites]

Omega Steve is enamored with Cringe Fail Alpha Eddie and everyone in his life knows it and doesn't understand why.

He's watching Eddie with heart eyes in their one shared class, sighing longingly as Eddie, bites the skin off around his nails and eats it while he ignores the teacher and plans his campaign. He's ignoring his friends' attempts to draw his attention when Eddie gets up on the table to give his semi-regular lunch table rants, almost slipping when he steps in someone's sandwich.

He is hands down the most popular Omega in the school even after he ditches his old friend and becomes Pack Omega to a bunch of puppies and band nerd Robin Buckley. He gets a stupid amount of courting gifts and never says yes to anybody, even a good amount of Betas have tried for his hand. The only Alpha that's never offered is Eddie Munson, and it makes Steve feel crazy.

And Steve knows he could just go over there and ask Eddie if he would be interested in courting, but he wants to be wood! He knows it's silly to way for the Alpha to make an offer but Steve is a romantic at heart and he wants to be wanted.

When Eddie starts dealing in his second senior year and Steve's first, Steve sees this as his chance to finally get close to Eddie organically and flirt a little to show Eddie he's interested. That he only smokes when someone buys for him is irrelevant. He'll buy every day if it means Eddie finally notices him. Robin says he's being a dingus. Steve insists he's a genius.

And so he goes to meet Eddie in the woods. To the average outsider, Eddie's hair is all frizzed out and he's probably worn the same pair of jeans every day this week and is overall a little bit of a rat. Steve Vision, however, only sees an extremely handsome, rugged Alpha seemingly waiting for him in the woods.

"Ah, King Steve. To what do I owe the honor?" It's probably meant as a dig, but it makes Steve preen a little anyway.

"Heard you were dealing now. Couldn't miss my chance to buy from the infamous Eddie Munson." Steve replies as he sits, leaning his head on his palm so he can look up at him from under his lashes. Laying it on a little thick? Maybe. But the way Eddie blushes is worth the cringy move.

With an in, Steve slowly starts inserting himself into Eddie's life more and more. He buys at least once a week, flirting all the while. Eventually, he asks if Eddie would like to meet his kids.

"They love that game, the dungeons one, and I think it would be fun if they all got to play while you ran the plays or whatever."

"Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. I know you know what it's called, but hell yeah lets do it! I'm dying to test my skills on some fresh players."

And of course, the kids love him. Well, Max is less than impressed and while Erica recognized him as an adequate DM, she is firm in her belief that Steve could do better. She's been insistent for the last year that he should be looking for a "real Fabio type" and Eddie Munson doesn't really fit the bill.

The real win of the night, however, is that Eddie brings so much stuff directly from his house that carries his scent. He still wears his scent patch like they all have to in school, which is disappointing, but his notes and books carry a distinct smokey, wet earth smell that nearly makes Steve swoon. He didn't get to see Eddie's reaction to walking into his house, another disappointment, but he just knows they're compatible.

After that, Steve gets himself an invite to Hellfire to watch. He loves seeing Eddie in his element, smiling along when Eddie crows with victory when someone in the party dies because of their own hubris. He stays and hangs out while Eddie cleans up chatting away about their days.

But for as much as Steve puts out all the right signals, and as much as Eddie seems to be flirting back, he hasn't made even a hit of a movement toward courtship. Steve doesn't want to give up, but he's starting to resign himself to the idea that he's just going to have to ask Eddie out himself.

Then one day while Steve is loitering around after Hellfire, an Omega cheerleader walks through the door asking for Eddie. She'd been sent this way by Chrissy Cunningham for some kind of anxiety medication since her mom wouldn't let her get a prescription. Steve's not thrilled by the interruption and is glaring daggers at the poor girl, but Eddie doesn't notice. No, Eddie is too busy breaking Steve's heart.

Eddie is doing all the same things he's done with Steve. All the things that gave Steve hope that Eddie was interested despite his lack of courting attempts. He's leaning in, teasing, hiding behind his hair at the slightest bit of attention. Apparently, those weren't reactions to Steve. That's just how Eddie reacts to any available Omega who looks his way.

Suddenly mortified, Steve jumps off the table he had been so happily perched on not five minutes ago. He grunts out some half-assed excuse and bolts for the door, pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off the humiliating tears.

From then on, he avoids Eddie as much as he can. No more weekly buying appointments. No more sitting in on Hellfire nights. He can't avoid him completely with the kids in the mix, but he keeps his distance as much as possible, too embarrassed and heartbroken to reach back out. He doesn't drop, not with Robin being such a stable Alpha figure in his life, but everyone can tell he's in a funk.

Eddie, meanwhile, has been as enamored with Steve as every other Alpha in Hawkins for years but never figured he would ever look his way in a million years.

When the Omega started appearing in his life, it felt a little like an episode of the Twilight Zone. Like he would wake up and it would all be some crazy dream induced by years of unfulfilled pining.

But Steve never disappeared and Eddie never woke up. Eddie still wasn't convinced that Steve would ever entertain the idea of courtship with him, so he simply didn't put himself in a position to be rejected, no matter what the Corroded Coffin boys said about Steve "blatantly and obviously begging you to court him, dude."

So on and on it went. The more time went on the more Eddie's instincts screamed that the Omega was his and the more Eddie forced himself not to think about it until all of a sudden Steve was just...gone.

Not gone gone of course. He sees him in the hallways and every now and then when Steve comes to pick the kids up from group hangouts that used to involve Steve on default. Robin also seems pissed at him which is its own thing, but Eddie would be lying if he said her glare didn't make him nervous.

He doesn't know what happened, but what he does know is that his chest hurts almost permanently now. He misses Steve like crazy and is determined to make them talk about whatever it is he did to make Steve avoid him.

Now if only he could get him alone...

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Ran out of steam at the end there but in my mind Steve keeps avoiding Eddie with the help of Robin, Max, and Erica while Dustin, El, Will, and Lucas help Eddie. Mike would like for them to never get together, please and thank you.

After a couple of months of successfully avoiding Eddie, Steve decides to take up a beta's offer for a date which makes Eddie more jealous than he ever thought was possible. He's absolutely seething, even if he knows it's irrational to be that mad about an Omega he never had any claim over.

He ends up using the kids to break into Steve's house while he's out on the date to set up a competing date. He's all puffed up and ready to posture against Steve's date when he drops Steve off but instead, Steve walks up the driveway alone, looking defeated.

They argue on the front porch about why Steve has been so absent and eventually, Eddie deflates realizing that he's been hurting Steve with his inability to confront his own feelings.

He shows Steve the date he painstakingly set up for him inside, presenting his first of many courting gifts.

idiot4idiot steddie wins again🥰🥰🥰

[spicymancer]

What was the process like for designing the ActiRangers, their civilian and suited forms? Their suits look so cool, it’s definitely clear you have a lot of familiarity with the genre while also having great ideas on how to innovate and add your own unique elements! Did they go through lots of conceptual iterations, or did they come pretty naturally? Any particular teams that inspired you, like SPD or RPM with their numbered members?

So the Actirangers started out as characters designed for a private little Tokusatsu OC jam I did with some friends! The design I submitted was Pink, (hence why she's kinda the main character of the story)

(Real name and certain background elements redacted for spoiler reasons)

So Pink's suit was the first one designed, hence how she's kinda the most basic of the Rangers. I had just got done watching Birdie Wing and Love After World Domination and thought it would be kinda fun for a golf themed sentai hero.

She was originally going to be ActiRanger 5 before I thought of the "Four/Fore" golf pun.

The rest of the team was then designed from there with each of their sports in mind and some general vibes.

I don't think they went through all that much iteration, though I will say since I tend to draw them in Black and White I sometimes mix up which parts of their suits are their color and which parts are black.

I wanted to give them each some kind of Power Weapon so I stuck to stick sports and also Table Tennis. (I am still weirdly fond of the old Penny Arcade Paint the Line comics)

As far as Power Ranger teams that inspired them, Mighty Morphin' is obviously the biggest inspo. (The Dan Mora run on the Go Go Power Rangers comics is awesome.) Time Force, S.P.D. and RPM were all on my mind as well.

For the Gambit Gang I was struggling to come up with a fun villain theme and eventually figureod out that the enemy to the "Sports" team had to be the "Chess Club". (Insert joke about polycules and board games)

Gray in particular was conceived at this point when I and wanted an Evil Ranger on their side. Chess Knights having a vague horse theme, he obviously had to be Polo! His design draws pretty heavily from Mystic Force's Koragg which is still IMO one of the sickest designs Sentai has ever cooked.

Wow that got a little more long winded than I inteded but I hope y'all enjoyed this little peek behind the curtain of the ActiRanger's development!

Thank you all for enjoying my silly OC comics and doodles!

[drfruitcake]

That Old Man

Michael Robinavitch x F!Resident!Reader

Rating: Explicit/MDNI (language and smut) Word count: ~3,500 Tags: reader insert, no use of y/n, female reader, smut, explicit sexual content, newly established relationship, slight age gap (29F and 54 M), car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, p in v sex, no beta

Summary: You began dating Dr. Robby a few weeks ago and now it's time to introduce him to your friends, who know nothing about him beyond your age gap. They quickly learn he's definitely not "some old man."

Notes: Literally just a random dose of smut. Reader is a 29-year-old ob/gyn resident.

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

Pittsburgh is a perfect 72 degrees today. It’s a welcome relief from the spring chill, which had been getting old. Now, the early June skies were clear and bright, begging you to put on your favorite sundress.

“I’m so over this song,” your friend Jen groaned as Sports Car began blasting from the speakers. You nodded in agreement, reaching for a sip of your beer.

“Do you even know this song?” your other friend Aya teased you.

“It’s Tate McRae,” you said indignantly. 

“Wow, I’m impressed,” Aya mused as the rest of your friend group laughed. “I thought maybe you only listen to old man music now.”

“Stop,” you groaned in annoyance. 

“We’re only joking,” Aya said, smiling at you with sincere eyes. 

“I’m beginning to regret this,” you muttered.

“Oh, stop,” Jen pleaded. “You know we’re all happy for you, and we can’t wait to meet him.”

“You can’t wait to ask him about his AARP benefits,” you quipped, drawing a laugh.

“It’s not our fault you’re fucking an old man,” Aya teased.

“He’s 54!” you exclaimed incredulously, though you’d already made this point to your friends several times in the last few weeks. “You guys act like he’s on his death bed in a nursing home or something.”

“He’s technically old enough to be your dad,” your friend Sara noted. “Like, he and your dad are only a few years apart. Isn’t that weird?”

“No,” you said firmly. “Because I’m not dating my dad. I’m dating a perfectly normal and healthy man, and I would appreciate it if you guys would act that way when he gets here.”

“Okay, okay,” Aya laughed. “We promise no old man jokes to his face.”

You rolled your eyes and returned to your beer, your eyes scanning the festival grounds as the conversation shifted to Aya’s new car.

You and your friends were seated at a long picnic table, enjoying a Saturday evening at one of Pittsburgh’s annual summer festivals. You were on your third round of drinks, the next live music act was prepping the stage, and your boyfriend, Michael, was supposed to join you after his ER shift. He was meeting your friends for the first time and you were excited, but unsure of what to expect.

You first met Michael a few years ago, the first time you ventured into the emergency department of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center during your internship. Now in the fourth year of your ob/gyn residency, you’d gotten to know Michael throughout the years, though you had never expected to end up in a relationship with him.

He was more than two decades older than you, but you were drawn to each other. You liked that he was straightforward and secure. He liked that you brought a lightness to him. Michael needed someone to ground him when life felt unfair; you needed to feel needed.

But when you told your friends you were dating the 54-year-old senior attending of the ER, they all stared at you with shocked, judgmental eyes. That all started nearly three months ago, when a particularly rough day at work led you to the bar down the block from the hospital. Michael, who had also had a shitty day, showed up unexpectedly as well, and the two of you swapped your horror stories. By the end of the night, your crush on Michael had snowballed into feelings you could no longer mask and you ended up straddling him on his own couch.

Since then, you and Michael slipped into a cozy relationship. Your mutual friends and colleagues weren’t surprised – a small group of ER staff even had a betting pool going – and they all seemed genuinely supportive. But your girlfriends had questions. And while they were supportive, they also begged you to meet Michael. You hadn’t even shown them a photo of him, your Instagram feed going quiet once you started dating him. 

The departure from the norms of modern dating was freeing. No pressured social media posts with your relationship on display, no texting games, and the only reason you ever needed to track Michael’s phone location was because he had a bad habit of leaving it in random places. Michael was a man in all the ways you needed him to be – he spoke like one, he fucked like one and he carried himself like one – but you never found yourself questioning his values or his respect for you.

Finally, you agreed to let your friends meet Michael today. You hoped they’d back off on the old man remarks, though truthfully, you didn’t care. You simply wanted them to see Michael the way you did – an attractive man who you respected, admired and adored.

The buzz of your phone on the table pulled your attention. 

On my way, see you in 10, a message from Michael said. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, excited to see him.

“Ooh, she’s smiling!” Aya cooed at you. “It must be a text from that old man!”

You shot your friends another eye roll. “He’s on his way,” you informed them. “So please, I beg of you, be nice.”

“Oh, come on,” Jen said. “You know we’re just kidding, right? Of course we’ll be nice.”

“Yes, we’ll be on our best behavior. Gotta respect the elderly,” Aya joked. 

“Does he have a curfew?” Sara chimed in. “You know, at the nursing home?”

“What time do you need to remind him to take his Viagra?” your friend Maddie added. The group burst into laughter and you merely smiled and shook your head.

“You guys are assholes,” you laughed. “He’s 54, not some dementia-ridden senior citizen. And he does not take Viagra. He doesn't need it.”

“Okay okay, point made,” Maddie said. “Obviously the sex must be good. Why else would you be with someone on the brink of a retirement home?”

“Hey now, I actually like him!” you insisted. “The sex is only part of it.”

“But is it good?”

You failed to suppress a smirk, despite your annoyance with your friends. “Best I ever had,” you said simply.

“And you’re like, genuinely attracted to him?” Sara asked honestly.

“Yes!” you sighed, your annoyance flaring. “Why is it so hard to believe I’m attracted to a 54-year-old? Maddie’s in love with Pedro Pascal and he’s like, 50.”

“But Pedro Pascal is an actor. It’s like his job to be attractive,” Aya said. “He’s not just some guy.”

“It just seems like quite a change from your usual type,” Sara cut in, in an attempt to smooth the conversation.

“That’s exactly the point,” you said. “I’m tired of wasting time with these cokeheads and non-committal assholes. Michael’s too mature and smart for any of that bullshit. He's good to me... and good in bed.”

“But why isn’t he married? If he’s so great, why hasn’t someone locked him down by now?” Aya asked.

“He’s… had some emotional baggage,” you admitted carefully. “Dating as a doctor is hard, especially when you have a schedule like his, working in the ER. It’s hard for people to understand until they’ve lived it. And it’s hard to do that job without suffering some mental health consequences.”

“But he’s not like, unstable, is he?” Jen asked.

“No.” You spoke with confidence and assurance. “He’s working on it. He had a breakdown about a year ago after the PittFest incident but he’s been in therapy. He just needed better support. He’s a good person, guys. He just needed help. Most of us working in medicine do. It's rough out there.”

The table fell quiet as your friends mulled over your words, the weight of your boyfriend’s work sinking in. Aya and Maddie had been at PittFest and seen the horrors that day, but they’d never considered how much of it had made its way into the halls of the hospital.

You drummed your fingers anxiously over the tabletop. Despite all the teasing and banter, you really did want your friends to approve of your boyfriend. And you wanted Michael to get along with them, though he wasn’t the one you were worried about.

You knew your friends had their concerns. After all, you’d spent six years of your life in a previous relationship that ended in a broken engagement and months of therapy. Your friends were excited to see you happy again, but they were also looking out for you.

But Michael was different, as cliche as it sounded. He took the guesswork out of a relationship, but he wasn’t boring. He made you feel safe and secure, but he also allowed you to exist as your 29-year-old self. He didn’t hold his age over you or infantilize you. He wasn’t trying to change you, tame you or turn you into someone he wanted you to be. 

When you finally spotted Michael, his eyes scanning the rows of tables for you, you smirked to yourself. He was wearing his favorite pair of sunglasses and a green button-down shirt – one that was just a little too snug in the sleeves. He looked good.

You waved him over and felt your heart leap as his eyes settled on you, warming as they filled with recognition. 

“Hey you,” he said as you rose to your feet so he could lean in to kiss you, his hand pressing gently into the small of your back.

“Everyone, this is Michael,” you said, your eyes sweeping over your friends to assess their reactions. You bit back a snort. Aya was staring at Michael with wide eyes while Sara and Maddie swapped a surprised glance. Jen was grinning stupidly. “Michael, this is Aya, Sara, Jen and Maddie.”

“It’s good to meet you all. I've heard a lot about you,” Michael said as your friends took turns shaking his hand. He took the seat next to you and smiled at you as he eyed your sundress. “You look nice.”

“Thanks. How was your shift?”

“It was alright. Busy, but nothing too eventful. Night shift’s probably going to get slammed. Summer nights like this bring out the worst in everyone.”

Your friends eyed you curiously, as if they were analyzing your interaction. While you wanted nothing more than to spend some time getting lost in Michael, you returned your attention to them. 

Michael, of course, aced their tests. They peppered him with questions and bantered with him until it was clear he wasn’t some old creep looking to take advantage of a younger woman. He charmed them with his insightful wisdom, biting sarcasm and personable interactions. 

When he got up to buy the next round of drinks for everyone, your friends leaned in closer.

“Okay, I take back all of my mean jokes,” Aya said. “That old man is hot.”

“Can you please stop referring to him as that old man?” you chided. “Now that you’ve met him, the least you can do is call him by his actual name.”

“You didn’t tell us he was that hot,” Sara cut in.

“Yes I did!” you exclaimed with a laugh. “I literally told you guys when we first started dating.”

“But he’s like, actually hot,” Jen said. 

“It’s not my fault you guys didn’t believe me.”

“Okay, that’s fair. But does he have a brother?”

“No.”

“Well, are there any other hot old doctors you work with?”

Your lips thinned in an attempt to conceal a smirk. You knew your friends would lose their minds over Jack Abbot, but he was currently dating your friend Samira Mohan.

“Oh, so now you all want to date an old man,” you teased.

“If they’re like yours, yes,” Maddie said.

“Maddie, you have a man,” you noted.

“That’s not the point.”

“Really, though, he’s great,” Sara interjected seriously. “We’re sorry for doubting you.”

“Do you guys actually think he’s great, or just fuckable?”

“He’s great,” Aya agreed. “He’s funny and chill.”

“But he has a warmth to him,” Sara added. "Kind of a dad energy, but not cringe."

“Definitely fuckable,” Maddie said.

“Definitely DILF vibes. Does he have kids?”

“No.”

“Even better.”

When Michael reappeared with an armload of beer and seltzer cans, he set them down on the table and remained standing.

“I’m going to grab some food,” he said. “Can I get you ladies anything?”

Your friends all shook their heads and you rose to your feet. “I’ll come with you,” you said, offering your friends a smug smile as Michael led you away from them.

“Well,” you said once you were out of earshot. “What do you think?”

“I think you wore that dress to drive me insane.”

“About my friends,” you laughed, clinging to Michael’s arm. “What do you think?”

“They seem nice,” he said simply. “The blonde one – the one who’s in marketing – she’s a lot like you.”

“She is,” you agreed. “We were roommates my first year at Penn and we’ve been close ever since.”

“Well, hopefully they don’t think I’m too old to hang out with,” Michael continued. You swiveled your head to look at him pointedly.

“You are not old,” you chided. “And my friends all agree, the important thing is that we’re happy.”

“Oh, so you’re happy?” Michael teased as he hooked an arm around your waist.

“Are you?”

“How could I not be when you’re wearing a dress like that?” he murmured in your ear. You paused in your tracks to slip your arms around his waist, tilting your head back to smile up at him.

“Perhaps I’ll show you just how happy I am,” you purred. Michael lifted an eyebrow at you, clearly intrigued and clearly no longer hungry – for food, at least. You tugged at his arm to lead him away from the crowds of festivalgoers and food lines until you reached the parking lot.

“Oh no,” Michael laughed with a shake of his head, realization striking him as you approached your SUV and hit the remote start. “No way. I’m too old for that.”

“I thought we just established that you’re not old.”

“That was before you wanted me to climb into your backseat like some kind of horny teenager.”

“You’re never too old for this. You’re only as old as you feel,” you challenged, locking eyes with Michael as you backed yourself up against the car, tugging the front of his shirt until he was pinning you against the hot metal. “How do you feel?”

Michael swallowed, his eyes clearly conceding defeat. “I definitely don’t feel old now.”

“That’s what I thought.”

You fumbled with your key fob to unlock the car and climbed into the backseat, Michael following after you. The air was hot, punctuated by the air conditioning blasting from the vents, and the seats were scalding from hours in the sun. You might have noticed the way they seared the backs of your thighs had the burning between them not been hotter.

“This is ridiculous,” Michael laughed as you crawled on top of him to straddle his lap, your thighs flanking him as his hands found the small of your back. “But you look too good to resist.” He snaked one finger through the strap of your dress until it fell from your shoulder, exposing the swell of your left breast. The other quickly followed. “I thought about you all day,” Michael murmured as his eyes hungrily roamed your chest.

“Right back at you,” you purred, shifting in his lap until you could feel his erection pressing beneath your ass. Michael groaned at the friction. His fingertips grazed up your thighs beneath the hem of your dress, stroking slow patterns back-and-forth over your hot flesh as you leaned in to kiss him with slow lips.

Michael hummed into the kiss as you rocked your hips, your own moaning threatening to escape. You shifted backward until your back pressed against the back of the driver’s seat to make room for yourself to unbuckle Michael’s belt. Once you had his jeans unzipped, you fished his cock from them and gave it a stroke. Michael hissed, his head tilting back against the headrest as he welcomed the feeling of your hand around him.

Michael’s own hand returned beneath your dress, two fingers dragging against your wet panties. It forced a sharp exhale from your nostrils as your arousal surged. Michael’s fingers nudged their way into the soaked fabric and pulled against your folds. They dabbed inside you until you were clenching yourself around them, desperate for more.

“You really were thinking about me all day, weren’t you?” Michael growled when he pulled his hand away, leaving you whining at its absence. He sucked his fingers and smirked at you.

Your patience fizzled and you shifted again, your dress hiked up around your waist as you pulled your panties to the side to allow him access. You lowered yourself with a low whimper as you impaled yourself on Michael’s cock, sinking slowly as your walls stretched for him. You held his gaze as you did so, your eyes locked in a mutual blaze that crackled the air around you.

“Jesus Christ,” Michael groaned through gritted teeth. He squeezed your hips hard in an attempt to maintain restraint while you slowly – too slowly – lowered yourself, despite his desperate urge to drive himself fully inside you immediately with a swift thrust of his hips. His jaw tightened as you took your time until you suddenly dropped the remainder of the way in a swift motion. The tension in his jaw released as he let out a grunt, the pressure shifting to his fingers as they pressed into the flesh of your waist over the tight heat compressing his cock.

Perhaps it was the angle, or the cramped back seat, but Michael couldn’t help but swear that you felt particularly tight that day. It was dizzying as you moved above him, your hips lifting and falling until you found a rhythm that had you both breathing heavily.

Michael’s hands returned beneath your dress to grab your ass, clenching your plump skin with every motion. You rocked harder, desperate to achieve your release as you buried your face in his shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Michael hissed. You slammed your hips downward in response.

“Still feeling too old?” you teased, your eyes shining with mischief. 

“Don’t provoke me,” Michael warned. You flashed your canines at him and before you could rock your hips for emphasis, he had you pinned flat on your back. You yelped in surprise at the swift change in position, but Michael was already burying his cock inside you again.

“Not so old now, huh?” he teased, pressing a thumb against your clit to prove his point. You gasped as it set your nerve endings ablaze. Michael offered a facetious chuckle. “That’s what I thought.”

He shifted to rest back on his heels, his hands pulling your hips toward him for a better view of his cock disappearing inside your cunt. 

He snapped his hips forward, his cock prodding your core. He waited until your moans filled the car, only rivaled by the whoosh of the air conditioning from the vents, before he drove upward. He set a steady pace as his cock dragged through your walls repeatedly until they threatened to quiver.

“Michael, please,” you breathed.

Had it been any typical day or setting, Michael might have continued to tease you. At the very least, he’d prolong this. But the close confines of the car, the stifling heat, and the vision of you splayed out before him was making it impossible for Michael to want anything other than the feeling of you falling apart beneath him.

Your knees were damn near at your ears as he drove into you, knocking the air from your lungs and the final threads of tension from your walls. You unleashed a shrill wail and your back arched as you spasmed hard around Michael’s cock, your chest heaving as he fucked you through it. 

He swore at the sensation as the heat in his stomach ignited, triggering his own climax. 

“Fucking shit,” he stuttered, his hands holding your hips flush with his as he emptied himself inside you. It left him panting, one arm flung over the back of the seat as he caught his breath, peering down at you as you returned his gaze with a satisfied smirk. He smirked back, knowing damn well you’d be feeling the remnants of his release running down your thighs the remainder of the evening.

“We should get back to my friends,” you said as you straightened upward to adjust the straps of your dress. Michael nodded in agreement and climbed out of the car before offering a hand to help you.

“So, think your friends approve of me?” he asked as you walked back toward the festival.

“They asked if you have any friends or a brother to hook them up with,” you laughed.

“Oh? I thought they said I was too old for you.”

“That was before they met you. I think they see my vision now.”

“Your vision?”

“Mmhmm,” you answered as you neared your table of friends, who were eyeing you suspiciously. “You know, a hot old man who’s still able to climb into a back seat.”

[ssahotchnerr]

jealous!Aaron would be super interesting in a situation where the reader has a meeting with an agent that has vibes similar to him and Kate Joyner (Whoever the reader meets kinda resembles and ex or maybe even Aaron himself and they're oddly friendly 🤭)

the one

OMG cw; bau!reader, jealous!aaron, aaron's petty (and a bit insecure), established relationship (and a healthy one at that <333), vague allusions to sex, fluff wc; 1.8k

"your team will be stationed here." the chief of police led you, aaron and jj into one of the conference rooms, complete with a large table, vast seating and numerous bulletin boards. "our head detective will be in to assist you shortly."

"thank you." once he had exited, aaron exhaled a breath - more so a let's get this show on the road, "alright, let's get settled."

jj began unpacking the evidence from the boxes collected so far, as aaron and yourself hung up photos; crime scene as well as images of the victims so far.

as promised, the door soon opened, allowing the noise of the precinct to drift in. it ended as abruptly as it had started, the door clicking shut.

"mornin', i'm detective parker." you heard from behind you, the name and voice strangely familiar, causing you to slow. "it's real nice of y'all to come all this way to help us out."

jj introduced herself, and then aaron, but no introduction was needed on your end; you turned and your eyes connected with the voice, both of you recognizing each other instantly.

"no way!" you grinned, moving forward and bypassing a handshake for a hug. he reciprocated your energy, exclaiming your name as he embraced you just as tightly.

aaron immediately stiffened, and jj was equally taken aback, studying the man. the first noticeable thing, the resemblance. the dark hair, dark eyes, tall frame...

while aaron began to seethe, and jj took the initiative to vocalize what they both were wondering - she had also noted the vein beginning to bulge in his neck. "the two of you know each other?"

"we worked together back in the tuscon field office." you explained, turning back to parker with a smile. "that was what, three, four years ago?"

"has it been? doesn't feel like it." he released a hearty laugh. "look at you, you haven't changed a bit. you look good, and i mean real good."

a swarm of jealous heat filled aaron's body, and only grew as you and parker began chattering away like lifelong best friends.

eager to draw it to a close, he cleared his throat, loudly. it regained both your attention, and cut your small reunion short.

"huh, a bau profiler," parker said as he sobered down, his smile lingering as he gazed at you. "who would've thought."

jj inserted herself into the conversation again, intrigued yet perplexed. "so the two of you were close, then."

aaron refrained - with a large amount of effort - from physically rolling his eyes. clearly. he opened a file, solely to maintain his composure.

"oh, absolutely," parker answered for the both of you, while also throwing an arm around your shoulder. "there was one time we-"

"fascinating." aaron deadpanned as he interrupted, closing the file in hand, rather aggressively as it produced a quaint slap. his eyes rose and studied the agent's arm placement for a few, obvious seconds, his lips drawing into a tight line before continuing. "need i remind you we currently have three victims and a killer who is unraveling as we speak. it's in our best interest to work diligently and remain focused."

parker nodded, his cheeks producing a faint blush at the injunction.

"the recent victim's family still requires an interview. you can start there."

"the two of us can go," parker said, gesturing to yourself, "it's quite a drive away, could give us the opportunity to catch up."

"that won't be necessary, jj can accompany you." aaron stated firmly, not even looking at him, nose buried in his file again.

an amused yet disdained expression formed on jj's face, nodding slowly in confirmation. "that i can."

parker opened his mouth, probably to protest, but aaron had already turned his back. he surrendered and headed out, jj following.

"aaron." you transferred your weight onto your hand as you leaned on the edge of the table, raising an eyebrow.

"what?" he looked at you. despite his query, his eyes were a telltale - he knew what he was doing.

you arched your eyebrow more, giving him a look.

he sighed, shutting the file. "i didn't like the way he was looking at you."

"he wasn't-"

aaron gave you a pointed look this time, prompting your words to trail off. he tore his eyes away from you again, allowing his next inquiry to exit his mouth more easily, "so, were the two of you...?"

"oh, no." you began to shake your head, but halfway, you hesitated. "well... almost."

his lips fell into an uneasy line, a pained expression painted on his face as his gaze shot back to yours. "almost?"

"we went on a few dates, kissed and..." you released a breath, choosing to keep the summary short, but the brooding envy in aaron's eyes deepened. "but nothing ever came from it. we were better off as friends."

after a moment though, you added, on the quieter side, "and besides, i transferred before anything really solidified."

the lines in aaron's face only grew, biting down briefly on his bottom lip.

"but it's in the past." you quickly reassured, bringing your hands to his cheeks for a moment to relieve the tension. "i won't deny that we were close, but you know how partnerships work. i depended on him, him on me, and the majority of our time was spent together. it caused a lot of emotions, all of which, are gone. i haven't even spoken to him since, seriously."

aaron wanted to counter, does parker know that? but from the earnest expression on your face, and loving look in your eyes, he withheld from doing so.

the bitterness on his face still didn't falter, but "okay. that's fine."

you still weren't convinced. "are you sure?"

"yeah. you're allowed to have a history, but that doesn't mean i need to be optimistic about working with him." he said as he exhaled a breath. he meant it, fully secure and confident in your relationship. he simply detested the idea of another yearning for you, especially one you had a past with, and one who looked quite like him - a potential competitive force.

you were his.

"of course," you nodded, with full understanding. "if the roles were reversed, i know i'd feel the same."

"and as long as he doesn't try anything..."

you laughed, your fingers playing with and then smoothing out the lapels of his suit jacket - positioning them in perfect place just as they belonged. "he won't. trust me, he's not like that."

aaron nodded, his eyes softening as he gazed down at you. if it weren't for the current setting, he would've brought his lips to yours.

"i have you." you offered him a loving, genuine smile, the affirmation to his just-previous thought calming his heart rate further. "i have everything i could ever want."

-

despite aaron being a bit (very) high-strung, and keeping a close eye on parker, he kept his word - he remained civil. naturally, he still was passive aggressive, short, and didn't dare smile while interacting with him.

the team noticed the 'chemistry' too. you knew they were whispering about it; they had gazed questionably between the two of you upon their arrival at the precinct, and through the substance of the case - the naturalness, the easy meshing, bouncing ideas off each other. but you had worked with parker for years - you knew how he worked, and likewise. it was like riding a bike, old habits resurfacing.

they also noticed the familiar characteristics to aaron (morgan of course teased you about it, you simply waved him off). and even penelope all the way back home asked about it, "so this guy, what's the story there?"

but despite the at-times, annoying attention - the case proceeded and resolved easily. within a few days, it was time to return home.

as the team settled other matters - exit reports, paperwork, etc. - you found yourself with parker, packing up and clearing out the conference room.

the two of you were alone for the first time all week, and you could sense it in the silence - a pending question. it was a matter of time before it was brought to focus.

"what do you think would've happened, if we would've given it a shot?"

you froze, facing him. "what?"

"you and i." his eyes searched yours, creating a sense of deja-vu. it was familiar, having spent so much time with him and once it had sent shivers throughout your body. but as strong as they seemingly once were - it wasn't like with aaron. it didn't leave you feeling lightheaded and giddy and as if you could simply burst at the seams.

when you remained silent, he continued.

"we were good together." he stated, insistently. "you can't deny it. good partners, a great team."

"yeah... we were," you agreed, fiddling with some papers as you thought. "but in the field. romantically, no. we couldn't see eye to eye on anything non-work related, don't you remember how much we bickered?"

"that was good for one thing, at least."

you ignored that, firm and conclusive in your answer. "we wouldn't have lasted."

"and he's in the picture now." he chuckled as he crossed his arms, a tinge of irritation present.

"yeah, he is." you hardened your voice - he knew it as your tell to quit it. "like i told you the night before i left. i couldn't stay. there was more for me out there. and after joining the bau, i now know it was in more ways than one. i love the work, although it's tremendously difficult and gruesome at times. i love the family it's given me. and most importantly, i love aaron."

parker nodded silently, rather disappointedly, but understanding nonetheless.

"i love him. he's the one, i'm positively certain he is."

he sighed as shoulders dropped, his words melancholy but supportive. "well, he's good for you. if anything about him being attached to your hip, or giving me the subtle death glare constantly the past few days, has something to say for it."

you laughed gently. "profiling the profilers?"

"oh c'mon, the way he looks at you? anyone can tell."

-

on the jet, you weaved down the aisle, past the team finding their seats, getting comfortable for the ride home. when you reached aaron, you wrapped your arms around his middle.

aaron's lips tipped upwards in a smile, his arms mirroring yours. "what's this for?"

you only tightened your grip, mumbling into his chest. he could hear your smile in your voice. "just 'cause you're mine."