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bertinworms · 1 year

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Late Night Talking

Pairings: Tangerine x gn!Reader

Tags/Warnings: language & cussing, reader is sad/going through it, comfort, angst ig, lmk if anything was missed!!!

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: You had been having a hard time recently and it all hits a wall when Tangerine comes home early in a bad mood and accidentally scares you. You end up sobbing in his arms.

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Most people you knew assumed that in your relationship, you were the one who kept both of you down to earth, and most of the time that was true.

You and Tangerine had been together for a while which meant that you had been present for multiple Tangerine tantrums, as you and Lemon liked to jokingly call them. Sometimes the boys would have a job go wrong and Tan would come home upset, steam practically coming out of his ears, rambling about what could have gone better and why. Sometimes Tangerine would come home from a particularly scary job, like the job in Kyoto that he refused to tell you anything about, and practically go mute - shut off the world, and take a break from everything. Whatever he needed to do to decompress — but he never, ever aimed any of it at you. His anger or frustration was shared, but he always made sure that you understood he was not upset with you, he’d just had a rough job that go around.

Tangerine’s many moods and how he processed his job never bothered you. The man had a pretty tough job and whatever way he chose to process that job was up to him. Plus you enjoyed taking care of him – when he let you. It seemed that he took care of you in every other aspect of life. The man paid for anything and everything you wanted or looked at, so being there for him made you feel important. It had taken him a while to get used to the constant reassurance, trust and love from you, but he now greatly accepted it.

You on the other hand were still having a hard time letting Tangerine be there for you emotionally. Being vulnerable was not one of your strong suites.

Tangerine’s jobs usually took him away from you for long periods, and usually took a lot out of him. So whenever Tan was home, you didn’t want to bother him with what was going on in your mundane life. You felt like your worst days would probably be a wonderful one compared to some of his bad days. So when Tan was home, and even when he was on a job, you didn’t usually tell him the full truth of how you were doing or how your day went. You would conveniently leave out the part where you accidentally dropped your keys into the garbage somehow, or how you dropped your phone in a muddy puddle, or how the day had been an extremely overstimulating one for whatever reason. You usually could step away for a second, take a breather, and you were back to being fine. It wasn’t that big of a deal, you just needed to push it down and enjoy the time you had now with Tan before he went away again for gods know how long.

Sometimes when Tangerine was on a trip, you would come home and have a good cry for a solid ten minutes and then get on with making dinner or any other chore needing to be done. And today was no different.

This March had felt like the longest month you had ever lived through. So many little things kept going wrong. Every day seemed to be a little bit worse. And you hadn’t seen Tangerine in exactly fifteen days. You had woken up late that morning because your phone apparently hadn’t charged the night before, then you couldn’t find your keys, you had spilled coffee on yourself right before walking into work, you had a coworker who had made a rude comment to you, your boss had reprimanded you for something that wasn’t your fault, and to top it off on your way home someone had rear ended your car, sending you to the hospital to be checked out where you had sat in a room for three hours, alone, waiting to be discharged.

You just wanted to go home, crawl into bed and disappear. The regular day had been a horrible one anyways and sitting in a cold, scary hospital room alone where you had been examined and poked about fifteen thousand times did not help. You also hadn’t heard from your partner in almost a full 48 hours. Your anxiety was now through the roof. You were tired. You were sore. You were sad. You wanted to go to bed.

You unlock the front door and step into the dark and quiet place that belonged to you and Tangerine. You quickly slip off your shoes by the front door and head towards the kitchen where you set your keys and phone down on the island counter.

You tap your phone screen – 8:43PM and no notifications. You take a deep breath in, and let out a sigh as you rub your eyes, willing the headache of the day to go away. It didn’t work.

‘Maybe some water and a snack would help,’ you think to yourself as you head towards the refrigerator. You quickly grab some water and a snack and grab your phone before making your way to the living room where you slumped onto the couch. While eating your snack, the thought of Tangerine can’t help but come to your mind.

You pick your phone off of the couch cushion, unlocking it and going to your last text thread from Tangerine.

Tangerine had texted you the morning before, a simple, ‘Good morning, love. Thinking of you, hoping to be home in the next few days. X’

When you had woken up to the text, it had made you smile. But now that it had been two days of no responses from him or Lemon, it felt more like a taunt. You were used to Tangerine being very hit or miss when it came to communication while he was on the job – it was for safety. But with this being one of the longest jobs he and Lemon had ever been on, it made you nervous. So you read back over your texts.

7:03AM: morning tan – hope you and lem are keeping each other safe! im ready for you to be home safe again ♡

1:43PM: a package was delivered for you. im not sure if its a new suit, work stuff or something else so im leaving it in the garage for when your home lol

9:42PM: im headed to bed, but wanted to let you know im just thinking about you. i love you and hope youre safe wherever you boys are at. get home soon ♡

11:32AM: missing you extra today, as cheesy as that sounds. hope you arent getting yourself into too much trouble

You roll your eyes at the last text you had sent. That was a little too cheesy even for your taste, let alone Tangerine’s.

You start typing out a message to Tangerine. Thinking about telling him a little about your day, or even just telling him you missed him and loved him and couldn’t wait to just see him face-to-face again. But you erase the half written message, worrying that he might get annoyed by your abundance of needy texts that didn’t really have a need to be sent.

You let out another sigh as you turn your phone off, setting it on the coffee table in front of you along with the trash of your snack. You grab the throw blanket laying across the back of the couch and slump further down the couch until you’re laying down with your head supported by the arm rest. You absentmindedly look out the window next to you.

You were glad you had left the lights off in the flat. The lights of the city outside the window allowed for a soft glow to seep into the room. Without the lights on you were able to see the quiet street and watch the people of the night go about their business. You wanted some sort of distraction, but the thought of scrolling on your phone or turning the television on seemed like it would make the headache you had even worse. It also allowed for your brain to wander gently between thoughts.

You wonder where the people on the street below are going.

You wonder where they’re coming from.

You wonder where Tangerine and Lemon are.

You wonder if they were safe, if something bad had happened.

And before you realized it, your eyes had grown heavy and you had dozed off.

You jolted as you were rudely awoken by the refrigerator door shutting harshly. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you realized you weren’t in the place alone. You didn’t move at first as you opened your eyes to see who was there. You could make out the silhouette of a man standing in the kitchen, illuminated by a small amount of light coming in through the window from the street lights. Tangerine hadn’t called or texted you before you had fallen asleep so you weren’t sure if it was him. You were hoping it was him, if it wasn’t you didn’t know what you would do.

“Tan?” you half whispered.

“Yeah.” He says dryly. You watched as he turns towards your voice and flips on the light above the kitchen island. You blink a few times to adjust to the bright light and give him a look over.

He looks tired, or maybe annoyed? You couldn’t really place the emotion, but it wasn’t a positive one. You notice his suit jacket is laid over the back of one of the barstools with his suitcase propped up against it. You look from the jacket, back to him and notice a few bruises and small cuts that range from his face to the exposed upper chest sticking out from a slightly unbuttoned undershirt.

You watch as Tangerine quietly moves around the kitchen gathering a variety of things to make some sort of meal. His movements are sharp and more than once he lets a cabinet shut a little roughly.

You clear your throat as you readjust how you’re sitting so you can see Tangerine better. “I didn’t realize you’d be back home tonight. How did the job go?”

He looks up at you with half a sandwich on the way to his mouth. “D’rather not talk ‘bout it, love.” He quickly says before taking the last bite of his dinner.

You watch as he puts his dishes in the sink and washes his hands. You watch as he dries them off and then places his hands on either side of the sink, almost bracing himself. You could tell something was stuck on his mind as he takes a breath in and closed his eyes.

You begin to play with the blanket laid over you out of nerves, avoiding looking at him. You couldn’t read Tangerine’s mood and you worried something serious had happened.

“Why didn’t you wake me up when you got in? You scared me when y–”

You were cut off by Tangerine.

“Wouldn’t have to be concerned about who had gotten in if ya’d keep the front door locked, would ya now?” He snaps, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head at you. He hadn’t raised his voice, but the look on his face shares the irritation he has.

The tone in his voice had taken you by surprise and had caused you to stop fidgeting with the blanket and look up at him. Tangerine wasn’t prone to snapping at you out of nowhere like he just had. Even after a particularly bad job, he usually was able to keep his aggravation not geared towards you.

“Excuse me?” You question him, your voice faltering as you look at him. His face was tense. You couldn’t pin if he was truly irritated with you or if he was taking out his last fifteen days on you.

“Ya left the fuckin’ front door unlocked. Again, love.” He readjusts his stance and stands up straight, with his arms crossed. You let out a small sorry, but either he doesn’t hear it or doesn’t care as he continues on.

“I’ve told ya so many times, ya got ta keep it locked.” He drags a hand down his face, and rubs his chin. “Do you know how dangerous it could be? What happens if some prick comes lookin’ for me? When me and Lemon aren’t here, you’ve got–”

This time you cut him off. “Tan, I apologized. It was a fucking accident. Okay?”

You couldn’t even remember if you had or hadn’t locked the fucking door when you got home. All you remember is wanting to just be inside and hidden from the day. And you start to tear up just thinking about the last few weeks you had had.

“Accident or– if someone – it is dangerous, darling. Do you know–” he cuts himself off as he looks directly at you. At this point tears are streaming down your face and you’re wiping them off of your cheeks.

“Tangerine. Please. For the love of god. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to leave the god damned fuckin’ door unlocked. I don’t even remember– I–”

It becomes harder to speak the more you talk. You hadn’t meant to just break down. But the combination of the last few weeks, being startled awake and the tone of Tangerine, you just couldn’t not let it all out.

You rub your face with both your hands as you take a shaky breath in and look up towards Tangerine. You realize he had made his way across the distance from the kitchen island to the coffee table as he stood a few feet away from you. The features of his face had softened, he had a look of sadness on his face.

“I know you’re afraid when you leave me someone will show up, it was an accident. I’m fine now. Okay? Just let up, Tan.” You can’t even try to stop the tears now.

“Love, m’sorry.” he sits down at the edge of the couch, “I just worry. So, so much when I’m not ‘ere. Especially when I’m gone so fuckin’ long. ‘Didn’t mean to snap, it was just a shit job. M’sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, my love.”

“It wasn’t just you, Tan. Its… It’s just been such a day. It’s been such a month.” You sniffle and wipe another tear off of your face. You take a deep, shaky breath. “I’ve really missed you.”

“Oh, darlin’. I’ve missed you as well, more than I’d probably like to admit. How about a hug? Is ‘t okay if I get closer?” He asks, setting a hand close to your crossed legs on the couch.

You sniffle and nod your head.

At this point Tangerine readjusts himself to where he is fully sitting on the couch. He pulls you into him and holds you tightly, wrapping one of his arms around your head and pulling it to the crook of his neck. He kisses your head as you further break down.

“I’m so sorry. You just got home and I don’t mean to be like this. I just, I had such a bad day and then you scared me waking me up like that and you’re upset with me, I know it’s scary when you leave and you can’t be here making sure I’m safe. I know you just got back and you were gone for so long and–” you wrap your arms around his waist and begin to cry harder.

You hadn’t meant to upset him in the first place. You knew he always worried about you, and you felt even worse that you were sobbing into his chest, making him worry even more.

“Tangerine, I’m sorry. I know you don’t want to–”

You're cut off by Tangerine hugging you a little closer.

“Love, it’s okay. M’not upset with you, I was just being a right fuckin’ asshole, yeah? I didn’t really mean what I said. You’ll always be safe as long as M’here. Wha’s happened? Wha’s wrong?” Tangerine says while he starts to gently run a hand over your hair.

“One thing just hasn’t happened, it’s just been so many little things. And you’ve been so busy with work. Tan I’ve missed you. And I didn’t mean to make you mad as soon as you got home. I hadn’t even realized I didn’t lock the door.” You say, squeezing your arms around him even tighter. If you could be any closer to the man, you would be, but you don’t think it’s physically possible.

You take a deep breath again with a sniffle, gaining more composure before starting again.

“I just got home tonight and I just wanted to go to bed, Tan. I barely even remember what all I did when I got home. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to have to worry or to be mad at me.” You sniffle once more and bring a hand up to wipe your eyes.

“Darlin’, I promise I’m not upset with you.” Tangerine says petting your head again and kissing your temple.

“But you’re tone. Tan, you’ve never spoken to me like that. You were mean, you sounded mad.” You sniffle again. God. You needed a tissue, but you weren’t going to risk moving out of Tangerine’s arms. You didn’t think you could bear to look him in the eyes, even if you had stopped sobbing.

“M’sorry, ya know I’ve been with Lemon for the last few weeks and I’ve been dealing with right arseholes. It just slipped, yeah? It isn’t right of me, but it just happened. I promise I’m not upset with you or even mad at you – I could never be mad at you, love.”

He lets out a sigh before pulling back from you for a second, adjusting you both in a way where he can look into your eyes. He wipes away some of the left over tears on your face

“I promise I am not mad at you. And I promise I won’t bring my work tone back home to you.” He says, making sure to emphasize each word a little slower than he usually would.

Your eyes trail over his face, looking at the bruises that scatter his body closer than you previously could. “Okay,” you say quietly, realizing just how tired you were and you could imagine Tangerine felt the same.

“What can I do to make it up to you? What can I do to make up for the last sixteen days?” He holds your face in his hands softly, rubbing a thumb over your cheek. You let out a yawn, followed by a soft smile.

“You don’t have to do anything, Tan. It’s okay, really.” You bring your hands up and place them over his. “Let’s just go to bed, yeah? We can make up for the last few weeks after some sleep. I know you’ve got to be tired – not to be rude, but you look like hell.”

Tangerine lefts out a soft chuckle, and you smile once more. He leans forward and places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, and then your lips.

“Let’s put you to bed then. But I’ve got to shower before bed, love.” He helps untangle you from the throw blanket you were previously wrapped in and then stands himself. You walk to the barstool in the kitchen grabbing the handle of his suitcase as he grabs his suit jacket, and you both head towards the bedroom.

“Well I’m glad you made that decision by yourself. I wasn’t going to say anything, but you do smell like work.” You say jokingly, scrunching your nose at him and letting out a small laugh.

Tangerine’s face breaks out in a grin before he throws his suit jacket towards the hamper and turns to you. You go to set his suitcase by his side of the bed when you’re suddenly blinded by Tangerine coming up from behind you and engulfing you in the shirt he was just wearing.

While your back was turned, Tangerine had unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and had now cocooned you in it. “Shoulda kept your mouth shut, love.” He laughs as you try to push him away from you.

You laugh as you turn around, now facing his chest. “Jesus, Tangerine– you smell so bad.” You duck down and out of his arms, falling back onto the bed before Tangerine tackles you flat onto the bed.

“It's the wonderful smell of a man who’s not showered in three days, dear.” He begins to shower you in kisses as you try to push him away between laughs.

“Tan, EW! Go make it zero again!” You laugh as he gives you a final, overdramatic kiss on your cheek as he gets off of you, throwing his shirt into his hamper before heading to the bathroom with a “Whatever you say, lovely.”

You smile to yourself as you wipe your face, attempting to wipe off the grime you felt from Tangerine’s attack.

While Tangerine quickly showers, you plug both of your phones into their chargers and set them on their respective bedside tables. You also change into your own night clothes before turning off the overhead light and crawling into the bed. A few seconds later Tangerine follows suit and you move closer to him.

“Better now, yeah?” He says, pulling the collar of his shirt out and offering it to you to smell.

You swat his shirt away before snaking an arm around his waist, and giving him a kiss on his jawline.

“Much better, thank you.”

You smile to yourself as you lay your head onto his chest, and Tangerine scoots closer to you letting his arm snake around your waist and pulling you tight to him as he gives your forehead a kiss. You had missed this, you had missed him.

You knew you and Tangerine would have a chat in the morning about how he was doing, and what had happened with you, and how much you had missed the other. Lemon would probably come around and would tell you about how much Tangerine whined about missing you the entire trip, which would cause a spat between the two. But for now, all you could think about was how at home you felt. How comfortable you were. How happy you were that your Tangerine was finally home, safe in your arms.

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judeswhore · 2 years

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tell me again; steve harrington

summary: steve was fully aware that his feelings for you went beyond “just friends” but the fear of ruining years of friendship kept him radio silent. however, a murderous wizard wreaking havoc around hawkins and a little bit of encouragement from his younger friends has him finally admitting the truth.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: slight st4 spoilers

notes: i’m so sorry this took so long i wasn’t really sure what to write so hopefully this is okay, i think this is the longest steve fic ive ever written. also thank u sm for 2500 followers!!! i’m v grateful and appreciative, the feedback on my fics is always so amazing so thank u v much for that :)) you can find my masterlist here.

steve was completely unable to keep his eyes off you for more than ten seconds at a time, no matter what he was supposed to be focusing on, his attention always found it's way back to you, gaze soft but tinted with concern. he'd let his eyes linger on you while trying to hold a conversation with nancy and robin, struggling to come up with ideas to help figure out the ins and outs of the curse but failing miserably because of his fear that you might become the next victim. there wasn't anything in the world steve harrington was more afraid of than losing you.

you'd been a constant light in his life since you were both twelve years old, a never changing force attached to his hip through everything. every up and down you'd been there, every fight with his parents, every failed test, his rocky relationship with nancy and his downfall from king steve to the designated babysitter. you'd been with him through it all, always there to give him your best pep talk and that earth shattering smile that would have him forgetting why exactly he needed a pep talk in the first place. steve knew deep down there would never be anyone like you again, his heart would never react to anyone like it does to you and he wished, god he so badly wished, he'd not wasted so much time on things that didn't matter. because hawkins was going under and steve was scared he'd lose you before he got the chance to show you just how much you meant to him.

for the hundredth time that night he let his eyes seek you out again, tuning out dustin and lucas' conversation about getting more supplies to eddie as soon as possible. nancy and robin had disappeared upstairs not too long ago, robin mumbling something about getting food before she passed out. you, however, were sitting on a mattress across the room from the sofa he was perched on, your back against the wall, legs crossed as max lay with her head against them. the two of you were mumbling quietly to each other, max's head tilted at an angle to meet your eyes, your head dipped low as though to hide your conversation from the others. steve watched the way your fingers sifted gently through the younger girls hair, an almost mother like gesture that sent a pang of longing through his heart.

max being cursed and you all so unsure how to save her had tilted the groups axis significantly, however steve knew you had been completely thrown overboard with the revelation. max had always been like a sister to you, you'd taken her under your wing her first week in hawkins after an unfortunate run in with billy and, as dustin had been with steve, she'd clung to you ever since. even after everything that happened at the mall, you were the only person max didn't push away, the only person she let take care of her when there was no one else around. steve knew you were hurting, knew you felt lost and unable to help and he wanted to pull you into him, to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you until you stopped worrying. but he knew that wasn't possible. like steve, you wouldn't stop worrying until you were more than one hundred percent certain that all the kids were safe.

your lips suddenly tilted into a soft smile, that smile that had steve's knees threatening to give out, and you playfully flicked at max's forehead, a brief moment of normality passing between the two of you. max's smile wasn't as bright, didn't quite reach her eyes, but it settled steve somewhat because he knew it was real and that meant it would ease something inside of you too. max curled her fingers around yours and held your hand to her chest, tilting her head even further as she muttered something that made you nod. slow but full of purpose and then your fingers returned to her hair.

"dude, don't you think it's time to tell her how you feel?" dustin's elbow landed in steve's ribs following his mumbled question and the older boy winced and groaned, pressing his hand firmly to the spot. he finally managed to tear his gaze from you, eyes instead landing on the two boys watching him with knowing looks.

"what are you talking about, henderson?"

"don't you "what are you talking about" me, harrington. you know exactly what i'm talking about." dustin nodded his head in your direction before falling back against the sofa, slouching with a book settled on his lap. "if you keep staring at her like that she might start to melt."

"i'm not staring at her. i'm making sure she's okay, making sure they are okay." steve huffed like a petulant child at being caught out. he knew he wasn't exactly the most subtle when watching out for you but still. friends watch over friends. steve does it with all of them.

"you're staring at her like she might disappear if you blink." this observation came quietly from lucas, and sliding his gaze over, steve found him watching max. the expression on his face was so clear to steve, so obvious. it held every single thought and emotion that had been running through steve's head for the past few hours and in that moment he knew, just like him, lucas' heart was already sitting firmly in max mayfield's hands, whether she knew it or not.

"i don't-" lucas shook his head before steve could continue, running the tip of his finger repeatedly around the mug he was nursing between his hands.

"i get it. i feel like max might disappear if i'm not looking too and it's the worst feeling i've ever had." the words tumbled from his lips, edges harsh and jagged, raw with emotion that screamed to steve. because it didn't matter how young lucas was, how little time he might have known max, he was in love with her and steve understood the gravity of loss when love was involved. "none of us know what's gonna happen next, steve, but i think y/n deserves to know how you feel. don't leave it until it's too late."

"i can't. i-" steve shook his head and dragged a hand through his hair, a light feeling of nausea rolling over him at the thought of finally coming clean. he'd kept his feelings locked away for so long he wasn't sure how he was meant to tell you. what if you hated him for leaving it so long? what if you thought of him as only your friend and he ruined that by making things awkward. he'd rather have you as a friend, unaware of how much you meant to him, than not have you at all. "she knows i love her." which was true enough. you knew steve loved you to some extent, that just above the surface love that he felt for the rest of his friends and he thinks deep down he could live with you only knowing that level of his feelings if it meant never having to say goodbye to you.

"you're in love with her, there's a difference." dustin pointed out, thumbing at the pages of his book, his eyes darting between steve and you. "look, we have no idea who might end up cursed, we have no idea what's gonna happen to us all, don't let something so important slip through your fingers because you're a coward."

"i'm not a coward. i just can't lose her and if she doesn't feel the same then i've fucked up years of friendship and i can't do that."

"and what if you lose her anyway? what if you never tell her and the world fucking ends and she's stuck thinking all she ever was to you was a friend."

"i don't think she'd be all that bothered about-"

"jesus christ, harrington, y/n is so obviously in love with you. she looks at you like you hung the moon.” lucas shook his head, the words hissed lowly in order to keep quiet from the two girls having their own secret conversation. "the way you two look at each other, like there's no one else around, like you'd run straight to fucking hell and back for the other with no hesitation. that goes way beyond friendship and if you don't do something now there are so many ways that you could lose her. there are so many things that i wanna say to max and i don’t even know if i have the time to say them all. make your move before it's too late."

lucas took a deep breath and let his attention settle back on max, that troubled look returning to his eyes. steve knew max and lucas were going through somewhat of a rough patch and his heart gave a twang of sympathy for the other boy. he knew exactly how suffocating it felt to have so much to say and no idea how to say it. you and max were still huddled together, whispering words back and forth, your fingers still running comfortingly through the tangled strands of her hair. as though feelings steve's eyes on you, you glanced up with that favourite smile of his, the one that so easily sent his thoughts skidding away. little did he know as he sent you his own smile, that max had been giving you the exact same speech he'd just gotten, a speech that in just a few hours would change everything.

everyone was sleeping, soft snores and light breaths the only sound in the wheeler's basement but you couldn't seem to settle, tossing and turning on the tiny mattress in front of the sofa every five seconds. it was hot and stuffy and your mind was racing from your earlier conversation with max. the younger girl had lectured you on not being honest about your feelings for steve, had almost scolded you for hiding your feelings when, in her words "steve worshiped the ground you walked on and it was time you both stopped dancing around the truth". she was right, obviously, about your feelings, but your fear of steve's rejection was a dark cloud over your head and was enough to keep you quiet. you could love him in silence, that had always been okay.

max's constant reminder to you of the curse and how there was no guarantee in life also wasn't helping you sleep. you were running out of time and options and you weren't at all ready to say goodbye to the girl you'd come to think of as a sister. you would save her, you had to. a sigh puffed from your lips, unintentionally loud as you flopped on to your back, eyes turning towards the ceiling. steve was sleeping on the sofa above you and you jolted when his hand appeared over the side, fingers prodding lightly into your cheek as he gave a soft grumble.

"stop wriggling." he mumbled, words muffled from what you assume was a result of his face being smushed into his pillow.

"sorry," you tried to keep quiet, fighting the urge again to flip back on to your side. "can't sleep, everything's uncomfortable." steve was silent for a few seconds, his hand still dangling over the edge of the sofa, fingers so close to your face and then suddenly his head was hanging over the edge too. his eyes were heavy and sleepy, hair a complete mess from the pillow and your stomach flipped, goosebumps rising across your arms at how effortlessly pretty he looked. he cocked his lips in a lopsided smile and tapped his fingers against your chin.

"c'mere." then he disappeared again, slumped back into the comfort of the sofa but you didn't move, stayed rooted to the mattress because you weren't entirely sure you'd heard him correctly. that was until he gave a breathy laugh and spoke again. "come here, y/n." his voice was low and still full of sleep and it stirred something inside of you, made your mind race a mile a minute.

sitting up you turned your head to see steve settled back into the sofa, his fingers curled around one corner of the blanket to hold it open for you. his eyes seemed to twinkle, that lazy smile still glued to his lips as he waited for you. without too much thought you climbed up beside him, laying on your side, your face in line with steve's and you gave a quiet hum when he let the blanket fall back around you both. his hand fumbled to wrap it around you, tucking you in so tightly that your chests were almost pressed together. he was warm, the heat radiating from him and it made your thoughts a little foggy.

"better?" his breath fanned your face and this close you could make out every freckle across his nose, every fleck of green in the browns of his eyes and you never wanted to look away.

"yeah." you gave a small nod, slightly flustered and unsure of where to put your arms and so you kept them awkwardly sandwiched between you. so awkwardly in fact that steve chuckled and took one hand in his own, lifting it to his lips where he skimmed teasing kisses across your knuckles. his gaze was intense, so much so that you wanted to squirm and you were more than shocked at the gentle press of his mouth on your skin.

"wanna tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" you just shrugged, not really wanting to voice your worries about max and the curse, feeling as though saying it out loud would make it all the more real. steve hummed in understanding and it tickled against your fingers before he dropped them again, his hand stayed locked around yours however, thumb sweeping back and forth over your palm in a way that had you fighting back shivers. he was still watching you with that same overly intense look in his eyes, your faces so close together from resting against the same pillow. "you know i'll never let anything happen to you, right?"

"there are things that even you can't save us from, steve." you mumbled the words softly, unsure whether he was talking about you alone or the group but the flicker in his eyes suggested it was the former. he gave your fingers a quick squeeze.

"i'll do anything to make sure you're safe, i need you to know that. i can't lose you, y/n.”

"i know. me and you against the world, right?" you shuffled in closer to him, thankful for his warmth because it seemed to have calmed you somehow, a layer of comfort wrapped around you. steve sucked in a breath when your knees bumped against his legs, a soft pink tinting the tops of his cheekbones. he let go of your hand, his gaze still locked on yours and instead brought his fingers to your face. he brushed the backs of them over the curve of your jaw before tucking your hair carefully behind your ear.

"i can't lose you."

"you're not gonna lose me," you curled your own fingers around his wrist and tilted your head into it, an unfamiliar boldness washing over you as

you pressed your lips to the soft skin. steve's lips twitched into a smile, one that felt like liquid heat inside of you. "gonna be stuck with me for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not, harrington."

"i think i could live with that." his eyes searched your face, taking in each and every small feature as though he was committing them to memory. the way he was looking at you made the hairs on your arms stand up, heat curling in your stomach as your heart gave a thud. he'd never looked at you with such intensity before and you weren't sure how to handle it, your body feeling hot under his attention. his palm found your cheek, soft against the skin, and you melted into him with the first swipe of his thumb beneath your eye. "you're so beautiful."

you let out a startled breath that fanned across his lips and it was only then that you realised you'd moved so close to him, your faces only inches apart. his eyes fell to your lips, gaze dark and every thought in your head turned to dust in that moment, steve's fingers the only thing you could focus on. the entire room seemed to have fallen silent as though waiting for one of you to move, even dustin's bulldozer snores seemed muted to your ears.

"steve-"

"i love you." the words tumbled from his lips, a little harsher than he intended and you blinked in surprise, lips parting again on his name but he was speaking already. "i mean, i'm in love with you." those words were a lot softer, muttered almost nervously into the room and you didn't miss the flush on his cheeks or the anxious waver of his voice.

"you're in love with me?"

"so in love with you." his nod was slow, his lips curving into a tentative smile. his thumb trailed to your bottom lip and he carefully brushed over it, tugging it down ever so slightly before letting it snap back into place. "you have no idea." you were frozen, eyes locked on steve but he was staring at your mouth, eyes glassy and a little unfocused and you wanted to know what exactly was running through his head, wanted to know if his thoughts were as jumbled as yours.

steve harrington was in love with you. your best friend, the boy who teased you about your braces, the boy you fought russian's with, the boy you'd been in love with since he first offered you his chocolate bar when you were twelve years old, was in love with you. your mind wouldn't let you believe it, your heart hammering in your chest as you wondered over whether he was just joking with you. but he looked so serious, so set and the nervous glint in his eyes made you think that he maybe was being honest.

"you don't have to say it back, i know you probably don't feel the same but with everything that's happening with the curse and us having no fucking clue what we're doing, i just needed you to know." you arched your eyebrows at him and shuffled impossibly closer, lifting your hand to brush his hair back off his forehead.

"you seriously think i wouldn't feel the same?" he just shrugged, suddenly looking shy, his eyes flickering around your face and you gave a quiet laugh, head shaking. "steve, i've been in love with you since we were twelve." you felt his entire body go tense against you, his thumb pausing it’s back and forth motion across your chin and the awe struck expression on his face made you giggle quietly.

“why didn’t you say anything?”

“why didn’t you say anything?” you prodded his cheek playfully and he sent you a sheepish grin, ducking his head ever so slightly. you watched him, slipping your hand over his neck until his hair tickled the tips of your fingers. “i guess looming death is a great way to get a love confession out of someone, hm?”

“lucas made me realise that i want you to know just how much i love you in case the worst happens. i need you to know how much you mean to me, that i don’t just look at you and see my best friend, that i look at you and i see someone i wanna spend the rest of my life with. however long that might be.” a slow smile curved your lips at his words and you pushed your fingers completely into his hair, leaning in to nudge your nose against his. your chest felt light but hot, completely fuzzy because steve loved you.

“i love you more than i thought was ever possible, i’m so in love with every single part of you steve harrington.” steve’s grin was wide and full blown, almost taking up his entire face and it was that smile that made your first kiss so ridiculously awkward for the first couple of seconds. it was a clash of teeth, a bump of noses, the gentle knock of his chin against yours until you giggled and he laughed and then he was kissing your properly. full and with so much love your blood seemed to sing in your veins and your heart hammered so harshly against your chest you were certain it was trying to reach his.

his fingers gripped lightly at your chin to keep you tilted towards him and the soft noise he let out into your mouth when you shifted your fingers through his hair was decidedly your new favourite sound. his lips were warm and soft, so soft you were determined to know what lip balm he used, and he tasted of mint, his toothpaste not yet having warn off, with the tiniest hint of the coffee he’d been stealing from you all day. you felt dizzy, drunk on his kisses and in that moment you’d do absolutely anything he asked of you. steve’s body shifted until he was half hovering over you, the blanket thankfully covering you from any prying eyes however you hoped everyone was still fast asleep.

this moment was one you wanted to stay in forever. in time, whenever you thought of fleeting happiness, it would be this moment. steve’s lips on yours, his previous declaration of love branded into your heart like an immovable stamp. he nipped ever so slightly at your bottom lip and then mumbled his next words directly into your mouth, the sound muffled and messy, his voice a little shaky.

“tell me again.”

“hmm?” you couldn’t concentrate. not when he was kissing you the way he was, when you could feel every inch of his body up against yours, the heat of him swirling white hot happiness in your stomach. he pulled back slightly, lips only inches from yours and sent you a small smile. the tops of his cheeks were flushed and his hair was messy from your fingers, falling carelessly over his forehead, just kissing the tops of his eyebrows.

“i wanna hear you say it again, so i know i’m not dreaming.”

“you had me like this in a lot of your dreams, harrington?”

“a few of them, although we’re both usually wearing a lot less clothes.” you smacked his shoulder at that, eyes rolling despite your grin because you’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t had similar dreams. steve smothered his laughter in your hair, trying his hardest to stay quiet and not wake the others. he was guaranteed to be teased once they found out he finally admitted how he felt and he’d much rather have shared a few more kisses before that happened. he took a few seconds to calm his giggles and then tipped his head back to you, dropping a kiss to your chin and then the corner of your mouth. “tell me again.”

with a sigh you took his face in your hands, palms soft against his cheeks and stared headlong into those dark eyes that had you hooked from day one. your thumbs brushed beneath his eyes and you lifted your head to nudge his nose. “i love you.” there was such finality to your words, a solid statement, a fact, something that would never change and that was all it took for steve to bring you in for another kiss. this one was deeper and a little more desperate but still so utterly and completely toe curling. you had been through your fair share of kisses but nothing would ever come close to this one.

#stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #joe keery #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic

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plague-karm · 8 months

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Right time to analyse this shit because god dammit I have been silently making theories about this show the second I saw the premise I’m about to become the most annoying person on the planet on god so LETS GOOOOOOO-

First things first the animation looks fucking phenomenal (let Kevin Temmer cook, that man can do no wrong). Also Caine the guy ever, he is the silly and I love him wholeheartedly, he’s just a fucked up little guy who’s living his best life fr.

And also NEW CHARACTER HELLO.

They do be circling though.

THE SILLIES ARE HERE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO 🎉🎉🎉

Smiling Gangle spotted ten seconds before disaster, no thoughts head empty indeed.

ALSO I WASN’T EXPECTING STUFF OUTSIDE THE CIRCUS BUT IT’S A WELCOME SURPRISE WHOA

They have come to steal your credit card information.

The thoughts I had of Ragatha being the lone brain cell keeping everything together were completely correct I CALLED IT- (it has been said by Gooseworx that she has been there the second longest so she’s probably gotten used to the zaniness by now…maybe)

A door that leads to a void?

Maybe it has something to do with this room in the teaser trailer? Possibly.

Tumblr sexyman spotted.

''If there was a way to leave I'm sure we'd have all left by now''

They're ✨suffering✨

This caught me off guard when I first saw it lmao (holy FUCK I love Zooble's design, they're everything to me).

''Welcome to your new home...AND your new body...''

So they're aware that they were human before they entered the circus? That's interesting considering what happens in a few seconds (I'll get to that soon). It's also worth mentioning that Gooseworx has stated that their clothes ARE a part of their bodies.

Case in point...

At the end of the character introduction compilation Gooseworx posted to their YouTube channel Pomni is heard saying something along the lines of

''How do I...take this...headset off?!''

I saw a few people theorizing about her talking about a VR headset and that was how she entered the circus to begin with (I had the same thoughts until very recently). However, considering how much of the visuals and character designs are based on old media (also a teaser image was set up as the menu screen for a retro game), I'm beginning to think that this isn't the case.

So it's incredibly likely that Pomni is actually talking about her jester headpiece since she can't take it off.

This scene is probably the first time Pomni sees her new body, pinwheel eyes and all.

''I'm fine with whatever, as long as I get to see funny things happen to people''

I love him he's so unbothered.

I'm sad that we didn't get to hear any dialogue from them but I can't wait to see them in the pilot! Kinger is love, Kinger is life.

''After a while you start to realise that you really can't leave, and constantly chasing an unattainable goal will start driving you a little crazy''

She's a little fucked up actually wow who saw that coming.

It sounds like Ragatha tried to leave a few times and just resigned to her fate after a while, her description DID say that she was the ''sweetest little optimist in the digital circus'', so maybe she's told the others that escaping is impossible and that they should make the best of their situation instead? (Also the framed picture of the right looks like some kind of void, a lot of void imagery here).

Also, Gooseworx released this image a short while ago and it has the same background that Ragatha had while she was talking so she's DEFINITELY talking to Pomni here.

''OH GOD! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER MY NAME?!''

EXCUSE ME? Okay time for some more speculation. I knew that their names definitely weren't their real ones but I wasn't expecting them to forget them!

Now, since the premise is said to be centred around Pomni and the others getting messed with by AI and their traumas, maybe instead of forgetting what their names were, they actually REPRESSED their memories from when they were human due to the trauma they went through? (Which would include their names)

I don't buy that they've COMPLETELY forgotten who they were (Zooble is aware that the body they're in isn't the one they used to have so I'm guessing everyone else knows that too.)

I'm guessing that their human lives absolutely SUCKED and they've now repressed their trauma to the point where they can barely remember who they were in the human world, this is just speculation.

''Thank goodness this is all a dream, right Pomni?''

What a sassy little guy (it's so weird hearing Michael Kovach sound so reserved, he's normally feral as hell playing these kinds of characters). The little mannequin symbol on the door is probably there for when new people stumble into the circus.

She's definitely seen some shit, I wonder what it could be though?

OH MY GOD THERE'S MORE OF THEM 😭

Wow this background looks...oddly normal. The only thing I can think of this being is Pomni witnessing a flashback of her human life before she showed up in the circus.

''You completely lose sight of who you are and why you're even alive and when you reach your breaking point something REALLY terrible can happen''

OH? Okay speculation time again. This is the closest hint we've gotten to what exactly one of the gang's traumas could be. Ragatha may have forced herself to stay positive in really shitty situations during her human life which likely lead to a lot of negative thoughts which eventually lead to her doing...something, I'm not sure what though, maybe it lead to her losing an eye? (Maybe her new body represents that?) I'm not sure. Maybe this is why she's been in the circus for as long as she has, instead of dealing with her feelings and existentialism, she instead continues to try to be someone who's more adjusted than they actually are.

Again, this is all just speculation, maybe it's just an Infinity Train type of thing where they can't leave until they learn to accept what they went through and how to work through it healthily idk.

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? Well, I'll tell you what I think it is.

I think it's this weird tar like tentacle thing from the teaser trailer, I don't see what else it could be.

And I'm 90% sure that whatever it is, it's connected to this room, and I think that THIS is gonna be where we'll be seeing what the gangs traumas are (Ragatha looked TERRIFIED when she was grabbed so if this was the case I wouldn't be surprised). I'd also like to speculate that this could possibly be another AI. There's Caine, Bubble, and whatever the hell those little shape creatures are, so it's very likely that other AI does exist, we just haven't seen them yet.

But who knows? I'm probably looking too much into it.

Woah new background, he is angy.

I would go into another theory I have about how their designs may hint at what trauma they have but I've spent over an hour writing, compiling trailer screenshots, and speculating every individual frame while suffering with chest pains I wanna go to bed

Holy shit that took WAY longer than I thought it would. I cannot WAIT to watch the pilot, this show has become one of my most anticipated projects of the year over the last few months and I can't wait to see what it has in store.

TL;DR: The trailer looks fire 10/10 can't wait for the inevitable Pomni plushes.

#karm rambles #the amazing digital circus #damn this is long #tadc #i'm so normal #glitch productions #gooseworx #i have gone insane

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weemsfreak · 10 months

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Can you do a fic where Larissa takes care of pregnant!reader?

Unplanned but not Unloved

I never wrote anything about pregnancy before so I kind of went the way that's familiar to me. Hope you enjoy! All fluff ~ 1700 words

You sat on your bed, tears threatened to fall down your cheeks. You just had a doctors appointment, and they told you news that you never thought you would hear. You were pregnant, and all you could say is that you were surprised.

You didn’t know how this happened, you were always careful. Recently, you had only been with one person. At the time you didn't think about it, but it made sense to you now, how it must've happened. You didn't understand the science behind shapeshifting, but she must. You stared down at your doctors report, you were pregnant, it was true. You had always said that if this ever happened, you wouldn't have the baby, or you wouldn't keep it. It seemed cruel to you, honestly, but you never understood how you could take care of a child while just getting by taking care of yourself. That night you fell asleep with tears in your eyes, thinking about the beautiful woman you were to have a baby with. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad, for she was lovely, charming, intelligent, kind, and she loved her students. With all your heart, you wished that she would be happy about this. It would kill you to ruin her career, her freedom, to take away the life that she loved so much.

The next day you saw her in the hallway, talking with some students. It brought tears to your eyes to see her, how caring and motherly she was, her smile wide like she was truly enjoying herself. You didn't want to do this now, but if you didn't, you were scared that you'd be nine months pregnant and she still wouldn't know. "Hi darling" she smiled at you, walking towards you from the lobby. "Hi Rissa" you smiled back, sincerely. "How are you?" she asked, bringing her hand down to take yours. You pursed your lips and held back the tears that wanted to form in your eyes. You were fine, in reality, but you were scared, oh so scared. "I'm good" your voice wavered. Her brows furrowed and she looked down at you, concerned. You took a deep breath, "Larissa, can we talk in your office?" you asked. "Of course, love" she turned, dragging you with her by your hand.

You were sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. She sat down next to you, giving you a gentle smile. "What did you want to talk about?" You smiled but looked down at the floor, you were never good at this stuff. "I um, I- Do you remember the night we had together, last month?" you asked nervously, still looking at the floor. She brought her hand to your knee and smiled with her teeth, "Of course I do beautiful." You blushed at her and brought your gaze to meet hers, feeling slightly better. You looked into her breathtaking eyes, god, could they be more captivating, more delicate, more sincere. "I just, I need to tell you…" you trailed off as you got more nervous. "I'm pregnant" you blurted. Her eyes widened but she never looked away from you. "You're pregnant?" she asked hesitantly. "I'm pregnant, Larissa. And I haven't been with anyone recently except you, so…" you stopped talking, hoping she would get the hint. Her mouth dropped open to say something, but she paused. It felt like the longest ten seconds of your life. "You’re pregnant with my child?" she whispered. Your eyes teared up, "Yes Larissa, I'm sorry. I just found out." She took your hand in hers, squeezing it softly. Her mouth curled back into a smile as her eyes lightened, "My dear, why would you be sorry? You're telling me that you're carrying my child." "I'm pretty sure" you whispered. "Darling, you have nothing to be sorry about. Come here, love." She embraced you in a hug, pulling you tightly against her. "This is wonderful news" she mused. "Really?!" you couldn’t help but let it slip. She pulled back, "Absolutely! This is the happiest day of my life. I always wanted to be a mother" she said as her lip quivered. Your eyes widened in surprise. Regardless of how much you knew she loved her students, you never expected her to want her own children, especially with you. You sniffled as a tear rolled down your cheek, "You want to have a child with me?" She pulled you back into a hug, giving a kiss to your forehead. "Of course I want to have your child my love. You're going to be a great mother. I cannot wait until our child is born my dear" she sniffled, placing another kiss to your hair. You closed your eyes and breathed for a minute, she wasn't mad, she's happy, over the moon even. "I love you Larissa." Your eyes opened as you realized what you had confessed to her. You knew you had loved her for a while now, but you didn't know if she felt the same. "I love you too, my sweet. I love you so much" she whispered in your ear. You smiled ear to ear but still felt bad about the whole situation.

You pulled back, holding back happy tears and cupped her cheeks. "I'm sorry Rissa, I never really wanted to have children. But honestly, being with you has opened my eyes. I would be so happy to have your child, my goddess." You leaned forward again, placing your head into her chest. "Darling, you don't have to apologize. I understand that motherhood can be intimidating, but trust me when I tell you that once you hold your child, you will love it more than anything." You let your tears fall into her chest, it seemed that your heightened emotions may be hitting you already. "I couldn't love it more than I love you Larissa" you sobbed. She chuckled and rubbed your back, soothing you. "I will hold your hand every step of the way. We will go through this together, okay darling?" Although she was trying to soothe you, her words made you sob more. "Thank you Rissa" you mumbled into her dress. "Shhh, you’re okay" she whispered. You pulled back again and looked up at her, taking in her beauty. She gave you a wide smile and wasted no time in capturing your lips with a passionate kiss. You kissed her back with all the love that you have for her, praying that she really wanted this. She broke from the kiss, "Darling, I love you so much." "I love you to Riss. Are you sure you want this?" She cupped your cheek and brought her forehead to meet yours. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life. Can I worship you, my love?" You blushed at her words, looking down. "I'm so used to doing that for you Riss, I don’t know" you said shyly. "It's my turn to worship you my love. You're my sweet, perfect darling. Let me worship you like nobody else could, let me make you feel like a true goddess." At that, your stomach rumbled, loud. You blushed in embarrassment, but Larissa just chuckled. "I think the baby has a different idea" she smiled. You thought for a minute, you had no clue how to take care of a baby. You were never the best at eating healthy, and now you had to eat for two. You frowned, "Riss, I don't know how to eat, I don't know what food baby needs." The woman chuckled at you again and held your hands in hers. "We will do some research and we will learn together, love. Now, let me make you lunch, hm?" You smiled up at her and nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

You waited on the couch as Larissa came out with a whole wheat chicken sandwich and some boiled vegetables for you and herself. It wasn't something you'd make for yourself normally, but it smelled so good. "Eat, darling" she said as she handed you the plate. As you ate, you smiled and hummed. Larissa chuckled beside you which broke you out of your trance. You looked over at her as she had a sad smile on her face. "You know, I knew that it was possible to get someone pregnant as a shapeshifter, but I didn't think it was very likely to happen. I should be the one apologizing, love, I should've been more careful." You thought about her words before you giggled. "If it was anyone else, I probably would be angry, Riss. But with the woman I love dearly, I'm happy" you smiled.

After you finished eating, Larissa basically threw herself at you, knocking you over on the couch and laying beside you. She peppered your face with kisses before lifting your shirt and kissing your stomach gently. You closed your eyes and revelled in her touch. "I was so scared about our baby Riss" you admit quietly. Larissa moved next to you and placed a kiss on your nose, rubbing your stomach gently. She smiled and whispered, "Oh honey, don't worry about our baby, because I'm not worried, not for a second. Our child will be the most loved, as will you, beautiful." You wrapped your arms around her and found comfort in the crook of her neck. "I could never ask for someone better Riss, I'm so lucky to have you." The older woman smiled and placed a kiss in your hair. "You're the most beautiful thing in all of creation…you're mine, my everything." You let yourself be consumed by Larissa's touch and comforting words, thinking about how gorgeous your baby will be, if they're anything like Larissa. You look up at her, a sly smile on your face. She looked down at you and chuckled, "What?" You leaned into her and brought your lips to her ear. "Even though this wasn't our intention that night, I'd do it all again" you winked.

#larissa weems #principal larissa weems #gwendoline christie #wednesday netflix #gwendolineuniverse #lesbian #principal weems #larissa weems fanfic #so gay omg #larissa x reader #pregnant reader

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grey-gazania · 1 month

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20 questions for fic writers

Yoinked from the lovely @sallysavestheday and @melestasflight!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 65, though one is a compilation of unrelated short pieces.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 199,601

3. What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Tolkien, though I have a few older bits and bobs from other fandoms hanging around.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? In terms of kudos, my various Kidnap Fam stories are overwhelmingly my most popular:

A Stitch in Time (Elrond's life as seen by a quilt)

And They Looked Up and Saw a Star (Early-days Kidnap Fam WIP)

Root and All (Kidnap Fam feat. Maedhros, Elrond, and botany)

Speak No Evil (Kidnap Fam feat. Orkish lessons)

Little Drop of Poison (Kidnap Fam feat. injured Maedhros and healer Elrond)

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to respond to them all, but sometimes my responses are very late, especially if the comment comes when I'm having a depressive episode or a chronic illness flare-up.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Leaving aside unfinished multichaps that will have angsty endings but haven't gotten there yet, it's probably either The Hearts of the Eldar (the Third Kinslaying and all that it entails) or Pain Unbearable (Maedhros' death).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Half Past Ten in the Rose Garden (Caranthir/Caranthir's Wife engagement rom-com). Still debating whether I should add another chapter or wrap it where it is.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Only ever on fics featuring Fingon's wife. Some people get real heated about those.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I don't, nor do I read it. It's very much Not My Thing. I think the closest I've come is The Bed We Share (Fingon/Fingon's Wife, Fingon/Maedhros), which does have a sex scene, but it's not particularly detailed.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No, though I do enjoy reading them on occasion. I'm going to take this opportunity to recommend Evidence by Camwyn on FF.N, which is the single most delightful crossover I've ever read. (Silmarillion/Discworld)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! A kind reader translated Root and All into Russian, where it seems to have been moderately well-received, at least from what I can tell using Google Translate.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope. I suppose I'd be willing to give it a shot, but I do have Very Strong characterization opinions that might make it difficult.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Maedhros/Fingon! Though Elrond/Celebrian and Caranthir/Caranthir's Wife are close seconds, and Glorfindel/Erestor and Legolas/Gimli are very old and longstanding favorites as well.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Things ain't lookin' good for The Longest Journey I Have Known (Fingon's wife and Celebrian travel to Valinor). I am Extremely Stuck.

16. What are your writing strengths? Worldbuilding, character dynamics, and description.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? PLOT. God, I am so bad at come up with interesting plots. Also probably pacing, I need to improve in that respect.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I do it rarely -- in fact I think Maps might be the only Silmarillion story where I've done it. I included a Quenya translation of part of a Yiddish folk song, and in that case I had help from the Lizard Council, and particularly from the esteemed and dearly missed Darth Fingon, who looked over my translation and corrected a few errors.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Star Wars, back in, uh, 1999, I think? I've been doing this for a good 25 years.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Girl, that's like asking a mother to choose her favorite child! But if I absolutely must pick, it's probably The Flight of Birds, which features Elrond, newly arrived on Balar, dealing with his conflicted feelings about his mother.

Tagging @thelordofgifs, @vidumavi, @cuarthol, @swanhild, @leucisticpuffin, @emyn-arnens, @polutrope, @welcomingdisaster, @zealouswerewolfcollector, @that-angry-noldo, @thescrapwitch, @spiritofwhitefire, @swanmaids, @hhimring, @elfscribe, and anyone else who wants to share -- @ me and say I tagged you!

#dash games #fic recs

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quesadillayuri · 4 months

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it's a gift! for @routeriver! for the @mcytblrholidayexchange! hi, i hope you enjoy some foolish & tina shenanigans, with quite a bit of bagina and empanada in there too, because i love those girls!

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Foolish is a fantastic friend.

Honestly, he’d say that he’s a pretty great guy all around, and frankly, he’s been keeping it all together pretty well for a guy in his situation. He got forced into a death game, and then there were all the eggs, and the duel, and the boat leaving him behind as a meteor struck. He’s cracked to pieces, he can’t see out of one eye, and he’s more shark than he’s ever been before, which doesn’t seem like a great sign.

But, comparatively to some people, like Max who died, Foolish is doing pretty well. He looks like shit, sure, but he’s doing well.

Everyone looked like shit at the end of Purgatory, it’s part of being in Purgatory, so Foolish thought everyone would be on the same page.

Tina, apparently, didn’t get the memo.

“Okay, I really don’t think that’s necessary,” Foolish says, squinting at Tina. His vision is blurry, and he knows that he’s been going a little crazy since this started, but he doesn’t think he’s gotten to the stage of hallucinating yet. This means that, unfortunately, his very close, top ten favorite, longest known friend, Tina, is actually reapplying makeup. Tina glances at him in disdain, and makes a face.

“You wouldn’t think that, would you?” She says, looking him up and down. Foolish sputters in disbelief.

“You can’t— Tina, what? Tina, I— You cannot be serious right now?” Foolish hisses, whipping his head around like someone is going to come out with a camera and TV crew and tell him he’s on Punk’d. Tina just hums in acknowledgment, pulling at her face so that she can put a pencil-looking thing to her under eye in a way that cannot be comfortable.

Listen, Foolish loves Tina. People talk, have talked for years and years, about how they seem to butt heads, how they don’t really seem to get along, but Tina and him are friends. Like, real friends. They’re weird, in their own way, but Foolish always has weird friends. He’s friends with Bad, of all people, so everyone should really start to expect his friends to be weird. But, this is where Foolish is drawing the line, because they need to leave. They needed to leave hours ago, but Foolish couldn’t find Tina anywhere.

“Tina—” Foolish tries, but Tina shushes him, waving him off.

“Shhh,” She says, shoving her hand in his face, and he just stares at her with wide eyes. He can’t believe her, this can’t be real.

“Am I— Tina, are you real? This isn’t real, I— This isn’t real, you’re pranking me, this is a prank—” Foolish rambles, collapsing to lay down in the sand, hands over his eyes. The sun is a bright, glaring red, and Foolish thinks that he is going to be the first person to ever experience what nuclear radiation does to a totem. He’s not that interested in being a scientific anomaly, but that’s just how life goes.

Tina does not seem to care much about his crisis. When he tells her that he doesn’t want to become the Federation’s grand scientific discovery, and that his life isn’t worth a Nobel Peace Prize, or any prize, she just shoots him an absent thumbs up. Her tongue sticks out in focus, and Foolish feels a little bit like he’s going to snap into pieces.

“Tina—”

“Oh my God,” Tina hisses, “I’ll be ready in a second, just wait, asshole!”

Foolish isn’t proud of this, okay? He’s a nice guy. He’s a great guy. But, and this is important, he’s known Tina long enough that he doesn’t really need to be nice to her.

So, Foolish does what he has to do. He lassos Tina, picks her up, and launches her into the ocean.

For the first few miles, Tina just floats on top of the sea, letting Foolish do all the hard work of swimming so that she can mope around. Then, Foolish decides that he would also like to breathe air for a second, and she attempts to stay under the water so she doesn’t have to talk to him.

Foolish thinks about letting her drown. He doesn’t let her, but only because she would absolutely tell everyone that he left her to die, and he really does not want to deal with that.

It’s only on hour three that she says something, and honestly he’s regretting wishing that she would talk to him at all.

“Could we not have built a boat?” She says, spitting water out of her mouth as he speeds up. He can’t maintain the speed, but it’s good to keep her on her toes. He dives under the water too, just to humble her. It’s a little petty, but Foolish is a little petty, and she’s been so put together this whole time, that he just can’t really help himself.

She starts yelling as soon as he surfaces, which he takes as a good sign that he’s succeeded in making her angry, until he realizes that it’s actually kind of awful, because he’s the one stuck with an angry Tina for the next few hours. She starts swimming faster, just to get closer so she can yell in his ear, but she can’t keep up. He doesn’t fault her for that, because Tina is wearing seven layers of clothing at any given time and Foolish is incredibly aerodynamic. Foolish is also a shark, but he thinks the aerodynamics is what really gives him the advantage.

Once Tina has finished yelling at him, and once Foolish is done trying to get her to yell more, they drift in silence. Foolish knows which direction the island is, and the wind is, thankfully, pushing the ocean that way so he doesn’t have to work as hard, so for a little while, he’s able to chill. Tina has decided to dedicate herself to dethorning the lasso around her. It was fashioned from a vine that seemed to be pretty painful for everyone that wasn’t made of precious metals with skin that isn’t as thick as a sharks. Foolish knows Tina’s durable enough to not feel the thorns, and even if she wasn’t, the many layers of clothing do a good job at protecting her.

She’s probably just bored, being alone with her thoughts. Tina’s never liked that. Foolish doesn’t mind it nearly as much as she does. Foolish likes to think, contrary to popular belief. He used to always think aloud, but once he started living around people again, he realized that talking to yourself isn’t the best trait to have. So, he tries to keep in on lock, at least when he’s thinking about things he doesn’t want to share.

Foolish shares a lot with Tina, but it’s been a long week, and Foolish has a lot to think about for himself, so he lets her struggle on her own.

There’s something itching at him. It might be all the people left behind, by the boat they couldn’t make it to, and by Foolish who couldn’t find them: Cellbit, Baghera, Etoiles, and Bad. It might be Max, who Foolish is still trying to wrap his head around because he died and he also nuked the island. It’s not that though, because it’s something smaller. He wracks his brain, trying to figure out what’s bothering him, because he knows it’s something, someone.

He thinks it has to do with Tina.

And then Tina screams, and the thought is left behind, because holy shit, who the fuck is that?

“That’s a person, oh God—” Tina starts yelling, so Foolish starts yelling because oh, God, that is a person.

There is a person, sinking in the water beneath them, and Foolish makes the split second decision of ‘I should probably help this guy’ and dives under the water, reaching blindly for the pale, thrashing person in the water. When he makes contact, the person is distinctly furry, and Foolish recognizes the bright orange vest of the workers. The worker tries to fight Foolish’s hold, but Foolish is strong enough to get a good grasp, and he doesn’t care at all if he has to knock this guy out to stop them from drowning.

So, he does that, and he ties part of the rope around them too. The worker is... weirdly buoyant, so it’s once again, just him and Tina swimming, this time with a furry mass bobbing beside them. It’s weird, and Tina hisses every time the worker floats a little too close to her, but it’s altogether pretty alright. They make small talk, but Tina always seems half-focused on watching the guy out of the corner of her eye.

Foolish can’t remember much, but Tina being wary, paranoid, doesn’t strike him as especially strange. It should, probably, because Tina has seemed fairly upbeat and positive the whole time she’s been on the island, but it doesn’t.

Foolish puts Tina into the same category as Bad. They’re weird, obviously, and Foolish knows there’s some sort of complicated history with them, but he just can’t remember. He tries not to let it bother him. Some things he can’t change, and island-induced amnesia seems to be one of those things.

She seems happy enough when they spot the beaches of the Island, but Foolish supposes that anyone would be happy at that point.

When they climb onto land, Tina detaches herself from Foolish almost instantly, ripping the rope from around her body. They drag the unconscious worker onto land, and as Foolish stabilizes the guy, Tina scrunches the water out of her hair. Agent 18 meets them, and after a small crisis where Foolish has to confirm that yes, he is alive and yes, they should probably stop having funerals for him, they’re able to escort the other worker into the Federation building. Apparently, he was not normal, and was a worker from the other island, which makes a lot more sense.

Tina seems glad to go along with them, lamenting the ways she was rejected from the Federation as an employee. Foolish isn’t really holding out hope that she’ll actually become a worker, due to her... associations. He says as much.

“I don’t think they’ll let you in,” Foolish says, and Tina frowns at him.

“Wha— Why not?” She asks incredulously, crossing her arms, “I have all the qualifications.”

“Oh yeah,” Foolish says sarcastically, “Like being a barista! So highly qualified.” She rolls her eyes, and elbows him harshly.

“Yeah, exactly,” She says, squinting up at him, challenging him, “I’ll have you know I’m incredibly skilled.”

“I’m sure you are,” Foolish placates, before pausing. He has to figure out how to say this in a way that won’t make her yell at him. He looks to Agent 18 for help, but he is studiously ignoring both of them in favor of arranging a small prison cell around the Unnamed Freaky Eye Worker. Foolish takes a deep breath, and turns to Tina.

“Based on your...” He pauses, and Tina looks like she’s about four seconds away from smacking him, “associations, they’d probably think you’re a spy.”

“My associations?” Tina asks, and now Foolish is confused, because it seems pretty obvious. Pretty cut-and-dry, if he says so himself.

“Well, y’know, you and Bagi?” Foolish says it slowly, in case Tina is concussed and needs him to speak slower than usual. She looks a little spacey, eyes wide and mildly panicked. He continues nervously, “She’s not really on great terms with the Federation, and well— like, y’know, if she’s not on their good side, then you’re not on their good side. It’s like those people who are attached to each other and can’t be separated, like twins, conjoined twins—”

Now, Foolish could’ve kept talking. He’s pretty good at it. Tina doesn’t really let him, because Tina is Tina and Tina is a freak, so she starts coughing violently in response.

Foolish immediately stops talking, rushing over panicked to Tina because if she chokes and dies now, he’s gonna be so pissed. Tina is wide-eyed, flushed, and Foolish thinks that he either majorly fucked up his perception of events or Tina is wildly more concussed than he thought she was.

“What makes you—” She coughs again, and clears her throat. “What makes you say that?” She asks. She seems normal, but Foolish knows Tina, and Foolish knows that something is very wrong. Her eyes are sharp, and her tone is frantic, and Foolish gets the sinking suspicion that he has triggered something that he’s not sure the fallout of, but he’s sure that he doesn’t want to know the fallout of.

“Nothing,” Foolish says, turning away from Tina and pretending like he can’t feel her eyes boring into his skull. Agent 18 has, conveniently, slipped out of the room, so it’s just Foolish, Tina, and an unconscious, furry cyclops sleeping like a brick in a prison cell. “It was, uh— I was just saying, y’know, because everyone knows that you and her are like— Well, It’s nothing.”

Foolish is so good at this. He should win an award. He should win ten awards.

“It’s not nothing!” She yells, obviously not caring if their prisoner wakes up, “What do you mean everyone knows—”

“I didn’t mean anything, I just said it randomly!”

“Well, I’m just randomly telling you to continue!” Tina hisses, and Foolish feels a beat of anger in his chest. It’s a little like arguing with Bad, an age old familiarity that shouldn’t attach itself to someone that he really doesn’t have any working memories about.

“Why do you care so much?” Foolish says, like an idiot, because obviously Tina would want to know why everyone thought her and Cellbit’s cool, but kinda insane, sister were involved in some sort of... deal, or whatever.

“I don’t care,” Tina says petulantly, like an even bigger idiot, because obviously, she does.

“Obviously, you do!” Foolish says, mildly hysterical because he’s the one that’s been getting yelled at for something he thought was supposed to be obvious.

“You’re the one that cares, asshole!” Foolish’s eye twitches, but Tina just kind of glares at him, her tail lashing behind her. Foolish isn’t really paying attention to it, but if he was, he’d see that it’s less of a cat tail and more of a demon’s, with a spade tip and a sharp look to it. Tina’s eyes are dark with slit pupils, but Foolish is more focused on his own show of dramatics, tossing his hands above his head as his own eyes glow in frustration. Through the cracks in his body, a totem’s glowing light can be seen, simmering under the surface in a mildly angry boil.

“Oh my god, whatever,” Foolish groans, pushing his hood down as he runs his hand through still-wet hair. He slides down the wall to sit down, energy leaving him. He was already tired, and the adrenaline of purgatory, and having to swim for his life, and then the thrilling argument with Tina had already started to leave him. He’s just kinda tired now, and he can feel the water seeping under his skin through the cracks, leaving him feeling just kind of damp. Through just a look at Tina, he can tell that she feels similarly, collapsing down to sit next to him.

She still looks pristine, Foolish notes bitterly. Her skin is clear and glowing, and her hair has light waves from the water but no knots, and from what Foolish can see, there’s not a single cut or scar or burn on her. It’s honestly kind of frustrating.

They both just breathe, for a minute or two. Foolish lets himself wind down, but Tina seems lost in thought, brow furrowing every so often as she mumbles to herself quietly. She looks up at him, at one point, and Foolish is too tired to do anything but just kinda look back, expectantly.

“The Federation thinks we have something going on?” Tina asks, whispering. It’s a stark contrast to before, and Foolish can’t help but continue to feel like he missed something.

“Yeah,” Foolish says, and once he starts, he can’t really stop. “But, I mean, It’s not just them. We all thought something was going on, and— well, like, Cellbit said he crashed some sort of date, and Bagi told you she loved you that one time—”

“She what?” Tina interrupts shrilly, almost squealing at him. Foolish doesn’t quite block his eyes, but he flinches enough that Tina grimaces in apology, repeating herself quietly. “She what?” She says again, this time in more of a stage whisper.

“Yeah,” Foolish says, mildly amused, “I thought you were just being nice about it, but, like, I guess she said it as you were leaving. It was right at the beginning, like when teams were getting picked, and then you went to your team— and, well, like, we all knew she liked you.”

Tina looks a little shell shocked, and Foolish understands why. It’s a lot to hear that some girl is in love with you when you had no idea. Foolish has had his fair share of clueless days, so he empathizes with Tina not knowing. Tina’s very pretty, and people tend to fall in love with you when you’re incredibly pretty and kind and funny. Foolish would know. So, he’s very willing to be there as Tina figures out what to do.

“It’s okay, Tina,” He says, because he’s a great, and incredibly observant friend, “It’s just that with her liking you, the Federation won’t let you join, even if you don’t like her back. It’s very unfair.”

He’s so good at this friendship stuff.

“Wait,” Tina says, and Foolish waits, because he’s great. Tina pulls back, “You think I don’t like Bagi?”

Foolish is confused. Tina is confused. They’re both just staring at each other, as Foolish tries to piece together the puzzle in his brain. Bagi likes Tina, Foolish knew this. Tina likes Bagi, and Foolish did not know this. Together, this means that—

Something clicks.

“Oh my god,” Foolish says.

“Foolish,” Tina groans, already tired of him and his revelations.

“Oh my god!”

“Foolish, it’s really not that big a deal—”

“Tina, I had no idea—”

“You’re yelling, Foolish,”

“You’re gay?”

“Yes, I like her, it’s really not—” Tina pauses. Foolish is looking at her, incredulous. “Foolish,” Tina says, completely and utterly shell-shocked, “You didn’t know I was gay?”

“No idea,” Foolish says, “You didn’t give off any of the signs.”

“Foolish, I’ve been obsessed with her since the moment she joined. I said that she made me nervous and that she was the coolest person I’d ever met, and that I desperately wanted her to like me—”

“Oh my god,” Foolish groans, and Tina cackles at him.

“You didn’t know?” She says, breathlessly, like she can’t believe it because she can’t.

“I had no idea, I thought—” He gestures aimlessly, mildly pathetic, and Tina can’t stop laughing at him.

“What did,” She interrupts herself, laughing even harder, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, “What the fuck did you think?”

“I didn’t realize!” Foolish whines, and she doubles over, almost rolling on the ground from how hard she’s laughing. He’s embarrassed, but he’s not terribly surprised. Tina’s been obsessive over Bagi since the moment they met, but it didn’t strike him as weird or crush-y, because his mind was telling him that’s how Tina is. That’s how Tina was. Vaguely, he can grasp memories of her acting like this before, with warrior girls and tricky fairies, and he just— hadn’t thought of it.

She’s always been Tina to him, since the moment they re-met on the island. She’s indescribable, because he can’t remember anything about her, just that she is her and he’s known her and loved her for centuries. She’s his best friend, and he can’t describe her at all. Part of him is desperately, terribly sad, despite how he’s laughing with her now, because this is basic stuff. He thinks that, maybe, before the island, he would’ve known this, and he would’ve been there to meet all the girlfriends and know all the inside gossip. This time, though, he didn’t. He couldn’t remember, and then they went to Purgatory.

There’s so much about Tina that he used to know, that he should remember, and he doesn’t. It makes him a little sick, and it makes him a little sad. Mostly, it just makes him feel empty.

Foolish is a good friend, and he’s an observant guy, he really is. He can pick up on things easily, and he thinks that, maybe, in another life, he would’ve known this about Tina instantly, would’ve remembered and categorized it away in his head. The island makes things slippery, makes things harder to hold onto, both memories and objects and people.

Foolish wants to say this. Tell Tina that he’s sorry he forgot and that he misses her and that he knows her but can’t remember her and that he wants to remember.

“Congrats on coming out,” he says instead, because it’s not the time for that.

“Thanks,” Tina replies, instead of saying I know. Foolish can hear the words underneath it anyway. He wipes at the tears in his eyes, formulated from laughing so hard he almost cracked another rib, and Tina does the same, waving at her eyes with her hands, so she doesn’t mess up her makeup even further.

Oh my god, the makeup.

“Was the makeup for Bagi?” Foolish asks, and Tina stops, glancing over to him, wide-eyed.

“Um,” Tina says, “It depends. Does it look good?” Foolish groans loudly, which makes Tina flush in embarrassment, checking herself in a mirror situated on the wall to make sure it’s still good. It’s messy, from her dive in the ocean, but Tina still looks lovely, nearly sent from Heaven. The demonic influence helps, her form shifting to always look tempting and perfect compared to others, a secret invitation to Hell disguised as a welcome into Heaven, but it’s mostly her own skill and dedication to presentation.

“Looks like shit,” Foolish lies, and she smacks the side of his head with her hand.

“Oh, fuck off,” She grumbles, wiping off bits of watery mascara that have become runny due to the swim. Foolish wheezes a loud windshield-wiper laugh. Tina startles at the noise, which only causes him to laugh even louder.

There’s a grumble from the bed, and they both whip around to see the Eyeball Worker blink a bleary eye awake. This is their cue to run, and Foolish doesn’t hesitate to jump up and throw Tina over his shoulder, slamming open doors and sprinting out of the building at an unrivaled, never-seen-before speed.

“I’ll drop you at her house,” Foolish wheezes, and Tina screams in his ear as revenge.

“Put me down, asshole, I’ll find my own way home,” She says, and Foolish grins, slowing and stopping to drop her unceremoniously on her ass. He waves goodbye, as he runs in another direction, and she dazedly waves back, wobbling as she gets back on her feet.

“Fucking scumbag,” Tina says, shaking herself out, tail whipping behind her. Tina combs a hand through her hair, checking to make sure that the cat ear accessories placed over her horns are still in place, and turning around to make sure her tail is still looking like a cat tail. As she’s checking herself over, she hears a twig snap behind her somewhere, and she sighs as she fully turns to look.

“Foolish, I swear to—”

It’s Bagi. A tired, messy-looking, still kind-of-dirty Bagi, but Bagi nonetheless. It’s also a Bagi with a little girl in her arms. She’s tiny, and wide-eyed, and has tiny little horns that mimic Tina’s peeking out from under a floppy, pancake-esque hat.

“Um,” Tina says, eloquently, before her brain catches up with her and her face flares with embarrassment because, really, Tina, that’s what you say to your kind-of-girlfriend, kind-of-not that you haven’t seen for days holding a child that looks kinda like you.

“Hi,” Bagi says, like Tina’s not an idiot, and Tina falls a little bit more in love with her.

“Hi,” Tina says, because she is an idiot. She tries not to think about how bad she wants to kill herself out of embarrassment, as Bagi tries to not think about how gorgeous Tina is even with, especially with, wet hair and smudged makeup.

“Hi!” The little girl says, “I’m Empanada.” She holds out an expectant hand, and looks up at Tina with all the confidence and flair that Tina never had as a kid.

“Hello, Empanada,” Tina says, smiling softly, “I’m Tina.”

“I know,” Empanada says frankly, and Tina recoils slightly, still smiling but this time far more confusedly. Empanada clearly notices this, because she continues. “You’re my mom,” she says, “It was on my certificate. That means you can call me Em.” She rummages around in her dress pockets, squirming in Bagi’s arms before she hands Tina a carefully folded certificate that proclaims Tina as her mother, along with Bagi, Jaiden, Mouse, and Niki.

“Ah,” Tina says, “It’s lovely to meet you then, Emmy.” The nickname slips out, but Em just grins widely and holds out two arms, making grabby hands until Tina leans forward enough for her to wrap her arms tightly around Tina’s neck. She jumps out of Bagi’s arms and clings to Tina in a strong enough hug to knock her breathless.

“Hi, Eomma Tina!” Em says, head tucked over Tina’s shoulder making it so that she’s talking just loud enough for Tina’s ears to mildly ache, “It’s so, so, so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you from Mamãe Bagi. She said that you were very nice and very smart, and she said you were really pretty, and she wasn’t lying, because you are!”

Tina turns to look at Bagi, who’s turning more red by the second. “Em,” Bagi says, mildly frantic and wide-eyed as she studiously does not make eye contact with Tina, but Em just barrels on.

“Honestly, I thought she was gonna be lying, because she clearly likes you, but she wasn’t, which is nice,” Em says, before pulling away to frown at Tina. “Do you like her too? Because she really likes you, and it’s not a normal like, but a like-like, and it would be cool if my moms were dating.”

Tina hums, and out of the corner of her eye she can see Bagi redden even further, which she didn’t even think was fully possible.

“Em,” Bagi chides, “Tina just got back. Let’s not overwhelm her with questions.” She takes Em from Tina’s arms, avoiding eye contact and physical contact by any means necessary.

“I don’t like Mamãe Bagi,” Tina says, lowering herself to Em’s line of vision. Em frowns, and Tina can hear Bagi’s breath hitch slightly, and she decides to take a risk. She taps Em’s nose, and when the girl scrunches her nose, Tina laughs softly.

“I love Bagi,” Tina says, and when it registers in her brain, Em beams with a huge smile, turning in Bagi’s arms to look up at Bagi. Tina hurriedly takes Em’s face in her hands, and when Em looks at her quizzically, Tina puts a finger up to her mouth in a shushing motion.

“Shh,” Tina whispers loudly, enough that Bagi can hear but quiet enough that Em thinks it’s a real whisper, “You can’t tell her before I do. It’s a secret.”

Em nods gravely, and makes a zipping motion over her mouth, before turning back into Bagi’s arms and giggling to herself. Tina rises from where she was crouched, and resolutely does not look at Bagi as she links their arms. She allows herself to grasp Bagi’s upper arm softly, as she walks so close to her that they’re knocking into each other.

“Let’s go home,” Tina says, finally looking at Bagi. Bagi doesn’t say much, just nods with a stupid smile on her face and lets Tina drag all three of them to her house, content to listen fondly as Em and Tina chatter quickly with each other.

#HIIII #hope you enjoy the gift i am so sorry its so far past the holidays!#happy new year i guess!!! i really do hope you enjoy heart heart #qsmp #foolish #tinakitten #oibagi #bagina #bagikitten #qsmp shipping #qsmp fanfic #my fic #holiday exchange 2023

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title - mixup

pairing - robert fischer x fem!reader

summary - after the death of his father, robert realizes life is short and decides now’s the time to make his move on you. however, miscommunications erupt and leave you both feeling hurt.

word count - 10k

warnings - smut (18+), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, drinking of alcohol before sexy times (idk if there’s a specific name for this but thought i’d mention it just in case), robert gets a little mean (not for long) and it actually kind of hurt to write

author’s note - um so i wrote this a while ago and barely went back through to edit, so don’t burn me at the stake. it’s also the first time i’ve written smut in like, forever, so don’t come for me lmao

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Robert Fischer, son of a multi-millionaire. Robert Fischer, tired and uncomfortable after his long flight from Sydney to LA. Robert Fischer, already tired of hearing condolences. His father’s death, while expected, was shocking, and Robert didn’t particularly feel like hearing from people who didn’t know him give their sorrows to him through their grinning perfectly white teeth.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he waited for his luggage at baggage claim. He couldn’t wait to get out of the stuffy airport and take the longest nap he’s ever had. He wanted to sleep, but knew that’s probably unlikely seeing as arrangements for his father’s funeral will need to be run through him, as well as any company matters. His uncle Peter should contact him shortly, as he had told Robert he would have to take care of some things before Robert came back into town. He glanced down at his phone. Now that he was off of the plane he was sure to receive at least a dozen messages, emails, any way of contacting him, he probably had a message on it.

Finally he recognized his suitcase and duffle bag. He shouldered the duffle bag and grabbed the rolling suitcase, finally ready to hopefully have the silent driver. He was not excited for more human interaction, he thought as he handed his passport to the man working TSA.

At least, he thought he wasn’t excited to talk to anyone until he looked up and saw you standing, waiting for him. Your nose was in your day planner that you always carried with you, standing next to the driver who held a sign that said ‘Fischer’. He took a deep breath, his nerves acting up as he saw your pretty face scrunched in concentration. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, relieved to see you, perhaps the only person he wished to see in the whole world.

You finally looked up at him, and a small smile settled on your lips as you saw him. Butterflies erupted in his stomach and he suddenly felt like he was sweating. The corners of his mouth twitched up as he approached you. Luckily, the driver was silent as he grabbed Robert’s luggage from him. He wanted to throw his arms around you, but held back.

“I hope you had a good flight, Mr. Fischer.” Right, you were just his secretary.

“As good as any ten hour flight can be.” He said, raising his eyebrows with a certain sass that he hadn’t meant to convey, at least, not to you. The driver began to lead the two of you to the car parked outside.

“I apologize for intruding on your drive back, Mr. Fischer-” God, he hated when you called him that. “-But I needed to go over some things with you.” He nodded. He wished you were on every drive.

“Of course.” He tried not to hope it was because you secretly wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see you.

The two of you stepped into the sunlight and he felt like the air left his lungs. You had a perfect halo surrounding you, confirming his suspicions that you must be some sort of angel. His angel. He hoped his desperation to hold you close to him didn’t show, he had mastered the art of stoicism for a reason, but he always worried that you would be the one to crack it.

The driver went around the back of the car to load the luggage in, and you began to reach for the handle of the back of the sedan. You were seconds away from pulling on it with your well manicured hand, but he rushed forward, popping open the door easily and holding it open for you. He gestured for you to go in first, and you smiled and shook your head, gripping your day planner tightly as you crawled in first. He tried to hide his smile but it was no use, not when it was you making him smile.

As the two of you settled in the back, Robert slid the divider between the driver and the two of you up. Your day planner sat in your lap, and he noticed from your neatly crossed off notes that you had done quite a lot that day, even without him. He felt a sudden guilt, he hadn’t done anything other than board a flight that day. True, it had been a grueling and long flight, but still, not difficult compared to what you had done for the day. His guilt melted away as he looked up at your smile.

“You know, I should be opening the door for you. You are my boss.” You raised an eyebrow at him. He found that only your sass and sarcasm could match his. He loved it.

“Well, I believe the saying is ‘ladies first’, right?” He said with a soft smile. You let out a laugh at his remark. He smiled wider at your reaction, but you don’t seem to notice, lost in the humor.

“At least chivalry’s not completely dead.” You smiled, and he couldn’t help but grin at you, showing his teeth. It was rare that you saw him so joyful, but you saw it more often than anyone else, of that he was certain. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, and your smile faded. He wondered with anxiety if he had said something wrong, or if there was something in his teeth. If he had known you were going to be at the airport-

“Mr. Fischer.” You bit your lip, looking hesitant. He gulped the lump in his throat, or he at least tried to. “I’m sorry about your father.” He deflated a little at the mention of his father, at the subject of his death ruining his moment with you. Even beyond the grave his father messed with his life. “I know you’re tired of hearing it already, and it would be rude of me not to say anything, so there, I won’t mention it again.” His heart leapt at your words and his lips parted in surprise.

“Thank you.” He said, and this time, unlike every other hundreds of interactions he’s already had just like this, he genuinely meant it. He wondered how you knew he was tired of it. He was sure he gave no indication. Maybe you really did just know him better than anyone else. In fact, after meetings with his father, you would be there right afterwards, ready with his favorite coffee and a warm pastry from down the street at the small bakery that he knows you love. Every. Single. Meeting. Sometimes they happened more than twice a week, but you always seemed to pick up on his sour moods afterwards, and you always went out of your way to cheer him up. You often drew a smiley face on the lid of his cup. He tried paying you back for it, but you always said it was on you and denied any payback.

The silence fell back over the two of you like a fuzzy blanket, and Robert swore, watching you write something new down in your planner, that he had never loved anyone as much as you. His heart skipped a beat thinking of your pleasantries. The pastries and coffee were thoughtful. You always greeted him in the morning or before you left, and you never minded staying late to help, even when he insisted you go. You were kind to him. He wondered if it was all pity, if it would stop now that his father was gone. Robert had never been religious, but he prayed to every god that you wouldn’t stop. He wasn’t sure what he would do without your cute smiley faces on his coffee.

Shifting in the leather seat of the sedan, you tried to busy yourself with your planner, trying your best to look busy. It was never easy telling someone you were sorry for their loss, even worse when it’s your boss, you have a slight crush on him, and you know his relationship with his father was less than ideal.

You were more observant than most, especially when it came to Robert. You tried not to be when you first started working at Fischer Morrow, but it’s always hard to keep your eyes off of important and attractive people, which Robert certainly was. It was disappointing that he was your boss. As handsome as he was, you being in a relationship with your boss was definitely against company policy, granted he would even want to start anything with you.

It was hard not to think about though, hard not to do anything about, either. Your trips to the bakery down the street was one of those instances. From your first couple days at Fischer Morrow you knew the relationship between Robert and his father Maurice was not good. You took notice immediately, how his face was in a permanent frown after the meetings and lasted the rest of the day, how he didn’t speak much unless he needed to. He tucked himself away in his office and would busy himself with work. This bothered you greatly. You were his secretary, after all, and while it might not have been in your job description to do it, you couldn’t help but want to give him some joy from life, even if it was a small one.

You took notice of the coffees he usually ordered and memorized it, getting a different pastry until you concluded which was his favorite. You knew it was probably a bit weird to memorize his order, but when he returned to his office after meetings and saw the bakery items sitting there, the corners of his mouth would twitch up, and he would stick his head out of his office to thank you, softly. He offered to pay you back every single time, but you brushed it off. Your overtime was certainly enough to keep you buying your boss the coffee, and you truly didn’t mind. Seeing him happy, and knowing you were the cause made you happy.

Now, that was the problem with Robert Fischer. It would have been so much easier not to have a crush on him if he was just an attractive man. But he was insistently kind and quite humorous. He wasn’t always that way, he knew when to be serious and when he needed to put his foot down, but that only seemed to make him better. It almost made you swoon to think about. Swooning… it made you think of the time you spent in his office, three weeks ago.

It had been a long day at the offices. The wolves were closing in on the company, on Robert specifically, knowing that Maurice could go at any minute. It disgusted you, the way they swooped in to collect and try to break Robert down into deals. You knew it was all part of running a major corporation, but you worried for Robert. It was stressful, and he was already stressed enough with his father on his deathbed.

You were the only two left, most of the lights were off, but you sat at your desk, going over the calendar, making sure everything was up-to-date and ready for the next day. Being Robert’s only secretary was an important job, and it had it’s own stressful work, but you thought it was quite rewarding to work for him, which was why you stayed late. You didn’t really need overtime, but you wanted to make sure everything ran as smoothly as it could for Robert’s sake.

Seeing that the calendar was updated and everything was ready for tomorrow and the week ahead, you checked the time. It was half past eight. You sighed, but grabbed the documents you needed and strolled to Robert’s office. The door was open and you knocked on the dark wood.

Robert looked up at you, and his eyebrows rose, clearly surprised to see you still there. He also looked quite busy, papers littered his desk, an empty mug of coffee sitting in its place on the coaster. He readjusted in his chair, leaning forward.

“Y/n, I thought you’d gone home.” He said. You smiled, shrugging.

“There’s always work to be done, Mr. Fischer.”

“Clearly.” He laughed, looking at his own desk. You liked when he laughed, it made him look younger. “What are you working on?” He asked. It wasn’t often that he was curious enough to ask, he trusted you to get your work done correctly and on time.

“The proposal for the meeting tomorrow morning.” You said, gesturing with the papers in your hand. He beckoned you in, and so you did. He stood up to meet you halfway, and you handed him the papers. His fingers brushed gently against yours as he took the documents from you, but you pretended not to feel the electric current that passed through you.

“Shit.” He cursed.

“What?” You asked.

“I forgot all about it.” He ran his hand through his hair, clearly stressed. “It’s not ready yet.” Your eyes went wide. This was perhaps the most important meeting this week. Your eyes softened as you watched his eyes scan the papers hurriedly, suddenly understanding just how much his father’s condition must be stressing him out.

“Come on, I’ll help you put it together.” You said, walking quickly to the door to grab your meeting details.

“Y/n,” He stopped you as you got to the door. “You don’t have to stay, I can get my driver to get you home safe.” The papers were forgotten for a moment, his hands at his sides. You smiled.

“Not a chance. We’ll get it done faster if we work together.” With that, you grabbed the file off of your desk and made your way back to his office, where he had started arranging piles of paper on the floor.

The two of you worked, talking about what order things went in or what documents matched what outlines and exhibits. You worked rather well together. You sat on his rug, scanning the words on the paper, but they were starting to blur together. You barely noticed Robert handing you a cup of coffee, you hadn’t noticed him brewing any. You accepted gratefully, taking a sip.

“I know it’s not as good as that cafe, but it’ll keep us awake.” You felt the buzz of caffeine already.

“No doubt.” You laughed.

You looked over at him, just a glance, and you could see how tired he was. You were glad you had stayed. He had enough stress on his shoulders as it was, and this proposal would’ve kept him here all night if you hadn’t. In the yellow glow of his lamp, even exhausted, he looked handsome. He certainly was under too much pressure, he worked too much for being so young. You two were close in age, and you couldn’t imagine having his job. True, he’d been raised to one day inherit it, but that didn’t make it much better.

You wanted to say something to him, something that would help him relieve his stress, but you weren’t sure you were the right person for that. You wanted to tell him he was doing his best and that was all that mattered, but in the business world, that mindset could get you eaten alive. All you wanted was to reassure him, and you settled on just helping finish putting the proposal together. That would be the most helpful to him right now.

Finally, the two of you began to clean up. You sighed in relief. The proposal was ready for tomorrow and, looking outside, it was still nighttime at least. You held back a yawn, but failed. Robert seemed to notice, and he dropped the file on his desk. You both looked at the clock. It was nearly eleven.

“Come on, I’ll get my driver to take you home.” His hand hovered on your lower back, and if you weren’t so tired your heart would have been jumping out of your chest.

“Thanks, Mr. Fischer.” You smiled at him, clearly the coffee only worked so much.

The two of you got down to the parking garage, where the driver was waiting with the keys. The two of you climbed in the backseat, and you told the driver your address, thanking him, before Robert slid the divider up. The two of you sat there, and you had your eyes closed.

“Thank you, Y/n.” Robert said softly. You hummed in response, a small smile starting.

“It’s no problem, really.” You told him, opening your eyes to look at him. He looked a bit nervous, his usual confidence gone. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“You just saved my ass, you know, telling me about the proposal.” He couldn’t look at you, instead twiddling his thumbs as he looked down at them, his voice still soft.

“Like I said, it’s no issue. You’re under a lot of stress, it’s normal to forget things in such situations.” You said, feeling your heart pang in hurt for him.

“Situations. Right.” He scoffed, looking out the window, watching the sky scrapers shrink as you headed out towards the suburbs. “Not everyday you inherit something like this.” You wanted to comfort him, but again, you didn’t think it should’ve been you. You wanted it to be you, though. Damn it, you may not be close but you cared about him, and he was clearly hurting.

“You’re great you know.” You said, and he nearly got whiplash he turned so fast to face you. “And you’re gonna be just fine at this. You’re just not used to it yet, but you will be. And-and you’re gonna make this company great.” You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, feeling the heat rise in your body, and you prayed that in the darkness he couldn’t tell. Robert seemed speechless.

“Thank you, Y/n… really.” His voice went soft again, and you hoped you said the right things. You nodded, scared that if you spoke it might come out as a squeak.

You looked out the window and noticed familiar houses, knowing you were growing steadily closer to your home, probably only a couple streets away. You suddenly wished more than anything that he would ask you to stay. For what reason, you didn’t know. You just didn’t want it to be over. He had laughed, he had joked with you… He had been vulnerable with you. You just wanted to be in his presence a bit longer.

You tried to push the thought from your mind. It was stupid. You had a stupid crush on your handsome boss and that was it. And, as much as it hurt to admit and think about, it wasn’t like he loved you. You weren’t his wife, or hell, even his girlfriend. You were his secretary. A cog in the machine that makes Fischer Morrow run. Replaceable.

The car slowed to a stop outside of your small home, and you turned to Robert, thanking him for the ride home and wishing him a goodnight. He told you it was no problem, an echoing of your earlier sentiments, and he said he’d see you the next day. You hopped out of the car and up the steps of your home. You noticed the sedan sat there until you made your way inside before driving off.

You pulled yourself out of the memory. You would’ve done almost anything to stay in that car a little longer, but here you were, three weeks later. It was different now, you supposed. His father was gone, Robert was going to be burying him. It wasn’t exactly an ideal time to cherish your moments together, but you couldn’t help it. You loved the small moments you got to have with Robert.

It was all you had to think of him by. It was all you were ever going to have. Robert, even if he knew of your affections for him, would never return it. Why would he? He was a big deal, even if he didn’t always act like it, he was important, and you were his lowly secretary. It was a fantasy to imagine he would choose you when he could have models or socialites, or any woman for that matter. It was a fantasy to imagine him confessing his love to you in the rain, but it was just that, a fantasy, and fantasies aren’t real.

You capped the pen in your hand and glanced at Robert in the seat next to you, only to find he was already looking at you. Surprised, you saw that his face was relaxed, any hint of stress that had been there earlier was gone. His gaze was soft, raking over your face carefully. You blinked a couple times, not completely unsure this wasn’t a dream. The way he looked at you… Surely not. You hoped your surprise remained in your head and didn’t show on your face.

Robert moved closer, turning more towards you. You held your breath as his hand moved towards you, brushing against your cheek as he moved a strand of hair behind your ear. You could feel the heat rising in your face, embarrassed, you tried to look away to hide it, but Robert moved his hand under your chin, keeping you looking at him. You noticed the pink tinge to his cheeks. You looked at him, the surprise you tried to hold back came through, but he simply looked at you softly. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was looking at you with adoration.

Even more to your surprise, he moved even closer to you, and you could smell his cologne strongly. His scent basked over you, you had never been this close to him before. His breath mingled with yours, his nose barely touching yours as he moved ever closer. Coming to your senses about what must be happening, you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him lightly away from you. His face read disappointment.

“You’re grieving Mr. Fischer.” You said, looking down at your lap. He was still rather close to you. You heard him sigh.

“No, I haven’t been alone with you in exactly three weeks. I should’ve walked you to your door, I should’ve kissed you when I had the chance.” It was now your turn to get whiplash at his words. “I’ve been putting this off for too long, and life is too short.” You blinked a couple times at him in shock, unsure how to respond. Was he just saying the right things? Or did he really mean it?

He moved closer to you again, slower this time, and you realized he was letting you move away if you wanted to. You knew that you shouldn’t kiss him. He was your boss, there were rules against this, and if HR found out they’d have an absolute field day with the two of you. But none of that seemed to matter, because Robert Fischer had just told you he should’ve kissed you weeks ago, and now you needed to know what that was like. Hoping your breath wasn’t bad, you leaned forward and your lips met.

The kiss was passionate. His lips were warm and soft as they moved against yours in a perfect rhythm. His hand moved to cup your cheek, gently running his thumb over your soft skin. Your hands found their way to his hair, tangling themselves in his chocolate locks. Fireworks were going off in your stomach, and you were convinced that only air could take you away from him now.

Correct in your assumptions, you both broke away from each other, panting for breath when there was no more air to breathe. You sat there with your foreheads together, both breathing heavily. In that moment you were very glad that the windows are tinted and the divider is up, that the driver couldn’t see nor hear you in that moment.

After a few moments of labored breathing, and looking into Robert’s eyes, he spoke.

“Come up to my hotel room.” He breathed quietly. Your chest constricted as your face flushed.

“Are you sure?” You asked him, your cheeks burning.

“Yes, I want to spend more time with you.” Your lungs stop working for a moment. What kind of time is he implying? You wondered to yourself if it really matters. Time with Robert, any kind of time, is fine with you.

“Okay.” You smiled, moving to fix his now messy hair, blushing at how your fingers had ruined it, and he laughed lightly as you did.

As the two of you pulled up to Robert’s hotel, he couldn’t help but feel absolutely flustered. He had finally made a move on you, and you had denied him at first. Your reasoning was sound, and he wondered if it was possible to love you even more in that moment. After confirming he wasn’t acting rebellious with his secretary to get over his grief, you kissed him back. It was better than he could’ve imagined, and he only hoped for the chance to do it again, but he had to show you it was more than just your body. It was you, all of you.

Robert opened the car door to the sidewalk and helped you out of the car. A bell boy appeared out of nowhere, grabbing his luggage from the trunk. Robert signaled for his driver to go park, and the bell boy led the way into the hotel. You and Robert walked up to the front desk, and as he checked in he noticed you attempting to make this look strictly business, writing what he assumed was nonsense down in your planner. He knew you, he knew you’d desperately try to make it look like no funny business was going on, and he wanted to laugh. You were always one to try to keep up appearances.

Him on the other hand, didn’t mind. You could’ve thrown your arms around him and kissed him right in the lobby and he wouldn’t have cared who saw. He would tell the entire world he loved you, appearances didn’t matter now.

As you passed through the halls on his floor to his room, you were writing notes on your notepad. Finally, you arrived at his room, and he keyed in, letting you and the bell boy in first, who dropped off his luggage. Robert tipped the man and the bell boy gave a gracious thank you before leaving the two of you alone.

Robert turned after closing the door and noticed you looking around the room with amazement, a bit of a sparkle in your eyes over how grandeur it is. He suddenly realized that you’ve only ever booked his rooms before, you’ve never actually been inside one. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him for not giving you a room just like this one. He paused his train of thought. If all goes well and you don’t end up quitting your job by the end of the night, he might only have to pay for one room at all. The thought of it had him giddy.

Nearly transfixed by you, he crossed the room and grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of complementary wine. He poured two glasses. He made sure at the front desk that the wine they had put in your room was your favorite. He’d noticed you’d drink a specific kind at all the work gatherings you’d been forced to attend.

“Here.” He smiled, offering you a glass. You shined your brilliant smile at him, it made him dizzy. You took the glass from him and the two of you sat on the velvet couch.

“So, do you take all your secretaries up to your hotel suite?” You teased.

“Only the beautiful ones.” He charmed, and even he knew that was very smooth of him. You laughed, taking a sip of your wine.

“Mmm, is that the response you give them when they ask?” You asked, grinning at him.

“Hmm, can’t think of the last time one was up here…” He trailed off. Your eyes narrowed playfully at him.

“Right, of course, Mr. Fischer.” He swallowed his wine.

“I don’t think you can call me that anymore, Y/n.” He said, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“And why not?” You asked, sass dripping from your words.

“I think we’re a little past formalities.” He smirked, and he saw you try to hide your blush, but you failed. You laughed a little.

“You might be right, Robert.” Now that was better.

The conversation flowed smoothly, from one topic to the next, and somehow the two of you managed to avoid the topic of work, for which he was very grateful. And then you laughed at something he said, and his heart stopped. It wasn’t the first time you had laughed at something he’d said, but for some reason it truly sank in this time. Your laugh was the most beautiful thing he may have ever heard.

He watched, listening as you told a story, and he watched the way your smile formed, the way your eyes crinkled just right when you laughed, how you sometimes covered your mouth with your hand. Your cheeks were rosy and your eyes shined. He could look at you forever, he decided. He could spend every moment looking at you, and he would never tire of seeing your smile, or how your eyes lit up. He wanted to leave everything behind, for just a moment, he pictured running away with you to the country side where no one knows him, and spending every day and night with you. He could watch you sleep peacefully and wake up to you the next morning. He could cook you breakfast and you could go for long walks in the sun. The two of you could have a family.

Yes, Robert thought, he loves you. He’s never loved anyone before, at least, not like this. He’s never wanted to see someone everyday for the rest of his life. No one has ever made him want to run away from his life, not until you. You were everything. You were beautiful. You were smart, you were funny. He loved you.

You sat cross-legged on Robert’s plush couch, the wine in your glass dwindling slowly. You weren’t sure you had ever laughed so much in your entire life. Robert was more humorous than you had realized. You looked up for a moment, surprised to see that the sun was setting. You hadn’t realized you’d been sitting talking for so long, you’d met him at the airport at noon, and now, checking the clock on the wall, it was half past seven.

Robert finished his story about his uncle Peter, whom you knew and had met a couple times, and now you would never think of him the same. You laughed as he finished the story of how his uncle had somehow been tricked into buying a dud gift for Robert’s eighth birthday.

As your laugh died out, a silence filled the room, maybe for the first time that evening. It was, again, comfortable. Robert was a gentleman, of course, and he had never once made you feel pressured or uncomfortable. It made your heart swell.

You noticed that he was sitting closer on the couch to you now, and steadily getting closer until he was right next to you. His cologne entered your senses, and you couldn’t help but let it overtake you, relaxed into it. You knew you shouldn’t be in his suite, as much fun as you were having with him, he was still your boss. Maybe in a different life this would work out, but not the one where you’re his secretary. This was no way to run a business, but you couldn’t deny that you loved spending time with him, knowing his stories, knowing his life. You were getting to know him in a personal way, laughing and drinking with him, feeling as comfortable with him as if you’d known him forever.

He took the now empty wine glass from your hand, putting both on the coffee table in front of you. His hand cupped your cheek, and you couldn’t help it, it was instinct, you both moved closer, your lips meeting.

This kiss made the one in the car feel like a kindergartner’s first kiss on the playground. Robert bit into your bottom lip softly, making your lips part. His tongue took charge, battling your own before his ultimately won dominance. He pulled you closer to him, and you felt a burning in your chest. You weren’t close enough, not yet.

His hands roamed down your body, making sure to feel every part of you as your hands tangled in his hair. Your teeth gnashed together as you both got sloppy, and his hands found their way to your hips. He tugged, trying to pull you closer, and you moved into his lap, straddling him.

In this new position, he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down to your neck. You moaned as he kissed the soft spot of your neck. He nibbled on the spot, and you moaned a little louder. You could feel him growing hard under you, and you were aching for him. His lips lifted from your neck and he tugged gently at your blouse. You looked into his eyes, which were blown out with lust. You nodded at him, and that was all he needed to lift it off of your body, throwing it somewhere in the room. Your lips reconnected, a hungry desire filling both of you. Your breasts pushed up against his chest, and you moved your hips to get closer to him, causing him to groan.

As his tongue continued to explore you and his hands moved down to your ass, you fiddled with his tie, slipping it from around his neck and beginning to work on the buttons on his shirt. As you did, his hands squeezed and massaged your ass, causing you to gasp into his mouth. The two of you managed to get his shirt off, and your hands rested on his chest.

You broke the kiss, grinning at him and grabbing his hand as you stood up, taking him with you. You led him to the bed on the other side of the room, and his eyes watched you with lust. You grinned, you couldn’t believe this. If, somehow, this was a dream, it was one you never wished to wake up from. He grinned at you as you laid down in the middle of the bed, beckoning him to you. He slid himself on top of you, slotting himself between your hips.

His lips brushed against yours but they didn’t stay there, he trailed down to your chest. You arched your back, allowing him to unclasp your bra. It was then lost in the sea of chaos of the room. His mouth made its way to your breasts, and he took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking it. You arched your back even more into him, moaning as you did. You could feel your core dripping with the need for him. He gave the same amount of attention to your other breast before giving you a cocky grin.

He moved lower, lower, lower, until he got to your waist. He began unbuttoning your slacks, and you told him to continue. He threw them somewhere behind him.

“I need you, Robert.” You whined. If possible, the cocky grin got wider.

“Don’t you worry angel, I’ve got you.” You started to let out a whine, but he was toying with the waistband of your panties, which were soaked through. “You’re already so wet for me, gorgeous.” He let out a delicious groan.

He slid them painfully slow down your legs, and you wanted to let out a sound of discontent with this, but he pulled them quickly down the rest of the way and flung them off of the bed. You saw him lick his lips hungrily, and you pushed your hips towards him. He made eye contact with you again before pulling your legs further apart and sticking his face right into your wet pussy. You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from being too loud, but Robert’s hand took it away.

“I want to hear all of the sounds you make, angel.”

That was all he needed to say. He went right back to your pussy, experimentally flicking his tongue at your folds. You whimpered loudly as his tongue continued. Then, he thrusted his tongue into you. You moaned, louder than previously, clutching onto his hair, trying to pull him closer as he ate you. How his tongue was able to get so deep inside of you, you didn’t know. He pushed his tongue in and out of you, curling it just right, enough to make you scream in pleasure. His hand came to rub your clit, his other massaging your thigh. You chanted his name like it was the only word you knew. You felt the coil inside of you twist and burn as he wound it tighter and tighter, and you knew this one could be the best you’ve ever had.

“R-Robert, I’m so close-” You moaned, and just as you were about to clench your walls around his tongue, he pulled away. You whined in frustration and pouted at him as he looked up at you, your arousal dripping from his lips as he grinned at you.

“No, you’re going to come with me inside of you.” Your eyes widened slightly, this was not the Robert you knew, but it was one you could definitely get used to.

“Well then, I guess you’ll have to fuck me, Robert.” You said, returning his grin.

“I suppose I will.”

With that, he stood, taking off his belt, and you watched him carefully, ready to see what you’d been missing out on for so long. He dropped his pants and boxers in one go, and your eyes widened as you looked at him.

He was rock-hard. You licked your lips, and he laughed. He slid back on top of you, fitting himself in your hips like they were made for him. Maybe they were.

“Not this time. This is all about you.” He smiled at you adoringly, and your heart stopped. There was no mistaking it this time, he looked at you with adoration.

He pressed his lips to yours, and you feverishly kissed him back. While you did, your guilty mind charged forward with red alarm bells. Robert was your boss. You could get in major trouble for this. Your mind was foggy as his hands roamed your body like it was his, and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he did. You knew this was wrong, what if you lost your job? Fischer Morrow was all you had options for, career-wise, and doing this was career suicide.

You could feel Robert was positioned at your entrance, and you broke this kiss hurriedly, your mind still foggy. It wasn’t too late to stop, was it? You didn’t want it to stop, but you were risking your future.

“Wait,” You said, and you saw Robert’s eyebrows furrow. “We can’t, you’re my boss, I could be fired-” You panted. Robert smirked.

“Who’s going to fire you, Y/n? I’m your boss.” You blushed at the sudden realization. Robert would have to be the one to fire you. He gave a laugh at your reaction, and instead of saying anything, you nodded, pulling him back closer to you.

With your acknowledgement to go forward, Robert pushed the burning head of his hard cock against your wet pussy, and you hissed as he pushed into you, painfully stretching you more than you had ever been before. He groaned as he pushed further and further in, and your pain turned to pleasure as he pushed further inside of you, slow enough to let you adjust to him as he went. When he was all the way in, he paused.

“You ready, angel?” He asked, panting as he smoothed your hair.

“Yes.” You said, out of breath.

Robert pulled his hips back until only his tip was inside of you, and pushed in. You moaned loudly as he created friction against your walls. He set a fast but sensual pace as his hips snapped to yours. The only sounds you could hear was the two of you moaning and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Your hands returned to their favorite spot, his hair. He ducked down to your neck, kissing and nibbling, but not hard enough to leave marks. He found the sensitive part of your neck again, and the combination of his thrusts and his lips drew an extremely erotic moan from you, you were surprised, you didn’t think you could make a sound like that.

You lifted your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. This new position put him at your perfect spot and he hit it with every thrust. Your moans increased in volume, and you knew it was very possible the other suite could hear you, but you didn’t care, not when this felt so good.

The coil deep inside of you started to burn and wind up as Robert continued, and your fingers tugged on his hair as it did. Your breathing got heavier.

“R-Robert, I’m so close.” You moaned. He groaned and continued his thrusts, becoming more erratic as how slowly came undone.

“Come for me, angel, let go.”

At his behest, within moments, the coil burned hot and exploded, and you nearly screamed at the feeling as your orgasm hit you. Your walls squeezed around him and his thrusts got sloppy. He continued through your orgasm, and your body shook and you tugged even harder on his hair as your legs quivered. As you were coming down, Robert gave two more thrusts and you felts his hot seed shoot inside of you, coating your walls. He gave a few more thrusts, and both of you were panting as you looked at each other.

Neither of you spoke, but Robert pecked your lips sweetly and pulled out of you, collapsing on the bed next to you. Both of you laid there, your chests rapidly rising and falling as you caught your breath. Robert looked peaceful, his eyes were closed and there were no hard lines on his face.

You pulled the sheet up to your chest, thinking about how it was the best orgasm you’d ever had. If he could do that good with so little foreplay, you wondered, what else could he do? You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, his breathing had slowed. Was he asleep? You bit your lip, was this a one time thing? How awkward would this be at the office? Maybe it was time to go.

You began to move away, pulling the sheet off of you, but Robert’s warm arms wrapped around you, pulling you back in. You let him pull you in close to him, and he nestled himself right behind you. He was warm and comfortable, and you felt safe in his arms.

“Stay with me.” He muttered. You smiled to yourself, trying to control the way your heart raced at his words. You settled yourself in his arms, and soon enough, you were asleep.

It’s been days since Robert saw you last. After the two of you woke the next morning in his hotel suite, he gave you the next couple of days off, paid, of course. You had tried to argue, but he told you he needed time for his father’s funeral, and you cracked and agreed.

Fischer Morrow was still going, of course, it never stopped. That Saturday, however, the day of the funeral, Robert made sure every single worker had the day off. No overtime allowed. The work-alcoholics didn’t particularly enjoy this, but Robert knew everybody needed a break from the stress that had befallen the company with his father’s passing.

Robert wished he could’ve brought you to the funeral. He needed you, needed to hold your hand. It was difficult. It was a private funeral, and that’s how Robert wanted it. Close family and friends only. Robert gave his eulogy, and while he didn’t cry, he was very upset about it. It was his father after all. He wondered if he would’ve cried if you could’ve been there to support him, smile gently at him and encourage him. Perhaps you would’ve made him feel less empty.

Robert had let his driver have the weekend as well. He needed to be alone driving to and from the funeral, that much he knew. As much as he had grown up with drivers all his life, it didn’t feel right on this day. Nothing much seemed right, only thoughts of you were enough to pull him out of his dreary thoughts.

He couldn’t help but think of you in the hotel. He had thought your laugh was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, but in truth it was now competing with your moans. Robert hadn’t had a girlfriend since college. That was years ago. The demands of his work were too much to see anyone, let alone be in a serious relationship. Robert had quite literally given up on love, and then you walked into Fischer Morrow for your first day, and Robert felt himself fall in love with you.

He knew it wasn’t professional, he had professional control over you and your career, so he did nothing. He tried to treat you the same as other employees, but it was difficult. You went above and beyond for everything. You were the best secretary he’d ever had, and perhaps the best Fischer Morrow had ever had. You made sure everything was set and ready, and he was convinced that not even his father would have had anything bad to say about you. Most certainly, his father would’ve looked down on how Robert felt about you, about what Robert wanted to create with you, but that was only about status. In addition, Maurice no longer mattered in that respect. He was dead.

Robert was driving around, not aware of where he was going, just thinking of you. The wake had ended an hour ago, it was half past six now, and all Robert could think about was you. He needed to see you, see your smile, hear you laugh. Your laugh could pull him out of the earth’s gravity, even if only for a little while. His next step in earning your heart was to take you to dinner, and no time seemed better than the present.

Robert knew it was wrong to just show up at your house unannounced. It was impolite, but he was already more than halfway there when he realized he needed to see you. You were so kind, he hoped that you would understand. He knew you might not join him for dinner, you might have already ate, or maybe you had plans with friends. He hoped that you would join him for the night, that he could press gentle kisses to your lips and taste the sweet wine you liked.

Robert remembered the way to your house. It was a quaint little ranch style, and it fit your personality. It was beautifully kept on the outside, and your front garden was blooming with beautiful flowers. He wondered if you planted them yourself. It was still mostly light out, but the sun was fading away into a purple and pink sky. Robert parked his car in the street, taking a deep breath. Why he was nervous, he didn’t know. He had already been intimate with you, but he was seeking a different intimacy tonight.

He walked the path up to your front door, admiring how well kept your house was. You clearly took pride in keeping your space organized, clean, and good-looking. It was similar to your desk at work in an odd way. He stood at your door, a bit hesitant, and knocked. A flash of nerves lit up his body and he wondered if he should just leave, but then you opened the door.

As your eyes landed on him, he could tell you were surprised to see him, and he felt a wave of guilt rush over him, but you smiled warmly and it melted away. You looked absolutely stunning. Your hair was down, and you wore jean shorts and a white t-shirt. He had never seen you look so relaxed and comfortable before. You looked domestic.

His mind wandered, could it be this way forever? Could he be domestic with you, seeing you in outfits just like this one? He wondered if one day he could have the privilege of seeing you this way everyday, of being around you, comfortable and at ease. He shifted in his suit from the funeral.

“Y/n, I wanted to see if-” He began, but he heard a voice call out from behind you.

“Y/n, everything okay?” A tall man appeared at the door next to you. He had dark hair and a bit of scruff from a beard. Robert felt dread and envy crush him. The green monster raged and clawed inside of him as he and the man watched each other for a moment.

“Um, Mason, this is Robert Fischer, my boss.” You instantly became nervous, and Robert felt hurt pound in his chest. “Mr. Fischer, this is Mason, my-” Robert cut you off quickly, not wanting to hear you say it.

“Actually, I was just checking in. I was just going.” Robert excused himself quickly and made his way back to the car.

As he drove off, he felt hot tears sting his eyes. You clearly didn’t feel the same about your encounter at the hotel as he did. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He should’ve known a beautiful woman like you would already have a man in your life. He wondered if he had ever deserved you.

You watched Robert get into his car and drive off, shocked and confused that he had taken off so quickly. He hadn’t even told you why he was there. You wondered if you should text or call him, but you knew his father’s funeral had been that day, and it was probably a mess of emotions. You thought he most likely needed his space. You would see him on Monday and make sure he was okay.

“So is he always like that?” Mason teased, pinching your shoulder. You rolled your eyes as you shut the door before slapping his arm.

“Oh stop it! He’s got it bad enough, his father’s funeral was today.” You snapped. Your brother’s eyes widened.

“Oh damn, Y/n, sorry.” You returned to your kitchen, where you and your brother were cooking your weekly get together dinner. You wondered why Robert had come to your house if he was going to leave so quickly. Had he changed his mind about something? Was it a bad time? Was he needed at the office? You sighed to yourself and continued preparing dinner, but your mind stayed with Robert.

Monday rolled around, and you intended to check in with Robert as soon as you could. You got there early, earlier than the usual early, but his office door was closed. You knew better than to knock with the door closed, so you continued to your desk. You spent the next hour going through your usual day, but something felt off. There was a coldness in the office and it seemed to be coming from Robert’s office. After another half hour, you needed his input on one of your weekly projects and approached his office. The door was still closed, but you knocked anyway. Robert’s voice beckoned you in, but not in his usual tone. You opened the door and saw him sitting at his desk, quietly working on a stack of papers. He didn’t look at you as you opened the door.

“Mr. Fischer, I need to know what you want done with the New York meeting.” You said, trying to ignore the fact that he still wouldn’t look at you. Why wouldn’t he look at you?

“Push it off for another week.” He said, his voice even and firm. You waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t. You opened your mouth to say something, to ask him if he was okay, but you fought against it, nodding and closing the door to his office as you left.

As you went about your day, you were continuously ignored by Robert. You couldn’t understand why he was giving you short answers and being so cold to you. While he was in a long meeting with board members, you took your lunch and went to the cafe, picking up his favorite pastry and coffee. You wrote a smiley face on his drink, like normal, and returned to your desk, patiently waiting for him to leave the meeting.

Your eyes constantly left your work to watch the door to the conference room, and after another half an hour, the door opened. You not so discretely watched Robert pass you, not even glancing your way. You knew that he knew you were watching him, and you felt desperate as you watched him walk into his office and shut the door. You watched through the open blinds as he approached his desk, spotting the coffee and pastry. You expected him to look up and smile at you, thank you like he always did. You watched eagerly, waiting for his response, and he collected both the coffee and pastry in his hands and threw them both in the trash can next to his desk.

Your heart fell. He was mad at you, that was for sure. You tried to hold back your own tears as you leaned back over your desk, trying not to give away how upset you were to your other coworkers. You wondered if he knew you were upset. You wondered if he cared.

Slowly, your other coworkers trickled out of the office as business hours closed, but you remained. You needed to clear this up with Robert. Perhaps you had been wrong. Maybe he had come to your house to tell you it was a one time thing, but saw your brother and felt pity for you. You clenched your jaw at the thought. He was the one who had kissed you. He was the one who pulled you in to stay the night. He was the one who drove you home the next day with a sweet goodbye as he walked you to the door. And now here you were, your peace offering of coffee and warm pastry in the trash of his office.

When the last person left, leaving you alone with Robert, you stood. Immediately, not leaving without your answers you rightfully deserved, you marched yourself to his office. You knocked on the door, and for a moment it was quiet. You waited, for a moment, but decided it didn’t matter. He had treated you poorly today, and you deserved to walk in on whatever he was doing.

You opened the door and saw him standing, ready to leave himself. This was unusual. He typically didn’t leave for at least another half hour. He truly was pissed. A chill ran down your spine as he looked you dead in the eyes. They were unfeeling, but you felt the anger there.

“Miss L/n, I’m rather busy, this will have to wait.” You continued to stand there, feeling a bit of your own anger rising, but the hurt flooded you and creeped up your throat, tightening its hold on your airway.

“No.” You said firmly.

“No?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“No. You’ve been acting cruel. Why?” You stood your ground, but you felt your heart race and you wanted to disappear. This felt terrible, it felt wrong. This is not how this should have gone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He grabbed documents from his desk and started towards you, intending to leave, but you stood your ground still, blocking his path. Determined, you tugged on the papers in his hand, and he must have been a bit shocked by your directness, because he let go rather easily. You tossed the papers on his couch, crossing your arms in front of him.

“You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder all day and giving me the shortest answers possible. You’ve never called me ‘Miss L/n’ in my entire time here, and-” Your voice broke a little and you looked down at your shoes. “I saw you throw away the coffee.” You paused, trying not to sound as weak as you felt. “I just want to know why.” You mumbled. You looked back up at him, and guilt washed over his face for a moment before his face tried to become stoic again, but he just looked upset and hurt. You knew the look well.

“Our time together obviously meant more to me than it did to you, Y/n.” He said quietly. His voice was soft, and he tried to get around you, but you blocked his path again.

“What?” You asked, your voice laced with confusion as your eyebrows furrowed together. “What does that mean?” He sighed, and he didn’t seem angry, he just seemed sad.

“The other man in your home was evidence enough.” You blinked at him several times, trying to process what he had just said to you. You had to hold back a laugh, but your face contorted into a grin. After a moment, you did laugh out of absurdity. His face breaks out in more pain, and you’re quick to speak, your laughter dying quickly.

“Robert, Mason is my brother, which you would’ve known if you stayed an extra five seconds. I introduced you as my boss because I didn’t really want my brother knowing that much about my um, personal life.” You watched all emotion leave his face, a red tinge spreading across his freckled cheeks and his ears. He blinked a couple of times, staring off behind you.

“Brother?” He said quietly. You nodded, trying to hide your giggles. He let out an embarrassed sigh and rubbed his forehead with his palm, not looking at you. Though he looked thoroughly embarrassed, he also looked ultimately relieved. “Right, well, I guess I neglected to ask about your family…” He trailed off, and you laughed at that.

“Rob,” You started, straightening his tie as you got closer to him. “It meant something to me too.” You whispered, and his eyes found yours again. He seemed to have regained his confidence and straightened his posture.

“Good to know. We should do something about that then.” He smiled at you, and you smiled back. As you got closer, he whispered. “I’m sorry Y/n.” Regret laced in his voice. You smiled a bit wider.

“It’s okay, Rob.” He closed the gap between the two of you, gently moving his lips in sync with yours.

“I like when you call me that.” He mumbled, his hands cupping your chin as he pulled you in for another sweet kiss.

#cillian murphy x reader #robert fischer x reader #inception x reader #cillian murphy #robert fischer #inception #haha don't roast me alive okay #could be better but i'm ready to post it i guess

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spoileralxrt · 18 days

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Got tagged by @annah-kitathryne to put a Spotify playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs <3 Used my playlist longest playlist which has 982 songs.

tagging @meantaylorsversion, @wanderingoracle, @fallingwaynes, @childofthewargod and @yeahimcal to do the same if you feel like it. idfk. life your best live

under the cut because i like to yap

bad idea! by girl in red

i don't listen to girl in red too often anymore, but i still really love this song. did forget i put it in this playlist, though.

2. How To Never Stop Being Sad by dandelion hands

ouch! have not listened to this since i was going Through It™. i meant to add this one to my depression playlist but i added it to my main one instead and never removed it

3. favorite crime by Olivia Rodrigo

probably my second favorite song from sour. do not have much to say about it, though. it's neat.

4. I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE by Måneskin

i love måneskin soo much it's unhealthy. listened to one of their songs over 200 times in two months and my friend got very concerned to say the least.

5. Itch by Ewy

i recommend ewy's music so much i love them. this isn't my favorite song by them, but it's definitely up there. they released a new album at the start of the month but i have yet to listen to it

6. Breathe by Crawlers

vibe! i don't listen to this band as much as i used to but they make such good music. i thought they were way more popular, because i know at least one of their songs went viral on tiktok, but they don't really have that many monthly streams.

7. drivers license by Olivia Rodrigo

She's back.

8. Figured Out by MALINDA

yeahhHH!!! not my favorite song from her (that title belongs to I miss her and I blame you) but i adore every single one of her songs. she has such a nice voice and oughhh i have been a fan of her for ten years now

9. Let Me Drown by Soundgarden

holy fuck. complete tone shift from the previous song. this playlist is designed to give me insane whiplash and it works every time without fail. i love rock but i do not remember ever listening to this song before in my life.

10. Common Sense by Bug

i fucking love this song and bug and oh my god. bug only has one album under the name just "Bug" but he has a band called Bug Hunter now and i love his music so much. i've talked to bug before and he's such a cool guy. listen to his music pls

Bonus 11. Shady Grove by Nastee Chapel

if any other artist was next i never would've put a bonus song lmao but i love nastee chapel so much and they deserve so many more streams. if you like folk music, check out their album Lost & Found. this is a threat

#tag game #music taste stuff

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straight4joekeery · 1 year

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Teach Me How To Love In Your Own Lyrics

(Part eight)

Prev. Part one

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The next week went by slow. Without literally all of his friends he had nothing to do. It was sad and really lonely honestly. So Steve did what any reasonable lonely human would do: get a pet.

He couldn’t get a dog they were way too much work. He had a poodle growing up and it was the most annoying dog ever. He definitely didn’t want to deal with that again. He would get a fish, but they aren’t that entertaining. Reptiles were horrifying and he would easily lose a rodent. So that left him with one option.

On Tuesday he went shopping. He went to the local pet store and bought everything he needed, or rather the cat needed. He bought all of the basic necessities plus a gigantic cat tower, a few too many toys, a harness (because why not?), and a normal amount of cat outfits (only like 25). $200 dollars later the pet store said he’d be able to pick up the kitten on Thursday. The cat was only a month old and was currently named Archie. He knew he was going to change his name, but he didn’t know what to change it to. The cat was all black except for his white paws. Which yes black cats were are supposed to be unlucky, but considering what he’d been through, an unlucky cat was the least of his concerns.

That Wednesday was the longest day of his life. It felt even lonelier in his house. He eventually decided the best way to spend his day was painting random things in his house. Which was an extremely good Idea surprisingly. When he was on his 10th object it was 9 pm (and he’d happily go to bed at 9 pm). Those ten items included: two mugs, little doodles on his mirror, the cup he keeps his toothbrush in, a plant pot, the watering can, a mason jar, his hairspray can, a ring tray, and last but certainly not least a guitar pick. He wasn’t the best artist so most were just ombrés and splatters.

When he woke up the next morning he immediately got dressed and ready. He couldn’t stand one more second of being ‘Sad Sack Steve’. He ran straight out to his car… but immediately had to go back inside because he forgot his keys. But then he was actually on his way.

He finally made it to the store and oh. Oh my god that was the cutest kitten he’d ever seen. He quickly finished all the nonsense paperwork and went home with a cat in his passenger seat. That’s when it finally hit him that this was a living being, that he had to take care of. That was… weird. A lot of responsibility. And plus he was going up to Indy tomorrow. What was he going to do? He supposed he could talk to his neighbor Amy and ask her to check on him. Amy was weird (to put it in literally the nicest was possible) but it’s better than nothing.

When he pulled in his driveway he walked next door to Amy’s. Thankfully she agreed. He thanked her a thousand times then ran back to the house, cat in hand. The cat was loud. Like extremely loud. But that was a good thing. It wouldn’t be so quiet all the time. Just in that moment, the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Steve! Are you okay?”

“Eds? Yeah I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Robin called you like twenty times and when she gave up she called me so I could call you because apparently ‘Steve is way more likely to pick up the phone to you’. Did she tell you she makes me call her each time I get to a new hotel just so she can have each hotels number?” The cat was now meowing like crazy.

“Uhhh no she didn’t. Do you know why she called?”

“She said she just wants to make sure you’re going to Indy tomorrow. Steve… what’s that noise?

“I have a hypothetical.”

“Okay…? What is it?”

“Say I got a little black kitten. What would be a good name for it?”

…

“Hypothetically though.”

“I mean I’d personally name it Ozzy, but I know you personally wouldn’t name-“

“That’s perfect! Hypothetically.”

“Sure. Well I can’t wait to see this hypothetical cat!”

“Yeah yeah. Okay I should call Robin. Bye Eddie.”

“Bye Stevie. Tell Ozzy I said hello.”

“Will do.” He misses him. He misses him a lot. Blah blah blah this is a spiel we’ve all heard one too many times.

He called Robin back and told her that he was going to be there tomorrow. And about Ozzy.

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“Ready for round two?” He called out the window.

“Of course!” Vickie yelled as they hopped in the car, “looking good again Harrington!”

“Why, thank you.” They drove back to the bar. They didn’t have a tape in so they just talked. Talked about everything and nothing. When they arrived Vickie pulled him aside.

“Hey Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Sorry if this is weird, you don’t have to answer, but do you think you’re going to end up with Eddie?” She was right. That was weird.

“Uh honestly no. He’s not gay.” She frowned at that.

“Well I personally strongly disagree but if think that, why didn’t you dance with anyone last week?” Good question. He however didn’t know the answer to that.

“I don’t know Vick. I just felt like I had to,” why? Why did he think he had to, “maybe…maybe it was just in case he wasn’t. I didn’t want to chance not being able to be with him. Which I know is stupid because it will never happen.”

“Hey,” she placed he hand on his arm, “that’s not stupid. Again I do think you are wrong,” she sighed. How. How could she think that? What gave her a reason to? “But if you don’t think that, go have fun. Dance with people. Don’t waste you’re time chasing over someone who you believe you will never catch up to.” As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.

“Okay. Let’s go. I promise I’ll let loose a bit.” She smiled and linked their arms as they walked inside.

“There you are!” Robin called, “i thought I was going to file two missing person reports!” They walked back to the same barstools they sat at last time and there he was. Trent. He didn’t remember exactly what he did to Steve. But he remembered that he hated him. No clue why. Might have just been angry drunk Steve for all he knew.

“Hey guys!” He smiled at them. Especially Steve. For a weird amount of time, “what can I get for you guys?” Robin was already drinking her Dirty Shirley. She was addicted to those things. She said ‘they are like Shirley Temples but better!’ He was not going to tell her that was the point.

“Can I just get a beer? I don’t really care what kind,” Vickie said. Didn’t peg her as the beer type, but hey! Never judge a book by its cover right?

“Yeah, me too.” Steve said.

“Alrighty! Give me one second!”

“Look,” Vickie said, “I love Trent but he uses the weirdest words sometimes.” Oh! That’s why he hated him last time.

“I noticed that! Last week he said ‘yikes’ like audibly and I almost gagged! I didn’t know people actually said that!” Steve exclaimed (but quietly so he wouldn’t hear).

Robbin giggled, “one time he said my outfit was ‘tubular’,” they all laughed and twisted their faces in mock disgust. Just then he came back.

“Here y’a go!” They said thank you but he didn’t move. He just stayed there. Oh well at least Steve has a piece of eye candy now. God he was hot, “so Steve, what do you do for work?” Yay! More small talk. He knew just the way to this man’s heart. He tried everything to not hate him again.

“I’m a teacher. Junior history,” why’d he elaborate? He surely didn’t care.

“That’s so cool! My favorite class of all time was my junior history. It’s the only class I ever understood. My teacher was the only nice one in the building too.” Woah. He did care. Weird.

“Cool…” cool? Really? That was lame. (LAME??? STEVE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.)

Trent smiled at Steve for a second to long for it to be ‘bro like’, “well let me now if you guys need anything!” And he walked away. He wasn’t sure how to feel about him.

“Wow Steve!” Robin applauded, “look at you go. He was totally into you!”

“Yeah I could tell.” He looked at Vickie and blinked as a cry for help. She just shrugged. Just then the first man of the night walked up to Steve.

“Hey! My names Adam, I was uh wondering if you wanted to dance maybe? My boyfriend… ex-boyfriend just cheated on me and left.” Yikes (REALLY???). He looked towards Vickie and she mouthed, ‘you promised’.

“Yeah. Sure.” Adams face lit up. He held out a hand and he took it.

Now in Robins exact words, ‘you’re dance moves could kill! And by kill I mean make someone want to shoot their eyes out’ which only offended him to the point he cried later that night. But it was fine. Everything was fine.

“Uh Adam?” He looked up at Steve with questioning eyes. Adam was cute. Like adorable cute not I-want-to-rip-his-clothes-off cute. “I literally can’t dance. Like at all.”

He laughed, “me neither honestly. But if we hide in the crowd no one would ever see us!” He pulled Steve to the middle of Probably a good hundred people. He smiled. Like actually smiled. He liked this kid.

“How old are you Adam?” He immediately started blushing.

“I’m twenty-three.”

“Twenty-six”

“Cool. You like don’t have a boyfriend right?”

He snorted, “No, I’ve actually only officially dated one person, and that was about ten years ago.”

He laughed, “well that guy,” he nodded towards the door, “was my third. And obviously i have some special kind of charm because this same situation happened every. Single. Time.”

“Jeez. That really sucks. I’m sorry.”

He smiled, “nah it’s fine. Never actually liked that guy at least. He was just in a band that was popular at some point and died down,” he laughed, “if I’m being honest I thought I could use him for publicity. That did not turn out well though.” Huh. That’s strange.

He laughed, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just kinda coincidental. This one guy that I’ve literally been pinning over for years just left to go on tour.”

“No it’s fine! That is kinda weird. And that really does suck… I don’t think I got you’re name?”

“It’s Steve.”

“Well Steve I’m sorry about that. Does he like you back?” He was convinced neither of them were actually in to each other. But that was okay. He was a super nice kid. (He was literally only three years younger but he was still going to call him kid.)

“Well I am sure he doesn’t but all of my friends think otherwise. Plus I only realized I liked him when he left.”

“Well I know I’m a complete stranger and have no right to say this, but they are probably right. All of my friends told me to stay away Tony because he was no good. And here we are,” Steve didn’t know why he was so calm about this, “hey uh Steve i better get going but,” he took a pen out of his back pocket and wrote on Steve’s arm, “call me. We should hang out. You’re cool.”

“I will. Thanks.” He nodded and walked back to the girls. They were literally jumping up and down.

“How’d it gooo?” Vickie said grabbing his hands.

“Good! He was nice! And we’re going to hang out soon,” he said waving his arm. They gave each other a weird look.

“Hang out?” Robin asked looking very disappointed.

“Yeah. We didn’t click like that. But it’s fine. At least I have more than four friends in the area now!”

“Who’s the fourth?”

“Ozzy, obviously.”

“Obviously,” she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I had my time. Now it’s your turn, go. Go have fun! But not to much fun!” He called as they ran away. He took a swig of his beer that he’d left there.

“Young love strikes once again!” Trent called from behind him. This dude needed to stop sneaking up on him. But this time he smiled back at him. He just kept staring at him. Like a concerning amount. And he noticed, “penny for your thoughts?”

“Nothing it’s just..” screw it, “want to dance?” His face got even brighter than Adam’s

“I’d be honored. But I only have like five minutes because I do work here,” they grinned at each other. They made their way to the people again. He caught Vickie looking at him and giving him a thumbs up. He just rolled his eyes at her. “I got the impression last time that your weren’t too fond of me.”

“Sorry it’s just that I get really easily irritated when im drunk. But then I can just switch up and immediately become the giggly drunk that we all aspire to be.”

“I get it. My ex was like that. She was… interesting.” He thought it was so amazing how open people could be about their sexuality’s here. He also just now noticed that they were in fact not dancing but just standing there. Which he was not mad about because again: he could not dance. “I think you’re really neat Steve.” Neat?? Okay this dude was kind of, sort of, really really weird with his vocabulary. But as we established with Eddie: Steve liked weird. (He’s literally been with two dudes that have at least been a little interested, and he’s still Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Edd-)

“You too.” They just stood there looking at each other for a long time. Before Trent leaned in a bit. Woah. This is weird. What is happening.

“Stevie, can I?”

Did he hear him correctly? Did he just call him Stevie? It sounded oddly romantic. The word were ringing in his ears. Oddly. Romantic. But it couldn’t be. That’s all Eddie ever called him. He guesses pet names were meant to be flirty. But no. There’s no way. Eddie could not like him. (THERE IS A MAN IN FRONT OF YOU!! SNAP OHT OF IT!)

He realized he hadn’t responded for a while, “I’m so sorry,” he said. And ran off. He ran outside. He needed air. There was no way. Why was he even thinking this? Did Eddie like him back. He suddenly remembered the phone call from last week.

Okay, love you Eddie. Goodnight.

Goodnight Stevie.

How could he be so stupid? Why did he say that. But he didn’t freak out when he did. He didn’t say it back. But he didn’t say it was weird. And he called him that stupid name again. He thinks back over Vickie’s, Robin’s, and even Adam’a words. There was no way this was happening. Eddie might actually like him. Was he? Wrong?

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FINALLY. this is the dream I had. This was what this whole fic was based around. I just reread this and realized how choppy and weird the ending was but oh well. I didn’t know how else to make it work. I also didnt at all plan to add Ozzy. I zone out when I write and before I knew it boom he was there. Every steddie fic needs some sort of animal named Ozzy tho. Also I will never stop apologizing for how short these are. It’s actually not that short but still. I’ve been super unmotivated and tired. Really tired. I also would like to make it clear that I hate Trent. He did nothing wrong I just don’t like him. This is a hill I will die on. Oh well. Love Adam tho. Also one of the funniest things to me is whatever trope you think this is, you’re wrong 😈. Anywayyssss. Comment or reblog if you want to be tagged in future parts! And thanks for reading

This will be on AO3 soon I just need to find a time to do it. It will also be extended there most likely.

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I just realized I completely forgot to send you an ask for the WIP title game! Please, please tell me about "how to say farewell to the only family you have left but three times over for each of them" 👀 — @emyn-arnens

hehe YES i LOVE this one and i feel like you will too lol. essentially its a very extended set of scenes (think rotk six ending scenes energy) over which faramir comes to terms with leaving minas tirith behind for…not really for GOOD but for the longest time he ever has and undertaking the longest hardest journey he’s ever been on. well i called it that because i write basically solely character dynamics and so each one is centred around saying his goodbyes to his father and his brother in each of the different roles that they play in his life. ive always loved playing with names and titles and levels of formality in interactions between the same people in the different things they mean to one another and it was VERY fun to be like. well boromir and faramir saying their last goodbye immediately followed by the captain-general farewelling his second. the things they can't say and the things they know they're saying. and contrasting that with denethor and faramir where the line btwn father-and-son and steward-and-captain is WAY more blurry and they DONT really know how to talk to each other without some of that duty and a lot of their personal issues creeping into it.

it starts with in the middle of the night denethor and faramir have a civil conversation as father and son for probably the first time in ten years it's a lot of faramir's complicated feelings about his father. like a LOT of them. resolving into. well no matter what has passed between us i am glad we have this one conversation where we can part kindly. here is this part of those complicated feelings. god when they understand exactly what the other is saying and CHOOSE to misinterpret them.

Faramir knows he does not say this to doubt the strength of his company, only to state a truth. Ithilien has ever been a tenuous position, and to hold it in recent months has taken all the shrewdness of Faramir’s tactical mind. There are few he himself would appoint to bear that strain. Yet it is still doubt, and he cannot help but bristle. “There is strength in Ithilien that is not yet spent,” he says pointedly, a cold note to his voice. “I do not doubt it,” returns his father, equally frigid. He looks Faramir in the eye, grey to grey, and his gaze turns merely cool. “Yet to be the forlorn hope is thankless. I would accede the company all that I can spare, if it will prolong the defense.” “And they will thank you for it,” says Faramir, mollified, and angry about that, too. He has forgotten that they are not at council. He does not need to couch his position in shrewd word and inassailable will, striving endlessly against the forward advance of his lord’s judgment. His father would not send his Captain-General if he did not see it necessary, and in truth Faramir would not have made a different decision.

this is followed by boromir, as his brother, helping him dress in the morning. its fun because he spends the entire time being very stoic and squire-ish and pinning and straightening faramir's clothes like a captain who's conducted a million inspections and Not Crying and then like two seconds before the official summons sounds the floodgates open. very...you're never Ready to say the goodbye no matter how much you pretend you are. (i selected this excerpt specifically to contrast with the previous one lol)

“Do not change.” The words burst from Boromir’s mouth in an imploring rush, his hands tightening on Faramir’s shoulders. “No matter what happens out there. I expect you to return with tales I do not understand, with-” he breaks off, sniffs- “with an adoring train of admirers, with some precious book you have carried over hundreds of leagues. Something no sane man would bring upon a journey such as this.” “That, I can promise,” Faramir laughs, even as tears blur his vision. “You may regret making me swear so, when you tire of my incessant chatter.” “I am sure,” says Boromir. “Remind me of it, when that time comes.”

and then. well. he has said farewell to his father and brother. but he now faces the steward and the captain-general before the great gates. and yet they still ARE his father and brother and none of them can forget it!!! god i love messed up family dynamics with my whole whole little heart. yes denethor's line is written to be an explicit parallel to "i sent my son unthanked unblessed onto the field of battle" because i am NEVER not thinking about it.

Denethor steps forward then, until they are separated by but a pace. Lifts his hand, brings it to his heart and then leans down to press his lips to his son’s brow. “Go now, Steward’s son. Go with the blessings of your lord and city, and may your burdens be few and your road run true.” Faramir bows his head, kisses his lord’s hand. When he rises, he meets his father’s eyes. A glance passes between them, a wordless communion. He turns to the Captain-General, then, and they end the farewell in the warrior’s manner, a clasp of the forearm in place of the kiss of fealty.

anyway. yeah. it was so fun to write and ALSO so difficult and wildly heartwrenching. but i miss it. i miss them. when will they (fucked up house of the stewards dynamics) return from the war (theyre always there because faramir carries them in his mind. but you know what i mean). thank u for asking for this one<333

#from the inbox #anonymous #emyn-arnens #THANK YOU ILY #THIS WAS SO FUN TO LAY OUT FR #not to be self-aggrandizing but i DO think i really ate with it #its duty-and-love and titles-and-names and thats what im TRULY good at.#au denethor i miss you....hes not actually that different yet but like i miss him anyway....i have to wait EIGHTY THOUSAND WORDS?#(i miss him [guy who thinks about him every day voice])#faramir goes to rivendell au

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The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae (25/?)

“Six degrees to port,” Scully said, looking up briefly from the screen in front of her. With every movement forward, she would mark their progress on the screen with a grease pencil. It was very slow going. They would drive nearly half the day, stop to recharge the drone’s batteries, and plot the rest of the day’s course. In the evening, when they stopped with nightfall, she would meticulously record the path they had traveled for future mission’s safety, while Mulder plotted the next day’s route. Over and over. The six kilometers it would take until they were in a safely stable area passing by, inch by exhausting inch.

They were woefully behind on deploying the weather balloons, the matrix around the HAB still as sieve-like as a colander. Weather could even now be roaring toward the base and they might not know about it until it was on top of them. It wasn’t necessarily dangerous—the atmosphere wasn’t thick enough to cause any real damage to any of their structures—but it was a hole in their defenses that the commander wanted to fill. And the meteorologists at Mission Control were champing at the bit.

“Forty-two yards, mark.”

“Mark,” Mulder checked, and slowly inched the rover forward.

Beside her, Mulder’s hands gripped the steering wheel, the muscles in his forearms rippling under the skin. He had his sleeves rolled up to the elbow and the skin there still looked sun kissed, like he’d just come in from a jog.

For a moment, Scully had to remind herself to concentrate on the task at hand.

“Ten more yards,” she said.

Thirty seconds later, Mulder said, “That’s ten,” and the rover eased to a stop.

God, they were almost clear of the minefield of quicksand. One more course correction and they were home free.

“This is it,” she said, turning to him. “Last one.”

“You’ll excuse me if I hold my breath the entire time.”

She smiled at him. “Twenty-three degrees to starboard, thirty-three yards.”

“Mark,” Mulder smiled back.

It was the longest thirty-three yards of Scully’s life. When Mulder finally pulled the rover to a slow, rolling stop, Scully closed her eyes and exhaled. It felt like the moment should have been marked somehow, but there was only the sound of her and Mulder breathing. After a long, quiet moment, she felt his fingers brush her hand, and without opening her eyes, she rolled her palm up and gripped the warm softness of his hand.

“That’s thirty- three,” he said gently. She nodded and he gave her one more gentle squeeze before letting go to call in a report to the HAB.

They had driven a few more clicks away from the quicksand plane before stopping for the night, the sunset casting the sky in a brilliant orangish pink that they had not before witnessed. Scully settled into her seat at the collapsible table with a rattly feeling in her bones like an oncoming ague.

She hadn’t realized she’d dozed off until a quiet thunk of a sound in front of her jarred her awake.

Mulder was pulling his hand back from where he’d set a steaming mug in front of her, his eyes soft with affection and a little concern.

“You okay?” he asked, sliding into the seat across from her.

She tried to give him a reassuring smile. “Just tired.”

“Mm,” he hummed, the string of the tea bag fluttering against his hand. He continued to look at her and took a sip from his own cup. Scully mirrored his actions and let the hot ptisan slide down her throat and set it to the repair of the aching things inside of her.

“Thank you,” she said after a moment, holding up her mug in salute.

Mulder nodded and looked thoughtful. “We’re back on meteorological duty tomorrow,” he said, talking about the weather balloons that still needed to be launched. They were behind their allotted window, but not so much that it pushed the mission parameters to scrub.

Scully rubbed her eyes. “I wonder if I’m ever going to get a chance to look at the sample I took from your Martian sand pit.” She’d been dying to get a sample under the microscope, but by the time they hit the rack in the evenings, she was beyond spent, and for once in her life, the science had had to wait.

“Don’t call it that,” Mulder shuddered. “I was convinced the Sarlac had already started to digest me.”

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Scully intoned in Princess Leia’s droll timbre.

A look passed over Mulder’s face.

“What is it?” she asked.

“There was something I was about to talk with you about when the rover got stuck,” he said. “And then I went down and… we’d been too busy for me to even think about it.”

Scully momentarily forgot how tired she was. “What?”

Mulder leaned back, sighed. Passed a hand over his face.

“Mulder, what is it?”

And then Mulder told her about the meeting he’d had with Ehrlich, her suspicions that the mission was being sabotaged.

A chill passed through her. “That’s a… very serious allegation,” she finally said.

Mulder nodded, continued to look thoughtful. “Yes.”

Scully was stunned by the revelation and momentarily caught off guard by his measured response. She had a hard time believing that their normally level-headed commander had implied anything of the sort.

“Mulder, that’s a very serious allegation.”

“I agree with you,” he said, for the first time sounding a little less than serene. “Which is why she hasn’t levied it yet.”

“Did you report this to Mission Control?”

“No.”

Scully raised her eyebrows. “Why?”

“Confidentiality. The commander needed a sounding board. She’ll report when and if she’s ready.”

“That’s not…” A thought occurred to her. If he didn’t report behavior that was different from the norm, maybe he thought there was something to it. “Do you believe someone is sabotaging the mission?” she asked, a fair amount of umbrage leaking into her tone.

“I don’t know,” he said after a few thoughtful moments. “Some things that have happened… unavoidable. CMEs and the like, there’s no controlling that. But I don’t know. Some things don’t add up.”

“Such as?”

“Robo-2’s failure. The override on Dutton’s suit… Do you remember that loud bang on our door?”

“That could have been the HAB settling.”

“...Scully.”

She was annoyed by the way he was looking at her, like he couldn’t believe she had the audacity to not push back on something so ludicrous. She was also feeling depleted and shaky, and the combination was giving her a headache, and to a lesser extent, vertigo.

“What?” she said, testy. “Mulder, what you’re suggesting is outright mutiny.”

“I’m not the one suggesting it.”

She sighed. “Mulder.”

“I’m supporting my patient, Scully.”

She gave him a long, level look. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know. I’d like to get caught up with the commander before I make a decision. See how she’s feeling about it. But we haven’t had the chance.” There was a long, tense silence that punctuated what felt like the end of their conversation.

Scully felt suddenly overcome with exhaustion. She slumped. “I’m going to bed,” she said.

She could feel Mulder’s eyes on her as she made her way into the second compartment.

Scully looked pained, even in sleep. Mulder had been able to tell that she wasn’t feeling her best the last few days. He’d seen her operate under pressure and knew that wasn’t it, though she’d just kept claiming that she was tired. Though, he ruminated, she had fallen asleep the second her head hit the pillow the evening before and had been sleeping deeply the last eleven hours. Maybe she just needed to catch up.

She shifted in her cot and gave a slight whimper and Mulder looked to the horizon through the porthole of the rover. Much like the sunset the night before, the sky was putting on a show—the sunrise turning the Martian atmosphere colors that Mulder had never once witnessed on the red planet. It was spectacular.

Scully whimpered yet again, as though she were having a nightmare. Mulder made a decision.

He sat on the edge of her cot and ran a hand lightly down her hairline, tucking her hair behind her ear. Scully inhaled broadly and her eyes fluttered open.

“Hey,” he said, when she’d roused to consciousness. “Sounded like you were having a bad dream.”

“Mm,” she hummed, coming back to herself.

“You feel up for a quick EVA?”

“Isn’t it a little early?” she said, nevertheless letting him grab her hand and lever her off the cot.

“It’s all about timing,” he said. “Come on. I want to show you something.”

In a comfortable silence, they each donned their hardsuits with relative ease, the action old hat now. Mulder went out the airlock first, watching the skies as the color shifted with every second. When the airlock door beeped and Scully emerged behind him, she paused the second her feet hit the regolith.

“Wow,” she said through the comm, tilting her head back to look at the sky. It was every shade of pink and orange, narrow strips of dust or condensation catching the light high in the atmosphere. It was like nothing they’d ever seen.

“Right?” Mulder intoned, stepping close to her.

“This is incredible,” she said.

Mulder reached down and took her hand. There was a rise just to the starboard of where they’d parked the rover the night before, and it looked like the top might be the perfect place from which to admire the vista.

“Let’s go watch it from the top of that hill,” he said, giving her hand a tug.

She followed without protestation, and continued to keep a firm grip on his gloved hand as they walked.

After a few minutes of ascent, he broke the silence with a soft crunch through the commlink.

“I uh, feel like we had our first fight,” he said, and he could hear her chuckle through the hiss of static.

“Oh, you’ve never seen a Scully fight,” she said, squeezing his hand.

“Still,” he said, his breath coming in a little shorter now with the incline. She was giving him an out, but he wasn’t willing to take it. “Are you upset that I didn’t tell you? Or Mission Control?”

She seemed to ponder the question for a moment. “No,” she finally said. “I respect your decision as a practitioner. But I do think we should—both of us—reach out to the commander as soon as possible and figure out what we do want or need to do about the situation. If there is a situation.”

He could work with that. “Okay,” he said, and he dropped her hand as they encountered a few loose rocks toward the top of the hill and needed both arms to steady themselves. Scully was in front of him, and as she crested the top of the rise, he heard her sharp intake of breath.

“Is it even better up—” he began to ask her, and before he could finish the sentence, the words died on his tongue.

There, on the far horizon and getting closer with each passing second, was a massive roiling wall of dust miles high and untold leagues across that stretched as far as Mulder could see in each direction. From outside his helmet, the normal silence of the planet had been replaced with a soft hum, punctuated every few seconds with a low roll of sound. Before he could process the sound, lightning shot across the sky at the front of the dust storm which was followed by the sharp, cracking growl of thunder

“Scully…” Mulder said, a feeling like panic settling over him like a mantle. “Run!”

#the x-files #fanfic #my fic #msr #au #mars au

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