#but i have to go today to do a lab and it’s really annoying

[francisforever2014]

this has been such a long day and it’s only 2 . what waking up before 9 does to a mf

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[girltakovic]

i should buy a full final cut license but oough its expensive

[mononijikayu]

thinking about volleyball player! sukuna getting upset because astrophysicist! reader doesn't wanna go with him in the shower after a long day of not seeing each other.

all volleyball player! sukuna wants is to hold your hand while he's cleaning his face for the night because he wants to feel you close after being touch starved.

because god forbid a loving devoted husband like him just wants to be with and feel his dear and beloved wife close to him after a long (heartbreaking) day of not being together. god forbid that this is his love language.

"are you actually mad at me?" sukuna pouts as he stands before you, still holding your hand. "do you actually not love me anymore?"

you sighed, looking at him. "my love, i did multiple labs today. i wanna be lazy right now."

"but i missed you." he whines to you, almost like a cat after not getting the belly rubs he wants. "come on, you can sit on the stool there while i look at you prettily at the mirror, still holding my hand."

"ryomen sukuna—"

"woah, just say you don't love me anymore at this point." he cuts you off, his face looking offended. "that's not my name. how dare you?"

"my love, really....." you sighed, rolling your eyes at his antics. you looked up and saw him glaring at you, like he was ready to cry. "its just the bathroom. you're just getting cleaned up."

"god forbid a man wants to multi–task." he huffs, shaking his head at you. his eyes looked like they were begging now. a sudden change from before. his hand squeezing your own. "come on, baby. just give in."

nearly a decade or so being together with such love with ryomen sukuna, you had always known that he was clingy but you never thought that he would be this clingy after getting married to you.

in some ways, marriage didn't really change your dynamics or your feelings for each other. that's just how it was when you've been so in love and continue to be in love after all this time.

but there was something about getting married that made the intensity of his desire to hold you, to touch you even more overwhelming. his life is incomplete when he's not feeling the warmth that completes the cold sweat that comes after he sits down and leaves the court for the day.

his body demands the warmth of you to complete him when the passion of the court cools down. because at the end of the day, he will walk out of that court. he will always go and in and out of it.

but you were the only one he could never leave. you were the only one that he will never resign himself away from. you were that only exception. because you bring him to life in ways not even the thunderous intensity of that ball hitting his palm ever would.

your warmth was more than anything that could ever be in this world. and he knows it. you knew it. so, yes, you could feel annoyed at the thought of him sulking and groaning and crying and moping with neediness for you and everything about you.

but it instantly goes away. because you love this man. and he loves you. that will never go away. annoyance is temporary but wanting to love him with everything despite it all is forever.

you looked at him for one more moment, seeing the tears threaten to fall down his eyes as though he was a little child about to have a crash out over not getting his favorite lollipop. you shake your head and started smiling and then laughing.

"alright, alright. just tonight, my love. after that, we'll go to bed."

you saw the threat of tears immediately disappear as he grins widely, almost as if his melt down had never happened. almost instantly, your husband became a golden retriever who has finally gotten a treat to enjoy.

he all but embraces you with everything in him, with you being nearly falling over as you get consumed by the warmth of his much bigger built. impressively, your hands are still locked in with his.

"my love—i'm about to fall!"

he laughs. "baby, you'll never fall. not when im here to catch you!"

and you like to think that's the case. he's never let you fall anywhere. he's never let you suffer or feel like he never cares for you or loves you. instead, he keeps you high above with him in the joyous clouds, enjoying the bountiful of the love he pours everything into.

when you both go to the bathroom, he's doing his facial with his free hand while his other one still remained wrapped against your own. you continued to listen to him talk about his day with enthusiasm, his bright scarlet eyes never leaving your own, which was full of love for him.

"did you know they're finally allowing me to have my uniform and shoes engrave the 'my love' on it?"

you blinked. "you requested it? and they approved it?"

"i mean, i've asked about it the moment i signed for them babe! been wanting to keep you with me at court if i can't wear my ring." he says, beaming at you. "but since im renegotiating my contract with the tokyo great bears and with the national team, it was the demand i asked for in my contract and they said yes!"

you could feel your entire chest feel warm and your entire body turn red as the blood in pumped high with pressure, feeling overwhelmed by the love your husband has for you. you use your free hand to hide your face in your palm, out of sheer flustered feeling taking over you.

how did you ever luck out in love in a world that has such a bleak look? how could one have such a big heart to love? how could you not love him and only him? how could every bit of everything that is negative just burst out in positives when he loves you like this?

"baby, why are you lowering your head like that—"

"ah, you're so...." you groaned at him, before looking up, still red. "you're so!...."

he turns around, moved closer to you and pressed a warm kiss on your lips. you were stunned as the smell of his vanilla creme echoes into your nose. you turn redder than before.

"love you too, baby." he whispered to you, his eyes blossoming in heartfuls.

how can he always just defeat you with his love?

".....hurry up, i'm getting sleepy."

"hey, don't sleep before i can!"

[crossingthedreams]

do better — gregory house x f!reader

a/n: I got a little carried away, per usual, and now I’m late with day 04 of the angstober challenge (still a wyp), but I plan on finishing it and posting later today. but, omg, I can’t believe I'm posting day 05 — do better on time! this is also part of @angstober‘s challenge, which I'm having a blast writing. I do love some angsty vibes. please, feel free to comment or dm me!

summary: a relationship between the boss and his employee has a million ways to go wrong. one, in particular, hurt them the most. 

word count: 2.2k

warnings: angst. House is an asshole. mentions of family death. mentions of cancer. struggles with immigration. inappropriate relationship. mentions of smut.

Let medicine be thy food. 

That's the quote, or at least you think it is. After a particularly long shift, words in English seemed to scramble together a bit, with it being your second language and all. Usually, you’re a natural, perfect, fluent speaker. There are moments, however, when understanding what your peers are saying or formulating cohesive sentences becomes a herculean task. You didn’t make yourself unintelligible, but it was a little awkward to be with a patient who clearly had no idea how globalized the world was and how many doctors in the United States were not native English speakers, and who looked at you like you had just robbed the white coat from a “proper doctor”.

Sure, dealing with people was shitty sometimes. “Doctors don’t treat people, they treat illnesses”, your boss had once said. But in your mind, people weren’t that bad. The long hours, the sleep deprivation, the lack of a social life — that was the really bad part. And there were, of course, the very short lunch breaks. 

Medicine was fun, but it had nothing on a full plate of pasta with those weird looking meatballs. What once was disgusting, now seemed appetizing as hell. Not eating once while working for the whole night could do that to a person. Medicine was not food, at least not literally.

You had taken off your sweater and your white coat a while before going to the cafeteria, where the rest of the team was. As of right now, you and Chase had spent thirty-six hours working. Cameron and Foreman had taken the long straws and gone home last night while you and the prettiest doctor around worked on some lab tests. 

That man who, right now, was not really trying to hide how he lustfully eyed you up and down, stopping on your cleavage. You didn’t blame him for looking, though. Firstly, you did spend the night working together and you mentioned that you did not have sex for the last six months, and secondly, you had nice boobs, which was both a blessing and a curse. Also, he was very much exhausted. Thinking about your coworkers in an unfashionable manner to keep awake was better than falling asleep atop of a patient during a lumbar puncture — you had done both, so you could tell, oops. 

“I’ll die if I have to do any more thinking”, the pretty doctor said, accent even more prominent, letting his head drop to the headrest of his seat behind him. 

“Yes, thinking just doesn’t come naturally to some people”, you laughingly replied, sitting down next to Foreman. He scooched over, making more room for you and your tray. There was enough pasta on your plate to feed two, not to mention the salad, the dessert, the can of Coke and the can of energy drink. 

“Damn, kid, do you not have food at home?” You eyed Foreman, a little annoyed at the comment. Why did men think they had the right to comment on women’s food choices and bodies all the damn time? “Don’t give me that look, you know that’s a lot, especially for a girl who skips lunch every other day”. 

“Not by choice” you said, taking a lot of pasta into your mouth. “Nof ba chos”, you replied, mouth full, making everyone at the table let out a tired laugh. 

It was an uneventful meal. The team was really tired, especially Chase, who almost dropped his head on his plate twice. The four of you rushed upstairs when lunch was over, after being paged by your boss. 

The man himself was pacing back and forth in the conference room, brows furrowed and looking extremely aggravated. Nothing new, then, you think, sitting down across from Cameron. 

Allison Cameron and you had been friends since med school, and getting to work together was pretty nice. Women in STEM need each other, of that you were sure. The thing is, she was in a weird place romantically, which made you feel weird about getting along with the people about whom she was confused — which hardly makes sense, but it is what it is. She had a crush on your boss for the longest time, and that didn’t work out at all. And then there was Chase, who she had slept with, but had no interest in further pursuing. 

Hanging out with Chase knowing he’d seen her naked was a little weird, but the fact they’d slept together wasn’t the problem. He liked her, and that was her problem. Your boss, well, he was everybody’s problem. 

Particularly yours, considering… you know. The one-night-that-became-every-night. The HR-nightmare. The doing-the-devil’s-tango. The seeing-each-other-scars. The kissing-and-absolutely-not-telling.

It was fairly easy sneaking around. He was inappropriate, sure, but not big on PDA. He treated you like any other dumbass employee with boobs. If anyone saw the two of you leaving the hospital together? You worked together. If you were seen going towards the same place? You’re neighbors, duh. And if anyone happened to see the two of you having breakfast together in the little café a block around his place? Well, it was a coincidence meeting him there! 

If they saw you giving him head while he tried to play the piano, well… There’s no explanation for that. 

You looked at him coming and going, and you knew his leg must be killing him. Yesterday when you left his home in the morning to pick up your stuff for the day (which turned out to be the day, the night and the next day), he was popping more pills than usual. Shit. 

“New case?”, Cameron asked, looking at the limping man with worry and care in her eyes. You liked her a lot, but she had to stop thinking about your limping man with such care. 

Sure, she liked him first. And she probably worried for him just as she would anyone else. And it was ridiculous to be annoyed at your long-time friend for caring for her boss. Still, there was a sting of jealousy that made you want to bitch-slap her. 

He finally stopped and looked at all of you. When his eyes finally met you, he looked right at your low cut top and let out a “Yowza!”. When you blushed and stood up to pick your white coat, he called your last name, and said, nonchalantly: “Nice boobs”. 

You raised a hand to pinch at the bridge of your nose as you sat down. It might seem like sexual harassment — and at first, it was a little bit —, but now it was just him being as inappropriate as always. Hiding from his feelings, keeping his distance with pathetic remarks and cold attitudes. It made you sad when you started working for him, but right now, you pinched your nose to stop you from giggling like a sixteen year old cheerleader being noticed by the boy on the football team. Or rather, the boy on the bench cursing at the stupid players.

Dr. Gregory House had a massive crush on you, and that made all the shit he did go away. 

You realized Chase started updating House on the patient you spent all night testing and monitoring. Truth is, that guy didn’t stand a chance for a normal life here on forward. At best, he had a benign hereditary chorea. Worst case scenario, it was Huntington manifesting earlier than it should, as you’d been saying from the beginning. 

“Shut up”, House said to Chase, making those blue Australian eyes widen. Poor guy, he looked beyond exhausted. “I understand how DNA testing works. I went to med school too, remember?”

“Yeah, but that was seven hundred years ago”, you let out before you could think twice. You teased House a little for being older. Scratch that, you gave him a lot of crap for being older. You just didn’t do it in front of the team, which was why they all looked at you horrified. 

Horrified, but Foreman was holding in a laugh.

The ‘old-man’ hit his cane on the desk, turning the attention back to him. “Ouch”.

You smiled, playing it off like a remark made by an exhausted overworked young woman who disliked her boss. House half-screamed some orders to all of you, even though he already knew you had clinic duty. 

The hours left to finish on the clinic were manageable, so you could finish it after you did some of the tests House asked.  

Time passed by too quickly, and as your day went by, you remembered you had to talk to Wilson as soon as possible. It wasn’t a life or death matter, but a peace of mind kind of thing. You decided to stop by his office before you It was then that you overheard something you shouldn’t have.

Well, that brought the high school memories right back. 

It was the middle of the afternoon, also known as the beginning of your third shift in a row, and you were stopping by Wilson’s office to discuss a private matter. A family member of yours had cancer, and then another one. By the time your fourth relative came down with the diagnosis, you decided to check your genetic predisposition. Although the tests came back clean, meaning you were safe for oncology purposes, you still wanted to know his opinion on how you could be even safer.

You looked cancer in the eyes many times. You didn’t want to look at it in the mirror too. 

For some godly reason, you stopped before knocking. That’s when you recognized your boss’s voice, complaining about something, per usual. 

“She’s a baby! She had never watched Grease, for crying out loud”, the voice and the footsteps made their sounds in harmony. You leaned in closer to the door, to try and listen better. 

“Well, you two barely know each other, now it’s the time to know if there’s a future in this relationship or not. And would you ever marry her?”, Wilson’s voice, and the words made you freeze. 

“Not everyone has marriage on the brain 24/7, Wilson”, House replied. Even from behind the door, you could almost hear the engines in his brain turning. “And God, no. I could never marry her. I can do better than a gullible third-world princess”.

You froze.

Of course he’d say that. Of course. Even if he didn’t mean it. 

The realization came like an electrical shock flowing through your body. You felt it, and it made the hairs on the nape of your neck rise. 

You meant nothing to him. 

As an immigrant, the feeling of never belonging is constant. You don’t belong in the place you now live, but you don’t really belong in the place you were born. 

You had felt for a fraction of a second that you could find your place here. In House's department. Perhaps, even with House. God, you were stupid. You were a device for him to finish his puzzles, and an object to finish… Well, to finish himself off. 

As you left your transe and heard the voices again, you ran as fast as you could back to the clinic, where you had a couple hours left to finish. There was something you needed to arrange with Cuddy, too. 

Hours later, you were in the department’s room reading some exams when House walked in. 

He eyed you up and down again, eyes lingering on your breasts a little longer than a boss’ eyes normally would. “So”, he took his bootle from his jacket and opened it, popping a couple of pills, “your place or mine?” 

“You suck”, you murmured, angrily, but pouting a little. He’d never admit it, but he loved seeing you a little aggravated, crossing your arms in front of your body in a way that made your already eye-catching torso irresistible. 

He smiled a little, putting the medicine back in his pocket. “No, sweetheart”, he now fully grinned, “that’s you.”

You rolled your eyes, but let your arms fall and a cold smile creeped into your face. 

“Yes, I do, actually”, you rose up from the chair and walked all the way towards him, hitting your hand towards his chest and pressing the paper you were holding against him. “I’m a full on sucker, and ass-kisser, as you like to point out. That’s why your so called mortal enemy offered me a job in New York”. 

He took the paper, blue eyes never leaving yours. 

“Consider this my two weeks notice”. It was hard to say, but it felt a little good, too. Logically, there were no downsides in this opportunity. Then, why did it hurt so much? “I guess everyone was right. I can do better”.

The double meaning was not lost on House. 

Your hand finally left his chest, and he didn’t look back as you left. 

Looking at it now, it all seems so simple. It never is, though, is it? Especially with House. And you, an intelligent, kind, talented and ambitious young woman, could definitely do better than attach yourself to a crippled, bitter, odious older man. 

You were doing better now. So, why, pray tell, why did this still hurt so much? 

[impala666]

Friends

Here it is! Another Frank Langdon x reader fic and yes I am still ignoring what happened in episode 10. I honestly don't even know if this is good, I'm half awake right now but enjoy. Maybe later down the road I'll have inspo for a Dr. Robby or Dr. Abbott (I love him so much) story, we'll just have to see.

     Before you made your friend from a higher place, Dr. Frank Langdon from the ER you used to just eat a snack or your lunch when you were on break from the lab. It was one of those situation where you both hated each other at first because you though the other was a bitch or an asshole. Which he was, but now the 2 of you bonded over that fact and became pretty close friends. 

    No you’re wondering. How can a person who works in a lab, in a basement, meet a hot shot doctor from the ER. Well, one time someone had messed up on a test in the lab and Frank, the short tempered man that he is. Some how found the time to go down to the lab to yell at the poor tech. That was when you decided and step in and fill him in on how big of an arrogant ass he was being. Because just who the hell did he think he was? Which just made him tuck tail and run out of the lab and run back to the ER. You had clearly embarrassed him, but you didn’t really care that he was a doctor. Just because someone made a mistake didn’t warrant him stopping everything in his most likely busy day to yell at the poor tech who had only started a week prior. But later in the week Dr. Langdon and yourself ran into each other in the cafeteria getting cups of bad coffee for yourselves, he paid for yours as well and profusely apologized. Acknowledging that he was indeed being an ass for yelling at someone and how embarrassed he was. 

But that was year ago, now the two of you had become very close friends after many more bad cups of coffee together and short breaks of going to each others work stations to annoy the other person when each of you got the chance. Some days Langdon would run away from the ED for 5 to 10 minutes to hang out by your desk in the lab, and of course he would bring snacks. But today was your turn, you had a whole 45 minute break, so texted him “Visit?” Making sure he wasn’t busy (he was always busy, but the closest he ever got to a break was charting). “Charting,” he replied with an eye rolling emoji which made you scoff and roll your eyes at how dramatic he was. “Come on up!” He sent immediately after.

“Hey Dana!” You greeted her after you made the small trek from the lower level of the hospital to the first floor. “How’s it going up here?”

“Hey sweetheart,” she likewise greeted you with a smile. “You know, it’s just another day in paradise.” You smiled at her small joke. “What did you bring me to pay your toll?” Dana joking rose her eyebrow at you. Technically it wasn’t the best idea for you to be up here, or for Langdon to hang in the lab. But when you brought Dana and Dr. Robby a little token of your gratitude they let it slide.

“I brought you a starbucks!” You cheered as you placed the hot paper cup in front of her before making your way towards the computers that Langdon and Robby were sitting at.

“Ohh, bless you darlin!” Dana beamed. You smiled at yourself, sometimes the doctors, nurses, etc were so much nicer than the techs down in the lab, but oh well. You made your bed and you loved doing what you did. Helping the people just not with the people. 

“Look who they let out of the dungeon!” Was Robby’s form of greeting when he looked up from his computer over his old man glasses.

“Yeah well they let me out on good behavior.” You joked back with him. “For you,” with a smile you handed him his own cup of coffee. From working in the hospital yourself, you knew that the way to anyone heart who worked here was coffee or any form of caffeine.

“What about me?” Langdon asked with mock offense, arms out wide before returning to typing on his computer.

“What about you?” You asked, leaning your forearms on the top of his cubical-like wall. Dr. Robby and you looked at Frank waiting to see what he could come up with.

“Well, what did you bring me?” Langdon asked.

“My presence, obviously.” You smiled brightly. “No, I’m totally kidding. I brought you coffee, twizzlers, and Lorna Doone cookies.” You handed him his coffee and dropped all the other goodies onto the keyboard in front of him. 

“Have a good rest of your day, alright Y/N.” Robby gave you a tight lipped smile as he got up from his chair most likely to check in on a patient. So you took that as a sign to take his rolling office chair so you could discreetly nibble on the granola bar that you brought up for yourself. As Langdon and you talked about how each of your days were going you couldn’t help but feel someone staring at you. A squirrely, sandy haired boy who looked like he was over do on a good nights sleep was staring at you from the nurses station.

“What is it?” Langdon asked as he noticed you looking at something over his shoulder. You shook your head no but couldn’t help but ask the kid what was happening. He must have been one of the new students that Langdon briefly mentioned earlier. But why stare at you when he could just introduced himself, it’s not like you would bite anyone.

“Can I help you?” Your question made the boys eyes bulge out of his skull just slightly.

“Uh, n-no. I just wanted to say that the two of you make a cute couple.” Langdon and you looked at each other with growing smiled trying your hardest not to laugh at the poor kid.

“Whitaker, you know that I’m married,” Langdon told him like it was obvious. Which to everyone it should have been, he only talked about his wife and kids all the time.

“I know, I just thought she was your wife.” Whitaker commented looking a little bit more embarrassed. 

“I’m not married,” you told the young man with a slight blush to your cheeks. This wasn’t the first time that people thought that Langdon and yourself were married or having an affair. Sometimes people in healthcare loved telling stories, which then turn into rumors that people start to believe. “We’re just friends.” Poor Whitaker looked like he was embarrassed because he thought that he was embarrassing you. Which couldn’t be farther from the truth; truth was you loved your single life! Sometimes men and women could really just be friends, but society would alway refuse to accept this. 

“S-sorry.” Whitaker stood there fiddling with his fingers like he wasn’t sure of what to do next. But then he realized that the ER patient list screen above the nurse station was his easy escape. “I have a patient to go take care of, bye.” You waved your hand after him as he scurried away. When he finally turned the corner your face turned to one of surprise and shock that that had happened, to which Langon scoffed without looking up from his twizzler in his hand and shaking his head. 

“Newbie,” he said under his breath.

“Hey,” you nudged him with your foot under the desk. “Don’t be mean.” The mix up was immediately forgotten when Langdon raced off into action, leaving you to your break in peace.

[caramel-maive-chiato]

Stuck with you pt. 2 - Viktor ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

✦ summary: You two are figuring out this whole unexpected pregnancy thing (mostly by arguing). It’s late, raining outside, and you’re both still at the lab, too stubborn to go home, somehow, he’s actually not being an asshole.

Requests open! recommendations and prompts list

masterlist | Part 1

✦ genre: drama/hurt-comfort

✦ pairing: fem!reader (afab)

✦ warnings: mild cursing, Viktor being kind of an asshole to you (a bit softer now)

✦ author`s note: godddd I'm so nervousss, I rewriten this like 3 times, I was scared this part couldn’t reach the same hype part 1 did :(, so I really hope you enjoy it! (no proofread btw)

Some weeks had gone by, now you were three months pregnant, your bump started to be more noticeable even when you tried to cover it up with your clothes.

You and Viktor fell into a steady rhythm of serious conversations about paternity and then came back to insulting each other like any other Friday afternoon.

Though his concern for your health started deepening, the worst part wasn’t that you were pregnant.

It wasn’t even that it was Viktor’s. No, the worst part was that Viktor was being Viktor about the whole thing.

Annoying. Sharp-tongued. Infuriatingly composed. And somehow, somehow, still the most brilliant person you’d ever met, which only made it worse.

Life had settled into a bizarre phase at the lab. No screaming, no dramatic arguments. Instead, it was small things;

Viktor shoving a glass of water at you in the middle of a long work session, making sure you didn’t forget to eat, tossing out a casual, accented: "perhaps you should sit down"

'don’t dive your head into a fantasy that does not exist'

That was the mantra you kept repeating to yourself whenever that warm feeling started to swell in your chest, whenever he wasn't being an asshole. As if his bare minimum of decent behavior was enough to set off a whole internal war within you.

But he was still him. Still determined to get under your skin.

Which was probably why, after days of suspiciously thoughtful behavior, you weren’t at all surprised when he ruined it. One rainy, stormy afternoon;

“Your calculations are wrong” he said, not even looking up from his notes.

You glanced up from the blueprints you were working on, unimpressed. “Excuse me?”

“Your stabilizer formula for the gem holder. It is incorrect, very incorrect actually." Viktor tapped a page in front of him, his usual smirk edging into something even more insufferable.

“Oh, please. I’ve been refining this formula for months. There is nothing wrong with it.”

You saw a flash of light before a raging thunder made the windows tremble. His eyes flicked up, sharp and amused.

“Then you will not mind if I...” He took your notebook from the table before you could stop him, scanning the equations.

Your blood pressure spiked. “Viktor—”

“Ah, here it is.” He tapped a line of calculations with his pen. “a rounding error, pretty basic mistake for the mastermind you pretend to be.”

“It’s fine” You grabbed the notebook back before he could say another word.

“Hmm.” He leaned back. “It is unlike you to make such mistakes. Distracted, aren't you?”

“Maybe I am, in fact, distracted. I wonder why” You huffed, rolling your eyes.

His gaze flickered to your stomach—just briefly, just enough for your heart to do something stupid in your chest—before he looked back at your face, unimpressed.

“Do not blame me for your inability to multitask.”

You wanted to throw something at him. Instead, you exhaled through your nose, willing patience into your voice. “You are so lucky that I am too tired to fight you today.”

“Lucky,” he repeated dryly. “yes, that is exactly how I would describe this situation.”

Your fingers curled into fists. “You are so infuriating—”

“and you are exhausting”

“You don’t listen to anything”

“You always have to control everything”

“I am very frustrating, after all, you have said it many times actually" he hummed, shifting his weight onto his cane.

“because you clearly are" you muttered.

"And yet, I am offering you emotional support," Viktor continued, his tone light, almost playful."a noble man, truly a gentleman."

"Such a noble man, nothing screams chivalry like making fun of a poor single mother."

The words hit like punches in a boxing match, neither of you willing to back down.

Then it came out of your mouth before you could stop it—

“no matter how much you hate me, we still have to raise a child together.”

Silence.

Viktor’s expression flickered, just for a second. He exhaled slowly, tapping his fingers against the desk.

“…I don’t hate you.”

His voice was softer than you expected.

Your anger didn’t vanish completely, but it dulled around the edges.

His tall -cane suported- figure getting outlined by the lightings that cracked behind him made your body tingle in waves, as if the thunder had strucked you.

You frowned, arms still crossed.

“you sure act like it sometimes.”

Silence.

The next time you saw Viktor around the lab, it was late, far past when either of you should have still been in there.

You were sitting at your desk, staring down a half-eaten sandwich with the kind of exhaustion that came from too many late nights and too many unspoken thoughts.

If Jayce wasn’t a complete mess at doing his annotations, you would probably be sleeping at your cozy, warm house.

Away from your emotionally supportive co-parenting bastard.

The only sound was the scratch of chalk against the board, the occasional tap of his cane against the floor, and the rain outside.

Until, of course, he broke the silence.

“You are eating that as if it’s your last meal on death row, it’s pathetic.”

“I am tired.” you sighed, setting it down, your hand sliding down your face.

“Well, you are here, but you could be cozy at home already." Viktor hummed, flipping a page in his notes.

“So are you.”

He smirked, not denying it. “I have an excuse. This is my life, I do what I want, and what I want is to work.”

For all his stubbornness, all his arrogance, you knew he was carrying this research like a burden. That he had convinced himself he had to solve it, no matter the cost.

"Well, let me tell you something that might surprise you, I work here too," you said, tapping the desk. “Monday to Saturday from 8 to 8."

“So do I" Viktor tilted his head, studying you. “But you never stay this late.”

“Yeah, well. Things change.” You hesitated, fingers tightening around your pen.

There was a long silence. A pause, like he wasn’t sure whether to step past whatever invisible line had been drawn between you since this whole mess started.

Then, quietly, “Are you feeling unwell?"

You blinked. The question was so… simple. Not teasing, not smug. Just genuine worry.

“…I’m fine” you said, but even you didn’t believe it.

Viktor didn’t continue further, just nodded. But something in his expression softened just a fraction, just enough to make your chest tighten.

A few more minutes passed in silence before you let out a breath.

“You know,” you said, your voice quieter, “I still haven’t figured out how I’m supposed to tell everyone.”

"Perhaps not like you told me, you almost gave me a heart attack"

There was a pause, a beat where neither of you spoke. Your voice was softer when you continued.

“I didn’t know how to tell you.” Your fingers traced patterns on the desk. “I thought I was going to be a sad single mom"

“You thought I would leave?” Viktor’s smirk faded. His fingers stilled as he fidgeted with a loose screw, and his gaze flickered toward you.

You swallowed.

“I didn’t know.”

His brow furrowed. “Do you really think so little of me?”

“No!” you said quickly, then sighed. “I just… I didn’t want to assume you’d want this.”

You motioned vaguely, meaning the baby, the responsibility, the entire future that came with it.

Viktor studied you for a long moment. His voice was softer when he finally spoke.

"I was an ass," he admitted. "Stomping over you, claiming your research. I shouldn’t have done that."

His hand rested on your shoulder—not pressing, just there, warm through the fabric of your shirt.

His thumb idly brushed against your spine as he moved it down, waiting, patient. Giving you flashbacks you didn’t want to have right now.

"Wow, you are the most morally intelligent person I have ever met, Vik" you said with the most mock-serious tone you could produce.

"I think it is way too late for an apology, sorry buddy.” you continued

"I hand you the best material to argue with me like old times, and you just bitch me around?” he said, eyebrow raised

“You want my attention so bad?"

You didn’t know who moved first, if it was you or him. But the space between you vanished, and then—

Then you kissed him.

Or maybe he kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t some heated, reckless moment.

It was slow. Gentle. Like neither of you wanted to admit how long you had been waiting for it.

Viktor exhaled softly against your lips, like he had finally given up trying to fight something inevitable. Rain drops tickling the windows still.

When you finally pulled away, you were still close enough to feel the warmth of him.

“Hmm.” he tilted his head slightly.

“What?” you frowned.

“That was… unexpectedly pleasant.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head.

“Shut up.”

His smirk was small, shy even.

“Make me.”

You kissed him again.

Just once. Just because you could. And somehow, that was the most dangerous part of all.

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pairing: seungcheol x afab reader word count: 4K synopsis: your clumsy lab partner left a bruise on you. seungcheol seems disproportionately upset by it, but it makes way more sense once you understand why. themes: college au, best friend seungcheol, double sided repressed feelings, possessive and jealous seungcheol. warnings: smut, mentions of bruising/marking, mention of reader being smaller than seungcheol.

a/n: i started this literally one year ago and lost steam. and then blonde.fucking.scoups comes along and truly does a number on me. anyways, bon appetit, LOL

“What the hell happened to you?” Seungcheol’s eyes widened as you stretched your legs across his lap on the sofa.

“What?” you blinked at him, taking your eyes off of the television momentarily.

“What’s this bruise from?” he asked, resisting the strong urge to touch the bluish purple mark just above your elbow.

“Ah, that!” you shrugged, “I almost tripped the other day in lab. Mingyu grabbed me, but he might as well have let me fall! Who knew someone could bruise you just from grabbing you! Like how strong is that dude even?” you rolled your eyes. Grumbling, you returned your attention to the screen.

Seungcheol stewed next to you. While he had no real claim or reason to be upset at your lab partner, every time you brought him up, it made him want to strangle someone.

Mingyu was so tall that you had to readjust the titration burette between replicates. Mingyu was all sweaty because he had come to lab right after the gym. Mingyu didn’t cover his face while sneezing.

Seungcheol eagerly awaited next semester when he wouldn’t have to hear about this man anymore.

Swallowing, your eyes flitted nervously to your best friend’s hands, which were stroking your calves absentmindedly as he watched the show. While just a mindless gesture on his part, you were struggling silently with the way it made your insides turn just slightly into jelly.

“Cheol, that tickles!” you finally pulled your legs away, curling into a ball against the armrest of the sofa.

“Oh, sorry,” he smiled sheepishly at you, seeming distracted. It almost seemed like your friend was sulking, but you couldn’t understand why. You were watching a sitcom!

…

“There you are!”

You looked up to see your lab partner standing over your table, clutching the straps of his backpack.

“Oh, hey Mingyu,” you furrowed your brows at him, “Did you need something?”

“I thought we were supposed to be working on our lab report today?” he cocked his head at you, wondering if he had gotten the time wrong.

“Oh shit!” you cursed, “I’m so sorry Gyu, I totally lost track of time!”

“That’s okay,” he laughed, “It’s not that big of a deal. You want to work on it now?”

“Sure!” you nodded, glancing at Seungcheol and Jeonghan, who were immersed in their computer programming assignments. “Do you mind if Mingyu joins us? We have a lab report.”

“Yes, we heard,” Jeonghan rolls his eyes at you, “Sure that’s fine.”

“Thanks,” Mingyu nods before taking the seat next to you.

“Did you start anything for it yet?” you asked, pulling your lab notebook out of your backpack.

“Whoa, did I really grab you that hard that day?” Mingyu exclaimed, seeing the purple bruise on your arm.

“Yes, it fuckin’ hurts too!” you squinted at him, annoyed.

“I didn’t think you could bruise someone just by grabbing them. I guess I’m just super strong, huh?” Mingyu preened.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you threatened to punch him.

Jeonghan observed Seungcheol’s shift in mood with mild interest as you and Mingyu muddled your way through your lab report.

“I need some coffee or I’m going to rip my eyeballs out,” you announced after calculating mole fractions for far too long. You stood from the table to move towards the cafe in the library. You tapped your fingertips on your wallet mindlessly as you calculated how many shots of espresso you could consume without your heart bursting out of your chest.

“YN!” a familiar voice greeted you as they tapped your shoulder.

“Ah, hey!” you smiled at Bina, your lab partner from last year. “Ugh, I’m working on a lab report and it is giving me flashbacks to last semester!”

“Oh my god, please don’t remind me!” she rolled her eyes. You two had barely managed to scrape through that class. Unlike you, it had been her only chem requirement, so she was free of the horror of lab reports now. “Who’s your lab partner this semester?”

“Mingyu Kim,” you scrunched up your nose slightly, “God bless him, but he is such a klutz.”

“Wait, no. Mingyu? The Kim Mingyu?” Bina paled slightly.

“Why? Do you know him? Is there tea?” you looked at her with wide eyes.

“No, god I wish. He’s just so hot to me! I’m jealous, I would slog through another semester of chem to be his lab partner.”

“Would you?!” you gaped at her, thoroughly alarmed. “You’re sick in the head over this man,” you laughed heartily.

“No, probably not,” Bina chuckled after giving it some more serious consideration. “But I’d think long and hard about it.”

“We’re sitting over there if you wanna stop by and say hi. I’ll introduce y’all,” you offered before placing your order with the cashier.

“I might do that,” she craned her head to see exactly where your table was. “You’re sitting with Seungcheol too? My friend is infatuated with that man. They’re in Comp Sci together. Can she come say hi too?”

“S-sure,” you answered blankly. You had no stake or claim, but something in you wanted to scream ‘NO!’ when you heard Bina ask that question.

“You’re the best, we’ll be over in a bit,” Bina smiled brightly at you, giving you a squeeze.

“Okay, I’m ready to resume crying,” you announced when you returned to the table with your beverage.

“Okay, good, cause I’m ready to take a break from crying,” Mingyu looked up at you pitifully. “I think I figured out 4. So then if we can figure out 5, then we just need to pull together some nonsense for the discussion.”

“Okay, okay,” you nodded determinedly. By some miracle, question 5 was just some simple dilution practice, so before long you and Mingyu were typing furiously, chipping away at the remainder of the lab report.

“Hey YN!” Bina’s voice pulled you out of a sentence about how (DUH) important it was to switch pipettes between samples.

“Oh, hey Bina! What’s up?” you waved excitedly at your friend, eager to do some meddling for her.

“Not much, how are you? Long time no see!”

“Yes, luckily you’re done with your chem requirements, otherwise you’d be here crying with us,” you laughed as Mingyu and Seungcheol looked on at you with interest. Jeonghan had long ago put on a pair of noise canceling headphones and was ignoring everybody. “Mingyu, Bina was my lab partner last semester. And she was a lot better than you are,” you couldn’t help but tease.

“Hey!” Mingyu pouted.

“I mean at the very least she’s my height, so I didn’t have to readjust the biuret every time we titrated,” you rolled your eyes playfully at Bina.

“It’s not my fault you’re both short,” Mingyu protested, eyes flickering to Bina for some support.

“If it makes you feel better, I was terrible in lab too,” she offered up sympathetically, “YN is my patron saint of chemistry. Did she ever tell you about how I exploded two crucibles one time?”

“No!” Mingyu looked at her with interest, “Was YN also very mean to you and made you finish your work way ahead of time?”

“Yes!” Bina giggled excitedly, “Like why can’t we pull all nighters like normal people?”

“Hell no, I’m not disrupting my sleep schedule for y’all. No thanks,” you shook your head stalwartly. “Anyways, you two should exchange numbers so you can complain about me on your own time,” you chuckled. Bina and Mingyu seemed to agree and set about that task enthusiastically.

“Ah, sorry I’m being rude, this is my friend Hayoung! We’re in a writing foundations class together so we were working on that.”

“Hi,” she waved at everyone shyly.

“Hayoung, what’s your major?” you asked.

“Computer science, focusing on human & computer interactions.”

“Ooh?! Love me a girly in STEM! These two are comp sci as well! Do you all know each other?” you asked, mostly Seungcheol as Jeonghan was still intent on ignoring you.

“Maybe? You look kind of familiar, but I don’t talk to many people in class,” he chuckled honestly.

“I think we might have a class together?” Hayoung smiled.

“Oh wonderful! You two should exchange numbers too! Maybe you can work on comp sci stuff together,” you suggested. They weren’t really giving you too much to work with, if you were being honest.

“I’d actually love that,” Hayoung’s eyes creased into a smile, “I don’t know that many people in the major.”

“Is it because they’re being sexist?” your eyes widened and you raised a fist theatrically, “I’ll fight them all for you. Cheol, you will too, right? Jeonghan’s not much use in a fight, if I’m being honest,” you commented quietly, glancing at the target of your teasing.

“Sure,” Seungcheol’s face creased into a real smile as he watched you whisper about Jeonghan animatedly.

Hayoung and Seungcheol exchanged phone numbers as you watched on excitedly. Hayoung was clearly pleased, but Seungcheol was making a face as if he had tasted something odd, but was too polite to say anything about it.

“Bina is so cute!” Mingyu remarked happily after they both left, “Lucky you with your cute lab partners!”

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes at him, “I love doing unpaid babysitting in the lab.”

…

“Cheol, can I crash on your couch?” you spoke after he picked up your call.

“Yeah, of course! Are you okay?” Seungcheol’s brow furrowed, worried.

“Yeah, I’ve just been sexiled,” you grumbled, starting your walk towards Seungcheol’s apartment. He met you about halfway and the two of you caught up on the walk back.

“How are things with Hayoung?” you asked, not quite making eye contact.

“What?” his hand slipped as he was moving to turn the doorknob.

“Hayoung, did you guys ever meet up to work on comp sci together?” you asked, lips pursed as you followed him into his apartment.

“Oh, no, she texted me but I forgot to text her back,” Seungcheol shrugged.

“Text her back, you jerk!” you poked Seungcheol insistently, “Hayoung’s cute! And she likes you.”

“That’s good for her,” Seungcheol grumbled, irritated at your attempt to push him towards someone else. Maybe his cause was truly hopeless.

“You’re acting weird,” you glanced at him oddly before flopping down on the couch.

“No, you take the bed,” Seungcheol ignored your statement and plopped down near your feet, tapping your legs lightly.

“No! I’m not gonna kick you out of your bed!” you protested.

“No, seriously, sleep on the bed. I always wake up before you anyways. I’ll end up waking you up if you sleep out here.”

“I-,” you tried to think of another excuse, but he wasn’t your best friend for no reason. He knew you just as well as you knew yourself. “Okay,” you acquiesced, hopping up from the couch to walk into his room, “Do you need anything from here before bed?” you turned to ask him, hand on the doorframe.

“Nope, I don’t think so.”

“Okay, thanks again for letting me crash,” you smiled at him before pulling the door not quite closed behind you.

Once inside, you dropped your bag and helped yourself to a t-shirt and pair of shorts from Seungcheol’s drawers. You laughed at the way you were swimming in the shirt.

“I look ridiculous,” you laughed, walking back out into the living room. “Cheol, look,” you spread your arms out to your sides, showing Seungcheol the way that his t-shirt just swallowed you.

“I-,” his brain stopped for a few moments. He wouldn’t say anything, but he could in fact see your nipples as you tried to show him whatever you were showing him. “What?”

“Your shirt is too big on me,” you folded your arms over your chest, irritated that he had been listening.

“Oh yeah, well I’m bigger than you,” he replied curtly.

“Well, yeah,” you glanced away from him. He was in such an odd mood today! You grumbled just a little bit before flopping down on the bed. You were tired.

Tossing and turning, you fought for a long time to push down the arousal that was building in your gut. Being enveloped by Seungcheol’s scent was making your brain go haywire. You could feel yourself throbbing and you bit down on your fist in an effort to try and distract yourself, but that hadn’t worked. Glancing nervously at the door, you contemplated seeking some relief, but the idea of doing it in Seungcheol’s bed while he was just outside the door inspired guilt, worry, and worst of all, excitement. 

You managed to ignore yourself for about ten minutes before your left hand snuck down between your thighs, stroking them softly. Sinking deeper into Seungcheol’s pillows, you closed your eyes and imagined your best friend’s hands softly caressing and spreading your legs apart. You were embarrassed to hear the wet sounds of yourself opening up, but not embarrassed enough to stop. Your right hand came to tease the sensitive undersides of your breasts as your fingertips stroked languidly through your folds.

In the living room, Cheol wrestled with whether to disturb you or not. Several minutes ago, he had noticed that one of his textbooks was still in his room. He’d been planning to get ahead on a problem set, so it wasn’t as if he needed to disturb you, but he also didn’t see himself falling asleep anytime soon. Chewing his lip, he noticed that the door was still slightly ajar and decided to retrieve the book as you must not have gone to bed just yet.

When his eyes first landed on your face, your brows were knit up in utter concentration as your hands worked feverishly under the covers. Your front teeth had your lower lip pinned down as you bit back the loudest of your desperate noises. Seungcheol’s pupils dilated as he registered what was happening. Frantically, he tried to back out of the room, but his sweater caught the edge of a pamphlet that had been hanging off the bookshelf, sending a handful of items clattering to the floor.

“Fuck!” your eyes shot open, panicked as you met Cheol’s gaze, “I’m, you-, help!” you squeaked, pulling the covers over your face as you wished to vanish off the face of the earth.

Seungcheol’s mind went blank as he walked towards you, placing his hands over yours to pull down the covers. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, so overcome with embarrassment that you failed to register the look of hunger in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry Cheol, I didn’t, I shouldn’t have done that here!”

“What?” he cocked his head to the side, brain not really functioning.

“It’s your bed!” you looked at him as if he was crazy, “I just-, you smell so good,” you spoke without thinking.

“I…,” he looked you up and down, “You’re telling me I inspired this?”

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said that, oh my god!” you groaned, trying to shrug under the covers again. Seungcheol’s large hands held you still and you watched in disbelief as he brought your left hand up to inspect it. The shine of moisture on your fingers was mortifyingly telling, but he surprised you to your core when he brought your hand to his mouth and sucked your wet fingers inside.

“Huh?!” you choked out, eyes fluttering shut as he tongue stroked between your digits, tasting you thoroughly.

“You should’ve told me about this sooner,” he told you, voice gravely with desire, “I’ve been torturing myself trying to ignore how much I think about you.”

“Oh?” you blinked at him in disbelief.

“Yes, oh,”  Seungcheol rolled his eyes at you, “Now let me help, as you requested.”

His fingers wandered. His eyes widened slightly when he felt just how wet you were. The rumble that emitted from his chest almost sounded like a purr and you found yourself quickly breathless at his ministrations.

“Cheol,” you moaned, melting slightly as his substantially larger fingers swirled dizzyingly through your folds. He smirked down at you, more than pleased to hear your saying his name in that manner.

“So needy,” he chuckled, eyes flicking over you.

“Well I was halfway there when you walked in,” you teased him and his eyes flashed at you, a subtle warning.

He raised one eyebrow at you before sliding his fingers inside of you. You choked on your breath at the intrusion, though your legs parted asking for more.

“You-, your fingers!”

“Mm, how do they feel?” he smirked at you, confident.

“I knew they’d stretch me out, bigger than mine,” you panted and his eyes widened at the realization that this wasn’t the first time you’d imagined this.

“You think about me a lot?” he raised an eyebrow at you, now cocky.

“No,” you lied, glancing away to avoid his eyes.

“My thick fingers spreading you open,” he continued anyways, smirking when he felt the way you reacted around him.

“Seung-,” you whined, overwhelmed at the way he teased you.

“God I like hearing you say my name like that,” Seungcheol shook his head, as if in disbelief. “Can I see you?” he asked, other hand itching to peel back the comforter.

You nodded wordlessly. You were slightly mortified to reveal yourself to him in this way, but his other hand quickly distracted you. You watched his eyes rove across you appreciatively until they trained in on your bruise, his jaw clenching.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” he exhaled sharply.

“Why? It wasn’t on purpose!”

“No, it’s not-,” Seungcheol paused. “That’s not why. I was annoyed because the idea of getting to be the one to leave marks on you has rendered me…basically unable to produce coherent thought.”

“Oh? OH,” your eyes widened, gears in your brain turning. “I mean…all yours, Cheol,” you smiled sheepishly at him.

“Really?” he groaned, looking at you appreciatively as he thought about exactly where and how he’d like to mar your skin.

“Seungcheol!” you snapped at him as he continued to mumble to himself.

“Maybe a handprint here?” he grazed your upper thigh with his palm, eyes dancing mischievously at you. “Or a necklace of hickeys,” he growled as he nipped at the base of your neck. He had decided to seize the opportunity to tease you, and as much as you liked it, you only had so much patience.

“Cheol, please,” you pouted, grabbing at his collar, “I can’t take anymore of this.”

“Yes princess,” he pulled an old nickname out of the vault. You melted.

“Mmmpf!” he smothered your next protest with a kiss.

“Seung. Cheol!” you moaned desperately as his hand grabbed your thigh, hard.

The strength in his grip set your nerves alight and your head fell back against the bed, arching your chest up towards him. His mouth took the opportunity to latch onto the underside of your breast, biting down firmly. Your hand fisted itself in his hair.

It was so much sensation. It was so good.

“Hn,” he pulled back with a breathless smile. His eyes flicked down to the spots where his mouth and hand had been and his lips curled into a cocky grin at the bright red marks. With any luck those would be bruised nicely tomorrow.

“That was…a lot,” you murmured as you caught your breath.

“In a bad way?” Seungcheol’s brow furrowed with sudden worry.

“No,” you smiled at him, slightly fuzzy, “In a good way. A really good way.”

“Really?” his eyebrows raised back up with delight. “So you won’t mind if you bruise a little?”

“I don’t think I’ll mind even if you bruise me a lot,” you answered after some thought.

Your best friend’s eyes darkened. The way you had rearranged his words hit the possessive button in his brain like crazy. His lips nibbled and nipped their way down your torso while his hand came to cup your breast. His grip was on the hard side of firm as his lips latched onto a spot on your inner thigh. His tongue stroked across the sensitive skin as he sucked firmly.

Your thighs parted of their own accord as you squirmed at this building onslaught. As you shifted, you could hear the wet sounds of yourself spreading. Open and inviting.

“Cheol, please,” you tried to pull him towards you. “Please,” you panted.

Seungcheol, the bastard, increased the intensity of his sucking before releasing his lips with a loud ‘pop!’. The jolt of the disconnection sent a shiver through you and the spot where his mouth had been now felt woefully cool.

“Pretty,” he looked at the red mark appreciatively. The thought that you would be reminded of this encounter over the next weeks sent a streak of pride through him that was unexpected.

“Seungcheol!” you grabbed his face by his cheeks, directing his attention to you. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to kick you out and take care of it myself!”

His eyes widened and he chuckled sheepishly before reaching over you to pull a condom out of the nightstand. You watched, almost painfully aroused, as he undressed and unrolled the condom over himself. His cock bobbed proudly as he pulled his sturdy torso over you, slotting himself between your thighs.

You sighed when his cock came to rest against your core. You could already tell it was going to be good.

“Seungcheol, please,” you placed your hands around his jaw. “Need you.”

He nodded, reaching down to slip himself inside of you. A soft gasp escaped you as his head pushed in and you couldn’t help but relish in the stretch. Seungcheol took his time sinking into you. The whines and gasps that you made were way too good to be rushed.

“Cheol,” your hands clutched at the back of his thick neck until he was pressed flush against you. “Fuck,” you exhaled into his ear.

Seungcheol’s hand was gripping your hip so hard as he struggled to keep control of himself. Of all the things that he found overwhelming, the way you pulsed and squeezed around him, the little sounds you made as he had pressed into you…the worst of all was the way you smelled. His hand fisted itself further in your hip as he inhaled you, a most intoxicating scent.

You clenched around him as his hand tightened. He was sure to bruise you there, too, and you couldn’t wait. Knowing that you’d be able to see these marks as evidence that this wasn’t another crush induced dream made you feel crazed in a different way.

“You feel perfect,” Seungcheol groaned against your skin as his hips started to move. “I just knew it.”

Clench.

You hooked your legs around his hips as he pumped into you deeply. Each thick stroke pushed you dangerously closer to the precipice and you were ready to fall off the edge.

“Cheol,” you pulled back slightly to meet his blown out gaze. “I’m there.”

“Go ahead,” he encouraged you, aching to feel you come apart around him. “Be good and come for me.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as you let go. Your hands clutched desperately at his shoulders as your pussy fluttered around him. You didn’t even know what kinds of sounds you made as you simply didn’t have the presence of mind.

“So good,” he smiled, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. “So good,” he grunted before his hips shuddered and he emptied himself inside of you.

You wrapped your arms around his torso as he slumped down on top of you. He smiled when you gave him a squeeze with your entire body.

“So you’re kind of possessive, huh?” you chuckled softly after you’d regained your sanity.

Seungcheol squeezed his eyes shut with a laugh. He hadn’t realized it, or maybe it was just because it was you, but yes. Yes he was.

[pokespe-rainbow]

Any Tmnt Iteration x Spider-Man!Reader: Friendly Neighbor

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"I'm not lying! I'm serious! I meet [S/n] in an alley!" - exclaimed the orange claded turtle as his purple brother denied with his head

"Sure Mikey" - came Raphael's voice from the couch - "And of course Megan Fox didn't have anything better to do than chatting with you in a rooftop" - he mocked and turned his attention to his magazine

"Well, [S/n] had to go to protect the city. And that's okay but I'm gonna met them again tonight" - Mikey put his hands on his hips

"I don't know if that's safe Mikey" - came Donnie's voice - "Even if you meet the actual [S/n] I don't think you should give your trust so freely. It could be working with the Foot"

"Yoy sound just like Leo" - Mikey turned hiz gaze around

"Mikey, everytime you ended up trusting someone you ended up getting hurt" - says Raph - "What makes you believe this time will be different?

"But April said [S/n] was cool! And Leatherhead ended up being a great guy! Donnie!" - he called to his purple brother - "I thought you liked [S/n]!"

"Mostly I feel curiosity. That's all. I just wondered how their mutation go and what make that different from ours. From April's reports I'm certain Dr Connors formula is somehow similar to the mutagen effects. It certainly had a superior regeneration system, but is probably because —"

"Ugh!" - Raphael complained - "Please say that in a language I can actually understand."

Donatello gave his older brother a dirty look - "You're imposible" - he said before turning around, not finding his orange brother - "Where's Mikey?"

"Go before dying out of boredom" - Raphael locked his finger and passed a page of his magazine - "Or go to meet his imaginary friend"

"Raphael, what if Mikey is actually telling the truth and he's actually alone with a dangerous mutant?" - asked Donatello

"What do you expect me to do?" - Raphael closed his magazine, annoyed - "Try to stop him? Go after him to the end he complains of how we treat him like he was a little boy when he's a "grown men"?" - mocked with a fake imitation of Mikey's voice - "Why don't you come out after him if you worry so much? Or better? Go ask the fearless leader to get up his ass from his fortress of solitude, if he's in a good mood today?"

"You're unbelievable " - Donatello turned around and go to his lab - "I just can't with you!"

"Oh! So now you're a little pissy too! Just great! Another hermit of a brother is just what I needed!" - Raphael stand up and go to his room

In the entrance of the lair, Michelangelo flinched at Raphael slamming shut his bedroom door, breathing out a sharky breath. He tugged his skateboard before shaking his head. [S/n] was one of the good ones. They had to be.

For a moment he actually wanted to tell Leo he was going out, but he tensed, thinking that better not. Leo hasn't been in the best mood lately, so he probably wouldn't like him meeting [S/n] tonight.

Putting the skateboard on the ground, Mikey speed up away from the lair. Once no one else was left on the living room, Master Splinter come out of his chamber and gave a dissapoiting sigh. He hoped their sons would learn from their past experiences and move on before the rift between them would become to big. And he should probably talk to Michelangelo about stranger danger once he decided to come back home. His youngest son seemed to use some time alone to clear his mind.

You hanged from the building, expecting the sigh of the orange before duty decided to call [S/n] back to action, not really wanting to disappoint. You had left some poor devil hanging out in Hells Kitchen before coming here. You really expected the cops would come to get the guy down. Or he would really use a bathroom the moment the webs expired.

The sound of metal rolling against the paviment called your attention, looking down, really thanking the spider for improving your sense of sight, despite spiders having bad vision, except for the jumping spiders, species you believed was the spider that bited you. A manhole to the sewers slided and you prepared to jump in action when a familiar masked face and a tingle of acknowledgement revealed some green gummy bean.

"Mikey!" - you called, the turtle head snapping at your direction and smiling like a kid in Christmas - "Buddy, I was started to worry"

"Yeah, sorry." - Mikey apologized as he covered the manhole - "My brothers kind off didn't believed me"

"Sorry to hear that" - You say as you waited to the turtle to come up.

Despite the shell and the fame of turtles being slow, the turtle didn't had a lot of problems scaling the building and sitting near you. You could say he was more agile than most of your villains. You guys had more or less the same height, tough the turtle seemed more interested of New York's streets.

". . . . . So, do you like Jersey?" - you asked out of nowhere

"What?" - Mikey turned to see you

"Do you like Jersey?" - you asked again

"No, Jersey sucks" - answered Mikey with a confused face

"That's what I wanted to hear" - you answer - "Jersey sucks!" - you screamed, your voice being muffled by New Yorks noises. You nugged Mikey's shoulder - "Now you try, no one's gonna judge you, everyone hates Jersey"

Mikey seemed to doubt before looking at New York once again - "New Jersey sucks" - he spit

"Louder, like this" - you cleared your throat - "New Jersey SUCKS!"

Mikey give a weak laugh before standing up - "New Jersey Sucks!"

"NEW JERSEY SUCKS!"

"NEW JERSEY SUCKS!"

"YOU SUCK!" - came an angry scream from one of the buildings, you and Mikey stired out of your skin - "IT'S FUCKING 10 PM! FUCKING YONKIS!"

You gave Mikey an awkward look behind your mask - "I think we should go"

"Yeah, we should."

Mikey skated trough the rooftops as you walked near the roof eaves in tiptoes, totally child's play. He had finally seemed to relax of whatever was haunting his mind. Mikey talked about comics and video games, didn't help with the theory of him being a teenager just like you, one that had to hide in the sewer so that way the government couldn't come to cut him in little pieces. You talked about ice cream flavors and your favorite pizza toppings. You had a heated debat of putting pineapple on pizza, but ended as long you remembered they were people out there that put fish on it. It irked both of you and a new solidarity over respecting pizza came out of it.

"And that's why chocolate is the best flavor in the world" - you said casually, and of course chocolate was the best flavor, only an ignorant without taste wouldn't agree with you

"But what if they have pizza flavor?" - came Mikey's response.

"I'd say you're on thin fucking ice." - You pointed at him, at what he chuckled - "I'm serious, don't you ever dare to disrespect pizza that way"

"Okay, I won't disrespect pizza god ever again, I promise" - he raised his arms, all without looking at were he was going - "I never imaginated I'll be talking to you about ice cream"

"Why?" - you tilted your head. Was something you get to say? You were a pretty chill person! Everyone in New York should know that!

"I thought you'll be more like Leo" - said Mikey - "I mean, you guys are a lot alike, Leo's the big brother who takes care of us and you take care of everyone in New York, you both are the best kicking bad guys butts and..." - Mikey seemed to stop - "Leo always takes everything too seriously."

Ooooohhhhh. Family drama. Ouch ouch ouch. You shouldn't be hearing this. This was Mikey's Family and he shouldn't be talking this to the person he met yesterday.

"I'm pretty sure he just tries his best" - You said - "Had you tried to tell your brother how that makes you feel?"

"Always" - Mikey cross his arms - "But is always 'leader this' and 'leader that'. He's been all grumpy since that Foot Clan chick beat his ass the other day."

Foot Clan? You've heard about the Foot Clan. When you spied on Tombstone before jumping to kick his ass, he mentioned them twice. Sounded like a mix of a criminal organization and a feet cult. What was doing Mikey's brothers fighting them? They were vigilantes just like you? Except they couldn't show their faces to the world, even behind a mask. Or having a normal life.

Tonight you ended up learning more about Mikey and their. Still not knowing how they ended up as turtles or fighting a feet cult. But you couldn't ignore this. You just couldn't. God, you were so gonna get involved in this didn't you?

"[S/n], something wrong?" - Mikey's voice bribg you back to the present "If you had to go I get it"

"I'm fine Mikey " - you waved at him - "Just thinking something. We're did we stay?"

"On pizza flavor"

You exhaled from behind your mask. You're never gonna denied help to someone who needed it.

You were gonna help Mikey's family

In a way or another

Spider promise

[cupcakeinat0r]

Thinkin abt DadBod!Miguel… once again…

You were the lucky girl that pulled Miguel n had him wrapped around your lil finger.

As much as he didn’t like to show it publicly, the man was whipped. By the means of your affectionate love, Miguel actually began to take better care of himself, resulting in happy boyfriend weight gain.

As time went on, you’d noticed those changes: Thicker thighs, fatter ass, pecs are perkier, and a soft pouch that you’d feel up when you removed his shirt during hot, open-mouthed make-out sessions.

Miguel was a little surprised to find that you loved it, and since then, has taken advantage of this information.

Now, he proudly walks around shirtless, in nothing but grey sweatpants or even boxers sometimes. He thought he was slick by acting coy, but you knew that he knew that you get wet just by the sight of his brawny, hairy muscles, or that muffin top he had going on… and that happy trail…

Then he’d give you that smirk when he caught you staring, making fun of you when he did. And when he sees that you’re a blushing mess, he attacks you with kisses, you swatting him away but it’s no use; he’s already caged you under him on the couch, the both of you breaking into a fit of giggles.

Today, it’s early in the morning. He didn’t have to be at the society until a little later, so you made the best use of the rare time you had together and made him some breakfast. After he was done eating, the two of you cuddled on the couch for the remainder of his free time.

He was sprawled out on the couch (almost too small for him) with your body on top of his. Your head lays on his chest, the hair there slightly tickling your skin. His strong hands rub your back oh so gently, making you drift away. Miguel occasionally kisses the top of your head as he himself doze off as well. Just when the two of you are about to fall asleep, his watch on the coffee table goes off.

“mierda—“ he groans, immediately going to snooze the loud, annoying alarm. You lift your head with a ‘mph’, your body grieving the loss of a peaceful moment between the both to you. “Already?” You look up at him with the saddest puppy dog eyes, ones that break his heart.

“I know, mama, I know, I’m sorry, but y’know I have to go.” He tuts. Like as if you were made of porcelain, he gently pries you off of him, but you refuse. “Just call in, baaaabe.”

Miguel feels you grab onto him tighter, and he lays back on his elbows in regret, “I’ll be back as soon as I can, mamita. I gotta go, mama, c’mon.”

“But baaaaabyyyyy.” You pout.

“Beba, tu sabes que yo quiero quedarme contigo, pero I simply can’t.” He really did hate having to say bye to you. He used to never wanna leave the lab, but now he counts down to the seconds until he gets to come home to your arms.

“Just a few more minutes?” You lift your head from his chest again, giving him those eyes that could get you anything.

“Beba, por favor-“ he knits his brows. He was cracking.

“Pleeeeeeaaasse?” You pout your bottom lip, “We haven’t had a day like this in forever, babe. Besides, you work so hard already…”

You place and subtly push your hands on his chest, and to your surprise, he lays back on the couch, wanting to hear what else you have to say, and maybe see what mischievous plan you had this time.

He could spare a minute or two, it won’t hurt… right?

“You deserve a day off, no?” Your voice becomes softer, more sensual as you peel yourself from his body and straddle not on his waist, but his stomach. Miguel’s consciousness is slipping.

Miguel’s hands instinctively go to rest on your hips, which have started to vaguely grind on his belly.

You were clever. By teasing Miguel and grinding against his stomach, merely inches from his fat cock, you knew you’d have him crumble under you in no time. “Well… do you?” You ask again, raising your eyebrow. You know it was working.

His eyes are now laser focused on the triangle of your panties, now marked with a wet spot, rubbing against his mid section. In his mind, he’s practically fighting for his life between going to work or letting you keep doing what you’re doing and so far… what his eyes are stuck on is winning.

“fuck, mama… you’re makin’ it real difficult, you know that?” His voice gravels at the sight in front of him. He doesn’t look up, too distracted by your slow thrusts against his soft belly. He hissed as he can feel his own cock rise in his grey sweats, precum bleeding through, no doubt.

“Baby, just stay, just for today… please?” Your breathy tone goes straight to his aching dick, pushing him over the edge from staying or going.

Hungry, Miguel licks his lips just as he takes one of his hands, hooking his pointer finger on one side of the triangle of your panties, pulling it aside so that nothing separated your wet heat and his fluffy stomach. He let out a low sigh and a few curses, watching as you painted his belly with your juices. He’s not even in you, but he could cum just from this.

“Aw fuck… what am I gonna do with you?“ he looks up at you, almost annoyed that this was working on him, but he couldn’t help it. He was pussy whipped. Feeling like you’ve won, you lazily smiled, already getting close to your climax as you continued grinding on his soft stomach.

“Lyla… fuck… mute my watch. I’m takin’ the day off.”

A/n: This one right here…. This ask did it for me. Been replaying this one in my head for days now hnnnghh I need him so bad, it actually makes my stomach hurt and my head dizzy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Thank you nonnie <3

Hope y’all liked it <3

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!

[microwavesaferat]

I've seen multiple hcs of English Teacher Jason Todd, I've also seen multiple teacher aus in general. I would like to propose a 3rd Option:

Secret Day Jobs

All the Robins and Batfam extended universe (aka, until I get bored) have started doing day jobs as they get older, but they are all worried Bruce will bench them if they find out they're burning the candle at both ends, so they keep it secret.

We all know Dick is a cop in some comics, but I would like to propose they all go into teaching in some way. They don't tell the others, and gradually all end up transferring to the same school. We're also assuming they are all adults here.

We have:

Jason Todd - English Lit Professor. Doesn't like dealing with college kids, so moves to high school literature. Sometimes covers drama lessons if it's Shakespeare plays.

Dick Grayson - Health and Wellbeing (don't know if this is just a UK thing, sometimes called PSE). Basically teaches kids the dangers of smoking and how to stay healthy mentally and physically. He also runs the schools gymnastics club and helps at some other sports clubs.

Tim Drake - Computing. One of those teachers that doesn't care if you swear or call him the proper title. Does not care if you are misusing the school computers. He figured out the others are all teachers and hacked himself onto the payroll cause he thought it would be funny. Hacking emails to change names to see how long he can keep the others from figuring out they all work in the same place.

Damian Wayne - Biology. He kind of wishes he went into chemistry, because he despises the giggles and childish behaviour whenever something mentioned in the course is even mildly sexual. Refuses to do the frog dissection and nearly gets into a physical fight with the head of department. This event is what clues Dick into his presence, "Did you hear the new biology teacher threatened to kill Mr Smith over something? Apparently had a Katana or something in his desk".

Cassandra Cain - Guidance Councilor. Very good at interpreting the body language of the kids. Also does some work with ASL interpretation when needed. Thought everyone was aware of each other and isn't really trying to hide. Tim still has no idea she's here. Dick gets jumpscared when Cass shows up to one of the after school clubs he helps at.

Stephanie Brown - Somehow in a different position everyday. She appears as a janitor one day, then she's doing the school bus run the next. On Fridays she works in the Canteen cause the food is good on Fridays. There explicitly to annoy Tim who knows she's there, but can't find her in the payroll.

Duke Thomas - Politics/Modern Studies. The sort of teacher to say he's putting on a documentary, then pauses every 30 secs to go on a tangent about something. Disagrees with half the shit in the curriculum, so does his own thing. The projector in his classroom hasn't worked for months, but no one needs to know that.

Also, the moment they all figured out they are all there.

Dick hears about the frog incident and very quickly catches on.

Duke goes to the office to pick up jotters and Stephanie is working there.

Jason used the guidance councilor's room to take a minute and chill. Cass was on top of a cupboard for 10 mins before revealing herself.

Dick goes to grab the first aid kit after a kid falls at gymnastics and Stephanie is the Custodian in today.

Damian needs some supplies and the lab tech is Stephanie.

An Arkham breakout happens during a parents night and all of them run to change into costume. Issue is they all hid their costumes in the janitors closet.

WE runs a scholarship fund for students and Bruce has to show up to the awards ceremony for successful students. He gets a tour of the school only to slowly run into all of his kids. To start with, the tour is run by Stephanie who is refusing to break character.

Stephanie: Thank you for coming Mr Wayne

Bruce: Stephanie wha-

Stephanie: Please, Miss Brown, Stephanie was my father.

Steph: Anyway, here is our lovely new labs that WE do graciously funded.

Damian: *Yelling at a child to follow safety procedures*

Bruce: What? Dames?

Stephanie: and down to the left is our English department.

Jason Todd: *Animatedly discussing the influences of Romeo and Juliet in modern culture*

Steph: This is our lit teacher Mr Todd Peters

Bruce: *makes a note to remind his kids on good undercover names*

Well I'm tired but will probably add to this at some point.

[7s3ven]

UNDER THE MASK pt 1 - collecting samples. recoms (avatar)

IN WHICH… the marine recoms find out the scientist they’ve been teasing for about a month now has more to offer than they thought.

Notes: scientist! recom! reader, a little suggestive, indecent jokes from the recoms (just a bunch of flirtatious, inappropriate jokes from the recoms tbh)

( includes fike, mansk, quaritch, brown, and lyle )

series list

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You didn’t asked to be revived in the form of a Na’vi body. You thought the RDA was only taking a precaution when they asked you to consent to the program. You didn’t expect to actually wake up after your death in an entirely new body.

You were one of the only scientists brought back from the dead; there were seven of you in total. The rest were military soldiers.

You didn’t remember much about your old life. Though, it wasn’t really yours to begin with. You just had the memories of a woman.

Your sole purpose on Pandora remained largely the same after your revival. You continued to dedicate your life to science and medicine as the faint memories of your old life swirled around in your mind.

You were the first recombinant to be brought back. The RDA thought it was best to revive the scientists before the soldiers. They were right. You were much calmer than they expected, fascinated by your new blue skin and swishing tail. A year later, the soldiers were revived.

You were expecting to remain uninteresting to them. After all, they never paid you much attention when you were human. But you had Grace to blame for that. She always swiftly hid you when Colonel Miles Quaritch and his team walked by, knowing the Marines had a taste for women who looked and acted like you.

Unfortunately, as one of the only females in the operation, the soldiers noticed you a lot more. Ja and Prager only sent you lazy smiles as you passed, fully intent on letting you do your thing, but five other military recoms were a nuisance to your daily life.

The annoying military Recombinants—Quaritch, Lyle, Mansk, Fike, and Brown—were a rough bunch, the kind of men who thrived in the presence of violence. You were the complete opposite of them, preferring the quiet lab and rarely ever talking back. The difference between you and them couldn’t have been more obvious, and boy, did they love to remind you.

You were no stranger to wandering glances. You noticed them back when you were human. Yet, you still felt uncomfortable when the Marine recoms stared at you.

Every time you passed by their little group, they turned silently, their gazes watching your every move. Today was no different from that. You clutched the data pad in your left hand as you strolled through the base, on your way to the science lab once again. You noticed the dreaded group almost immediately; they were laughing pretty loud after all.

They were all leaning against the wall, exchanging teasing remarks. Mansk was the first to spot you. He whispered to his teammates and the mood suddenly shifted. Your ears pinned against your head in annoyance as you passed them, feeling their eyes burning into you.

They said nothing for the first second before Lyle opened his mouth. “Hey, Doc!” He loudly called out. You paused, glancing over your shoulder. You knew if you ignored them, they’d just follow you and you’d get no work done. “Looking good in that body. How about you come check on me later? I might need a… personal examination.” You didn’t have to look to know he had a snarky grin on his lips.

Quaritch deeply chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. Not necessarily good ones, though. “Careful, Wainfleet. She might take you up on that offer if she didn’t have her hands full.” His eyes roamed your body, not even trying to hide it. You felt your face heat up.

Your tail swished from side to side in frustration, which only encouraged them. You began walking again, merely rolling your eyes at the remarks. However, Mansk didn’t let you go so easily.

“Don’t be coy, Doc. You’re practically part of the team now. Why don’t you join us for some drinks?” He pushed himself off the wall and stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

“You’ve got us all wondering what you’re hiding under that lab coat.” Brown chimed in with a smirk. You lightly huffed, casually stepping around Mansk.

You wouldn’t usually reply to their biting comments but you were on your last nerve today. “I’m here to do a job.” You said, “And so are you. If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate if you stopped annoying me.”

You tried to walk off but a firm tug held you back from important work. “Feisty today, aren’t we?” It was Quaritch. You pulled your arm back, lips curving into an unimpressed frown.

“I am not here for your blatant entertainment, Colonel. I’m here to get my research done.”

Despite your sharp tone, Fike still muttered something to Mansk that had them both snickering. You clenched your jaw.

Quaritch’s grin widened at your words. “You definitely find a way to keep things interesting, Doc. If you ever need a break from all that chatter in your brain, we’ll be happy to relieve some stress.” His voice dipped into a suggestive tone, and you knew what he was implying.

You took a deep breath, barely holding onto the last of your calmness. “I have work to do, Colonel.” You briskly walked away, the sound of your boots growing fainter as you shoved past the laboratory doors.

You sat at your desk for a minute, calming yourself from the annoyance bubbling up. No matter how hard you tried to stay focused on this godforsaken planet, the weight of the soldiers’ gazes and their various taunts still drew a reaction.

You knew you’d be seeing them much sooner than you liked. You were due to collect some samples and you needed someone to keep guard. Though, the RDA gave you five idiots to keep watch instead.

An hour after your run-in with the particular group of soldiers, you were forced to see them again. You trudged through the base, trying to delay the process. You saw them waiting outside, tapping their boots against the floor impatiently. They were expecting to see another scientist, a less amusing one, but when you swung the door open, they grinned.

“Let’s get this over and done with.” You muttered, pushing past them.

You hated Pandora but you could never hate the beauty of it. Sometimes you wished you had been born Na’vi so you could appreciate everything the dangerous world had to offer.

The jungle was alive with sounds and the chittering of animals as you moved carefully through the vegetation, ducking occasionally to avoid a tree branch. You stopped every five minutes to take a sample, labelling it and storing it away before continuing on your way.

You knew you weren’t alone, you had five military recoms trailing after you, and that made everything less beautiful. Their forms moved heavily through the foliage, not really caring where they stepped. The group was meant to keep you safe but they only felt like a distraction.

You were observing a particularly interesting plant before you heard the rather obnoxious voice of the Colonel. “What’s the matter, Doc? We got you all hot and bothered?”

Your ears flicked at the unnecessary remark. “Only doing my job, Colonel.” You muttered, careful not to show any emotion Quaritch would use against you.

“That all you’re doing?” Lyle piped up, the grin evident in his voice. “You should be focusing on something else. Like us.”

Oh, how you wished to throw a rock at him or shove a handful of dirt into his mouth.

You heard Mansk snicker as you straightened up, walking further into the forest without another world. You had no intent of taking part in their banter.

“Don’t be so cold, Doc.” Fike called after you as they followed close behind. “We’re just tryna keep you company, can’t have you lonely out here.”

You wished you were alone. Perhaps you should have specifically requested for Z-dog and Walker to accompany you instead.

You slowed down and that was enough for Quaritch to take long strides to stand behind you. His tall frame casted a shadow over you as he fell into unified steps. “Loosen up, Doc. This’d be a lot more fun if you did.” Again, he didn’t try to hide the way his gaze flickered to your chest. He was never subtle in the slightest.

Your grip tightened on your tool kit as your tail flicked him. “For the last time, I’m here to collect data.” You coolly said, “That’s all.”

Quaritch chuckled, “Can’t blame a guy for trying. You’re the only interesting thing out here.”

“Yeah.” Brown, who wasn’t too far behind, voiced. “Watching you work is a nice change from the military crap.” You would have preferred if they were actually doing their jobs instead of focusing on you.

You ignored them to the best of your ability but it was difficult with the group almost circling around you, their remarks growing bolder by the second.

You were scanning a tree when Lyle broke your trance of concentration. He leaned in, "You know, if you ever need a different kind of data… We’re more than happy to volunteer."

You quickly recoiled, a little disgusted at his words. Quaritch placed a hand on your lower back before you could step away. “Easy, Doc.” He uttered, “Wouldn’t want you to trip and fall.”

You held back a scoff. “Can you all just stop?” You said, the frustration seeping into your voice. “I’m trying to collect data here, and you’re all acting like animals.”

They clearly enjoyed your reaction. Mansk steeped forward, “You don’t like our attention, baby?”

You almost succumbed to the urge of throwing a pair of scissors in his face. “I’m collecting samples. If you have nothing scientific to say then leave me alone.”

Quaritch raised his hands in mock surrender yet the smug smirk on his face never faltered. “Alright, we’ll back off.” You doubted that.

The uneasy feeling of their eyes never truly disappeared. You could hear their muffled laughter and murmured comments following you, a reminder that you still weren’t alone.

Barely an hour had passed before the sky darkened. You didn’t think much of it before the first raindrop hit your nose. You tilted your head up, eyes scanning the sky. It only took a second for a heavy downpour to drench you. The droplets of water crashed against the ground with such intensity that it made it hard to see, and it almost hurt.

“Shit.” Quaritch muttered over the booming thunder. “Everyone, under the trees!”

Mansk, the closest recom to you, grabbed you by the shoulder and dragged you under the nearby tree. The canopy offered some form of shelter but still not a lot. It did little to keep you dry.

Your clothes were already soaked, specifically your thin shirt. It uncomfortably clung to your skin. Your straight hair was curling in the humidity, sticking to your face.

Lyle shook his head like a wet dog, his braid sending water flying everywhere. You covered your face to block the droplets. “This rain is something else.” He said, “Never seen such a heavy downpour.”

Mansk was the first to check up on you since the rain. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Doc, you look a little… soaked.” His eyes lingered on your drenched form while you glared at him.

You tugged at your shirt, a fruitless attempt to keep it from sticking to your skin. The fabric was nearly transparent, leaving nothing to the imagination. Mansk’s words had brought you the undivided attention of his teammates.

“This weather is really doing a number on you, Doc.” Quaritch drawled as he leaned against the thick tree trunk.

“It’s only rain, Colonel.” Your response came out sharper than you intended it to. But you knew even if you screamed at him, he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Yeah, but it’s kind of hard not to look.” He chuckled.

Fike, who was standing on your left, smirked as you tried to wring out your shirt. “That’s one way to distract us. Keep it up and we might forget why we’re out here.”

Lyle was the next to comment. “Loving the view, Doc.”

You shot Lyle a look before forming your arms over your chest. “Let’s just focus on staying dry.” You grumbled.

“Don’t worry, Doc. We’re just appreciating the scenery, right boys?” Quarditch’s gaze shamelessly traced every curve that was now exposed by your wet clothes.

You opened your mouth to snap back but the words never rolled off your tongue. Quarditch had reached out to brush a strand of wet hair away from your face. His warm touch lingered for longer than necessary before pulling away.

You impatiently waited for the rain to stop but as the long minutes dragged by, you lost hope. It had been half an hour of a continuous downpour and you were still soaked, forced to shiver as you paced back and forth.

Quaritch and his team had settled at the base of the tree, sitting in a circle and trading jokes. They seemed unconcerned about the delay while you were basically gnawing at your fingertips.

Your tail flicked back and forth as you paced, flicking droplets of water with every step and narrowly avoiding whacking Mansk. The longer you waited, the less time you had to gather data. You were already on a tight schedule.

Quaritch noticed your unease and he parted his lips to speak up. “What’s wrong, Doc? Can’t stay still for two seconds?” He teased. You glowered at him.

“I don’t have time for this, Colonel. I have limited time and this damn rain is wasting it.”

“Relax, sweetheart. You’ll get your samples eventually.” Lyle butted in. You gritted your teeth, the tip of your tail swaying in annoyance.

“That isn’t good enough.” You seethed.

“Pacing isn’t gonna make it any better.” Fike called out.

Quaritch looked up at you, sending you his signature smirk. You despised what he was going to say next. “I’m sure we can find a way to occupy you, Doc. Just to pass the time.” There was nothing innocent about his words.

“I don’t have time for distractions, Colonel.” Every time you tried to push him and his team away, they tried to reel you back in.

Quaritch was clearly amused by you. You turned to watch the rain again, your patience wearing thin.

You waited for another ten minutes. You tried to sit still for as long as you could before you couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck it.” You cussed, grabbing your tool kit. The recoms watched as you stepped out from under the tree without a word, letting the hard rain hit you again.

“Hey, where you going, Doc?” Lyle exclaimed, though his tone sounded more amused than concerned as the soldiers watched you.

You didn’t reply as you stalked forward, determined to collect as much data as you could, even if it meant catching a cold later.

“Guess she’s serious about that data,” Mansk commented with a chuckle.

The recoms watched as you disappeared into the jungle. None of them stopped your stubborn pursuit as you marched through the rain despite the miserable conditions.

“Do you think maybe she’s just crazy?” Fike voiced.

It took you twenty minutes to trudge back to the group. You were drenched and shivering and overall not in very good condition. But at least the last sample rested safely in your kit.

Your shirt was completely see-through by this point. It offered you no protection against the frigid rain. You maintained some of your calm composure despite the chills racking your body.

The soldiers were still lounging under the tree, only raising their heads when they heard the sound of a twig snapping. They all stared at you in amusement as you finally reached them.

Quaritch immediately locked eyes with you. “Look who’s back. You look like you’ve been through hell, Doc.” His eyes scanned the small tears in your shirt.

It surely felt like you had. You were glad the soldiers weren’t there to witness you tripping.

“Shut your trap.” You sneered, dropping the sampling kit before sitting down and slumping against the tree. “I fucking fell down a hill and into a river. Hit a few trees too. Hurt like a bitch.” They had never heard such strong language from you but then again, they didn’t know you had the willpower to walk through the heavy rain.

Lyle whistled lowly, “Damn, Doc, you’re practically giving us a free show over here.”

You didn’t reply. Your ears were pinned back against your head in annoyance as you watched the rain. “Let’s just get out of here.” You grumbled, going to collect your supplies before Quarditch grasped your arm.

“No can do, Doc. The rain ain’t letting up and we can barely see a meter in front of us. We’ll get lost or some of us might fall down a hill. Again.” He grinned, showing off his fangs as he searched your face for a reaction.

“We can’t stay out here for the night.” You fired back. “We’ll get eaten alive.”

“Nah. This area is relatively safe. Good thing we didn’t go too deep into the forest.” Quaritch’s tail lightly flicked, showing he was in no hurry to get back to the base.

You tilted your head back, almost hissing in frustration. You didn’t want to be stuck out in the forest with these military imbeciles. You didn't want to admit it, but Quaritch had a point; you could barely see the next tree over.

Agonising hours dragged by as the rain poured down. The soldiers aimed to entertain themselves, sometimes throwing a few teasing remarks your way. You merely rolled your eyes at their jeers.

"Alright, Lyle, time to pull out the tent. Looks like we're stuck here for the night." You heard Quaritch mutter. To your surprise, you watch as Lyle pulls a tent from his bag. You let the soldiers set it up, knowing you wouldn't be of much help anyway.

"Ladies first, Doc." Quaritch grinned, stepping aside for you to enter. Your tail flicked him in annoyance as you brushed past him. The interior of the tent was large, tall enough to fit your avatar bodies, but it was still a tight squeeze. Your Na'vi body was well-built, your arms toned from the harsh terrain, but the soldiers were almost huge. They were tall with large muscles, taking up almost all the space.

Military gear and supplies were strewn all over the floor of the tent, making it impossible to walk without stepping on something. The heavy droplets of rainwater hammered down onto the tent's fabric, creating a sort of ambience.

Your shirt, which had taken most of the rain, clung to your skin uncomfortably. The cold was beginning to seep through, making it hard to focus. You shifted around, lightly groaning.

With a sigh of exasperation, you had reached a breaking point. You lifted your wet shirt over your head, peeling the thin fabric off. You weren't particularly concerned with how the soldiers' eyes flickered to stare at your bra. You were just glad that awful shirt was off.

As you began to wring the water out of the shirt, Quaritch spoke up. He let out a low whistle before speaking. "Didn't expect this kind of show, Doc." Oh, how insufferable he was.

The tent felt even smaller now with how their gazes lingered on you. You settled into a dry corner of the tent, wrapped in a towel. Your eyes were drooping before Lyle made a biting remark. You quickly grabbed your shirt, throwing it at him. It hit Lyle in the face with a loud slap.

The soldier yelped in surprise and stumbled back. "Watch it!" he exclaimed. His teammates burst into laughter, their amusement evident.

"That's one way to shut him up," Quaritch said through a small laugh.

You eventually dosed off, exhausted and sick of the icy cold. The soldiers stayed awake, their guns at the ready. They lowly murmured amongst themselves, continuing their playful banter.

Lyle nudged Quaritch, a grin spreading across his face. "Look at that, Colonel. The Doc's out like a light." Your tail was lazily draped over your body as you curled up into a ball to retain warmth.

Mansk leaned in, lowering his voice. He didn't want to accidentally wake you and end up being slapped in the face with a shirt like Lyle. "You think she'll be annoyed if we keep making these jokes?"

"Nah, she's out cold." Fike softly chuckled under his breath.

Brown glanced over his shoulder, grinning. "Think she's dreaming 'bout us?" He lightly snorted.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow, his gaze still focused on your still body. "Careful now. If Doc wakes up and hears you say that, she won't be so friendly."

Lyle quietly laughed, "Yeah, you don't wanna get hit in the face with that shirt, trust me."

The quiet atmosphere was interrupted by a shrill cry. It was unsettling, making the soldiers jump in surprise. The sound cut through the night enough to jolt you awake. You blinked dazedly, squinting in the dim light.

"What is that noise?" You groaned, pushing yourself to your feet. Your annoyance was apparent as you moved the tent flaps aside. You stumbled out, the rain hitting you like a sturdy wall. You shielded your face from the heavy downpour, your gaze searching through the storm. You found the culprit—a large bird the size of your long torso rummaging through the scattered gear you had dropped.

"Get out of here!" You yelled, throwing a rock at the strange creature. The bird squawked again before scrambling off, leaving your seething form in the rain.

You re-entered the tent in worse condition than before. The soldiers tried to suppress their amusement as you shook off the water.

Lyle didn't even try to hide his laughs. "You're back at square one, Doc. Might need to take your pants off this time." You ignored him, returning to your previous spot.

"We’ll have to put a bell on you so you don't end up in the rain," Quaritch added, only humiliating you more.

You slumped against the side of the tent, stuck between a state of sleep and awareness. You jumped again when the same screech erupted from outside, testing your patience.

You slowly pushed yourself up once more. The gazes of the soldiers burned into you, clearly amused. The bird had not learned its lesson from the first time, plucking up the courage to scour through your gear once more. You saw how its beady eyes glanced at you, glinting with mischief.

"I've had enough of you!" You exclaimed, "You keep interrupting my sleep! And get away from my stuff!" You launched yourself at the bird, tackling it. Its screams escalated in volume as you swatted at the animal. It tried to avoid your advances, darting and hissing at you.

The soldiers poked their heads out of the tent, wanting to watch the chaos unfold. "Never thought I'd see a scientist take on a wild animal."

"Yeah, get some, Doc!" Lyle shouted, "Beat that thing!"

Fike turned to Quaritch, lightly nudging him. "You think she'll give up any time soon?" He muttered.

The Colonel shook his head, huffing in amusement. "Not a chance."

The bird scampered off, and you turned around, drenched but victorious. You ignored the soldiers' encouraging shouts as they clapped you on the back. You were desperate for rest, even if it meant fighting an animal. Everything began to settle down again, finally, until that bird returned.

"Oh, that is it!" You screamed. Your rage boiled over. "I'm going to cook that thing!" Lyle quickly grasped your shoulder, holding you back.

"Hey, calm down, Doc!" He shouted.

"I've had enough of that bird! I'm hungry! I'm gonna cook it if it doesn't shut up!" You tried to wriggle out of Lyle's grip, ears pinned back in anger and fangs bared.

"Might wanna rethink that, Doc. We ain't in the middle of a kitchen." Quaritch spoke up.

Eventually, you calmed down. You reluctantly sat down beside Mansk in the circle, arms folded over your chest in frustration. "You look cold, angel," Mansk commented, earning a glare from you.

"No, I'm perfectly warm. I might be sweating a little." You sarcastically replied, mockingly fanning your face. Mansk handed you his jacket, but you hesitated before taking it. Slowly, you slipped it on, wrinkling up your nose at the smell of his strong cologne rubbing off on you.

As handy as ever, Lyle pulled out a portable battery heater after noticing your intense shivering. "Forgot I had this." He laughed while Fike and Brown rolled their eyes. The heater softly hummed, and you almost closed your eyes at the much-needed warmth.

The soldiers fell back into their usual conversation, keeping their voices low so as to not disturb you.

"You finally warming up, Doc?" Quaritch glanced at you with a small smile, though it was more of a smirk.

You silently lifted your hand, showing him the middle finger. He chuckled, not offended in the slightest. After an endless night of rain and exhaustion, you finally drifted off. Your head lolled to the side, falling onto Mansk's shoulder while your tail was draped over Lyle's lap.

Mansk glanced down at you with a grin, his eyes trailing over the curve of your tail. He lowly chuckled, "I could get used to this. Not every day you get a warm spot and a cozy tail.”

The other soldiers exchanged glances as they caught the meaning behind Mansk's joke. You slept soundly while the Marines kept watch, their guns nearby. They continued to banter amongst themselves while allowing you to gain the rest you desperately needed.

[sualocin]

hiii could you maybe do a sweet/fluffy (or, if youre feeling particularly fun, misunderstandings/miscommunication, hurt/comfort) with sweets? maybe something focused on pining and getting together and maybe some jealousy of either side?

Lance Sweets x Reader

summary: he's been spending too much time with daisy. way too much time.

content warning: swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, jealousy

word count: 2.1k

a/n: i cannot make a short and tidy fic for the life of me lmao. sorry for all the daisy slander (only some of it is personal) it just fit so well for this premise i'm sorryyyyyy. set in season four approximately, reader works with hodgins

not beta'd

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It pained you to see Daisy hanging off Lance whenever she got the chance. They weren’t even dating and she always needed to be touching him. You despised it because it felt like Lance was slowly forgetting you when she started interning at the Jeffersonian with Dr. Brennan. No more Friday movie nights, no more impromptu game times, no more sleepovers. It sucked to have everything stop suddenly due to Daisy dragging his attention away.

‘Oh I can’t make movie night, Daisy wants me to come with her to a bar’

‘I’m supposed to be up early tomorrow so I can help Daisy put together furniture’

‘Daisy’

‘Daisy’

‘DAISY’

You were tired of the excuses, tired of the late cancellations because she needed his help last minute. You were tired of her. If she came to badger you for some evidence or results? Instantly you would disappear from your little corner of the bug and slime room, leaving poor Hodgins to deal with her constant jabbering and hounding. It was all you could do really, when she came up in the intern rotation. The others were fine, hell you got along with the rest of them from the start! Vincent, bless his constant facts and info dumps, was still less annoying than her. You just couldn’t stand her. 

It was already a pretty crappy day. Constant cold rain, your car wouldn’t start so you had to hitch a ride with Angela, and now Daisy is here. She’s not even supposed to be in the lab today, it’s supposed to be Fisher. But he is apparently out sick so now you’re stuck with her. You have half a mind to turn around and use some PTO to get out of here, but a new body means new particulates that you and Hodgins have to analyze. And there are a lot of them on this body.  Having so much to do wouldn’t be so bad if Lance didn’t come and help bring the body in, which gives you a front row seat to all the touchy action they’re getting up to.

You don’t even realize you’re glaring at them until Hodgins startles you out of it by shaking your shoulder.

“Christ Hodgins!” You exclaim, hand shooting over your heart at the scare. Your glare turns towards him now, upset at the fact he somehow snuck up on you in your brooding mood.

“I called your name like five times Y/N. Are you alright?” Hodgins asks, hand still on your shoulder. He’s giving you such a quizzical look that you feel (slightly) bad for worrying him. 

“Yeah I’m fine. Just tired is all,” You lie your ass off, giving him a smile-like grimace to hopefully appease him. The last thing you need is to tell Hodgins, who then tells Angela, about what is going on in your brain. Because no matter how sworn to secrecy they are, Angela eventually spills the gossip to Brennan and Booth. And you don’t need that coming to bite you in the ass. But you don’t even notice that Hodgins sends a look towards Angela at your response, too busy trying to glare and scrape for particulates.

“Okay then… I’ll stay here and collect more samples if you want to start on what we have gathered so far,” He says, handing you a tray and shooing you away from the body. You sigh in relief, and move towards the cave of bugs and slime with whatever you have on your tray. Before you can even get past the doorway, Angela stops you in your tracks by shouting your name. She jogs up to you and gives you one of her patented ‘I know something is up so you better tell me’ looks.

“You are not just tired sweetie. I saw the glare you were giving Sweets and Daisy, what’s really going on?” She questions, following you when you continue to walk back to your area. Her many bracelets jangle against the packed evidence folder as she tries to keep up with you. You scoff at her question, only responding when you are fully seated in your chair.

“Can you not see the way she hangs off him? He’s not a jungle gym… Or-or a rock wall,” You huff out, almost slamming the tray onto the table. Angela’s eyes widen at your words, the hidden meaning behind them makes something go off in her brain. She smiles and chuckles at you.

“Oh you like Sweets, don’t you Y/N?” She teases, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You turn and stare at her, cheeks feeling hot at the accusation.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. I’ll just say it’s unprofessional to be acting like that in the workplace,” You fire back, hands moving on their own to separate the petri dishes into testing categories. Work distracts you, lets you ignore your feelings. Angela is making that impossible right now, with all her questions and talking.

“You really like him honey. Have you ever tried to see if he feels the same way?” She asks, trying to guide you in the right direction. Because Angela knows something you don’t. She knows how Lance feels about you, she’s known ever since she saw the way he looks at you. He doesn’t look that way at anyone else. Not even Daisy. You slouch in your chair, eyes gazing off into the distance as she speaks. If you tried to voice what you really felt, you would probably burst into tears.

“He definitely doesn’t. I mean, he has just stopped spending time with me. He cancels at the last minute, sometimes he doesn’t even bother to call and let me know he’s not going to make it. He definitely does not feel the same way,” You explain, taking a shuddering breath in to try and calm yourself. You are at work after all, and the lab is not the best place to have a breakdown. Angela pats you on your back and gives you a sympathetic look, trying not to give away too much of her plan to get you two together. Ultimately, Lance may have let it slip to her that he was madly in love with you when he had one too many after a case. But she wouldn’t outright tell you that, you have to figure it out on your own.

“That’s terrible Y/N. I know I usually give great advice, but I am struggling to think of a way to fix this. I’ll just leave you with this: If he can’t be bothered to give you the time of day, you don’t give it to him either,” She advises, giving you a few more gentle pats before leaving to go work on her pile of evidence. When she is fully out of the room, your head hits the table and you let out a long groan. This is going to be a hard case. 

You’ve been staring through this microscope for what feels like hours now, getting nowhere fast on identifying where this cotton fiber could have come from. It was on the body, but the clothes weren’t cotton at all, so how did it get there? Hodgins has come and gone like a summer breeze, most likely to lunch and then talking to Angela or Cam. Yet you remain where you’ve been seated for the past 4 hours. You rub your eyes at the realization of just how long you’ve been sitting and staring at a screen, half tempted to walk around the lab to stretch your legs. That thought dies as soon as La- No, Sweets walks into the room. His presence drives your tired eyes right back into the microscope in order to avoid him.

“Hey Y/N. I just wanted to check up -” He starts to say before you interrupt him.

“I’m still working on the cotton fiber, it’d do everyone good if I wasn’t rushed about it,” You snap, scowling into the microscope. Doing pretty okay to make him feel like him coming in was a bother. Angela did say not to give him the time of day, so you won’t.

“Woah, I wasn’t here about that,” He puts his hands up in surrender, trying to appease your foul mood. You pull your gaze back from the microscope and turn it to him. The defusing gesture does nothing for your mood as you really aren’t feeling up to dealing with Daisy excuses.

“Then what are you here for Sweets? To cancel our movie night? To give some sort of lazy excuse for why you can’t be bothered to hang out with me anymore?” The frustrated tone seeps through your rapid fire questions. You’re really putting Angela’s advice to good use only a couple hours later. However, you don’t notice the hurt that passes over his face at being called ‘Sweets’ over ‘Lance’. 

“No, I uh, was going to ask what movie you wanted to watch…” Lance begins, thoughts on how to respond to your questions slowly forming in his mind. His brows are furrowed as he rushes to try and think of a good enough response before you can dismiss him. When one finally comes to the forefront of his brain, he just throws it out there into the world.

“Why would you think I don’t want to hang out with you? I haven’t cancelled these for a while,” He says, genuinely confused now. He must not remember the past month of cancellations then.

“We haven’t had a movie night all month, Sweets… You missed every plan we had,” Your voice fades out as you speak. Emotions you’ve had bottled up for months trying to rise to the surface in the wake of your words. You can’t let them, at least not here. Not in front of him. The bottle feels like it’s going to break at any second, any slightest poke at it could make you sob. You watch his face fall at the realization of just how long he was absent from your life for. He missed so many nights, so many important dates, just to be with Daisy. But at least he sees it now, at least he can see what it did to you. 

Lance seemingly crossed the room in the blink of an eye. He wrapped his arms around your form so quickly, you didn’t understand what had happened until you heard his muffled voice.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I never meant to hurt you like this. I didn’t realize how pervasive Daisy was in monopolizing my time. You know I would never willingly miss our plans,” He rambles into your lab coat, squeezing you closer to his body in an effort to convey just how truly sorry he was. 

“Let me know how I can make it up to you. I would do anything for your forgiveness Y/N, anything,” He mumbles, face now nuzzled into your neck. You can feel the ghost of his lips against your neck. It drives you insane. If he would keep you in his arms forever you would forgive him after a bit of time. Christ, you might forgive him right now if he continues what he’s been doing.

It’s your lack of response that has him pulling away, much to your dismay. His eyes scan your face as he does, for any indication of discomfort or anger. He finds nothing of the sort, just something he can’t identify. Thinking that you aren’t responding because you can’t forgive him, he sighs and starts to turn to walk away. He is, however, stopped by your hand around his wrist tugging him back towards you. He stumbles a bit, hands landing on your shoulders to steady himself. You grasp his hands and guide them up to cradle your face, eyes remaining locked with each other the entire time. 

“You would do anything for my forgiveness?” You ask, hands still over his surprisingly soft and warm ones. He nods in response, cheeks rosy and mouth slightly agape. You smile gently at him.

“Kiss me then, Lance,” You whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he gently presses his slightly chapped lips to yours. It’s like fireworks go off when you touch, heat shooting up your spine and your heart racing. Kissing Lance is the best apology you have ever received, or ever will receive in your life. You pull away first, breathing heavily from the simple kiss, and a genuine smile on your face. Lance chuckles softly, his smile growing to match yours. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months,” He confesses, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“Then do it again.”

ooof i hope this was to your liking anon! quite a long lil fic for my favorite fbi shrink

[venush0llows]

jaycecait friendship/siblingism is VERY important to me so here are some headcanons :

1) caitlyn hated being an only child, always bored and wanting somebody to look up to and confide in (especially because she struggled to make friends as a pretty shy kid). so when her parents introduced her to jayce she jumped at the opportunity to have someone older than her that she could look up to as a role model. she would go to his lab and pester him about his research, ask if he needed help studying or if she could quiz him. at first he finds her annoying, but not wanting to be rude since she’s his sponsors’ daughter, but eventully he becomes used to her company (even enjoys it) and gets worried when she doesn’t visit for a while. he realises he quite likes being an older brother figure (since he’s also an only child) and giving her advice, helping her with homework etc. he secretly takes a lot of pride in how much she looks up to him.

2) caitlyn is initially lowkey in awe of jayce. she thinks he’s like the coolest person she’s ever met, and is always wanting to be helpful and is constantly bragging to people that she’s his assistant. but as cait gets older she grows out of this, and very quickly goes from being in awe of him to just making fun of him constantly. she mimics his mannerisms and speech, dresses up as him and does very unflattering impressions (which viktor finds hilarious). jayce starts to get genuinely annoyed by it, because caitlyn knows exactly how to get under his skin, and he starts to tease her too in a very brotherly way. like the ‘not touching can’t get mad!’ kinda teasing, it’s really stupid.

3) to continue with them teasing each other i’m imagining them at a fancy dinner party at the kiramman house, and everyone around them is politely talking meanwhile jayce and caitlyn are sitting at the far end of the table balancing spoons on their noses, flicking stuff at each other, stealing each other’s food etc. cassandra always fixes them a look and they go ‘he/she started it!’ and point fingers. they’re just so sweet i can’t deal anyways

4) jayce was one of the people who helped caitlyn realise she was a lesbian. she was sitting in his office and unloading her tween problems about how all of the girls at her school were obsessed with the boys and how annoying she found it, doing the classic young queer thing of ‘why do girls want boyfriends so much they’re grossss, hanging out with girls is so much better?’. and jayce is like are you not interested in the boys at school? and cait is like ew no. and he’s like have you ever thought you might like girls? and caitlyn is then like… huh, interesting. they then don’t talk about it again until a couple of months later when caitlyn develops a huge crush on one of the girls at her school, and she tells jayce EVERYTHING. she goes to his lab every day and fills him in on all of the drama, like ‘she smiled at me today!’. he listens attentively to all of it.

5) jayce introduces caitlyn to viktor as his sister, which is the first time he has ever referred to her as that. he doesn’t even notice that he did it, but it means so much to caitlyn. she gives him a huge hug before saying goodbye that day which surprises jayce a little. viktor later says something like ‘your sister seems nice’, and jayce is like oh she’s not my sister she’s just the kid of my sponsors. and viktor is like but you introduced her to me as your little sister? this is the moment jayce kinda realises how important caitlyn is to him too, since he’s also an only child who never experienced having a sibling, and he fully accepts his big brother role with caitlyn.

6) viktor also initially doesn’t like cait and thinks she’s disruptive and distracts jayce, but jayce seems to enjoy her company so viktor doesn’t mind. but eventually they both bond over swapping embarrassing jayce stories, and viktor loves explaining their research to her because of how genuinely interested she is by it and they basically just nerd out together. jayce loves how well they get along, as they’re both such important people to him, and sometimes he sits back while they talk and just watches them all proud and giddy (until they gang up and start making fun of him, then he doesn’t like it so much).

7) caitlyn IMMEDIATELY picked up on the jayvik tension. she met viktor literally once and hung out in the lab with them for a bit, and when viktor left the room she immediately says to jayce okay what the hell is going on there? and jayce gets all flustered, and she teases him being like jayce has a cruuuuush!

8) jayce is often on the receiving end of all of caitlyn’s girl troubles, and one time after she got broken up with he came over with comfort food, and they sat and talked for a whole evening just eating and crying and laughing.

9) caitlyn mourned jayce heavily after the war, his loss had a huge effect on her. she lived in denial for a while, not wanting to worry or burden vi, but when going through some of her old things she finds an old picture of them. it’s her as a kid in jayce’s lab, and they’re both grinning at the camera (viktor is taking the photo). she breaks down sobbing when she sees it and vi comes running in. she hugs her and looks at the photo in cait’s hand, realising instantly what was going on. they sit in a crumpled heap on the floor as caitlyn cries and vi strokes her hair, her own tears falling silently. it hits for both of them in that moment : they’d both lost a sibling.

10) caitlyn wrote jayce’s name on her slip of paper.

the end i might add more idk

[elzifelzi]

PHANTOM

CHAPTER THREE

Chapter 3:The New girl

The following morning Tucker and Dan spent so much time trying to get a better handle on Dan's powers that they almost forgot all about class, that is until Tucker got suspicious .

Tucker: “Uhh Danny?”

Dan:”yeah?”

Tucker:”What time is it??”

Dan shurgged

Dan:”I don't know, like 8:30…”

Tucker:”And what time do we usually have class?”

Dan:”like eight forty fi…….”

The sudden realization hit Danny like a wrecking ball.

Dan:”.....ohhhhhhhh crap”

The two immediately rushed to get ready in an attempt to avoid one of Mr Lancers “when you’re late you’re only failing yourself, lectures”. They both quickly got dressed and swallowed the breakfast that Tucker made..not wasting any time chewing. Tucker grabs his and Danny's backpacks and immediately starts heading out the door before Danny stopped him.

Dan:”What are you doing!?”

Tucker:”leaving?If we’re late, Lancer will have our asses!”

Dan:”Dude we're not gonna make it on foot,it'll take too long.”

Tucker:”Then what do you suggest we do?”

Dan gave Tucker a devious grin and his eyes flashed a ghastly green in response.

Dan:”Just one...I’m going ghost!!”

In a quick flash of light Dan turns into his ghost form which had a few differences,previously when Dan transformed he kept the same clothes that he wore normally but this time he wore an outfit that consisted of black sweatshirt with a white hood,black pants and paired with white fingerless gloves and sneakers.It was Tucker's idea to give the phantom persona a different outfit so that he couldn't be traced back to Dan.

With little regard for safety he grabs Tucker and leaps out of the window,at first Dan is confident that today will be the day he actually flies but that confidence becomes short-lived as the duo immediately start plummeting to the ground. Just as last time, Dan manages to cushion Tucker’s fall before immediately reverting back to his human form.

Dan::So uh...heh .Still can’t fly.”

Tucker punches him in his arm before getting up and dusting himself off. 

Dan:”You know this is the 2nd time we’ve fallen out of the window this week,you think the neighbors are worried?”

Tucker:”We don't have time for this!”

He grabbed Dan and together the two ran at maximum speed to class,they eventually arrived 10 minutes late and were greeted by a very annoyed Lancer.

Lancer:”Tucker,Daniel glad you two took so much time out of your busy schedule to join us..”

Mr Lancers sarcastic remarks were met with giggling by the rest of the class much to the boys' annoyance. 

Dan:”Mr Lancer we can explain!!”

Tucker:”yeah,see what had happened was..”

Lancer, who was clearly too angry to care, raised his hand, cutting them off.

Mr Lancer:”First the mess in the lab yesterday then your tardiness today..you boys are going to drive me up a wall!.Just take your seats so that I may begin my lecture.”

He points the boys over to the back of the lecture hall and they do as instructed. Dan took a seat next to an attractive asian girl with extremely pale skin and hair as black as his that matches her purple eyes.She was of slim build and averaged height and She wore a black crop top with a small camo green spaghetti strap tank top underneath , she also wore a black studded choker, with matching bracelets, black combat boots and  black miniskirt with purple stockings underneath.

Dan is only able to pay attention for few minutes into the class before a tugging on his sleeve derails his attention.

Dan:”Ummm hello?”

She flashes him a friendly smile.

????:” I’ve never seen Lancer too mad to even yell! He must be really tired of you guys.”

Dan lets out a quiet chuckle.

Dan:”Yeahhhh we kinda messed up the lab yesterday so he's a bit pissed.”

The girl giggled in response.

????:”damn I'd be pissed too if i was him.”

Dan:”And who are you exactly?Are you even in this class?”

????:”I am,I just usually don’t come to this class since the work is super easy. “

She leaned back in her chair as if to emphasize how laid back Lancers class was for her.

????:”I figured why waste the time.”

Dan:”heh noted..”

????:”As for my name, it’s Sam Manson, and you are?”

Dan:”Dan Fenton..but my friends call me Danny.”

Sam:”So Danny, how'd you guys mess up the lab??”

Dan let out a weak chuckle as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

Dan:”our..ghost portal exploded.”

Sam:”Ghost portal??”

Dan:”Yeah.me and Tuck are Paranormal studies majors.”

He gestured over to Tucker who at the sound of his name waved in response.

 Dan”We were trying to make a ghost portal but Our calculations were wrong and well it went boom……”

Sam's eyes lit up in wonder.

Sam:”That's so cool!”

Dan:”It is??”

Sam:”Well not the part about your portal exploding, that part sucks but Ghosts are super cool though!”

Dan:”You’re a ghost fanatic?”

She schooched her chair closer to Dan As if his question was some kind of signal.

Sam:”not just ghosts! Vampires, werewolves and really just supernatural stuff in general!”

Dan:”So I take it you’re also a paranormal studies major?”

She nodded in response while flashing him another smile.

Dan:”So are we.”

Sam:”Dope!The 3 of us should hang out sometime then.”

Dan:”Sounds like fu..”

But before he could finish his sentence a gust of blue smoke escaped Dan's mouth.

Dan:”that can’t be good…”

Sam:”What can’t?”

Dan:”uhh nothing! I gotta go!!”

He quickly grabbed his belongings and was about to dash out of the classroom when Lancer stopped him!

Lancer:”Pride and Prejudice Mr Fenton! Where do you think you’re going!”

Dan:”out!It’s umm an emergency!”

He pushed past Lancer and rushed out the door into the mens toilet.

Mr Lancer:”must be some powerful bowels…poor boy.”

He simply shrugged and returned to his lecture.

Dan:”What the hell was that blue smoke just then? That can’t be normal!”

Then without warning it happened again.

Dan:”What is that!!”

????:that's death's calling card!

Dan turns around and sees a green octopus-like ghost with 6 tentacles and glowing red eyes staring right at him.Without hesitating he turned into his ghost form and prepared to engage the strange beast.

Dan:”What are you? Some kind of Ectoplasm Octopus? Ectopus?”

Without further words ectopus swung his tentacles at him knocking him back into the hallway.Dan who was shaken from the last attack delivered a vicious right kick at the ghost knocking it into the wall, but that wasn't enough to defeat it and the ghost immediately recovered it launched all 6 of its tentacles at him, which Dan proceeded to dodge effortlessly.As he closes the distance between them he delivered countless rapid punches disorienting the ghost but eventually it regained its composure they started trading punches at each other,fist for fist blow for blow with neither of them wavering even the slightest, however Ectopus gains the upper had and knocks Dan into a nearby wall, Dan got up and rushed towards the ghost only to see that the ghost had taken a female student who was on her way to class as a hostage. She tried to scream for help but the ghost immediately wrapped his tentacle around her throat.

Dan:”Let her go!!”

Ectopus:”like hell I will! Your move ghost boy,one wrong move and I’ll suffocate her!”

Dan:”alright fine,you win!”

Dan put his hands up in surrender but just as he did a beam of energy left his hands and zapped the ghost splattering it all over the students body.

Dan:”That was awesome!!”

He glances at his hands.

Dan:”How'd I do that?”

The female student, who was extremely annoyed at what just happened walked up to Danny and began waving an accusing finger at him.

????:”You freak!!Look what you did to me!!”

Dan:”You mean save you??”

????:”Is this your idea of a save!?You ghosts are all alike,all you do is make a mess out of things!!!”

Dan:”You’re welcome by the way.”

????:”eughhh!!”

Without any further words she stormed out. Dan, who was just extremely tired from the whole encounter, quickly changed back and went to the mess hall Where he collapsed onto the table.

Tucker and Sam arrived in the cafeteria moments later and were both puzzled to see Dan completely passed out on a nearby table.Sam took a seat next to him and attempted to wake up but Dan wouldn’t budge.

Sam:”damn he’s really passed out!Is this normal?”

Tucker chuckled.

Tucker:”Way More normal than you'd think..”

He grabbed Dan by his shoulders and slapped him a couple times before he finally jolted awake completely disoriented from his nap.

Dan:”yeah...yeah I’m up!”

Sam:”Hey Sleeping Beauty, glad you could join us.”

She flashed him a mocking smile but unfortunately for her Dan was too dazed to notice.

Dan:”Hey,err Sam! What are you doing here?”

Tucker:”She got worried when you left in such a rush so she offered to help me look for you..”

Dan:”err well thanks!”

Sam:”don’t mention it. So what happened back there anyway?”

Dan turned to Tucker and gave him a look that somehow managed to explain the entire situation that happened.Tucker simply nodded in response Then they both returned their attention back to Sam before she could notice.

Dan:”It was nothing..”

His obvious lie wasn’t good enough to fool her and only served to make the girl even more curious.She leaned in closer and gave the boy a look so stern even the box ghost would budge.

Sam:”didn’t seem like nothing,seemed like a pretty big deal. 

Immediately Dan snapped.

Dan:”Well it wasn’t alright! Why do you even care anyway, you don’t even know me!”

The skeptical goth girl simply leans back in her chair and smiles.

Sam:”Calm down, I was just teasing!.”

She flashes them both a devious smile causing a blush to spread across Dan's face.

Dan:”oh…yeah totally ... .my bad.”

She lets out a soft laugh.

Sam:”It was funny as hell when you bolted past Lancer tho,you should’ve seen the look on his face.”

Tucker:”yeah it was actually really funny!”

The trio shared a laugh together before Sam  got up.

Sam:”Well this has been fun but I need to go,But hey we should all hang out again sometime!”

Dan:”Sure!”

And with a final wave goodbye she left.

Tucker:”She seems interesting…... and she’s cute!”

He playfully punches Dan's arms while offering him a sly grin.

Tucker:”Not bad bro!”

Dan's face flashed red at Tucker’s comment.

Dan:”uh wha-what? It’s not like that!!”

Tucker:”surreeeeeee it isn’t. Like you totally didn’t notice how cute that goth chic was?”

Dan:”I didn’t…”

Tucker:”So what you’re saying is that if I had access to her phone number which I do, you wouldn’t want it?”

Dan:”how’d you get her number?”

Tucker:”she wanted the 3 of us to hang out”

He hands Dan a folded piece of paper with some numbers on it.Unable to contain his embarrassment anymore Dan quickly accepts the number and buries his face into the table and pulls his hood over it.

Dan:”you're never gonna let me live this down huh?”

Tucker:”afraid not..”

To be continued..

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Thanks for reading ☺️ hope you guys still fuck with it cuz I'll write as long as you're willing to read

We finally got sam here so the plot can only go up from here...i hope😅

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A/n: Angsty! Hurtful things said, tons of apologies and crying! No comfort in the end.. Sorry :p

Requests/asks open!!

(Includes: Diluc, Albedo, Alhaitham, Xiao and Scaramouche)

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𑁍༄Diluc:

You could tell Diluc was annoyed, his hands clenched into tight fists and his face red with anger, his eyes had a rage behind them you'd never seen before...and it kinda scared you. You internally contemplated wether it would be better to leave him be or ask if he needed anything...but sadly...you didn't get the chance to decide.

"Are you just going to stare?" His voice held such a hurtful tone and it made you wonder if you'd been standing there longer than you thought..."I-" You tried but he shot you a look that instantly made you go quiet, "Just leave me alone. I don't need you bothering me right now, I deal with that enough already." His words struck you so harshly, it was like you'd just been slapped in the face...tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

It only took him a split second to realize what he said and instantly afterwords he started to apologize, "Oh no...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that. You're not bothersome...I-"

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo was busy working away in his lab, writing down the various answers of his experiments and perfecting his craft as per usual. Him being busy though wasn't really anything new to you, usually when he found a particularly interesting answer to something he'd get engrossed in it for a long time and you'd usually have to bring him food cause he's forget to eat, and wrap a blanket around him just in case he got cold.

He always seemed to appreciate the thought in your actions...today however he seemed frustrated with them, when you brought him food he said he wasn't hungry and when you attempted to cover him up with a blanket, he shrugged it off, letting it fall onto the ground. You were just about to leave the lab, let him be since that seemed to be what he wanted...when he snapped at you. "Could you please just get out of my way, I have very important things I'm working on and you're not helping."

You went completely silent at his words...all you had tried to do was take care of him like usual...you hadn't meant to get in the way of anything. You felt your eyes watering and quickly muttered a apology, "I'm sorry...I'll get out of your way."

Albedos head shot up as you spoke, realizing not only what you had just said...but how hurtful his own words had been, guilt instantly filled him as he attempted to stop you from leaving. "Wait no...I didn't mean...you're not in my way. I was just busy and I hadn't realised what I said, I'm so sorry, please dont leave...don't go..."

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

Alhaitham was incredibly intelligent, there was zero argument about that and honestly it amazed you, most of the time. Sometimes he'd unintentionally make you feel...like you weren't smart enough and it wasn't like he had tried to on purpose...it was just the way his words had sounded. You have always tried your best to not take it personally...but on a bad day, sometimes it was inevitable.

"Alhaitham? You need anything? Can I help at all?" You asked him, his eyes concentrated on a book about the akademiyas history and his mind deep in thought, to the point you weren't even sure he had heard you, so you asked again. "Alhaithamm? Do you want anything? Is there anyway I can help youuu?" This time you got his attention, his eyes shifting to you with a look of pure annoyance.

"I heard you the first time, I just didn't answer. This isn't something you'd understand, not unless you've doubled your IQ over night...and no I don't need anything." You stepped back, feeling hurt by his words, more than you had in a long time..."I'm sorry...you didn't answer so I thought maybe you hadn't heard me..." You felt so small as you spoke...so stupid...

His eyes narrowed at the sight of your unhappiness, reconsidering what he said but not truly understanding what he had said wrong "My apologies...I've upset you again..."

𑁍༄Xiao:

You knew Xiao would always protect you, honestly it seemed even if you got a paper cut he'd attempt to shred the paper to pieces, making it so it couldn't hurt you again. Obviously, from that alone, he could be a little...over protective. Which wasn't really a bad thing untill he started to worry about hurting you himself, wether it was by his charmic debt or loosing control of his own being, the idea ate at him, to the point it was becoming problematic.

"Xiao calm down, your charmic debt has never really affected me before and I have my full faith in you...you're not going to hurt me. I know that... please you should know that too." You spoke in a soft tone, trying your best to comfort your boyfriend who continued to inch away from you... as if he would hurt you just from being near you. "I want to...I want to know that I'd never hurt you, but I can't. I'm unable to control myself and if anything ever happened to you..because of me, I'd never be able to forgive myself." He was deep in despair and you wanted so badly to comfort him, so you took a step closer.

"Xiao..." You sighed, reaching your hand out to him, but he pulled away, "Don't. Maybe it would be better for you to just...go away." His words knocked the wind out of you, it was like the air had suddenly become unbreathable...he didn't mean that did he? "What..." His eyes met yours and for a split second it was like he wanted to take it back...but he couldn't. "Leave."

𑁍༄Scaramouche:

(I use the nickname Scara here ^-^)

You looked into Scaramouches eyes, your own anger not coming close to the rage he was feeling, but you were used to this, the two of you would argue, with him acting ruder than usual, but you always made up in the end. "Scara just admit you were wrong okay! Once you do, we can end our argument and get back to work!" You already felt tired of yelling, it had barely been two minutes and you wanted so desperately for it to stop.

"I wasn't wrong and I'm still not! Love isn't a real thing, it's a idea people tell themselves is real because they don't want to feel alone!" His words annoyed you, if what the two of you had wasn't love then what was it?? "But you love me! So obviously that's a bold faced lie!" Your heart was racing, what would he say next? If he said the wrong thing...would you two not be able to make up?

"I don't love you, honestly how could I when you're just a mortal and I have the power of a god!" And just like that all your fight left you...he said it...he said he didn't love you and it broke your heart..."I-" You started, but your voice cracked and despite trying to keep strong, tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

Scara watched you intently, wondering if he'd went to far...his face softened and he stepped towards you, "I didn't mean that...", but you didn't want to listen. You looked away from him, moving backwards so he was farther away from you. "Shit....I'm sorry...I love you..I promise I..."

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