#decode is the best level

[aviancataclysm]

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[littlelav107]

@aviancataclysm with decode

you've read every word of decode because...ypu...make the decode art... /pos

listen having a favourite character is just embarrassing sometimes. yeah that’s my specialest little blorbo. yeah I’ve read every word of their stuff. yeah I think about them 24/7. yeah I project all my issues onto them and write fanfiction about them and have multiple playlists dedicated to them. And I’m here on your dash to once again tell you that I am still thinking about them bc I thought you needed to know that. you can just shoot me now.

[inkpot909]

Their Favorite Part of You Headcanons (Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin)

↳ Reader is written as gender neutral. It’s stated that the Reader goes along with the crusaders on their trip to Egypt (+takes place after the journey as well). Everyone lives AU.

A/n: Wow, I actually posted something! Jokes aside, this summer has been rough so I’ve been trying to take it easy when I can. I missed writing, though, and hope y’all enjoy.

Warning(s): Slightly suggestive content.

Jotaro Kujo

He appreciates your eyes best.

Considering the apparent intimacy that results from direct eye contact, it makes the question an easy one to answer.

In fact, it’s highly probable your eyes were what he first noticed about you upon the initial meeting. Whether he has to bend his neck downward or you manage to stand at eye-level, it’s a moment he’s likely replayed over and over in his mind.

Another reason behind this choice is also a simple one (If you ask Jotaro, at least).

He didn’t fall easy and not at all for shallow reasons. Many of his classmates throughout high school would fuss over him seemingly due to his outwardly appearance and reputation. Because he was the “popular guy to like,” a diverse range of people were noticeably into him.

And taking into account how much he loathed a particular group of girls that would follow him around constantly, his perspective on love doesn’t tolerate anything he would deem shallow.

So, in short, what he cherishes most about you tends to be very personal to who you are.

It also plays into his communication preferences. Unsurprisingly, he tends to stare at you…. a lot.

It was definitely awkward in the early stages of your platonic-at-the-time relationship.

Throughout the duration of the journey to Egypt, you’d lost count of the times you’d stand face-to-face without a single word being exchanged. He didn’t ever wince or turn away, and you fondly recall the sheer intensity of those moments having kept you perfectly still.

Understanding Jotaro better as an individual- as well as how he feels about you -progressed his stares into something you find to be heartwarming. Just catching him in the act makes your heart leap, and your mind reels with wonder over what’s going through his head.

A little over a year after the aforementioned trip, and a relationship forms. It’s by then that he finds himself okay with getting lost in your lovely irises.

Your light giggle when you finally meet his gaze, flustered and gentle… it’s worth it. He always catches the moment your smile reaches your eyes, slightly creased by upturned lips. It’s a breathtaking sight, having twice now caused a cigarette to fall from his mouth while watching in awe.

His knack for nonverbal communication is pretty much universally understood by the few especially close to him. However, when it comes to you specifically, it reveals a rather bashful approach to the relationship that you might not have expected. It makes sense, as the likelihood of you being his first love is... more accurately labeled a certainty.

Jotaro can be observant after forming a connection with someone. When it comes to you, this is definitely the case. Any excuse to look at you is fine in his book.

However, it’s been long-established that he’s not exactly chatty, so he responds best to reactions he can see with his own two eyes. And it’s in the depth of your pupils that he finds doing so the simplest (If not simple, it’s at least selfish given his own bias).

The main aspect of this type of communication involves him looking at you intensely while his body language makes the tiniest adjustments in order to voice whatever he’s thinking.

For example, him holding out his palm to you, as his eyes cling to your person, is his way of asking you to hold his hand. He trusts that you know him well enough to get the point. And while you work on decoding his own subtle actions, his gaze never once pulls away from yours.

He simply cannot help it; there’s really something special about your eyes. He searches for your gaze constantly, and lingers for as long as he possibly can. It’s as if he’s always seeking your approval, reaction, and attention.

Now, as the relationship turns serious, he prefers to keep his eyes locked on you whenever he can. Once the two of you start becoming intimate, it’s quickly apparent he likes positions where he can keep his face close to your own. Or at the very least, hold eye contact.

Jotaro’s shockingly passionate, holding your hand in his own while he directs his hips accordingly. Lips slightly parted and gaze locked onto yours without fault. The emotion radiating from him is nothing short of immovable devotion.

Noriaki Kakyoin

Asking him this question yourself garners a flushed appearance and a hasty answer. He’ll stutter, telling you it’s your voice that he likes best. From the way it’s delivered you wouldn’t be able to tell if he’s practiced his response in advance or simply grasping at straws. Still, it’s an adorable sight and your quite pleased with his reply. Seeing your reaction, Kakyoin would feel a hint of shame.

Because he would be lying though his teeth.

He wouldn’t dare admit it initially, least of all to you, but he loves the sight of your legs.

Perhaps you tend to have them exposed. If that’s the case, he’s ashamed that he noticed such a thing so early on. A lump made its home in his throat that day, halting his words and making his mind run wild.

Or alternatively, you may mainly keep them hidden. Whatever it was that first prompted you revealing your bare legs- a couple hours at a hotel pool possibly -he undoubtedly finds himself sneaking more glances in your direction than usual.

It’s going to take him a bit to mentally process this.

Even in it’s more innocent connotations, he cannot help growing flustered. He just can’t help but find it a bit risqué. Although not exactly self-prescribed, despite his occasional arrogance, Kakyoin is certainly the gentleman type. Far from the kind of guy to be caught eyeing up someone’s legs in any shape or form.

That being said, the closer you become, the more difficult avoiding it gets. He focuses so much of his energy on not even glancing at your legs that he does, in fact, notice them quite often.

It doesn’t help being stuck in a car for hours on end right next to you. Thighs brushed against one another by sheer circumstance. It didn’t matter how many times it occurred throughout the trip to Egypt, he would think about it afterwards each time.

And it took only one sly comment from Polnareff or Mr. Joestar to prompt a myriad of fierce denials from the redhead. They’d egg him on, speaking a bit too loudly about how he’s “checking you out.” His cheeks would turn fiercely pink while rushing out a defense, which did not do much to help his case.

Eventually, the journey reaches its end. The group inevitably dissolves, but the two of you remain very close after the fact.

By then, your feelings for one another are certainly apparent. It’s hard for you to deny it when the excuse of looming danger is no longer present, and in turn he couldn’t imagine any other reason as to why you clung so close to him during his recovery period.

And even after becoming an official couple, understanding how to express his affection is met with bashfulness and hesitancy. If you’re inexperienced like him, it’ll likely be comforting for you. If you aren’t, it probably comes off as endearing.

Yes, you both have explicitly admitted to each other how you feel. Will Kakyoin still keep himself from eyeing you in any way? Absolutely.

A discussion will likely need to be had between the both of you before he loosens up a bit. A clear omission that you like him looking at you will help put his mind at ease (Man’s so smitten he feels guilty noticing that your beautiful god bless him).

Once he grows used to the relationship and starts showing just how touch-starved he is, the favoritism he holds for your legs finally becomes clear to you.

He’ll snuggle between your legs while he games, perfectly content within your hold. Even if you fall asleep, he doesn’t necessarily mind.

A lot of the clothes he buys for you leaves your legs exposed. The expression of awe he has whenever you wear something he’s bought is special to that occasion only. A strange mix of adoration and pride.

You also start catching him on his stares. Teasing him over it is a sure way for you earn a blush, as well as a weak comeback. However, the smile adorning his features exposes fondness. Only you’re allowed to say anything, though.

As intimacy blooms, he gladly indulges himself more. It strengthens his confidence in his actions, and turns the tides. Moving frustratingly slow, he glances up at you after leaving an array of kisses and bites up your inner thighs. All while he’s mumbling sweet nothings, pure honey oozing from his hushed tone.

Of course, he adores everything about you. But there’s a certain vigor in his actions when he continues moving upward that’s hard to miss.

[shady-swan-jones]

Rings of Power Podcast Recs

If you're looking for podcasts that dive deep into Middle-earth and all its messy bitches, here are a few that go beyond simple recaps. These podcasts really dig into the themes of the show and explore what makes the world and its inhabitants so damn compelling.

Rings Reforged (@ringsreforged)

Nat and Pau combine sharp analysis of themes with delightful unhingedness. They dive into topics like redemption, why we’re drawn to dark ships (and whether we should be), who’s on the chopping block, and the little details that drive us bananas — all with a level of media literacy that decodes every scene.

House of R

Jo and Mal do their best Fëanor and dive deep into the latest episodes, beginning with their opening snapshot, before a deep dive into each scene and a special spoiler speculation section. Together they have an impressive amount of Tolkien lore knowledge, as well as literature takes. Bonus episodes for music, promos and interviews with the cast!

Girls Nerd Out (@southernmotherofdragons )

No two people complete each other's thoughts like these two. Amanda and Andrea remind me of me and my best friend, if I could shake some sense into her and convince her to watch RoP. They ask the right questions and together they figure it out. Bonus, costumes!

Where The Shadows Lie (@wtslpod )

Kat and Wren always find I haven't noticed in a scene that gives me pause and makes me rethink the plot. Their nuanced take on Earien, for example had me rethinking the whole Numenor arc. Excellent.

Cast of the Rings

Very deep (3h) dives. Take an oxygen mask.

Ancient History Fangirl ep. Hot Sauron Summer

Mythology obsessed friends watch RoP and chaos ensues.

These are the ones I listen to and favour, if you know more and they're positive, add them. In a sea of unearned hate, let's celebrate what's made by fans for fans.

[tenthgrove]

Reverse Engineering the OIAR Tagging System

I'm not the first to theorise that the tagging system is important - this post is inspired by the person who noticed that Needles and Bonzo share both a CAT and an R tag.

This is an incomplete attempt to decode the entire system for theorising purposes. Unfortunately, I was not able to figure it out as thoroughly as I hoped but I'm sharing it here in hope others can make observations. Here is the table:

For those who want a better look, or cannot see the image due to screen-reader use, here is a google document with the same table: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Wc4COCMHdwKz6N-KawvMOs4Y3k3W6Kq-NDhZ7brcRLg/edit?usp=sharing

So, my observations thus far:

CAT (probably short for categories)

There are four categories so far- 1, 2, 3 and 23.

Needles, both Bonzo statements and the very first statement are the only CAT 1s so far.

Needles and Bonzo are likely to be major recurring characters, so this could suggest the creature in the first statement (which to me gives distortion vibes) may also be.

Alternatively, CAT could suggest danger. Needles and Bonzo are serial killers, while the CAT 3 statements tend to refer to very old or contained objects, so perhaps these are less dangerous? The only gap in this theory is InkSoul being CAT 3, which makes little sense given their livestreaming. Unless... could InkSoul be dead?

Generally, but not absolutely, newer statements tend to be closer to CAT 1, and older statements closer to CAT 3. Bonzo and Needles both referred to statements taken days before the episode dropped. Again, this isn't an absolute rule and the first statement is again the odd one out.

What I absolutely cannot figure out is CAT 23. I thought it was a typo until I encountered it again for Ep 11. It clearly means something special. Unlike for the R system, I don't think it means between categories 2 and 3, because the statements we get are both quite important. We'll probably have to wait for more episodes to figure this one out.

R (probably short for rank)

This is the one I'm more sure about. I believe it indicates 'grades' of some measure, like school grades. A is best, B is after that, and so on.

I think AB and BC are borderline grades.

Ep 3 and 4 (plant boy and violin man) do not have an R tag. My working theory is that this indicates the statements are below a grade C.

So what does R actually grade? Again, it could be importance (assuming that isn't what CAT means), or usefulness to the institute, but then why is our known external Mr Bonzo only a B?

So far we have no rank As and only one rank AB - the Red Canary statement.

If there's one thing I'm certain of, it's that the first rank A statement is going to be very big indeed.

Conclusion

I believe category and rank indicates any two out of the following: importance, danger, level of OIAR control, level of usefulness to OIAR, certainty of being true, amount of evidence. Ultimately, we need more statements to be sure.

For whatever two measures these systems represent, I am fairly certain that a category closer to one and a rank closer to A represents a better grade on that measure, with the exception of CAT 23 which I think is its own thing. The ultimate purpose of this post is to encourage people to pay attention to these tags more as I am certain they contain clues, and if anyone smarter than me can spot them as more episodes come out, then great.

PS: As I was just about to post this I had a sudden idea as to what CAT 23 *might* be. It could be dimensional cracks. This is clearly what's going on in the magnus institute (with the dice statement being exempt because it was taken before the institute burnt down) and it's possible the graveyard in Ep 11 also serves this function. This is pure speculation however.

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 20

Warning- Horrible exes, kidnapped, manipulation, dubcon.

Lloyd paced back and forth anxiously, his nerves were shot through the roof as he waited for your location to show up.

Ari who arrived immediately after getting to know about you, was trying to keep his mind off the situation, so he wouldn't panic or make any rash decision. Jake was working hard to decode the location and it took all that he had to focus on his screen without his nerves getting the best of him too.

As the clock ticked away slowly and the minutes were like hours to all of them.

Jake looked back and forth as he weighed his options, he knew it was a risk but there were limited choices. “Ok this sounds risky, but what if we call her?”

Everyone's breath caught in their throats, they all knew it was going to cause some sort of action from Bucky and Steve, if they find out you have a phone, but Jake thought it was the only way to find you in time.

Nick and Ari both looked on in uncertainty, not sure how they felt about the idea. Lloyd couldn't keep his mind off the situation, his anxiety growing by the minute. He just wanted to know you are safe and that they'd get you out of this mess.

Lloyd was still a bit hesitant as he paced back and forth, trying to wrap his head around the risk level. “I don't know if this is such a good idea.” he finally said.

“It's the only way, she needs to get that phone from her pocket, it's the only way I can track her.” Jake tells him.

Ari reached out and gently grabbed Lloyd's shoulder. “We don't have much of a choice, if we want to find her.”

“Yeah, Ari's right.” Nick chimed in. “We just have to trust Jake's idea and hope to God it works and those jerks don't find out.”

Meanwhile back at where Bucky and Steve had you.

As you gained consciousness, you slowly began to take in your surroundings. You were lying on a soft bed in an unfamiliar room.

You felt drowsy and weak from whatever had happened, before you had passed out. You began to slowly sit up and look around the room, you could hear Bucky and Steve's faint voices nearby but couldn't make out what they were talking about.

As you were looking around the room, the sound of the door opening, made you freeze.

Steve entered the room and stopped closing the door behind him, as he saw you awake.

He crossed his arms and gave you a stern look, his expression gave nothing, as he watched you.

You looked at him he had barely changed, his blonde hair slicked back and his muscular physique still held the same power it always did.

However, his demeanor was different, cold and hardened.

“Hey there baby doll,” Steve approached you with a sickeningly sweet tone in his voice just looking at you. “So, you've finally woken up.” He stepped closer to you, as you tried to remain calm, despite the way he looked at you, it made you to squirm out of your skin. You felt his hand on your chin as Steve ran his thumb along your lip.

“Are you feeling a little better?” He asked as he tilted his head and looked down at you. His eyes were piercing, his expression seemed like he was planning something but you didn't know what yet.

You wanted nothing more than to be let go, but you knew how dangerous the situation was and that you had to remain calm.

You looked at him pleadingly as you felt his hand rub your cheek. “Please, just let me go…” Your voice trembled lightly as you looked up at him with fear and desperation in your eyes. “Please Steve just let me go…” you pleaded silently hoping he would listen.

As you continued to beg, he just shook his head as he began to get even closer.

His lips were inches away from your own at this point. His hand stayed on your chin, tilting your head to the side. “Why would I want to do that?” he asked and chuckled lightly, “Oh no baby doll, I don't think I will.” he sounded like he was enjoying his power over you.

The fear within you started to rise to a fever pitch as he continued to lean closer. You felt trapped and didn't know what to do or how to escape. He continued to smile at you as he got closer and closer until you both were merely inches apart from each other.

You felt the soft touch of his lips on yours for what felt like forever, even though it was only a quick peck. You were still trembling from fear, as Steve left the room.

You knew you have to get out, to escape from here but didn't know how yet. You decided to get out of the bed and look around the room. As you got up, you felt some vibration in the back pocket of your jeans.

When you reached in your pocket, your were shocked to see a broken phone.

The vibration from the phone startled you again, causing your eyes to widen slightly as your heart rate picked up.

As you picked up the call, relief fell upon you hearing Lloyd's voice.

“Sugar, it's me,” Lloyd said, his voice sounding tense and urgent.

You immediately began speaking, your words coming out in a rush. “Lloyd! Bucky and Steve they...”

Lloyd quickly interrupted you, his tone reassuring. “Shh... I know, Sugar. Peter told us everything.”

“I don’t want to be here…Lloyd please take me home…” you cried.

“Shh... I promise you, I'll get you out of there,” he said. “Now listen to me carefully. Can you tell me anything about the place, the location, from where you are?” You listened intently as Lloyd's voice came through the phone, his words offering a glimmer of hope in the otherwise grim situation.

You took a moment to observe your surroundings, trying to gather any information that might be useful. “It's some kind of a bedroom,” you finally replied, “And there's one window. Outside, it's all surrounded by trees. I can see some kind of a logo, an 'S', nothing else.”

Lloyd's voice was firm and reassuring as he spoke, trying to soothe your worry. “It's okay, you did well, Sugar. I'm proud of you,” he said.

You couldn't help but express your anxiety, your voice trembling slightly. “O... okay. Lloyd, I'm scared... what if I don't...”

Lloyd quickly cut you off, his determination unwavering. “Don't say that,” he said. “I'm coming there with Nick and Ari, and we'll get you out of there. And those two jerks are going to die.”

Before you could reply you heard footsteps, you quickly cut the call and began searching a place to keep the phone. Just as you were going to look for a place, the door slightly opened and you kept the phone, on the side table, next to the bed in a hurry.

You froze as you saw Bucky enter the room and felt a new sense of fear wash over you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your head was swirling, you didn't know what to do as Bucky approached you with each slow step he took, looking around.

Bucky looked in your direction once again as he spoke to you, his tone was different this time. He had an almost sinister feel to it which made the chills go up your spine. “I heard noises, what's been going on?” he asked in a slightly louder tone, making you flinch. “No... nothing, I... I was talking with myself.”

Bucky's eyes wandered around the room again but settled back on you, as he now stood in front of you. You felt the panic settling in and knew you had to distract him.

“Please Bucky, at least you listen to me, please let me go, I want to go home, please...” Desperation filled you voice as you began to beg, letting your fear dictate how you acted. You hated every second of this, but it was the only thing you knew to keep him engaged.

As he leaned close your heart began beating out of your chest and your stomach was twisting itself into knots.

He smiled at you as your pleading reached his ears, it was as if he enjoyed the fear you were feeling. He continued to lean closer until he was merely inches away from you, he looked up and down as his eyes scanned over you.

You saw he was about to look at the side table, so in a desperate attempt, you grabbed his shirt, in an attempt to stop him from noticing the phone laying on the table. You pressed yourself into him and continued to beg. “Please just let me go Bucky, I want to get home.”

Bucky immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

The scent of his cologne stung your senses and the touch of him made you want to squirm away from his presence yet you kept your grip on him like it was the only thing keeping you afloat.

Bucky took advantage of your desperation and the way you were hugging onto him as he held you tightly. He felt you trembling in his grip. You felt him press himself against you and he hold you tightly, “Aw doll, I can't let you leave, not yet.”

He continued to hold you tightly as your fear began to rise higher. He continued to look down at you with a predatory look in his eyes as he said again. “Don't you see doll? Things aren't finished between us yet.”

From the corner of your eyes, you could see the phone lightning up again. You couldn't afford Bucky or Steve to find out, as the phone alone was your chance to escape, so as Bucky leaned down to kiss you, you closed your eyes, accepting the reality for now.

Your stomach twist as he leaned down to kiss you, you hated it but needed to keep his interest. You kissed back and held it for a few seconds as his arms wrapped around you tightly. His fingers slowly run along your neck as he squeezed you tightly, your heart rate quickened and you hated every second of this.

He gently laid you on the bed and continued to hold you tightly, his hands ran along your body as he deepened the kiss. He continued to press himself against you. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly. You trembled and froze up as his hand was now near between your legs and you tried not to shudder, you could feel the bile rising.

Bucky was nibbling on your neck, as he unbuttoned your jeans, the zipper was down, his fingers lightly grazing, before he could go further, he heard Steve calling him out for something.

Bucky tried to ignore, his hand was almost underneath your underwear, when he heard Steve yell for him to come out.

Bucky cursed under his breath, giving you a quick kiss, his fingers moving lightly, before he got up and closed the door hard. After few minutes you finally opened your tear-filled eyes, as you cried and cried, desperately praying for Lloyd to come soon.

Part 19- Part 21

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Hello everyone! I'm back with another realistic part-time career with a bit of The Sims 3 twist and this time, it's a teen internship! Drawing inspiration from science programs such as BRAINYAC and GeoSciences Bridge Program designed for high school students which is perfect for our teens and they can even be promoted to a full Science career.

If you are interested, click on ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures of the Landgraab Science Internship Career.

Landgraab Science Internship

Generations Version: Sim File Share | Base Game Version: Sim File Share ⚠️Download and use only one!

Attention, aspiring scientists! Dust off your lab coats and tighten those safety goggles because the Landgraab Science Internship is here to make your scientific dreams a reality. From potion brewing to genetic decoding, discover the thrill of discovery alongside industry experts. Say goodbye to mundane careers and hello to a future where innovation meets aspiration, one bubbling beaker at a time with Landgraab Science Internship!

Career Type: Part-Time Available for: Teens Available Languages: English Levels: 3 Rabbit Hole: ScienceLab Work Days: M,F,S Work Hours: 4PM - 7PM Does it have Carpool? Yes Does it have Uniforms? Yes (details under Final Notes) File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Generations 📣All descriptions for the levels, tones and metrics as well as skills required, salary, uniforms and other details are provided on the pictures above.

NRAAS Careers Mod Generations Expansion Pack - if you choose the Generations Version.

I've used fairly common level names for this internship as I couldn't think of any others that fit perfectly. Some might sound familiar as I utilized them from The Sims and Sims 2 console games, such as Lab Assistant and Lab Cleaner respectively, although I haven't played those games myself, so the tones used here may differ. The work days for this internship are scheduled for Mondays, Fridays and Saturdays due to Thursday is considered as a holiday if you have the Seasons expansion pack and Shop Club meetings are on Tuesday and Wednesday if you have the Generations expansion pack. The package file includes uniforms and one of them is taken from the Generations expansion pack, specifically from the Catalyst Chemistry Lab Station (Chemistry table) excluding the goggles. Recognizing that not everyone may have this expansion pack, I've created two versions. The Generations version features a lab coat for levels 1 and 2, while the Base Game version uses base game outfits for all three levels. Please download and use only one version in your game! 📣 Upon reaching level three in their internship, teens will be eligible for promotion to the Science career upon applying once they become young adults. Instructions are provided in the picture above; right-click on it and select 'Open image in new tab' for a clearer view. As stated above, you will need NRAAS Careers Mod for these careers to show up in the game and as long as you have the latest version of it, it should work for higher patches. You can also read my #psa regarding these careers, click here. I’m not fluent in any other languages to translate so if anyone is interested in translating this career, please don’t hesitate to send me a message here, comment on this post or let me know in my Ask/Contact form (if you don't have a Tumblr account) and will let you know the details. I have tested this career in my game, so far it is working and all scripts are showing up. All feedback is very welcome to help me learn and improve my skills so please let me know if you experience any problems on your end and I’ll do my best to sort it as soon as possible.

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[aviancataclysm]

i love gd decode i LOVE decode i love decode i love,, decode,,, I LOVE DECODE because like it's got the best song and the best gameplay and the best deco i love decode i LOVE DECODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love decode and i bet decode loves me too i play this level to warm up for my current demon every single day because it's literally every skill in one but also easy but also not easy ykwim iLOVE DECODE

[aviancataclysm]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEM THEM THEMTHEM THEM THEM THEM

either im tripping or decode's design doesn't have a nose, i imagined the noselessnesss thing as intentional bc they were made to be nothing more than just level (did I remember the lore right) and doesn't need to breathe or stuff like that

[hitlikehammers]

feel the bigger thing

rating: t ♥️ cw: criminal-levels of softness, rockstar!Eddie, domestic husbands are domestic ♥️ tags: established relationship, rockstar!eddie, rockstar husbands, love is lying on top of each other on the sofa discussing buying a new house with a pool, soul-deep love, slice of life, softness

for @steddielovemonth day twelve: Love is having hope for the future together (@acasualcrossfade)

you know how the rockstar husbands talked about lights for their pool in the original fic, je ne regrette rien? well GUESS WHAT FEATURES HERE

“These numbers,” Eddie’s reading over the printouts from their manager, sales projections and preliminary tour dates and all the rest: “baby, we can get the new house, hell, we can keep this one and have a second house if we want it,” Eddie kisses the top of Steve’s head where he’s got him bundled up on his chest, tucked under his chin where they’re currently both sprawled on the couch; Eddie says he likes to think like that—likes to know Steve’s there by design, no question, the weight of him evident every time he breathes, he says; held close to my heart, baby, in fact, is what he also says.

Hopeless goddamn romantic, his husband. But he wouldn’t have him any other way.

“We don’t need a second house,” Steve points out, smooshed against Eddie’s sternum.

“We can get the pool,” Eddie added with the audible equivalent of his brow-wiggle and okay, fine, that’s a good point, because Steve may not have really used the one at his parents’ after, well, everything, but he…does kinda miss having one. Now that the memories are distant enough in both time and miles that he doesn’t see standing water deeper than four feet and start fucking hyperventilating anymore.

So…yeah. Compelling argument regarding a pool.

“This record,” Eddie blows out a long breath, slow and even as Steve rides it where he’s braced atop his chest, lifted with his lungs: “this record’s gonna change everything.”

Steve turns his opposite cheek against Eddie’s heartbeat, huffs a little as he gets comfortable again before he asks:

“You think so?”

Eddie doesn’t move, but the fact that he stills so completely is kinda like a motion in itself.

“You don’t?”

He doesn’t sound angry or anything, or even upset. Not disappointed. Maybe just…surprised.

And Steve gets that. The numbers attached to this album are…if they’re right?

This is going to be huge.

But.

“I mean,” Steve shrugs, which is kinda useless given his position, so he sorts of ends up nosing at Eddie’s shirt instead as a byproduct of the hushing of his shoulders: he’s not mad at that, as the outcome:

“I guess, not really,” Steve finally settles on because it’s really not any more complicated than that.

Then Eddie’s got his fingertips at Steve’s nape and he’s spreading them through Steve’s hair and oh.

Oh, that’s so fucking nice.

Which is probably why he pairs the sensation with the question he follows with:

“It’s not good?”

And Steve almost doesn’t hear it, and he wouldn’t even fucking feel bad for not hearing it or not processing it when Eddie’s hands are in his hairlike that because fucking hell, Eddie knows what that goddamn does to him; but Steve does hear it. And again: it’s not angry, or upset. It’s maybe a little surprised. It’s not even quite…hurt, or disappointed, but it’s far closer to either or both than Steve’s comfortable with, than Steve ever wants to hear in that voice, so:

“God no,” he answers with real feeling, shaking his head to back it up and also to—mournfully—dislodge Eddie’s distracting fucking hands; “it’s spectacular,” Steve tells him, plain and honest because it’s the fucking truth: “definitely your best yet.” Also true.

Eddie goes still again, and Steve tips his head up and back at the most uncomfortable possible angle to catch Eddie expression, to read its clues: he’s watching Steve so intently, like he’s something unfathomable and dear enough to spend eternity decoding—but that’s strange in itself. They kind of know each other inside-and-out by now.

So Steve rolls back the words exchanged, looks for the catch, the dropped stitch, the record-scratch.

Gonna change everything—

Ah. Steve’s breath hitches a little, but: he thinks he’s found it. Right.

He makes himself breath in deep but slow, gentle and calm as he can, and Eddie’ll pick up the tension he can’t wholly wash out just yet, and Eddie’ll feel the uptick of his pulse where his one hand holds Steve still around the ribs. But it’s fine. Because they’re fine.

Okay.

“I just,” Steve exhales long; “you said everything,” and Steve tries to make his tone hold the word itself to account, to fill it up with all of the things that came to Steve’s mind and made him denounce the possibility on sight—change everything? But there’s so very little about Steve’s life, about this life together, about their life that they’ve clawed and fought for and now get to relish and bask in: Steve doesn’t want that changed.

And to think a fucking album release could change what they have, that was just, insanity.

…right?

“You said that, and I—“ and that’s as far as Steve gets before Eddie’s dragging him up, firm but so tender, and so full of love in just the touch that any misgivings—and they weren’t even that, that were just…just little off feelings that Steve knew weren’t of real consequence, because he knowswhat they are and what they have and his first instinct was right damnit, and he knew that like he knows the sky is blue and Eddie curls frizz no matter what you fucking do to them: they won’t change in the ways that matter, because they’re…unshakable.

So Steve knew that already, and he knows it now in just Eddie’s touch drawing up upward and closer, but if somehow he’d managed to miss both of those points?

The way he kisses Steve is…fuck, it’s like sucking his soul to consume.

“Oh, oh baby,” Eddie speaks so that they’re lips aren’t ever anything but locked tight, but touching close and with feeling; “not everything, no,” he promises, seals it, vows it straight into Steve’s open mouth so it’ll slip safe down to his heart and soul:

“Not everything,” he whispers, still close enough they can’t breathe without the other there, too, and: that’s heady. That’s real.

“Good,” Steve exhales but with a weight to it, a finality: a seal and vow of his own as he nips Eddie’s swollen lips once, twice, and then tucks himself under Eddie’s chin again, where Eddie’s arms are waiting to envelop him even closer, now; tighter still somehow.

“You’re the center of my world, you know that?” Eddie finally murmurs into Steve’s hair once their breaths have calmed a little, and he can say it steady and sure like he means to, and Steve really just smiles, and burrows that half-an-inch closer, where he compresses Eddie’s flesh to the bone so he can feel the nearest a person can be.

“I do know that,” and it’s not even a fib, or a half-truth: and Eddie already knows the understood ‘you’ of the sentiment clear and well-established—Steve knows Eddie’s love in all sorts of ways, big and small and in between but the first way he probably believed it best was coming to grips with the fact, the unwavering law-of-the-universe fact, that Eddie Munson’s heart beats for Steve the very same Steve’s beats for him. No difference. No more or less. Perfect concert, exact same time signature: precisely shock-start to pump in the first place, like the same spark keeps time in both their chests.

Steve knows he’s loved in ways that don’t have words. Because he loves the very same, and so he knows them intimately, no labels required.

“I already told the promo team we work around your schedule or I’m gonna have to by inconveniently down with the flu for appearances,” Eddie adds as Steve settles back on his chest, soft again and languid: he wasn’t fearful, or even truly hesitant, but—it’s nice. To lean back in and cuddle close.

“You know you don’t have to—“ Steve starts but Eddie tuts him quiet in a flash.

“I do have to. Save my heart the aching, baby,” he presses lips to Steve’s temple and speaks there, drags his mouth wet to the skinL “more important, save yours the same.”

And Steve maybe can’t help but press his own lips first through the cotton of Eddie’s shirt straight to the center of his chest, and then leaning up a little, to the stretched-out collar sneaking the lowest peek of flesh beneath his clavicle: kisses there too, a little sloppy and a lot overfull of feeling as he breathes:

“I love you something wild, Eddie Munson,” and his pulse skips happily, a little dance under Steve’s mouth as he smiles before propping his chin on Eddie’s chest and looking up, meeting the eyes he knows are waiting for him, waiting to lock with his.

And when they do—even after all these years, and Steve has no expectation of it ever change with more to come—but when their eyes meet it’s Steve’s heart that goes giddy, a little off-kilter for joy, and it fucking is that, isn’t it.

It’s wild.

“I love metal, baby,” Eddie answers, and Steve tips his head a little; an odd direction, but he’s intrigued: “music and D&D and meeting the fans,” and Eddie’s playing with his hair again, and he knows what that does, but—

“I feel something so much bigger, for you,” and Jesus, Steve’s in love with maybe the only person in the world who can match him for romance; sometimes outstrips him, even. His heart goes back to dancing chaotic and he couldn’t fucking stifle the grin if he tried, and fuck if he’s ever planning to try.

“Fucking sap,” Steve mouths tight against Eddie’s chest, damp through his shirt for the chuckle he breathes there, weightless and marveling because he gets to have this; they get to have this: they’ve had this for so long and they get to keep it.

“You love it though,” Eddie runs his cheek back and forth across the top of Steve head, and Steve just hums:

“I don’t love it,” he insists with intent in it: “the bigger thing,” he corrects, makes clear: “I feel the bigger thing.”

And Eddie just ducks a smile against Steve’s hair, warm where as it spreads, and Steve can feel it; can’t help him mirror it full as he sighs:

“So tell me more about this pool.”

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[wallydrling]

go away (or don't)

pairing: wally darling/reader

rating: g

author's note: gender neutral reader to the best of my ability! i'm very new to welcome home so please be kind @:)

ao3 (it looks so much better there! go to hell, tumblr!)

Your relationship with Wally, new as it may be, is not without its challenges.

The transition from friends to something more had been a bit of a sticky subject at first, tacky to the touch. But a dozen long conversations and drawn-out explanations had really cleared a lot of things up, and by the end of your first official month as Home's newest couple, things had seemed to be tilting towards hopeful.

Now, as you stand in the middle of Wally's living room, arms folded over your chest, you're not positive that you didn't rush into things.

You aren't mad at him. He is standing just a few feet away, face carefully blank, arms limp by his sides. He is nearly impossible to be mad at. But for all your talk of boundaries, you'd forgotten to discuss something very important with him; your dedication to your friendship with Julie.

"She spends the night with you," Wally says, voice even. "A lot. I don't even get to spend the night with you."

He'd been upset to find out that your twice-weekly sleepovers with Julie hadn't stopped even after your relationship with him kicked into gear. You hadn't brought it up during any of your discussions because you didn't think it mattered. You weren't– you aren't– willing to change anything about your relationship with Julie. You won't sacrifice it. It's too important to you.

"Julie is my friend," you tell him. It's important to keep a level head. Getting upset will only make the situation worse. "I'm not going to stop spending time with her just because you and I are together."

"She lies in your bed," he says. "With you. Beside you."

Bickering with him is…not what you expected it would be. Despite him being more in touch with his emotions than ever, it still doesn't transfer well into his voice. He speaks slowly, the cadence near-robotic, and it's difficult for you to decipher how intense the emotions that he's feeling actually are right now. He doesn't look mad. He isn't smiling, and his eyes are slightly narrowed, but besides that, he is a blank slate. It's as infuriating as it is confusing.

"Wally," you sigh, uncrossing your arms. "She's just a friend, okay? I'm allowed to have friends."

He tilts his chin up defiantly, and there it is–something to latch on to.

"I don't think it's appropriate," he says. "Frank and Eddie don't sleep in other neighbors' beds."

"You do understand that we can't model our entire relationship around Frank and Eddie's, right?" You ask, quirking a brow.

"You're not listening," he huffs. His hands twitch at his sides, fingertips curling into his palms. "You're being unkind."

"No," your jaw flexes subconsciously. "You're being unreasonable."

He lifts his eyes to the ceiling. "Home? Do you think I'm being unreasonable?"

There's a subtle creak, and a consecutive bang, bang.

"Well, there you have it," his mouth curls up into a smile, but it is smug and a little bit cruel.

"Wha–You can't ask Home!" You exclaim, throwing your hands up. "That isn't fair! This is between you and I."

He mimics your earlier stance by crossing his arms over his chest. It's a little off; a little clunky, but he gets the gist of it. He looks closed off, and hurt, and maybe angry. You can't read his eyes well enough. It's a learning process, and he is the kind of book that people spend hundreds of years decoding.

"I think you've overstayed your welcome," He nods towards the front door, and it swings open. "Goodbye, neighbor."

You don't move. He's kicking you out? Your legs feel like they've been cased in cement, and your tongue is heavy in your mouth. No. The argument cannot end like this. There has to be a resolution, or the two of you will never come back from this. Your relationship is too new to handle something so detrimental.

"Wally," you try. His name sounds soft and sweet in your voice because, for all the bickering and the mean words, you cannot be mad at him. You just can't.

"Please leave," he says. He shifts on his feet. "I think I'm…mad. And I really, really don't want to be mad at you, but I don't know how not to be. So, you should go."

You appreciate the fact that he is attempting to explain his feelings. That he's digging deep, and being honest with you. You know that it hasn't been easy for him, learning about conceptualizing emotions, and letting himself take the time to decode them. He has struggled. You've helped him through almost-panic attacks too many times to count. He gets overwhelmed sometimes, and you know that, even for you, relationships aren't simple. Standing up to you, it must be difficult.

"Relationships are hard, sometimes," you say, taking a step towards him. "It's normal to be angry with your partner when you both disagree on something very important. And…I know that trying to talk about it can be frustrating."

He relaxes just slightly at your words; you see it in the way his shoulders droop. He still has his arms crossed over his chest, but he is looking at you now, and his eyes go round at the edges. They lose their sharpness.

"Frank and Eddie disagree on things, too," you continue. "Being partners with someone means compromising."

"Compromising," Wally repeats. "But you won't–you're not compromising with me."

"Let's sit down and talk about it some more," you suggest, offering him a warm smile. "We should never intentionally hurt each other, alright? If my sleepovers with Julie have hurt your feelings, I want to make that right."

You take a seat on his sofa, patting the spot next to you. He hesitates for a moment, and then sits down, too. His ankles cross, and he folds his hands in his lap.

"You don't like it when I have sleepovers with Julie because she lies in my bed with me?" You ask. You're careful with your words, with your tone. You don't want to upset him further, or have him close himself off.

He nods. "I've read Julie's romance books, and when two people love each other, they always share a bed."

Ah, yes. Since the realization of his feelings for you, Wally has been in love with the idea of love. He reads Julie's silly, cliché stories, and asks Frank and Eddie questions that are perhaps a bit too personal. He is smart and curious, and he's always wanting to learn. This–all things romance– has just been his newest fixation. You're not sure that Julie's books or Frank and Eddie's ever-changing dynamic are the best references for him, though. He is not like the love interest in a romance novel. He shouldn't try to compare himself to anyone else.

"Sharing a bed isn't always romantic," you explain. "There are a lot of different kinds of love. But," you reach out to place a hand on his knee, soothing, and he lets you. Does not move away, so you take that as a good sign. "If me sharing a bed with someone else makes you uncomfortable, I'm willing to compromise. How about when Julie comes over, she lies in my bed, and I sleep on the couch?"

He takes a moment to think about this. You see the cogs turning in his head, the way his mouth straightens out, and then pulls down at the corners.

"Okay," he says. "I think that would be…okay. I would feel happier with that."

"And," you tell him, "you can't keep basing your idea of love around what you read in books, okay? All relationships are different. You have to learn to navigate it through experience."

"I just," he looks down, eyes closing for a second. "I have questions, sometimes. I don't know where to find answers."

Your hand slides up to cup his cheek, and his skin goes a little pink beneath your touch.

"Next time you have a question, just ask me about it, alright?" You say. Your thumb smooths along his skin, and you brush a bit of blue hair behind his ear. "We'll work on it together."

"I like how that sounds," he smiles, eyes twinkling beneath high noon's light beaming in through the windows. "Together."

Pleased now, he scoots closer to you on the couch. His mouth curves up, and he gets this mischievous look on his face that you've come to associate with his silly little antics. He dives forward and kisses the round apple of your cheek, darting away with a sweet, "muah!"

"So you're not mad at me anymore, then?" You ask, tips of your ears warm.

He shakes his head. "Not mad. Sorry I tried to make you leave earlier."

You take his face between your hands, and squish his cheeks until his mouth puckers up. He looks goofy and open and so, so happy. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you press forward and kiss him on the mouth, once, then twice. The pink on his face goes deeper, and his ears turn red, too.

"I'm sorry for not taking your feelings seriously at first," you say. "I accept your apology. Do you accept mine?"

"I don't know," he shrugs. "Maybe a few more kisses will sway me."

You laugh, falling against his chest, and he wraps both arms around your shoulders. He is soft, and smells like cedar and sunlight. You breathe him in, and tilt your head back to leave a little kiss to his jawline.

"You drive a hard bargain, Darling. I suppose I've got no choice but to bend to your will."

You tackle him onto the couch until he's lying on his back, head propped up on the arm rest. You pin his wrists by his sides and leave chaste kisses all over his face, each one signed with a tiny smack, and a "muah!" He laughs, and it is still drawn out and slow and stale, but it is so very him, and that's all you have ever wanted.

He buries his devastatingly cute, "ha, ha, ha's" into your shoulder, and you kiss him and kiss him until the both of you are breathless, and the sun begins to set.

[aviancataclysm]

AJDJJWHJEJNDJFMSJCLICKSJCJDJJCNSOCBDKJDCJWOIFIFDJCJSIHCKDDKDNBCKWJCKBFJWDJKDNDJWK /VVPOS 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

ILY DECODE !!!!!!!!!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 ILY ILY ILY

Wanted to share my decode design inspo from some moots!, Have not updated him in a while, the last picture is the first draft ever(?) he’s just a bit more chonky now hehe,,

Basic info AGHH i know i have yet to fully lore dump for a lot of guys:

Decode 🔌⚡️

He/Him/It | Rank 1 Demon | Cyber Realm - Machine Type

- Decode is an older demon from the cyber realm, (a realm in this world is essentially a different plane linked to the regular GD world, you’re able to access/ travel to corresponding to the themes: Hell, Astral, Heaven, Cyber, and Void. more on that later!) The cyber realm is home to demons relating back to tech and electronics, it’s also where the golden age of innovation was as the world shifted into 1.9 (it still needs a better name LMAOO) with new vehicles and advancements yadda yadda,,

- He is a demon created in the 1.9 era for the purposes of combat but eventually found himself into the more technical aspects of creation, sinking a lot of time into developing a lot of the realm’s technology. While the tech back from 1.9 is considered outdated now, he essentially paved the way for the realm’s future demons to thrive off of, as well as being just as resourceful to the mortals (this part is still mega wip so SORRY if it’s weird ehehe )

- Decode Electronics is still a wip too, but it’s a large company known for providing vehicles, so things like UFO’s, robots, ships, etc! He’s very well respected on both the human and demon ends despite being a bit dated/ being of a lower power demon rank. While he doesn’t fully own it anymore, he’s still content with where he is now, and that is being stationed at the main(?) city branch. That’s how he met NC actually lmao

- Unlike most greedy capitalists he’s not like that! Big responsible man,, very patient especially when helping out employees/customers.. still able to lose temper but he’s mellowed out a lot.. I’m not mad just disappointed. Very much loves what he does as well as know a lot of demons.. he’s very logical, knowledgeable on computer science and engineering and all that but I only know so much because I am a dumbass and CANNOT write for smart chars 💔

KEEPING IT BRIEF EHEHEH ILL GIVE MORE INFO TO HIM AGHAHAH THANKS FOR READING

[quietlyimplode]

ignite your bones

After the fall of General Dreykov, and the remnants of the Red Room still at large, Natasha first year at SHIELD is anything but healing. Labeled a traitor and a turncoat, Natasha tries to find her footing in a strange new world.

Whumptober 2024: Day 18- Revenge

Warnings: canonical violence

Word Count: 1.4 (gif not mine)

Summary: the director wants revenge from those after him

Masterlist.

Whumptober Masterlist.

.

Thompson loosens his tie.

Opening his bank account, he glances at the money.

It was worth it, he thinks, looking at the savings and the retirement fund that sits waiting for him.

What did the country ever do for him?

Once out of the army, they didn’t take care of him.

His battle with PTSD and the ongoing trauma of what he saw in war meant nothing.

He had seen. He knew.

There was nothing but money that meant anything.

It was always about money.

Money ruled everything, and if the only way to make it was to be corrupt and sell others down the line, just like they had done to him, well, he was justified to do so.

He was too far on the rabbit hole to turn back now.

Thompson looks at his ledger, his scrawling handwriting in code, took seconds for him to decode.

Out of the 70 agents he knew, he marked off the ones he knew were missing. At the end, there was twenty left.

Throwing his pen in frustration, he growls softly to himself.

They’d done a good job at decimating it, whilst he’d been distracted.

It had happened slowly, people missing, others not showing up for work, missions gone awry; all with those that he knew worked for the triple headed snake.

He supposed that was the point.

He leaves the desk to find his whisky in the cupboard, and pours a glass.

If Fury and his merry band of warriors thought he was stupid enough not to stop the last of it they had another thing coming.

Fury, Coulson, Hill and Barton.

He was sure they were behind it. The only ones with enough of a security level to put the pieces together.

That and the little traitorous bitch.

She was the one that started it all.

He should never have approved the mission that Olivia had set out.

The wheels turn further.

“Claudia,” he calls, his PA entering his office with a nod.

“Yes sir?”

“Get Olivia Belova in here now.”

“Sir,” she nods, leaving the room.

It takes only a minute before the woman reenters with a stern look.

“She’s not available, her calendar says she on leave. I had a look and it says that you approved it two days ago.”

Thompson feels the frustration burn within him. Anger at being played and manipulated.

“Fine,” he growls.

“Where is Romanoff?”

The pa leaves for a moment, evidently looking at logs and emails, before returning to explain that she had left with Hill at Fury’s order.

“And where are they?”

He knows it’s unfair to be angry at Claudia, the 60 year old former Sargent, who had done nothing but be loyal to him, despite knowing his secrets.

He should do something to help her from the coming storm.

Claudia looks worried.

“It doesn’t say,” she replies, her voice small like a child about to get into trouble.

Thompson huffs.

“Go home,” he orders.

“No. Go on holiday, somewhere tropical. Don’t come back for a while.”

He knows she’s smart enough to read through the lines of his statement.

“There’s a storm coming,” he tells her.

“A big one.”

.

“We have to make contingencies,” the woman from the Oceania region demands.

“Are you going to take over once he is brought in?”

Fury nods.

“Who else?”

“There are a range of people,” the man from Europe advises.

“I know this region the best, I know my people the best, if this transfer of power is one that you want to go smoothly, then you must all see it.”

“Fine. We would like an update.”

The faceless voices take in the evidence, as Fury outlines what’s next.

“He won’t go easily,” he surmises.

The woman clenches her hands.

“Just get it done.”

.

Twenty men.

Four missions.

Five person teams.

Four targets.

Thompson feels like he’s fallen too far down the rabbit hole to ever redeem himself. He doesn’t care how treasonous it is to go after four former military personnel with medals ranging from a purple heart to a silver star.

They shouldn’t have forced his hand.

He fingers his gun, wondering if he should go with them, but when he hands the last orders down, he finds his courage fails him.

He should be the one to oversee everything. That’s what it was when you were the Major.

Alpha.

Bravo.

Charlie.

Delta.

The four strike teams had their orders, now he just had to wait.

.

Alpha Team.

Maria leaves Clint’s apartment, windows open and music on.

Blink-182 plays loudly and she smiles as “what’s my name again” plays through her speakers. She’d tried to explain music to Natasha but she could tell that it was falling on deaf ears.

Whether she didn’t care or her mind was on other things, she hadn’t known.

Turning left onto the freeway, she notices two black shield cars.

“Fuckers,” she thinks.

She knew those cars, those number plates and knew they were gunning for her.

Quickly making a plan, she turns off at the next exit, cutting off two cars and rightly receiving a blasting of horns.

One of the cars makes it off with her.

She assumes two or three man team in each car.

Annoyed, she speeds, making it to the closest Walmart and parking.

Cars are too dangerous and she knows they would prefer to just run her off the road.

People she knows.

People she’s trained.

She hates Hydra.

Twisted and corrupt.

Maria exits her car, watching the black car carefully.

It parks nearby.

Three man exit.

She has moments and the element of surprise.

Her gun loaded, she presses forward.

.

Bravo Team.

Coulson rubs his eyes.

Staying close to Clint was exhausting. Not because he was a hard patient, but because he was so worried that someone would come and finish the job.

The round the clock surveillance was exhausting.

The dog park outside Shield was just starting to heat up.

The golden retriever and the dachshund make him laugh with their antics as their owner chat, ignoring the dogs wrapping the leads around their legs.

Coulson leans back in the sunshine, and sips his coffee.

He almost misses the odd sound of boots on the ground.

He looks around to see a five man team closing in on him.

Standing, he heads for the middle of the park, the Rottweiler on his left taking notice of his pace and the urgency of his movements.

.

Charlie Team.

Gun on his lap, Fury shoots twice.

Once in the knee and the other in the head.

A shout of pain reverberates throughout his appartment.

Angrily, he throws a punch, and shoots again.

Two down.

He shuts off the lights, and drops the blinds.

The three that are left, enter in a V formation.

Fury almost laughs, as they seem blinded.

He knows the terrain on his apartment the best. They’re sure to miss the step.

He counts it down.

Holding his gun high, he aims the shot.

.

Delta Team.

Clint stares at Natasha’s face.

Maria had shrugged when he asked and told him to ask Natasha.

As if in a stand off, she hadn’t moved from his couch, just watched as he’d pottered around slowly.

He’d gathered some clothes, money, his gun, arrows and bow.

Now he was just tired.

“Do you want a drink?” he asks.

Natasha looks up.

He notices her hands, scabbed and sore.

She nods and stands to come and help.

“What happened?” he asks in almost a whisper.

Natasha swallows.

She’s sure her face is almost as bruised as his.

“They wouldn’t let me see you,” she whispers.

“What’s that?” she asks, the light above Clint’s head blinking rapidly.

“Shit.”

He coughs and winces.

“They’re coming.”

Natasha looks panicked.

“Who?”

Clint grabs his backpack and gun, and passes it to her, taking his bow and arrows and notching it.

“Carry that, and follow me.”

He hits a button, stairs coming down from the ceiling allowing Clint to ascend, Natasha on his heels as the entrance to his apartment is beaten in.

The rooftop is high, and Natasha doesn’t like it.

“We’ll be cornered,” she hisses.

Clint turns, and shoots a single arrow into the ledge.

To Natasha’s surprise, the lead and rope out of it attach securely, and Clint grabs it.

“We’re abseiling,” he tells her, sweat on his brow.

She thinks it’s from pain, or adrenaline.

Maybe both.

Her heart beats evenly.

“This would be a stupid way to die, Clint Barton,” she tells him.

He shoots another arrow, and she picks up the second rope.

“On three,” he tells her.

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[jimsbeetroot]

𝐈 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

hopefully, i will be able to make this a series, of reader and jim on their vacation (ergo, why its called I in Spain, as in the first day)! i really want to anyway!

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"You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Jim's face dropped as he looked over at the large - but empty - hotel pool, his surprised eyes quickly shifting back to your grinning ones.

“If you want to have sex, we’ll find someplace else, but I’m not fucking you in a hotel pool.” 

You pouted, desperately hoping that your quivering bottom lip would win Jim over, but he only shook his head and looked away.

“Why not?” You mumbled, staring into Jim's chest as you fumbled with the strings of his hoodie. 

Jim was practically bent in half, his chin resting on your head as he tiredly skimmed the crowded hotel lobby. 

Jim had finally gotten the green light to go on a vacation, and the two of you had packed your bags for two sunny weeks in the south of Spain.

“Let’s just go to our room,” Jim suggested. He grabbed your hand, but you snatched it from his grip.

“But I want to go into the swimming pool!” You whined, stomping your foot into the tiles of the hotel lobby. 

Jim shushed you and looked around, making sure that no one was staring at the two of you.

“I want you to fuck me in the swimming pool,” you giggled, but Jim wasn’t laughing at all.

“This is not funny, Y/N,” Jim shook his head and grabbed your hand again. This time, you didn't even have the chance to protest before you were dragged down a hallway by your 6'6 foot boyfriend. 

Jim held the luggage in one hand and your hand in his other.

He pushed the elevator button, and the two of you waited silently for a while, before a brilliant idea washed upon you.

"I even packed my best swimwear. You know, the pink two-piece?" 

You said, and Jim stared back at you with an unamused glance. He knew that you were trying to get a reaction out of him. 

He was the one, who had bought you that bikini, but not to have you flaunting it to everyone. No, that was a bikini strictly for his eyes.

"I might just go without you, then," You huffed as the two of you stepped into the elevator.

Jim had let go of your wrist. He stared at you with a clenched jaw and tilted his head. 

"In that bikini? Fucking forget it," Jim chuckled, seemingly thinking you were joking, but looking at your pout and angry stare, he slowly realized that you were dead serious.

"It's just a bikini, James. Why did you buy me a bikini, if you don't want me to wear it?" You asked and looked up at Jim with a question-marked grimace.

"I'm just saying; I think you could've chosen a pair that didn't show that off that much," Jim said. He knew, that you were the master of analyzing words down to the bone, and just as he'd feared, your brain began decoding his last sentence.

"Oh, so you own me? Well, maybe you should pack my whole suitcase the next time we travel. Or maybe, you should just approve everything I ever wear. That way, we'll be sure to"

"Okay, calm the fuck down," he hissed and nipped your upper arm as the elevator stopped and an elderly couple walked in. You glared at him and rubbed the red spot on your arm, where Jim had left a mark.

The elevator was silent, as it went up, finally stopping at your level. You walked out, Jim following behind you with the key card.

You stood by the hotel room door and waited impatiently for Jim to unlock it. When he did, you hurried in and threw yourself on the bed.

Jim placed the luggage on the ground and rubbed his shoulders, clearly exhausted from a whole day of travelling. But you were loaded with energy.

"Listen, I'm gonna take a nap. Come join me. Maybe we can take a swim later."

Jim laid down on the bed and reached an arm out for you, but you huffed at his gesture.

"I don't want to go to sleep now, James. I wanna go swim," you whined, stomping slightly as Jim turned around, back facing you and closed his eyes, pretending not to care.

"Fine, then go," he mumbled. You huffed at his response.

"Fine, then give me the key card," you responded. You knew, that you needed the key card to lock yourself into the swimming pool, but also to get back into the room again.

Jim didn't respond. 

"James, I said give me the key card," you said with a stern voice. He had it on him somewhere, but where? That was a great question.

"Go get another one, then we'll have one each," Jim said. 

He would've never suggested that if it wasn't for your absolute fear of talking to strangers, especially when you didn't speak their language. Just the thought made you all nervous, and Jim knew that, that son of a bitch. 

He knew, that you wouldn't dare to go ask anyone alone, and Jim had no plans of moving from the bed anytime soon.

"I'm serious, Jim. Just give me the key card."

You were starting to get pretty riled up, and Jim knew that. Everything at that moment, depended on that idiotic key card.

You scanned him up and down. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. Couldn't be that hard to get a hold of, you thought.

You walked over to the side of the bed, where Jim was lying, looking down at him. "Give me the key card," you huffed and pushed his shoulder slightly, although he didn't move.

"Give me the key card," you repeated, pushing his shoulder a little harder this time.

Jim didn't react at all. He just lay on his side, arms crossed against his chest, his long legs folded towards his upper body

"Jim, give me the key c-"

Before your hand could make contact with his shoulder, he - in a swift move- lifted his hand and grabbed your wrist tightly.

"Don't you think you've crossed enough lines today?" Jim sighed, eyes still closed and grip still tight around your wrist. You struggled to get out of his hold, but it was no use. He was, indeed a great deal stronger than you.

"Let me go," you hissed, trying everything to get away from him, but then you spotted it. There, the key card was, slightly sticking out of the front pocket of his jeans. Without hesitation, your free hand went to grab it, only just getting to touch it before Jim's other hand grabbed yours.

You probably look ridiculous, standing above your boyfriend, wrestling him and losing terribly. Jim thought it was hilarious, mostly because you both knew, that you didn't stand a chance against Jim. 

Jim managed to roll you over him and into the space next to him. Now, he was hovering over you, pressing your hands against the mattress.

"Let me go!" You hissed through pursed lips and shook a strand of hair away from your eyes.

Jim shook his head and sighed, "Let's take a nap."

He folded his arms around your upper body, his chest pressed against your back as he hugged you so suffocatingly tight, disallowing any possible movement from you.

His legs kept yours closed, weighing them down.

"Let me go, James," you huffed and moved the only limb, not secured by Jim. You only managed to lift your hand a little, before Jim grabbed that too and locked your hands.

"Just relax, babe. We're on vacation, remember?"

If you could move any part of your body, you would've hit Jim so hard, but you were completely locked in, with no chance of escaping.

"I'm sorry, that I'm not super calm when fully restrained," you replied sarcastically.

Jim only hummed a reply. You were not about to lay there, waiting for him to wake up.

"Let me go!" You hissed and wriggled your body as much as you could, desperate to get out of his grip, although you were admittedly beginning to get a little tired.

You didn't stop wriggling around until Jim let out a guttural moan. All you had been doing was just grinding your ass against the crotch. You hadn't done this on purpose, but you'd made his cock hard as a rock. You could feel his stiff member poking your ass through his jeans.

"Congratulations. You get your way like you always fucking do," Jim whispered.

Honestly, you'd completely forgotten about the pool. All you could think about, was Jim moaning into your ear, as you began forcing your hips backwards, rubbing your ass against his hard cock.

Shifting his hold on you, Jim had both your wrists in his hand, still holding you tightly and secured. The other had snuck beneath your tank, his massive hand fumbling your breast. You moaned at the sensation and closed your eyes, throwing your head back against Jim's shoulder, mouth open.

Jim removed his hand from under your shirt and trailed it slowly, painfully slowly down to the waistband of your shorts. By now, not only were the panties you were wearing utterly soaked, but a big wet spot was starting to take form in the crotch area of your denim shorts.

You tried to break your hands out of Jim's grip. You desperately wished to tangle your fingers in his hair or tug at his arms, but you couldn't move your hands.

A whine left your lips as Jim unbuttoned your shorts with one hand and slipped his long fingers into your underwear.

His index finger ran a few times up and down your slit before pressing his index- and middle finger against your clit, rubbing it slowly. You rocked your hips back, moaning and whining. Your nails dug into the hand, Jim had them wrapped in. 

Swiftly retrieving his fingers, you griped but shut yourself up when you felt Jim pulling down your shorts along with your panties.

His fingers returned to your soaking cunt. He used the leg, which he had used to keep yours closed with, to spread your legs apart. This gave him full access to your dripping crotch.

His long index- and ring finger slid into the soaking entrance of your cunt, digging deep inside of you. A piercing screech left your lips at the sensation. Your back arched as Jim used his thumb to rub your clit, still drilling his lengthy fingers into your cunt.

It was just about too much. Thankfully, Jim decided to let go of your hands. One hand immediately went to his hair, while the other grasped his veiny forearm.

Your mind was all over the place and your eyes were rolled far back, everything suddenly disappearing when Jim removed his hand from your cunt. He uncurled himself from your side and suddenly, there was no touch to be felt.

You were just about to complain until you realised that he was merely taking off his jeans.

"Take your shirt off," he ordered. You followed his order immediately, suddenly sitting completely naked.

Jim removed his T-shirt along with his underwear, cock springing out, hard, dripping with precum. You bit your lip at the sight and rolled onto your back, but Jim pushed you to lay on your side again. 

He laid down, his chest once again pressed against your back, only now, his cock was bare and throbbing against your heat. Jim kissed your neck roughly, surely leaving marks. You attempted to turn your body to kiss Jim's lips, but his massive hand went around your throat, gently forcing your head down on the pillow.

His long fingers once again went down to your cunt, wasting no time to force them into your cunt again, causing a mighty howl from you. He only pumped his fingers a few times before removing them.

"Always gotta test the waters," he whispered, hand still wrapped around your throat. Jim lined his cock up at your entrance, mumbling a quiet, "Ready?" but wasted no time, waiting for an answer before driving his cock deeply into your cunt.

You screamed and threw your head back, the new position blowing your mind away. Jim's pace was fast and steady. Deep and thorough.

His hips pushed up, every thrust filled with an unbearable force. His arms crossed over your chest, each hand grasping your tits hard. Your nails dug into his forearms, so deeply that you could've sworn, that you'd heard a wince leaving his lips.

A series of cusswords along with Jim's name repeatedly left your mouth, Only a few thrusts later, you were sent through the roof with indescribable feelings of fireworks in your stomach.

The noises, which left your mouth were difficult to describe, and they didn't stop, just because you'd reached your climax. Jim was chasing his high, but his thrusts continued at the same, insane speed, which persisted until he also came, hands tightly grasping your breasts.

He hummed your name over and over again until his body finally released itself of its tension and unstiffened. Jim's grip softened, and as soon, as he'd unhanded you, you turned around and hugged him, his arms immediately closing around you.

[seeingivy]

elevated heart rates 

levi ackerman x f!reader

levi’s a mind reader and you’re a love expert 

content: grad student levi, brain researchers, nile being a weirdo freak (sorry yall), mentions of drinking, levi is shirtless at one point, reader has claustrophobia 

an: started my big girl brain research fellowship today. hence - brain jargon and GRAD STUDENT LEVI

- 

The room is small - the nineteen of you cramming into the small space of the conference room. You’re located directly at the front, sitting next to your advisor, Dot Pyxis. A leading expert in the field, one of the first neuroscientists you had met at a conference when you were a freshman in college. 

You saw it - the way his eyes lighted up, the way he was stumbling over his words because he was so excited to explain what he did everyday that you wanted that. To be that excited about something. And here you were, sitting next to him about to make it happen. 

You moved to Marley two months ago for this very moment. Your first day at the Brain Consortium - one of the best neuroscience research labs in the country, led by Pyxis himself. He was going to co-advise your thesis, guide you into becoming an expert in the field. Unlike any other, this lab was barely limited to one field, instead equipped with researchers from many different departments, the projects, the papers entirely interdisciplinary. 

There was no other place like it. You can feel your hands shaking as you hand over your hard drive, your presentation loaded on to it. Pyxis had explained it all - there were weekly lab meetings where everyone came together, presenting their research. Everyone gave feedback, asked questions to help further expand and build on the projects. 

And it was your turn. On your very first day, you were expected to explain. What you were going to research, what you were going to contribute, what you were excited about. 

It’s fucking nerve wracking. Pyxis stands up, giving you one last shoulder squeeze, before introducing everyone in the lab to you. He points everyone out - the other assistant professors, post-doctoral researchers, and the other PhD students. 

“Hange Zoe, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Petra Ral, and Nile Dok. The other PhD students. I want the five of you to give her a tour of the lab after.” 

They all nod, a few of them giving you encouraging smiles as you start. Pyxis turns to you, taking your seat at the table as you take the pointer in your hands, starting your presentation. 

“Right. Um, I’m F/N L/N. It’s nice to meet you all. I, um, completed my undergraduate studies at Shiganshina University. I got a b-bachelors in applied neuroscience and computational biology. I’ll be presenting my thesis project pr-proposal.” 

You hate this shit. You’re stuttering over your words and they’re all staring back, completely uninterested in your work. The PhD students in front of you aren’t even taking you seriously - the girl with glasses nearly stumbling off her chair from sliding around on it and the guy with dark black, grey steely eyes more interested in his cup of fucking tea than what you were talking about. 

“Right, so. My project aims to study interoceptive signals - like heartbeat, respiration cycles, blood pressure - and use them to predict and decode intentions. These small biomarkers, entirely unconscious to us, are consistent during decision making, unbeknownst to us. We can exploit that - to understand higher level cognition.” 

You’ve got their attention - you can tell. This is always the easy part, drawing them in - the woman from before stopped sliding on her chair, instead leaning forward with her eyes shining at your slides, the guy with the tea momentarily flickering his eyes up to the screen. 

“You can use it to predict how people act, how they feel. Especially for something like heart rate, which is what I want to focus on, you can understand so many things - anxiety, stress, companionship, sexual attraction, romance.” 

You see one of the PhD students murmur under his breath, interrupting you in your stead. Nile, they said his name was. 

“So you want to be a…love expert?” 

The entire room laughs, giving you smiles as you continue on. You give him a smile, responding. 

“I guess you could say that.” 

You continue on - highlighting how the brain regulates these signals, what equipment you’ll be using to record all of it. 

They clap when you’re done. Success. 

 - 

You feel fully settled into the lab, a few months later. You’ve decorated your tiny cubicle, directly in the middle with the other PhD students, with a few knick knacks - a picture of you and your best friend, a tiny little green figurine your parents gifted you, and a rack for your headphones. 

You’re located in the section with the other PhD students, who are…interesting. 

On the first day, they lead you to take the cubicle directly next to Hange, which you realized was a bad idea. Because they set you up. Hange’s a biochemist - doing research on the brain tissue at the molecular level, trying to understand how glioblastomas progress. Meaning - they’re always playing with chemicals at their desk, sometimes too lazy to walk over to the lab, which leads to some interesting smells and…smokes in your area. 

They never get in trouble, because Erwin and Petra always come to save the day. They’re both leading policy experts, studying volition and decision making in hopes to use in applications to the law and judicial systems. Figuring out why criminals commit crimes, using it for to serve justice. They cover up the evidence, distract Pyxis and Shadis, and talk their way out of it on Hange’s behalf. 

And that leaves Nile, who isn’t particularly your favorite. He’s a bit hard to get along with, not exactly personable per say. He’s researching microdosing and addiction - trying to figure out how we can manipulate medicines or drugs into being more or less addictive. 

You almost forgot about him. Levi, who's currently leading you to the MRI room on the other side of the building. Definitely the most intriguing of all of your colleagues - using transcranial brain stimulation to decode intentions. In less jargony terms, he read minds. 

He puts the decisions made on the tests into algorithms, correcting it until the machines can predict the decisions being made perfectly - that can be applied to anyone, not just singular participants. He’s coding human thought into machines. And doing it successfully. 

Levi’s quiet, perplexing, and intelligent. An enigma. He’s stood out to you, more than anyone else, for the simple reason that he’s the only one who doesn’t want to talk to you. Hange invites you out for drinks, Petra introduced you to her boyfriend, Erwin bought you a birthday present even though you didn’t tell anyone it was your birthday, and Nile asked you on a date (which you obviously declined). 

But Levi doesn’t care. You don’t either, but it does intrigue you at times. Why he’s so quiet, so closed off, what he’s always doing on his laptop, who he texts on his breaks. This was the first time you were alone with him - getting roped into participating in his newest study. 

“Newbie has to do it.” 

“Do what, Hange?” 

“Levi likes to experiment on all of our brains. You’ve never done it and he needs someone, so we’re volunteering you.” 

Hange and Erwin pull you up by the wrists, all but pushing you out of the conference room into Levi’s cubicle, where you almost trip and fall over him. He looks up - already deeply uninterested with the three of you standing in his space - as he removes his hands from his keyboard. 

“What, brats?” 

“I’m not participating. She is. Take her away!” 

He looks between the three of you, clearly unamused with how nonchalant Hange was being about the whole thing, as they knocked over Levi’s stack of books on the floom. They nearly shake his entire frame in their hands as they thanked him profusely for not making them participate. 

Erwin picks up the stack of books - somehow shuffling them all out of order as Levi gets even more frustrated - shooing the two of them out of his space. After successfully removing them, you and Levi walk towards the MRI room, all the way across the building, in silence. 

When you get there, he taps his hand on the platform, signaling for you to sit on it. You obediently follow, still not uttering an entire word. You watch him mill around the room - pressing switches, using the intercom to communicate with the operator, turning the lights off. 

“Wearing any metal?” 

“My necklace. I’ll take it off.” 

You reach up, awkwardly fumbling with the clasp as he watches you, his hands pressed to his sides as he waits. You’re not sure what it is - how sweaty your hands are, the way he’s looking at you, awkwardly waiting for you to finish - but you can’t get the clasp off, your hold shaking behind your hair. 

“I can help you.” 

You meekly nod, getting off the platform. Before you can, he reaches forward, his slender hands gathering your hair before placing them across the side to your shoulder. You feel his knuckles against your nape, quickly unlatching the necklace and fixing your hair back into place. 

“I’ll hold it for you.” 

You get back onto the platform, lying flat, as Levi uses the intercom to signal to Armin, one of the undergraduate students who worked in the MRI building. You can feel the platform sliding you into the tube and you suddenly feel it. 

Your claustrophobia. Every horrible thought you can imagine is running through your head as the machine starts whirring, your heart pounding in your chest. An earthquake - the machine would crush you. The magnets can be too fast, the machine malfunctioning while you’re stuck inside it. There could be a fire and you would be left here, everyone leaving you and locking you out of the room. 

“You okay?” 

“Y-yeah, Armin. Sorry. I get a bit claustrophobic, that’s all.” 

“Okay, take your time. Try to stay still so we can get better pictures.” 

You nod, trying to still your breaths as the machine whirrs on again. You can feel your nails digging into your palms, as you try to calm down, the panic still sitting in your chest. You feel a hand circle around your ankle, squeezing twice, as the machine keeps going. 

“You okay, Newbie?” 

“Yeah, Levi. I’m okay.” 

“I’m here. Get out if you’re uncomfortable. I’ll just drag Shitty Glasses by the scalp to do it instead of you.” 

You laugh, his hold still firm on your ankle. You try to focus on it - the fine print on the machine, your back against the platform, his fingers on your skin as the machine keeps going, your panic still writhing in your chest. The MRI finishes - Levi giving you one last squeeze before the platform slides out and you nearly jump out of the machine. 

You and Levi walk back to the main lab, in silence. When you get there, Levi gives Hange’s ponytail one big yank before settling back into his cubicle, giving you a soft smile before you return to yours. 

-   

It’s Levi’s turn to present for the lab meeting. The lab is going to Hizuru for Sigtuna, one of the largest neuroscience conferences to date. The PhD students are all presenting posters, except Levi who was invited to give a talk. 

You had been helping Levi as of late - working with him to identify the sulcuses and the lobes on all of Levi’s MRIs. He had no experience in magnetic resonance imaging whatsoever - something you had spent years learning during undergrad. So the two of you had worked out a system - you helped him with identifying the images and helped you troubleshoot your code for your tasks whenever you needed it (which was often). 

You spent a lot of time together - even if it wasn’t direct. You’d sit in silence in the main conference room, working for hours. He’d bring you a cup of coffee and you would pick up dinner, talking through ideas as you finished off your projects. 

You had helped him write the grant for the talk instead of the poster, helping him with all the physiological portions. He taught you how to do all the analysis for yours - the two of you often the one’s leaving the lab latest, Levi walking you to your car in the dark before walking off to his own. 

You were friends. Project partners. 

He gives you one last look before starting the presentation and you shoot him a thumbs up under the table, which he returns with a smile. He’s explaining - using your brain and Hange’s as the sample templates to explain what he was doing - what parts of the brain he has to use for his machine learning. 

“This is Newbie’s and this is Hange’s brain. In theory, each part of the brain is slightly bigger, depending on what parts of your brain you exercise more. For example, Hange is involved in more motor-dexterity - running all their projects by hand. This part of the sulcus is more developed, bigger because of it, compared to Newbie.” 

Nile nudges you on the side, whispering something about how he can give you something to do with your hands if you needed it. You roll your eyes, awkwardly shuffling farther as you refocus on what Levi was saying. 

“This part of the brain is more developed for Newbie, the Brodmann areas - associated with critical thinking, higher level cognition, decision making. Good thing I didn’t use your brain, Dok. We wouldn’t even be able to catch it on the image if we used yours.” 

The entire room laughs - Nile sulking in his chair as Levi continues. You don’t miss the look he gives you afterwards, his eyes uncharacteristically soft when he meets yours, as he continues the presentation. 

When he finishes, Pyxis goes over the room assignments, mentioning that there were three rooms for all the PhD students - meaning a few of you would have to pair up. You turn your neck to look at Petra, who's already nodding and agreeing with Hange that they would room together. You deflate, watching Erwin and Levi pair up. Which leaves you next to Nile, who's all but too excited to be your partner. 

He slings his arm around your shoulder, saying that you guys can share the bed if it gets cold at night, which leaves you shooting dangerous looks at Hange. Levi catches on first, immediately dragging Erwin over to where the two of you were standing. 

“Dok. Erwin is going to room with you.” 

“Says who?” 

“Says me. Don’t argue with me today, I’m already sick of you.” 

Levi grabs you by the wrist, dragging you towards the other side of the room as he rambles on. 

“What a fucking idiot. First he interrupts me during my talk and then starts saying perverted shit like that. Someone’s going to smack him upside the head one day and I surely hope for my sake it’s me.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him twice before letting go. 

“Thank you for that - I was literally going to vomit if I had to room with him.” 

“Well, I told you before. I’m here if you’re uncomfortable.” 

You nod, the two of you walking into the conference room to make edits to your presentation. 

 - 

You and Levi come back to your hotel room after the conference, positively plastered. He’d all but given his talk perfectly and your poster won an award at the end - which meant you and Levi were celebrating well into the night. 

You had your arms slung around each other, your weight uneven, as you both slide back into the hotel room, falling onto the singular bed in the room. You and Levi were greeted with the unpleasant sight earlier in the day - you and Levi both insisting that you would be the ones to sleep on the couch. 

You’re both lying face up on the bed - your cheeks flushed, your chests heaving up and down, the only sound in the room being your shaky breaths. Your hands are still locked together, your brain fuzzy from the events of the night. 

You and Levi amble up after a few minutes, both attempting to change into your pajamas and go to bed. You ogle Levi as he takes his shirt off, watching from the side of the mirror. He catches you, walking closer to you. He still reeks of beer, still shaking on his feet. 

He leans over, pressing his forehead against yours as you hold onto his arms, grounding your fingers into his biceps. He’s still not wearing a shirt, his bare chest on display. You fight the urge to stare at him full on. 

“You’re smart, Y/N.” 

“You’re smart too, Levi.” 

“Did you pay attention during my talk?” 

“Y-yes. You code the information, like a puzzle, to figure out what people’s intentions are.” 

“Hm. You be me. I’ll give you the information and you figure it out, okay?” 

You nod, barely understanding what he was getting at as you lean into him. You can feel the buzz dying down, the tiredness setting into your bones. 

“I’m not a mind reader like you, Levi.” 

“You’ll get this one. You’re my smart girl.” 

He reaches down, securing his hands around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. Your hands and frame are pressed against his chest, his skin cold to the touch.

“You caught my eye on the first day, with your perfectly pressed hair and that stupid black skirt.” 

You can feel your breath catch in your throat, the sound not leaving your throat.

“You take the cubicle two feet down from mine and I can’t help but watch you - reorganize your desk, get up to get water, scribble things on the whiteboard.” 

You can feel his heartbeat get faster against your hear, his grip on your waist tightening. You’re suddenly too aware of what’s happening - Levi, PhD Levi, is shirtless, hugging you in a hotel room. The lights are dim, there’s only one bed, and he’s holding you. 

“I don’t work with other people at the lab, but when you ask, I do. I leave the lab way past the required time, willingly spending more time in a room with that idiot Nile in it just because you’re in it too.”

“Levi.” 

“I’m not done.”

“It drives me crazy, every time Nile talks to you, touches you, looks at you. I want to sock him in the face - because he’s not nearly good enough for you. Not that anyone could be, but for some idiot like that to think he stands a chance is next level infuriating.”

He releases his hands from your face, lifting his hands to cup your face. His touch his soft, his thumb caressing the burning skin on your cheeks as his eyes meet yours.

“I think about you all the time. When I wake up, when I go to sleep, when I eat my breakfast. When I’m not with you, I just want to be around you. And when I’m around you, I want to be with you.” 

He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips are pillowy soft, his breath tickling the edges of your forehead. 

“What does it mean? Figure out my intentions, smart girl.” 

You can feel your entire body burning, your head still spinning - from the alcohol, Levi’s touch, his words ringing in your ears. 

“You…like me.” 

“That’s a fact. Not an intention.” 

“You…want to kiss me?” 

He smiles, leaning forward to press his lips to yours. The kiss is warm, the taste of the beer still hanging on his lips. You can feel his hands moving, carding through your hair as you reach up to press your hand against his shoulders. He kisses you for a long time - your body burning at the entire sensation. He breaks apart, still smiling against your lips. 

“Smart girl.” 

“Do you…remember my research, Levi? From the first day?” 

“I’ve memorized every single thing you’ve ever said to me.” 

You can feel your cheeks flushing, Levi’s hands returning to squish the sides of your face. You grab one of his hands, opening up his fingers and placing it flat against your chest. You move his hand around, until you’re sure he can feel your heart - which is pounding in your chest. 

“Heart rate can give away a great deal. The biomarker can help you understand a lot of different emotions. Figure out which one I’m feeling, Levi.” 

He leans forward, pressing soft kisses all over your face as he starts asking. 

“Anxiety?” - a soft kiss, right on top of your head. 

“No.” 

“Stress?” - a light kiss, right on your closed eyelids. 

“No, Levi.” 

“Companionship.” - a sweet kiss, right on your lips. 

“Yes. But that’s not the one I was looking for.” 

You watch a smirk spread across his face as he leans down, spreading soft kisses all along your neck. He murmurs against your neck, a hint of teasing in his voice. 

“Sexual attraction?” 

“Levi. Quit being a tease.” 

“Shut up, brat.” 

“No. You missed one, Levi.” 

“What was it?” 

“Love. A heartbeat can give away a great deal - can even be used to indicate and understand romantic feelings.” 

He press his hand against your chest again, your heart still hammering. 

“It’s fast. What does that mean?” 

“That I love you.” 

You see a big smile spread across his face, reaching all the way up to his eyes. You see him now and you think it’s the best he’s ever looked - messy black hair, pink cheeks, squinted eyes. He reaches down, opening your fingers and placing them against his bare chest. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest. 

“Fast.” 

“Yeah. Means I love you too, smart girl.” 

- 

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