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worth the squeeze [s.h]

Two. Hey, Video Boy

↪︎ a Stranger Things/The Girl Next Door AU

Steve Harrington ✗ f!Reader

➺ w.c. 3.1k words ➺ tags/warning(s). no use of y/n, reader character uses she/her pronouns, sexual tension, reader is a vicious flirt ➺ a/n. I know it's been a while between updates, so thank you for your patience! Hopefully you're all still as excited about this fic as I am. A huge shout out to @batterycityghoul & @super-unpredictable98 for being my beta-readers and helping me pin down Steve's voice. I couldn’t do this without you guys. ➺ Dividers by @/cafekitsune.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💚

Steve tells his friends about his lucky encounter the night before, only for you to show up at the video store to visit him at work and invite yourself over for a movie night afterwards.

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“Dude, you never called me back last night!” Tommy exclaimed, leaning against the front counter as Steve checked in a stack of returned tapes, pausing between scanning each case to type something into the computer.  “Did anything happen after she caught you watching her?” he asked, wearing his usual shit-eating grin.

“Wait, what?  Who’re you talking about?” Robin asked from the terminal next to him, and Steve gave a start, realizing he’d forgotten to tell her about the girl next door, too distracted by the memory of the night before.

“Oh yeah, right,” he exclaimed, snapping his fingers.  “There’s this girl that just moved in next door—well, she’s staying there while her aunt’s away—but, I uh, I accidentally saw her changing through the window—”

“Steve!” Robin interrupted with a disgusted groan while Tommy barked a laugh.

“Yeah, accidentally,” he snickered, making Robin roll her eyes.

“Alright, so then what happened?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest, sensing there was more to the story.

Steve leaned back against the counter, pitching his voice a little lower in case any customers were within earshot.

“So then, she showed up at my front door, acting like nothing happened, even though I know she saw me, but I took a chance and invited her in.”

“Oh, shit!” Tommy exclaimed, bouncing excitedly on his toes, his impish grin growing.  “Did you bone her?  Please tell me you boned her!”

Steve’s grin grew strained and he cleared his throat.  “I mean, not exactly,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes darting away. “We went out to the pool and she told me it was only fair that I strip for her, since I got a show...”

“Oh my God,” Robin snorted, covering her smirk.  “I like this girl already.”

“So, she got you naked and nothing happened?” Tommy scoffed in disbelief, throwing his hands in the air as he pushed back from the counter.

“We went skinny dipping and we… almost kissed," Steve muttered.

“You didn’t even kiss her?  What the hell is wrong with you, man?” Tommy cried incredulously.  “Sounds like she was practically begging for it and you choked.  God, you’re such a pussy!” 

“I didn’t choke!” Steve exclaimed defensively, his brows knitting together.  “I just don’t want her to be just another notch in my bedpost,” he sighed.

“Well, I for one, am proud of your restraint,” Robin said, pointedly ignoring the obnoxious face Tommy made in response.  “For once you’re not acting like a complete dingus.”

“Thanks Robin,” Steve murmured, pushing his hair from his eyes.  “I promised her a real date, but I’m still trying to decide where to take her,” he mused, planting his hands on his hips.

Tommy snapped his fingers before pointing at Steve.  “Tina’s party tomorrow night!” he exclaimed.  “It’ll be perfect.”

Steve nodded slowly.

“That might be good actually,” he agreed, brightening at the idea.

“A party?” Robin scoffed.  “You really want your first official date to be some shitty house party?” she asked, earning herself a sneer from Tommy.

“What, you jealous cause you didn’t get invited, Buckley?” he taunted, his grin turning ugly.

“No, those parties are just lame excuses for people to get wasted and rub up on each other so they can forget for a moment just how depressing their sad little lives are,” she countered with a scoff.

“Oh yeah, she’s jealous,” Tommy laughed, smacking his palm on the counter before pointing at Steve again.  “I’ll see you there, buddy,” he said, bobbing his eyebrows before turning on his heel and heading for the door.  “Can’t wait to meet this new babe of yours!” 

As soon as Tommy was gone, Robin fixed Steve with an unimpressed stare.  “Remind me again why you’re still friends with him?”

Steve glanced at the door ruefully before back at Robin.  “We’ve been friends since elementary school,” he explained with a helpless shrug.

“Yeah well, he’s a dick.”

“You used to think that about me too, remember?” Steve reminded her, picking up the stack of tapes he’d just checked in and dropping them on a cart to re-shelve.

“Yeah, but you changed.  He hasn’t,” Robin snorted, pushing the cart down the first aisle.

“Do you really think inviting her to Tina’s party is a bad idea?” Steve asked, looking down at the case in his hand before handing it to Robin.  

“Cause I didn’t wanna come on too strong,” he said, gesturing with his hands as he searched for the right words to explain.  “I dunno, I’ve just done the whole dinner and a movie thing so many times and they always end the same…”

Robin nodded.  “I guess I see what you mean,” she agreed reluctantly.  “But do you think taking her to a party is gunna end any differently?” she asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him.

The door opened with a chime and Robin recited the official Family Video greeting without looking up, but Steve froze when he realized who had just walked in.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, louder than he’d meant to, and you grinned as he stepped around Robin.  “What’re you doing here?” he asked, wincing at how it sounded.  “I mean, not that you can’t be here or anything!  You just… surprised me,” he explained quickly, trying to lean nonchalantly against the shelf and missing, stumbling backward for a moment before righting himself, a disgruntled look on his face at his lack of coordination.

You had to bite your lip not to laugh, not wanting to bruise Steve’s ego further.  “I’ve been going around town, getting some job applications, and I thought I’d stop by to say ‘hi’, if that’s okay,” you said, offering Steve a smile and he was quick to nod.

“Yeah, of course it’s okay, you can stop by anytime!  I-it’s good to see you,” he exclaimed, wearing a dazed grin of his own that faltered when Robin cleared her throat next to him.

“Oh, uhm, this is my friend, Robin,” he said, gesturing to her before introducing you.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you chuckled, shaking Robin’s hand.

“Same,” she exclaimed, a wicked grin twisting her lips.  “You musta made quite the impression on Steve here, because he has not shut up about you,” he said, turning her cheshire smile on Steve and your brows rose at the colour that rushed to his face.

“Really?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him, finding his reaction adorably endearing.

Steve cleared his throat and shrugged, reaching back to rub sheepishly at his neck.  “I might’ve mentioned something about you.”

“Uh huh,” you replied skeptically, your lips curling, but you didn’t push it.  “So, are you doing anything later, video boy?” you asked, idly picking up one of the nearby VHS sleeves from the shelf to glance at before setting it back.  “I know technically we haven’t gone on an official date yet, but I was wondering if you’d like to watch a movie together at your place tonight?”

Steve swallowed, trying desperately to keep his thoughts pure, and struggling.

“Yeah, sure,” he answered, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.  “I’ll even let you pick out the movie.”

“Oh, you’ll let me?  How chivalrous of you,” you teased, ambling down the aisle with the new releases.

“Any genres to avoid?” you asked, your eyes flicking to Steve as he followed.

“Uh, not really,” he admitted.  “Though, I prefer comedies.”

You nodded, thinking for a moment, letting your gaze scan the shelves before plucking out a tape.  “How ‘bout Better Off Dead?  Or have you seen that already?” you asked, half figuring he’d already seen most of the films there.

“Actually, I haven’t, but it sounds good,” Steve replied, peering over your shoulder at the box in your hand.

“You mean you work at a video store and you’re not some hardcore cinephile?” you asked with a smirk and Steve shrugged a shoulder, running a hand through his hair, pushing it to the side.

“Nah, not really.”

“He’s hopeless!” Robin called from across the store, her cart of returns nearly empty.  “I was the only reason he got this job in the first place.  This dingus knows next to nothing about movies,” she laughed, making your smirk grow.

“Well, maybe I can educate you then,” you said, turning back to Steve, finding him closer than you realized and your breath hitched.

“I like the sound of that,” he replied, tilting his head in closer, his breath fanning across your cheek.

“Good, I’ll see you at seven then, and I’ll bring the popcorn,” you said, wetting your lips as you lifted your chin, lingering in his space for a moment longer before slipping around him to head to the counter, turning back to him with a playful grin.

“You gunna check me out, video boy?” you teased, and he had to take a moment to compose himself before following, flashing you a wry look.

“I’ll put it on my account, employee discount,” Steve said as you passed him the case and he scanned the barcode on the back.  “Just don’t forget to return it in two days.  I’d hate to get hit with a late fee,” he joked, his eyes flicking up to yours playfully.

“Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I’ll be in here frequently, for one reason or another,” you said, taking the tape and waving to Robin.  “See you later!” you called, returning your focus to Steve with a wink.  “And I’ll see you later.”

As soon as you turned to leave, Robin joined Steve behind the counter.

“I definitely like her,” she said, nudging him with her shoulder.  “You better not mess this up.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Steve breathed, finally tearing his gaze away from the door and letting his forehead fall to the counter.

It was only a few minutes past seven when you rang the Harringtons’ doorbell, finally having settled on an outfit after trying on and discarding several—wanting to be comfortable, but still look cute.  Steve opened the door with a grin, sparing a moment to look you up and down before stepping aside and ushering you in.

“I brought some Jiffy Pop,” you said, handing him the little aluminum pan and heading for the kitchen.   

“Perfect,” Steve replied, following you. “Can’t watch a movie without fresh popped popcorn,” he exclaimed, setting the pan on the burner and twisting the knob.

“Exactly,” you agreed, jumping up to sit on the counter nearby to wait for the burner to heat up, the little metal coil turning orange.

“So, where all did you get job applications for?” Steve asked, giving the foil pan a shake as several kernels popped inside.

“Oh geeze, all over,” you sighed, running through your list of stops.  “The movie theater, the drug store, a couple gas stations, the book store, oh, and that insurance place on the corner; they’re looking for a secretary.”

The popping grew louder and the foil packet began to grow, soon doubling in size, puffing up into a large dome, steam escaping from the little hole at the top.  Steve turned off the stove and pulled the popcorn off the burner, pouring it into a large tupperware bowl sitting on the counter.

“Wow, sounds like a bit of everything.”

“Yeah, right now I can’t exactly afford to be picky,” you murmured, stealing a piece of popcorn and popping it in your mouth.

“Yeah, I hear you,” Steve commiserated, handing you the bowl and opening the fridge to grab a couple cans of pop.  “That’s pretty much how I ended up at the video store.  Though I gotta say, it’s better than the last job I had slinging ice cream.”

“What was so bad about it?” you asked, following him out to the living room and plopping down on the sofa next to him. “Well, for one, the number of snot nosed brats I had to deal with on a daily basis,” he explained, holding up a finger, “and two, I had to wear this incredibly lame sailor outfit and I looked ridiculous,” he scoffed, adding a second finger before subconsciously running his hand through his hair.

“What?” you cried gleefully, trying to imagine what his little sailor uniform looked like.  “I’m sorry, but that sounds adorable!”

“No, you don’t understand, it was awful!  Did I mention there was a matching hat?” Steve exclaimed.  “It totally messed with my best feature and made me super un-datable.”

“I find that hard to believe,” you countered, knowing you still would’ve given him a chance if he’d been dressed like that when you’d first seen him, instead of his green Family Video vest.

“I’m telling you,” Steve insisted, shaking his head.  “Just ask Robin.  She had this dumb whiteboard with a tally of all the times I struck out,” he added and you couldn’t help but laugh, warmed by the grin that curved his lips despite the unpleasant memory.

Your laughter died down and Steve reached for the remote, starting the movie.

“So, was the ice cream gig your first job?” you asked, grabbing a handful of popcorn as he cracked open his Coke for a sip.

“Mm, yeah,” he answered, swallowing and setting the can down.  “Dad wanted to teach me a lesson,” he murmured, heaving a breath as his gaze lowered.  “I used to be… kind of an asshole,” he admitted.

“Used to be?” you joked, smirking as Steve’s head snapped up and his mouth fell open.

“Hey!” he yelped, though the corners of his mouth twitched and you stuck your tongue out at him playfully.

“Just for that, no more popcorn for you!” he teased, yanking the bowl away from you and you let out a gasp, leaning across him to reach for it, your fingers straining.

“I take it back!” you laughed, your face warming when you realized you were practically draped across Steve’s lap, and by the pink flush that crept across his cheeks, you guessed he was quite aware of it as well, though he made no move to relent and if you stretched any farther, you’d tumble off the side of the couch.

“I dunno, I don’t think you’re all that sorry,” Steve mused, narrowing his eyes at you.

Biting back a smile, you pulled back, flashing him the most innocent face you could make.  “I’ll be nice the rest of the night, promise,” you insisted, tracing an X over your heart and Steve cracked, rolling his eyes.

“Alright, but you’re on thin ice,” he warned with a grin, handing you back the bowl of popcorn.

On the tv screen, the previews had just ended and the opening credits began, punctuated by a scream as a little animated woman was kidnapped by a monster.

Settling in to watch the movie, you felt Steve shift next to you as if he wanted to move closer, but was gauging your reaction, not wanting to overstep.  When you didn’t pull away, Steve’s eyes darted to you and he chewed his lip.  Clearing his throat softly, he stretched, nonchalantly lowering his arm behind your head to rest against the back of the couch.

Smiling to yourself, you tucked your legs up under you and leaned into his side.  Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the pleased smile that crossed his face and you reached for some more popcorn, resting your head against his shoulder.

“So, uhm, there’s this party tomorrow night, and I was thinking we could go together,” Steve ventured casually, glancing over at you, his grin turning uncertain.  “I mean, if you wanted.  I know it’s not exactly a typical first date, but I thought, y’know, it might be fun, and I could introduce you to some people, since you don’t know anyone else in town–”

“Steve,” you said, interrupting his nervous ramble, amusement tinging your voice.

“Yeah?” he asked, cutting off, a hopeful look flickering across his face.

“I’d like that.”

Steve let out a long breath, relaxing muscles he hadn’t noticed he’d tensed.

“You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re all flustered,” you teased and he frowned, his brows furrowing slightly.

“I wasn’t flustered,” he argued.

“Uh huh,” you hummed skeptically, studying his face, mapping every mole and committing their positions to memory before finding his eyes.

“I thought you said you were gunna be nice,” he murmured, wetting his lips as he leaned in.

“I did, didn’t I?” you breathed, your eyelids fluttering as you leaned in as well, your breath catching in anticipation, the movie playing on forgotten in the background.  

However, when the front door opened with a bang, followed by a pair of loud voices, your heart leapt into your throat with a jolt and your eyes snapped open to see Steve jerk back, his head whipping around.

“Mom!  Dad!  You’re back–” he yelped, half rising from the couch and his parents finally seemed to notice the pair of you, straightening hastily, embarrassed they’d been caught mid-argument in front of a stranger.

“I didn’t expect you to be back so soon,” he exclaimed, pausing the movie.

“There was a change of plans,” Mrs. Harrington said, a subtle terseness to her voice that you couldn’t help but notice, remembering what Steve had said about his parents’ precarious relationship.  “We didn’t mean to interrupt, we weren’t aware you’d have company,” she added, eyeing you curiously and you got to your feet, rounding the couch to introduce yourself. “It’s nice to meet you both,” you said, shaking their hands once you’d given your name.  “I’m staying with my aunt next door for a while, and Steve’s been sweet enough to show me around,” you explained, flashing him a smile.

Mr. Harrington seemed distracted, as if he had something else on his mind and couldn’t wait for the conversation to be over, while Mrs. Harrington nodded a little vapidly.

“It’s nice to meet you too, dear.  Please, don’t let us interrupt,” she said, nodding to the television and your paused movie.  “Bill, I need a drink,” she said, ambling out of the room and Mr. Harrington let out an audibly annoyed sigh, grumbling under his breath before picking up his suitcase and following her. Steve groaned softly, a grimace marring his expression.  “I’m sorry about them… they weren’t supposed to be back yet,” he murmured ruefully.

“It’s okay,” you replied, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, wanting to steer his mind away from his parents.  “Let’s watch the rest of the movie, shall we?” you suggested, pulling him back to the couch, and getting comfortable again.

“Yeah, okay," Steve replied, letting himself be led.  As he started up the tape again, he couldn’t help but grin, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.  “Thanks,” he whispered, his eyes meeting yours, a meaningful look passing between you.

“Any time.”

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Dead Sexy 🧡 👻 UPDATED!

An Umbrella Academy AU feat. Pathologist!Dave + MorgueRegular!Klaus

A/N: The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I was merely sleeping. Actually, I have been busy throwing up. Long story. Enjoy this extremely belated chapter! Leave me a comment to show me you love me.

CW: Angst-akimbo

Summary: Dave is a pathologist working at the city morgue. And Klaus… well, Klaus just keeps turning up.

Snippet from Chapter 5:

No sooner has Adrian Dellow’s elongated shadow passed beyond the transom window of the basement morgue than the sound of faint metallic banging becomes audible.

Dave pauses a moment longer to be absolutely sure the auditor is well out of eye and earshot before he turns to the wall of chiller cabinets. The banging is becoming more frantic, louder now too, accompanied by muffled shouting.

Dave flings open the door to the chiller from which the sound is emanating and rolls out the rack. The body bag is moving, the impression of fists and fingers visible, flailing in the rubber.

“Stop struggling,” says Dave as he slides the zip down.

Klaus emerges from the bag with a gasp, gulping at the air like a fish which has accidentally flopped onto the deck of a boat. “What took you so long? I could have died in there!”

“Well, would that really be a first for you?”

Klaus clutches his chest, in full Drama Queen mode now. “I had a nightmare that I was trapped inside a giant condom. You have no idea how terrifying that was. It was very realistic!”

“Would you keep your voice down?” hisses Dave. “You are going to wake up the other corpses.”

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Fu the Family Friend

A/N: happy new year everyone! I started this september/october (i forgor) and found the motivation to finish it up. my lord i cant wait for the archivist model to drop.....

I want to preface this by saying I'm writing this fictional piece of work based off of a fictional character/liver. This does not reflect any sort of reality, nor does this reflect what Fulgur is like irl, etc. etc.

(I'm writing Fuu-chan as Archivist and not Legatus purely for How I Imagine Him purposes. And yes i know this outfit is legatus but just imagine archivist being his large sexy self in a pink shirt and leather pants with his hair pulled back mmk.)

CW: beeg tall man, nerdy talk, oral sex (fem! receiving)

Tag List: @super-unpredictable98, @jozstankovich, @rubberbutt69

Ding Dong

"Welcome Mr. Ovid! It's so good to see you!" you heard from the couch, turning your attention to the front door. Your parents had informed you that there would be a guest coming in to stay in the Air BNB they own for a few weeks, but you had limited reaction to it. The most they'll be is a mild inconvenience for when I need a place to decompress.

"It's good to have a change of scenery. And plus, the more I can learn about different cities, the better I'll be at my job." he spoke smoothly, with a little chuckle at the end of his sentence.

My lord, what a voice he has. You whisper to yourself, standing up to get a closer look.

Peeking from behind the wall, you observe the new person. He's.....oh no he's handsome. He has a tall build, with a dangerously soft looking tummy and long silver hair that's pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head. He has a kind looking face, with stubble matching his hair color. There seems to be a red and black collar around his neck (Oh yeah, they did mention he's a cyborg.) and hands to match.

"Oh, hey there. Didn't notice you at first." he looked up at you (holy fuck, he has pretty eyes too), and went to shake your hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ovid." you stuttered, his hand warmer than you thought it would be.

"Oh, please call me Fulgur, Mr. Ovid makes me feel old." one of his hands went behind his head to awkwardly scratch his neck, and he looks away.

You nod in agreement and stand to the side as he continues talking to your parents. The way he spoke about his job ("It helps me stay in touch with what I lost, y'know. That way I can look back at everything in the future and not feel this pit of guilt from not knowing or remembering."), how he talked about his dog back home ("Oh, he's a very big boy. But very gentle. Trained and everything." as he shows them pictures of a very large, and very happy looking Caucasian shepherd.), honestly just listening to him talk was enough for you.

"Oh honey, would you show Mr. Ovid his room, we've gotta go handle dinner." your parents shout from the front door, closing it right as you respond.

"Uhh, you can follow me. Your room isn't up 10 flights of stairs or across an ominous bog. It's right to the left." you instruct, pointing in the general upstairs direction.

"So....the right or the left."

"Right to the......okay gotcha. It's to the left." you mutter before mentally facepalming as he walks into the room and sets his bags down. Now that's certainly a way to make a fuckin' impression. Being horrifically unclear. "I'll leave you to get settled, just let me know if you need anything."

You walk back to the couch, sitting in front of the television. Whatever was playing took your focus for all of half a second before drifting to....him. It's been a hot minute since someone actually caught your attention. Even if he is a little...older. It's just by a few years. And for all you know, he could be happily married....or not even-

CRASH

"Uh, you good in there?' you ask, standing in the doorframe to his room.

"Yeah, I was just trying to get the window open and some stuff fell." he chuckled awkwardly and backed away from the wall. Surrounding him were a few books from the shelf above the windowsill, and the window sat half open. Easy fix, you say to yourself before walking over and taking a firm hold on the handle for the latch.

"It's ok. I've accidentally been a little too rough with it before, you just gotta lift it up and pull at the same time. It's all about being gentle." the window slots into place and locks.

Fulgur giggles from behind you, shoulders lightly shaking at the accidental innuendo. Ah, so that's his sense of humor. "I'll have you know that joke was purely incidental. It just slips out sometimes."

"Oh does it?" he replies, breaking out into fuller laughter, wheezing in a kettle like fashion. That deeply entertains you, as how could a man built like that let out such a charming noise as a laugh.

"You like how I laugh?" he stutters out, finally catching his breath. Shit, I said that out loud.

"It's cute. Almost the opposite of what I expected from someone so built." you say, bulking your shoulders up to imitate his form.

"How am I built?" an unreadable glint shines in his eye.

"Like a beefcake. A big British beefcake."

He hums and gets the residual laughs out before putting the books back on the shelf. You sit on the ottoman in the corner of the room and listen to him talk while he gets his travel bags unpacked. He really is an interesting person. From his friends back home (apparently demons, dragons, and aliens do actually exist) to how he talks about his job. Apparently keeping the world's history and books preserved is a much more hard job than you imagined.

"It's difficult, but a very rewarding job. Makes me feel like I'm doing good to help things exist for longer. Let everyone after me observe things just as they were." a small smile appears on his face and you feel a sense of relaxation wash over you. Hmm...he's nice.

"We're back! And brought pizza!" your parents yell from the front door.

Both of your stomachs rumble at the sound of that, and you both head downstairs. The setup is simple. Three pizzas, cheese, pepperoni, and-

"Oh, Hawaiian! I actually enjoy pineapple on pizza." he mutters, gleefully getting a paper plate and starting on his meal.

Dinner flows smoothly up to a point, up until Fulgur takes his jacket off. He revealed his arms, and he put a fist on his chin, listening to your parents talk about their upcoming trip out of town. All you could focus on was his stubble. The line of his neck and his hands... You start wondering what they'd feel like. Holding them in your own. Wrapped around your waist. Maybe even groping you from behind. Lost in your own thoughts, you find that he's been looking at you.

Ah shit. You cough and shake your head of the images of him over you, standing up.

"Let me get your trash." you offer, looking down instead of at him. If you had, you would've noticed a faint dusting of pink across his cheeks, going to his neck and ears when you bend over to get another trash bag. After washing your hands and sitting back down, you two sit in silence for a few more moments, and he almost says something, but is cut off by your parents announcing their departure.

"See you later. You sure you're not coming with us back to the house? Your room and bed are there, y'know?" they humor you, waiting for you at the door.

"I'm good. Just gonna make sure our guest is totally settled in." you reply nonchalantly, almost surprising yourself. Fu-chan turns towards you, a confused look on his face, but you don't notice...again.

You finally settle in front of the TV, Fu-chan joining you on the couch. Silence surrounds the two of you, and a good chunk of time passes before it cuts to a commercial. You stretch from your spot, neglecting your nightly "turn on the porch light" duties, as your parents handled that when they left. Your mind drifts to Fu-chan again. And everything you'd want this archivist to do to you. Your thighs cross and you zone out, shaking your leg. You only come to when Fulgur taps your shoulder, asking you a question.

"You good there? You look like you're distracted. And your leg's shaking...and they're crossed. And you've got your hand between your thighs," he crosses his arms, a smirk settling on his face. He sighs before continuing. "are you thinkin' of me? Because between how you look now and the stretching and you wanting to stay with me to "make sure I get settled in". I can't help but let my mind wander to what you want to get up to."

"And what if I am? Am I not allowed to think about your hands? Or what you look like tied up? How your stubble feels on my neck?" you look directly in his eyes and something in them flickers.

"Oh? So you have been thinking about me." he moves to get on top of you, slotting a leg between your thighs. You shiver at the contact.

"Just kiss me." you internally cheer and scream that it actually worked, and that you're about to have a lot of explaining to do as to why you stayed for the night, as well as the morning at the guest house.

With that, he surges forward and catches your lips with his own. One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, and you melt into the contact. He moans into the kiss and deepens it, letting you onto his lap. The hand that isn't on your neck is holding you still, fingers spread across your ribs. You break away from him and bite the spot where his neck and shoulder meet.

Fu-chan groans at that and does the same with your neck, hair tickling your skin. You grind against his thigh, the sensation of his cynets pressing against you seep into your brain. He sucks a bruise onto your neck and rubs his thumb over it, putting pressure on the spot. You suck in a breath of air, pushing him off you.

"Let's take this upstairs. I don't want my parents complaining about stains on the couch." and with that, you both get up, stumbling a little. The two of you practically run to his room, shedding clothes as soon as he closes the door.

You push him onto the bed and straddle him, dragging your hands along his toned chest and abs. God, his tits. You grope them, gasping at how soft they actually are, despite their appearance. You also pinch one of his nipples, delighting in the way he gasps at the feeling. You continue until he's red in the face, almost embarrassed at how close he was just from one half of his (enormous) chest being fondled.

"Mmm. Let me touch you. Don't wanna finish like this." he whines, gently flipping the two of you.

He takes a wide berth at your body from his position, hands squeezing and caressing along the way. What his fingers skip, his lips follow with kisses, trailing from between your breasts to right where you've been wanting him since he moaned over that damn pineapple pizza. With each descending kiss, your breath quickened, almost to a gasp. It didn't help that he was keeping direct eye contact with you, staring half lidded and full of lust. He gently flips the two of you,

He lightly nips at your thighs, rubbing his stubbly cheeks against the sensitive skin. His arms make their way around your thighs, fingers gently digging into the plush flesh.

"You're so beautiful like this. Gasping. Waiting for me to touch you. Makes me want to take my time just to see you fully come apart." he hums at the end, and settles in between your thighs. He takes a deep breath and groans afterwards, hips canting into the sheets.

Fulgur places a wet, open mouthed kiss to your clothed mound, followed by a much more pointed one, dead on your clit. Your hips involuntarily thrusted up, and his face remained in the same spot, letting you grind against him. He untangled his right arm from your thigh, and began making an outline of your lips with his fingers, teasing around where you wanted them. He gently pushed a knuckle in through your panties and you groaned, desperate for him to take them off. He continued for a few more moments before acquiescing, taking tender care not to yank them off your feet.

"Hmmm, what do we have here?" he whispers, breath tickling your mound. Fulgur gently spread you open with his fingers, smiling in an almost pervish manner when you clenched at nothing. He stuck his tongue out, giving your cunt a wide lick, ending at your clit. He repeated the action before sucking on it, tongue caressing the underside. Your head flops to the side, overcome with the feeling of finally, finally, someone getting it right.

Fulgur seemed to get more enthusiastic about your pleasure, his hips and damn that ass thrusting against the sheets. He was drunk off the feeling of you surrounding him. His eyes were closed and his glasses were foggy and askew. He moaned into you when you thrusted upwards, and when his mouth wasn't busy pleasuring you, it was spitting out praises that left you speechless. "You taste so fucking good." " I bet it feels good, huh." "Let me know how I'm making you feel." "I can't wait til I'm buried in you." Each one more encouraging than the last.

You were almost delirious by the time you noticed he added a second finger, tongue paying special attention to your clit. His fingers were slow at first, scissoring you open, but crooked and sped up to match your hips. You could barely think straight, barely registering the sounds coming from your own mouth. There was a moment where he hit a spot behind your pelvis, while simultaneously sucking on your clit and you yanked his hair, back arched.

"Right there, Fu-chan! Please!" you begged, eyes half open. He doubled down on his efforts, finding the right rhythm between your hips grinding against him and his fingers. You began letting out tiny "ah, ah, ah" noises, and you felt almost ill at the onset of this feeling.

"Don't worry baby, I got you. Just let go." he whispered, before closing his lips around your clit completely, his silver hair spread across your belly. Your body seizes up and you feel an overwhelming burst of pleasure curl in your stomach before it crests, leaving you limp. Fu-chan continues, albeit a bit slower, both his hands and his hips coming to a complete stop once you'd caught your breath.

"You alright there?" you ask, gently carding your fingers through his hair.

"Peachy." he says, moving his head so you can see his flushed face. His glasses remained off balance and his hair stuck to his forehead. The parts of his neck you can see are pink and dotted with the bite you gave him earlier.

After a few minutes of relaxing, he slowly gets up, legs shaky, and grabs the washcloth from the guest bathroom. He cleans your thighs, then your stomach, and you nod off for a moment when he walks back. You both get under the covers, the slight chill from the open window making goosebumps on your skin.

"One more question." he whispers, hands wrapped around your middle, thumb rubbing shapes into your skin.

"Yeah?"

"How do you like your eggs?"

Oh, he better stay here for the next 6 months.

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[super-unpredictable98]

https://www.tumblr.com/super-unpredictable98/759278140826796032/at-least-hes-happy-and-your-opinion-wont-change

People trying to defend him are so funny. Fuck him and Doja. They can go be nazis together

Yup... pretty much. Disappointing because I thought he was a good and intelligent person, but oh well 🤷‍♀️

[seanfalco]

Ten Facts: Win x Nathan

Rules: Post ten facts about your OC and their significant other. Lovely gif by @salvador-daley 🩵 Thank you Salvy, you're the best!

When they first met, Win thought Nathan was an obnoxious prick, but he made her laugh, and she hated that she found him attractive. It wasn't until he started flirting with Ruth that she realized, to her chagrin, that she was actually jealous and reluctantly admitted to herself that she liked him.

Win is constantly stealing Nathan's shirts and hoodies, but he doesn't care that much, he thinks she looks better in his clothes than he does, plus his shirts always smell like her perfume when he finally gets them back.

One of their favourite activities is getting high and watching nature documentaries together, then going to ASDA to get junk food at 3 in the morning.

Win's very competitive, and their trips to the arcade usually end up with her beating Nathan by a landslide. They never leave without at least giving the crane game a go, though they've only ever won once. Nathan managed to win Win a little stuffed crocodile.

Neither of them are great cooks by any means, but Nathan is marginally better, even if some of his cooking methods are a little unorthodox. Win will set fire to the kitchen if left unsupervised. They usually get takeout, but Nathan's go to meal is grilled cheese and tomato soup.

Before they were actually dating, Nathan lost count of how many times he accidentally slipped and nearly called her his girlfriend.

Nathan comes to every one of Win's band's shows--mostly because he's overwhelmingly proud of her, but also because he wants to make sure no one hits on her. He also secretly wishes she'd write a song for/about him.

Nathan always falls asleep spooning Win, but by the time they wake up, she's spooning him.

Nathan first proposed on a lark while they were on vacation in Vegas, using a sour apple ringpop instead of a real ring. Though Win was flattered, she told him she wasn't ready to get married yet, only because she was afraid he wasn't taking it seriously. The second time he asked her was more thought through and with a real ring, and that time she said yes.

Win considers when Nathan stood up for her to her family the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for her, not to mention the moment she knew for certain that she was in love with him.

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@super-unpredictable98

Scooping him

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promise me (oc x canon week 2025)

Steve Harrington ✗ Win Lewis

cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 for @theocxcanonweek 💚

➸ w.c. 1.5k ➸ prompt. "promise me." ➸ warnings/tags. mild violence, blood, dressing wounds

The tiny rowboat swayed precariously with each movement of its passengers, nearly too many to fit safely, and Win instinctively grasped Steve’s hand each time the boat rocked as they made their way out to the middle of the lake. “This is nuts,” she muttered under her breath, fighting to keep the fear from her voice.

“If there's a gate out here… that’s our way in.  I need to go down there and check it out,” Steve murmured as the boat came to a stop and he glanced over the side at the dark water.  "You all stay here, I’ll be right back,” he said, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and dropping it to the bottom of the boat.  “Don’t follow me,” he added sternly, turning to Win.

"Whoa whoa, wait, no!  I'm not just gunna let you go down there alone!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in alarm.

"Win, it'll be fine,” he insisted.  “I can't have you going down there and getting yourself hurt.  You can't, okay?  Look at me" –Steve took her hands in his– "Promise me you'll stay on the boat."

"Steve..." Win breathed, her chest growing tight.  "What if something happens to you down there?  You can’t expect me to just sit here, do you?" she hissed.

"You have to.  I'll be right back, I promise, but you have to promise you'll wait for me here," Steve insisted, pressing his forehead to hers.

Win bit the inside of her cheek before finally nodding.  "Okay, I promise," she muttered reluctantly, though she had no intention of actually staying in the boat.

Steve let out a relieved breath before kissing her tenderly, holding her face between his large hands.  “I’ll be right back,” he repeated, giving her a hopeful smile before diving into the water. 

Steve was a strong swimmer and it didn’t take him long to reach the bottom, spotting a flickery red light emanating from a large crack in the lake floor.  He was about to head back to the surface to let the others know what he’d found when he felt something wrap around his ankle, pulling him down through the portal despite his struggle to come up.

Win leaned forward, holding her breath as she stared at the water where Steve had disappeared, her fingers gripping the edge of the boat tight enough to whiten her knuckles as she waited for him to resurface. 

"He should've been back by now–" she breathed, sharing a nervous look with Robin, her throat constricting with fear.

A large bubble broke the water's dark surface and Win made up her mind.  "I'm going in," she exclaimed, not waiting for anyone to point out her promise to Steve.  Diving into the lake after him, she focused on the eerie light filtering up from the bottom and swam toward it, only faintly registering that the others had jumped in after her.

Steve was already on the other side, pinned to the ground by several disgusting tentacles while a swarm of bat-like creatures with long tails attacked him.  When he saw the others approach, however, he screamed even louder. 

"WIN, ROBIN!  GO BACK!  GO BACK!" he shouted, struggling to break free, but the tentacle around his neck tightened, choking his cries.

Win swore under her breath, immediately running toward Steve and stomping on one of the bats that was tearing into his side until it let out a screech and collapsed.

The others grabbed the oars from the boat and began trying to keep more of the creatures from descending on Steve, but Win fell to her knees at his side, wrenching at the slimy tentacle at his neck, her pulse pounding loud in her ears.

“C’mon, c’mon–” she breathed, desperately looking around for something to use as a weapon.  Spotting a hunk of broken concrete nearby, she scrambled for it, grabbing it and bringing it down against the tentacle again and again until it finally loosened, freeing Steve’s throat, and he gasped, pulling the rest of them off his body. 

"You promised me!” he exclaimed, his voice hoarse.  "You promised you wouldn't come!" 

"As if you really expected me to stay put when you didn't come back!" Win countered, helping Steve to his feet and ducking as another small swarm of demobats swooped low.  "I couldn't just let you die!" she cried, gasping sharply as she was nearly yanked off her feet, the bat’s long tail wrapping around her neck while it sank its sharp teeth into her shoulder.

"Shit–!”  Steve growled, grabbing the bat by the tail.  When it refused to let go of Win, he leaned in and bit its head off, spitting out a mouthful of its dark blood.

“Oh hell yeah, Harrington!” Eddie exclaimed, dusting off his hands, impressed by the Ozzy-esque move.  “Should start calling you the Prince of Darkness,” he chuckled, but Steve wasn’t as amused.

“See, now you've been hurt too,” he huffed, checking Win’s wound.  “This was why I didn’t want you to come.”

“Yeah, but if we hadn’t, those things would’ve killed you,” Win hissed.

"Do you think they have rabies?" Robin whispered, interrupting their argument, beginning to spiral.  “One of my top five fears in the whole world is rabies!”

"Robin, I think we probably have worse things to worry about right now.  Let's find somewhere to hide, before more of them come," Steve grumbled, running a hand over his face.

Win swallowed, taking a deep breath.  Wrapping an arm around Steve, she urged him to lean against her as they hurried away, toward Skull Rock.  Every so often, she threw a worried glance at him out of the corner of her eye.  The sight of his mangled skin and the amount of blood he’d lost made her stomach turn. 

As soon as the large rock formation was in sight, Win led him under it, catching him as he nearly collapsed. 

"We need to dress your wound," she murmured, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Yeah... I think you're right.  But what about you?  Are you okay?" Steve asked, leaning against the rock as she ripped a strip of fabric from her shirt to use as a bandage.

"I'm fine.  I'm more worried about you," Win murmured, shaking her head as she knelt before him, preparing to wrap the makeshift bandage around his waist.  "This may hurt a little," she warned, her eyes flicking up to his, and Steve nodded in understanding.

“I’m ready,” he breathed and Win tied the fabric tight, wincing as Steve hissed in pain, gritting his teeth as he threw his head back. Threading his hands behind his head, he endured it until his wounds were covered and the bleeding was controlled.  

Taking a deep breath, he looked down at his waist, lowering his arms.  “Thanks,” he murmured, helping Win to her feet.  "Now we gotta find a way back, that lake portal is guarded by those things..."

Win nodded, but before she could follow him, she swayed on her feet, nearly losing her balance.  

"Whoa!" Steve gasped, catching her in his arms.  "What's wrong?  You sure you feel okay?" he asked, helping her to sit, still a little unsteady himself.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Win insisted, though she didn't look okay, her face had gone pale and the bite at her neck didn't look so good.

"Let's have a seat, just take a deep breath," Steve murmured, ripping another strip of fabric from her shirt to wrap around her shoulder.  "It'll stop bleeding, just give it a moment."

Win nodded, wincing at the sudden pressure on her wound.  "I'm sorry," she whispered, not quite meeting his eyes. "I didn't wanna lose you..."

"I know,” Steve replied, “but I didn't wanna lose you and now you're hurt... I can't let anything bad happen to the most important person in the world to me," he insisted, catching her chin to turn her face toward him.

“This is nothing compared to the pound of flesh they ripped from you,” Win protested, gently touching the angry mark around his neck.

"I'm a big guy, you're a tiny girl, it's not the same," Steve chuckled softly. "I'm gonna be fine, I'm worried about you."

“We’re both gunna be fine,” Win insisted, taking a shuddering breath.  “As long as we have each other’s backs,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"Right," Steve smiled, seeing the color slowly return to her face.  "I love you so much."

“I love you too, Steve,” Win replied, stroking his cheek. 

“Uh, this is touching and all, but can we get going?” Eddie exclaimed impatiently, flinching as another vermilion fork of lightning lit up the sickly sky.

"Will you shut up?" Steve groaned.  Not only was Eddie stealing his best friend, now he wanted to ruin the romantic moment?   

"We should probably find a way out, I don't like how many spores are flying around," Robin said nervously, glancing around.  "What if it's like some giant fungus that's gonna set in our lungs and kill us from the inside?" she exclaimed. "Fine, let's go..." Steve sighed, sharing an apologetic look with Win.

“Let’s go,” she agreed, taking his hand.  “Careful not to step on the tentacles.”

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[salvador-daley]

Sauna Klaus x Dave

Umbrella Academy smut 🍑🥵

Author’s Note: So, the other day, my husband told me about our town’s gay sauna and how there was a whole documentary about it. I didn’t ask him how he knew all this, but I did watch the documentary.

Anyway, then this happened.

All my other WIPs (Dead Sexy, Chained and High Altitude) are still ongoing and new chapters for each are coming soon - I just really needed to get this smut out of my system. (I’m sorry!)

Enjoy, filth fans! If you like it, leave me some comments and I will read them over and over while lying on my bed in the foetal position because they are my primary source of dopamine. 🧡🧡

Summary:

Dave goes to the sauna for the first time.

It goes… very well.

Snippet from Sauna:

He is beautiful - but not in the way a man is usually beautiful - in the way the Grand Canyon is beautiful. An awe-inspiring, breath-taking, all-encompassing beauty. His cheekbones and jawline are razor-sharp, his eyebrows thick and expressive, his eyelashes long, his goatee finely manicured, framing a wide, warm smile. He is so radiant, he’s almost painful to look at. Like the sun.

“Wow, you’re…”

“Invading your space, I know. I hope you don’t mind - I just have this damn tricky shoulder, I’m hoping the heat will help to loosen it up.” The man massages the top of his arm for emphasis.

Fuck, his arms are beautiful too.

Dave shakes his head “No, no, that’s fine.” He doesn’t really know what to do here, he’s been thrown off by that face, those eyes, those arms.

He panics and sticks out his hand. “I’m Dave, by the way.”

The man looks down at the proffered hand as if Dave just offered him a rubber chicken. Instantly, Dave realises his mistake; he has forgotten the primary purpose of places like these - anonymity.

A bemused smile crosses the man’s face, the kind one reserves for the quaint idiosyncrasies of a foreign tourist.

“A names guy, hey?”

It’s like Dave has suggested some new, weird kink and he’s deciding whether to go for it or not.

“Okay, then. I’m Klaus.” Klaus takes Dave’s hand and gives it a hearty shake. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

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[jozstankovich]

JOÃO GUILHERME in DA PONTE PRA LÁ 1.01 — ❝O Cachorro Azul❞

for @super-unpredictable98

[jozstankovich]

@super-unpredictable98

man is a legend

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by: @merrilark

how many works do you have on ao3? None. but i do a large percentage of my fic reading on ao3. my acc is ells_bells

what's your total ao3 word count? uhhh also none

what fandoms do you write for? uhh ive written for my hero academia, a good amount of robert sheehan's cinematography, corpse bride, heaven's design team, dream daddy, and uhhh nijisanji en but finna drop a fuu-chan fic soon

what are your top 5 fics by kudos? uhhhhhhhh idk

do you respond to comments? why or why not? yes, i respond to comments when i get them. they make me giggle and kick my feet and i gobble them up.

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? none of my fics have an angsty ending, besides the shitty two-shot i did of robert RPF where they never saw each other again after hooking up

what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i like the lucien one bc i was feenin for a relationship at the time and just needed it. but any of the nsfw fics where any character has any satisfaction is a good ending to me

do you get hate on any fics? no

do you write smut? if so, what kind? egregious, down bad, horrifically horny smut

do you write crossovers? whats the craziest one you've written? the only crossover i think i wrote was klaus x luba x reader (sensual soliloquies), and that one wasn't even crazy. thats 100% a possibility to happen

have you ever had a fic stolen? no, i have not. im happy i havent. bc the thought makes me go????

have you ever had a fic translated? no, not that i know of.

have you ever co-written a fic before? no.

what's your all-time favorite ship? i have So Many. just ask me and i will scream.

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? ummm the desire fic i started writing. when the sandman comes back, i may find the hyperfixation energy to finish it, but im not finishing it rn.

what are your writing strengths? um. idk. i know my writing is considered good....but idk why. mutuals pls inform me as to why. maybe my detailing?? idk

what are your writing weaknesses? dialogue description

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i think its neat. but sometimes im like "ok this could be better" (see some of the miguel o' hara fics written with fuckshit spanglish)

first fandom you wrote for? i think it either the flash or harry potter.

favorite fic you've written? the one im about to post.

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New funny food article 😊

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liberation (oc x canon week 2025)

Fabrício Azevedo ✗ Win Lewis

cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 for @theocxcanonweek 💚

☂︎ w.c. 1.3k ☂︎ prompt. "oooh, you're so in love with me." ☂︎ warnings/tags. mentions of hazing, fluff, flirting, slight jealousy, suggestive language ☂︎ a/n. I know Fabrício is a character that probably no one besides Flor and I are even familiar with, but I wanted to keep all my fics in one place, so I'm posting this here. And who knows, maybe someone will end up reading and falling for him too, because honestly, more people need to watch Back to 15 and join our little two person fandom lol 😩 ☂︎ divider credit. @/strangergraphics

"This so isn't fair," Win groaned as she picked up a bucket and scrub brush. "Remind me why we have to clean the fountain while you get to stand there and insult us with a megaphone?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow at Fabrício in his yellow rain slicker. "I thought hazing was frowned upon."

"Frowned upon? This is Brazil! You should be grateful this is your hazing, the people from USP had their heads shaved back in January," Fabrício laughed, bringing the megaphone back to his lips and pressing the button. "Now go on, work faster, freshman!"

Win scowled, though she was grateful at least all they had to do was a little cleaning. "Would you really shave my head?" she asked, throwing him a doubtful look as she began to scrub the fountain’s floor.

"Nah... do I really seem that cruel to you?” Fabrício asked.  “If we were at USP, I'd probably just toss paint at you and cut your bra straps," he said, winking at her while he leaned back in his folding chair, resting his hands behind his head.

Win let out a scoff and rolled her eyes skyward. "You're an ass, Fabrício," she huffed, kicking a spray of water at him.

"Epa! You're getting a little too feisty, freshman!" he exclaimed playfully into the megaphone. "I had to do the same thing when it was my turn."

"Yeah, yeah," Win grumbled, though she shot him a small smirk, pausing to grasp the hem of her hoodie and pull it over her head. Tossing it at him, she shook her hair out of her face.  "Don't wanna get it dirty," she said with a wink before picking up her brush again.

"Folgada..." Fabrício chuckled, shaking his head, but he took her hoodie, only because he knew the view of her in her wet tank top would be too good to ignore.

Win smiled to herself and continued scrubbing, really putting all her effort into it, if only to get finished faster. 

"Ugh, I don't have time for this," Anita muttered next to her, drawing Win’s attention and she looked over at her roommate.

"Right?" she scoffed in agreement. "It's so annoying."

"Oh, shut up, Anita, you sound like an old lady," Fabrício teased, getting to his feet and poking her in the side.  "You used to be more proactive back in high school."

Anita gave a jump and turned to shove his shoulder.  "You shut up, Fabrício!  I'm proactive!" she huffed as he laughed and Win bristled, watching the exchange. 

"Do you two want some privacy?" she asked, her voice turning a little snippy.  "I can go work on the other side of the fountain–"

"What do you mean?" Fabrício asked, his brows pinching slightly as he smirked.  "Stay, Winnie, we're just messing around."

“Gotta get some more water anyway,” Win said, her smile hollow.  Picking up her bucket, she stalked away, hating the sickly burst of jealousy that filled her, churning her stomach. 

“Wonder what’s gotten into her–” Anita mused, watching her go.

"I think I know..." Fabrício bit his lip softly and went after Win, rounding the fountain to get to her.  "Hey, something bothering you?” he asked, tilting his head to look down at her. 

“Nothing’s bothering me,” Win answered curtly, crouching to turn on the faucet to the hose.

Fabrício frowned.  “Y’know, if you're tired, you can take a break, I won't tell.”

“I’m fine, I don’t need a break,” she insisted, filling her bucket back up. “I just didn’t realize you and Anita were so close, that’s all…” she murmured nonchalantly, avoiding his gaze.  “Though maybe it should’ve clicked seeing her wear your hoodie the other day,” she mumbled.

“Ah…” Fabrício breathed, nodding to himself in understanding.  "That was nothing.  We're from the same one horse town, we've known each other since we were kids,” he explained.  “I used to date her sister, then we kissed once, but there’s nothing between us now…”   His expression brightened, his lips curving mischievously.  “I didn't realize you cared so much."

"I-I don't!" Win exclaimed, turning her face so he couldn't see her cheeks redden as she quickly straightened.

"Then why did you get all huffy all of a sudden?" Fabrício asked, embracing her from behind and resting his chin on the top of her head.

“You’re imagining things, Fabrício,” Win said, stiffening at his touch, her pulse quickening traitorously. “I should be used to it by now, you’re a shameless flirt.”

"And you love that about me," he purred, laughing softly in her ear before giving her an exaggerated kiss on the cheek.  "You think it's charming, just admit it."

“Not when you flirt with every girl on campus,” she huffed, eyeing him wryly, though she leaned back against him subtly.

"Aww someone's a little jealous.  It's cute," Fabrício teased, squeezing her tighter.  "You have nothing to worry about with Anita, that ship has sailed a long time ago."

Win softened slightly.  “I’m not jealous,” she insisted though, her lips twitching.

"That's adorable... oooh, you're so in love with me!"  Fabrício laughed, tickling her sides, not even minding the fountain anymore.

“Fabi!” Win squealed, laughing as she squirmed in his grasp. “You’re horrible!” she cried, gasping for breath and taking advantage of his momentary hesitation to turn in his arms and tickle him back.

"Hey! Hey! Not fair!" Fabrício yelped, falling to the grass and rolling away from her. "I'm the only one allowed to do that!  I'm your senior!"

“Aww, too bad,” Win laughed, crawling closer.  “I’m not just gunna take it,” she teased, grabbing the neck of his t-shirt as she leaned over him, pressing a kiss to his parted lips.

Caught off guard by the sudden kiss, Fabrício stiffened for a moment before kissing her back, feeling the minty coolness on her tongue and the warmth of her touch on his skin. "See?  I knew you were in love with me..." he breathed, his eyes flicking up to hers.

"God, you're so cocky," Win scoffed, his smirk making her heart skip a beat.  "And what if I am?" she asked, still gripping his shirt.

"Then I'd ask you out... take you to the least shitty restaurant around and then to the movies," Fabrício murmured, brushing her hair away from her face.

“Is that all?” Win asked, though a grin played at her lips.

"Well, that's just the start," he chuckled.  "Maybe I'd drive you somewhere quiet, get you all to myself in the back of the car..."

“Hey, cool it, Romeo!  Stop distracting the freshman!” Joel called before dumping a bucket of water over the two of them, leaving Win spluttering, her mouth falling open and eyes going wide in shock.

"Hey!  Thanks for ruining the moment!" Fabrício shouted after his friend, shaking the water from his hair.  "Don't worry, he's just jealous cause he can't get anyone!" he exclaimed loud enough for Joel to overhear as he hurried away, laughing.

Win sat up and pushed her sopping hair from her face, realizing how see-through her tank top had become and grimacing.  

At least she didn’t mind Fabrício looking, and look he did, wetting his lips as he stared unabashedly at her chest.  When he noticed several other guys also staring, however, he quickly shrugged off his yellow raincoat and covered Win with it. 

"Here, the VIP view is for my eyes only,” he huffed, causing Win to smile as she pulled the coat closer around her.  

“Who’s the jealous one now?” she teased, pleased with his reaction.

"Hey I can be jealous when everyone can see the goods, it's not fair," Fabrício pouted.

“I kinda like it when you’re jealous,” Win smirked, pressing a kiss to his cheek.  “How about we finish cleaning this damn fountain and then maybe you could keep telling me about this date you’re gunna take me on,” she said, winking at him.

"Yeah alright, I'll even help you with it," Fabrício said, standing and helping Win to her feet before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the folding chair with her hoodie. "Let's do this."

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Dead Sexy 💀😵🩵 Updated!

An Umbrella Academy AU feat. Pathologist!Dave + MorgueRegular!Klaus

A/N: Yo! This fic just hit 50 subscribers so I figured I should probably update it. 😬 Apologies for being the world’s slowest writer. I humbly offer this chapter as restitution for my tardiness. If you like it, please leave me a comment. If you don’t, well, just keep that shit to yourself. 😘

Summary: Dave is a pathologist working at the city morgue. And Klaus… well, Klaus just keeps turning up.

Snippet from Chapter 4:

It sometimes takes a little while to rouse him. A breakfast burrito waved under his nose (Dave has started buying an extra one during his Monday morning commute) normally does the trick.

But then eventually Klaus’ eyes will blink awake and he’ll be back on the mortal plane; yawning, stretching, scratching and subjecting Dave to more of his incorrigible flirting.

It’s strange, really, how quickly they’ve fallen into a kind of routine.

Klaus exhausts the supply of wearable items amid the sparse and ancient offerings of the lost and found box during his first few visits. Dave invests in a multipack of cheap white t-shirts and picks up a dozen pairs of sweatpants and some worn shoes from goodwill so that he can at least provide Klaus with something halfway decent to walk home in.

Not that Klaus always turns up naked; he doesn’t. Sometimes Dave will unzip the bag to find the guy still wearing the outfit in which he met his end: a leather gimp suit with straws poking through the nostril-holes (breathplay accident at an orgy), rainbow ice skates (pond not fully frozen), purple parachute pants (parachute not included).

The more Dave learns about Klaus, the more of a mystery he becomes. He doesn’t appear to have a permanent address, but then never seems to be strictly homeless either. Klaus apparently exists in a perpetual state of couch surfing and bed-hopping - without any shortage of couches to surf and beds to hop into.

Klaus’ sexual exploits are one of his favourite topics, the stories all delivered with a nonchalant hand wave but punctuated with a knowing glimmer of the eyes, as if told purely for Dave’s benefit.

Dave would never admit that he occasionally feels the prickly fangs of something green-eyed when Klaus is sat cross-legged on the autopsy table, delivering yet another tale of naked debauchery. But he does sometimes give Klaus the smaller burrito as a form of punishment.

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