old-drabble

¿De verdad te aman?

– ¿De verdad te quieren? ¿Quién podría asegurarte eso? –le miró expectante, su sonrisa se ensanchó al verla bajar la guardia para escucharlo.


– Ellos me quieren, de eso estoy segura, me lo dicen siempre…


– ¿Acaso no has escuchado de las mentiras? Todos mienten, lo hacen para protegerse de los que son diferentes. Ellos dicen quererte pero, ¿tan segura estás? ¿Acaso podrían quererte cuando te vean como eres en realidad? Por favor, sólo te tienen con ellos por lástima y juegan contigo para que no los lastimes… ven por su bienestar en lugar del tuyo, ¿no te has dado cuenta? Ellos jamás te amarían, ¿y sabes por qué? Porque eres parte de mí… todo lo que han hecho por ti no ha sido más que un acto de caridad –sonrió triunfante, había una poca cantidad de emociones negativas en ella, quería hacerlas florecer y hacerla como él, COMO SIEMPRE DEBIÓ SER.


Midnight le miró entre dudosa y temerosa, no quería escuchar más pero no podía moverse. Su familia… Lust siempre le cuidó como la hija que era para él, pero no le gustaba que hiciera uso de aquellos tentáculos de oscuridad, ¿tenía miedo de ella?


– N-no, te equivocas, ¡mis hermanos, mis padres… ellos me aman!


– ¿Y entonces por qué no están aquí ayudándote? –cuestionó haciéndola callar –¿Dónde están sabiendo los peligros a los que te podrías exponer estando sola? ¿Por qué sigues creyendo en falsas promesas y sonrisas vacías? ¡Date cuenta de una vez, nadie podría sentir nada por ti que no fuera odio o miedo! ¡¡Porque eres diferente!! ¡¡PORQUE ERES COMO YO!!


Verla temblar le hizo gracia, pero lo arruinó al levantar la voz. Debía seguir con su plan e intimidarla echaría a perder todo su esfuerzo.


Se acercó a paso firme sin que ella siquiera se moviera. Una vez cerca suyo, la pequeña le miró fijamente con algunas lágrimas amenazando por escapar de sus cuencas. Se reflejaba el miedo en su mirada, que simple era manipularla con sólo algunas palabras, se trataba de una niña, después de todo.


– Ya, no llores, después de todo; sí existe alguien que te aceptaría tal y como eres –cambió su expresión por una más compasiva, y se paseó por un lado suyo hasta estar detrás de la menor, finalmente acercándose a susurrar –, sólo tu padre podría quererte, ¿no?


Y ahora sí, luego de soportar toda aquella charla, gruesas lágrimas cayeron deslizándose por sus mejillas. Aún con la mirada perdida permitió que el mayor secase sus lágrimas, dejó que le diera consuelo. ¿Por qué? Si él fue quien causó que por primera vez demostrara emociones, peor aún, que le llenara de negatividad. No sabía, pero en algo Nightmare tenía razón: sólo él podría querer a un monstruo como ella.


– Ahora, lo único que tienes que hacer… es probarles que eres más que ellos, ¿simple, no? Porque ya lo eres, sólo déjalo en claro… Demise y yo estaremos orgullosos de ti –creyó que se negaría, pero verla asentir mientras apretaba sus puños lo hizo sonreír aún más –. Ésa es mi niña.

Swap knew he shouldn’t have trusted that flower. At first he just wanted to to get information on the resets and the nightmares he had been having. Although this one was so kind, he was keeping secrets but Swap convinced himself that it was because Flowey didn’t want to upset him.

He became good friends with Flowey, or so he thought. Swap’s nightmares should have warned him. But every time he saw this Flowey he couldn’t help but see his own innocent Flowey from Underswap.

What a mistake.

While Swap was at his most trusting Flowey made his move.

Swaps own confusion and panic used against him, had he been the smallest bit prepared for something like that to happen he might have gotten away. And Flowey knew that.

Flowey hooked his sharp vines around Swap’s bones, placing his main body in Swap’s right eye.

Every one of Swap’s own moments sent pain surging through his frame. He thrashed around uselessly trying to escape. Screaming and begging his former friend for an explanation or freedom.

Eventually he stopped trying, in to much pain to attempted anymore. It didn’t stop the pain but it kept the vines from digging deeper.

Thats when Flowey took control, tightening around certain bones to force moment. Swap was again bombarded with confusion and questions, to which no answer came.

Flower spent hours testing his new puppet, it took a long while for Swap to stop struggling against Flowey, and longer for him to understand what each bit of tightening on certain bones meant for him to do.

Eventually Flowey was able to move around freely without any restraint. Swap moved to Flowey’s will only the slightest effort of Flowey’s side. The quicker he complied to the twist of the vines, the less pain he would be in.

Swap had always thought that death would be quick, one minute you are standing there and the next you are dust. Especially for someone with such low HP. But this was much worse. So so much worse.

He had cried all he could and said every word he knew but nothing helped. Nothing left to do but give up.

He felt empty and betrayed. Emotionless, but not in the sweet release kinda of emotionless that he experienced when he tore the emotions from his soul, but something else. Something that held a sense of familiarity. Something that reminded him of his past and of who he hated the most. Guess he didn’t deserve a quick end.

HP: 5/5

  • Levi: So, you have a girlfriend?
  • Erwin: No, I don't
  • Levi: A boyfriend then? Which is fine by the way
  • Erwin: I know it's fine, but no, I don't have a boyfriend either
  • Levi: I see..
  • Hanji: *suddenly appears* Erwiiin! Let's have lunch together
  • Erwin: *smiles* Of course, would you mind if you go to the canteen first? I'll join you later
  • Hanji: Okay!
  • Erwin: Oh by the way, this is Levi, the guy I told you about the other day
  • Levi: *nods*
  • Hanji: Nice to meet you! I'm Smi.. Hanji.
  • Levi: You're Smihanji?
  • Hanji: *laughs nervously* Hanji. My name is Hanji..
  • Levi: Hmm..
  • Hanji: Alright, I excuse myself then. Don't make me wait too long, Erwin
  • Erwin: *nods*
  • Levi: ...
  • Levi: Smith huh? I thought you said you don't have a girlfriend
  • Erwin: Well, I don't, right?
  • Levi: ...
  • Erwin: I do have a wife though *smiles proudly*
  • --BONUS--
  • Levi: Is the fact that you're married supposed to be a secret? Because she is not doing a very good job at hiding it
  • Erwin: I know *chuckles* adorable huh?
  • Levi: ...
  • Levi: Eugh
Masterlist

Old Drabbles

New Drabbles

* = smut

HAMILTON

Alexander Hamilton

Smart Mouth

Marquis de Lafayette

Lap Dance

Sickness

The Sleepy Scholar

Bloody and Bruised | Something New 

Hercules Mulligan

Tailor In Love

Aaron Burr

Moments Unforgettable


HAMILCAST (and co.)

Okieriete Onaodowan

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Like A Bitch In Heat*

Anthony Ramos

Rockefeller

It Was Best That He Didn’t

I Bet I Could*

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Opera*

Empress*

Risk and Reward

Daveed Diggs

Inked | Not Your Usual Tattoo*

Taking Off, Spark It Up*

Toothbrush

Let Me Go | I’ll See You Again | If It’s Meant To Be

Living With The Bay Boys

Onesie Party*

I Choose You

Rafael Casal

Taking Off, Spark It Up*

Jealous

Living With The Bay Boys

Onesie Party*

Originally posted by rainycitynights

(20) As we huddle together, the storm raging outside.

Part of the: The way you said “I love you.”


“Song Minho!”

She screeched through the downpour when Minho waddled away for dear life as thunder rolled for the second time. He’d taken their only umbrella along with him, not even using it to shield himself, probably too immersed in his fear of storms.

He turned around, face contorting in panic as his mouth formed a wide ‘o’, “Shit sorry!”

Minho sprinted back her way through the thickening rain, puddles splattering his faded jeans but he didn’t seem to care, “I forgot you were with me!”

“Unbelievable.” She muttered under her breath, clinging onto the sleeves of his jacket by the elbow as he ushered the umbrella above her.

The frantic slapping of droplets on the roof of the umbrella seemed to mute everything else and when threads of lightning blitz the darkened sky to white, Minho bellowed out a high pitch yelp, “AH! Hurry!”

The two of them ducked for cover under the entrance of a nearby store, Minho gasped for air as he glued his back onto the wall, still clutching the umbrella like his life depended on it.

“Nice to know you’d leave me out to die in an apocalypse.”

“Jeez, don’t be so dramatic.” He turned his face to gape at her, his drenched hair now plastered to his forehead.

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow at the irony, surely she wasn’t the one flailing through the rain like a madman.  

Minho pretended he didn’t hear her accusation, scurrying to take off his jacket and drapes it over her shoulder, “Here.”

“Minhono, it’s fine.” She wriggled free, backing away only to have him secure it properly around her, tugging the collar to her chin.

“Take it, you’ve gone blue.” He quickly rubbed his palms against each other, sending a shiver through her skin when his much warmer hands cupped her cheeks.

A quite thank you leaves her, scuttling next to him and out of habit he pulled her closer in his arms.

“How long do you think we’ll be out here?”

“Before our toes fall off, hopefully.” Minho rested his cheek against her head, feeling her shake out a laugh at his response.

“Always so positive I see.” She poked his side, and he’s quick enough to grab it, weaving his fingers around hers as they stood staring at windshield wipers of idled cars tick-tocking at the stop light.

“Before it’s too late, I just want you to know something.”

“What?” She asked absently, lost in the sight of rain and scattered autumn leaves in small pools of muddy water.

“I love you, okay?”

“Oh my god, stop it, we’re not going to die.” She snapped up to look at him, a frown playing on her face as she gave him a soft nudge.

“Would it kill you to say it back?” It was almost a whine, letting his head drop back a little and she stifled a giddy smile.

“Well according to you, the lightning might beat me to it.”

Minho sighed deeply, tone all sorts of serious, “I wasn’t going to tell you this, but your horoscope warned you to stay indoors.”

She wasn’t one to check her own horoscope and the thought that he actually does made her head spin, in a good way.

“Is this why you let me sleep in this morning?!”

“What? No…” He chuckled nervously, avoiding her bright eyes, “You looked so cute curled up and all, I just couldn’t.”


Beauty and the Beast Drabble —Post-curse

Sometimes, it was easy to pretend it did not bother him anymore.

He finally got his life back and the responsibility that went with it made it so easy to forget. Even if he was a prince by blood, he was not reigning on the French kingdom, as he was only a cousin of the actual King Louis XV.

Nevertheless, he had to supervise the whole province of Provence and it was not an easy task for the former Beast. Sure, he was physically and morally transfigured since he recovered from his “mysterious disease” but still, he struggled with the customs, his boredom and his ever-present temper.

But as soon as he felt Belle nearby, as he saw her, as he touched her… he remembered. He remembered why he had to try ruling equitably. 

He had to show he could be worthy of her.

Just Like Old Times

Because Peter Hale fucking LIVED, damnit!

“That went well,” Peter smirked over at  Melissa and Noah who were stretched out on a pair of fluffy pillows on the floor. He gazed at Chris from the top of his wine glass.

Chris smirked, “Not everything went according to your grand plan.”

“Well okay, that’s true. Malia and Scott was just icing on the cake.” Peter poured Melissa a glass of expensive wine. She deserved the very best, after all.

Melissa took her glass gratefully. “Thank you, dear.”

“I’ll take a refill.” Noah reached out his own and got topped off. His head was in Melissa’s lap.

Peter sat back down again and put his feet up on Chris’ lap because fair’s fair.

Chris just eyed him. He then shoved Peter’s feet off of his lap and rolled his eyes when the wolf pretended to look hurt.

“Don’t you think we should tell them?” Melissa wondered for the millionth time. She didn’t like keeping the kids in the dark.

Three against one though. A loud chorus of various alterations of the word no filled the room from three grown men who were awfully tired of teenagers.

“They never once asked whether or not we all knew each other in school, so they can figure it out on their own. This is like old times.” Noah declared. “Except we didn’t know you were a werewolf.” He punched Peter’s arm. “That’s for tackling me that one time Senior Year and nearly breaking my rib.”

“Ow, hey!” Peter pretended to look hurt.  “Seriously, no. We’re not telling them a damn thing. They can look up yearbooks the same as everyone else.”

“Shh, the games on.” Noah complained. “No more Adulting today.”

Eventually Chris finally let Peter put his feet on the hunter’s lap.

Until Bobby clattered into Peter’s living room. Late as usual and flopped on the couch between them. “What did I miss?”

Peter sighed.

At least there was not a single teenager for miles.

late night studies.

1,912 words | fluff 
roommates au + lee jooheon

author’s note: this idea came to me when i was thinking of an old drabble i wrote for haikyuu!! heh, i hope this was ok!

Originally posted by mybabyoppa


There’s only one rule to life: Never piss Yoo Kihyun off.

Let’s repeat that once more. Never piss Yoo Kihyun, the pink-haired bastard -ahem- hamster off. Especially if you want to get one measly thing like the desired roommate.

Rule #2: Always make sure there’s water in the ramen before you ever shove into the microwave.

Because somehow, unbeknownst to you, Jooheon managed to do both things though the former still remains to be the biggest mystery. You try not to ask why, not that it bothers you as much as you figured it would’ve in the first place. It’s been working out, living with him though he has his moments where you’re not sure what to say or even do. Not out of genuine, heart-clenching fear, but the kind of heart-clenching fear that leaves you in not only wonder but restlessness.

Lee Jooheon’s quite attractive, you’ll admit. He looks pretty terrifying when he has a set jaw and an unreadable expression washed over his features, but the majority of the time you’ve seen him donning a shower cap (he made you promise to say nothing of it), a smile curved on his lips, and dammit, his proximity a lot closer than you ever anticipate. You actually kind of miss the time when he avoided you for a day and a half straight after catching him with a loofah and a very familiar tune to “What Makes You Beautiful” playing in the background though (again) you’re sworn to secrecy that this event never makes it out of the apartment ever. Regardless, it’s all too undeniable that you enjoy your time with your newfound roommate, even find yourself awaiting a new day, wondering what sight you’ll see then.

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Last Updated: 13.10.17

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catch.

summary: They’re always running towards something.

pairing: ichigo/rukia

notes: written for @deathberryprompts drabble prompt “release.” yeah i know it’s obvious so sue me / 267 words

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Hoping That My Voice Could Get It Right

A/N: This is the sequel to a really old, really short drabble of mine (So I’ll Sing A Melody). Someone on Wattpad commented and requested it and I don’t usually do sequels to oneshots (unless I had an idea in mind when writing the first part), but I kind of got inspired. @natasha-baggins since you requested the original fic, I thought I would tag you in the sequel ^.^

Jason hated these days.

Days when Y/N came home and there was no light in her eyes. When the smile on her face was forced, more for show than because she felt anything resembling positive emotion.

Sure, he knew she had these days. Even before they had started dating, it had been obvious that sometimes his beautiful neighbor was missing her spark. He would never tell her, but on many of those days, he would sit in his bedroom and make music for her. She thought he just liked to sing, which was true, but what he loved most about music is how it soothes a restless soul or peaceless mind.

Both of which seemed to be bothering his girlfriend today.

When she walked through the door, he knew immediately something was off. Her movements were wooden, she went through the motion of shrugging off her coat, kicking off her shoes, and setting down her purse, but it was like watching a machine do what it was programmed to do. Her face looked unbearably tired until she noticed Jason sitting on their couch. Then she lifted the corners of her mouth into an unconvincing smile before moving to sit beside him.

“Hey, love,” She said, greeting him with a kiss. “How was your day?”

“Same as usual. How was yours?” Jason responded, cradling her face in one of his hands. She leaned into his touch as his thumb rubbed a soothing circle into her cheek.

“It was okay.” She said, but Jason knew that was a lie. Something had definitely spoiled her mood and left her feeling low. He knew better than to press though. Y/N pressed a kiss into the palm of his hand before standing up. “I think I am going to take a bath and then head off to bed.”

Jason’s brow furrowed as he looked out the window. “It is still light out.”

“I know,” Y/N said as she moved out of the room. “I just am feeling tired.”

Jason sat and listened as the door shut and then the water started. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew she would let him know eventually. He got up and went into their bedroom. Now that they were dating and felt comfortable enough sharing their thoughts and feelings, Jason didn’t play as much. Yes, he loved music, but his main reason for playing had been cathartic. Now that he had someone to talk to, he didn’t need the release of the melody as much.

He pulled out his guitar and gently strummed. The strings seemed to be in tune so he continued playing. His fingers took control and before he knew it, he was playing her favorite song. It was the song he had played most when he knew she was having bad days. Usually, she joined in by the time he finished, even if it was just the last words.

As he sang, he listened for movement from the bathroom. He heard the water shut off and some shuffling. He pretended not to notice when the door opened and she crawled onto the bed next to him, sprawling out and watching as he played.

He finished the song before turning to see her laying there. Her face was still tired, but she didn’t look nearly as low as she had before.

“How was your bath?” Jason asked as he put his guitar back in the case.

“Good.” She whispered. “You know, you aren’t nearly as sneaky as you think. I figured out a while ago that you like to use music to make me feel better.”

“Well, it wasn’t a secret.” Jason laughed as he pressed a kiss into her forehead. He stretched out and pulled her close. She let the rhythm of his heartbeat lull her to sleep, relaxed both his song and presence.

levi is fucking weird [repost]

“You seem tense,” her captain remarks over cold tea, and Petra shakes her head.

“It’s fine,” she says. “I’ve been worse.”

He says nothing: sips his tea. But when Petra turns to set the teapot down, a pair of cool fingers press against the back of her neck, and she jumps, the teapot clanking violently against the countertop. The handle chips, and the loose chunk of ceramic flies onto the floor, tumbling across the tile to land between Levi’s feet.

He pulls his hand away. 

Petra jerks her head back, brow furrowed, nose wrinkled, and when she meets his gaze, his silent grey eyes stare at her over the rim of his teacup.

“What was that?” she exclaims. He lowers his teacup.

“You’ve got a knot in your shoulders,” he says. “And the tea is cold.”

He shoves the teacup forward, presses it into her hands, and bends to scoop the chipped piece of the teapot off the floor. He steps forward, his arm crossing over Petra to dropped the chipped piece onto the counter. It clangs, and for a moment Levi stays there, arm outstretched, boots toe to toe with hers. He stares at her. She breathes.

Levi’s boots squeak when he steps back, turns, and grabs his jacket off the chair. “You should get someone to massage  that out,” he says, then stalks into the dark. 

That Old Book Smell

Punk!Natsu and Old Soul!Lucy drabble commission for @yourdarebear! Thank you so much for the commission, Darrah! <3 

Enjoy!!


Work was shit, and Natsu is having none of it. He hated working at this bookstore as if he were some kind of nerd or something. And the looks the old ladies give him make him want to scream. The boss hired him even though he has an eyebrow piercing and gages, right? So why did they feel the imminente desire to make comments about losing his job?  

Huffing, he pushed a book back into its’ place as he admired the cover. If everyone who read the book knew that the main character died in the third book, more people would put it down before ever picking it up. As he scaled down the ladder to pick up another novel to put on the shelf, a soft bell rang signifying the opening of the front door.

A young woman who looked not much older than himself walked in with a look of complete peace on her face. She began to almost float through the room as if enchanted by a spell as she looked around with a gasp. Natsu raised an eyebrow and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Can I help you?” he asked, and her eyes snapped to his. They were brown, he noted, and kept that in his brain for safekeeping just in case he needed it again.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she replied, her voice slightly breathy yet grounded, “I’m on my break from work and wanted to come in to smell the old books.”

Natsu didn’t reply. He didn’t want to be or seem rude. She seemed nice and all, but smelling old books sounded like something a person would do if they were a little off.

Turning away, he heard her voice again as she rifled through the classics. Picking one off the shelf and flipping through the pages, the young woman sniffed the air above the book and sighed dreamily as if she had a crush on the novel. Natsu’s eyes cut to the girl before he scoffed, continuing his work.

“You can really tell a lot about a book by it’s smell, you know,” she said with a smile, and Natsu whipped around with a retort on his tongue. His mouth closed, however, when he saw the gentle smile on her lips.

“I don’t mean to insult ya, lady, but you’re weird.” Natsu scratched the back of his neck while looking at her under lidded eyes. Coffee time was near, but he wouldn’t want to doctor it up when she was around.

“Rude,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him before snapping the book shut and going for the next one. Natsu sighed, turning back to his task and looking up at the clock with hope that she would leave sooner rather than later. He enjoyed his time alone in the shop when there were no customers, as small of a chunk of time it may be.

Suddenly he felt someone behind him, and he whirled around to find the girl looking at the book in his hand.

“Which one is that?” she asked, and Natsu fought an eye roll. Didn’t she knew he was working?

“Catcher in the Rye, second edition.” He handed it to her and watched her open it and press the pages to her face softly, breathing in all the while.

“You gotta smell this one!” she said with a grin, placing the book near his face. Her eyes were even brighter than they were when she first looked at him, which threatened to pull a blush out of him. Natsu’s instincts took over and he inhaled through his nose quickly. His nose picked up on that old book smell, which he hated to admit he liked, but something was different about it now.

It had a touch of vanilla and red velvet cake to it now, likely because of her own scent integrating into the book–and because they were standing closely. Stepping slowly nearer,  he smelled the book once more. The scent of ink wafted off the page and tickled his senses, and the girl giggled when he turned away to sneeze. Natsu chuckled along with her, shocked that he had dropped his guard for once around a customer.

“What’s your name?” Natsu asked, holding out his hand. To his surprise, she reached his hand and took it between both of hers, grinning at him once more with that soft smile.

“Lucy. And I know your name’s Natsu,” she replied, pointing to his nametag. Dropping his hand, she fished her phone out of her pocket and checked the time.

“Oh! I’ve got to get back to work. It was nice to meet you, Natsu. I’ll be back tomorrow!” Lucy waved goodbye as she turned away and ran out the door back to work. Natsu watched her golden hair shimmer in the sunlight before she disappeared, and he clutched his chest with an intake of breath.

And that was when Natsu Dragneel knew he had it bad.


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clay & apollo finally graduating high school and not tossing their hats since they have something special for it, they run and go while no one is looking

apollo leading clay the way to a place where he had hidden a telescope all along and then both of them carry it and prepare for tonight’s special stargazing trip

apollo & clay preparing their clothes in their respective homes but this time they wear the clothes that they want their future jobs to be so apollo has a lawyer suit while clay gets an astronaut’s outfit and a helmet

at night they go out and sit by the tree and prepared to holler up the telescope and both of them successfully bring it up.

apollo & clay having problems preparing the telescope in the tree but they find a way though it took a lot of time but they were contented

apollo & clay wait for a shooting star to pass until it’s midnight and they finally make a wish and they promise each other not to tell what it is until they die

the moment they make a wish, they threw their graduation hats up in the air

then years later (present timeline), apollo receives a letter after a month or so after clay’s death and it contains what clay wished and it was that “i wish for apollo to have a longer, a more successful life that i’ll ever have, and most importantly, for him to have a family”

apollo just breaks down and cries

sunflwrseeds-scully  asked:

6,11,17 -one of them or however many you wanna do!! For the I love you writing prompt xx

6. On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair

“What if we got married?“

On a picnic table on the Canadian border, which they are skirting more out of boredom than actual necessity. It has been almost a year and neither of them will say it for fear of cursing themselves, but no one is coming for them. Don’t you ever want to stop? She’d asked him once, a long time ago. Just get out of the car? But he hadn’t wanted to and so she didn’t, and she thinks now she knows why. She thinks maybe they don’t stop because they don’t know what else to do.

“Why would we do that?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m not sure if you’ve gathered, but I’m madly in love with you or something like that.“

“Really?” She shakes her head at him, steals the Coke bottle he’s holding and finishes it. “That’s embarrassing.“

“Why’s that?” He nudges her with his shoulder and she shrugs. The picnic table they’re at is half in shade, but she’s sunburned and brown. The tops of her shoulders and tip of her nose covered in innumerable freckles.

“I don’t really like you that much is all,“ she says with an air of mock sympathy. “Sorry.”

“I knew it. You just came along for the thrill.“

“Oh, yeah, you know how gas station food really gets me going.”

He laughs and she laughs with him, and she can count on one hand the number of times they’ve done that since 1999.

“I’m serious, Scully,“ he says, still smiling.

“Mulder,” she twists on the bench and pushes herself up so she’s sitting on top of the table, feet where she’d been sitting a moment before. She takes his face in her hands like a small child. “If I was going to leave you, I’d have done it already. I’d have done it in, I don’t know, 1994. I don’t need to marry you. I’ve been Mrs. Spooky for almost a decade.” She tilts her head to the side. “Plus, you’d probably be arrested at the courthouse which would, you know, kind of put a damper on my wedding day.“

He’s looking at her in that way that he’s always pretending he’s not. Or always pretended he wasn’t. It’s been a while, she thinks, or else she hasn’t been paying enough attention.

“I should have made you leave in 1994,” he says, quietly. He reaches up to touch her cheek.

“You wouldn’t have been able to get rid of me,“ she tells him.

“I’m sorry.”

She laughs. “For what?“

“I don’t know. Everything. Anything I’ve never apologized for before. For ruining your life and all that jazz.”

She tilts her head back, teasing. “Oh, so romantic.”

He winces and she sighs, shakes her head. “Hey,” she murmurs. “I love you, too.“

It’s June, and she wonders if he will ever stop thinking he doesn’t deserve her, deserve a simmering, endless summer. She thinks they never stop because they’re afraid of what would happen if they did. They’ve always bent to inertia. For a minute, for an hour, they sit on the picnic bench with an empty Coke bottle and let the world shift around them. She wonders at the delicate mechanics of staying still with him.

Old drabble prompt is so old, I don’t even know where it is anymore or who sent it.

14. First Kiss 15. Shooting Star msr

It was rare, but not unheard of, for Scully to go at a case with the same rabid fervor as Mulder usually did.  Even when things got frustrating, she remained steadfast and determined, but calm.  For her to show up at Mulder’s door on a Saturday night with a file in her hand was not quite as event-equivalent as Haley’s Comet, but it occurred about as often as one saw a shooting star.

Mulder let her in with a surprised look on his face.  She wore a sheepish, but determined expression, apologizing for the late hour at the same time she charged towards his couch to spread open the file in her hand.  He sat down beside her and tried to listen to what she had to say, but he was caught off guard by her casual attire.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’s seen her in jeans and a t-shirt.  Her tennis shoes squeaked against his floor.

An hour later, there were no new answers or theories and Scully was no less frustrated.  Mulder put a hand on the center of her back when she sighed.  

“We’ll catch a break,” he said.  “Just not tonight.  The answer will be in the tox screen.  I’m sure of it.”

Scully sighed again and Mulder’s hand drifted down her back just as she stretched her arms up over her head.  Her t-shirt rode up and suddenly his fingertips were brushing skin.  He froze, not sure of what to do.  It felt silly to pull away, like touching her was somehow distasteful, and he didn’t want to offend.  But, it also felt wrong to linger where he wasn’t invited.

Unconsciously, Mulder’s hand slid to Scully’s hip as she lowered her arms and adjusted her shirt.  She cleared her throat and he moved his arm back, embarrassed by the obvious awkwardness of the gesture.

“May I use your bathroom?” Scully asked.

“Of course.”

As Scully disappeared into his bedroom, Mulder fell back against the couch and put his hands over his face.  He felt like an idiot.  Actually, he felt like an inexperienced teenager instead of an adult man.  He loved Scully, no doubt about it, but letting himself lust after her was a different matter altogether.  Thinking about the warmth and softness of her skin under his fingers made all the feelings he kept suppressed bubble to the surface.  He pushed himself up from the couch and moved towards his bedroom.

Determined, and not paying attention, Mulder bumped into Scully in the doorway of his bedroom and they both grunted in surprise.  He grabbed her hips to steady her and she rubbed her nose where she’d hit his chest.  They ended up sideways, Scully’s back against the doorframe.

“Sorry,” he said.  “I wasn’t…”

“S’okay,” she answered, running the side of one knuckle up and down the bridge of her nose.
“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

As though they had a mind of their own, his thumbs slid under the edge of her t-shirt and followed the lines of her hip bones where he held her.  It felt strange to touch her like that, but he wanted to so badly.

Scully’s lips parted as she sucked in a breath and her back arched, just a little.  Her arms swung down to grip both sides of the doorframe as though she was catching herself from falling.  Half her face was kept in shadow from his dark room and the other half was dimly lit from the low lamplight across the living area, but he could still see the stain of heat in her cheeks.

Mulder’s mouth felt dry and he knew he should say something, but he was completely tongue-tied.  He swallowed nervously and Scully’s eyes dropped to his mouth.  Her jaw moved a little as though she was about to speak, but she didn’t.  He tipped his head and lowered it towards her and she looked up at him as he descended.

Just as his lips touched hers, she tensed and squeezed the doorframe as she murmured his name.  He paused and pulled back just a fraction as she turned her cheek.

“Wait,” she said.

He took his hands off her, embarrassed, and took a step back.  “Sorry, I just…”

“No, I…”  She finally let go of the door and stood a little taller as she reached up to him, hesitating for a moment before holding his face lightly.  He put one hand above her head and leaned towards her.

“Scully?”  

She pulled his head down a little and stretched her neck up.  Their mouths came together and apart and then together again, longer this time, and then parted once more.

“This is weird,” she whispered, mouth brushing his as she spoke.

“Well, I’m weird,” he answered, huffing out a nervous chuckle.  “And so are you.”  

“Put your hands back on me.”

He put one hand back on her hip and let his arm fall from over her head to rest the other one on the other side.  Her thumbs ran across his cheekbones, back and forth, back and forth.  Very slowly, he moved his hands up under her shirt to circle her waist, just below her ribs.  She was so warm.  So warm and soft.  Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips and he bent his head again to chase it back into her mouth.  She answered with a whimpering sigh and he leaned his body into her to press her fully against the doorjamb.

Mulder couldn’t estimate the length of their next kiss, but it seemed infinite.  The gurgle of his fish tank was muted by the wet smack of their lips and their harsh, uncontrollable breathing.  At some point, her arms became twined around his neck and he pulled her from the door to lock her in the tight circle of his arms.  He could feel her shifting against him, on tip-toe, fighting to hold herself up.  Finally, reluctantly, he softened his mouth and pulled away slowly, easing her down while still keeping her in his embrace.

“Um,” she said.

“Wow?” he replied.

She shyly dropped her head, but he caught the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile.  Her head bumped against his chest and he loosened his grip on her to reach up and stroke her hair from the back of her head down past her neck, hand over hand.

“I should go,” she said.

“You could stay,” he answered.

She shook her head and then looked up at him.  He rested his arms on her shoulders and rubbed her hair between her fingers before he nodded and let go of her.  She slipped past him and went to his couch to collect the file she’d brought over.

“So, um,” she said, not looking at him again.  “I think…”

“Dinner?” he asked.  “Tomorrow night?  Or next week sometime?”

“We should get the tox screen back on Tuesday.”

“Monday night, then?”

“And if you’re right about those samples…”

“Our hands are tied until Wednesday.”

“Or we could do brunch tomorrow.”

“Sure.”  Mulder brushed his finger under Scully’s chin so she would pick her head up and look at him.  She lifted her eyes to his, looked away, and then lifted them again.

“The case is…the case is our priority,” she said.

He nodded.  “What time should I pick you up?”

“Like a date?”

“Yes.”

She hesitated.  “The lab still could call tomorrow if they find something.  Even though it’s Sunday.”

“How’s eleven?”

“Okay.”

“Even if they find something, there’s still not much we can do right now.”

“I know, but it’s…frustrating.”

He nodded in agreement and then reached out to give a small tug at one of the belt loops on her jeans.  “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?  It’s late.”

Boldly, he slipped his thumb up under her shirt again and ghosted over that smooth, silky skin once more.  Five minutes ago he wouldn’t have dared to touch her so familiarly and confidently, but that was before he’d kissed her.  Now, he owned that spot on her hip where the bone sloped so elegantly down into as yet mysterious and uncharted territory, but he had a feeling he was soon going to be able to take possession of that too.

“Night, Scully,” he said.

Scully hugged the file close with one hand and she pressed the other hand to his chest, palm flat.  Her eyes were wide.  Terrified.  He took his hand off her hip and covered hers against his chest.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said.

She nodded in sharp, jerking motions with her head.  He smiled and ran his hand down her arm, blazing a trail of gooseflesh in his wake.  Before he stepped away, he pushed her hair away and skimmed the back of her ear with his fingertips as he tucked it back from her face.  She glanced back once at him before she left with just the faintest hint of a smile.  He knew tomorrow was going to be a good day.

The End