#progeek

[thatkingarthur]

50 - progeek

50. Writer’s preference 

Cosima wasn’t sure if her heart was skipping beats because a giant needle was about to perfure her uterus or if it was because Rachel Duncan was the one doing it. She had a strange look of compassion on her face (rare) and her movements were tender (strange), but her face looked like she was going to devour Cosima alive (and make her enjoy it). Whatever it was, Rachel definitely noticed. She made sure to touch Cosima’s warm skin, and look right into her eyes only to find a desperate yet excited look. It ended and the seringe was now empty, and she was pressuring her own abdomen, Cosima almost wanted more. 

I SEE WHATCHU DID HERE! <3 Ah, @icantbestill29 perhaps you’ll like this :)Thanks again cutie :3

[subconsciouskd]

Anytime a fanfiction writer says "The AU no one asked for"

Bitch give it all to me This is me right here asking for all this shit

[cosimassexynosetubes]

Please let that ep spur a giant wave of progeek shippers I'm so lonely being the only one into it

[icantbestill29]

Things you said when you were scared

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Cosima and Rachel 💕

"Uh, Rachel?"

Rachel glanced up from the spread sheets she was pouring over, the light from her laptop casting an odd blue tint across her face. Cosima knew she hated being interrupted when she was working and she'd told her, time and time again, in no uncertain terms that unless the house was on fire, she was not to be disturbed.

She arched an eyebrow as Cosima stood in the doorway of the study, arms crossed over her chest.

"I hope this is interruption is warranted. I suppose it must be something far more pressing than what I'm attending to," she swept a hand in the air.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright?" Her tone is shaky, getting Rachel's attention. "I wouldn't have bothered you, only..."

She trailed off, flushing a scarlet and Rachel stared at her.

"Only what? Words, Cosima."

"I saw a spider. In the bathroom. It jumped out at me while I was peeing."

In retelling the story she shuddered, pulling her arms more securely around her middle.

Taking a measured breath, Rachel considered her, pushing the computer away.

"In the sake of complete clarity," she folded her hands, "you, a scientist, are afraid of spiders?"

The hint of amusement in her was more than mild, though she did her best to taper it down.

Cosima glared. "It's not funny. Yes, I'm aware I'm a scientist and I'm aware that it's stupid for a scientist to be afraid of spiders. But I am--have been since I was a kid, okay? Everyone thought I'd grow out of it, eventually, but I never did."

The whole idea of her girlfriend shaking in terror over what was sure to be a common house spider when she'd been around far more gruesome things as part of her profession was somewhere between comical and very cute, though she would never say as much.

"So, in light of this sudden development," Rachel mused, drawing a hand up to ruby lips, "I suppose you need me to avenge your honor."

"I can't tell if you're kidding or not," Cosima's eyes narrowed from behind her lenses. "But, uh---"

Rachel lifted her index finger in the air, pressed a button on the laptop and closed it with a resigned sigh. "Would you like me to take a look?"

"Could you?"

The tiny, childish pout on her lips nearly made Rachel smile, but she settled for a half smirk, rising as though it were an imposition.

"All right, then."

They made their way into the bathroom and Cosima pointed toward the ceiling.

"I was minding my own business when it like, swooped down on its creepy web."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Rachel stood still, her eyes glued upward. "How long do you think it will be before the creature shows its face, Cosima? My files aren't going to sort themselves."

"I'm sorry I'm such a pain, honestly. And like I said, I'd normally never bother you when you---"

Abruptly, she cut off, emitting a single, piercing scream and nearly jumping into Rachel's arms.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Cosima. Honestly..."

Taken aback, her arms automatically encircled Cosima's waist, pulling her close. She followed her line of sight, immediately seeing the cause of her outburst.

"Ah, speak of the devil."

"Ugh, Rachel, please, get it away. It's horrible."

Normally, she would have rolled her eyes, but she could plainly see that Cosima's terror was real and quickly, she pressed a kiss atop of her hair.

"I'll take care of it. Go and wait outside."

"Okay," she had visibly paled. "Shout if you need me."

"Are you planning on coming back in?"

"Um, no. Just trying to be supportive."

Rachel pointed to the door. "Go."

Less than five minutes later, she came out of the bathroom, wearing a grim expression.

"The deed is done."

"Really? Oh my God, Rachel," Cosima heaved a heavy sigh of relief, throwing her arms around her. "Rachel Duncan, business woman, mastermind, and spider killer. You ought to add that to your resume."

"You're ridiculous," she replied disdainfully, though she was secretly pleased at Cosima's appreciation. "It was small, as well. It could barely be considered a spider at all. You made it sound as if it was something one would encounter in The Amazon."

"Looked like it," Cosima muttered. Some of the color had returned to her cheeks and she hugged Rachel again gratefully. "Honestly, you're the best girlfriend in the world."

Rachel wasn't adept at accepting earnest compliments. They still made her vaguely uncomfortable and Cosima doled them out fairly often. She would find herself waving them away or throwing out a caustic remark; anything to get rid of the irksome heat that rose in her cheeks.

There was something to be said for the way Cosima looked; all pink lipped, slightly smudged eyeliner, her hazel eyes shining with what Rachel could only discern as love. It sent her heart fluttering in her chest, the pounding growing more desperate when Cosima picked up her hand, kissing the knuckles.

"Lemme make it up to you."

She pressed the sharp points of her teeth to the inside of Rachel's wrist, nipping against paper thin skin, grinning like some sort of wild beast when Rachel hissed in between her teeth, a low whistle.

"You certainly will."

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10 / 02 / 2018 #progeek

[icantbestill29]

heeeeehhhhh from the prompt list: 96, progeek

96. “Is that… is that my bra?”-Progeek

Cosima looked down at the object in her hand, eyes wide. It couldn’t be—Rachel could not have possibly kept—that was weeks ago.

She had been at DYAD far too late, an occurrence which was getting more and more common since she and Delphine had split. In the back corner of lab, obscured by a pile of discarded jackets was a fifth of unopened vodka. The next thing Cosima knew, she was blind drunk and crying over Delphine and her sad, sorry existence.

in retrospect, she had no idea why or how she had ended up in Rachel’s office, but she was a sobbing, drunken mess and instead of pushing her away, Rachel had kissed her, hard, and made Cosima forget who she had been crying over in the first place.

It had been over two weeks and she had avoided Rachel at all costs, not an easy feat when they worked in the same building. The few times Cosima had inadvertently made eye contact with the other woman, she could have sworn Rachel was smirking.

So, when Cosima found herself in Rachel’s office again, Rachel having requested some lab reports (which Cosima knew fully well she could have gotten from Scott), she wasn’t looking for anything, she certainly wasn’t snooping around in Rachel’s office. The object in her hand had been just in plain sight enough for her to recognize what it was.

“Cosima?” Rachel had entered the room, all tailored elegance. Her gaze drifted down, immediately landing on what Cosima was holding. “Ah,” was all she said before settling herself gracefully behind the desk. “I trust you have the reports?”

Cosima felt her jaw go slack. “Uh…”

“Well, then, may I have them?” Rachel extended her hand across the expanse of the desk. “I don’t have the luxary of time, Cosima.”

Cosima opened her mouth to speak and then promptly shut it when Rachel gave her a withering look.

“Stop gaping and hand over the reports.”

“Is that—is that my bra?” She lifted up the red trimmed black lace object, dangling it from one finger. Clearly, subtly was not working.

Rachel regarded her with a blank expression. “It appears to be, yes.”

“Okay,” Cosima said slowly, “since we’re getting absolutely nowhere…why do you have it? I mean, I’ve been looking for it since—” She stopped, face reddening. “I asked you if you’d seen it and you said no, that I must’ve have misplaced it at home or something.” A thought dawned on her and her cheeks began to flame. “Holy fucking shit. You kept it, didn’t you? Like some kind of sick souvenir.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Was I like, a conquest to you or something? Jesus, Rachel…and here I was, thinking you were showing an actual feeling, like, I dunno, compassion, maybe, toward another human for once in your life.” She shoved the file folder across the desk and stood, poised to go.

It shouldn’t have bothered her as much as it did. Rachel was self-serving, this she knew, this she had known for a long time. Angry tears stung the corners of her eyelids anyway.

“I kept that,” Rachel said to her back, “because I knew you would be back here for it.”

Slowly, Cosima turned to face her again.

Rachel didn’t move.

“I was drunk,” Cosima said. Her pulse sped up as she watched Rachel from behind the desk. Her eyes trailed down over the slope of pale, exposed throat.

“I wasn’t.”

This time, she kissed Rachel first, and it should have surprised her, how soft the other woman was, her mouth, her hands in Cosima’s hair, the skin of her thighs against Cosima’s palms.

But it didn’t.

[icantbestill29]

22, progeek heheheh pretty please! :3

22. Progeek-“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Cosima couldn’t recall when exactly it was that she developed a fascination with Rachel. And it was a fascination, she reasoned with herself, not a crush. She was a scientist, after all, and her clone was nothing more than an interesting subject. An interesting subject who just so happened to wear dresses that molded to her petite curves, whose perfume constantly invaded Cosima’s nose, who hardly ever touched her but when she did, it was a simple brush of her skin on Cosima’s and Cosima felt herself breathing a little harder than she was comfortable with.

And it was entirely disconcerting when she woke up at least two nights a week, panting and coated in sweat, dreaming of Rachel’s cool fingers on her belly, ungloved, inserting the long needle into her, except in her dream, she ran a hand through Cosima’s hair too, her thumb skidding along the surface of her skin, lazy, lazy. She’d bolt upright and Delphine would ask her if she was okay and she’d mumble about the island and they’d go back to sleep. Delphine would go back to sleep and she struggled to slow her erratic breathing, will the heat that coiled down low to dissipate.

Rachel was back and she seemed to want to be around Cosima more often than the others and Cosima found herself not protesting too much. She had to tell herself to cool it, to stop acting like a horny teenager, to keep her eyes glued to her shoes or to the floor.

It didn’t work.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Rachel said.

She had been toiling around Rachel’s sparsely furnished apartment, having stopped by with some flimsy excuse or another. Cosima looked up sharply, pushing up her glasses with one finger.

“Uh…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I notice people now, Cosima. I allow myself to notice. And I’ve seen the way you look at me.” Rachel was in her space now, so close Cosima could reach out and touch her.

Her expression was one of curiosity, vacant of the devious hunger Cosima had maybe expected, and she caught her wrist, fingers sweeping deftly over the delicate bones, lingering on the etched in ink.

“Okay,” Cosima sucked in a breath, “okay, so what if I have? What are you gonna do about it?” The words hung in the air and she instantly wished she could take them back.

Rachel leaned in and kissed her.

[katsadako]

kind of progeek, but really just Rachel Duncan being kind of scary :)

i hear a higher calling on A03

(spoilers for ob S.5 Ep.1)