that does currently seem to be first in place ! this might be the funnest to write because i would love to have green hopelessly pining over purple while also simultaneously being like “who could it be that i don’t think likes me????”
"honorary knight"? No, you're a fucking HONORARY MOLE BITCH!
Also, in the curio room on hertas ship, there is a fucking wind glider on display, and if you press f near it you get a fucking dialogue about mondstadt vibes "... Windmills etc" i forgot what it said.
-🥘Stew
oh, that’s cool! i don’t quite know what you’re referring to, but that is a nice nod to genshin
I have a high suspicion that Ms. Whitacre is Celine in disguise. The way she states that she is not married anymore over and over again, more aggressively than the last, and her unusual explanation of her “dreams” and how they are not to be trusted just gives me a feeling that it’s Celine. Like it’s Celine trying to get the Captain to realize that it’s reality, and it’s just another one of Actor’s games.
I'm as alive as I can be! Became a delivery driver and got promoted before the Coronavirus hit our area so I was luckily kept during the "cleanse". I'm working through all of this and doing the best I can to still have money to pay bills. Weird going from 50 coworkers to like... 6. Feels bad man. Feels bad. But I consider myself really lucky right now!
i know i said i’d put it on ao3 but it’s pretty short guys, so i’ll put here first and when i can get some time, i’ll do a drabble series thing on ao3 for the stuff that ends up here first so it can be saved or downloaded for those interested if that’s alright. besos!
“You taste like how I think fire would feel,” he says, pulling her towards him, pushing her own jacket to the floorboards along with his.
“Is that right?” she asks, crawling over him as he nods at her. “And what’s that like?”
“Like the very heat of you might make everything clean again.”
“Not worried I might burn you?”
“Oh, I’m hoping you do.”
Settling her into his lap, he pushes his hands under the hem of her sweater, running his fingers along her waist as she pushes his hat off of his head, letting it fall on the seat beside them.
“You have soot on your face,” he whispers, amused. “Does that mean I can call you my dirty girl?”
Raising an eyebrow at him, her hands stop on the sides of his neck. “You’re dirty too, can I make a joke about that?”
“Any time you want,” he starts, slipping his thumbs under the edge of the waistband of her jeans. “You can always assume I’m dirty for you.”
“That had to have sounded better in your head,” she says, laughing.
“It usually does,” he admits, pulling her closer and pushing his hips up into her thighs.
“Are you trying to distract me?”
“Always,” he murmurs, helping her roll her hips down onto him.
Pushing her shirt up, he helps her tug it off before throwing it on the growing pile of clothes on the floor of the Cooper car. Staring at awe in as the fire behind her makes her glow, he threads his hands through her hair, bringing her down to meet him in a kiss. Feeling her hands move under his shirt, he lets her go to take it off, leaning forward into her as it comes up and over his head.
She takes it from him with a sly smile, dropping it on top of hers. “I don’t think we need this, do we?”
“Are you objectifying me, Cooper?” he asks, smug. Watching as her eyes trail down his torso, biting her lip as her gaze rests on the button of his jeans.
“Always,” she informs him as her fingers move down his rib cage, teasing him with what he knows is coming.
Popping the button one handed, a practiced move he’s abundantly proud of her for knowing, she slowly moves the zipper down, reaching for him as he grabs her wrist, stopping her. Looking at him, confused, she waits for him to speak.
“Hey,” he says, bringing her hand up, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles, “I love you.”
Smiling softly, she leans down, kissing him as she wraps her arms around his neck. “I love you too.”
Hands on her back, he moves them until she’s on her back along the bench seat. He hits his back on the steering wheel, making him wince as she giggles at the face he makes.
“This might be awkward,” he tells her, trying to fit between her thighs without falling between the wheel and the floorboards, pulling the condom he’s learned to keep in his wallet out, setting it on the dashboard.
“We’ve had it worse,” she reminds him, pushing his hair out of his face as she looks up at him.
“True.”
He’s laying himself over her, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone, her right leg wrapped around his hip tightly, holding him in place even as he tries to undo the buttons of her jeans. Almost slipping off the seat again, he laughs into her neck.
“Let’s try something else,” she says, pushing him up. Moving until he’s sitting in the middle of the bench seat, she’s pulling his jeans down around his hips until they’re mid-thigh, stroking him softly as she kisses him, nipping at his earlobe.
“I feel like we’ve been here before,” he jokes, tugging at the button of her jeans, gripping the denim and lace of her panties with both hands as he pushes it over her hips, watching her wiggle until increasing interest until her jeans are caught around her ankles. “Is that gonna work?”
She stares at him with determination. “We’ll make it work.”
“Come here,” he murmurs, helping her straddle him, the skin on skin contact making his breath catch as he feels how hot her skin is against his. “Do you know how good you feel?”
“Probably as good as you do,” she whispers, reaching for the condom behind her. Ripping it open, she’s quicker than he thinks, rolling it down and settling herself over him, sliding down before he’s even aware of what’s happening.
“Jesus, Betty,” he groans, her warmth seeping through as she rests her head against his shoulder.
“I couldn’t wait,” she says into his skin, peppering kisses up his neck as she starts to move, undulating her hips with the little room she’s given herself, the cramped space and restricted movement of her legs making her back arch. Her hands are locked behind his neck, holding on as his are on her hips, keeping her steady as he pushes up into her with her breath heavy and hot in his ear.
The lacy fabric of her bra against his chest along with the smooth friction of her walls as she bounces has him entranced before he remembers himself, pushing a hand between them so he can rub the small and soothing circles against her clit the way he knows she likes.
“Oh -oh, yes,” Betty stutters out when he hits the right rhythm.
Her fingers tighten into the back of his neck, catching part of his hair and pulling, making him moan, tilting his head back, giving her better access to his neck, the gentle biting as she tries to quiet a moan making him thrust harder into her.
“No,” he says, his free hand flexing into the soft skin of her hip, “let me hear you.”
Her answering moan sends his eyes rolling back as it’s accompanied by her moving faster, her hips rolling in deeper motions as he works his thumb over her, the clenching of her walls pushing him to his edge as her body starts to shake, thighs trembling around him as she groans his name into his ear.
The whispered Oh fuck he lets out as he comes is lost in the sound of her panting and the loud burning of the cracking wood outside of the car.
She leans back, smiling at him with glazed eyes. “Are you okay?”
He looks behind her, taking in the childhood he’s chosen to burn down, the last year showing him how important it is to remember where you come from but also remember that home is a feeling, not a place. And when he’s with Betty, he’s never not felt at home.
Pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, he smiles back at her. “How could I not be? You’re here with me.”
