(Une observatrice.) Pictures/photographs (sometimes) | 20 ans/YO | •A lost black girl•
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Are You Waiting For Us To Be Killed And Exterminated?
Are you waiting for us to be killed and exterminated? 🍉💔
Can you bear the toothache 🥹
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"Percy, no."
You held your journal against your chest and turned your back on him. There were your ideas between the pages, your sketches, analysis of prototypes you did in the past and so much researches. Of course, such thing would get him curious, interested. A pure treasure for any tinkering or engineering passionate. A single glimpse of your notes and drafts had been enough for Percival to feel like a child in front of a new toy, and knowing that you made these made him weak in the knees. But you were adamant on keeping this journal for yourself.
"I am just saying that as an expert in mechanical—"
"No," you cut him off.
You took a step back, as if to put some distance between your journal and his burning green eyes. You were almost moved by the passion blazing in his gaze.
"I can let you analyse my pepperbox if you want," he tried to negotiate. "And in exchange, I can—"
"I already analysed it," you cut him off again as you started to walk away.
Percival followed behind you like an eager puppy, his jaw slightly agape.
"You did ?" he quickly cleared his throat. "So what did you think about it ?"
You raised an eyebrow without looking at him, sighing slightly as you heard his step behind yours.
"Bland," you answered. "I would have add more options."
He stayed silent for a bit and you could literally hear the gears in his mind working. You held your journal tighter against your chest, knowing that his eyes were still on it.
"You put a lock on it," he said after a few minutes of silence. "Are these...magic runes and alchemistic arcanes ?"
"...nice observation," you muttered, your tone neutral.
You knew he was observant and kind of a genius, but you did not expect him to catch up so fast with your talents.
Percival suddenly hurried to walk past you and stood in your way, stopping you in your track. For a second, you saw an excited child instead of the young man you knew, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and excitement. You could even hear him mentally squealing. Then, a blink of your eyes later, you were faced with the gunslinger you knew.
"You managed to mix mechanical engineering with alchemy and goddamn magic !?" he almost shouted, his eyes wide opened in surprise. "How did you manage to do that ?"
"By trying ?" you answered in a 'duh!' tone. "I know it's considered unethical by some people. I don't need your judgement, Percival."
"I don't think you're unethical."
It was your eyes' turn to widen in shock, his words echoing in your mind, silencing the murmurs you heard all your life and blinding the glares you constantly felt on your back.
"You're daring and adventurous, and it manifest through your ideas, your inventions. This is the proof of it," he pointed at your journal. "It thanks to people like you that we evolve and walk towards a future instead of a regressing present."
You stared at him so intensely, with so much emotions that he felt himself almost falling. You took a step forward and grabbed his wrist. Your grip was strong, matching the blaze in your eyes.
"Do you mean that ?" you murmured and by your tone alone, he knew how his answer mattered.
"I do."
You took a big shaky breath and nodded, a relieved and mirthful smile illuminating your gaze as a cruel weight disappeared from your being. Percival felt his cheeks reddening even more at the sight and cleared his throat.
"I...have sketches of a new prototype I plan to make," he stuttered, rubbing his neck. "And I would like your expertise to guide me. Would you please help me ?"
Your grip on his wrist softened as you nodded.
"It would be my pleasure," you said. "Thank you a lot, Percy."
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Physical touch and words of affirmation were Gekko's main love languages. Hell, he was very fluent in those languages. That was something you immediately noticed when you first met him, and then later when you two started dating. He was clingy, very cuddly, and loved to cheer you up, no matter what you did. But one thing he absolutely adored, was helping you stretching your body during your workout.
"Don't you think you're taking advantage of the situation, puppy ?" you raised an eyebrow as you exhaled slowly.
He blushed slightly at the endearing pet name but grinned widely against the back of your neck.
"I'm just helping you, cariño," he replied with a mocked innocence.
He was kneeling behind you, his chest flushed against your back as he helped you pushing your torso further as you were sat in a forward fold.
"You're doing so well," he murmured against your skin and you were certain he could feel your goosebumps. "Your flexibility never stops to amaze me."
You gasped sharply when you felt him press a long but soft kiss against your neck.
"Dude !"
He leaned back, snickering mischievously as you straightened your back up. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but feel flustered. It seemed like Gekko turned into a total flirt especially when you were stretching. You took a deep breath, laid back down on the yoga mat then raised one leg up while the other stayed flat against the floor. Gekko's pupils dilated as he looked down at you. He then helped you by pinning your resting leg against the floor with his knee and pushing the raised one further.
"Don't forget to breathe," he said gently.
Your eyes met his and you felt your pulse quickening when you saw the raw emotions in those hazel eyes that you loved so much. Only his eyes had the ability to make you feel so flustered. Only his eyes had the ability to make you feel so desired.
"You're enjoying this way more than I do," you groaned.
"You have no idea," he smiled.
Your breath hitched when he did the bold action of pressing long kisses along your ankle and your calf, his eyes closed as his face morphed into a sinful expression. He then hugged your leg against his torso and leaned it further towards your chest.
"Mateo," you scolded him sternly.
Of course, he didn't take you seriously. How could he when you were hiding your face behind your hands and turning your face away ? You could barely look into his impish eyes. You didn't even see the wicked blush spreading on his cheeks.
"You're doing so good," he murmured smoothly as he sensually caressed your leg. "Thirty seconds left."
"You bastard," you grumbled, completely flustered.
"I thought I was your puppy," he chuckled.
Hi!! I just wanted to say your work is amazing and I really enjoy reading it! Also as an English teacher, your writing is very good and you don't need to apologize for poor language!!! Keep doing you 💗
Thank you ^^
Even though I doubt I'll ever stop apologizing (I think it's because it's written in my DNA, my brain coding or something), I'm glad my work could be enjoyable.
I'll keep doing me (and my brain) <(￣︶￣)>
"So, how do I look ?"
You looked up from your phone to watch Jett striking a pose right before your very eyes. She was dressed of a white crop top, a blue jacket, a black ripped jean pants and deep blue boots. You looked at her from head to toes, nodded, then looked back to your phone.
"Malicious," you answered simply, shrugging.
She huffed and crossed her arms, rolling your eyes at your word.
"What do you mean 'malicious' ?"
"You're wearing Doc Martens," you said calmly. "Doc Martens are for stomping. Who are you going to stomp ?"
"You if you keep with your sass," she grumbled.
You just chuckled and stood up.
"Alright, whoosh girl," you grinned at the glare she shot you with. "Let's get going. And don't forget : a day without a bet."
She nodded as she followed you of the room, her step light despite your teasing. The perspective of going on a date with you excited her in a way that made her feel like a high school girl again, even though she had to put her gambling habit to the side.
"Okay," she said with a grin. "But what do I win if I manage to spend the whole day without— ouch ! What was that for ?"
You just flicked her forehead with your finger, a deadpanned pout on your face.
" 'What do I win' ?" you repeated with a light sigh. "See ? You're still on your gambling mindset."
Her eyes widened slightly as your words slowly sinked in her mind.
"Oh."
"Yeah 'oh'," you nodded. "Remind me to punch Yoru in the face. It's mostly his fault if you have this gambling habit."
Jett snorted. The simple idea of you punching Yoru seemed to brighten her in an almost sadistic way.
"Oh I definitely will !"
You turned your face towards her, your gaze sending shivers down her spine.
"But to answer your question," you cupped her cheeks, your thumb playing with her lower lip. "If you manage to spend the whole day without betting on anything, I'll take you to these hot springs you talked to me about and book a room just for us."
You were visibly enjoying the blush on her cheeks. A bit too much for her tastes. She saw your pupils dilating at the sight of her slightly opened lips and the light daze in her eyes at your action. She was also certain you were fully aware of how her heart was pounding because of you.
"You're suppose to help me with my gambling habit," she huffed. "Not encouraging it."
You released her face and hummed.
"Shit, you're right," you agreed, resuming your walk. "Forget about it, then."
"What !?" she squeaked. "No !"
