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Hello and greetings to anyone that gets to read this. It is my first story. I wanted to try and see how this was received before continuing so please feel free to let me know how you like it. Please be easy on me it is my first one I am new to this, but I hope you like it. Its a bit slow right now but I swear the chapters will get going as we go along on this ride together. Okay *curvies* love ya! Enjoy!

Dark Clark Kent x (Black)!Plus Size Reader

SUMMARY: (I suck at them but here goes) After working miserable unfulfilling jobs, you decide to go back to school to pursue your dream in writing. You get the very handsome, very smart Mr. Kent as your English/Literature Professor. You've always stayed to yourself preferring to have your alone time and focus on your writing. Mr. Kent comes in to shake that way of thinking up and its all with your best interest at heart (well his best interest at heart){Cheesy, am I right?}

"For the weekend's assignment. Something very simple, almost high school level. Don't complicate it." Mr. Kent said dragging his feet to tell you all what the stupid assignment was.

"Get to the point." You thought out loud as you rested your head in your hand. He glared at you for moment before continuing. You felt your face flush, because-'no way he heard me' you thought.

"I want you all to write me a paper on...one thing you like about yourself and why." He rushed out. "I want you all to be as genuine as possible, if you're going to be journalists you have to capture your audience. If you can sell yourself, then you can sell a story. If you're a snooze fest......I honestly don't know what to tell you" He chuckled

Everyone groaned because why???

"Due next Monday on the dot. NO EXCEPTIONS!" He belted. "If you don't have your paper on Monday, you will stand up and give a 5 minute speech on said topic."

'What kind of teenage topic is this?' You thought.

"Don't give me lip guys, you signed up for this. I didn't make you do anything." He said pointing at all of you. "No complaining. Monday! Class dismissed." He announced causing everyone to scatter. You were just about out the door when he stopped you.

"Y/n, can you stay back for bit?"

"Yeah sure." You immediately got nervous. You weren't used to being singled out, you always managed to stay below the radar. You'd figured out ways to stay out of sight out of mind after always being criticized by your family, so getting asked to stay back wasn't a normal thing. You braced yourself for the "you can do better speech" and hoped it wouldn't take too long. You watched as the room emptied and he gathered his stuff.

"Come on, lets step into my office." He said leading the way with his hands full. "Have a seat." he said motioning to the chair in front of his desk. you sat feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Literally everyone would've given anything to be where you were. Mr. Kent was almost mythical. You didn't know a day where you didn't think 'DAMN that man know he fine!' And you knew he knew it.

"Bet you think I'm gonna talk about your grades." he chuckled. "While I do require your improvement,"

'Require?' you thought hoping your face didn't covey your attitude.

"I wanted to talk about something else."

"O-kay?"

"I've notice, you're very um...to yourself, is everything-"

'Oh there it is.'

"Mr. Kent, please don't analyze me. I am a whole different breed of human. I don't do people."

"I'm sorry?" he asked tilting his head.

"I just value my alone time. You can't have that with people."

"You can still have space with other people in your life." he said shaking his head at you.

"I didn't say space, I said alone time, and that's not the same. That's still with people. Like, no." you said crossing you arms.

He stared at your for a second, the he began to laugh, and rub his eyes. "You really are something."

"Mm-hmm its true."

"I'm just saying its healthy to get out and socialize every once and awhile, not all the time, I mean-don't you get lonely sometimes?

"No, not really. I mean don't give me wrong I'm human. I get the urge to hang out, then I do, then I remember why I didn't want to do it in the first place." you said realizing you were almost ranting. He eyed you as if he didn't believe you.

"I tell you what, I know you say you're fine, but for my sanity, can we be friends? You know just someone to check on you, make sure you're okay? If-if you hate it by the end of the week then I'll let it go."

"Mr. Kent, no offense, but why do you care? I mean, you have your own life, I'm sure you got a nice family you should be there for, so like....I'm gonna need a it all to make sense."

"Its mean, don't get me wrong I enjoy solitude too, and its not because I don't like people," he chuckled, "but I know what its like to sometimes need someone I could just talk to when I really needed it most and not having it. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Its funny because it would always lead me home."

"Well that's the difference between you and me, there is no going back." you sighed. You contemplated it 'It couldn't hurt could it?' "Okay."

"Okay?"

"We can be friends." you resigned.

"Great!" he said clapping his hands together.

"Only til the end of the week." You said standing stretching. "So we good? Can I go?"

"Actually, what are you doing tonight? I mean, my ma is cooking dinner and-"

"Okay anything food related, I'm down." You cut him off.

"Good, well I'll pick you up at 6?"

"Yeah sure." You said trying to get away.

"Uh, Y/n?"

"Yes?" You asked sweetly.

"I'm going to need your address." He said knowing you knew he needed it.

You gave you your information and booked it out of there. You immediately went home and took a nap. The whole ordeal was a bit draining for you.

It was your phones constant vibrating that woke you out of a deep sleep. You let it ring a few more times before picking it up.

"What?" You groaned into the phone.

"Y/n are ready? I'm like 15 minutes away." Mr. Kent asked.

"Ready for what?"

"Food?"

"Food? Food! Oh shit!" You said jumping up remembering dinner plans. "I'll be ready when you get here." You said quickly hanging up and rushing to get ready. By the time you felt you looked decent enough, he called and told he was there. When you walked out to meet him, you saw his girlfriend was with him and you put on a small smile. 'Of course he has a girlfriend, why wouldn't he. Still a bummer though, oh well.' you thought to yourself as you walked toward them.

"Y/n this is Lois, Lois this is Y/n. Lois is one of the top editors at the Daily Planet." He bragged, and you immediately got nervous. You'd read her work and you'd give to be as good, even better at writing.

"It really is nice to meet you, Clark speaks very highly of you and your writing." she said smiling.

"Really? I mean writing is my passion, I'm aspiring to get at least in the door. I'm not an editor or professor, but I think I'm okay." You said realizing you were babbling on because of your anxiety.

"Be confident in your work. It shows when you really mean what you're writing about. It also shows when you're doubting yourself." She said smiling at you. You immediately liked her and hoped to get to know her for advice sometime. You all got in and they fell into easy chatter along the way. Every now and again they'd touch on a topic you'd find interesting or be excited about, and you'd really get into it, smiling and being expressive. You'd catch Clark staring at you, a bit shocked at how much you had to say after months of being so quiet, and you'd retreat like a turtle back into your shell. You tried to not enjoy being around them, but every now and again, you liked talking to people on your level. Every now and again, you'd get lost in the breeze of the night air. You'd look out and get lost looking at the stars and the moon out of the open window of the moving car. You get so lost you forgot the other two people in the car and you'd miss the glances Clark took at you through the rearview mirror. When you all arrived at his moms farm you practically gawked at all the land around. You driven by open field and corn fields, you'd never actually gotten to see it up close.

As you all got out, his mom stepped out and waved at you.

"Well, looks like we got extra family tonight." she said smiling. You immediately felt a bit awkward. "Oh dear don't be shy, any friend of Clark is family." She said pulling you into a big hug.

"Thank you for having me Mrs. Kent." You said smiling.

"No go on now you just call me Martha." she said smiling and leading you inside. "You two come along, you know the routine." She said waving Lois and Clark inside. Dinner was great, you even found yourself laughing out loud. It exhilarated you and scared you to have such a good time around other people. You almost, ALMOST, didn't want the night to end, but you missed your bed. As if reading your mind, Clark announced it was time to leave.

"Looks like someone is ready for bed." He chuckled.

"Yep, I miss my solitude." You said stretching. Clark shook his head at you.

"What?" You asked innocently.

You said your final farewells and got in the car heading home. The ride home was peaceful, there was a calm silence between you three and you smiled watching the love exchanges between the two. You could see how much he loved her and you could understand why, Lois was beautiful woman. Your mind jumped from reasons you weren't in a relationship, to the assignment Clark had given you for the weekend. One thing you like about yourself? That topic was always hard for you and you couldn't even begin to find the words to start. Over the years you'd tried hard to accept yourself, love yourself, and be who you were unapologetically, but the moment you got to the threshold of truly giving yourself a chance, all of the criticism, judgment, and years of being invalidated filled you with fear and dread and you'd go back to your shell and do what you did best. Stay in your own bubble. Tears stung your eyes as you tried to stomp down the voices of doubt and resentment, 'It's okay, I'm good, I do what I have to and I'm happy with it. I'm at peace.' you thought to yourself over and over.

"You okay?" Clarks deep voice full of concerned pulled you from your thoughts and you shook you head to bring yourself back to reality.

"Yeah, just trying to stay awake." you said avoiding his gaze. The ride continued in silence and you couldn't help but drift off. One moment you were letting the ride soothe you to sleep and the next you heard a voice cooing you to sleep.

"Shh shh shh it's okay" Clark whispered. You couldn't help but cover your eyes. You were in Clark's arms as he carried you to the apartment.

"Woah," you said trying to get out of his arms. He gently placed you on your feet like a flower.

"Hey, its okay, calm down." He said gently rubbing your arms.

"S-sorry, I've just never-"

"Had anyone carry you before." He said finishing your sentence. You shifted feeling a bit awkward.

"Well, thanks for dinner. Thanks Lois!" You waved at her before going to your door. "Goodnight." you said one last time as you got inside. During the weekend you were extremely restless and was finding it hard to concentrate long enough to work on your assignment. Even when you sat waiting for words to form in your mind you eventually got busy doing something different. The night before class, you had an idea pop in your head, and you decided to go for it. You just hoped it would all make sense, it was the only think your mind focused on.

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Multi-POV (mostly reader POV with some Dean POV mixed in for clarity and understanding of the situation)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Fluffy Smut, Smutty Smut, idiots in love

Word count: 4k - Buckle in, it’s a long one! (that’s what she said?)

Summary: An evening at the bunker planning your next hunt takes a romantic & steamy turn as you and Dean confess your feelings for each other.

You’d just finished a hunt and made it back to the bunker. Tired and exhausted, you see Dean at his computer, probably researching the next job.

“Welcome back, Sunshine!” he yells across the massive room, eyes never leaving his computer screen.

You roll your eyes at the pet name, but laugh at the same time. “Smartass.” You mumble under your breath at him.

“Aww, you’re the sweetest, y/n” Dean smirks at you with his goofy fake cheesy grin.

After a little playful banter back and forth, you unload your gear and slump down into a chair at the table that Dean is sitting at with his laptop.

“whew! I’m beat.” You say, rubbing your eyes.

Dean Drains the last bit of the beer he’d been sipping on and gets up for another. He holds up his empty bottle, “want one?”

“yeah, grab me one too.” You say, thinking about the ice-cold deliciousness awaiting you.

Dean walked back to where you were seated. You’d pulled out your laptop by this point and had started running a map spread.

He walked up, opened your beer for you and presented it to you like a waiter in a fancy restaurant would present a bottle of Champaign. “Your beverage, ma’am.” Dean says with a slight bow.

You laugh and take the beer. While you throw your head back, savoring that first sip, you don’t notice Dean watching you with a little smile on his face from having made you laugh.

You set your beer down. “Ok, come look at this.” You say. You’ve got the map pulled up on your screen.

Dean comes up behind you. He places one arm on the back of your chair, the other balancing his weight on the table. You’re acutely aware of how close he is to you. Your body stills. The world around you slows, moving in slow motion. You can feel him hovering right over your shoulder and it feels like an electric charge coursing through your skin.

You swallow. “Right here.” You say, pointing to the screen. “we’ve got intel on vamp nests; here, here, there, and way over here. I think we should begin with this one.” You say pointing to the blue dot. “But I’m not sure when we should hit the others.”

Dean leans forward. He moves his hand from the back of the chair to your shoulder. His fingers graze the skin of your exposed neck. He points to the screen with the other hand. “Well green would definitely make sense to hit after blue. But, as for red and yellow? Shouldn’t make much of a difference which of those we hit after that.” His hand was still on your shoulder and he gave it a quick squeeze. “See? Easy as pie!”

He stopped, hesitating, and looked down at where his hand was. His eyes suddenly became hungry.

Dean slowly began trailing his fingers along the exposed skin on your neck. You leaned into his touch, his hands – his hands! You could feel the strength and power in them at their touch. Oh, that rough touch. It set every molecule in your body humming. When you let out a small groan of pleasure, you could have sworn you felt deans body waver for a moment.

Gently, he moves a wisp of hair that had fallen down the nape of your neck. Taking his time, he allowed his fingers to brush through your hair, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

You shudder and bring in a short gasp of breath at the light, deliberate touch. Gah… this man could bring you to your knees with one touch. Just melt you into a puddle.

Umm, wake up, y/n! you think to yourself. You’re a badass hunter. Humans and creature alike literally fear your name! And here you are melting at the touch of (of all people) Dean effin Winchester… Ugh, get it together, y/n!

You’d never told anyone but you actually really liked Dean. A lot. He’d been on your mind more than usual lately. Maybe it was all the time you two had been spending together? He was fun and funny. And Charming… Oh yea, charming. So charming he just loved charming his way into the pants of every girl he met. You felt your teeth clench at the thought.

Am I jealous? Is this jealousy? You think to yourself. Jealous… jealous of what? Nothing. Something? You didn’t know why you felt that way. Dean wasn’t yours, after all. You knew he only saw you as a friend. Someone to joke around with, hang out with on your days off. He’s made moves on other girls. If he were interested in you, he’d have tried to make a move already. But he hadn’t. Just a little light hearted flirting, but you knew that was his personality. So that’s that. But- but, this?

What was this? What was happening right now?

Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of your neck, resting his forehead against your hair. A deep sigh and the soft flutter of eyelashes tells you that he closed his eyes as he breathes in your scent.

Was this it? Was he making his move? The feel of his face nuzzled in your neck lit a fire burning in your belly. Him. You wanted him. Needed him. And his body language suggested that he wanted you just as bad.

“Dean...” you say breathlessly.

“y/n, I- “

The sound of your name brings you back to your senses somehow.

Making his move. You think to yourself. On you? Who does he think you are?! Some tramp from the bar? How can this man both infuriate and arouse you all at the same time?! This was starting to feel like an emotional roller coaster that you wanted to get off of.

You clear your throat and decide to lay down the law. You needed to let him know that playing around wasn’t your thing. And, of all people, he should know that about you, ugh.

“I’m not one of your conquests. Another one-nighter. So, if that’s what you’re after, you can pump the breaks before you start any of your trusty old sweet talk like honey dripping from your lips.” Mmm… his lips… Snap back to earth, y/n!

He’s smooth, you give him that. And as bad as you’d love to throw him down right here and fuck his brains out, you gather your senses and realize that your self-respect and dignity are more important. But, oh… those lips. The high road sucks.

You take a deep breath, gather yourself, and continue, “I, unlike your long list of hit-em-and-quit-em’s, am a lot of hard work. I require dedication and respect.” You spat the last word out a little more icily than you meant to, but you were seething at the thought of his hands being on anyone else.

Did he just screw some rando less that twelve hours ago? You don’t know. Probably. You clench your fist at the thought.

Dean moves suddenly. Swiftly. Like the predator you know him to be out in the field while hunting. Taking you by surprise, he kneels beside you, grabbing both your hands, turning you sideways in the chair to face him. He looks up at you with deep sadness in his eyes.

“Y/n, I- I haven’t. N-not once. Not since I- I realized…”

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Dean couldn’t stand it anymore; he couldn’t bear to hear the heartbreak in y/n’s voice. And he did hear it. Even though she tried to cover it; lacing every word with venom. He could still hear it. And it broke him inside.

What makes him good enough to deserve someone like y/n? She was way better off without a messy relationship with him. A relationship that would inevitably end in heartbreak. Heartbreak for one of them. Because in this life, the life of a hunter, having your heart ripped to shreds by the loss of a loved one was part of the reality. He was so scared to allow himself something good.

Good? Why do I deserve good? He thought. Maybe death and loss are part of everyone’s reality. Maybe, just maybe he was making the pain worse by fighting this… Maybe she, like him, was also scared. Would she even feel the same if he told her? What would he say? That he’d been in love with her for, well, he wasn’t sure when it happened. They’d always playfully flirted with each other. Sometimes she stole his beer, took a few sips, and handed it back. He liked the idea of putting his lips where hers had been. Dean imagined about how she would taste. He- he needed to tell her. Tell her everything.

Why was he making himself so miserable? This had to end, he was being stupid. It was his own fault for not confessing sooner. Dean gathered his courage. In one fluid motion, taking y/n by surprise, he knelt beside her, took her hands in his, and turned her body to face him.

Dean looked up at y/n. There it was. A mixture of torment, sadness, and longing. All weakly camouflaged by an icy look in her eyes.

“Y/n, I-“ Dean froze. I, what? Come on, spit it out, man! You’ve got this. “I haven’t.” Haven’t what?! Words. What are words? “N- not once. Not since I- I realized…” shit. Dean froze again as y/n’s breath quickened. Her eyes wide, listening to him speak. Her nails unknowingly digging into his palms in nervous anticipation of what he was trying to say. Why couldn’t he just spit it out?!

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You feel your pulse racing. You’re hanging on to every word pouring from those perfect lips. Every. Word. As your gaze dances across painfully beautiful green eyes, your expression softens.

“Not since I realized I love you.” Dean finishes in a low, rough voice.

Your breath catches in your throat. Is this real? Are you breathing? Did Dean just say what you think you heard him say?

“Y/n, I love you. And I have for a long time now.”

You release a big breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Gently you lift his rough hands up to your mouth, brushing your lips across his calloused knuckles.

Unable to speak, you keep your hands on his as he reaches up to your cheek to wipe away a single tear. Am I crying?! You think to yourself. Apparently. Yes. The rush of emotion and relief that you’re feeling, knowing that he feels the same way that you feel keeps you tongue tied.

Your reaction to his words was the catalyst Dean needed to keep going. He continued, “I love you. I haven’t been with anyone for a while now. Not since I realized that you were right in front of me the whole time. Exactly what I’ve been searching for.” Dean was on both knees by this point.

As if Dean were searching for the next words he wanted to say, his head dropped down against his hands (which were still holding yours in your lap) and he drew a shuddering breath.

You could feel his soft hair against your leg. Why does he have to be so damn sexy?! As he composes himself, you reach out and run your fingers through his hair. His head jolts up at your touch. You smile at him, “I love you too, Dean. I just never knew you felt the same. Why are you only telling me now? Why hide it for so long?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you. Or lose you.” He whispered as he looked up at you through his lashes.

“Hurt me? Uh, didn’t ya think this whole ‘apparent unrequited love’ thing was killing me too?” you say sarcastically with a smirk. But in truth, that wasn’t fair to Dean. Because he didn’t know how you felt either. You’d never told him. Sure, you always flirted with each other and you found him insanely attractive and hot. Especially when he got protective over you during a hunt, or some creep at the bar. How many nights did the two of you stay up laughing at each other’s stupid jokes and throwing back a few beers? You’d always enjoyed each other’s company.

You repeat yourself, but softer this time, with longing in your voice. “Why now, Dean? Please. Tell me.”

“Because I was tired of denying myself the one good thing that ever came into my life.” He said heatedly. “Because I can’t think when I’m around you. You drive me absolutely fucking crazy, y/n. I can’t sleep without thinking of you. I can’t eat, hell, I can’t even put a beer to my lips without wishing it was you that I had at my lips. I want. No. I need you in my life. By my side. I need to - taste you. Breathe you. Y/n, I know I’m not the only one that feels this way. I see it in your eyes, I see the way you look at me. And I’m scared shitless of how deep these feelings go. This-“ Dean gestured between the two of you, “Is something that I never even knew it was possible to feel.

Without skipping a beat, Dean put his hand behind your head and pulled you into his lips. It was a tender kiss. Gentle, soft. You could feel the fire growing inside you. He felt so good. Your hands found the stubble on either cheek as you kissed him back. His tongue slipped inside your mouth and found yours.

The kiss became more forceful, and full of need. You didn’t want it to stop. It couldn’t stop. If it did stop, that may be the end of the world as you know it.

Dean stood, pulling you up with him as he wrapped both arms tight around your waist. He began running his hands over every surface of your body he could reach. He pulled you flush with his body, never breaking apart your lips. You could feel the heat radiating off him. You ran your hands down his powerfully muscular back. This. This man. Him. Dean. Dean is what you want.

Dean broke the kiss apart. “I love you, y/n. I love you so damn much it hurts.” He said, his voice breaking.

“I love you too, Dean.” You say, smiling up at his face, tangling your fingers in his hair.

With a small grunt, Dean lifts you up by your ass and you instinctually wrap your legs around his hips. You feel a growing bulge in his jeans. You pull his face back in to yours. You can’t think straight, you want him so bad, you can taste it. Your core is aching with need. The need for him growing more intense. Only he can quench this fire burning you up.

Dean carries you clumsily down the hall to your room. Your arms still entwined around each other, holding each other together, holding the universe together.

Once inside Dean puts you down and you both stand there, staring at each other, breathing heavily. You both suddenly fly towards each other. Grabbing and pulling clothes, pulling each other’s lips down hard on your own. You unbutton Deans blue jeans and he unclasps your bra. Your t shirt and shorts long forgotten somewhere on the floor.

The feeding frenzy of ripping each other’s clothes off slows to a savory pace as you tug and pull off Deans pants, leaving nothing to hold down the massive tent in Dean’s boxers.

He pulls the straps of your bra from your shoulders, slowly. When the cold air hits your nipples, they perk instantly Dean lets out a sharp hiss. “Oh, y/n.” He teases the soft flesh. First with his thumb, then with his mouth. As you feel his tongue against your skin, you let out a sigh of pleasure. His eyes dart up to your face. He lifts his head and softly kisses you on the mouth. “I would love nothing more than to throw you onto this bed and fuck you senseless right now.” Dean said with a growl, but then his expression softened. “But if this is too much, we can stop. You’re in charge… as per usual.” Dean laughs at his own joke and you playfully smack him on the arm, grinning.

“Hey now!” you say laughing, “I’m not always in charge when we do hunts.”

Dean rolls his eyes and says sarcastically, “Yea, ok. Sure…”

You lean in and plant a kiss on his neck, “Well, I guess – since – I’m the one – in charge,” you say playfully between kisses. Trailing them down his chest and belly, stopping at his boxers. His erection obvious. “Then, I’ll accept nothing less than-“, you pull his boxers down revealing his full length. You flash your eyes up to his. He’s hungrily watching you, “-being fucked senseless.” You say as you take him into your mouth.

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She was so fucking beautiful. Perfect. The most perfect thing he’d ever seen. As y/n started bringing her kisses down his torso, Dean could feel his erection stiffen even harder. When she stopped to pull down his boxers, he could feel his shaft weeping with anticipation.

He was so worried that he had crossed a line earlier. It totally took him by surprise that y/n wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

“Well, I guess, since I’m the one in charge, I’ll accept nothing less than being fucked senseless.” Y/n said as she looked up at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. Damn! She was so hot. Dean had never been this riled up by anyone before. Oh, if that’s what you want, Baby, then that’s what I’m gonna-

Dean wasn’t able to finish his thought stream. Y/n had taken his whole length into her mouth. “Oh FUCK!” Dean screamed out, grabbing y/n by the hair. He slowly began to guide her head at the pace he wanted. Her tongue, her mouth, her! She was about to make him come already. Dean pulled himself out of her mouth. “Bed. Now.” He commanded with a sly smile.

Y/n laughed, “whatever you say, Baby.” As she climbed onto the bed, she did a dramatically slow striptease style crawl that made Dean’s erection throb.

Dean crawled up her body, kissing every inch of her he could reach. Y/n made a little pleasurable whine as dean kissed her thighs while he pulled down her lacy black thong. Her center was absolutely dripping wet. Dean wanted to live between those perfect thighs. Spend years there, never come back to reality. Was time even moving at all? What day is it? What year is it? He didn’t care. None of those things mattered. None of it mattered because he had his y/n. His. Mine.

The only thing that existed was the two of them.

Dean dove his face between y/n’s thighs to her soft center. She tasted like Spring sunshine. Dean took his time, savoring every shudder that ran through her perfect body. Every gasp, scream, and moan that came out of her perfect mouth. She was getting close to coming.

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Your whole body is on the brink. Every move dean makes brings you closer to the edge. You need this release and you need Dean to give it to you. You feel yourself climbing, building, then suddenly – the earth shatters around you. You scream “Dean! Oh, DEAN!”

Dean keeps going while you ride out the high, he slowly brings you back down. You sigh, “Dean that- that was- I-“ you have no words. He seems to understand what you’re trying to say because he smiles.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Your heart and core flutter at his words.

He climbs between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance. You place your hands on his hips and start to guide him in. With one smooth powerful thrust, he slides his whole length inside you, filling you up, stretching you in the most delicious way. You both gasp. He smiles and kisses your forehead.

His pumps start slow at first, then become more deliberate, more powerful. You love the protectively dominate power he radiates as he’s on top of you. Dean is a MAN. And he feels good. He feels so damn good. You start to feel yourself building again to what you knew would be another earth-shattering orgasm.

Dean found his rhythm and savored every movement, every stroke. He could stay here for ages.

As you feel yourself building, your need for him grows stronger. Dean... He was yours. And you were greedy for more of him. As his rhythm quickened, you dug your nails into his ass pulling his thrusting hips toward you with more force at each thrust. He catches the hint.

Without ever breaking the two of you apart, he flips you over onto all fours and doesn’t hold back. His urgency makes you cry out in pleasure. “Baby, yes! That’s it!”

“You want more? You want me to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before?”

“YES!” you scream, reaching around and slapping his thigh. That does it. He unleashes himself. You hear him roar with pleasure, holding onto you so tightly, pulling you against him so fast and hard. The sound of flesh slapping echoed around the room mixed with both your cries of pleasure.

“Baby, I’m about to come!” you pant.

“Come on. Come for me Baby.” Dean says breathlessly. “I want to know that I’m the one to make you come.”

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Dean was talking out of his mind in the throes of ecstasy. The thought of y/n coming… of him coming inside her, was throwing him over the edge. Just as he felt himself going over, he felt y/n tighten around him.

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Just as you feel Dean twitching inside you, you feel yourself tighten around him. The sheer power of your shared climax hit you both like a freight train.

When you felt him pull out, you felt empty with his warmth gone. Dean lays back on the pillows and pulls you into his arms. You settle yourself in the warmth and comfort of his body. Dean absent mindedly plays with your hair as you lay your head on his chest and you both breathe heavily while you float back down to reality.

“Dean?” you say softly.

“Mmm?”

“That was amazing. Absolutely amazing.”

Dean chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “Glad I could be of service.”

He’s such a smartass, you think to yourself laughing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more honest with you either.” You say, picking up your conversation from earlier. “I know I’m partly to blame for this dance we’ve been doing around each other for - who knows how long.”

“No, you were right. I should have just nutted up and told you how I felt. It just crushes me to think that I was causing you pain because you thought I was seeing other people.”

You absent mindedly draw circles on his chest with your finger. “I don’t know, I suppose we’re both to blame. I mean, look at this mind-blowing sex we could have been having all this time.”

This coaxes a real laugh out of Dean, and you feel his chest moving up and down from the laughter. But then he stops and you see a seriousness wash over his face. The same pain you saw in his eyes earlier, but maybe – perhaps you are imaging it – less pain, more - hope?

“I meant everything I said earlier.” Dean says in a husky, deep voice. “I am scared shitless to lose you, or to know that I’d be the source of your pain if you ever lost me. I mean, hell we’re hunters, we know how this ends eventually.” Still holding you tight, Dean continues, “I guess, If I’ve got one life to live, even if it’s a short one, I want you by my side. Always. I want you. All of you. The sassy you. The smartass you. The bossy you. The…” he paused to run his thumb across your lips, “The incredibly sexy you that I can’t keep my hands off of.” Dean smiles “I didn’t know that happiness like this, or these – feelings - were even possible to feel. And that’s just it. You made me feel. You pulled me out of a darkness that I didn’t even know I was in. You made me – free.”

#dean winchester #supernatural #SPN #spnfandom #dean winchester SPN #smut #angst #hunters #idiots in love #fluff #sad dean #sexy dean #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x y/n #y/n #dean winchester x reader

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razorblade180 · 3 years

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Interdimensional Moms: Bonus

Part 4 here<-

After many tears and tissue boxes, all members of team RWBY had finally stopped crying. Blake was the best off with her eyes a little red while Ruby was the complete opposite. The girl’s face was still rather red and her eyes were puffy. She hadn’t even completely stopped sniffling yet; much like tear marked partner. Yang on the other hand rested her head on the table. She had cried hard enough to giver herself a minor headache. She was completely drained.

Yang:Ugh, this blows! I thought this was gonna be a fun learning experience.

Blake:We definitely learned. It just so happens we had to poke at some.... extremely sensitive topics.

Weiss:I’m all for looking inward and self reflection but I’ve had my fill.

Ruby:Same. Should’ve kept the summary light.

Yang:No, I’m glad you got that off your chest. We just need a way to lighten the mood.

Blake:.....I kicked Weiss’s butt in a tournament.

RWY:......What?

Blake:During the time spent training for Salem, another tournament was held between the schools. It had team matches and singles. I kicked Weiss’s butt in my fourth round. It was a good day.

Weiss:How is that lightening mood!?

Blake:Listen, it was a big deal! I never thought I was gonna win the whole tournament but I really wanted to beat you. I love you but your head gets a little big when you’re on a roll for too long; plus I just really didn’t want to lose. I always felt a bit of rivalry between us.

Yang:Hehe, is that you’re way of saying “It would look bad to lose to a Schnee?”

Blake:Well it would!

Ruby:Hehehe.

Yang:Wait, does that mean we went back to school?

Blake:Yeah. It was pretty comforting. There was definitely a lot left to learn.

Yang:Weird. School kinda faded into the background.

Ruby:I went back to school. We all did actually. It was fast tracked by roughly a year but it was fun. We all got to pose in caps and gowns.

Weiss:Damn! I should’ve went back just for that. Unfortunately I was busy making rent and learning how to properly preheat a oven.

Yang:It’s like two buttons.

Weiss:Gas stove, and six years out of date.

Yang:Awww, you had to learn the hard way. I’m surprised and thankful you never left the gas on.

Weiss:There’s an alarm for that. Also I’m not irresponsible! Anyways, I mentioned similar tournaments earlier. I didn’t participate much but enough old videos of me in them were enough for to really light a fire under my kids. For awhile I was a bit concerned that they were just following a trend but they really love it. They used to always go around playing like knights when they were tiny.

Ruby:Carmine was a little different. She definitely always tried doing things I could but nothing got the girl jumping like seeing Yang’s horses or new ballet shoes. There wasn’t a morning when I didn’t hear a vase fall over or seeing her spin like a top. Carmine still hums some old routines when she isn’t paying attention.

Yang:Not too many memories of Yujin when she was pint size. But I do remember that wild child always loved using my bandannas for everything! Napkins, capes, ropes; anything but an actual bandanna. I used to get a bit upset with the napkin one but she’d always look at me with her big eyes and crazy hair. I never stayed mad.

Weiss:Softie.

Yang:She was like a pudgy puff ball! Fat cheeks and wholesome smiles. Ah! So adorable!

Weiss:I used to always have at least one of my kids on my hip when I was out and about. I think the media has a magazine amount of pictures of me at the park kissing my babies. Summer liked tummy rubs. She’d never go to sleep without one. Some nights I’d sing too but start to doze off so Jaune would have to take over.

Yang:*smiles* Speaking of Jaune.....

Ruby:No.

Yang:You don’t even know what I was-

Ruby:Were you about to suggest we compare our Jaune’s in the bedroom?

Yang:*red*......Well not just the bedroom! What’s the harm!? I just wanna know if he’s consistent across the board. No need to get detailed.

Weiss:You really never change no matter the world.

Yang:Can’t change greatness. It shows in any form!

Blake:He’s pretty compliant and accommodating. The benefits of being his first when I had prior knowledge I suppose.

Ruby:Don’t answer!

Blake:Why not? I’m comfortable with it.

Yang:Don’t listen to those two Blake. They’re just a bit more embarrassed since Jaune has literally been their one and only.

Blake:Huh, I never thought about it like that. Jaune would’ve been the first person you two opened up to on such a level; especially Weiss.

Yang:That’s still hilarious. All the protesting and somehow you found yourself stripping for the guy.

Weiss:Shut up! I already know! It was....I.... *blushing* emotions ran really high.

Ruby:An entire mental rollercoaster of thoughts and firsts happening all at once. Anxiety was high.

Yang:Heh, so you could say that Jaune Arc-

RW:Got through our walls. Hardy har har.

Yang:Shit, I am the same in every universe. Well I don’t have any reservations about it! *grinning* He makes me feel special every time!

Blake:Bottom.

Yang:I’m ignoring you.🎶

Ruby:Hehe, sounds about right. He...might make me feel a bit special as well.

Blake:Switch.

Ruby:How can you just guess off of that!?

Blake:It’s a gift.

Weiss:......

Blake:*smiling*

Weiss:Leave me alone.

Blake:I don’t know what has you embarrassed. You told us you’ve slept with everyone here except Ruby! I knew you were repressed but geez.

Weiss:For your information it wasn’t my idea! It was yours!

Blake:Not surprising. Let’s switch the topic. How is this other child of mine? Can’t picture me having a daughter.

Weiss:Veronica is very sensitive. Even if she tries to act like she isn’t. One time when she was tiny, a soccer ball hit her straight in the face and she sprung up saying “I’m fine!” Then you took her behind the bleachers to patch her up; tears all on her face. It both breaks my heart and very adorable to see her act fine while her ears are folded back.

Ruby:Your other son Kovu was a bit of cry baby. Partly my fault. Carmine kept beating him up and making fun of him.

Blake:What!?

Yang:Ha! Wait, that’s my kid too. How the heck!? Are you telling me you raised the rowdy child and I got the baby?

Ruby:Yang you’re a baby. I’m like twice as rowdy compared to you. A nevermore got worked day one at school.

Weiss:She has a point. You cry the most out of any of us.

Yang:Wha- that not- how....shut up! *pouts* I’m not that touchy.

Ruby:Kovu is a sweetie and not a cry baby. Carmine is just a little mean when she tries to care about others. She beat him up in an attempt to make Kovu give up dreaming about being a huntsman. That way he wouldn’t be in such a dangerous job. Reasonable logic but you know, a little over the top. Almost broke his arm. Boy did I chew her out. All it did was make him want to try harder.

Yang:Fantastic. I shouldn’t expect less from my own blood. I bet Yujin would like him. Which reminds me, anybody have kids in relationships?

RWB:We’re working on it.

The three women paused briefly before laughing at their meddling. Yang could only admire and fear her friends.

Yang:Should I be scared for your children?

Blake:Lucas needs someone to break up the routine in his life. I’m not saying he has to date her, but it would put a smile on my face.

Ruby:Carmine takes after me, not really thinking about stuff like relationships much. However, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t at all. Carmine tries her best to not act like she’s a teenaged girl with teenage wishes. But everyone sees right through it. I’m fine with her not being in one but I would like if she acknowledged that it’s okay to just....ugh, be normal! Why can nobody have normal knees in my life!?

Weiss:Nick likes Valerie who tries to deny she likes him by liking Summer, who doesn’t like her; while Veronica crushes on Nick who obviously has conflicting feelings.

RBY.....

Yang:Why is it always complicated with you?

Weiss:How is this my fau- okay it is a little bit.

Blake:Where do you stand?

Weiss:I think Valerie would be lovely for him.

Yang:What’s wrong with my baby girl!?

Blake:Yeah!?

Weiss:One, not yours. Two, have you met who I’m married to? Can’t really say he’s wasting his efforts. Though I wouldn’t be upset with Veronica. I think those two might be good for each other.

Blake:Any other bombshells people got?

Ruby:......

Ruby:Ilia is happily married.*sips coffee*

Blake:Oh that’s wonderful! I’m glad she found a loving wi-

Ruby:*smirks* To Sun.

Blake:....*stands up* I need, champagne!

A bottle of champagne poofs into existence with several glasses. Blake immediately pours everyone a glass before raising hers into the sky.

Blake:Ruby Rose, today you’ve erased guilt upon my conscious. I’m happy there’s one world where it seems all of my good exes get over me.

Ruby:Are the Ilia and Sun where you’re from miserable like Yang!?

Blake:No, but they kinda fumble in actually going for relationships. It just always makes me feel a little bad.

Yang:You can technically count two worlds. I’m fine, Ilia is dating a pretty secretary, and your one evil ex is now raising a morally good family.

Blake:You’re right! This calls for a double toast! To alternate universes! *puts glass down*

Weiss:Haha, aren’t you gonna drink it!?

Blake:No I’m still recovering; but how could I pass up the opportunity!? Man I wish I could attend that wedding! I don’t know if I’d be a bridesmaid or the best man!

Yang:You’re just gonna steal Neptune’s thunder like that?

Blake:Hey, Sun and I have taken bullets for each other and stab wounds. I think I deserve to be a little greedy and say I ride or die for that man just a little harder than Neptune.

Ruby:Geeeeeez Blake! Haha, I didn’t even tell you about the baby.

Blake:*visble excitement* Excuse me!?

RWY:*raises glass* Cheers.

Blake:CHEERS! What’s he like!?

xxxxx

Aero:AAAACHOOOO!

Carmine:Eugh! Cover your mouth! I don’t need to get sick.

Aero:Damn! What happened to uh I don’t know, “bless you!?”

Carmine:*pulls out tissues* Happy?

Aero:Where...why are those in you book bag?

Carmine:It’s flu season.

Aero:....I can’t tell if you’re the coolest person around or just a second mother.

Carmine:I can be both. My mom is arguably both but don’t tell her that. It’ll make her month and she’ll hug me too tight.

Aero:Bitch, you love hugs. Stop being difficult.

Carmine:Mmmm nah.

Aero:I feel bad for your mom.

Carmine:I feel bad for yours.

Aero:Hop off. You’re so childish.

Carmine:And yet you love me.

Aero:*red* In your dreams!

Carmine:It would make your day if I dreamed about you,wouldn’t it?

Aero:I hope you dream of spiders.

Carmine:We do not joke about that! *grabs him* Aero I will beat you up if I dream of them tonight! That’s just mean!

Aero:Stop crying ya baby. I could’ve said they were- ow!

Sun:*hitting him* Shut up and just kiss something! We’re trying to watch a game.

Aero and Carmine:We don’t like each other!

Jaune:With all do respect, that’s a lie. But please by all means Aero, continue not touching my daughter if you know what’s best for you. I don’t wanna have to fight you and your parents right afterwards.

Sun:Ilia would kill you.

Jaune:Yeah! That’s why I don’t want the fight! Much like Ruby, she’s short and terrifying. Her size holds the rage.

Ilia:*peeks in* Who’s talking shit?

JASC:Nobody, we love you!

Ilia:.....Got my eyes on you four. *holds Garnet up* and this one; the most well behaved in this bunch even with no nap.

Garnet:*fussy grumbling* I’m a ball of rage!

Ilia:You wanna nap?

Garnet:Yes!!!

Ilia:See, behaved. *walks away* don’t make me come back out here.

Carmine:....So do you like me because your mother is also imposing?

Aero:This is it, my evil origin story. It begins today.

xxxxx

Ruby:I admire his patience.

#rwby #the void #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #carmine arc rose #aero amitola #ilia amitola #sun wukong #rwby ships #rwby lancaster #rwby whiteknight #rwby dragonslayer #rwby knightshade

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pi-cat000 · 3 years

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BNHA: Kakashi dimension hops crossover (6)

Summary: Kakashi gets dumbed into the My Hero Academia universe through random plot devise.

Characters: Kakashi Hatake

Fandoms: My Hero Academia and Naruto

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence/injury

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As predicted, the day following the seal’s application is miserable. His chest is tight with almost anxiety, pins and needles run up and down his arms making his skin itch, and he is increasingly lethargic. All symptoms of a chakra imbalance and to be expected when one’s normal chakra replacement rate was thrown out. The sensations would pass once his body adjusted as they had with his sharingan.

He is eating three square meals a day, doing the bare minimum when it came to exercise routines and avoiding excess chakra use. It had been literal years since he had had this much bed rest. If he were ever going to slap a chakra collecting seal on himself, this was a perfect time. Okay, so maybe he should have steadily increased the chakra drain over the course of a few weeks for a smoother adjustment period. Hindsight and all that.

What mattered was that he would be fine, and he just had to wait it out. Bright side? No one had commented on the seal yet. Oh, he has definitely noticed serval people throwing the odd confused frown at his shoulder, but that was as far as anyone had gone in acknowledging it. His oh so clever strategy of acting like nothing was wrong worked so much better when he wasn’t surrounded by other shinobi and medic-nin.

“Your blood pressure is still too high. Are you sure you haven’t been experiencing any additional fatigue or other symptoms? Is something about the hospital causing additional stress? If there is something wrong, we should work on strategies to fix the problem.”

Well… it worked on everyone who wasn’t Wada. The man was irritatingly persistent in his doctoring. Apparently, the pressure of adjusting to an increased chakra drain wasn’t doing his body any favours.

“Maybe it’s a part of my quirk. High regeneration. High blood pressure.” Kakashi shrugs loosely not bothering to look up from HEROES and HEROINES May Issue. Unlike his previous reading material, people gave him odd looks when they saw him reading these magazines which immediately upped their entertainment value 100-fold.

Wada undoes the compression sleeve he had been using to measure Kakashi’s blood pressure, lecturing as he goes, “From what I can tell your cells produce more energy-rich molecules, ATP, NADH, then is typical, increasing cellular functions. Where your cells are getting the energy to produce these molecules, I have no idea seeing as you eat about the same amount as any baseline human. What I can safely say is that it should not influence your blood pressure. If anything, your blood pressure should be a bit lower than average. Now don’t dodge the question.”

He pauses, waiting for Kakashi to cave and suddenly confess. Kakashi, an old hat at dodging medical questions, continues reading unperturbed.

“I’ve been at this for over 30 years. An attack like the one you suffered is understandably traumatic, not to mention the stress of severe amnesia. I’m sure, whatever is bothering you, I’ve heard it before.”

Kakashi very much doubts that. “I feel fine.”

Wada huffs, unconvinced, “Young men. You all think that admitting you have a problem is a sign of weakness. High blood pressure can damage your heart and lead to problems later in life so finding the cause is important.” Good thing a shinobi life spans tended to max out around 30. The odds of him making it to an age where he’d have to worry about the long-term effects of anything were pretty low. He doesn’t voice this opinion, continuing to read.

Wada continues talking with greater gusto, “No matter, I’ll prescribe you something for stress hopefully that’ll help with your blood pressure. However, this is no replacement for healthy habits both physical and mental. You should consider professional therapy.”

Kakashi snorts. Yeah, that sounds about right.

“Oh, you think that’s funny do you,” Wada makes to grab HEROES and HEROIENS and he lets the doctor pull the magazine free from his hand. It gives him a good view of the man’s irate expression.

“No, of course not.” Kakashi attempts to placate and gets a light smack over the head with said magazine for his troubles.

“There is no shame in pursuing a healthy mind!”

“Weren’t we going to test my quirk today?” He complains to derail the current line of questioning.

“I have half a mind to put it off and have you rest another week,” is threatened before Wada’s stern expression relaxes, “Lucky for you, I’ve booked you into serval tests that can’t be rescheduled.”

Kakashi breaths out dramatically. He thinks Wada might have made a good medic-nin if he had lived in Konoha. Sure, he is a little too trusting, but he was also not above pestering his patients into taking better care of themselves. Sakura would approve.

The doctor, with the assistance of an attending nurse he hadn’t bothered to learn the name of, helps Kakashi out of his bed and into a wheelchair, ignoring his protests about his leg being all but healed.

“You’re to avoid putting weight on it until you start physical therapy,” Wada snaps at his continued complaints, “You’ll need to be careful, extended bed rest and surgery can leave your muscles weakened. Also, leave that magazine behind. You’re doing eye tests when do you think you’ll have time to read!”

Kakashi doesn’t push the matter further, resigning himself to being wheeled down the hospital halls like the invalid he was pretending to be. It is not like Wada knew about his frequent excursions to the roof or the fact that he has been running through strengthening exercises on his own time for several weeks now. Best he keeps that information to himself.

Partway down the hall, he pulls out HEROES and HEROIENS from where he had slipped it into his shirt, enjoying Wada’s exasperated expression. Of course, he stops reading when the doctor threatens to start lecturing again. The man could definitely talk when given the chance.

Wada and the nurse take wheel him to a set of double-door elevators which take them down several floors below the ground level. The hallway they exit of a mirror of every other hospital hallway. Grey and white walls, pale blue lino floor and bright fluorescent overhead lights. The only difference is that this hallway is lined with heavy-looking metal doors. From snooping through patient files, he knows that all quirk tests are carried out in specially designated underground ‘safety rooms.’ That doesn't make him any more thrilled about being several stories underground. It cut down on his escape roots.

“These are some of the more secure recovery wards in the hospital,” Wada explains as their little group stops at a small reception desk where the doctor taps away at a computer screen, “they’re mostly for treating patients with unstable quirks.” Kakashi maintains a neutral expression, accepting the explanation.

Wada wheels him up to a steel door, swiping his ID card which also doubled as a key to many areas of the hospital. The heavy door is automated and slides open. A lot of the doors in the hospital operate this way and always made sneaking around slightly more troublesome.

Inside walls and floor are plain white and there is an odd number of tables and chairs pushed to one side out of the way. Everything stinks of disinfectant. On the far wall is a single solitary painting of a tree in a field, the only splash of colour in an otherwise depressingly sparse room. A poor attempt at living up the space. The opposite wall sports a rectangular, reflective surface which was probably some sort of observation booth. Well, if being underground hadn’t put him on edge, this obvious confinement room definitely did the job. Kakashi eyes the space. Worse comes to worst, he could use the kamui and remove the adjoining hallway wall then climb his way out through the elevator shaft. There are only two other people in the room with him and one woman at the reception desk, all were most likely unenhanced with quirks unsuited to combat, easily removed. He doesn’t let his body language reflect his unease. He is just a little on edge because the new seal is messing with his body’s natural homeostasis. If this is a trap there would have been other signs of deception before now.

“Yes, I know it might seem like a whole lot of fuss just to run through a few flashcards,” Wada comments, oblivious to Kakashi’s poor mood. He waves to his assisting nurse who wheels over and lowers one of the metallic tables so Kakashi doesn’t have to move from his wheelchair. “But it’s a standard safety procedure when an unknown quirk is involved. Trust me, this is a lot easier than travelling to an external testing range.”

Wada stops to give Kakashi a once over, frowning, “How much do you know about your quirk sub-type?”

Kakashi shrugs, “Nothing much.”

“Ah,” The doctor’s frown grows, and he grimaces, “Of course you don’t.” A sigh.

“Typically, ocular quirks will act to enhanced sight in some way or improve base level memorisation and recall ability. It is also common to have a replicating function, allowing the user to produce some sort of copy of things they see. In rarer cases, ocular quirks result in precognitive abilities.” Wada explanation falters, “They can also have a line-of-sight emitter effect, such as laser vision, optical blasts, a few instances of mind control and other mental effects. These can also be incredibly dangerous if the user isn’t in control. There have even been instances where whole buildings have been levelled.”

“I see.” He supposes Wada's irritation at this private 'quirk' testing made a bit more sense. A doctor faced with an unknown and possibly dangerous ability would be annoyed if said patient went about experimenting without taking safety precautions.

“I should have checked whether you knew the dangers instead of just assuming. Apologies. That is my own error.”

He peers at Kakashi, almost guilty now, “and you don’t have a phone either so there would have been no way for you to research quirks yourself.”

“Ah,” Kakashi rubs the back of his head not likening how torn up the other man seems to be seeing as Kakashi had ever been in any real danger. “Don’t worry about it,” he reassures.

His reassurances land flat, the doctor still frowning, “I’ll see if I can get you access to the internet somehow.”

Privately, Kakashi adds 'research' to the list of functions ‘phones’ apparently provided and 'internet' to his growing list of terms to investigate.

Wada sighs again. “Regardless, let’s get these tests done first.” He places a thick folder labelled National Standard for Registration: Kit Type 3 alongside one of those portable keyboard-less computers the doctors tended to carry around. “Hold on, been a while since I’ve done one of these. Need to find the rights files. Ah, here we go. First, these rooms are monitored, and all tests are recorded. The data collected is confidential, accessible only to the patient and physician unless doing so causes the patent harm. Information regarding quirk function and use is shared with the Registry Office. You have a right to stop testing at any point. You got that?”

Kakashi grunts, his already poor mood souring further. He is not sure he wants the hospital - or anyone - keeping records of anything sharingan related.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Wada continues unperturbed, a testament to his serval weeks of trying to doctor Kakashi, “remember to let me know if you’re experiencing any discomfort. Don’t want you busting anymore blood vessels.

Kakashi lets out a tired breath, “Sure.” The sooner they left this room the better.

“We’ll test memory and vision first to compare to your baseline, then we’ll run through the replication and precognitive tests just in case.”

The nurse, who had been on the opposite side of the room waves, “All ready over here.” There is now a large poster with letters of varying sizes hung on the wall. He recognises the chart from his previous eye tests.

“Okay, let’s start with just uncovering it. Make sure you’re looking away from me as a precaution.”

Kakashi resists rolling his non- sharingan eye at the obvious instruction, shifting his attention to the poster on the wall. He flips his padded eyepatch up with his index finger so it partially rests on his forehead. All the letters, no matter the size, immediately snap into sharp focus. Nothing spontaneously combusts under his gaze. When he glances at the painting of the tree, he can now see a lack of brush texture, suggesting that it wasn’t a painting but a print of some sort. With that useless information now forever etched into his memory, he turns back to examine at Wada.

The sharingan picks out all the wrinkles and pores lining the older face. It focuses in on minuscule muscle movements as the man’s expression shifts from professional and accommodating to curious. The doctor’s fingers twitch ever so slightly over his computer. Most likely an unconscious habit. The man’s breath is slightly uneven like his chest can’t smoothly expand, suggesting some sort of lung problem. A past smoking habit perhaps? Nothing threatening is revealed.

“Doctor.” Kakashi prompts when Wada spends a little too long staring back at him. The sharingun did have a weak hypnotic effect, encouraging extended eye contact to help catch targets in genjutsu. Kakashi rarely uncovered his eye in the presence of civilians so he doesn’t know if the effect is more pronounced or if Wada is just curious.

Wada blinks, “Well…I certainly see where the ‘wheel’ description comes from.” He spends a second more staring then turns to start writing notes and tapping away at his computer screen. “I wonder if those spinning tomoe are purely cosmetic or if they have some other function because they are certainly fascinating to look at. There is also faint bioluminescence to the eye which is a common feature of ocular quirks…”

Honestly, the blatant eye contact is weird. Even his closest allies tended to avoid looking at his sharingan out of habit - expect for Naruto who was an outlier in almost everything - for understandable reasons. He thinks the people here would also exercise caution if an ocular abilities included mind control or exploding a person through eye contact. But no, Wada just goes right ahead and stares. A few seconds later and the unnamed nurse is also looking curiously at his eye. … …

Aside from redoing a standard eye exam, Kakashi runs through a marathon of flashcards to test both his memory and then precognitive abilities. The tests are done with lights on then in the dark and Kakashi is given a perfect 20/20 and an enhancement score of ‘15 grades above average’ for both. There are also several pages worth of words and numbers in progressively complex arrangements to test his information retention. Of course, everything is easily remembered with the sharingun active.

“Well, it seems to give general across the board vision enhancement alongside perfect recall and retention,” Wada finally concludes as he records all Kakashi’s results, “Of course, we’ll have to re-test retention in a few days so see if the information degrades over an extended period and we don’t know whether your quirk effects your long distance eyesight, but, for now, this appears to be all. The link between your quirked eye and the regenerative side-effect is still unknown. Odd that we couldn’t trigger any ‘copy’ function considering the quirks name though ‘copy’ could also be a reference to memorisation. If any other features do reveal themselves make sure you alert a medical professional.”

… …

Kakashi despises the process of getting an MRI with a heated passion. He hates having to lie prone in a loud confined space. It is the height of discomfort, making him tense up and clench his jaw. It is only the fact that Kakashi had researched and mentally prepared himself for the experience that stops him from accidentally snapping someone’s neck.

“We’ll have the results back in a few days,” Wada informs once the trying ordeal is over with, “From there we’ll update the Registry so you’re properly in the system. Speaking of which, have you made any progress on remembering a surname? I need something for the forms.”

“Hatake,” he grunts, too irritated to bother evading - he just wants to return to his room and wait out the side effects of his seal in peace- the question like he had every other time the man asked, “I think I prefer Kakashi though.”

It wasn’t like the name meant anything here and, who knows, maybe someone would come looking for him. This way they would have a trail to follow.

#bnha #bnha fanfic #naruto #boku no academia #CrossOver #kakshi hatake #dimension travel AU #fanfiction #my hero academia #more hospital stuff #probably a bunch of medical inaccuracies #quirk biology #quirk stuff #world building

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trashytummiez · 3 years

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King Shark doing a coke and mentos bloat and getting burpy and full? 0///0

“Does anyone actually not know what this stuff does when combined yet?” King Shark asked skeptically. He didn’t want to get his hoodie all sticky so he was only wearing a pair of dorky shark patterned swim trunks that left his beefy but chubby upper body wholly exposed.

“Yeah but we dunno what this stuff does t’sharks yet!” Harley exclaimed excited when she gave King Shark a few big bottles of cola and several packs of mentos.

“I have a feeling it’s not gonna be much different. And I don’t like throwing up thank you very much,” King Shark said nervously.

“You’ll be fine, King! Ya got a tummy of iron and marshmallows!” Harley confidently declared and patted King Shark’s chubby tummy. It jiggled from the pat and made him blush.

“If you say so Harley.”

He was about to start but Harley stopped him. “OOH! OOH! Lemme film this first! We’re gonna make history here with the first shark t’ever do the coke’n mentos challenge!” She fumbled in her tight pocket but managed to yank out her cellphone so she could start filming.

King Shark rubbed his thick neck uncertainly.

“O-Okay...here goes...”

Usually someone would crack open a bottle and start chugging but that’s not what King shark did. Instead he grabbed every single packet of mentos and just dropped them all in his giant jaws not even having to take the wrapper off or chew. He just dumped them all into his mouth and let them spill down his throat. Then he grabbed one of the bottles and bit the top off so he could guzzle the full contents of the cola unabated by the narrow bottle top.

King Shark squeezed the bottle so every last drop rushed down his gullet and made his stomach churn and bubble noisily. He tossed the empty bottle aside and groaned massaging his tummy. Then he grabbed another bottle and did the same by biting the top and pouring all of its fizzy contents down his throat all at once. The bubbling and gurgling that churned out of King Shark’s stomach only got louder after that. He was already pretty fat but now his belly was beginning to look a little rounder when all that soda began to react to the mentos.

Setting the empty crinkled bottle down King Shark released a huge burp then covered his mouth and blushed.

Harley giggled. “Good one, King! I could definitely beat that if I wanted to though but nah this is yer day! And we wanna get all the sodas in you this time!"

King Shark groaned a little and rubbed his aching tummy while it noisily gurgled a storm of gassy bubbles.

“Ungh, these experiments don’t feel like they do much besides abuse the body for clicks...” King Shark complained while rubbing his belly.

“That’s half’uh youtube right there, King!” Harley chimed.

King shark shrugged despite his grumbling tummy. “You got me there.”

He nervously grabbed another bottle and unscrewed the top to drain its fizzy contents. The shark was gulping so rapidly that the inside of his throat could be heard wetly squelching with every pass of soda that flowed down his gullet. After it was empty King Shark crushed the bottle and groaned while his larger tummy groaned even louder.

King shark took a moment to rub his belly hoping to settle it before he took in any more soda. He slowly breathed out while he rubbed with his webbed hand. Then King Shark released another giant burp.

BAAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRROOOOOOOHP!!!!

Harley giggled hysterically.

King shark covered his mouth and blushed excusing himself.

When he reached down to grab another bottle all the soda in his stomach audibly sloshed and made his belly jiggle a little. That sloshy movement in his tummy made the sharks stomach release another gas bubble. King Shark brought a fist to his mouth and muffled a long burp in his cheeks. He blushed and groaned after, then patted his fatter tummy which jiggled under his hand and made him burp again.

He unscrewed the next bottle at Harley’s insistence and got to work chugging it down. His stomach filled up with more soda and carbonation. It was a really uncomfortable feeling the way it made his stomach sag and all bubbly. King Shark wasn’t used to that feeling. He played video games online all the time and even then he didn’t have nearly this much soda in his tummy. It was enough to make him feel green in his literal gils.

And he eats people!

After downing the bottle King Shark burped enormously but he was too miserable to even excuse himself anymore.

Then he grabbed more mentos and downed them like he did the last ones by just dumping them down his jaws all at once.

Harley eagerly rushed up to King shark and rested her camera right against his very bloated belly. The mentos were reacting in such a way that the inside of King Shark’s round stomach was fizzing crazily. It was like the mentos were being dissolved in rapid time which only made the sharks stomach itself even noisier than it already was.

“Wow listen to that, internet!” Harley marveled.

Another deep burp rolled out of King shark from all the bubbling in his tummy.

“Listen t’that too!” Harley insisted with amusement. “That’s noisier than I’ve ever heard a tummy get before! And Ivy turned into a giant that one time’n ate some dudes!”

King shark whined and massaged his noisy tummy uncomfortably. “Harley can I stop now? I don’t feel so good...”

“Aww poor sharky.” Harley took her camera off of King Shark’s stomach and she could still pick up all the gassy sounds it was making. “Got any closin’ remarks ya wanna say to the internet?”

Poor King Shark’s belly gurgled so heavily that it almost sounded angry. And before he could say anything King shark involuntarily released yet another massive burp in Harley’s direction. It was so strong that it blew the camera right out of her hands.

“Could I get that in writing?” Harley asked while she simultaneously rang out her ear and fanned the air around her to smell less like soda and the inside of King Shark’s stomach with a hint of minty freshness.

She walked over to grab and turn off her camera.

King Shark just sat down on the couch and rubbed his aching bloated belly. He huffed exhaustedly to himself and whimpered. “Unnnngh, Harley a shark is never supposed to feel this bubbly...”

“On the bright side ya did great!” Harley chirruped. She sat down on the couch next to King shark then as thanks she started rubbing his belly. It was really round after so much soda. But because it was all liquids not only was it really jiggly but it sagged more than usual. She gently ran her hands up the bloated slick curve of King shark’s almost silk-feeling flesh. It actually felt very oddly satisfying in her hands. Almost like those rubbery slimes kids got from quarter machines but way more of it in her hands.

Harley continued to gently massage his bubbling tummy all over as best she could. Her hands rubbed little circles into the side of his tummy facing her direction. One hand drifted down to his underbelly and caressed it. that part of King shark’s tummy was even softer and more delicate feeling than the rest of his bulging stomach.

King Shark groaned. He was still feeling miserable from all that soda but it felt good having his belly tended to by Harley.

Of course it was still incredibly noisy. So much that Harley couldn’t help rest her ear against King Shark’s belly and listen to it gurgling. King Shark blushed.

“Seriously dude that is the noisiest tummy I’ve ever heard.”

She started leaning a little against King Shark’s stomach due to how much larger he was than her. But the added pressure was still enough to make a large burp erupt from King shark’s mouth.

BRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHP!!!!

Harley giggled because that burp actually made King Shark’s belly jiggle around under Harley herself.

“Wow ya really are burpy!”

King Shark thumped his chest and burped again. “HOOOUUURRP!!! Ohhh. Too much soda does that, Harley.”

“Well maybe gettin’ all the bubbles out’ll make yer tummy less rumbly bumbly!” And she demonstrated her point by pressing down on King Shark’s belly which resulted in another loud, lengthy burp rolling out of the blushing and bloated shark. “C’mon, get it outta there!”

King Shark was embarrassed. He wasn’t shy about burping but he usually only did that when no one was around. Or it was just him and his clanmates online. But then again Harley burped all the time and Ivy was no slouch either.

So despite his embarrassment King Shark brushed Harley’s hands aside and brought his meaty hands down onto his round tummy. He kneaded into it and sloshed it around mildly. Once he’d stirred enough gas around King Shark slapped his belly hard and released a burp that actually made the ground itself shake.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHUUUUUUURRRRROOOOOOOOOORRRRHP!!!!!!!!

The whole room reeked of soda after that burp ended ten seconds later.

King Shark sighed heavily with relief and patted his belly.

“Ohhhhhhh that felt good...”

Harley giggled and nudged King Shark’s jostling tummy. “Ya see? Toldja!”

BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAUUUHP!!!! King shark burped hard from the sudden push to his turbulent tummy. He covered his mouth but couldn’t help from giggling himself. “Well, when you’re right you’re right. Guess that’s why you’re the boss.”

Harley beamed proudly at that. “Damn tootin’! And don’tchu ever forget it! And as the boss...”

Harley rushed to the kitchen which confused King Shark.

Until she returned with two more sodas.

“...I say we bring the roof down with a good ol’ fashioned burpin’ contest!”

“Harley if I drink any more soda I’m definitely gonna throw up. And I hate throwing up more than I hate the level 10 dungeon boss in World of Warland!”

“Good thing these’re both fer me then!” Harley piped. She set those bottles down and playfully slapped the side of King Shark’s belly which made him hiccup loudly. “With all that soda already in yer tummy I gotta make us even somehow, right?”

King Shark’s nervous frown left him when he heard that. He wrapped his hands around his round tummy protectively and drummed his clawed fingers atop it in thought. But then he eventually grinned back at Harley despite his initial embarrassment. “Well in that case, bring it on, boss!”

#kink fic #king shark #harley quinn #harleen quinn #burping #bellyache #bloating #belly rub

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years

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//the third spring. miya atsumu//

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: None

Notes: pspspsps someone give me motivation to finish my art project

PART I. II. III. IV.

There was not a single thing that could ruin this perfect spring day. The sun was high in the sky without a single cloud in sight. It was warm and bright and nothing could ruin Atsumu’s mood, not even the nervous twisting of his stomach or the clamminess of his palms. You just looked so pretty and the smile on your face as the soft breeze tossed your hair around was the only sight that he wanted to see for the rest of his days.

The clear skies and the new blossoms of flowers in every direction never failed to bring a new shine to your eyes that Atsumu found utterly enchanting, leaving him to count down the days to when he could see it again. Each year when he woke up to the grass starting to take back its green color and the trees beginning to sport new leaves, it was as if his day was instantly made whenever the sun would seep through the blinds to welcome him to a brand new spring day.

The park in which he took you on your first date, where you had your first kiss, where he had been bogged down by allergies, had become a favorite spot for the both of you. The cherry blossoms that lined the paths had become so much more than just trees full of flowers, they had become little beautiful pieces of memories that were sprinkled throughout your time together. They represented all of the laughs the two of you had shared, your body falling against his as you were overcome by giggles. They were the way that you would always scoop the petals up by the handful just to sprinkle them over his head, more than one slipping into his shirt, making your boyfriend jump and dance while he tried to become blossom-free again. They were the familiarity of lazy morning kisses pressed against his shoulder, the softness of your hand in his, the feeling of your fingers absently entangling in his hair whenever you were seated next to him on the couch, some show playing in the background.

Atsumu had your sandals in one hand, yours in the other. You hadn’t been wearing the shoes for thirty minutes before complaining that they were torturing your feet. You said that the straps were rubbing your ankles and the absolutely miserable pout on your face was enough to have him leaning down to help you out of the strappy shoes.

“Didn’t I tell ya’ that they looked uncomfortable?” He joked, looking up at you as he slid your shoe off your foot.

You whined, playfully smacking the top of his head and offering him your other foot when prompted. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Whatever you say, Princess.”

You just looked more at peace with the soft grass hitting the soles of your feet, feeling the coolness of the ground with each step. Even after all of these years, you still had the ability to steal every ounce of air from his lungs with one look, one smile. It was a feeling that he never thought he would experience. He’d heard other people talk about that feeling of being on cloud nine, like you’re constantly dreaming, as if there wasn’t anything that could tear down your good mood, and for years he had believed that it was impossible to feel that way about any one person. But, then, three springs ago, you had walked into his life without even realizing that you had his heart beating out of his chest and had him constantly checking to see if his hair looked alright, making sure that he sat up a little straighter and smiled a little wider just to get your attention. And he realized that if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. Atsumu wanted to remain in this blissfulness with you for as long as he could.

You tugged gently at his hand, no words exchanged, you just urged him to follow you down towards the shore of the pond where the ducks piddled about, shaking out their feathers as they swam. You didn’t even give him a heads up before you plopped yourself down on the grass, pulling him down rather ungracefully to sit beside you. As if there was a magnet connecting the two of you, your head immediately found his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him to fidget with the tips of his fingers.

Atsumu hums lightly, planting a gentle kiss to your temple, the slight chill of the spring breeze racing across your bare shoulders, huddling closer to your boyfriend. “I told ya’ you were going to get cold.”

“But, ‘mu, I wanted to look cute,” you huff.

“Princess, you always look perfect.”

“I’m pretty sure you have to say that.”

He laughed, a full, genuine laugh, but still not loud enough that he would disrupt the peace of the moment. “If I didn’t believe it, we wouldn’t be right now, would we? You’re easily the most beautiful person that I’ve ever laid eyes on, princess.”

You just shook your head, lifting your face towards his, that smile that he wanted to see every single day for the rest of his life was stretched across your lips. “You’re such a lover boy, ‘mu.”

“Who could blame me?”

He watches as you playfully roll your eyes, but there was no disguising the soft flush of your cheeks at his words.

Yeah, there wasn’t a single thing that could ruin Atsumu’s good mood. His stomach was still doing summersaults, but he just tried to focus on anything else. Your hand as you traced his fingers, the ducks waddling through the grass, small little ducklings following in neat rows, the weight in the pocket of his jacket that was barely noticeable, but, somehow, still very much there.

Well, alright, maybe there was one thing that could ruin his mood. But, he swears that he was trying to make this moment as romantic as possible. He just wanted to get you closer to the water, but when he pulled you to your feet, walking backwards to the shore, Atsumu really did expect you to warn him at the very least. But, rather, he, quite literally, fell victim to one of the ducks who was just minding its own business in the grass, the perfect tripping hazard to send the setter tumbling backwards down the gentle slope towards the water. Even over the sounds of frantic quacking and his body splashing into the pond, Atsumu could hear your laughter filling the air as you moved towards him to offer him a helping hand. And he wanted to smile, he really did, but his brown eyes widened in panic when he placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket. It wasn’t there. He stood quickly, peering down into the water in hopes to maybe see the small glimmer of a diamond catching the rays of sunlight. But, in the dark murkiness of the pond, there was almost no hope. His hands immediately went to his hair in frustration, a heavy groan escaping him as he slammed his hands back into the water.

Your brows crinkled in concern, stopping in your tracks. “Atsumu? Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he sighs. “I just- I had something in my pocket and it must’ve fallen out.”

“Oh, well, that’s easy, silly. We’ll just look for it. What was it?”

“I can’t- I can’t tell you!”

“‘Mu, how do you expect me to help you find it when I don’t even know what I’m looking for?”

He just shook his head, squinting towards the water as if that would help him find out of this iSpy nightmare any faster. “It’s alright, Princess. Don’t worry about it. It has to be around here somewhere.”

And so, you sat down on the bank, unsure of what you could do to help other than provide a small bit of emotional support for your obviously distressed boyfriend. You let your fingers rake through the grass as Atsumu kept bending down to pick things up from the bottom of the lake, examining them closely to see if they were his missing object, and then returning them to the water. It felt like an hour had passed before his shoulders sagged in defeat and he trudged sadly from the water.

You wrapped one arm around his waist, standing on your toes to give him a kiss of consolation. “Come on, ‘mu. Let’s go home and get you into something dry before you get sick.” He nodded sadly, unwilling to believe that all his plans had just been flushed down the drain, or rather, the pond. Completely blinded by his own self-pity, he barely even noticed that you stopped in your tracks. “I think someone lost their engagement ring, ‘mu.”

The blonde head of the setter immediately whipped around to look at what you were talking about. You had bent down to pick up a simple silver band with smaller diamonds set around a slightly larger one in the center, just like the one that he had been hiding in his gym bag for nearly a month now. “Can I see that?” He took it from your fingers, taking a closer look at the band just to be sure, and sure enough, clear as day, your first initial was elegantly engraved next to his. “I know who this belongs to.”

“Really? Whose is it?”

Miya Atsumu loved spring, even if the wind felt like a hundred tiny knives trying to slice him to pieces now that he was dripping from head to toe. He might’ve looked like a wet dog with his hair plastered flat against his head and clothes hanging limply from his form, and maybe these weren’t going to be the memorable moments that the two of you had always envisioned, but there was no disguising the smile on his face when he sank down onto one knee, watching your hands cover your face in shock as he held the ring out to you.

“It’s yours.”

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mimik-u · 4 years

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“Change Your Mind” Re-watch:

I’ve been dealing with this feeling on and off ever since I started “Diamond Days” earlier this week, but dang, I’m a little sad that I’ve reached the end of the show again. Of course, I’m excited to visit the movie again and see Future for the first time (!!!), but this episode above all really marks the end of an era. But things end and things change.

That’s the thesis of this episode anyway. And really, the nature of this beautiful show. :’)

Steven’s dream sequence is so haunting, both in terms of it explicitly showing us how Blue Diamond is currently recapitulating the very same cycles which pushed Pink away by showing us such a similar flashback from the past, but also by dredging up the horror of Pink’s memories. The idea that Steven’s gem still has access to some of his mother’s memories is used to its most visceral effect here, in which we get a nightmare heightened lens of how miserable she was, and often times, scared.

When the Diamonds stretched out their grieving hands through the cosmos and towards the world their youngest member loved, how did Rose feel to at once get a confirmation that she had been loved? Loved so powerfully that the Diamonds would try to destroy an entire planet to exact their revenge, and yet, at the same time, loved so terribly that they would never think twice about doing so, or that it took this for them to ever show it?

“This... isn’t normal. How many times did you lock her in here? How many times did you make her cry?” / “I didn’t... I... And I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” God, this exchange always undoes me. Not only is it Steven calling Blue out, but in a way, it’s him standing up for his mother, realizing what misery the Diamonds put her through and putting a name on it for Blue to recognize, contend with, and finally, accept. Blue tries to defend herself at first, but then, in the end, can’t. Because there’s no defense. There’s no excuse. And to horribly mangle a quote from Legend of Korra, by reaching that lowest point, Blue Diamond finally becomes open to the possibility of change.

It’s always so evocative to me that she collapses next to the tower window that’s at her eye level. Never explicitly stated, I think it really is implied here that Yellow and Blue have seen their fair share of this tower before, too, their trespasses of decorum excised out of them by White. In return, they tried to do the same to Pink. Cycles and cycles and cycles.

Gsleidjsneioeis, it never fails to make me laugh that Yellow is just sitting in the darkness, straddling her throne, waiting for Blue. Emo ass. I love her.

The Diamonds both look so shocked when Blue slaps Yellow’s hand away, as though neither of them can fathom, process, and believe what just happened. And yet, really, this is the climax to the schism between them that we’ve known since “That Will Be All.” They love each other—they loved Pink—but they have differed, fundamentally, on how to grapple with the pain of loving someone and losing her and existing from then on.

“When we thought Pink was shattered, when she abandoned us, I alone was there for you, and you would use your power against ME?” GO OFF, PATTI LUPONE EIEOSJSA. But this line gets me, too. Jesus. Yellow loves Blue so much.

“Didn’t we hurt Pink? She was suffering in silence for ages, just like our gems, just like me. And I know you’re suffering in silence, too.” HHHHHHH, AND THIS LINE. I think it’s significant because it’s Blue making a move we’ve rarely seen from her before—empathy. Her whole complex is that she’s been so lost in her own emotions that she forces them on everyone else, but here she does something monumental; not only does she acknowledge her own pain, but she uses it to recognize that others have been hurting, too. She and Yellow hurt Pink. (She makes herself and Yellow the agents of the action, therefore not evading the blame.) And so many of their gems have been hurt, too. Yellow has been hurting.

In her vulnerable expression that follows, it’s clear to the audience that Yellow knows her fellow Diamond’s words to be true, but she’s not ready to accept their veracity, to look inwards at the heart of her own misery. Also, help. I’m only 9 minutes into the episode.

“Does this look perfect to you?” And Yellow’s anger is stopped in its tracks. She looks immediately to Blue, literally smoking on the ground from the force of her attack. A fragment of palace crumbles emptily away. And this is the crux of the Homeworld Empire. It demands every gem, from the Diamonds downward, to sacrifice in the name of of perfection. But they’ve placed too much of an emphasis on appearance, numbers, quantity, and power, never interrogating the consequences that pursuing these ‘impressive’ entities bring: misery, hopelessness, despair.

“Stop... stop it, Blue. Stop using your power on me.” / “I’m not.” Hhhhhhhhh, I’m tender. And then, when Blue Diamond sweeps over to hold Yellow’s head?????? This is what being a Bellow Diamond fan is all about, okay rieososossnjaaj.

“You’ve made a grave mistake. Go to your rooms!” / “Uh, which rooms should we go to?” GJKHDFVHJNJJ. But yeah, White has definitely used the tower on Blue and Yellow b4.

Bismuuuuth, Lapis, Peri!!! God, I love Lapis’s outfit so much.

“Yellow and I will keep White distracted.” / Just go! Go! Hurry! She’s getting up!” Blue and Yellow know that in making this choice, they’ll face severe consequences, but still initially make the choice anyway.

And yet, Steven doesn’t let them make that choice. He doesn’t run away. Because he and this show fundamentally believe that change is effected through communication.

I still have thirty minutes of this episode left to go oskeodjsnsnsk, but now I need to symbolically talk about the Diamond mecha. It’s very on point that White’s ship can’t function if the other parts aren’t cooperating!!

The Diamonds finally expressing their vulnerabilities to the blankly staring ship is just so sad. They’re finally doing the emotional work that they’ve been neglecting for thousands upon thousands of years, and they’re almost literally meeting a wall.

“We Diamonds might be hard, but we’re also brittle.” / “I know my purpose isn’t to be happy.” Hhhhhhhhhh, these lines. The rigidity of the Diamond Authority has forced Yellow and Blue to become hard, to be unhappy. They, like all their gems, are suffering beneath the strain. Starting from the way it literally drains a planet of resources, this empire was never sustainable.

Cries bc the Diamonds are holding hands, AND THEN CRIES BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN VIOLENTLY AND PAINFULLY PUPPETEERED.

THE FUSING MONTAGE!!! EKSSKSJ, I love how when he goes to fuse with Pearl, he does a few ballerina moves. AND I LOVE HOW 2.0 IS UNREPENTANTLY BRITISH. IT’S SO FJNNY AND RIGHT.

“AH! Steven, we fused!” She’s so happy!!!!!!!!!! Hhhh!!!!!

“I’m here. I love you.” Steven says this before fusing with Garnet, and there’s nothing else that could have ever been so fitting for a fusion who prides herself on being here and being made, so beautifully and entirely, of love.

Sunstone always looks and sounds like they’re two seconds away from breaking the 4th wall on a Sunny D commercial from the 1990s, and that’s amazing.

OBSIDIAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN. Everything about them is FUCKING EPIC. (Also, if you haven’t listened to the S5 soundtrack yet, you need to go listen to Obsidian’s track without background noises!!!!!!! It’s so motivating! I listen to it when I’m studying sometimes!)

I’m still soft about Bismuth giving Connie her own sword. Let them b sword buddies 2k20.

BIG FYCKING LAVA SWORD!!!!

The animation on this episode is absolutely insane. God, the Crewniverse did so good.

“Poor Yellow. Her impurities absorb all the blue in her light. She’s so strong, but so weak when it comes to Blue.” 😭😭😭 What do you mean I’m still emotional over the fact that Yellow Diamond’s one perceived weakness is Blue? Hahahaha.

“Ah, and Blue. Her impurities soak up all the warmth in her spectrum. She thinks she needs you, Pink.” 😭😭😭 She needs Pink to be warm.

“But you’re a part of me, the part I always have to repress.” White doesn’t yet realize it, but this is actually her revealing her own flaw. Not only does she repress her love for Pink, but she represses her own sense of pinkness, too. So cerebral and so detached, she’s allowed herself to exist for these past 6,000+ years in the gaping maw without Pink as a being who has subjugated the entirety of her emotional expression. Just as Blue and Yellow are equals and opposites, so too, were Pink and White.

“Insecure, dependent, obsessed.” God. Another thing about White Diamond’s powers in relation to Pink is that White has the capacity to know a gem’s thoughts once she possesses them, whereas Pink was able to relate and empathize with their emotions. And indeed, that’s how Steven came to know and help the Gems’ problems over the course of the entirety of this show—through empathy, relation, compassion, and understandings, concepts so foreign to White Diamond. Simply alien.

POV: You’re Connie Maheswaran, and you have to fight a possessed bastardization of the Gem who once lovingly taught you everything you know about how to wield a sword.

White Diamond so simply and so precisely plucking Steven’s gem out of his stomach is the single most terrifying visual on this show. Jfc.

“SHE’S GONE.” The animus of the Pink Diamond gem prmordially screams the truth that White Diamond refuses to accept. Pink is gone. There’s no undoing death. There’s no separation from gem and body. There is only, just as there has always been for fourteen years, Steven.

He is not, and never will he ever be, his mother.

Oh, my God. This show.

And just as White Diamond parting Steven from his gem is the scariest moment in the show, Steven reuniting with him is the most transcendent. He laughs. He hugs himself. He dances. Because Steven Universe is entirely his own being.

And he loves himself. That is the crucial part. That is the beginning and the end and the resolution. Oh, my GOD. This show.

“I am a child. What’s your excuse?” KWIDIDOSJSKSKSISOSMA, GET HER.

Steven walking over to comfort Pink Pearl, even though he doesn’t know her, even though the only iteration he has seen of her has been her lobotomized version—forbidding and detached—is so tender.

WISOSJSJS, I know this is emotionally deep and indicative of just how ingrained their psychological complexes are that they don’t know how to deal with vulnerable expressions of emotion, but White, Yellow, and Blue being so dramatic about White blushing is honestly hilarious.

Sadie singing “Let Me Drive My Van into Your Heart” is so good, but what’s even better is that two second shot of Greg blushing listening to his song being sung. ;-;

Oh! Oh! And Barb is in the audience! Character development! Growth!

“No more hiding! No more running! No more Diamond Authority!” KWOWOEJDKDOSJSJSISSJSJ.

Lion padding up to Lars in a silent recognition that they’re the same ;-;-;-;

I think Sadie and Lars reuniting with such drastically different appearances and mindsets is simply just one of the coolest ways this show has come full circle. This show’s about everyone changing. Look at these two. Look at where they started, and now, where they’ve begun again.

Genuinely crying at the last few shots of the show again. Oh, my GOD. The pure, unmitigated joy. Nephrite and Steven. Bismuth and Biggs. Garnet and Pearl. Jasper and Amethyst. The Diamonds.

This show really is about love and forgiveness and healing, y’all. 😭😭😭😭

AND THEN THEY COMPLETE THE SHOT FROM THE INTRO. I AM UNWELL. IT’S 8AM.

This show, in every sense of the word, is a miracle.

Thank you, Crewniverse for this comet of epic proportions.

#steven universe #blue diamond #yellow diamond #bellow diamond #white diamond #pink diamond #garnet #Pearl #amethyst #connie maheswaran #s: steven universe #mimiku #long post #I am EMOTIONAL

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kiss-my-freckle · 3 years

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Damon Salvatore: The Departed

"You're not that girl anymore. It's okay if you want to let her go."

I love this episode because of the way it's written. It solidifies the end of 3x11. The girl who had a normal life will die. If she's gonna fall in love with vampires, she's gonna be a vampire. Flashbacks thrown in for the sake of it. At the open, the happy cheerleader that didn't lose both her parents. Now, it makes her miserable. "I'd quit cheerleading if I were you." Same with the Miss Mystic Falls dance. "This isn't me, I'm not this person anymore.” I’d tell you why I love that dance, but I’ll save it for another day. Say goodbye to the girl who said, "People look up to me. I have to set an example." Vampirism will make it difficult for her to live up to expectations. Mistakes will be made.

Elena: I have to let one of them go. Matt: Which one?

Stefan walks through the door. There's your answer. He’s the only one willing to respect every single choice Elena makes. Matt doesn't agree with him. Probably because her choices always go sideways. He steps in to say something about the last choice she made. "Why should she trust you? All you've done is screw her over." Because Stefan always respects her choices, they're just as much his choices, so yes... he needed to watch Klaus drain Elena of all her blood just to watch Elijah turn around and save Klaus. Damon is the only one who’s willing to make the tough decisions, which makes everyone hate him. "Not! Hello! Did that concussion give you brain damage? His lunatic siblings will kill you the first chance they get!" Elijah hands Elena another promise to be broken, just as Matt suspected and Damon warned. "Rebekah and Kol will honor the terms if you return Klaus' body to us. Elena will come to no harm." Rebekah won't be honoring anything. Best to listen to Damon, that’s all I’m saying.

Damon: No! No, no, no, no. Did I mention, no! Stefan: Elena, it's up to you. Damon: Oh, come on!

Because Stefan always respects her choices, they're just as much his choices, so yes...he needs to be the one to watch Elena turn into a vampire.

Damon: I'm not halfway out of Virginia, and Elena sells our soul to the originals? Bonnie: It's her call. Damon: You know what else is her call? Everything bad ever.

Elena’s kindness is definitely her weakness. Stefan knows every call she makes is a bad call, but he still respects her choices. Damon’s gonna slam her for those choices after she turns, and I love the fact that he does. You can’t challenge or change someone if all you do is kiss their ass for respect. I wonder how many times her life needs to be put on the line for the sake of it. And Stefan’s gonna do it again when he decides it best she go without feeding.

Damon: You just had to let her make the choice, didn't you? Stefan: What would you have done, Damon? Damon: Grabbed her, gagged her, threw her in a well. I don't know, anything other than let her trust Elijah! Stefan: You know she'd just hate you for it, right? Damon: Yeah, but she'd be alive and she'd hate me. Thus, the eternal difference between you and me, brother.

Damon already spoke of this before. "Don't get me wrong, Stefan. I don't mind being a bad guy. I'll make all the life and death decisions, while you're busy worrying about collateral damage. I'll even let her hate me for it. But at the end of the day, I'll be the one to keep her alive." Elena’s respect doesn’t mean a damn if she’s dead. Stefan will respect her choice, no matter how wrong that choice is, except (of course) choices regarding her relationship with Damon.

Elena didn't want Stefan to kiss her. That's why she doesn't hold him. Her arms quite literally remain at her side. It’s dead ass. Note all dialogues centered on time. Right now - later - always. I’m not just talking about this episode, I’m talking about previous episodes. There are a few parallels in them.

"What, so we can have an epic goodbye, Stefan?" Reserved for the series finale. "I was feeling epic." Stefan doesn't get to choose for Damon, so no... Stefan won’t be saying goodbye to Elena on Damon’s behalf. Stefan can only choose for himself, and he chose to save Matt instead of Elena. I knew Delena would end up together after 3x2. But this episode... imo, it solidified Delena as endgame. Any time I see a romance like this, arcs aside, it matters who turned her. Damon’s blood was in her system, he’s the man she’ll end up with. Under different circumstances, I’d feel differently, but not this circumstance.

Matt pulls a Damon, drugs Elena for the sake of getting her out of town. "Well, I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure that we ALL come back." Important to note the promise Stefan made."If Klaus is the one that turned their bloodline, then they're ALL going to die." Because ALL includes Damon, and Matt knows she's in love with him.

Is it a coincidence that Matt is driving Elena out of town when Damon is out of town? I’m not so sure. Damon had no reason to ask Elena where she is. She’s supposed to be in Mystic Falls, at home so that Stefan can say goodbye to her on Damon’s behalf. “I can KEEP driving to him...” I questioned where Matt was heading with Elena, and my thoughts went directly to the lake house, where she and Damon end up in season four. “I can't have people knowing I'm in town yet." I feel that part of the flashback is important for Damon. “Damon, hey... hey, listen to me. We'll survive this. We always survive. Trust me.” Either lay there and die or fight to see her again.

Stefan already knows that Elena has Damon’s blood in her system, so he knows she’s in transition. He’s devastated. His choice to support her choice, so it’s his pain to feel. Understand the difference in Elena’s feelings as they change in the storyline surrounding them. Stefan is worse at being a vampire than she is, and he’s been a vampire for 145 years. Take that as you will.

Damon became her always. “I can’t think about always.” That’s why she has to say goodbye to him. She believes everyone is dying, so there's no “later” for anyone. Understand the timing of Damon’s question because she’s lying to him. If she were gonna choose Stefan, that kiss he planted on her earlier would’ve looked a lot different. That whole, “Forget it. We can talk later" is their breakup. She was planning to let him go, but she chose to wait until they took care of Vamp-Alaric. Now that she believes Stefan is dying, you can take this back to 3x16, and add in the flashback of her parents drowning.

Elena: But... it's like I knew that he would never stop loving me, like he would never... Matt: What? Elena: Die. Like he would never die. Matt: Like your parents did.

Throwing in my opinion, one that I feel I should add. These scenes of Elena drowning and Damon fighting Vamp-Alaric... that’s Delena saving eachother. Had Elena chosen herself over Matt, Damon would be dead. She died saving Damon from Vamp-Alaric, and Damon’s blood had to be in Elena’s system for him to save her. I can’t tell you how much I cried when Alaric stopped in to speak to Jeremy. I was so scared he was still a vampire, and then I was like... omg, it’s Alaric. Let me bawl my eyes out now. Then I was like, omg.... make me cry harder as he realizes his sister is dead because she’s his only surviving family.

I have to wonder what choice Stefan would’ve made had he known Damon’s blood was in Elena’s system. He knows she wanted to save Matt, but he also knows she never wanted to be a vampire.

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My Angel (M)

Part Two of the 13 Days of Seventeen Series

Summary:

As punishment for not being God’s perfect little angel Jeonghan is sent to Earth with a mission. To get a girl who has been single for too long a boyfriend. While meticulous, he figures it can’t be that difficult, his deadline is Christmas, surely, he can get a girl a boyfriend by Christmas.

Warnings: Porn with Plot but some of the plot is rushed, Dirty Talk, lots of cum talk, again sex without protection- please don’t forget to use protection guys

A/N: Bear with me on the plot, this was really trying to be a whole full-length novel and I had to hella rush the plot to get to the smut so that it wouldn’t be posted too late. I guess Jeonghan and I both struggle with deadlines. *badumtish*

Your Christmas plans were just as special as anyone would expect them to be.

You were donating to the local orphanages, signed up to assist at a soup kitchen. You were sending out Christmas cards to your family to assure them that you were doing okay, and in-between all of that you were simply making sure that spending the season alone wasn’t too completely draining.

So, when you got an unexpected knock at the door, you sort of expected carolers. The last thing you expected when you opened the door was a man. Dark eyes, and long white hair that matched a pressed white suit. You swallowed hard the moment that your eyes fell on him.

You weren’t sure what it was about him, but he seemed so ethereal.

“Um-”

Before you could get out another word, the man grunted.

“Great, you’re even more pathetic in person,” he stated. He brushed past you; your eyebrows furrowed at the combination of odd actions. You glanced over your shoulder, just to make sure he was in fact in your house- he was, and you shrugged and closed the door.

“Sure, yeah, just come in,” you mumbled. “I mean I don’t see why you wouldn’t be allowed in since we are such close friends.”

The man shot you a look at that, clearly not appreciating your sass.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” the man stated back. “My name is Jeonghan. I’m an angel- yes I know! Wow, angels are real that’s so cool- Yeah, I don’t feel like autographs right now. The facts are, I got in trouble and now I have to help you get a boyfriend before Christmas.”

You stared at this guy… Jeonghan did he say? With a bewildered look on your face. He couldn’t actually expect you to believe this? He just walked in and said he was an angel and that was supposed to be all you needed to just… What? Fall at his knees and worship the ground he walked on.

You put a hand on your hip.

“Are you serious?”

He nodded certainly, trailing around your living room without much care at all. He tapped his fingers uncertainly against your couch.

“Yes, yes, angels are real and whatnot. And yes, God believes you’re so important that he decided to grant your Christmas wish, and find you someone to love before the holiday is over.”

“But-”

“Do you have anything to drink?” Jeonghan interrupted. You stared at him blankly, which made him roll his eyes. “I swear, you humans get more difficult to work with every year.”

He snapped his fingers, and out of thin air- literally out of thin air a wine glass appeared in his hands.

“Back in the good old days, I appeared, and I get recognized on sight. There was no question whether or not angels were real- no. I just showed up and I was worshipped.”

He paused to sip the wine from his glass, ignoring the way that you were gawking at him from the hallway.

“Nowadays you humans really worship that of a fat man in a red suit breaking into a house through a chimney rather than a heavenly angel showing up at your doorstep. I ought to show you my true form and show you what it really means to be mystified.”

Still you couldn’t manage a word out of your mouth, but this Jeonghan really genuinely didn’t seem to mind.

“But that my dear would probably render you blind, and a blind human, is a much harder you human to find a male companion for wouldn’t you say?”

He hummed and tapped your couch with his free hand, and in an instant, it was replaced by a completely different sofa. One that looked like it could have cost thousands of dollars, and yet here it had just appeared in your house. The self-proclaimed angel plopped down onto the sofa, and dramatically splayed himself across it.

“You don’t even know how fortunate you are to have me as the angel finding you a man. I never stoop this low. I haven’t had to deal directly with a human in centuries. I’m one of the topmost honored angels in heaven. Thirteen of God’s most trusted.”

“Then why are you here?”

For a first thing to say to an angel who was clearly so full of himself he couldn’t think straight, you had to admit- you were impressed with yourself.

Jeonghan did not look so impressed. He looked downright miserable.

“Too much sass. I’m too self-absorbed. I’ve forgotten what it means to be an angel, blah blah blah.”

He scoffed.

“The only reason I’m here is because I’m too perfect,” he grumbled. “Everyone else is intimidated so I’m stuck down here doing mop work.”

You were feeling a lot of emotions, and honestly, you weren’t sure whether or not you should be offended or honored that this angel was here to supposedly get you a boyfriend before Christmas. It was a little bit insulting that it was a punishment.

And while you really wanted to get to the bottom of this whole situation, and figure out exactly what was going on, and if this guy was telling the truth or just neurotic, or maybe if you were just hallucinating, you also really had to get to work.

So instead of talking to him and wasting time with someone who seemed to be an entire psycho, you turned away from him, slipped your shoes on, grabbed your keys and headed out the door.

Before the door was even open, you heard the so-called angel scramble to his feet.

“Where are you going?” He demanded.

You look back at him over your shoulder.

“Work?”

“You can’t go to work!” Jeonghan blurted indignantly. You shifted your weight and glanced at the time on your phone. You really didn’t have much time for this.

“Why not?” You asked him. He sighed.

“I only have until Christmas to get you a boyfriend,” he mumbled. “And look at you! You’re a mess. No wonder you require divine intervention if you are going out in khakis.”

“It’s a work uniform and I’m not getting fired from the job I love just because you want to get me a boyfriend,” you exclaimed. He sighed.

“God wants you to get a boyfriend,” he insisted pointedly. You rolled your eyes and continued to exit through your front door. Sure, maybe leaving a psychotic stranger in your house wasn’t the best idea but you didn’t want to be late, so you were willing to risk a minor robbery.

You closed and locked your door behind you, already feeling calmer to have the man out of your sight.

“It’s quite rude to shut the door on someone. A human, rude enough, an angel and I honestly don’t even know what to say.”

You jumped turning around in horror to find the man standing in front of you. Same outfit, same fiery gaze, same wine glass in hand. You couldn’t believe it.

“B-but-”

“I told you, I’m an angel. I can be wherever the hell I want to be, doors be damned.”’

You stared at him, mouth gaping a bit. You shouldn’t be surprised by the news- you really shouldn’t. But you couldn’t help but think about all that this meant for you.

Sure, all the signs pointed to it, but could Jeonghan really be an angel?

“And I told you,” you mumbled, forcing your mouth to close, and your shoulders to square themselves intimidatingly. “I have to get to work.”

“Well, I’m coming with you,” Jeonghan insisted. You brushed past the pompous angel, a scowl on your lips.

“You absolutely are not,” you snapped back.

“I am not spending a second on this planet longer than I have to.”

He kept pace with you with no problem, seeming to fit along pretty well on the small city streets with you. Your job was about a ten-minute walk from your house, and it took you right through the busiest parts of town.

Your town itself was admittedly not very busy. It was small and cozy, but a big tourist spot. There were always all kinds of people crowding the sidewalks, especially during the Christmas season.

“Honestly, all you humans are so… Revolting,” he continued to complain, not caring about the way that everyone in the general radius turned to look at him for his words. “You are all smelly, and selfish-”

You did your best to ignore him. You waved high to the children you two passed by and you smiled widely when you spotted a handful of your friends leading a small group of tourists through the park. The smiled back and waved back at you. Sending you short questioning looks when they noticed the complaining Jeonghan by your side.

You just shrugged.

Even if you could explain it in a single gesture, you weren’t really sure what you would be explaining.

You were really just hoping that the more this day progressed the less real this Jeonghan would become.

Yet, even as you slid on an apron and punched into the time clock, Jeonghan was there. He didn’t care when you said that he couldn’t come behind the counter. He was so frustrating.

“What about that guy?” He’d ask you, leaning over your shoulder. You’d roll your eyes.

“Married.”

“Him?”

“A girlfriend.”

“Okay, he’s not committed to anyone.”

“He’s gay!”

Jeonghan pouted at your every response as if you were the one only pointing out the non-dateable guys in town.

He was hoping to be there for only a day. He wanted to be able to point at someone and them to be the one. You supposed he knew nothing about romance.

He followed you everywhere. He tried to set you up with the homeless man that you gave breakfast to. He tried to set you up with your coworkers, and he tried to set you up with every tourist that tried to give you your phone number.

“You are impossible to set up with anyone,” Jeonghan complained. You glared at him from your couch. You had tried to set him up on your couch, but he had been offended by the simple prospect- lectured you on it for about an hour and then finally just made his own room appear for him in your living room.

He was annoyed you used it to read.

You were annoyed he was still there at all.

Two weeks in and he had gotten less insistent on making you go out with every man in a two-foot radius. He started insisting you guys go home after your shifts instead of going out to bars to teach you how to flirt. He started glaring at the guys you spoke to on shift.

And you suspected the significant less amount of numbers you were getting on shift had something to do with him.

You weren’t entirely sure where the sudden shift in his behavior had come from… But you had to admit you liked it better.

The soft smiles you two shared across the counter while you worked, the extra hand carrying goodie bags to the kids at the local school, the warm chest to lean on while you read by the fireplace.

You started to like having Jeonghan around.

And you even started to kind of dread the fact that Christmas was coming soon. Because either way, when the clock hit midnight on Christmas Day, Jeonghan would have to leave.

And once again, it would just be you.

“So, what exactly happens if you don’t complete your task like you are supposed to?” You asked Jeonghan thoughtfully. He quirked an eyebrow at you, clearly finding it curious that you would choose to bring this up now of all times. You shrugged, so he put a bookmark in the book you had suggested he indulge in and stretched out his limbs.

“I suppose I get another task,” he replied. “I certainly won’t be punished for it. It will just be a tad embarrassing.”

You stared at him; a small frown riddled over your lips as you looked at him. He seemed to find the look intriguing because he got to his feet and wandered towards you.

“But I may have discovered a new way to accomplish my mission after all.”

Jeonghan’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, and he tugged you close to him. The smirk that was spread over his lips was borderline terrifying, but for some reason, it just made you that much more excited. A shiver ran through your body.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You mumbled. “I thought your angelic mission or whatever was to find me the perfect guy.”

“Oh, I found one,” Jeonghan assured. He grew closer to you, his grip on your wrist feather-light. Honestly, it felt more like he was caressing you than anything else.

“And, where is he?” You asked. “It’s Christmas Eve you know. Not a lot of time left.”

Jeonghan laughed, and the sound went straight down to your core. You shivered, trying your best not to think too much about what Jeonghan could possibly be referring to. After all, he was an angel… No angel would…

“He’s closer than you would think,” Jeonghan replied. You weren’t sure when he had gotten so close to you, but if you moved your head just a little bit further you knew you would be able to brush the tip of your nose against his.

He reached up his hand, his thumb briefly passing over your lips. He parted your lips with his finger, quirking his eyebrow in amusement at the small whimper that escaped your lips at that touch.

“I can bring you heaven,” he mumbled. “And all I need is the okay.”

“You’ll make all my dreams come true?” You asked breathlessly. Jeonghan smiled and nodded.

“We can seal it with a kiss,” he assured softly. You looked up at him, his eyes dark with lust as he stared at you. You could tell he was holding a lot back. You knew that there was so much that he wanted to say to you, so much that he wanted to do to you.

You never would have wanted this before. And god when you met Jeonghan you had honestly kind of hated him. How could you like a guy, after all, who teased you nonstop for everything that you did?

Yet somehow, you had fallen for him. A man who sometimes you felt like didn’t care about you at all and other times, when he looked at you, you could tell that he saw the entire world in your eyes.

“I want this more then I have wanted anything in a long time,” you stated. Before Jeonghan could say anything else, you surged forward, your lips colliding with Jeonghan’s. For a moment, it was you in control. Your fingers desperately gripped at his clothes, pushing at the buttons of his shirt, doing whatever you could to get those clothes off his body.

It made him laugh a little, and you could tell that he was really enjoying how desperate you were just to get his clothes off of him. It wasn’t until you had gotten his shirt off and had finally unbuckled his belt that he took control.

His fingers dug into your shoulders, and he pressed you backwards until your back hit the wall behind you. His lips left yours, but as soon as they were off of you his eyes were glued to your heaving chest.

“Oh sweetheart, you just signed up for something bigger than you could have ever imagined,” he insisted. “My rules? Be loud, be clingy, and if you do something, I don’t like I can punish you for it.”

You scoffed, but you were a bit distracted by his eyes, to be all that concerned with his words.

“How do I know if you won’t like it?” You murmured back. For a moment Jeonghan stayed completely still, you honestly wondered if he had even heard you at all. But then he leaned forward, his lips pressing to your collarbone as he looked up at you through hooded eyes.

“Guess you’ll just have to guess. I know what you like and don’t like after all,” he mumbled. His hands moved to your blouse, and he took the hem, slowly pulling it over your head. Once it was off of you entirely, he pressed some small kisses across your chest, and as he did, he began to work your bra off with one hand.

“But that’s because you know like everything about me,” you mumbled between biting back whines. He chuckled and leaned back his eyes taking in the view of your bare chest with complete amazement.

“So, I do have some advantages. Maybe that just means I won’t punish you,” he stated. His hands cupped your breasts and he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to one, and then the other. Then his lips latched onto your tit, sucking and nipping at you with his teeth while he simply fondled the other with his other hand.

You had never thought that your breasts were sensitive. The last few partners that you had been with had only focused on their pleasure and weren’t ever very concerned with touching you and finding out what made you moan the loudest.

“But then again, I also know that you like punishment.”

But Jeonghan just knew where to touch you to make you squirm. It made you a little bit uncomfortable to have someone understand your body that well- better than you knew it, and so you decided to do something about it. You pressed forward, moaning just a little under your breath.

“I want you,” you mumbled. Your fingers started to fumble with the button on Jeonghan’s pants. “Let me show you just how badly I want you.”

You got his pants off, and your fingers hooked in his boxers, pulling them down as fast as you could manage. He let you sink to your knees and wrap your fingers around his length, and it gave you your first good look at his cock.

He was thick and long, and veiny and it was absolutely gorgeous. You could barely contain how excited you were just to look at him, especially as you admired his beautiful mushroom tip. You couldn’t believe that you had his cock in your hand, that it was this hard for you, and that soon enough, you would have that inside of you.

Jeonghan’s fingers interrupted your awed daze, as they slowly ran themselves through your hair, tightening a bit so that he could get a good grip on you. He led your lips to the tip of his cock, a movement to which you obediently opened your mouth so that he could lead it into your mouth. He paused and hummed at you.

“You think I don’t know why you suddenly wanted to suck my dick?” He asked you. You latched your lips down around the tip of his dick and sucked it innocently.

“I do have a bit of an oral fixation,” you mumbled around his tip. He smiled in amusement and lead your head further down the length of his cock. It sent another thrill of excitement through you as you began to salivate around his girth. He chuckled at the reaction.

“You do,” he agreed softly. He released his fingers from your hair and put his hands behind his back. “Show me what you’ve got firecracker.”

You tightened your fingers around the base of his cock and began to work his cock in and out of your mouth, sliding as far down as you could go without choking before working your way back up his length to suck on the tip of his cock, teasing it to the point where it leaked precum. After a few minutes of that, you pulled off his cock to lick up its underside, liking the way that Jeonghan’s eyes fluttered closed at the contact.

You loved his reactions, and you wondered what his reaction would be if you…

You wrapped your lips around his the tip of his cock again and slid him down until you were at the base of his cock. You had to move your hands to his waist so that you could keep his cock down your throat as you choked around his length, and you were going to stay down on him for as long as possible because the sound of his airy moan filling the air the first time you choked on him was just the noise you had been hoping to hear from him.

But after only a short moment Jeonghan’s fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled you off of his length. You whined your disappointment, which made him lightly roll your eyes.

“Not going to let you choke on my dick before I get to bury myself in your pretty little pussy,” he murmured. “I can tell how aroused you are, and it’s time for someone to do something about it.”

Jeonghan released your hair and pulled you back up by your waist, pressing his lips hungrily to yours, moaning against you as he did so. The kiss made you wrap your arms around his neck, which made Jeonghan take your waist.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he mumbled against your lips. You immediately did as he told you and in a flurry of motion, he moved you rapidly.

Your back hit the floor, and you arched it when you felt him kiss your inner thigh. His fingers tightened their grip on your thighs, and as soon as he had a firm grip on you (and your pants and underwear discarded elsewhere on the floor) he pressed your thighs further open.

“Oh, baby you are positively soaked,” he groaned, his voice dripping with excitement. “And if I couldn’t see your excitement, I sure as hell can smell it.”

Your face burned in embarrassment, but before you could protest his rather rash words, he continued to speak.

“Oh, but don’t worry, it just makes you all the more alluring. For a human, I must admit that it’s been hard to resist you,” he mumbled. “I’ve wanted to touch you from day one.”

His fingers pressed against the lips of your pussy lightly, and he slowly spread your soaked lips.

“Do you always get this wet for men? Or am I just special?” He teased.

“You’re not even really a man, you’re an angel,” you replied back.

“And this angel loves how much control he has over your body. You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled. “Stop holding back, darling.”

Without warning he slipped a finger into your tight pussy, making you gasp in surprise. His fingers looked bony and skinny, but that wasn’t the way that they felt when they were deep inside of you. Your teeth gnawed at your bottom lip, as you tried to hold back a moan.

Jeonghan didn’t seem to mind too much. His tongue darted out of his mouth and flicked at your clit. This seemed to just make him want to taste you all the more because he pulled his finger from your wet core and instead buried his face into you. His nose bumped against your clit and holding back a loud moan was just that much more difficult when Jeonghan was moaning against your core.

You tried to buck your hips up against Jeonghan- his tongue was so busy lapping up your juices, that you were left wishing you had more of him inside of you.

The man, of course, didn’t let you buck your hips at all against him, but he did roughly push two fingers into your center and begin to pummel them in and out of you. He scissored his fingers with each thrust, stretching you out for his cock.

“You’re so goddamn, tight sweetheart. I’m half-convinced that you're going to milk the cum out of me at my first thrust if I don’t manage to spread you out for me.”

He added a third finger into the mix.

“But I feel your orgasm coming up love, I could just make you cum on my fingers and lap up your release. Then bring myself to my own orgasm down your pretty little throat,” he teased.

Your thighs squeezed around Jeonghan’s head and it made him chuckle.

“You like that don’t you? Cum?” He teased. “I could feel the way you were sucking up my precum… Don’t tell me that you’re a desperate little cum slut.”

Your back arched again, and you couldn’t hold back the wrecked moan that left your lips at his words.

You bit down on one of your fingers to muffle yourself a bit.

“Please Jeonghan, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so bad,” you begged. “Please don’t make me beg for it- please just-”

Before you could continue, Jeonghan’s mouth had left you entirely. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up off the floor.

“Anything that my pretty little princess demands,” he murmured. He pressed you back against the fluffy cushions and lined his cock up with your entrance. But instead of thrusting into you, he simply splayed his hand over your stomach, and gazed down at you. “I’ve been imagining this since I first walked in your front door.”

You rolled your eyes at that.

“Please, but you said-”

“Even angels lie,” Jeonghan replied his voice dropping an octave. “But I’m not lying right now. You’re gorgeous, the purest being I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Your face reddened at the compliment.

“Now, if I have to tell you one more time to be vocal while I’m fucking you- I really will punish you.”

He thrust his cock into you in one fluid motion, and that action in itself was enough to make you feel like maybe you were hallucinating. You reached up blindly, your fingers wrapping around Jeonghan’s biceps nervously.

“Oh Jeonghan.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Jeonghan murmured back. “I want you screaming my name so that this whole neighborhood can hear.”

He slowly pulled his cock out of you, so far that it almost fell out of you, but just before the tip of his cock fell entirely from you, he pushed back in. Hard and fast.

It made you gasp out a moan, and your fingers squeezed his biceps harder.

“Do you feel that?” He asked you. “Every inch of my cock sliding out of you?”

You whined your response, which made Jeonghan latch his lips to your neck. His teeth nipped at your throat teasingly.

“I want you to be able to feel the entirety of me. Become familiar with it since you are going to be feeling quite a bit of it in the near future.”

He repeated that slowly- a long pull out, and then once again thrust into you fast, but this time between the slow and fast thrusts, his fingers fell to your sides. It was an odd contrast from the pressure that you were used to feeling and quite frankly, it simply wasn’t enough.

“Jeonghan, please,” you managed to say between your pants. “Faster, harder, please.”

“You’re quite a needy little human, aren’t you?” Jeonghan teased affectionately. You were about to tell him off for that but before you could he snapped his hips into you- just the way you had asked. Hard, and fast, and additionally deep. Your fingers curled in pleasure as he picked up the pace.

“Sex with humans, has always seemed so boring to me,” Jeonghan started to say. “You humans are all so obsessed with your own pleasure, and once it is achieved you are practically done with one another until the next chance at achieving that pleasure. But you… You seek other’s pleasure. Never seeking out your own until everyone around you is pleased.”

He snorted when he hit your sweet spot, causing you to yelp out in surprise.

“I never thought I’d see the day, but I want nothing more than to turn you into a selfish lover just like all the rest. I want you to crave your own release. Be desperate for it and for anyone who can bring you to it.”

He grinned as he began to pound you, each thrust was perfectly timed so that you bounced on his cock. He pressed down on your pelvis so that he could drive his cock deeper into you with every thrust, and it made you moan.

Each time you clenched around his cock, you drove him closer to the edge, and every once in a while, you could feel his cock twitch in you. It drove you crazy to be so helpless to him, and it drove him crazy the closer and closer you got.

“You’re so pretty with my cock shoved in you,” he mumbled, his voice catching a little in his throat. “You look so full and content. Maybe one day I should just sit you on my cock and see how long you can go being a good girl. I bet you’d last a really long time. You seem like a good girl.”

“I am,” you agreed with a nod. “I’d be such a good girl for you Jeonghan.”

He smiled at you.

“Dirty words coming from such a pretty mouth,” he stated. He leaned down and took your lips between his teeth. “They could be dirtier; I’m going to corrupt your pure little mind.”

He reached down and began to fumble with your clit with his thumb, rubbing it faster when it made you moan louder.

“My God, you really are everything.”

He was starting to get increasingly more desperate; his thrusts were becoming less precise and deliberate. It was amusing to know that even a man… An angel you supposed, as composed as Jeonghan could completely lose himself as well. And even more flattering to know that it was because of you that he was losing himself so much.

“Jeonghan, I want to feel you spill your seed inside of me,” you moaned out. “I want you to fill me up with you, mark my insides as if I were yours.”

There was a gruff grunt at that.

“Sweetheart, one drop of cum inside your pussy from me and you would have 100 little Nephilim’s flying around here,” he grunted. “But don’t worry. I’ll still make this worth your while.”

Tears started to prick at the corner of your eyes. You could feel the pressure of all that pleasure building up in your stomach like an unbreakable knot. It made you desperate for your release, which only made you want Jeonghan to cum in you even more.

“Please, oh Jeonghan, please. I want nothing more than for you to come inside of me,” you whined. The words seemed to shock Jeonghan. He let out a strangled moan and as he did so another noise sounded out. One that you quite honestly didn’t recognize. It made you open your eyes, and to your surprise, when you looked up at Jeonghan, you didn’t just see him. You saw a widespread set of fluffy white wings hovering above you.

Jeonghan didn’t seem to have noticed that he had lost control in himself to the point that his wings were now spread out before you, and you knew that you shouldn’t touch an angel's wings without permission, but you really couldn’t help yourself.

You were so close to coming, and you could tell that Jeonghan was too, and his wings were so big and fluffy and so totally alluring that you couldn’t resist. You reached forward and buried your fingers in his wings.

The minute you made contact, Jeonghan’s moans rose a pitch. His eyes shot open, and he fixed you with a scary look.

“Don’t you know that you shouldn’t touch an angel's wings without permission?” he grunted. He leaned down and his teeth latched down on your shoulder. Rougher than you were used to, but not as rough as he could be- you knew that for sure.

Your fingers withdrew slightly from his wings, but when you did, a whine of disappointment escaped from Jeonghan’s lips.

“Then do I have-” Before you could even finish asking, the tips of Jeonghan’s wings brushed the sides of your body.

“Touch them,” he barked out. You didn’t have to be told twice. You became fascinated as your fingers buried themselves deep into his feathers. You weren’t all that gentle either. Your fingers ran through them, fascinated with the way that it made Jeonghan’s hips stutter. He wasn’t nearly as put together when you were touching him somewhere sensitive, and apparently, he was extremely sensitive when you touched his wings.

You found one spot that had him panting loudly. A magic spot, that had his cock twitching inside of your body. He was close. You could feel it.

“Jeonghan, please,” you begged lightly. He whined and his thrusts became even more erratic.

“What? You still want me to cum in you?” He asked. “You think you deserve that when you’ve been such a brat? After you grabbed my wings without permission. When you haven’t listened to me the way you should?”

His fingers reached down and pressed down on your clit hard. You cried out, your eyes shutting tightly and your fingers burying deeper into his wings. That made him thrust into you harder, faster.

“Your pussy is just begging for me to release myself into you. Your whole body is just as slutty as your mouth,” Jeonghan teased. “You really want my seed that badly? So much so you really aren’t even afraid to beg?”

You nodded desperately, pulling yourself closer to Jeonghan.

“Please, I need you to cum Jeonghan,” you begged. Jeonghan scoffed at your words, but his breath hitched in his throat. He was holding back at this point you could tell.

“I’m going to countdown from five. Once I get there, you are going to cum,” he insisted. “Or… You get nothing.”

“But-”

“5.”

At this point, you were so entirely desperate to cum you didn’t even care. You felt the pressure building up in your body. Now you wouldn’t even be that surprised if you found out you had been holding back.

“4.”

He didn’t have to get any closer, from his fingers to his cock plummeting in and out of you, to the sounds that left his lips as your fingers tugged on his feathers- it all had you coming unraveled in seconds. His name fell from your lips in a desperate cry as immeasurable pleasure ran through you. Your eyes rolled back, and your back arched your body up against Jeonghan. His wings wrapped around you, his soft feathers brushing your back even as he felt your walls convulsing around his cock.

Before you had even ridden all the way through your orgasm, he slipped from your body. You whined in disappointment, but before you could utter a word you felt his warm cum splattering against your body and you were too tired to say anything at all.

You collapsed in a heap on the floor, your body heaving as Jeonghan’s touch left you entirely.

It was cold without him there, and for a long scary moment, you thought he had left you. You thought maybe he was just like any human man and had decided that you weren’t worth it. He had gotten what he wanted, and now he was gone.

But before you could spiral too far, you felt the warmth of a wet washcloth on your stomach. You were dabbed lightly with the cloth; his wet semen being cleaned off of your body with every dab. You whined at the touch, your body a bit sensitive for the warm soft cloth. Jeonghan was light with his touches, and it made your eyes flutter open.

“Why-”

“I was serious about the Nephilim’s,” Jeonghan replied pointedly. “No amount of your human birth control could keep you from getting pregnant from my semen.”

You pouted, weakly propping yourself up on your elbows so that you could look at him better.

“You called me a slut,” you grumbled, even though God knew you had loved it.

“And you grabbed my wings.”

He puffed them out expressively, which made you look at them again in surprise.

“Speaking of… Your wings… They’re…”

Jeonghan folded his wings behind his back, his eyes trailing away from yours.

“No human has ever seen them before,” he stated. You reached forward, splaying your fingers across his chest.

“They’re beautiful,” you murmured. His eyes sparkled as he stared at you, and before you had the chance to protest or say anything he leaned forward and pressed your lips together. You melted into the kiss, your fingers falling from his chest.

“I never imagined this was possible, or even saw this future coming for me,” Jeonghan started softly. “But… I’m in love with you. I’d fail any assignment, have every title stripped from my name, and I would even fall from grace if it meant just one more second with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession.

“You mean it?” You asked him uncertainly. He nodded, a smile gracing his lips.

“Every word.”

The smile on your face was so wide, you couldn’t cover it with your mouth.

“Then I’d say that your mission has officially been accomplished,” you mumbled gleefully. “You found one pathetic human, the person that she wants to spend the rest of her life with.”

You reached forward, cupping Jeonghan’s cheek.

“You.”

Jeonghan laughed.

“I’m not sure if the other angels will see it that way.”

“Jeonghan, it’s Christmas Eve, I have your cum on my stomach, and a minute ago, I was begging for you to put your Nephilium’s in me,” you stated pleasantly. “I’m willing to work this out with you. If your willing to risk it all for me, then I am willing to do the same. I love you too.”

Jeonghan raised a finger into the air, taking you by surprise. Before you could ask him what it meant he pointed at you thoughtfully.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured. You leaned forward, bumping your nose against his.

“Merry Christmas Jeonghan.”

#Let’s pretend this was posted on time #Thanks #It doesn’t help that I can’t get my keyboard back to English #My cat broke my computer smh #Anyways! Hope this is enjoyed #jeonghan #Seventeen Jeonghan #Seventeen #seventeen smut #Jeonghan smut #Kpop smut #seventeen fanfiction #13 Days of Seventeen

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Take You for a Ride (Crystal x Gigi) - Catrina

A/N: hi! it’s been a long while since i posted here. my mental health had a lot to do with that, but here i am again, hopefully as a better writter lmao. apparently i’m obsessed with gigi and crystal and since it’s still crystal’s birthday here i wrote this inspired by dua lipa’s levitating (thanks gigi’s performance at wtw tour). hope you enjoy it and share your thoughts with me. thanks for reading!

Summary: It’s Crystal’s birthday, and nothing comes out as she expects.

Disappointment. That’s the definition of Crystal’s day.

Disappointment and alcohol… maybe some red velvet cake Jan bought for her. She tastes the bitter liquid and sweet frosting in her mouth as she stumbles in her way to the backyard of Jaida’s house.

She’s sick. Sick and tired, of both the party behind her and her day in general. It had really worn her off, first with her teacher grading her project with a humiliating score of 67 points out of 100, then the ridiculous fight with her mother over the phone (she can still listen to the woman screaming at her if she focuses enough) and her cat destroying her One Direction album with her small and deathly paws, and now — oh fucking now, with some idiot pouring their drink all over her dress in a party that she didn’t even want to attend, or happen for that matter.

This isn’t how her birthday is supposed to be. This isn’t even how any birthday is supposed to be, in fact. Crystal doesn’t get how Jan could get to the conclusion that a party at Jaida’s house would make her feel better.

“It’ll be fun!” Jan had said. “You deserve to celebrate your birthday. I’m sure it’ll improve your mood!”

Spoiler: it didn’t.

Crystal feels just as miserable as she would feel in her dorm. Being in bed and watching bad tv was her original plan for today. Was too much to ask for? Why did she let her friends drag her to a party full of people she doesn’t even know?

Right, because Jan and Jaida had made her puppy eyes and Crystal felt terrible for rejecting such a gentle and thoughtful gesture from her friends.

She groans, sitting down on the grass of Jaida’s backyard and rubbing a tissue over the huge stain in the blue fabric of the area over her chest, groaning again when she realizes the stain isn’t moving at all.

Perhaps more miserable.

It’s a sequin blue dress she had purchased a while ago. It wasn’t really expensive, and it isn’t even her favorite, but fuck, it hurts. It’s like today everything in the universe accorded to make her feel terrible. She usually would shrug it off and continue as if nothing has happened, and she can’t quite understand why her natural sense of positivity can’t wash the sadness away.

Giving up, she tosses the tissue to a side and lets the upper part of her body give up to lie down completely on the grass. She’s lucky everyone else is inside, enjoying the music so loud it makes the whole house pound in rhythm, the intermittent lights that must hurt their eyes, the colorful drinks served by Jan and the closeness of dancing bodies rubbing against each other, so she doesn’t have to worry about someone going out and seeing her throwing a tantrum.

The party is a success. She shouldn’t ruin it with her bitter existence.

The sky is quiet tonight, with some stray stars and the moon shining bright. It makes Crystal breathe heavily, over and over again, until she’s sure she’ll be okay.

But, as her breathing regulates, imagines of every earlier moment when she felt everything but okay flash through her mind, and her lungs are not cooperating anymore.

Her heart feels heavy, stupidly hurt. She knows tomorrow her terrible grade will still be there, and her mother will still be pissed at her for whatever she even got mad about, and her favorite album will remained ruined and her fucking dress won’t be wearable anymore, and it’s fine, because she can make work for extra points to improve her final grade and text her mom an apology and replace the material stuff that isn’t even that important whatsoever, but that won’t help her stop feeling so helpless.

Helpless — that’s a good definition for her.

“Crystal?”

Gigi Goode looking down at Crystal interrupts her pathetic thoughts.

More than the interruption, her mere presence is what makes Crystal blink twice and wonder, for a brief moment, if she fell asleep on Jaida’s backyard grass and she’s dreaming.

She’s used to see Gigi everyday, but since today has been a short taste of hell, it wasn’t surprising when Gigi texted her to say she had to miss part of her classes and Jaida’s party because she needed to find someone to fix the broken temperature system in her apartment.

She hasn’t come to terms of how she feels about Gigi yet, and it’s not something she would like to do at all. For the past two months, Crystal has noticed the way her heart starts pounding violently in her chest when Gigi smiles at her, or takes her hand to lead her through the corridors or when she simply looks at her with those big eyes full of emotion and it’s ridiculous but somehow fitting that the only person she craved to see today was the one she couldn’t.

“What are you doing here?” Gigi tries again at her lack of response, not hesitating to offer her hand to help her up.

Crystal takes her hand without thinking (she doesn’t do a lot of thinking in Gigi’s presence) and lets her pull her up in a sitting position.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking what are you doing here? I thought said your temperature system was giving trouble.”

Gigi chuckles, crouching to be at the same height as her.

“Well, I really wanted to come and Heidi said she could manage it. The girl knows about mechanics, did you know that?”

Crystal shakes her head, breathing out a laugh. “I never would’ve guessed.”

Gigi hums thoughtfully. “Well, she does, thank fuck, because I really wanted to see you, birthday girl.”

Heat creeps up to Crystal’s face incredibly fast, leaving her cursing the power something so small can have over her.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I asked Jan where you were, actually. She said some dickhead poured all his drink on you and you were probably in the bathroom but you weren’t there.”

Crystal opens her mouth to vent about her now ruined dress, frowning as soon as a different thought crosses her mind. “But there are like five bathrooms here. You went all around the house looking for me?”

Confused, Gigi nods. “Is that weird?”

It’s extremely sweet, is Crystal’s first answer.

“No, of course not,” she giggles instead. “But why were you looking for me?”

Gigi looks suddenly flushed, as if she was caught doing something she shouldn’t.

“Well, I…” she tears her eyes away from Crystal to look at the party behind her through the glass doors. “What happened to you?”

The change of topic takes Crystal aback.

“What? What about me?”

“Yeah, you’re here all alone, looking like a child who dropped their candy, when you’re usually a little happy ball, and in your birthday,” Gigi remarks, although not harshly. “Had a bad day?”

Crystal hates this how easy is for Gigi to read her. She knows she looks terrible, beside her dress the signals of her terrible day surely mark her face in dark bags under her eyes and pale tired skin, but Gigi has always had a talent to read her beyond that. The simple fact makes her feel even more embarrassed.

“A horrible one,” she finally confesses in a low whine. “A straight up disgusting, draining, fucked up, impossible day! And, I know I shouldn’t feel so pressed about it, but birthdays are supposed to be happy and I — I am not. At least not now.”

Gigi snickers, taking Crystal’s hand in her own to give it an affectionate squeeze.

“It’s okay to have bad days. Now, to have a bad birthday is really fucked up, but it is what it is. Wanna tell me about it?”

“I’m not really in the mood of talking about me being mediocre in life,” Crystal means to joke more than to actually vent, and she loves the way Gigi giggles.

“Dramatic much?”

“Oh,” Crystal’s eyebrows raise as she laughs. “I can be more dramatic.”

But Gigi doesn’t laugh along this time. She purses her lips, and then stands up, offering her hand to Crystal again.

“Let’s go.”

Crystal looks puzzled. She takes Gigi’s hand, allowing her to pull her back on her feet. With her hand still covered by the other girl’s, Gigi begins dragging her back to the house.

“Where are we going?”

“Let’s go for a ride,” Gigi suggests, looking back over her shoulder just to give her a smile that reassures everything.

In the middle of the dark since the backyard lights don’t reach there, the path changes; Gigi takes Crystal through a small hallway that connects the porch with the patio to the front of the house. They meet a few people in the way; some passed out on the ground, others drinking in their friends and some couples making out. Crystal turns to watch them before she realizes they’re crossing the garden.

“Gigi,” she breathes as she spots the motorbike parked on the sidewalk.

The blonde reaches in the pocket of her jacket, her hand still on Crystal’s. She finally pulls out her keys and twirls them on a finger.

“Every time I’m sad, or mad… or high,” she grimaces and Crystal laughs, “I get on this thing and ride away. It usually works to clear my mind and calm me down, so I thought it could work on you too.”

Crystal feels something very close to gratitude. Instead, she knows it’s pure adoration for one called Gigi Goode.

“Okay,” excitement starts filling her face as she smiles. “Oh my god, I’ve never been close to a motorcycle before, wow!”

Gigi laughs, rolling her eyes. “You’ve literally seen it everywhere with me.”

“I know, but—” she eagerly motions to Gigi and then to the motorcycle. “I always see it as, I dunno, part of you. Like, yeah, there’s Gigi and her bike, you know? I’ve never seen it up close.”

Gigi’s light hearted laugh is the answer she receives again. “Well, now is your chance.”

The motorcycle shines in its black neat color, with not a single particle of dust on it or sign of being neglected; Gigi’s perfectionist personality reflecting. Crystal finds herself so absorbed by its beauty that she doesn’t realize when Gigi lets go of her hand and gets on the bike, using her legs to adjust herself as she takes the two helmets from the space behind her on the seat to make room for Crystal.

She reaches forward to pull the key in the ignition, and it only takes a firm move from her hand for the motor to start growling. The sound makes Crystal gasp.

“You think you can get on? I don’t want you to fall,” Gigi warns, but Crystal is already jumping behind her.

Of course, the gravity plays a cruel trick and she has to grab onto Gigi’s jacket to prevent her from sliding off, but Gigi doesn’t seem to care as she snuggles closer. She offers one of the helmets to Crystal, smiling.

“Safety first.”

“This is so pretty,” she drawls, passing her fingers over the shiny, baby pink surface of the helmet.

“Thanks. Heidi suggested me to get it customized that way,” Gigi comments as she puts her own helmet, of a white color, on. “She’s pretty much the only person who I give a ride, so I thought, why not?”

A tinge of jealousy pops in Crystal’s chest, but she forces herself to ignore it as she notices Gigi reaching over the hand grips, preparing herself to move. She rushes to put the helmet on and forces the image of Heidi taking her spot behind Gigi to fade away.

“You’ll probably resent the motion, so please hug my waist as hard as you can and hold your legs onto the sides of the seat,” says Gigi, so easily it makes Crystal think it’s something she has memorized. “I’ll go slowly anyway, since it’s your first time.”

Crystal complies immediately; she wraps her arms around Gigi’s waist and the stupid butterflies in her stomach seem to fly all the way up to her throat, suffocating her for a second, until she realizes it’s just Gigi’s perfume.

Fuck, she thinks bitterly. She smells really good.

The short heel of Gigi’s boot kicks on something at the same time she rotates the key one more time, and the motor growls fiercely.

They start moving — it’s almost magical. At first, Crystal can’t really feel it. It starts as such a gentle motion, but when she looks around, she sees Jaida’s house becoming smaller and smaller in the distance, and the houses around moving around them. That’s when it hits her; they’re moving.

Gigi speeds up once they’re out of the block, turning on the left and then right and moving smoothly until they’re exiting the neighborhood, but Crystal doesn’t mind in following their path.

She’s too busy giggling at the wind hitting her face and making her hair twirl, creating ginger waves at the sides of her head.

The world around them is moving so fast, and all she can recognize in the city at night are deformed street lights and bright colors everywhere she looks at; everything seems so distant but so close at the same time as they slide on the asphalt, and the late life of Los Angeles never looked so appealing.

Nothing seems important now. Her grade, the fight with her mother, her album nor her fucking dress. Her mind is full of Gigi; of her beautiful hair, her endearing voice, her flawless face and how soft she feels under Crystal’s hands; almost as if she belongs there, in her arms.

If Crystal wasn’t starting to feel dizzy for the speed, she would probably never think such a thing; her feelings for Gigi are something unexplored and feared, threatening to destroy their friendship because Gigi is everything and Crystal is barely something that exists. And Crystal isn’t ready to lose her.

It’s the little things, like the fact she went all around the house looking for Crystal or that she even wanted to see her, that she thought of a way to cheer her up, that make Crystal’s stomach coil and tie itself in a too tight knot that won’t probably never be the same. Gigi has some kind of security aura around her that, as Crystal learned, was impossible to ignore. She’s confident, sure, but there’s something more to that attitude; something that demands to be trusted under that bitch façade. She’s kind and loving and funny, and if Crystal has to swallow her feelings to make sure Gigi is always at her side, then she will.

As they speed up into a steady pace, Crystal notices how Gigi relaxes and leans back into her just a little, and without a second thought she leans on her as well.

“You okay back there?” Gigi asks, voice muffed by the violent wind and motor growling under them.

“Yeah!” Crystal exclaims. “Oh my god, Gigi! This is amazing!”

“Wait until you see this!”

Crystal is about to ask what she means, when they turn into an empty street, where a tunnel leans out. There are no more cars or motorcycles around them and Gigi speeds up even more as they approach the tunnel, lights flying around them.

A raw “puff!” echoes in their ears as they storm into the tunnel, and Crystal laughs as she feels the force the motorcycle is traveling through it. She feels light, like the butterflies flying around her stomach, levitating at the right speed and watching the world around them as secondary.

Gigi starts slowing down at the middle of the tunnel.

“Hold your arms up,” she tells Crystal, eyes locked at the front. “Just for a second, so you can feel the wind.”

At first Crystal hesitates, but the speed is steady and there are no more vehicles around, so she slowly pulls her arms away from Gigi.

She raises both arms, wriggling them at her sides. She makes a quick mental note to remind herself to thank Gigi later, because the air hugs her limbs in a way that almost tickles her, the soft touch running on her naked arms and she closes her eyes for a moment, wondering if she could fall asleep like this.

Of course, when the motorcycle runs over a bump and she has to hold on Gigi’s torso to avoid jumping out of the seat, that idea is quickly denied.

“Oh, right,” Gigi laughs. “I should’ve warned you about that.”

Crystal huffs, sleep knocked out of her as they leave the tunnel behind.

The rest of the way is calm; Gigi decides to go slow this time, so Crystal has the chance to see everything in a clear way (according to her, it’s very important to appreciate the view) and Crystal takes the moment to rest her chin on Gigi’s shoulder and wrap her arms around her middle, just like before, but this time without the messy rush of fearing being thrown out of the motorcycle by a bump.

The proceed to threat a way through town messily, going around buildings and onto streets Crystal doesn’t even know, but Gigi moves skillfully, like she knows exactly where she’s going, and Crystal trusts her. Soon she noticed that Gigi actually knows where they going.

She recognizes her surroundings as they approach the apartment complex where Gigi and Heidi live. She’s always complained saying that her place is small, but the few times Crystal has come over, she’s loved the cozy feeling that takes over her as soon as she crosses the door, which makes her feel even more excited.

Gigi parks carefully on a spot near the front gates. She pulls the key out and the motor shuts down, as she leans back with a pleased smile.

“I didn’t ask you if you wanted to come here, but I thought you didn’t want to go back,” she whispers, barely having to turn around to see Crystal’s face resting on her shoulder blade.

“You thought correctly,” Crystal sighs with content before a thought crosses her mind, making her gasp. “Shit, I gave Jan my phone before going out—”

Gigi reaches on the inside pocket of her jacket, pulling out Crystal’s phone.

“She gave it to me when I asked for you,” she explains to a stunned Crystal. “She thought we would leave together eventually.”

“How smart,” Crystal mumbles.

She unlocks it while Gigi takes her helmet off, noticing the time; almost two in the morning. She tugs on Gigi’s sleeve, pointing at the screen.

“It’s late, won’t Heidi be pissed if we come in? She could be sleeping.”

“The girl wouldn’t wake up even if a rock fell in her head,” Gigi rolls her eyes, gesturing for Crystal to take her helmet off as well. “C’mon, let’s go inside.”

Crystal shrugs as she does so, too wrapped in the thought of spending more time with Gigi to care. She gets back on her feet with a little jump, following her inside the building as they carry the helmets with them. Gigi talks about her day while they’re making their way to the third floor through the stairs, blame the elevator that never came back to the lobby, by Crystal’s request. She wanted to know how she had been doing while she was miserable, and Gigi complies, walking through the empty building.

“I noticed this temperature thing was broken because, c’mon, California will never be hot enough to make fucking ice cream almost boil,” she says just when they walk into the right corridor, Crystal trailing behind her. “It was a nightmare, everything was so fucking hot. I hope Heidi could fix it.”

The metal of her keys knocking makes the only sound that fills the air as Gigi opens the door. She reaches for the switch and the small living room lights up, cool air receiving them.

“She fixed it,” Crystal muses, smiling.

“God bless her,” Gigi sighs, taking off her boots. “Could you leave your shoes by the door and the helmet over the coffee table please?”

Crystal steps on the soft carpet on her short blue socks, watching as Gigi makes her way to Heidi’s bedroom door. She opens it just enough to poke her head inside. After exchanging a few words with her roommate, she turned back to Crystal, closing the door behind her.

“Heidi was just going to sleep.”

“Oh,” Crystal’s eyebrows raise. “Tell her hi?”

“I’m not sure she’ll appreciate me bothering her again,” she giggles. Her mouth opens again, but she closes it seconds after, thinking for a second on what to say. Finally, she gestures at the kitchen. “You want something to drink?”

The apartment is small, Gigi’s right. The living room has barely enough space for a couch and a coffee table and is too close to the kitchen. The bathroom is that white door carelessly next to the television hanging on the wall, and Crystal bets Gigi and Heidi’s rooms are just as small, although she has never seen them. The few times she has been there, with Jaida and Jan, they simply preferred to stick to the couch and a barstool they would drag from the kitchen.

Gigi’s room suddenly becomes source of her curiosity, but she nods, remembering Gigi’s question.

“We’ve got a great menu tonight, in honor of your birthday,” Gigi hums as Crystal sits on one of the stools of the kitchen bar. She opens the fridge, eyeing the content blocked to Crystal’s view by the fridge door. “We have… well, we’ve got beer, and pretty much nothing else.”

Crystal laughs. “Beer! Just what I wanted!”

Gigi is beaming under the kitchen lights as she tosses her a beer and takes another one for herself, nonchalantly kicking the fridge closed. She leans a hip on the kitchen bar, worryingly close to Crystal, and holds her beer up.

“Cheers,” she clicks their cans together.

“Cheers,” Crystal repeats. She stops right before taking a sip, frowning. “But what are we exactly cheering for?”

Sipping her drink, Gigi breathes out a laugh.

“You just killed the moment, babe.”

Babe. Crystal’s ears burn with the name, and she attempts to conceal her surprise by pretending she’s genuinely confused.

“Well, who cares?” Gigi shrugs, holding her beer up again. “Here’s to terrible birthdays, a broken temperature system, and…”

“Motorcycles,” Crystal fills in for her.

“Yeah,” Gigi grins at her. “Motorcycles.”

Crystal leans back to take a long sip of her drink, savoring the slightly bitter taste going down her throat. She notices Gigi staring at her when she places the beer back over the bar, with the ghost of a smile on her glossy lips.

“What?”

“What,” Gigi repeats, snickering.

“You’re looking at me,” Crystal points out, smiling to cover her worsening blush.

“I like looking at you,” the blonde simply says, as if it’s obvious. “I always wanna look at you.”

“That’s creepy. Do I need to call the cops?”

Far from looking bothered, Gigi shrugs. “Who knows. Maybe.”

Crystal scowls with no genuine annoyance, but her face softens as Gigi’s smile somehow widens.

“You’re weird, miss Goode. I thought being weird was my gig,” she jokes, making Gigi throw her head back in laughter.

Internally, Crystal is praying this moment never ends. Seeing Gigi under the dim lights of her kitchen, toying with that beer and looking so effortlessly gorgeous is having the same effect as when she was feeling the air hit her face on the motorcycle, and her head already feels lost in space, far away from the apartment.

“Why were you looking for me earlier?” Crystal asks, voice small.

The intimate atmosphere created around the two is beginning to feel suffocating. Crystal can feel Gigi so close, like she’s the only real part of a dream and the rest of the world was nothing but a wallpaper for her wonderful figure to stand in front of and lead Crystal through the rest of the night.

“Nothing,” Gigi doesn’t even look taken aback by the sudden question.

“Oh, c’mon. It can’t be nothing,” she whines as Gigi takes another sip, purposely taking a long fucking time doing so. “Gigi, c’mon. Tell me!”

She leans forward, making her lower lip stick out in an exaggerated pout. It seems to work catching Gigi’s attention since her whole face seems decomposed when she glances over.

“Don’t do that.”

Crystal frowns. “Do what?”

“Don’t pout.”

“Why not?” she quirks en eyebrow.

“Because it makes me wanna kiss it off your lips,” Gigi deadpans. She takes a final sip from her beer before walking to the fridge again, not minding if Crystal just froze on her spot.

Crystal laughs nervously, trying to convince herself she just misheard. Her heart is beating so fast on er chest, if she watched any medical tv show she might be worried for it to pop out of her body through her nose at any second.

As time passes, she wonders if that’s possible.

“What did you say?”

Gigi sighs, returning with another two beers. She looks uncharacteristically shy, sheepishly placing the new beer in front of Crystal, eyes glued to the carpet.

“This is dumb,” she blurts.

“Gigi—”

But Gigi leans in to kiss her, and suddenly any word forming in Crystal’s head dissolves.

It’s slow and tentative at first, but any doubt disappears when Crystal’s hands move to cup Gigi’s face, pulling her even closer.

She feels light. So light, like when she was holding her arms up in the tunnel to feel the wind, and everything moved so far away from her, she felt ethereal. And now, moving her lips against Gigi’s and feeling the texture of her lipstick between them makes her wonder how Gigi can make such raw sentiments be born in her, riding a goddamn motorcycle or kissing her in the tiny kitchen of her apartment.

Gigi’s hands are tight at the sides of her waist, tugging a little tighter as she pulls back to grab some air.

“That’s why I was looking for you earlier,” she confesses after a while of comfortable silence.

Crystal feels pulled out from a deep trance… or rid over by a bus. Whatever sounds romantic as she stares at the blonde’s deep blue eyes and runs her fingers over her shoulders.

“I think I’ve felt this way with you for a while… I mean, you’re pretty, and I have eyes, so I can tell that you’re pretty,” Gigi continues and if Crystal wasn’t focusing on breathing she would’ve laughed, “I thought that I could keep it friendly, but this morning, when I knew the temperature system was broken and I couldn’t make it to class or the party, I was so pissed. I didn’t wanna let you down.”

The butterflies in Crystal’s stomach have eaten her tongue. Yes, that’s why she’s speechless.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” Gigi finally asks and everything fits in Crystal’s head.

“Why would I be mad at you? You’ve literally described how I feel for the last semester with this crush I have on you,” Crystal blurts out.

Before regrets covers her entire face, she notices Gigi raising an eyebrow, with a smirk threatening to form on her lips.

“Last semester, huh? That much?”

“Shut up,” Crystal tries to sound pissed, she really does, but with Gigi being so close, her blushing cheeks betray her initial expression.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you’re flattering me.”

They both laugh. A warm feeling spreads across Crystal’s chest at the fact.

“This day… it was hell,” she mumbles, and almost smiles at how Gigi looks at her, having her entire attention, “and I also was thinking of you. It was weird… like, as I said before, birthdays are supposed to be happy and while I was sad and grumpy I couldn’t help but think ‘I wish Gigi was here, because she would make everything better; she’d make me laugh or help me or just make me feel like I’m not alone’ and I hated the idea of not getting to see—”

“The love of your life?” Gigi suggests, sounding way too hopeful.

“I was gonna say that blonde bitch,” Crystal grimaces, “but if that works for you…”

Gigi laughs, mumbling something about who was the real bitch is as she reaches over for her second beer.

Leaning her side on the kitchen bar, freshly open can in hand, Gigi smiles again. It’s a show of her teeth and little wrinkles at the sides of her eyes that Crystal remembers noticing the day they met that morning at History of Art class.

Glancing at that very smile, Crystal’s pretty sure she’s dreaming. Did she fall asleep on Jaida’s lawn? That’d be pathetic. Someone could think she’s dead tomorrow morning when everyone’s hung over and oh, the idea frightens her, but she has to be dreaming. She can’t be this lucky — she’s never been lucky. What are the chances someone like Gigi can have a crush on her?

This flawless, beautiful girl with a golden personality that Crystal’s been making heart-eyes at for months has a crush on her.

God, she thinks. If I fell asleep Jan better never wakes me up.

“Crystal?”

The redhead blinks a couple of times, meeting Gigi’s eyes in the process.

“You were lost in thought, babe. You alright?”

The fucking pet name again. Crystal isn’t dreaming; her brain wouldn’t be mean enough to make up scenarios like this.

“Was I? Sorry.”

That’s not the answer Gigi wants. She drags the other barstool from the other side of the kitchen bar to Crystal’s side, sitting down with her beer still in hand.

“Stop overthinking.”

It’s not a suggestion. Crystal attempts to laugh, but no actual sound comes out of her mouth.

“Well, I can’t,” she babbles, “it’s hard. This doesn’t feel real.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“No,” she whispers, more to herself than to the other girl. “I always thought that you were… romantically different than me.”

Gigi looks utterly confused. “Please elaborate?”

The butterflies are not dead. They’re flying around Crystal’s stomach now, begging her to not fuck it up.

“I never thought you’d feel the same,” she admits, too quietly for her taste.

Vulnerability is not a good look on her, she has decided years before, and definitely not in front of Gigi. She has all the time in the world to be a cry baby in the comfortable privacy of her dorm, not right now, for Christ’s sake.

“This is real,” Gigi gestured at herself, then at Crystal. “We’re real. Everything is. I can’t understand why you’re so impressed about it, but I know for sure it’s not enough of a reason.”

Crystal nods. Gigi’s right, as always, and she’s just wasting time questioning why has her day taken the path it did instead of enjoying it.

“I’m just being stupid.”

Gigi rolls her eyes, pulling her again for another kiss — a shorter one, but Crystal can’t help but try and memorize how her lips feel against hers. She’s never stopped and think of how it would be to kiss Gigi, and she’s somehow glad; none of her expectations would have been better than the real thing.

“I like you stupid,” Gigi comments once they part, receiving a smack on the arm by Crystal. “You know I’m kidding; you’re never stupid, but I do like you.”

“I like you too,” Crystal breathes, feeling every of her limbs relaxing. Gigi doesn’t say more, and maybe it’s the end of their conversation, but there’s something else forming in Crystal’s throat and before she knows it, she blurts out, “thank you.”

Gigi looks up, puzzled. “For what?”

“For the ride. It was the best birthday present ever.”

Under the dim lights of a small kitchen in an even smaller apartment somewhere in Los Angeles, Crystal knows there’s nothing better than Gigi Goode.

#rpdr fanfiction #crystal methyd #gigi goode #college au #lesbian au #fluff #catrina #concrit welcome #crygi #s12

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datleggy · 4 years

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I realize we are in the middle of a pandemic and possibly the worst thing to ever happen collectively to humanity, and that you're probably feeling as emotionally drained as I am... But I've reread your Buck Volunteer AU like 16 times in the past 3 months. It makes me happy. I realize writing might not make you happy right now, or give you energy or be on your mind. But reading is keeping me sane. So thank you for that little universe. I'll be here when you feel up to adding to it. ♡♡

these last few months have been pretty awful at every turn and have kinda made it almost impossible to write the way i’m used to (writing is like my lil escape from reality most of the time tbh) and this message made me really happy, i really appreciate this, so thanku. <3

and also, here are two lil random additions i’ve been v sporadically working on for the volunteer buck au?

and ima go ahead and tag the ppl i promised to tag(i hope i got everyone!)? i hope ya’ll don’t mind they’re unfinished snippets?

tag list: @ironbuckley @chrrlees @disgruntled-pelicant @nighting-gale17 @daughter-of-infinity @romeoandjulietyouwish @badbitchjackson @chitownwolf @lamalefix @moira3000 @heather-likes2review @demonwithasideoffries @pan-buck @fyeahhipsterdoctor @daylightisviolent @themoonyloveenvy @randomlyordinarlyed @jillibob44

SNIPPET 1.

Buck sneezes into his elbow, groaning miserably as he throws another load of laundry into the washing machine. He's been grappling with a cold for the past couple of days, and though as someone who works almost none stop, Buck should be relieved to finally have a few sick days off from work, the reality of it is, he's going a little stir crazy at home all by himself.

His studio apartment's never been as thoroughly clean as it is now, though, so Buck isn't too mad about the undesignated time off.

One minute Buck is putting his last quarter into the machine and the next he's lying sideways on the floor and there's a ringing in his ears and smoke filling up the laundromat, people screaming and scattering and dazed. Buck sits up carefully, confused until he sees the giant truck that smashed straight in through the giant glass windows.

He manages to stand up, ignoring the way the room starts to spin, and takes assessment of the situation, something he's learned to do while volunteering for the 118. It's a Wednesday afternoon so thankfully there weren't too many people inside doing laundry today, but those who were are all down, though some more out of shock than actual physical injury.

"Call 9-1-1!" Buck tells the laundromat employee, who's standing behind the counter, unharmed but horrified at the sudden destruction, and she nods hastily, getting out her cell. There aren't too many badly injured people, and those that are able, are helping those who aren't, so Buck limps over to the vehicle to check on the driver. He's a male in his thirties most likely, and by the empty beer cans on the bed of the truck it's obvious the driver's intoxicated.

He's passed out at the wheel, blood smearing his face from a laceration at the top of his forehead, but his pulse is strong and steady and nothing appears to be broken, upon Buck's initial examination.

There's a wailing to his left so, having confirmed the man will live to see his day in trial, Buck rushes to help. There's a woman on her knees, sobbing, with a little boy in her arms--he can't be older than Christopher. "Ma'am," Buck gets down next to her so that they're at eye level.

The woman clings to her child, shaking her head adamantly.

"I'm a doctor, I just want to check to see if your son's ok. Please." Buck exhales, relieved, when his words reassure the mother and she hesitantly lets go. He's breathing, but it's labored and from the sounds of it and all the fresh bruising on the boys' sternum, most likely he's got a collapsed lung. Buck looks to the employee who's still on the phone with 9-1-1 and asks for an ETA on an ambulance.

"The operator says two minutes!"

Buck curses faintly. He doesn't know if the kid has that long. As if to prove his theory, the boy stops breathing altogether, his skin turning a terrifying hue of blue. His mother's screaming now, completely inconsolable and a hushed crowd is starting to form outside of the laundromat.

The paramedics hop out of their rig but until firefighters get to the scene there's just no way they can get in without risking injury to themselves, since the car is blocking their way and has started to smoke fumes.

"Everybody please remain calm. The fire department's only five minutes out." they assure everyone. Weber and Jones; Buck knows them from working at the hospital and waves to get their attention. "Doc?!" Weber exclaims, when she spots him among the injured.

"This kid's got a tension pneumothorax, he's not gonna last five minutes without medical intervention. I need one of you to pass me a 16 gauge bore needle through the opening there so I can do a decompression!"

"You got it!"

The boys mother is close to hyperventilating at this point.

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SNIPPET 2.

It's been a tough week--though that might be an understatement--and a part of Buck wants to stay wrapped up in a pile of one too many quilts and blankets, in the dark, watching bad romcoms and never leave his apartment ever again. But he's been so busy at work Buck hasn't had a single moment to text anyone from the 118, and he thinks maybe being around them might make him feel a little less like the world has come to an abrupt halt. He also hasn’t eaten anything besides instant ramen in over a week, and that can’t be good.

They’re in the middle of a card game when Buck shows up and Eddie begs him to join in. "It's way too easy taking Chim's money." he sighs. "I need a challenge."

Chimney gawks at him. "Big words from the man who was literally whining like a baby not five minutes ago. He was all, 'Oh I hope Buck comes in today. Buck didn't answer any of my texts this week. Do you think he's ok? Should I call him? Would that be too much?'" he pokes fun, only stopping when Hen flicks the back of his ear.

“Play nice.” she says. She sits down in the chair next to Buck and nudges his shoulder playfully. “Eddie wasn’t the only one worried, by the way. You suck at texting but I usually get at least a ‘K’ back--long week?”

Buck leans forward in his seat, elbows perched up on the table. “Yeah. Something like that.”

Bobby, who’s in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone, overhears the ongoing conversation and tilts his head in concern. The kid sounds wrecked.

“Sometimes it helps to talk about it.” Hen prods gently.

Buck chews on his bottom lip, nervous. He didn’t come here to unload his problems on his friends.

“You can talk to us.” Eddie says, reaching across the table to give his hand a quick squeeze. “You listen to my problems all the time--hell, I called you last week on your lunch break to yell about some asshole who cut me off in traffic.”

That manages to get a small smile out of Buck. “Ok, ok, I--” he takes a deep breath before starting. “I messed up.” he scrubs a hand over his face. Why hadn’t he seen it?

#911 FOX #ASK #<3 #thanku #:)#VOLUNTEER BUCK AU #buck buckley

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atasteforsuicidal · 4 years

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five years ago today, i had my first shift at 10am at starbucks, the whole time during which my sister was in labour and i was eagerly awaiting news. then i had class that night at 6pm, and she was still in labour. i saw my beautiful, itty-bitty niece for the first time as i sat in one of utm’s lecture halls learning, ironically, about developmental psychology. i still remember getting utterly distracted looking at the first photos my mum sent me of my sister holding her.

it’s so fucking wild to me how time flies?

in that time, i’ve only been able to spend one halloween, one birthday, and two christmases with her, among a handful of non-holiday trips, including visiting for the birth of her little brother and two bereavement visits. last year was actually the most times i’ve visited home in a single year since violet was born, and it’s almost like the world knew what was coming, because with this pandemic, i can’t begin to guess the next time i’m going to see my family from back home. it will be a year come january, and lord knows we won’t be much closer to a solution by then, given that it’s barely two months away.

it will never stop making my heart ache to miss all those celebrations and milestones, not just for one little darling anymore, but for two, and video-chatting tonight to wish my mum and my niece both a happy birthday and hearing that little girl tell me she misses me and she’s sad that i can’t visit broke my heart. knowing that river is going to have no real memories of me from his younger years kills me - i saw him four time in his first year of life, and then that was it. i met him sooner than i met violet, but he won’t have the same kind of spread-out memories of me that she does. it kills me.

in that five years, i also lost two grandparents, and i watched from afar as my other grandmother and one of my uncles struggled against, and ultimately beat, cancer. i received the kind of messages you don’t ever want to receive - i had to call the ambulance for your father. your aunt had a stroke. someone had a miscarriage. your cousin’s wedding is off. your grandmother is in the hospital. your grandmother is gone. your grandfather is gone, too. your other grandmother had a bad fall. now she’s had a stroke.

but there were good calls, too. ever since the 911 incident, your dad hasn’t needed insulin anymore, it’s like something reset in him. your sister’s pregnant again. your cousin is pregnant. that cousin is also engaged again. and there were good visits, too! my parents visiting for my graduation from university. a different cousin’s wedding. river’s birth. a christmas where everyone came home for the first time in years and years and years. a birthday visit from my mum.

i actually graduated from university with an hba after taking two years off in the middle of the degree. i sat on my ass and did nothing with that degree, hemming and hawing over going for a masters. i had a few really wonderful visits with some important friends. i got closer to my cousin kat, and i met morgan. i made some new friends at a regular gaming event thanks to some co-workers. i discovered some new things about myself. i learned to explore my own intimacy. i got active in fandom life again and made some new online friends. i started seeing a therapist. i went back to school and have been absolutely killing it. i started writing again. i actually spoke to one (1) whole person on a dating app. for the first time in my life, i have savings (ignoring the fact that i still have student loans, too). i have really good credit, after struggling on-and-off with debt for years.

but i also broke my own heart - badly. i lost touch with a lot of people who still mean so much to me, and i broke a really important promise to one of those people in doing so. guilt eats at me every day for it. my social anxiety grew worse than it ever was before, and i closed myself off. a mix of social anxiety and a change in location had me not really seeing those games night friends anymore. i forgot how to do anything but keep people at an arm’s length. forgot how to trust, how to let people in. more than ever before, i am a listener and not a talker. it took me days to tell my roommates about my grandmother’s stroke. hell, kat knew my other grandmother had died because her parents called her and told her so she’d come pick me up at work, but when my grandfather passed, i don’t think i said a word to my roommates until i already had my flight booked. i started college in the hopes of meeting people and a global-fucking-pandemic pushed my classes online, secluded me more than ever. i continue to be atrocious at keeping in touch with people online, too, and thus continue to estrange myself from my family and friends, and being unable to visit makes it even worse. discounting kat and her parents and brother, i saw family for the first time in a year this month. that’s. that’s unheard of, in my family. it’s just not done.

and throughout all of that, i’ve had so many ups and downs at work, too. i’ve worked at three different stores in these five years; worked under nine different store managers, two interim store managers, and five different district managers; and, in a few months, it’s going to be coming to an end. i’d be lying if i didn’t say that i’ll be a bit sad, but, more than anything else, it’s going to be a huge weight off my shoulders, and i’m so looking forward to my departure. it’s too social a job. literally being told to talk to customers makes me want to run into traffic, that’s how bad my anxiety has gotten. these last two or so years, making “customer connections” has felt like pulling teeth because opening my damn mouth to make words come out feels like it’s going to kill me. that’s. that’s so fucked up. i spend more time at work thinking about creative ways to kill myself than i do about actually enjoying my job. it’s a shame, it really is. i work for a surprisingly good employer - not a perfect one by any means, but a good one. i used to love the job. now it makes me miserable, and it’s only partly because of the micromanaging.

seeing hundreds of faces a day is exhausting. and then coming home to people who are significantly more social than myself... it’s draining. i feel like i’m being crushed under the weight of it sometimes. i’m under no illusions that the career path i’m aiming for now will still require socialization, but it’s not going to be at that same level. it’s a job that will drive empathy and give you the chance to actually connect with clients you see and correspond with regularly rather than customers who get lost in an endless sea of people day in and day out. i’m ready for that change, i really am.

it’s been a long five years, and it’s been draining, and exhausting, and discouraging in a lot of ways, but it’s had some really rewarding times, too. it’s hard not to look back at the start of those five years and wonder what the fuck happened that i’m still where i’m at now, but the important thing to remember is that i’ve already started the process of getting out of this slump. my motivation comes and goes, and i seem to be dipping into another slump again, but that always happens as winter approaches; i’m used to it now. it’s important to acknowledge where you’ve been and what you’ve gone through, but i just need to keep telling myself to keep my gaze ahead of me and continue moving forward.

so, yeah. ramble-rant-thing over, i guess.

here’s to five more, or whatever. may i have a lot more successes to bring forward at that point.

#this was supposed to be a short little wow time flies post #instead i decided to dump my emotions everywhere holy shit i'm so sorry #uhhh cw for talk of death and illness and depression among other topics #oh and i guess for mentions of suicidal ideation #maybe i can find something in here to talk to vivian about later this week

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whumphoarder · 5 years

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Living the High Life

Summary: Peter gets a nosebleed while on Tony’s private jet. Chaos abounds.

Word count: 1,751

Genre: Fluff, humor, whump

A/N: Thanks to @awesomesockes for the idea, and to @xxx-cat-xxx & @sallyidss for beta reading!

Link to read on Ao3

The plane jostles slightly, causing the seatbelt light to flash overhead. Glancing sideways, Tony sees Peter’s eyes widen as the kid grips the armrests of his seat nervously.

“Hey, chill out, alright?” Tony says with a chuckle. “I don’t really want your handprints embedded in my two hundred million dollar jet.”

Peter gapes at him, his nervous expression being replaced by one of disbelief. “Wait, wait, two hundred million?” He releases the armrests and grabs his open bottle of coke from the cupholder so he can quickly screw the cap back on. “And you were letting me drink soda on it?!” he demands, horrified.

Tony smirks; he always gets a kick out of seeing the kid experience for the first time the same luxuries that Tony himself has been taking for granted since childhood. Private jets are no exception.

The two of them are currently flying out to California for the weekend to visit Tony’s recently rebuilt Malibu mansion, as well as to get Peter campus tours of UCLA and CalTech (two of the schools he’s considering applying to during his junior year). Tony’s excited to see the kid’s response to everything from their upcoming hotel accommodations to actual palm trees.

The plane hits a few more bumps of turbulence. His face draining of color, Peter squeezes his eyes shut tightly and leans back in his seat with a tiny moan.

“Wait a minute…” Tony raises an eyebrow, giving Peter an amused look. “Are you telling me that Spider-Man—a guy who swings from literal skyscrapers through the streets of New York on the daily—is scared of heights?”

“Not heights,” Peter grits out, his teeth clenched a bit. “Just flying. Like, in a plane.”

“Flying?” Tony frowns. “But you flew to Germany with no problem.” Or, at least none that he recalls Happy reporting to him. Though, to be fair, they were all a bit distracted that week.

Peter opens his eyes and shrugs. ��Well, that time I was kinda more focused on the fact that Tony Stark pulled me out of school for three days so I could steal Captain America’s shield, so…” he trails off as they hit another bump and gulps. “Just, you know, Parkers and airplanes have kind of a history...”

Suddenly, it clicks. An instant wave of guilt washes over Tony. Of course the kid would have issues with flying after having his parents die in a plane crash when he was only four years old. Hell, Tony was twenty-one when his own parents were killed and he still prefers to drive himself rather than relinquish control of his vehicles to a chauffeur (with the notable exception of Happy).

Tony softens his tone before speaking again. “It’s just a little air pocket,” he reassures. “We’ll be through it soon. And worst case scenario, I’ve got suits on board.”

Peter nods tightly a few times. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll be fine.”

Figuring a distraction is in order, Tony starts recounting a particularly memorable MIT party back in the day during which Rhodey got so wasted he danced on the ping pong table to “Heat of the Moment” until it collapsed under him. By the time he’s done, the kid’s nervousness seems to have dissipated and he’s giggling along, the plane ride all but forgotten.

Once they’re through the turbulence, the flight attendant brings out their lunches and Tony once again has to grin at the kid’s awe.

“Honestly, I would have been happy with like, McDonald’s,” Peter babbles, sawing away at his filet mignon piece with a knife and fork, “but this definitely beats that.” He pauses, frowning. “Unless it’s McRib season. McRibs are the bomb, Mr. Stark.”

Tony pulls a face. “I am going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

Peter giggles. Then the plane begins shaking again—a bit harder this time—and the giggles fade, replaced by breaths which are a little too carefully measured to be natural.

Alright, back to story time. “Hey kid,” Tony begins, “have I ever told you about the time Happy fell backwards into the compound’s swimming pool?”

“Uh, don’t think so…” Peter says, gazing nervously out the window.

Tony launches right in. “So, Happy was doing his laundry, like he does every Sunday afternoon. I swear, the guy separates every single color until he’s got like, seven loads. Total fanatic about it. Now, you gotta understand DUM-E had been malfunctioning for the past few days, and so—”

“Oh no…” Peter breathes out suddenly. The kid turns back away from the window, his hand clamped over his mouth and nose and an urgent expression on his face. “Oh no, not here, not here...” he mutters, his words muffled by his palm as his eyes dart around the plane.

Figuring he has a pretty good idea of what’s about to occur, Tony immediately bends down to grab a paper airsickness bag from under the seat, but Peter has already unbuckled his seatbelt and is scrambling up from his chair, his hand still clamped over his face.

“No, Peter, you can’t—” Tony calls after him, pointing to the still illuminated seatbelt sign, but the kid is already racing toward the lavatory. Tony quickly unclips his own seatbelt and jumps up to hurry after him. He’s halfway down the aisle before the plane hits another patch of turbulence that causes Tony to stagger into one of the other seats.

From inside the lavatory, he hears a crash followed by a sharp “oof!” Tony winces. Maybe he shouldn’t have insisted the bathrooms on his plane be designed four times as large as the cramped ones on commercial aircrafts—it leaves enough room to actually fall down.

“Peter?” he calls worriedly, knocking on the closed door. “You alright?

“Don’t come in!” Peter’s voice yelps. “I’m fine! I got it handled!”

Tony’s worry deepens. “Kid, you really can’t be out of your seat right now. If you’re getting sick—”

“I’m not!” Peter says quickly. “Really, it’s okay. Uh, I just…” His voice trails off, and then, barely audible, Tony hears him mutter, “Oh god it’s everywhere...”

The plane shakes again and Tony stumbles, pressing a hand to the lavatory door to keep himself upright. But Peter must not have locked it because the door pushes open and Tony half-falls into the bathroom, catching himself one-handedly on the corner of the sink. His hand lands in a few drops of something red and wet.

“What the…?” Tony turns away from the sink, taking in the horrific sight. Blood drops seem to be covering every flat surface of the bathroom—the countertop, the floor, the sink. Peter is sitting on the floor beside the toilet, his light gray t-shirt and blue jeans now stained with crimson splotches as he frantically tears off more pieces of toilet paper to add to the growing bloody wad of tissue he’s pressing to his face. Tony blinks at him. “Are you hurt?”

Peter shakes his head. His voice is nasally when he speaks. “I’m really really sorry.”

Tony blinks again. “This is all from your nose?”

Peter nods, looking absolutely miserable. “I, uh, kinda get bad nosebleeds sometimes? Like usually if it’s too dry, or if I get stressed, or… I dunno, I guess if my nose just feels like it?”

“Well that’s... inconvenient,” Tony remarks.

The plane jostles and Peter braces his free hand against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. “Is it supposed to be doing that?” he groans.

“It’s just turbulence,” Tony assures. “I’ve flown through a hell of a lot worse, I promise. There was this thunderstorm once when I was flying over Portugal when a bolt of lightning actually—” He’s cut off by a pained whine from the kid. Tony clears his throat. “...But, that’s probably a story for another day.” He makes a vague gesture in front of his own nose. “Is it stopping?”

Peter pulls the tissues back to check. Immediately, a fresh wave of blood runs down from his nostrils, causing Tony to wince though the kid seems unfazed. “It’s slowing down,” he says with a shrug.

Tony huffs out a short laugh. “That’s kind of concerning, but we’ll suspend that for the moment.” Stepping further into the bathroom, Tony moves over to the cabinet to locate a stack of plush white towels. He holds one out to the kid, who throws him a horrified look in return.

“I’ll just get blood all over it,” Peter says worriedly. “Those look really expensive.”

Tony rolls his eyes. “It’s a towel. It can’t be more than, what? Forty? Fifty bucks?”

Peter’s eyes widen. “Oh my god, that’s even worse! I was thinking like ten!”

With a deep sigh, Tony chucks the towel directly at the kid’s face. Peter shoots up his free hand to catch it on reflex, leaving bloody fingerprints on the pristine material. He makes a little distressed moan upon realizing. “Mr. Stark…” he whines.

“You’re welcome,” Tony says with a huff. “Now let’s get you back to your seat. Safety first and all that jazz.” As if to emphasize his words, the plane promptly hits another rough patch.

Peter shakes his head, teeth clenched through the jostling. “Can’t. I’m covered in blood. I’ll ruin your two hundred million dollar jet,” he grits out.

“You’re not gonna ruin the jet,” Tony points out. He pauses for a beat. “Just the jet’s upholstery.”

Peter only moans miserably.

Tony sighs. “Alright, we’ll figure something out.”

“Whoa, does this seat go all the way flat?!”

Tony chuckles as he adjusts the controls on Peter’s seat to recline it backwards. “Yeah, wonders never cease, kid,” he remarks.

Peter—now wrapped completely in the unrolled emergency parachute from the plane’s cargo area like some kind of nylon burrito—is finally strapped into his chair again. The bleeding has nearly stopped now, though he’s still pinching his nose with tissues to be sure.

Tony pulls a single use ice pack out of the plane’s first aid kit. He squeezes the packet and shakes it to activate the chemicals inside before passing it to Peter. “Here.”

“Thanks,” Peter says. He presses it to the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “And I’m really sorry about all the mess…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Tony waves his hand dismissively. “But you are definitely going to need a shower when we land before you even think about trying out the mansion’s rooftop swimming pool.”

Peter’s eyes widen yet again. “Your what?!”

Tony chuckles. This never gets old.

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Summary: Alex has a list of things to say.

ao3

Two months into sleeping alone every night, Michael was woken up to persistent knocking on his door.

His phone said it wasn't even 8 AM, so he figured whoever it was must've had a serious reason to be there. He managed to drag himself up and to the door, rubbing his eye all the while only to be extremely confused by the person there.

"Alex?"

"I'm talking, you're listening," the Airman insisted, pushing into the airstream with a notebook in hand. He still had serious bedhead and was in his pjs, but his face was hardened and ready to combat whatever enemy he'd decided was there.

"Huh?" Michael asked, turning with confusion on his face.

"Shut up and listen," Alex dictated. Michael raised his hands in tired defeat, falling back to his bed. "I realized almost all of our fuck ups trail back to you not waiting for me to come up with an answer or you completely misunderstanding something I say because I try to make you understand, but I fail. So I'm going through all the points I could remember and we're going to fix this shit. You can talk when I'm done."

He was so determined and who was Michael to say no? Not that he even wanted to.

"Okay, I'm listening."

"Shush."

Michael stifled a laugh, smiling up towards Alex as he opened his little notebook. He took a deep breath in preparation.

"When we were 11 and you had been in Roswell for, like, two weeks, you asked if I wanted to be your partner for a social studies project and I hesitated to look at Kyle to see if he wanted to be my partner, but you took that as a complete rejection and you walked away before I could even answer. I had to be partners with Carla St. Pierre who had a big crush on me and didn't take no as an answer, so I ignored you for two years."

"Oh, we're going that far back?"

"Michael."

"Sorry."

Alex huffed an adorably annoyed breath, shaking off the distraction. He honestly looked adorable in general. If he wasn't so deadset, Michael might've asked him to cuddle until he was more awake.

"In 10th grade, I asked if you wanted me to wash your gym clothes for you and you thought I was insulting you, but I was just offering to clean them without further questions.

"Before my first tour, you asked if I wanted to go get Taco Bell late one night and I took too long to respond, so you thought I meant no, when really I just was unsure if we'd be able to go without someone seeing us and I was worried for your safety, but you took the offer back before I could say that.

"After my first tour when we did go to Taco Bell at midnight together, you ordered for me because I took too long to decide and while it was really good food, I would've liked to make my own decision which is why you didn't get laid that night."

And it went on and on and on and Michael was beginning to feel like they were horrible for each other. How did he manage to mess things up between them that often in the time they'd known each other? It was insane. Alex had shown up with a promise to work it out, but how could they work out a problem that started from their very first conversation?

This was clearly the end of all ending. A giant message of every goddamn time he'd hurt him before never getting to touch him or his soft pjs ever again.

"And, most importantly, when I came to you and said I wanted to be friends, I meant that I wanted to get to know you, to start over away from all the pain and to make sure all this love I have for you makes sense and it isn't just some nostalgic teenage dream. I wanted to be friends and then together because friends make the best relationships. You thought I meant just friends. Why in god's name would I ever want to be just friends with you? Do you know how hard it is to just be in your space without smothering you with my face? I need all of you or I can't have any of you at all, that's how it has to be," Alex said, taking a heavy breath as he finished his 30 minute, thought out list.

Michael’s eyes were trained on the floor before him, his eyebrows tugged together in something akin to anger. Alex literally just came and busted into his house before eight in the morning to throw every single mistake he’d ever made into his face? He couldn’t have waited until he was a little less sober? He didn’t realize how quickly he could go from being excited about their future to completely empty. It hurt more than he could even put into words.

“Okay,” Alex said softly, kicking Michael’s shin, “Talk.”

Michael sniffled and tried to school his face a bit before he looked up at Alex. The moment he took in how cute he looked all over again, his bottom lip started quivering. He shrugged.

“So, what, tearing me apart at the Pony two months ago wasn’t enough?” Michael asked, watching Alex’s face become overwhelmed with confusion, “You had to come here and give me a written list of all the reasons why we shouldn’t be together? And to say it like it was going to be something positive... Fuck, you must really hate me.”

Alex stood there for a moment, opening and closing his mouth over and over. Michael thought about saying something else, but he had just listened to thirty minutes of all the times he hadn’t given Alex enough time to find his words, so he wasn’t about to make that same mistake again. They sat in silence for a while.

“Guerin... Guerin, what the fuck?” Alex asked, shaking his head as he threw the notebook down, “What is wrong with you? I-I just, I literally just came in here and told you I wanted to work it out with you! I literally just said you misunderstand me and you immediately misunderstood that! I wrote it down specifically so you wouldn’t understand me! What do you want from me?! I’m trying here! Fucking meet me halfway!”

Michael rubbed his hands over his face as he tried to mesh together what he was hearing and what Alex had just spent 30 minutes saying. How could listing all the ways they were wrong mean that he thought they were right?

“Alex... Even if you meant that, you just pointed out that I have been making you miserable from the first time we spoke. I have been fucking you over for nearly two decades. How could you want to be with me when you know that?” Michael said. He couldn’t hide the defeat in his voice. All he wanted was Alex, but it was clear that they were bad for each other.

“Oh my god,” Alex said, looking up to the roof with glistening eyes that made Michael have even more regrets. He was still hurting him. “What don’t you get, Guerin? What can I say to make you get it? Yeah, maybe we struggle to communicate and we should work on that, but you don’t make me miserable. For the last ten or so years, you’ve made me happier than anything else. When I get over myself and ignore everyone except for you, I am happy. You make me feel free and loved and safe and everything I have been denied my entire life. You are my everything and I want so badly to love you and be with you every goddamn minute of the day, but you won’t let me! You won’t accept it! I’m putting myself on the line for you and you’re fucking rejecting me! I don’t understand how a man who is so unbelievably intelligent could be so fucking stupid! Why can’t you just let me love you?!”

“Alex...” Michael groaned, feeling even more pain than before. This was too much.

“No! I’m still fucking talking!” Alex snapped, moving in closer. He jabbed a finger into Michael’s chest, glaring with all the feelings that he’d been forcing himself to bury for however many years. “I don’t give a shit if we shouldn’t work, I love you and I want you and I know you love me and I know you want this to work. I know you do.”

“Of course I do,” Michael admitted easily. Because it was easy. While his relationship with Alex had never been so easy, admitting he wanted Alex was never difficult. “But-”

“No. No buts. All we need is for both of us to put in the effort, that’s it,” Alex whispered, moving forward to place his forehead on Michael’s. Michael pulled him in closer, urging him to sit on his lap no matter how awkward the position might’ve been in the small space. He wanted him closer. “I spent all night filling up half a notebook on just you. You can’t reject me after that, that’s just mean.”

“I’m not rejecting you,” Michael said, a soft smile finding his lips. Even if he was just being yelled at, having Alex this close was enough to make him relax. “I thought you were rejecting me.”

“You need therapy, Guerin,” Alex grumbled, slowly slumping to tuck his head into the crook of Michael’s neck. Michael snorted a laugh, wrapping his arms around him in a warm hug.

“You do too.”

“We can go together,” Alex suggested, “Couples therapy would be super helpful.”

Michael thought about it for a moment, letting his hands slide over the soft fabric that covered Alex’s thighs. The main thing keeping him from doing therapy (aside from the cost, of course) had been the alien ordeal. They would have to discuss how they could avoid talking about that. But... if Alex was that desperate to make them work, then Michael was too.

“Okay. Let’s do that. If it means getting you, then... Shit, I’ll do anything,” Michael admitted, his voice soft. Alex nodded and gave him a squeeze that had him smiling even wider.

Eventually, he let Alex go, but only long enough for him to take off the prosthetic so they could crawl into bed. Alex cuddled up close, not like he had much of a choice with the airstream’s bed, and was out like a light. Apparently staying up all night pouring out your feelings was very draining.

Michael was able to go back to sleep too, finally ending his two months streak of a cold bed.

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