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princessasmosprincess · 11 months

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I saw your writing requests were open!! If you’re up for it, do you think you could do a continuation of the fall asleep headcanon you did for the brothers but write one for the dateables? The one where they react to mc falling asleep on them and then when they fall asleep on mc? :)

Thank you so much for your request ♡. Here's a link to the brothers' version.

Falling Asleep (Dateables ver.)

GN!MC x Dateables (separately)

Warnings: Accidental contact with sleep inducing substance, this is a fluffy piece so it shouldn't be that upsetting but I figured I'd tag it just in case.

Diavolo: He never gets to spend as much time with you as he'd like, so the moment he has some free time in his schedule he invites you over to the castle for tea. The two of you share a padded bench on the balcony outside his bedroom overlooking the whole Devildom. He's so surprised when you fall asleep on his shoulder, forgetting that humans don't have as much stamina as demons, and you've had almost as busy of a day as he had. His heart is so full as he watches you sleep; he's so happy that a human would allow themself to be vulnerable and fall asleep in his presence (most demons in his kingdom wouldn't feel comfortable doing something like that,) especially since that human is you.

The demon prince has been running himself ragged between his duties at RAD and drawn-out meetings with the House of Lords. He was so excited when you accepted his invitation for tea at the castle, it was the one thing helping him get through the day. He just didn't expect to fall asleep on your shoulder a few minutes after sitting down at the tea table. He wakes as the clock tower strikes the hour, a faint blush dusting his cheeks before he gives an embarrassed but booming laugh. Your presence is soothing to him.

Barbatos: He's always so busy so recently you've begun visiting the Demon Lord's castle on nights Lucifer has scheduled meetings with Diavolo so you can spend time with the butler. Tonight's "date" is in the tea room for its bi-weekly dusting, you folding napkins at the tea table while Barbatos works. The silence is comforting and companionable, punctuated by the crackling fireplace and the rhythmic sweeps of Barbatos' duster. All of that, combined with your repetitive task, you find your eyelids growing heavy; and when Barbatos turns around to tell you he's finished, he finds you asleep. A fond smile on his face, he clears the table. You wake to the scent of your favorite blend of tea brewing as Barbatos watches you rest.

It's so rare for the prim and proper butler to fall asleep on the job but he's just so tired. He worked late into the night so he could have a few hours of leasure with you (he could have asked Diavolo for some time off but he is ever diligent and prideful of his work). He's fallen asleep against his folded arms on the table, right after he set the tea to brew. You let him sleep, thankfully he taught you how to brew this particular blend of tea. He wakes with a start just as you're removing the infuser basket, blush rising on his cheeks as he utters an apology. You slide a cup of tea in front of him with a smile. It's really ok that he fell asleep, he needed it.

Simeon: On the occasion that Luke is spending the evening baking with Barbatos at the castle and Solomon is out doing who knows what, Simeon takes the opportunity to invite you to Purgatory Hall to keep him company. He finds it easier to write when you're around, something about you sparks inspiration within him. He lets you get a first look at what he's written, whether that's poetry, a short story, or part of the next installment of TSL (don't tell Levi, he'd be so jealous). He's about to hand you a finished page when he sees that you're slumped against the arm of the couch, snoring lightly. With a quiet little laugh, he covers you with a throw blanket. He loves the sound of your gentle breathing as he continues to write, it's the perfect background music.

Simeon looks up from his page as he tries to visualize a difficult scene he wants to write. You turn to comment on the page you're currently reading when his head hits your shoulder, having been lulled to sleep by the rustling of pages as you sat beside him. You let him rest and continue reading, your comment can wait. He wakes up several minutes later, smiling. In his dream, the two of you were the main characters of his story, and his unconscious mind was able to put the scene together in a satisfying way that works perfectly for what he's trying to write. He picks up his pen immediately to jot it down before the memory fades away. If you ask him about it, he'll give a playful smile and tell you'll just have to wait until the next volume of TSL comes out. It's a secret... for now.

Solomon: You're in his room, helping him extract nectar from Night-Blooming Poppies to use in a potion when you accidentally rub your eyes. Suddenly you begin to feel drowsy, a known side effect from the flowers and you begin to panic, reaching for Solomon. He'll calmly reassure you that the flower is potent but harmless and that he'll be right here when you wake up. He holds you tightly as you drift off to sleep, whispering soothing spells in your ear, it's the least he can do to comfort you. Besides, you feel so perfect in his arms.

He's working quickly to extract the nectar from the flowers and enjoying his time with you when pollen from a particularly stubborn bloom sprays into his eyes. He tries to shrug it off but soon his speech is slurring as sleep begins to overtake him. Concerned, you try to keep him upright, asking him what you should do. He tells you the effects will only last a little wh... And he's out. You do your best to slide his unconscious body to the floor, letting him use your lap as a pillow as you wait for the pollen to wear off. He can't help the way his heart beats faster when the first thing he sees upon waking is the face of his adorable apprentice.

#this ended up better than the brothers' version imo #sometimes writing at 3 am is worse #obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #diavolo obey me #barbatos obey me #simeon obey me #solomon obey me #obey me fluff #obey me x gn reader #obey me x gn mc

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layce2015 · 9 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Free To Be You And Me

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

Days had passed since the day Sam left off on his own, and Dean and I pretty much do our best to continue on as if nothing happened. But it honestly felt weird without Sam. Dean stayed mostly quiet that first night after Sam left and it was just really odd, and a bit worrying, with him not saying anything.

I wanted to talk to him but it was like he knew I was gonna say something and he would shake his head at me. I frown at him but don't say a word. Then that night, as we got ready for bed at the motel, I got in bed next to him and he pulled me close to him, held me tight. I frown, worried, as I hug him back and run my fingers through his short hair as he buries his face into the space where my neck and shoulder meet. We stayed like that until we fell asleep.

Hours later, I felt Dean twitching and I heard him grunt and groan. "No...no..don't..." he grumbles and I sit up and place my hands on his chest. "Dean, Dean, wake up." I said as he continues to twitch. "Don't...leave...(y/n)..." he mumbles and I shake his shoulder. "Dean!" I shouted and his eyes snap open and he sits up as well.

Then he turns to me. "Thank God." He mutters, sounding like he ran a mile, as he goes to embrace me. "Hey, hey, hey....it's okay." I said as I run my hand up and down his back. He hugs me for a few moments then he pulls back to look at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked him and his eyes shift down, almost like he was embarrassed. "Dean, you can tell me." I assured him as his green eyes looks back into mine. "I-I-I just..it felt so real..." he said and I furrow my brow. "What did you dream about?" I asked him. "You leaving me." He said. I give him a sympathetic look then cup his face.

"I'm right here, Dean. You know I'd never, ever leave you." I assured him. "I'll always be here by your side." I said and Dean stares into my eyes for a bit longer then nods and leans his forehead against mine. Then I go and give him a kiss on the lips and he cups my face in his hands. Moments later, we lay back down on the bed and just hold each other until we fall back asleep.

So now here we are, few days later, finishing a job with a vampire. We got back from killing it and Dean had gotten his jacket covered in blood. Dean goes to lay down on the bed as I dampen a washcloth in the motel room sink and start to clean his jacket. Then I look up at the mirror and see Castiel and Ariel standing behind me, this makes me let out a small scream.

"(Y/n)?!" Dean said and I thump the sink. "God. Don't do that, you two!" I yelled at the angels. "Hello, (y/n)." Castiel said then he turns to Dean, who was standing behind him. "Hello, Dean." He greets. "Greetings, you two." Ariel said as I turn around and see that Cas and Ariel are pretty close to me.

"Guys, we've talked about this. Personal space?" I said to them. "Our apologies." Castiel said and he and Ariel step back and I grab Dean's jacket and walk towards Dean. "How'd you find us? I thought we were flying below the angel radar." Dean asked then as he rubs his ribs to illustrate the point.

"You are. Bobby told us where you two were." Ariel said as her and Castiel look around the motel room. "Where's Sam?" Castiel asked us while Dean puts on his jacket without looking at the angel. "Us and Sam are taking separate vacations for a while. So." Dean replied.

"You find God yet?" I asked them. "More importantly, can I have my damn necklace back, please?" Dean asked, annoyed. "No, we haven't found him." Castiel said. "That's why we're here. We need your help." Ariel said. "With what? God hunt? Not interested." Dean said. "It's not God. It's someone else." said Castiel.

"Who?" Dean and I asked. "Archangel. The one who killed us." Castiel said and Dean and I share a look of confusion. "'Scuse me?" Dean asked. "His name is Raphael." Ariel said and I raise an eyebrow. "You two were wasted by a teenage mutant ninja angel?" I asked them. "We've heard whispers that he's walking the earth. This is a rare opportunity." Castiel said while I noticed that Ariel had rolled her eyes at my comment.

"For what? Revenge?" Dean asked. "Information." Ariel said as Dean goes over to the sink, picks up his knife and a washcloth, and starts to clean the knife. "So, what, you think you can find this dude and he's just gonna spill God's address?" Dean asked. "Yes, because we are gonna trap him and interrogate him." Ariel said and Dean pauses and turns to them.

"You two are serious about this." Dean said and the two angels turn to face us. "So, what we're Thelma and you two are Louise and we're just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together?" Dean asked, sarcastically, and Castiel stares at him, confused, while Ariel kinda smiled, knowingly.

"That's a decent comparison." She said and Dean, Castiel and I look at her. "What? I've dabbled into watching some movies." Ariel said and I shake my head as if to say Alrighty then. "Give me one good reason why we should do this." Dean said. "Because you're Michael's vessel and no angel will dare harm you." Castiel said and Dean looks at him.

"Oh, so I'm your bullet shield." he said, looking between Castiel and Ariel. "What about me? Aren't I in danger?" I asked. "You should be safe as well." Ariel said, a bit confidently. "How are you so sure?" I asked her, suspiciously. Her eyes dart to the side for a moment. "Just trust me." She said then she turns to Dean.

"Anyway...We need your help because you two are the only ones who'll help us. Please." She said and Dean considers it then looks at me and I shrug. "All right, fine." Dean said as he turns to the angels. "Where is he?" I asked them. "Maine. Let's go." Castiel said and he reaches both of his hands out to touch mine and Dean's forehead but Dean leans away.

"Whoa." Dean said and Castiel removes his hands. "What?" Castiel asked as Ariel scrunches her face up in confusion. "Last time you zapped me someplace I didn't poop for a week." Dean said and I face-palm. "Too much information, Dean." I said as he shrugs and goes to grab his keys. "We're driving." He stated.

Waterville, Maine

"And we're here why?" I asked as Dean, Cas, Ariel and I get out of the Impala. "A deputy sheriff laid eyes on the archangel." Ariel said. "And he still has eyes?" Dean asked and Castiel and Ariel nod.

"All right, what's the plan?" I asked. "We'll...tell the officer that he witnessed an angel of the Lord, and the officer will tell us where the angel is." Castiel said and Dean and I give him a Are you serious? look. "Seriously? You're going to walk in there and tell him the truth?" Dean asked him, disbelieving.

"Why not?" Castiel asked, genuine. "Because we're humans." I said as Dean pulls out a couple of fake ID's and stashes one inside Castiel's coat, then adjusts his coat and tie then he hands the other badge to Ariel, who takes it and examine it, then he goes to straighten her jacket. "And when humans want something really, really bad, we lie." Dean said as he does all of this. "Why?" Castiel asked him, confused. "Because that's how you become President." I said.

"Deputy Framingham?" Dean asked as we entered the sheriff's office. The deputy turns around and Dean and I hold up our FBI ID. "Hi. Alonzo Mosely and May Parker, FBI. These two are our partners, Eddie Moscone and Mary-Jane Watson." Dean said and Cas does nothing while Ariel goes to hold up her badge, a bit of a smile on her lips.

She looks over at Cas then elbows his side and he turns to look at her then catches on. He then pulls out his FBI ID, which he displays upside-down, I turn it over for him. "He's, uh, he's new. Mind if we ask you a few questions?" I asked. "Yeah, sure. Talk here, though." Framingham said as he indicates his right ear and leads us to his office.

"Hearing's all blown to hell in this one." He said. "That happen recently?" Dean asked him. "Yeah. Gas station. Why you're here, isn't it?" Framingham said. "Yes, it is." Dean said and we all sit down, Dean at one down, Castiel sits next to him, Ariel next to Cas and I next to Ariel.

"You mind just, uh, running us through what happened?" I asked him. "A call came in. Disturbance out at the Pump and Go on Route 4." Framingham explains. "What kind of disturbance?" Dean asked. "Would not have believed my eyes if I hadn't seen it myself. We're talking a riot. Full scale." Framingham said.

"How many?" asked Dean. "Thirty, forty, in all-out kill-or-be-killed combat?" Framingham said, shrugging. "Any idea what set them off?" I asked. "It's angels and demons, probably." Castiel said and Framingham looks at him, stunned. "They're skirmishing all over the globe." Castiel said to him and I run my hands over my eyes.

"Come again?" Framingham asked then he turns to Dean. "What did he say?" he asked. "Nothing." Ariel said as she lightly side-kicks at Castiel's leg, to make him stop. "Demons, you know, drink, adultery. We all have our demons, Walt." she said, quickly, as she gives a smile. I was kinda impressed with her, for an angel she's doing pretty good at lying.

"I guess." Framingham said and Dean looks at Castiel. "Anyway. What happened next?" I asked Framingham, changing subject. "Freaking explosion, that's what. They said it was one of those underground gas tanks, but, uh, I don't think so." Framingham said. "Why not?" Dean asked. "Wasn't your usual fireball. It was, um—" Framingham said, then he trails off as he thinks. "Pure white." Castiel and Ariel said and Framingham nods.

"Yeah. Gas station was leveled. Everyone was...it was just horrible. And I see this one guy, kneeling, real focused-like, not a damn scratch on him." he said. "You know him?" I asked him. "Donnie Finneman. Mechanic there." Framingham replied. "Let me guess, he just, uh, vanished into thin air?" Dean asked. "Uh, no, Kolchak. He's down at Saint Pete's." Framingham said and Castiel and Ariel share a look before Castiel turns to Dean. "Saint Pete's." he repeats and Dean rolls his eyes. "Thank you." he said.

We go to the hospital and observe Donnie, who was sitting in a wheelchair in a catatonic state, from the hallway window. "I take it that's not Raphael anymore." Dean said. "Just an empty vessel." Castiel replied.

"So is this what I'm looking at if Michael jumps in my bones?" Dean asked. "No, not at all. Michael is much more powerful. It'll be far worse for you." Castiel said and Dean looks away. "Way to sugar-coat it, Cas." I said, sarcastically, while I noticed Ariel look a bit worried and sad as she stares at Donnie.

We stopped at one of my nearby safehouses and decided to relax there. Ariel and Castiel had to leave to get something, so Dean and I were left alone here. Dean walks through the kitchen area, paging through John's journal. I was sitting on the table when Dean sits next to me and sets the journal down on the table.

Dean sighs and goes to turn to me but he slightly jumped. I turn around and saw Castiel and Ariel standing behind us, Ariel holding a ceramic jar. "Where've you two been?" Dean asked them. "Jerusalem." Ariel said.

"Oh, how was it?" I asked them. "Arid." Castiel replied and sets the jar on the table. "What's that?" Dean and I asked. "It's oil. It's very special. Very rare." Ariel replied as her and Cas take a couple of chairs and sit down.

"Okay, so we trap Raphael with a nice vinaigrette?" Dean asked him, with sarcasm. "No." Castiel and Ariel said, in unison. "So this ritual of yours, when does it got to go down?" I asked. "Sunrise." Castiel replied. "Tell me something. You keep saying we're gonna trap this guy. Isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?" Dean asked. "No, it's harder." Castiel replied, casually.

"Do we have any chance of surviving this?" I asked. "You two do." Ariel said as she points at me and Dean. "So odds are you two are dead men tomorrow." Dean said. "Yes." Castiel said while Ariel nods, slightly.

"Well. Last night on earth. What are your plans?" Dean asked them. "I just thought I'd sit here quietly." Castiel said and Ariel shrugs. "Not really sure." She replied. "Come on, anything? Booze, women?" Dean asked then turns to Ariel. "Men?" He asked and the two angels look at us then away, uncomfortable.

"You have been with women before. Right? Or an angel, at least?" Dean asked Castiel, who rubs the back of his neck. "What about you? You ever been with a guy or another angel?" I asked Ariel, who shuffles in place. "You mean to tell us you two have never been up there doing a little cloud-seeding?" Dean asked the two angels. "Look, I've never had occasion, okay?" Castiel said, defensively. "It's never really been a concern of mine." Ariel said and Dean and I share a look before he sighs.

"All right." He mutters as he grabs his jacket. "Let me tell you two something. There are two things I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay. Two, you two are not gonna die virgins. Not on my watch. Let's go." Dean said and he leaves. Castiel and Ariel stare after him then look over at me.

I shrug and gesture for them to follow me and we leave the building.

Later, Dean dropped me and Ariel off at the bar while he took Castiel to a brothel. Ariel and I were sitting at the bar and the bartender handed us our drinks. "So, this is...beer?" Ariel asked me as she picks up the mug. "Yep, may not be good for you but it does help wash away your woes." I said and Ariel takes a sip of it.

"Ack!" She exclaims, in disgust. "That is revolting." She said, her face scrunched up. "Yeah, when you have a few more sips it goes down easier." I said. "How do you humans keep drinking this?" She asked me. "Well, there are other types of drinks here. Different varieties for different types of people." I said as Ariel looks down at her drink.

"I'm almost too scared to even try the others." She said and I chuckle. I then notice a man a few seats down the bar, looking at us. Actually it looks like he’s checking Ariel out. “Hey.” I said, keeping my eyes on the man. Ariel looks up from her drink and I nod towards the man. “You got quite the stud checking you out.” I said.

Ariel turns to look at the man, who smirks at her and raises his drink slightly in acknowledgment. “Oh. That nice.” Ariel said, looking back down at her drink and seeming a little nervous.

“Why don’t you go talk to him?” I suggested. “I believe that would be a horrible idea. I’m very unfamiliar with courtship.” Ariel admitted, sheepishly. “Wow, so formal.” I said jokingly, but Ariel just stares at me. “Well lucky for you, you have me as your wingwoman. Come on.“ I said, getting up.

“Where are we going?” Ariel asked, nearly falling off her bar stool when she stood up. I walk over to the man, who was taking a sip of his drink. “Excuse me.” I said and he looks up. “I saw you checking out my friend here.” I said, dropping my hand on Ariel’s shoulder and making her jump slightly.

“I thought you two should meet.” I said, lightly pushing her to sit on the stool next to him. “Hello.” The man said, smirking at her. “Uh, yes, hello! Greetings and salutations.” Ariel said, sounding a bit nervous.

I took a seat on the stool next to Ariel, raising my glass to my lips and pretending to take a drink. “Tell him he looks nice.” I whispered to her, before actually taking a sip. “Your face is very interesting.” Ariel said and I nearly choked on my drink. “Uh…thanks. I think.” The man muttered, looking away. I cough and hit my chest, trying to clear my throat. “Try small talk.” I whispered.

“So come here often?” Ariel asked him and I smile, thinking she’s got this now. “I imagine anyone who does is probably an alcoholic.” She said and I face palm. “I do actually. I’m a steelworker and I come here to unwind.” The man replied. From his tone it sounded like he was no longer interested. “Sorry, I just remembered I got this thing I need to do.” He said, getting up and leaving without even giving a proper goodbye.

"Did I do that wrong?” Ariel asked, turning to me. “If I were to grade you, I give you an F.” I replied. “I warned you. I’m unfamiliar with this.” She said. “Yeah, you did. I just didn’t expect that. Like saying his face was interesting.” I said, taking a sip of my drink. “It was, his eyes were green. Only a 2% of the population have green eyes.” Ariel said.

“Hmph. Dean has green eyes.” I muttered. "Yes, Dean also has an interesting face." She said and I look at her and fold my arms across my chest. "Hey, that's my boyfriend you're talking about, don't make me fight you." I said and Ariel holds her hands up to me. "I meant no offense." She said and I laugh at this.

"I was kidding, Ariel." I said and she has a look of relief of her face. “Oh good. If you do have any concerns, I think you can put them to rest. I believe I wouldn’t have much better luck with him.” she said. “Probably not.” I said we share a laugh.

Then Ariel gives me a small smile but then she looks down. "You know, most of my brothers and sisters...they don't really like humans. They think you humans are below them but...after being on this Earth for the last few years, I actually don't mind humans." She explains as I watch her. "I mean, I've met some bad ones but I've met some good ones. And you and Dean, well you two are rough around the edges but you two are good." She said and I give her a curious look.

"Why do the other angels hate humans?" I asked, curiously. Ariel sighs then looks at me. "They hate that they use their free will to destroy or, in Dean's case, fight their destiny." She explains. "We were always told by our Father to follow rules and stay in line and when he created Earth and humans, he seemed fascinated by them. Which, in a way, I think has made some of my brothers and sisters angry and jealous. But me...I actually like what humans do. I think it's great you humans can choose your path and grow from it, meanwhile...the angels stay the same." She continues and I frown. "That sucks." I said but, weirdly, it kinda sounded like how John treated Sam and Dean.

We sat in silence for a moment before Ariel lets out a heavy sigh. "Which is why I really hate to tell you this but..." she said and I turn my head to her. "The reason you're gonna be fine with our confrontation with Raphael, is because, like Dean, you are a vessel." She said and my jaw drops and my eyes widen.

"What?!" I asked, stunned. Ariel nods. "Who am I a vessel for?" I asked her. She stares at me with her big blue eyes and said. "Me."

It felt like a slap in the face as she said this and ears started to ring. "A-A-Are you serious?" I asked her. "Unfortunately, I am." She said. "So what, this whole thing between us is some weird way to get me to say yes?!" I asked, a bit angrily. "No, no, no...look, I want to try every plan I can to stop this fight with Michael and Lucifer. You being the vessel is a last resort. I was also trying to stop the seals from being broken but my siblings were on the side for the seals to be broken. I even tried to communicate to you as you slept." She said and it was like a lightbulb went off in my head.

"So, all those dreams where I saw a figure in the white light and a high pitch ring...those were you?" I asked her and she nods. "Yeah, I'm very sorry about that. I didn't think about how my real voice would sound to the human ear." She explained. "Well, thanks for the many crappy nights." I remarked and Ariel gives me an apologetic look.

"So, what do you mean that I'm a last resort?" I asked her. "It's only for if my brothers attain their vessels. If that does happen, then it will be you as my only hope." She said. "Well, knowing Dean, he's not gonna say yes. I hope your brothers know that he is a major stubborn pain in the ass, and I'm his girlfriend, so that should say something." I said and Ariel chuckles a bit. "Yeah, I'm hoping it stays that way. I really don't want to posses you but...it is the last resort. So until then, I won't pressure you to say yes to me." She said while I think over what she just told me.

Sometime later, Dean and Castiel came to pick us up in the Impala. Apparently, Dean was also unsuccessful to get Castiel laid so we decided to just go ahead and call upon Raphael.

We sneak into the hospital and go to Donnie's room. We shut the door and close the shade as Castiel pours the oil in a circle around Donnie's wheelchair. "When the oil burns, no angel can touch or pass through the flames, or he dies." Castiel informs us. "Okay, so we trap him in a steel cage of holy fire, but one question. How the hell do we get him here?" Dean asked him. "Very simple. There's, well, almost an open phone line between a vessel and his angel. One just has to know how to dial." Ariel said and she leans down to Donnie's ear and chants in Enochian.

"I'm here, Raphael. Come and get us, you bastard." Ariel whispers and her and Castiel leave the oil circle. "Just out of curiosity, what is the average customer wait time to speak to an archangel?" I asked them. "Be ready." Castiel said and he lights a match and drops it on the oil, which bursts into a ring of flame.

"Well that's a day I'll never get back." Dean grumbles as we pull up to the safehouse then make our way inside. "Guys, wait." Ariel said as there was a bright light. Donnie was already inside the cabin, flaring with lightning in the shape of wings; now he is Raphael. Lightbulbs shatter around us. "C'mon, man!" I exclaimed.

"Ariel. Castiel." Raphael said.

"Raphael." Ariel and Castiel said as we walk closer. "And I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room." Dean taunts. "And the Eastern Seaboard." Raphael said as lightning flashes outside. "It is a testament to my unending mercy that I do not smite you here and now." Raphael growled as he glares at Dean.

"Or maybe you're full of crap. Maybe you're afraid God will bring Cas and Ariel back to life again and smite you and your candy-ass skirt. By the way, hi, I'm Dean and this is my girlfriend, (y/n)." Dean said as he gestures to me and I wave. "I know who you two are. And now, thanks to them, I know where you are." Raphael said, nodding to Castiel and Ariel.

"You won't kill him. You wouldn't dare." Ariel said, in a stern voice. "But I will take him to Michael." Raphael said, pointing at Dean. "Well then. Sounds terrifying. It does. But, uh, hate to tell you, I'm not going anywhere with you." Dean said as he grabs a beer.

"Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer?" Raphael asked him. "Yeah, that was, that was hilarious." Dean said with sarcasm. "Well, he doesn't have anything close to my imagination." Raphael threatened. "Yeah? I bet you didn't imagine one thing." I said as I stand in front of Dean, protectively. "What?" Raphael asked me and I give a bit of a smirk.

"We knew you were coming, you stupid son of a bitch." I said and I light my lighter and drop it and the Holy oil ignites in a circle around Raphael. He glares over at me and Dean. "Don't look at us, it was their idea." Dean said as he points at Cas and Ariel.

"Where is He?" Castiel asked him. "God? Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead." Raphael said and Castiel looked befuddled and Ariel was surprised. "What?" She asked him. "There's no other explanation. He's gone for good." he said. "You're lying." Castiel spat.

"Am I? Do you remember the twentieth century? Think the twenty-first is going any better? Do you think God would have let any of that happen if He were alive?" Raphael asked. "Oh yeah? Well then who invented the Chinese basket trick?" Dean asked and Raphael turns to him, glaring. "Careful. That's my Father you're talking about, boy." he said.

"Yeah, who would be so proud to know His sons started the frigging apocalypse." I yelled. "Who ran off and disappeared. Who left no instructions and a world to run." said Raphael. "Daddy ran away and disappeared. He didn't happen to work for the post office, did He?" Dean asked, sarcastically. "This is funny to you? You're living in a godless universe." Raphael said.

"And? What, you and the other kids just decided to throw an apocalypse while He was gone?" Dean asked him. "We're tired. We just want it to be over. We just want...paradise." Raphael replied. "So, what, God dies and makes you the boss and you decide you can do whatever you want?" I asked, curiously. "Yes. And whatever we want, we get." Raphael replied then the windows burst in.

"If God is dead, why have Castiel and I returned? Who brought us back?" Ariel asked. "Did it ever occur to you, dear sister, that maybe Lucifer raised you two?" Raphael asked her and she shakes her head. "Think about it. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find. You know it adds up." Raphael said while Ariel stands there and thinks.

"Let's go." Castiel said as he grabs Ariel’s arm and the two start to turn around. "Castiel, I'm warning you two. Do not leave me here. I will fiind both of you." Raphael said. "Maybe one day. But today, you're our little bitch." Castiel growls and he and Ariel leave, Dean and I follow but Dean stops and turns to Raphael. "What he said." Dean said and we leave.

Kinda sad leaving him here in one of my safehouses, but thank goodness my dad had purchased about two or three more safehouses for us to use.

Later, Dean was driving the Impala, I was riding shotgun and Ariel and Castiel were in the back. "You two okay?" I asked them but they stay silent. "Look, I'll be the first to tell you that this little crusade of yours is nuts, but I do know a little something about missing fathers." Dean said.

"What do you mean?" Castiel asked. "I mean there were times when I was looking for my dad when all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart he was still alive. Who cares what some ninja turtle says, guys, what do you two believe?" Dean asked them. "I believe he's out there." Castiel said. "I do as well." Ariel said. "Good. Then go find him." Dean said.

"What about you two?" Castiel asked him. I look over at Dean, who kept staring at the road, then I look over my shoulder at them. "I think we'll be good." I assured. "Even without Sam?" Ariel asked and I turn my head to Dean. "Especially without my brother. I mean, I spent so much time worrying about the son of a bitch." Dean grumbles and I frown at him as he has the slightly angry, stern look on his face.

"It's funny, you know, I've been so chained to my family, but now that it's just me and (y/n), hell, I'm happy." Dean explains and I place a hand on his thigh, patting it sympathetically. He turns his head, slightly, to me and I give a small, sympathetic smile to him. He looks back at the road and sets his right hand over mine and held onto it.

I look over my shoulder and see Ariel and Castiel are both gone. I sigh then ran my free hand over my face. "You okay?" Dean asked me as I removed my hand off of my face. "Dean...I have to tell you something." I said. "What is it?" He asked and I turn my head to him.

"So...apparently, you're not the only person that is a vessel for an angel." I said and he turns his head to me, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" He asked me and I stare into his eyes, swallowed then said. "I'm Ariel’s vessel."

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

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sashaforthewin · 11 months

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Going through my huge ficlets doc to see if there's anything near done, so here's a little one of poor Will trying to kiss Eddie and it ending up getting Steve and Eddie together.

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"It's just hard being… being gay. It's so… lonely. Like, I'm in a room filled with people I love but I'm alone," Will said, voice overflowing with emotion.

Eddie knew. He knew the feeling all too well.

He leaned over and pulled Will into a hug and held him while the boy cried. Eventually the boy quieted, but he still held on, so Eddie didn't let go either. He figured Will knew better than him how long he needed to be hugged.

It was a clear night and the stars were out. They were hanging out on top of Eddie's van at the edge of a field that was typically used for casual games of baseball in the spring, but tonight it was their own private sanctuary to talk about the cruelties of life.

After a long while, Will lifted his head but kept his arms around Eddie, who smiled at him reassuringly.

But then Will did the unexpected. He leaned in and kissed Eddie, who pulled away immediately and damn near fell off the side of the van. He didn't fall, but he scrambled down to the grass as fast as if he had. Will climbed down after him.

"No! No, no, no, not happening, kid."

"Why not? We're both gay and you're really nice."

"You're like thirteen!"

"I'm fifteen!"

"And I'm twenty-one, so big ol' nope!"

"I won't be fifteen forever, and I'm mature for my age."

Eddie sighed, but stopped pacing and squared his shoulders, leveling Will with a serious look.

"The fact that you said that proves you aren't mature for your age. I'm really sorry, I know it's hard when you have basically no prospects for love, but trust me, it does get better. Just, if someone says no, don't try to talk them into changing their mind, that's a bad look."

"Oh. Oh shit!"

"Don't worry about it. Water under the bridge. But just try to find someone your own age, at least until you're old enough it isn't as big a deal. Now I feel all creepy."

"Eddie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"No, you shouldn't have. I forgive you if you never try that again. And sorry for the reality check but it needed to be said."

"Yeah, no, I won't do that again. I don't think I'd survive another rejection like that. I'm fine, though! Just, uh, embarrassed," Will assured.

Luckily, both were able to shake off the awkwardness and Will was feeling better by the time Eddie dropped him off.

Needing to tell someone about what just happened, Eddie headed over to Steve's house. He checked the time and then checked to see if Steve's parents' car was in the garage. Once he was sure he would only be waking Steve, Eddie knocked and rang the bell a few times to be annoying. Then when it was taking too long, he threw some pebbles at Steve's window. Unfortunately there was a screen on it so the pebbles bounced off with a gentle ping noise.

As Eddie was looking for a slightly larger rock to throw, the front door finally opened and a very sleep-ruffled Steve Harrington blinked out at him from a blanket he was wrapped in.

Eddie dropped the rocks he had picked up and pushed into Steve's house, shutting the door behind him and herding the blanket-wrapped Steve back up to bed. Once in his room, Eddie unceremoniously knocked Steve over onto the bed and then struggled for a bit to get his boots off before climbing in and invading the blanket burrito to snuggle his sleepy friend.

Steve was nearly asleep again, but the intrusion into his cocoon had at least partially woken him again.

"Hi."

"Hi. You're never going to believe who tried to kiss me tonight."

It took a moment for the words to sink into Steve's sleep-slowed brain, but suddenly he was wide awake and staring at Eddie.

"Someone kissed you?"

Eddie paused. He had been about to recount the story, secure in the knowledge that Steve would find it as hilarious and also heart-breaking as Eddie did now that the teen understood his misstep. But Steve's question was dripping with unexpected outrage and Eddie needed to poke the bear and see what happened.

He gave Steve his most puppy-dog eyes as he nodded.

Steve stared into Eddie's eyes, lost in thought.

"I don't like the idea of someone kissing you," Steve admitted, as if he just couldn't stop himself.

Eddie glanced at Steve's lips, making sure Steve noticed. "I have to kiss someone eventually."

"I don't like the idea of someone else kissing you," he amended as he slowly leaned in.

As soon as Steve started to make the move, Eddie just hurried things along by crashing his lips to Steve's for the first time and rolling him over to further insinuate himself into Steve's personal space.

The next morning, when they had well and truly talked, it was decided that they were officially dating, that Eddie was a manipulative butt for implying some sorted affair when it had just been a misplaced crush, (even if it was the catylist for Steve finally making a move,) and that they would never torture Will by bringing up the kid's embarrassing moment.

"God, you're lucky it was Will, he's so sweet he probably won't even be mean to you. Wish I could say the same for that little idiot, Mike."

"Wait!" Eddie exclaimed, "Mike Wheeler… Did Mike kiss you?"

"He tried to, I saw it coming and put my hand over his face. He still hasn't really forgiven me even though I explained why it couldn't happen. Obviously don't tell him I told you this."

"Wow. Holy shit, I cannot believe that's why he pretends to hate you! Ha!"

Steve leaned in and kissed Eddie, since he was now able to kiss him whenever he wanted. It was nice to have someone his own age, and helped that he was cute and charming and fun and clever.

"You know we have to try to set them up, right?"

"What do you think I've been doing?" Steve demanded, arms thrown wide. "Those little idiots are so oblivious we could probably lock them in a closet together for a day and they'd still come out frustrated and miserable!"

"Hmm, okay, I'm just gonna be blunt and tell them they like each other when we get them together here later. Also, call them and get them to come over later, just the two of them. I'm putting an end to this dumbassery."

Steve opened his mouth to protest but then thought, eh, fuck it. If it was Eddie saying it, they'd probably even listen. Either way, it would be fun to watch!

#Steddie #steddie fic

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zedif-y · 2 years

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"That was genius, Tango!" Jimmy cheers the moment they're alone. "Absolutely genius!"

The grin Tango gives is positively blinding, shining like the sun as he thrums with excess energy, still riding on the adrenaline of previous events.

"It kinda backfired at the start, but I'd say it was totally worth the effort, right?" He gestures excitedly with his hands, beaming as Jimmy leads him back inside the house.

Their house.

"Definitely. Did you see them panic?" Jimmy laughs, kicking his shoes off when they're inside. "I still can't believe you've managed that," He says. "I mean, an entire Warden! Up here!"

Tango laughs where he's leaned against the wall, taking his shoes off. "Well, down at the ravine, now." He jokes, a glint in his eyes as he smiles, pleased with his own joke.

Jimmy giggles, and oh if that doesn't make Tango's heart blaze like a wildfire, spurring him on. It does absolutely nothing to quell the energy in his veins, if anything, seeing Jimmy's laugh, seeing him happy has just made it a lot worse.

"Say, did you feed the cows today?" Tango asks, looking for something to do. From where he's been sifting through the chest, Jimmy looks at him, confused.

"Yeah? I fed them between fixing the house and building the wall." He shuts the chest, having found what he needed. "Why?"

Tango shakes his head. "Nothing. Just extra energy, y'know?"

Jimmy's expression grows fond, and he beckons him closer. "C'mere, we've gotta go to bed. It's late." He says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"We don't have a clock." Tango teases, just because he can. Jimmy pulls a face. "Alright, alright, I'm coming." He concedes, following him.

Tango shuts off the torchlight along the way, letting the faint light of the moon take its place as they get themselves comfortable on the bed.

They end up in their usual arrangement, Jimmy as the big spoon with his arms around Tango, his head resting on Tango's blonde curls. They've both got their backs turned to the wall, in silent agreement to let them see anyone who decides to drop in during the night.

"G'night, Tango." Jimmy yawns, his warmth all around him.

"Night, Jimmy." Tango replies quietly, closing his eyes to sleep.

Or, he tries to.

Tango can't help it, he keeps tossing and turning during the night, going back and forth in between Jimmy's arms as he tries and fails to fall asleep.

It was bad enough that he'd had to slip out of Jimmy's embrace, worried that he'll wake up the other man. Jimmy, fully asleep and dead to the world, does nothing but roll over to face the other side.

He resists the urge to groan as he looks up at the ceiling, still not even a little bit sleepy.

Tango rearranges his pillow again, for probably the fifth time that night.

"Dude, are you gonna sleep or what?"

Tango startles, freezing in place. "I- You're awake?"

Jimmy turns to him, cracking one eye open. "Could barely sleep with you rolling around over there, really." He says, voice rough.

Tango winces. "Sorry."

Jimmy shakes his head, "Don't be," He puts a hand on Tango's arm, pulling lightly. "Lay down."

Tango does as he's told, facing Jimmy on the bed. "I didn't mean to wake you... I just can't sleep." He whispers. Jimmy puts an arm around him, inching closer.

" 's alright..." He mumbles, eyes fluttering shut. "Don't mind..."

Jimmy's hand around him starts absently running through his hair, brushing through the soft strands and soothing his scalp. Slowly, Tango starts to relax.

Oh, he thinks. This is nice.

After some time, he hears Jimmy say something. He opens his eyes, (when had he closed them?) "Hmm?"

"Are you purring?" Jimmy asks in a low voice, his hand still in Tango's hair. Half-asleep now, he can't even find it in him to be embarrassed. He nods.

Above him, Jimmy hums, and that's that.

(Privately, he files this information away for later. Who knew Tango had an off switch?)

When the hand in his hair starts to slow, Tango doesn't even notice, sleeping soundly. Jimmy smiles down at him, heart full of love as he presses a kiss on Tango's forehead.

He dozes off not long after.

#team rancher #dlshipping #trafficblr #trafficshipping #double life smp #dlsmp #dlsmp spoilers #dlsmp jimmy #dlsmp tango #rancher duo #solidaritek #team rancher fic #solidaritek fic #rancher duo fic #double life #ryan's writing #feel like i have to clarify my tango design has a Tail

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mimisempai · 6 months

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We have so many tomorrows

Summary

Aziraphale wakes up with his knees full of Crowley, then remembering the circumstances, he just wants to make this moment last longer. Because now they have all the time in the world.

Notes

Take an author who's a little tired and the announcement of the renewal for a season 3 and you get an almost indecent amount of softness... but I'm not sorry at all.

INEFFABLE ADVENT CALENDER

On Ao3

Rating G - 938 words

Aziraphale awoke with the sensation of a weight on his lap and against his chest, and it took him a few seconds to realize where he was, who he was with, and what he was doing before falling asleep.

Since he'd allowed himself to sleep with his demon more often, he'd fallen asleep unexpectedly more often. Not that he minded, since it was an activity he rarely did alone.

Looking down at Crowley, the demon's head resting on his shoulder, he remembered reading while Crowley watched one of his endless rom-com movies.

The angel thought he must have fallen asleep for quite a while, because even though he wasn't really watching it, the movie was well advanced, and his book had fallen on the sofa next to him.

The only thing he could remember was Crowley's head on his lap and his fingers in the red hair. What he couldn't remember was having an entire demon sitting on his lap and snuggling up to him.

The angel's arms automatically closed around the demon and a sigh of contentment escaped his lips. What an incredible journey it had been for both of them to feel comfortable enough not to be embarrassed by such gestures of affection. Be it given or received.

He pushed back a red lock of hair that had fallen across the demon's forehead to see that his eyes were open and that he had a mocking little smile on his lips, "Well, Sleeping Beauty's finally awake! Even the prince's kiss wasn't enough, it took a full embrace for her to deign to open her eyes."

Aziraphale gently touched his own lips and asked in surprise, "You mean you kissed me, but I didn't even react?"

Crowley shook his head and replied, "Not even a little tremor."

Aziraphale pouted sheepishly and replied, "I'm sorry, my dear."

Crowley reached up and stroked the angel's cheek, saying softly, "Don't be, because to see you sleeping so soundly, in complete trust, is priceless, Angel."

Aziraphale leaned his cheek into the demon's hand and replied softly, "Do you doubt the absolute trust I have in you?"

Crowley laughed softly, "Surely not since you let me aim at you when I'd never held a gun in my life. But sometimes it's good to have it reaffirmed."

The angel nodded and said in a determined voice, "Then know that you have it, my complete trust." Crowley smiled and let his head rest on Aziraphale's shoulder again. They remained so entwined for a few moments until the demon said softly, "You're falling asleep again, Angel."

Indeed, Aziraphale was struggling to keep his eyes open, which he temporarily succeeded in doing by planting his eyes in those of Crowley, who continued with a small smirk on his lips, "You're going to miss the end of the movie."

Aziraphale nudged him on the shoulder and chuckled slightly, "You know I was reading and not really following the movie, it's more like you're going to miss it sitting on my lap like that, my dear."

Crowley shrugged slightly, not even bothering to turn back to the screen behind him.

"Could it be that," Aziraphale asked, his voice sleepy despite his efforts to stay awake. "That I'm more interesting than this movie?"

Crowley leaned forward and murmured against the angel's lips, "You've had my undivided attention forever, Angel. You're infinitely more interesting than the most interesting movie, don't you doubt it."

Aziraphale squirmed a little, slightly embarrassed, as he was every time Crowley complimented him, knowing full well that this wasn't a joke to the demon. Crowley never said such things casually, as if they meant nothing to him, his eyes searching Aziraphale's, wanting to convince him of his sincerity, not wanting the angel to doubt his words.

But Crowley didn't let him think about it any longer and brought their lips together in a soft kiss, which the angel lazily returned, one of his hands running up to bury itself in the red hair.

Since he could, Aziraphale never missed an opportunity to do so, whether it was a passing caress, a lingering hand, the pretext of dust in his hair, or tidying up the demon's impeccable hairstyle.

Crowley asked him gently, "Wouldn't you rather go to bed?"

Aziraphale's reason told him it would be better, but he felt so good right now, Crowley's weight on his lap, his arms around his neck, his hand in the demon's hair. It was all far too comfortable to move, even if it meant ending up in the same position in their bed.

He eventually whispered in an almost pleading tone, "Five more minutes?"

Crowley chuckled softly, but complied and snuggled even closer, resting his head in the crook of Aziraphale's neck where he pressed a light kiss before murmuring, "I can never say no to you, you know that."

Aziraphale hummed faintly, and lulled by the sweetness of the moment and the comfort of the embrace, his eyelids closed.

He wanted to tell Crowley how much he loved him, how precious these moments were to him, but he was so tired he couldn't even articulate a word. As sleep slowly washed over him, he felt the demon's lips move against his neck and his muffled voice say softly, "I love you."

A final burst of consciousness allowed the angel to answer, "...me too," as he tightened his arms around Crowley, who chuckled softly before replying, "I know, Angel, let go now, you can tell me that wide awake tomorrow."

Aziraphale smiled as he let sleep take him.

Yes, he would tell Crowley tomorrow.

For they had plenty of tomorrows.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : (After season 2)

Part 1 Story 1-99

Part 2 Story 100-?

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #GOS2Spoilers

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eijunes · 2 months

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omg Cat a sleeping beauty Dazatsu AU sounds amazing?? I'd love to hear about that if you'd like to share 👀 I really need to just binge read your dazatsu fics, I'm in the middle of crescendo right now 💖

Of course I'm very interested in your fyozai one, too!!

aaah crescendo is a little embarrassing cause it's the first thing I ever started writing for them hahah 🙈 I hope you enjoy it!

I tried to write the sleeping beauty AU for an event once but I didn't make it in time because I spent too much time deciding between:

Dazai getting himself sleep-cursed on purpose

Dazai not being under a curse at all, just lying there in some abandoned castle and pretending to be asleep to mess with people who are trying to find him (lmao)

Nevertheless, in this AU Atsushi is a novice member of the royal guard who's trying to find the lost prince and bring him home. He finds Dazai, kisses him awake, and then there's a bit of a misunderstanding between them as they're on the way back to the castle because he doesn't know he woke up Dazai with a true love's kiss. He thinks any kiss would do the trick. Dazai, of course, will not explain the truth outright.

It's a mostly going to be a silly comedy. I'll give you a small excerpt at the end 😄

the fyozai one... it was supposed to be a scene of them talking post this manga arc with a small tease about fyodor's ability but with every chapter the manga gets further and further away from what I envisioned and idk what to do with it anymore.... I really want to write more fyozai though! it's just that whenever I'm in BSD mood dazatsu overtakes my brain. I can't help it

Here goes nothing, Atsushi thought and closed the gap between himself and the prince’s cold lips.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then the prince’s eyes suddenly snapped open.

With a yelp, Atsushi leaped back, his heart thundering in his chest. The prince blinked a few times, slowly taking in his surroundings until his face turned into a scowl.

“I’m awake? Tch.”

Atsushi stared at the man, dumbfounded.

Did he just 'tch' at me? What kind of reaction is that?

“Here I was, taking the best nap of my life, and you dare to interrupt me...”

Dare to interrupt? Atsushi balled up his fists, feeling his annoyance bubble inside him. He didn’t exactly expect the prince to fall to his knees in gratitude, but he wouldn’t mind a simple thanks, at least.

“A nap?! You were cursed! I’ve just saved you!”

The prince scoffed. “Did I ask you to save me?”

Atsushi’s anger dissipated in an instant. What did that mean? “I...” Atsushi started, an apology ready at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t get the words out.

He looked away from the prince.

Is he mad at me? Fantastic. Not only am I a failure of a Royal Guard, but I also offended the royal heir. And what happens when he learns I kissed him to wake him up?!

The prince didn’t seem to even notice Atsushi’s turmoil. Instead, he collapsed back onto the bed of flowers, sending some of the petals flying into the air.

“Ah, I’m going to miss this place,” he sighed. “Really, you have no idea how rested I feel now. Sleeping curses are the best. You should try it sometime.”

Atsushi had to do something to save his skin. He bowed as deeply as it was physically possible. “Your Highness, please accept my sincerest apologies—”

“Nah, what is done is done,” the prince interrupted with a dismissive wave of his hand. “You can’t really curse me back to sleep, can you?”

Atsushi winced. “No, I can’t...”

“Right.” The prince sat up again and jumped off the bed of flowers, leaving a trail of petals on the floor behind him as he made his way to Atsushi. One was also stuck to his hair, and Atsushi’s hand itched with a need to take it off him.

“And none of that ‘Your Highness’. Call me Dazai.” The prince leaned down to whisper into Atsushi’s ear. “I think we’re already acquainted intimately enough to skip the pleasantries, don’t you think?”

Oh god, he knows about the kiss.

Atsushi jumped away as if he was burned. “Again, I am so sorry!”

Dazai laughed. “Don’t worry about it. It’s much better to be woken up by a kiss than a punch. Unfortunately, I had the displeasure of experiencing the latter a few times.” He threw an arm around Atsushi’s shoulders. “But you know, if you ever need some kissing practice, you know where to find me.”

Atsushi pushed him off.

#fyodcrs #cat replies #fic tag

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finkinthisfrew · 9 months

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Anything (Pt.30)

cw: very mild Ross slander (I'm so sorry Ross gurlies- I was going somewhere with it and then later decided to abandon it. I just needed someone so Matty'd get protective cuz #protectiveMattyisbestMatty)

Chapter 30

"Darling... We've landed, it's time to wake up sweetheart," I heard Matty whisper gently in my ear. I opened my eyes, disorientated and surprised to see that people ahead of us were reaching up to get their bags from the overhead compartments.

I opened my eyes slowly, heavy with sleep. "How long was I asleep for?" I asked groggily, looking around for my bag to find my phone to check the time.

"A little over five hours I think," Matty said as he handed me my bag from under the seat in front of us helpfully, kissing my temple as I thanked him. He stretched his arms out ahead of him, rolling his shoulders back in a stretch.

The last thing I remember was settling into Matty's arms, nestling myself into his chest after our little adventure in the washroom, and feeling incredibly sleepy as we started watching a film together. After what had been an incredibly stressful and emotional few days, and a night of endless tossing and turning, I had already predicted that I would fall asleep at some point on the flight, but I didn't think I'd sleep through the whole thing.

"Did you hold me that entire time?!" I said in astonishment, guilt seeping in as I realized how uncomfortable that must have been for him.

"Yeah. But I slept for a bit after the movie too," he said with a small shrug.

"Matty!" I exclaimed in shock, "I'm so sorry! You should have woken me up, I could have leaned against the window or something," I said as I shook my head in embarrassment, hiding my face in my hand.

"Why would I want that?" Matty asked as his brow furrowed. He looked down at me in confusion. "Holding you is as much for you as it is for me, you know," he said with a little smile. Then he wrapped his arm back around me, pulling me in close.

"I love having you in my arms," he whispered to me before pressing another kiss into my temple. I couldn't help but smile up at him. He smiled back down at me, then kissed me on my mouth, as I melted into his touch.

After we finally got off the plane, we stopped by the washrooms, where he reassured me multiple times that it was not my fault that he couldn't use the bathroom for several hours. When he came back out after peeing, I continued my sorry's, unable to shake my guilt. He refused to let me apologize for it anymore, then he kissed my mouth which hung open in protest. That shut me up right away.

We strode through the airport hand in hand, weaving down the halls to find baggage claim and the rest of the band.

"Oi!" A familiar voice called in the distance. We turned to find George waving at us as we entered a large room with baggage carousels. "Over here!" he called with a smile.

We walked over to join the band, half of which were still waiting for their luggage. I saw my suitcase slide down at that moment, and Matty gestured to let him grab it as I approached George.

"I almost forgot your face wasn't naturally bright red all the time," George said as he bit his tongue, playfully shoving my shoulder. I shot him a glare as my face flushed with heat in embarrassment, but he just laughed. "Ahhh, that's more like it!" he said, pointing at my now scarlet cheeks as he threw his arm around my shoulder. I couldn't help but laugh with him.

"Shut up!" I said, poking him in the ribs as he yelped, making us both laugh harder. Matty walked over to us with both of our bags and a big smile on his face, happy to see his best friend and his girlfriend getting along so wonderfully.

"Surprised to see you survived a whole flight sat next to this dodgy git," George said to me, looking up at Matty with a twinkle in his eye.

Before Matty could open his mouth to tell George off, I looked up at George with a fake frown of confusion. "But I wasn't sat next to you, George- I sat next to Matty. Did you forget already?"

A smile of surprise appeared on Matty's face as George raised his eyebrows at me. Both of them stared at me, but I wasn't finished. "Besides, don't speak about yourself so poorly, George. Just because you're lonely doesn't mean you'll never find someone," I said reassuringly as I patted his chest patronizingly. George's jaw dropped, the corners of his mouth betraying him as they turned up into a smile. Matty looked at me with such pride, a large smile stretching across his lips as he clapped slowly for me in awe.

"I didn't know you had that in you," George said, impressed. "She's feistier than I gave her credit for," he continued, smiling at Matty who laughed. I shook my head as I rolled my eyes at George who just smiled at me. "Better watch out though, Anna. Matty'll be very jealous once he realizes how big of a crush you have on me," he said devilishly as he gave me a squeeze before letting me go to retrieve his bag which just passed him on the conveyor.

Matty glared at him, but the smile on his lips remained, entertained by the whole exchange as he wrapped his arm around me. "What a shame that there's no one to be jealous of your crush on Anna," Matty said with a little pout to George who turned back to us as I snuck my arm around Matty's waist, tucking myself in closer. George flipped Matty the bird as he stifled a laugh.

"Are we all talking about our crushes on Anna?" I heard behind me. Ross stepped into our little circle, smiling down at me cheekily as he towered above me.

I looked up at Matty's eyes to see them flicker with anger. His nostrils flared slightly as I felt his grip on my arm tense. I squeezed his waist gently and he looked down to meet my worried face. His anger melted as he took a deep breath. "Did anyone else want to admit to having a crush on my girlfriend?" he joked lightly with a loud sigh, gesturing to the rest of the band.

"Well as long as we're all being honest..." Polly stepped forward with a cheeky grin as she winked at me in jest.

"So, you're all welcome to sod off," Matty smiled sickly sweet at everyone as he cocked his head to the side. We all laughed as everyone began to walk towards the exit and out to the next set of cars that waited for us.

Matty took my hand in his, leading us toward the exit, but I hesitated.

"Matty..." I said tentatively as he looked over to see why I'd stopped. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, darling. Anything," he said encouragingly.

"...Why is it that when Ross flirts with me, it upsets you, but not when George does it?" I asked cautiously.

Matty looked at me curiously, and I watched as thoughts ran through his mind. He hesitated before finally speaking.

"I guess I wasn't really aware of that until you pointed it out..." He looked down at our hands, running his thumb over my knuckle over and over. "I'm not sure... I guess I just know that George really cares for you," he said thoughtfully. "He's not just trying to sleep with you- you guys are actually friends. Ross on the other hand... I love him to bits, but I know the look on his face when he's looking for someone to keep his bed warm, and I don't appreciate him looking like that at my girlfriend..." Matty trailed off angrily. He looked up at me, shaking off his anger quickly, "Not that I can blame him," he said with a half-smile before falling back to a look of disappointment. "But the bloke hasn't even tried to get to know you."

I gave Matty a small half-smile back.

"You know... he won't be able to get to know me unless you let him. That's kind of hard to do if you're staring daggers at him every time he approaches me," I scolded lightly.

Matty sighed in frustration. "I know, you're right... I'll do better. I promise," he assured me as he wrapped his arm around me. "I just wish he'd stop eye-fucking my girlfriend every time she enters the room..." he grumbled down at his shoes. Then he looked up at me, his eyebrows raised. "That's my job," he said with a half-smile, his eyes suddenly lit up. I couldn't help but laugh.

I reached up on my toes to kiss Matty gently, grateful at how receptive he was. His arm around me was tight, protective, but his lips were soft as he kissed me back tenderly, the moment meaningful.

"I love you," he said quietly as he looked down at me, his energy now timid. I couldn't help but beam up at him.

"I love you more," I whispered back happily, my stomach tumbling as his eyes crinkled in response. We kissed once more, neither one of us wanting it to end, before finally following the group out to the cars.

#fanfic #lovers #matty healy #the 1975 #fanfiction #at their very best #love #matty the 1975 #bfiafl #tender #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty 1975 #matty

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lusticial · 2 years

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hi hi can I request dating hc's for the males in Sdra2 with a male reader? but if that might be too much you can shorten it to Syobai, Yuki, Shinji, anddd Hajime please? have a good day also!

sdra2 males dating headcanons w/ a male reader!

i'm not sure if you wanted it to be friends to lovers, or if they just start out as lovers. to make it easier, i just made them lovers. ALSO i did not add yuri due to his backstory about hating men.

HAJIME MAKUNOCHI

dude he's literally like so protective

he wants to do everything with you omg

he already goes on jogs every morning, but he really prefers if you would go with him.

if you wake up late, he understands. just plz try to jog with him every once in a while :(((

if you have a large sweet tooth, he tries his best to stop you from eating sugar.

"how much sugar does this have?" puts in mouth

hajime sighs

he tries hiding sugary stuff from you, but lets you have it every once in a while.

he just can't resist! it's hard to say no.

if you're a boy on the weaker side, he tries to toughen you up atleast a little.

he invites you to box with him every other day, and this time, he doesn't take no for an answer.

"h-hajime... i'm pant tired...."

"okay, okay. just hit me one more time!"

that was, in fact, the sixth time he said "one more time."

though, if you are on the stronger side, he LOVES training with you.

he really enjoys training with you, it strengthens you guys relationship and overall is a great bonding experience.

also, did i mention he's not the best kisser😭

he doesn't have much experience, so he's kind of nervous to kiss you.

also, don't hug him until he takes a shower 🤨

he's almost always sweaty, he won't get mad if you hug him, but he will subtly try to push you off.

"hah, y/n, what are you doing? i'm sweating!"

once he showers, though, feel free to hug him all you want!

he will never let go 💖

NIKEI YOMIURI

oh ahhahaha tsundere boy

you should hug him in public with a bunch of people around. it's funny seeing him turn red and trying to hide it

he also lectures you EVERYTIME. it's. it's a lil funny.

"you can't just do that in public! i have a reputation to maintain!"

he pronounced "maintain" wrong and ur trying to hide ur laugh.

ANYWAY.

whenever you guys are alone, he really likes when you play with his hair.

it's so soft too.... mmm

except, he's almost always pulling all nighters to finish up an article.

"hhheyy y/n can you yawn refill my coffee..."

the moment you pick him up from his chair, he just falls asleep. like right there.

when u guys cuddle. lay his head on ur chest.Plz.

he won't do it himself cause tsundere so u kinda just hafta do it urself.

also, you better be his #1 fan.

i mean, how could you NOT be? he interviews you at every opportunity he gets, and he actually publishes the stuff about you.

even if you complain about how embarrassing it is, he doesn't really care.

i'd say it's definitely worth it to sleep next to him at night, his morning hair is A MESS.

no matter how many times you embarrass him, and how many times he complains, you both love eachother to death.

SHINJI KASAI

AHHHAGDHRHFDHHS

at first, he just saw you as a training buddy.

you trained together practically everyday, and he always helped you achieve your goals.

until one day...

you took off your shirt, it revealed your toned abs and sweaty back.

he was starring,,,, so hard.

you pretended you didn't see him, but it became too awkward at that point. he didn't even try to hide it.

"uhm, everything... okay?"

he immediately snapped back to reality and started apologising like crazy.

you forgave him, of course. but you were still quite curious as to why he was acting different.

shinji, on the other hand, was absolutely flabbergasted.

he didn't understand??! he's seen your body so many times??!! so WHY NOW??!?

that was the moment he realized he really did like you.

when he asked you out, it was all "UHHDHFNDKSIHAHAK"

he was very nervous :(

of course, you accepted his confession.

when you guys started dating, he swore to protect you forever.

he always has a smile around you, it's so sweet :(

he will NEVER say no to you.

"hey shinji? can i balance a mattress on you 😊"

"ok!"

also, he really likes to just pick you up and let you sit on his shoulder.

he's stronger than he looks, so it really is no problem.

also believe it or not, he's very gentle with animals. so if you own a pet, trust me, it's in good hands.

you know what else is in good hands?

YOU!

you just got the best boyfriend ever ☹️ don't break his heart

TERUYA OTORI

omg cute little big merchant ahhhh

he's a LOT taller in person good lord

even when you guys are dating, he still gets a little nervous. it's as if he still has a crush on you

even though he's literally 6'4, he likes being the small spoon when you guys cuddle.

he likes being held, but sometimes all he wants is just to hold you.

when you're the small spoon omg it's literally heaven

he's so comfy like a pillow

and warm

ok anyway

he's literally. stunning. in the morning

like when he wakes up... his hair is perfect... his skin looks so soft... he can't even keep his eyes open...

also his cheeks are pretty squishy

the ones on his face.

he complains when you squish or pull them, but it's just so :((((( cute :)

it's literally so fun when he lets you sit on his shoulders.

he's so tall, it's kinda like you're flying.

he really likes it when you play with his hair

bonus if you can massage him

he literally MELTS

he can't speak for the next 2 hours because he's so relaxed 😭

teruya the world!!!

MIKADO SANNOJI

ahhhhHRHHFISJAH

how do i begin this

well first of all, he is EXTREMELY clingy.

clingier than any one else

once you guys start dating, he won't let you leave him

kinda scary...

he actually starts smiling and laughing without using his mask

and his smile is :( so cute :((

it's very funny how a 6'0 man cannot carry you 😭

he has spaghetti hands 😰

please carry him he really likes it

"it feels like i'm flying! >v<"

you can tell nobody's ever carried him before.

also, despite being an amazing cook, hes never tried chocolate before.

PLEASE don't give it to him.

it's like that one episode from bunk'd when zuri gives tiffany candy.

he loses his mind and consumes every chocolate he lays his hands on.

so um... don't give it to him.

he's always waking you up at 4am cause he doesn't wanna be lonely while cooking breakfast for everyone 😭

it's such a pain but you just can't say no.

omg he is the BEST when it's winter

he can sense whenever you're too cold or too hot, so he just hugs you and changes his body temperature.

so if you're too hot, he makes his body cold. if you're too cold, he makes his body hot.

literally the best. you should be grateful

YUKI MAEDA

he always thought people were incapable of loving him before he met you.

please give him ALL of your attention

the smile on his face will last forever i swear.

when you guys cuddle, he's always the small spoon.

he feels so safe when you hold him, it also causes him to oversleep a bit.

he just doesn't want you to let go 😭

also, same like hajime, he's not a good kisser.

he doesn't know what to do??!??

"i'm not a bad kisser, i was just caught off guard!"

mhm. that's what they all say.

LOL anyways

whenever he needs a hug, he just comes up to you and throws himself on you.

he doesn't speak a word, he just wants to know someone is there for him.

kiss his forehead and massage his scalp, reassure him that you'll always be there for him.

times like this, yuki is very happy to have you by his side.

SYOBAI HASHIMOTO

"pay me 20 bucks, then we'll talk."

ok dayumm??!? rude 😭

lol he's actually kidding, he talks to you for free.

lucky

get used to his smoking habits, he won't quit.

though, he only smokes when he's nervous. if you give him nothing to worry about, you can atleast fix his habits by a little bit.

he HATES pda. don't ever do it unless you wanna pay a fine.

when you're alone, though, he pretends he still hates it.

he doesn't smell that good, and his entire body is pretty cold. i don't see why you like it, either.

but something about it... just makes you wanna throw yourself on top of him and laugh while he complains.

it's nothing personal, it's just instinct for him to try and push you off.

no matter what you do, don't give up with him.

soon, he will warm up to you and maybe even...

h-h...

h-hug you... 😱😱😰

ok but fr he really does like it when you give him affection, just not in public.

he doesn't like holding you while you sleep, he prefers if you lay on his chest or something.

he's amazing just give him time.

a/n i feel like i'm forgetting someone???😨 idk bruh anyway sorry i had writers block for so long

#sdra2 headcanons #sdra2 #sdra2 x reader #hajime makunochi x reader #hajime makunochi #nikei yomiuri x reader #nikei yomiuri #shinji kasai #shinji kasai x reader #teruya otori #mikado sannoji #teruya otori x reader #mikado sannoji x reader #yuki maeda #yuki maeda x reader #syobai hashimoto #syobai hashimoto x reader

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dandelyle · 5 months

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can we talk about bottom dysphoria because lol

Disclaimer: This is my personal experience. I am not speaking for anyone else but myself. Also this is meant to be a discussion so please share your thoughts too!

When I was a kid, I didn't know what ftm was or transgender or dysphoria or anything. I just had a huge cloud of uncomfortableness deep inside me. I'm sure a lot of you can relate. Once I found the name for that feeling, dysphoria, suddenly a lot of things made so much sense. At the same time, everything became so much worse. I finally knew what was wrong with me, but it seemed impossible to fix.

I got on T, changed my name, socially transitioned, and got top surgery and sterilization surgery. I have a beard now. I pass all the time and am stealth all the time and no one in my life ever misgenders me. It should be a privilege, and it is. But I still have dysphoria. it doesnt bother me as much as before I did all that.

But there's still that one "little thing" ..... my missing penis. This is not a phalloplasty hate post. But I can't do it right now for many, many reasons. I have no one to take care of me after, I can't afford it, I don't live near a reputable surgeon, but all those things could be overcome with enough determination. The thing I can't overcome is my fear.

So I'm stuck here in my discomfort that grows bigger every day. How to cope with it?

This might be unpopular, but I think for me I have to come to terms with what I have, or rather, what I don't have. I need to accept that I'm trans and will never be cis. Personally, that's what "pride" means to me.

I think I'm doing a good job of it. I do not hate myself anymore. I use CBT techniques to counteract the lies dysphoria tells me. Yes actually I am a real man even if I don't have a dick. Sometimes a dude just has a pussy. It's one of nature's quirks. There is nothing wrong or abnormal with it. If I can just accept that, maybe I can stop being so consumed by weens. I literally browse ftm prosthetic stores and forums all day, from the moment I wake up until I fall asleep, and then I'm right back to it the next day.

Bottom dysphoria is like. so embarrassing honestly. It's private, not really something people talk too much about except in bottom surgery circles. But friends, I've been struggling with it hard. I want to buy every prosthetic peen available. I want phalloplasty. But goddammit phalloplasty is so permanent and daunting. What if I regret it? what if something goes seriously wrong? i like bottoming, what if I miss that after? I know you can get phalloplasty without vaginectomy, but most surgeons won't do a urinary lengthening without the v-nectomy, and that's definitely something I'd need from phalloplasty. But I don't know if I can give up that intimacy. The best compromise I can come up with for myself is to wait until I'm in my middle age and then do it so I can spend half my life with a v and the other half with a dick. so no, there's not really any pressure to decide on it right this second because I'm literally only 26, but I still can't stop thinking about it.

it's like.... there's nothing wrong with me but there's definitely something wrong with me. like it's totally not a problem to be trans obviously but goddammit there's something vital missing from my body. if there wasn't something seriously wrong then I wouldn't have phantom penis y'all.

anyways I just needed to get these feelings out

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this-is-krikkit · 1 year

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Hey Sunshine 💜💜💜

As I didn't annoy you yet today, I'm here to:

1/ remind you that I exist & I can be a pain in the ass in case you forgot 😈

2/ request 13 "Don't move" for the Drabble Prompts post 📝

3/ send you a hug 🫂

See ya!

Mwah 😘

VV !! 😏😉 thank you for the request 🤗

1/ i can't forget that you exist, i love you too much for that ♥️♥️ and you're never annoying 😘

2/ i technically don't have to honor that promise since my choice lost, but i couldn't resist writing it down anyway… and I'd already used that line before you even sent in the ask, so it feels like the stars were aligned for me to post whatever the f this is!!

3/ hugging you right back ♥️🥰 and i really hope you like this!!

send me prompts and i'll write a drabble

lingua (ao3 link)

Tags: modern au, nsfw, nsfw use of piercings, afab levi ackerman, amab hange zoë, t4t, trans levihan, don't like don't read, he/him pronouns for Levi, she/her pronouns for Hange, porn with feelings, don't do this at home (no really don't you're supposed to wait longer)

"Hey, pretty boy," Hange singsongs under her breath when she enters Levi's studio, the entire one room apartment bathed in a gorgeous sunset orange at this late hour of the day.

As she predicted, he's still out cold from his previous night shift as a nurse, and she hesitates as she closes the door as quietly as possible. It's hard not to feel guilty at the thought of waking him up, but she's got two major excuses she thinks will make it worth it.

The first one is silly, idiotic even, and if Levi doesn't approve, will turn into a total disaster of a surprise.

The second is slightly embarrassing. Hange's historical thesis has been keeping her way too busy lately, and both money and the ER team schedule have been so tight that Levi has needed to work double the usual amount of additional hours, which resulted in them not seeing each other for over a couple of weeks now. And okay, she's got that other trivial mission in mind for tonight, but if she's being honest, this kind of a gap between shared moments simply isn't something she can stand for a day longer. It has been eating away at her for a solid week now, and she realized today that she just missed him to fucking much not to cut her afternoon studying session short, promising herself to start earlier tomorrow morning, and sneak into Levi's apartment –using the key he'd pretended to have forgotten at her place, barely two months into their still blossoming relationship.

She takes off her shoes and jacket, throwing them on his beloved worn out leather chair in the corner of the room, easily dismissing the twinge of worry she'd felt about the earful she's definitely going to get for that later, before she goes to lie down next to him on his sofa bed. She lightly brushes the longest strands of his hair away from his eyes and looks down at his gorgeous, peacefully sleeping face, unable to resist kissing him lightly on the nose and chuckling when it crinkles in reply.

"The fuck you doing here, Four-eyes?" he asks without opening his eyes, voice barely audible through its sleepy grogginess.

He sounds as angry and grumpy as he always would to a stranger's ear, but his arms wrap around her body and drag her on top of him anyway, his hands traveling up and down her back and lightly scratching along her spine like he knows she loves.

"Couldn't stand to be cooped up in my cave like a hermit anymore, so I decided to escape and come see my boyfriend," she replies, only pecking his lips once before sliding down to kiss her way to his neck.

She pauses there, inhaling his usual comforting scent and losing herself in the enticing warm drowsiness he's cocooned into and almost deciding to fall asleep here and there -when did she sleep last, again, anyway? she can't recall- but she's got something to do, so she tears herself away from this heavenly spot and drops kisses downards until she reaches the years old scars on his chest.

"Tch, I was sleeping. So annoying," Levi complains, even as his hips immediately roll and start seeking friction against Hange's body.

But she's got a plan, a serious plan to surprise him with that new piercing she's so psyched over, and not even her growing arousal will deter her from it, she mentally scolds herself -no matter how uncomfortable her jeans are starting to feel and how much parts of her are begging her to respond to his movements right now.

"Is this annoying?" she asks, wrapping her lips around one of his nipple and only letting the tip of her tongue wet it, before moving to play with the other one the exact same way.

"Yes, it is," Levi speaks up, sounding much more awake now, glaring down at her. "You know how much I hate it when you tease.”

Hange's brain comes up with a dozen counterexamples to that statement, but she lets it slide.

"Relax, babe," she chuckles, leaving another trail of kisses down his belly, "I've got a surprise for you."

She hooks her fingers in his underwear's elastic and slides it down his legs when he obediently lifts his hips up to help her out. She takes a moment to allow her hands to roam back up his limbs, marveling at the powerful muscles she can feel right under his skin.

"I don't like surprises," he lies again, just as Hange finally settles between his thighs, her short nails still digging into the skin of his hips as her mouth hovers over him.

"Oh, you don't?" she asks, faking surprise and feigning to go and unhook one of his legs like she's about to get away. "Never mind then, I'll go–

"Don't move," he warns, using the force of his legs to push on her back and keep her where she is.

Hange grins at the lust in his voice and lowers her face enough that her mouth can part his lower lips gently, and a low moan escapes her through the intimate kiss when she realizes how wet he is already.

"Damn, what were you dreaming about that got you so worked up?" she wonders against him.

She's not even really asking, not when he's already panting and he somehow tastes even better than she recalled, not when she has to stop herself from ruining her big reveal by eating him out like he deserves right now, by drinking every drop of fluid his body can produce to quench her thirst and make him writhe some more beneath her newly accessorized tongue.

"You, actually," Levi confesses, sounding almost as shy as he does out of breath.

He's staring straight down and into her eyes as he says it though, looking both terrified and determined to get his point across, and Hange really doesn't know how she manages to hold back when he's pulling this brutal honesty barely hiding a mountain of vulnerability act on her -the very one she knows is too soon to reveal how it makes her heart hammer in her chest every single time she witnesses it.

Still, she somehow succeeds in reigning it in, only swallowing thickly before she replies.

"Ha! Never heard you admit that before," she half jokes.

And it's not actually untrue. She knows the physical effect she has on him, she's seen, felt and tasted it before, but Levi's hasn't been very vocal about this stuff so far –not unless they're in the middle of it and his brain gets foggy enough that he starts blabbering barely audible affectionate words to her she thinks she'll never get enough of. He's an action over words guy, much better at conveying how much he likes the way she's now slowly pushing the tip of her tongue in and out of him by threading his fingers through her hair and pulling her even closer, much more comfortable with tilting his hips towards her to try and get more of the contact he so desperately craves right now than by begging out loud for it.

"So, that's the big –fuck– surprise?" he asks between moans he can't keep in, "you driving me mad by edging me like this for hours? Cause that's hardly fucking surpri–

Hange opens her mouth wider and, before he finishes his sentence and her nerves get the better of her, lets the flat of her tongue and the hard metal of her now thirteen days old piercing come in contact with Levi's clit, lightly but firmly stroking it.

Levi startles and yelps at the unusual feeling, tugging at her hair in shock, but Hange's hands settle his hips back down before he can move again.

"Easy, easy," she chuckles, and lifts her head up high enough to proudly show him her new toy. "That's the surprise! You like?"

He freezes on the spot and stares down at her in silence, mouth agape and eyes open wide, and some of her confidence starts to wear off.

"You don't?” she asks instead, much less enthusiastic suddenly. “Shit. I'm sorry I scared you. You know how long I've wanted one of these, and I just thought this would be a funny way to show–

"You lied,” he cuts off her nervous rambling, frowning though his hand is now rubbing at her scalp gently where he pulled a little too hard before.

"What? How?”

“I'm obviously not the only reason you got out of your dorm in the last two weeks," he accuses, with a pout she almost can't tell is fake.

But there's a playful glint to his eyes that she's getting more and more familiar with as she spends more time with this relaxed, open side of him she loves so much, and she decides to mess with him right back.

"Who says I didn't do it myself?" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

His entire demeanor changes then, so fast she startles when he sits up and angles her head higher and away from where he needs her the most. He takes a deep breath and settles his free hand on her jaw to keep her mouth open, carefully studying the piece of jewelry.

"Hange Natsu Zoë, for the sake of your immune system and my sanity,” he starts as he looks back up and into her eyes, “you better swear to me that you did not pierce your own fucking tongue."

Hange barks out a laugh at the seriousness in his tone, shaking her head free and pushing him hard enough that he lies back down.

"Truth be told, I watched a couple of Youtube tutorials on the topic," she admits when she's back into position, gently and effortlessly sliding two of her fingers into him, relishing in the shiver she can feel spreading through his body at the smooth intrusion -and how well it works to make him forget whatever he was going to retort in reply. "But it didn't seem worth the risk to end up in the ER while you were on triage duty."

Levi clicks his tongue at her, but it turns into a hiss when she puts her lips over his clit and lightly sucks on it, twirling her piercing around it once it's trapped inside her mouth.

She releases it right when she can tell Levi was nearing his peak, and wordlessly apologizes by hooking and thrusting her fingers faster and faster in and out of him. She alternates between rubbing either the metal piercing and the muscle of her tongue on him, careful not too put too much pressure as he tends to get sensitive.

But Levi doesn't seem to remember that, and he cants his hips closer to her mouth still, his powerful thighs squeezing her head between them, stronger and stronger as she quickens the pace, her mouth and hand working in tandem as she ignores the building pain in her jaw and the need to breathe.

He comes with a loud strangled cry that vaguely resembles her name, and she almost loses focus as she realizes that. She doesn't stop swirling her tongue over him, avoiding his clit and gathering every drop of wetness she can feel leaking out of him to drink it hungrily. Her fingers fight against his squeezing walls to keep pushing against that sweet spot inside of him, drawing out his orgasm and making his entire body shake as he rides the tide.

"Fucking hell," she hears him sigh when he finally releases the pressure around her head, his legs falling heavily on each side of her body onto the mattress.

Hange takes a deep breath in when she's free, wipes her nose, chin and fingers on the sheets and grins up at him and his blushed, fucked-out face. He lazily reaches down and she complies, dragging herself upwards until they're face to face.

He kisses her without needing to think about it like he used to in the early stages of their relationship. His tongue ventures into her mouth immediately, languidly exploring and eager to play with the new addition, and Hange regretfully parts from that exciting enthusiasm when he tugs a little too forcefully at it.

"Careful! It's still sensitive. This shit needs like two months to heal properly."

Levi frowns again at that, and Hange has to bite her lips to stop herself from commenting on just how adorable he looks, trying to look all strict and serious when half of his brain is clearly not completely functional yet.

“Were you even supposed to do that so soon?" he worries, cupping her face into his hands.

It's almost too gentle a moment to ruin it, but Hange's never been one to refuse that kind of a challenge.

“Was it that bad? You know, you have to tell me if you don't like–

The rest of her sentence is muffled behind the hand he's just shoved against her mouth to keep her quiet. She loses tracks of whatever she was going to say anyway when she looks down at him in forced silence, at his rosy cheeks and nose, at his parted lips, at his dilated pupils and the odd determination she can see growing in his eyes.

“I love it,” he whispers softer than she's ever heard him speak, not even glancing down at her mouth.

He removes his hand, thumb caressing her upper lip as he goes, and she feels herself mirroring the gorgeous, easy smile that show on his own face, unable to tell if she's more frustrated or exhilarated at that maybe hint that he could have been talking about something other than her oral skills.

#levihan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #hange zoë #levihan fanfiction #snk fanfiction #my stuff #mutuals #asks #youre ackermine #hange's piercings #squad denial #trans levihan #trans levi ackerman #trans hange zoë #t4t levihan

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january-summers · 8 months

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WIP thWursday

Story of origin: (working title) Revelation After Dusk Genre/Vibes: Apocalypse, Time travel-fixit|regressor, Fantasy, Death Game, System Interface Snippet length: 705 words Current total story length: 4,661 words

Trigger Warnings: brief suicidal thoughts

A lone figure sat upon the throne, a human woman with her head in her hands. A young woman who had known before she sat down that this last push for triumph had been useless. She was tired and worn, and now that humanity's last hope had gone beyond their reach, she waited for the inevitable death to follow.

If I were the protagonist, this would be where I start narrating. 'You're probably wondering how I got here,' hahaha, record scratch and all. ...If I were a protagonist... would this be the part where I wake back up in the past? So many impossible things have already happened, why not that?

… because we don't deserve it, do we?

She sat back in the throne, listlessly watching as the others fought and died with all the ferocity the human soul could manage.

Joseph? I was right. Having a dysfunctional System Connection isn't the same as being unbound to it. It wasn't me. You shouldn't have saved me back then. Did you know? That I'm not the Sacred Maiden? Did you trick yourself into believing I was because you knew all along?

One by one the humans fell to the overwhelming might of the alien beast.

Hey, Joseph? I wish I'd never spoken to you that first day. I wish I'd never let you convince me to leave the items, that we could find more later. I wish you'd stopped carrying me and let me die. Why did you even bother saving me back then? We were strangers, you let so many others...

Hey System? Gods? Are you there? It's me, Alyss. Can I try again? Reload from... I guess there's no save file though, is there? Start New Game? Restart Game? That's what this is to you all, isn't it? A game? Entertainment? I just want to know if this is my fault. Could I have made a difference if I'd managed to get my interface working? Could I have saved it? I wish I could have saved it.

The beast that ruled the citadel howled, deep and loud and long till the air shook and Alyss's bones hummed, only the dark stone chair beneath her remained unaffected. The humans had taken too long. Above the citadel, the dark clouds cleared in an unnaturally perfect circle, light spilled down from the sky in an aurora of colour. It soaked into the stone of the citadel until the glow became a brilliant glare. Alyss could feel her eyes burning even after she squeezed them shut, the light so bright she could see even through her eyelids.

And then she felt nothing. There was darkness, there was silence, there was nothing.

And then...

You have been seated in the Throne Of Darkest Stars, you are Rewarded One Wish Wish: Save This World ... you do not have prerequisites to remove Reality Effect Unable to grant Wish. Parsing... Wish: Second Chance … Granted Saving Instance Reloading Updating Instance [Alyss Lorraine] Re-initialising World Event

It was like the moments between awake and asleep when your mind thought you were falling, so your body flinched and you jerked back to wakefulness to find you're still safe in bed.

Except Alyss jerked back awake in her car and elbowed the car's horn, letting out a loud BEEEEP that made her and everyone else in the supermarket car park flinch. Alyss was too confused to be embarrassed by the people who turned to look as they passed by.

'What the hell?' She mouthed, trying to take stock of herself and where she was.

The sun beat down on the car park, overly warm and bright. Around her, dozens of cars were parked, and a handful of people moved between them on their way to or from the small shopping centre. 'This can't be real,' Alyss thought as she opened her car door and glanced up. The sky was a pale blue, and Alyss's breath caught in her throat. It had been so long since she'd seen it blue. Could she have imag- no, no way she'd dreamed something so visceral and horrifying, no way she'd dreamed all those years and people and losses.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, “I am the protagonist.”

#just blog stuff #revelation after dusk #wip wednesday #wip thwursday #tw suicidal thoughts #suicidal thoughts #legit wrote 1444 new words for this story just so it could count as in progress

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ABOUT TIME

Original title: About time

Prompt: what if after 16x9.

Warning: spoiler for 16x9.

Genre: romantic, angst.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, (Tyler Green, Tara Lewis mentioned).

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 87 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💏😘. Song mentioned: E ti vengo a cercare, Tiziano Ferro (Franco Battiato).

GARVEZ STORIES

ABOUT TIME

I should change the object of my desires, not settle for small daily joys

I'm standing outside the hospital where Tyler Green has spent the past two weeks, teetering between life and death. But today something finally moves. We took Sicarius and saved Rossi.

I know perfectly well that I shouldn't be here, that I'm making yet another mistake, but my feet, my heart, my mind... Everything led me here, to her. As soon as we were sure Dave was safe, she ran to Tyler. Just because she felt she owed him, so she told JJ. That she would have closed, or at least stopped their contact, certainly for the time of the trial. And about after... Who knows.

The thought of them not being able to be together didn't make me feel any better. I don't think I have a chance, but if I did, I would never want to be picked because my rival isn't available. Winning because the opponents have all withdrawn. No, I would like Penelope to choose me because she wants me, she loves me. But the thing is, she's falling in love with someone else and that has changed her. I can't say for the better, although she has always been a goddess to me.

But she is no longer the same woman I fell for. The fault, if any, is not only Green's, but also the pandemic. In those three years after our one date, we saw very little. When the world seemed to go back to normality, we started dating a little more... but only for Sergio. And so, I found out I'm allergic to cat dander. Would it ever stop me to start a lifetime with her? Rhetorical question, since antihistamines exist and even if they didn't… no.

It's really absurd, how many times have I fantasized about her coming to my house, to keep Roxy company, maybe while we were out on a case? And I came home and found them hugging each other, asleep on the sofa. Undecided whether to wake her up or stay to contemplate her all night, until the last moment, before the sun made its appearance. And sometimes I would go further, dreaming of her eyelids lifting, a few seconds to focus on my face, an embarrassed smile that suddenly turned malicious, as she placed both hands on my neck, dragging me down, me happy to please her.

But I don't even know what her lips taste like, and I can be sure that I will never find out. Perhaps I should have been more proactive enterprising during our date. Not in words, but in gestures. I should have kissed her right under her house when I picked her up. Make it clear how things were, what was at stake on my part. Instead of letting things go, and pretending that I was okay with hearing her imagine meeting her soul mate, who knows when, who knows where.

I don't know if it's Tyler and if she's already thought that. I can only speak for myself. And as far as I'm concerned, I should have told her explicitly that there was no point in looking for my twin soul, because I had already found the right person and right at that moment she was in front of my nose. And it will stay that way, no matter what. In these three years I have never even made an attempt with another woman, although I have had some opportunities. But for what? To treat her like Lisa? No, better to be alone.

It hurts to see how strong JJ and Will's love is, I don't mean I'd rather think them apart, I'm not at that level. But that's exactly what I want, what I feel is missing in my life. What Tara and Matt, with whom I'm in constant contact, didn't understand (given the amount of people who tried to get me to know) is that I don't miss a woman by my side. But one in particular. And it's her or nobody.

A few days ago I had the umpteenth proof of it. If I haven't stopped loving her while she's been telling me unwanted details about her sex life with Tyler, when will that happen? I no longer hope for it, on the contrary, what am I saying, liar! I never believed it. I never even wanted to. No, I like to wallow in my grief, complain to Roxy about how unfortunate I am. Poor Luke. Too bad the only one I would like to console me is always… her. Penelope Garcia.

And it wasn't just for cowardice that I didn't venture further three years ago. No, it was because I can't lose her at all. Even as a friend, or whatever role she puts me in. I can't imagine my life without her, it takes my breath away just thinking about it. Yet despite all my efforts, despite all the bitter pills I've swallowed, I'm still losing her. She stopped responding to me, flirting with me, snapping back, which is kind of the same thing. She said, in that restaurant, that she finds hard to talk to me without using the provocation filter. And it’s half bullshit, because in these seven years we have had several profound conversations, I was the first one she told about her stalker. Maybe I'm still the only one, knowing her...

But that's the problem. I don't recognize her anymore. The Penelope I love is the one who was super nice to Lisa, despite the embarrassing situation (because even then a little cloud with all the unsaid was hovering between us). The one who always worried about her absence, partly because she loved her, directly to her, partly because, I'm sure, she thought about how it could reflect on me. Current Penelope, on the other hand, didn't give a damn when I tried to tell her to stop talking about her and Tyler; she ignored my pleading tone, my watery eyes, whatever. I didn't think she could ever be that selfish.

She killed me. And that hasn't changed anything, in what I feel. It hasn't wavered my love for her even for a second. It is always there, that proudly stands as one of the 300 before facing the Persians. Like I know I will still love her when she gives in and accepts Tyler's proposal, and I will try to endlessly dilate the one dance she'll allow me, during their wedding.

How much bullshit can be processed in a few minutes outside a hospital. Actually, it must have been at least half an hour and I can't figure out why the heck I haven't entered yet. What's the point of staying here? I should go home. Both Simmons and Tara would recommend it to me. I had the opportunity to really let off steam and I threw it away. I told Dr Lewis everything but being careful to avoid every detail that could give a face to the mysterious woman who had stolen (and broken) my heart. She probably understood, since she's not just a profiler… but maybe not, because her condition wasn't the usual one. Even her heart was in a thousand pieces that evening. We both got really drunk. It hasn't happened to me since… before entering the academy, I think. I hope it worked at least to her.

I look at my cell phone, hoping what? A text from her now? That a new case arrived? Neither option is realistically possible. I sigh, pulling it into my back pocket and making a decision at the same time. At least one. I turn around, and head to my car. I tried. I gave her half an hour, perhaps I should say that I gave fate, rather than her, the opportunity to prove something to me. But nothing happened, and Penelope will never know that I stayed outside the hospital where Tyler is being treated, completely alone, in the cold, hoping to see her appear.

And then, then what was I going to do? Stupid dilemmas that no longer make sense to wonder. I reach the car, but precisely because of my fingers are numb from the low temperature, my keys fall out. As I bend down to pick up them, I hear the sound of heels on the asphalt. I don't want to delude myself. Too late.

I carry on as if nothing had happened, ignoring that perfume which, although mixed with anxieties and fears, remains unmistakable. -Luke?- she called me by my first name instead of my last. This is already a victory, I can say I am satisfied, thank you very much. Can I go home now? I catch all the shades of uncertainty in her tone and not a single note of happiness to see me. I sigh and turn in her direction, leaning against the car door. -What are you doing here?- wrinkles on her forehead. She didn't do her makeup. Did she cry for him? Of course she did, what a stupid question. And for me, for me has she ever done it? When she thought I died in the explosion, did she shed even a tear at the thought of never seeing me again, except in a coffin?

All the techniques I've learned in years of military service and as a federal agent go to hell when I'm with her. There remains only a pathetic man unable to formulate a meaningful sentence. -Uh… I wanted to know how you were… and…- it came out like this, even if I should have asked her about Tyler, since he's the one in trouble. But I don't take it back, I was sincere. My priority is her.

She always has been, even on those occasions, like after the accident in which Walker lost his life, where training would have led me to focus on something else. And yet, one moan of pain from her was enough for me to abandon a half-blind JJ and run to her. As well as I stood by her side, coaching her on how to dab Tyler's wound. -Oh.- amazement again. How is it possible, after everything I've shown her since we've known each other, that she's still surprised to see me worrying about her? Is she really that naive? -I'm…I'm fine.- lie, like the first time I caught her crying in her office over Reid. She called me friend, but she won't let me near her. I thought I had knocked down all the walls, but instead there are some bricks that want to prevent me from reaching her.

I don't know what it was. The anger at seeing that I was always stuck at the starting line. The pure black (not green) jealousy of imagining her at another's bedside. Maybe all together. Before she even has time to think about it, I push her against my chest, hugging her, while a little voice in my head repeats over and over to enjoy this moment as much as possible, because it will be the last. Penelope instantly transforms from a rigid body to the soft and warm one of the woman I love. She sinks into my chest, and I let her pour all of her tears into my sweater. I will never wash it again. I'll hold it to me on nights when sleep won't keep me company. I remain silent, one hand in her hair and the other on her back. She looks so small and fragile now. I keep my grip firm as I whisper a question that is actually a statement. -You love him, don't you?- she tries to wriggle out of my arms, but I can't bear to look into her eyes as she kills me with the bullets I've personally provided for her.

I must have probably hit some bare spot, because I feel the change in her. -No.- she finally replies, but I can't believe her. If she denies her feelings for Tyler, the situation is even worse than I guessed. I let her go, but she doesn't go away. -No.- she repeats. And she seems really convinced of what she is saying. Indeed, she seems… sorry. And now I'm the one confused. -I worry about him, that's true. And we have an…- she meets my gaze and this time she notices by herself, without me having to point out anything, how little I want to hear her repeat what a great sex they had. -But I wouldn't call it love.- she stares at me, she literally pierces me and looks like she's waiting. For my step? What should I do? Damn, if I only knew what was the right thing to do! -Remember that talk about finding the right person, that we had during our date?- I hasten to nod, but I refrain from adding the obvious, I've never stopped thinking about it. -Here- I'm shaking, I'm fucking scared that she's going to say that she's realized she's found it, and that it's Tyler. It wouldn't make sense, since she just admitted she doesn't love him, but… -I know it's not him.- Penelope looks me in the eyes again, and she seems to be looking for something, but she can't find it. She sighs.

I'm afraid she'll leave, give up. Then I make what I usually did, like a last-ditch attempt to continue a conversation. I say any shit to keep her attention on me. Well, this time it's not technically bullshit, but a rhetorical question, but it carries the same weight. -How can you be sure?- and my voice becomes soft, falters. I hate myself immensely.

She shivers and it takes a moment to understand that it is not an emotional reaction, but a physiological one. Penelope doesn't have the patience to wait for me to wake up, anyway. -We could… we could keep talking about it… I don't know, in your car? I'm freezing.- and the coat she is wearing is too light. Such a drop in temperatures wasn't expected. I nod and hastily open the door for her. Penelope comes aboard without my help. I reach her. I'm quivering with joy, because for the first time she didn't take the opportunity to run away, but she chose to stay and face it head on. I see reflected in her pupils the Penelope that made me fall in love. I know she is still there. -Thank you.- a weak smile. -Tyler asked me to leave Quantico, the team… all of you, and start a life together, away from here. To come back just for the trial. Just the two of us against the world.- she doesn't look at me and I struggle to recover from the blow.

-Whoah.- I exclaim, shaking my head. The boy is not joking. He played hard. And how can you blame him? -And you…- luckily she keeps to tell.

-At first I almost said yes.- I swallow. -I don't know if you know… I had a chat with Emily, very nasty.- she stares at her shoes. -I deserved every single word, I know. I jeopardized one of the most important cases FBI has ever handled… I just wish at least someone would believe me when I say I didn't do it on purpose. Everything suddenly became bigger than me. But I didn't mean to.- her hands are constantly moving, despite the confined space in which we are. -And I know that I've been a bad friend, for everyone, not only since Tyler appeared.- I start to retort, but I'd be partially lying, so I'm silent. -I tried to work on myself, during the pandemic, I thought I had reached a balance, instead I went from one extreme to the other.- the cabin welcomes her first sob. Heartbreaking. -Oh, Luke!- before she finishes saying my name, my hands are already on her. -I became the anti Garcia. Selfishness incarnate!- I'm not willing to stand motionless while she insults herself.

-No, it's not true…- beyond the fogged lenses, her eyes challenge me. -Ok, let's say you've begun to think a little more about yourself, and this isn't necessarily a bad thing...- nothing, I can't bear to be mad at her or say something that might hurt her, not even when she herself asks me to.

A few tears slip through my fingers. She shakes her head. -Luke, you... you've always been too good to me. Do you think I never noticed?- I'm shaking. -You've always been my shadow, since you walked at the BAU, you've always been there for me, ready to hold me up every time I was about to fall... that someone to go to when I want to cry... and more.- know that she has noticed it causes me a wave of immense happiness. It wasn't all in vain. However, it doesn't last long. Because if she knows, how should I interpret all those behaviors that I have attributed to her naivety? -And I paid back you with snarking… but always hoping that you knew… how much I really care about you and how much I love you.- I know she means it affectionately, so I have no illusions.ù Her tone, her gaze suggests it. I hand her a tissue, to break the gloomy atmosphere that has been created. -Penelope- she looks at me in silence -what did you answer to him?- she seems initially disappointed that, about all her touching speech, I remained stuck on that trifle, that she thinks it doesn't concern me.

-I say I can't.- my lungs start pumping air again. -And thereby, it had no longer sense... to be together.- she shrugs, lost in another past. JJ once mentioned one her ex, another IT, that had proposed to her. It ended bad. Is this the fate of anyone who tries to approach her romantically?

I block her, forcing her to look at me again. -He didn't agree to proceed more... calmly?- why the heck am I carrying on this discussion, this is what her eyes ask me, but I know the answer well. I'm not thinking about her and Tyler at all. No, I'm… asking for a friend. Very close.

She sighs, as if her body is about to collapse, abandon her. Who knows how exhausting it must have been, the conversation with what she believed was her boyfriend, who had just re-emerged from the darkness. And I came to give her the coup de grace. -We didn't even considered it, because it wouldn't have mattered. I've been single for years and… that's okay. If he's not the right… and I know it's not, why should I delude him? I will never be able to love him the same way.- I nod. I no longer know how to get out of this situation and suddenly I would like to be alone.

-Should I... give you a ride home?- I expect her to nod. In any of my fantasies, Penelope would have done it, or she would have replied that wasn't needed, she could take a taxi, she had come here with her Esther, there was always the subway…

Instead she denies. -No.- her face still bears traces of the salty drops she poured, but her expression is serious and determined. I'm scared. -Luke, I don't think the fact that you, only you, came out here waiting for me... is a coincidence. Nor anything that would do a simple worried colleague.- she grabs my hand. Here we go, is this really going to happen? -Stop me or deny me, if I say something that seems incorrect to you.- but I even struggle to breathe. I'm in apnea. -Nothing you've done for me can be described as simple kindness. Especially the way I kept your at distance.- she has hit me. -So… when Tyler came up with that proposal, I realized two things. The first, that it wouldn't have been right to accept, and the second, that I could only say yes to one person.- her sweet gaze is not enough to convince me that she really means me.

Not entirely. But now... -Then why did you say that there was definitely something between us, but not like that?- finally, after three years, I get rid of this weight. I still have one clarification to make. -And what did you mean with "not like that"? As much as I've racked my brain, I haven't found a sensible solution.- Penelope giggles, but only from embarrassment.

-Uh, that night… everything was so weird, and the silence certainly didn't help. I know you tried your best to get things going, while I… I gave it a clean break, because it seemed like the easiest route. Because when you ordered two glasses of wine… both for you… I kind of had a vision, and I realized that I would really risk it all, with you, leave my whole heart in your hands and it's… something I've never done before, never, in more than forty years.- I have always adored witnessing her ravings, and now I'm the subject, and also the love (because it’s this) that she feels for me…

I caress the palm of her hand, I contemplate the lines drawn on her skin as if I were a fortune teller. -Me neither.- I whisper. -I've never given my heart to anyone either, not voluntarily… but it was yours anyway, ever since I've known you.- she gasps. We're competing to see who shoot biggest, and I don't give a damn who will win.

-Well, then you know how dangerous it is. How scary it is.- I nod. She leans her head on my shoulder, and it's not exactly the most comfortable position in the world, but inside I'm salsa dancing.

-Penelope?- I call her, after what seems like a century. She lifts her eyes to me. -Do you think that now can I…?- she senses what I can't say out loud, pulling me towards her, until our faces are practically stuck together. She gives me the last spur with a killer look. Hurry up, or do you really want me to change my mind? But it's her again, my Penelope. In any case, I decide not to risk my fate.

Her mouth fits perfectly on mine. Her fingers wander through my hair, my hands on her cheeks, as we moan in pleasure as we pass to the following step. -About time.- she exclaims, parting to catch her breath, before the next round.

Now I am sure that her lips will always be my personal paradise. And that she will be the place where I feel really safe. Things I've always known and that's why it hurt so much to see her deny my every step in her direction. Too much waste.

But now that doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that I know that she knows that I will be there for her through this process, that no matter what, I will be there, because this is my destiny. And she will be there for me, whether she decides to stay at the BAU or another job. No more secrets between us, and not even bricks.

And I'll come looking for you, because I feel good with you

Note: this story is based on my what if instead.

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