#Like basically if something even lightly brushes on it my arm nOPES and I cringe x'D

[starlytenight]

Improvement is happening, just visited physio and I'm told to still take it easy but try stretching and such now.

My next appointment with my surgeon and physio align on my birthday, which I find hilarious. xD Hopefully I'll have some good things my way on that day, eh?

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.82

Keith was shaking. Staring at Lance’s empty room, he couldn’t stop shaking. Lance was supposed to be in his or visiting Garrison, not gone from VOLTRON without a word of goodbye. The hunter felt as if his heart had been physically crushed as it raced. His boyfriend hadn’t told him he was leaving. He’d packed up and left him behind. He’d disappeared. Sure, they’d been a bit shaky the past few days, but they’d made up. They’d cuddled on the sofa until cuddling wasn’t enough. They’d kissed... Lance... Lance hadn’t said... Was this because of him? Because he wanted to celebrate Lance’s birthday? He wanted to do something nice for his boyfriend. Show him that he was happy Lance existed. And now he was gone. Nothing remained in his room. Not Lance’s clothes. Not his computer or laptop. Not Blue’s litter tray. Nothing at all.

Feeling Coran’s hand on his shoulder, Keith’s watery purple eyes looked his way

“I’m sorry my, boy. I may have been too hard on him this morning. He seemed to have something he wished to discuss with Allura, and I’m afraid he caught me talking with Kolivan and Krolia. He must have left soon after...”

Coran sounded upset. Keith still couldn’t imagine Coran being short with Lance. Whatever had happened, Lance must be really upset to have disappeared on them

“... Number Two, are you okay? I’m most certain Lance wouldn’t have left because of you”

That wasn’t the right thing to say. Keith feeling anger flicker and die out in an instant as coldness set in. He felt cold. Like their was no air in the room. Lance was always going to return home to Garrison... but now he had, it almost felt like he’d been dumped and left behind

“Then why did he leave without saying anything?!”

“I don’t know. If he’s returned to Garrison, perhaps young Matt will know?”

But that didn’t tell him why. They’d made up. He thought they were okay. Maybe Lance not coming home with him meant they weren’t and he was too stupid to get it?

“He... he does this. He walks away when he can’t cope... What did you say to him?”

Lance... Lance wouldn’t leave him. He’d said he loved him

“I... merely... asked him what he was doing and asked that he avoid the main floor due to Lotor visiting... Perhaps he took to that mean... oh, dear. Let’s return to my office and I’ll call Matt, ask him to let Lance know that there was no need to leave as he did”

“Don’t bother. I’ll go see him”

He wouldn’t let Lance decide they were over without telling him why

“I don’t know if the Blades would be comfortable with you leaving”

“Coran, I honestly don’t care. They don’t want us. They don’t want me. They don’t even care about Lance. You heard Kolivan. He basically said if Lance didn’t help that there’d be consequences. Them coming here has reminded me of everything that’s wrong with the Blades. I’m going to go see him. Whether he wants to come back is up to him”

“Maybe I should come with you? Explain the situation?”

Or maybe Coran could stay here. Something made Lance leave and until Keith was sure Coran wasn’t the reason, he wasn’t letting him see his boyfriend. Wiping at his teary eyes, his voice was as cold as he physically felt

“I think you’ve done more than enough”

*

Keith wouldn’t admit he’d nearly gotten himself cleaned up by a truck as he drove to Garrison. His mind on Lance and his well-being, not this shit with Lotor and Coran. He didn’t know for sure Lance would be home, not until he saw the blue bronco parked in front of Lance’s house, still loaded with his boyfriend’s things. Parking his bike up near the front steps, Keith was off the bike and tugging at his helmet within seconds of cutting the engine, too driven to be nervous over Lance potentially dumping him. Running up the front steps, he let himself in. Lance’s house feeling oddly cooler than he remembered. Like Lance not being there had taken the life out of the old manor home

“Lance?!”

Jogging into the living room, he found Pidge sitting on the sofa looking upset. Matt and Rieva sat either side of her, while Hunk sat on the coffee table, Pidge’s hands in his. Keith stumbling slightly because Lance wasn’t there and they all looked thoroughly upset

“Where’s Lance?”

Hunk turned his head towards him, letting go of Pidge’s hands as he did. The man seemed pretty shocked to see him. Did Lance already tell them it was over? Was that why they were upset?

“Out the back... He’s... uh... buried himself... He... didn’t mention you’d be coming, man”

Keith left the rest of the gang there, jogging through the house and out to the backyard. Lance was in the process of sitting up in his shallow grave

“What the fuck?! Why the fuck did you leave like that?! Do you know what it did to me to find you fucking gone! If you wanted to break up, you could have told me to my fucking face!”

Yelling at Lance, Keith threw his helmet at him for good measure. Failing to catch his helmet, it hit Lance in the side of the head with a solid thud

“Mother-ducker! What the hell?! What the fuck, Keith? I thought you were in Platt!? What are you talking about? Didn’t you get my message?!”

Keith crossed his arms, staring down at Lance as Lance tossed his helmet out of his grave and rubbed the side of his head. Only Lance would swear like he’d been autocorrected

“I didn’t get any message! You left!”

Lance wasn’t getting away with it that easily

“I messaged you! Don’t you check your phone?! I made sure to explain that I wasn’t leaving because of you and that I was leaving because I was in the way with my pheromones!”

“Kosmo ate my charger!”

Both their heads jerked back as realisation hit them. Keith moving to pinch the top of his nose in a very Shiro way. Lance covering his face with his dirty hands. Both of them groaning, before Lance took a deep breath then slowly released it

“Babe. I messaged you this morning around about 7am”

“I left my phone in my jeans. I went to charge it and found Kosmo had eaten half the cord”

“And you thought I’d left.... God. No, babe... fuck. Wait there”

Lance climbed out his grave soil, brushing himself off before raising his right hand to rest on the spot where Keith’s helmet had hit him. With a wobbly smile, his boyfriend held his left arm out. Feeling really fucking stupid, Keith shuffled over and into Lance’s embrace

“You disappeared”

Tears formed too quickly. Keith sniffling as he rested his head on Lance’s shoulder

“I know. I know how much it scares you, that’s why I messaged you to explain everything”

“I thought you’d left me behind”

“Not permanently. Never permanently. I felt like I overstated my welcome and was just in the way at VOLTRON”

“Coran said he was short with you”

“He kind of was. But I’m not exactly making things easy by being there. Babe, I’m so sorry. I absolutely promise you that I didn’t just leave”

“You could have called”

“Your phone was dead. That’s why you came all the way out here”

Lance’s hand moved from his head to Keith’s back. His boyfriend rubbing it softly as he sighed. Lance knew how much it’d shaken him to find him gone

“I overreacted”

“A little bit. I would never dump you by disappearing. I want to be there for you, not scare you”

“I felt like I couldn’t breathe. What were you even doing buried?”

“Because our dumb friends want to keep investigating and Pidge made a joke about how her death didn’t after because she could always come back as a vampire. First they tell me they’re farting on the investigation, then she says that. I lost my cool and came out here to wallow”

Thank god. Thank fuck. Thank whoever. Lance was okay. He was okay and he didn’t want to break up. God. Keith felt so foolish. He didn’t want to feel foolish. He didn’t want to talk about the mess in his head at the thought Lance being gone from his life

“You haven’t wallowed in a while”

“Nope. Today was just a particularly crappy day”

“My day was shit too”

“What happened?”

“Lotor made the Blades out Shiro and I on the investigation team. He doesn’t want to help us. He won’t until he meets you and sees your ego. And the I found you gone completely and I couldn’t... I couldn’t even breathe. I thought you’d never... I’d never...”

Lance nuzzled into his hair, his boyfriend smelt of damp dirt

“Okay. Okay... You had a scare. Do you want to go somewhere and talk?”

Keith nodded. Matt and Rieva would be laughing at how stupid he was

“Yeah. We need to talk. And you’ve got dirt in your hair”

“Let me take a quick shower, then we’ll get out of here”

*

Keith didn’t know why the only place he knew how to get to in Garrison, other than Lance’s house, was the graveyard. Parking his bike off the road and under the shade of the trees, he and Lance both climbed off his bike. Since Lance didn’t own a helmet, Keith insisted his boyfriend wear his, taking things much slower than he usually would. Pulling off the helmet, Lance set it on the bike, eyeing their surrounds with a look Keith couldn’t put his finger on.

“Babe, I’ve got to tell you, every time we come here I get nervous you’re going to bury me”

Keith shrugged, feeling self conscious. Lance should know better by now

“I don’t know my way around Garrison”

“I know... here, there’s a bench in the cemetery we can sit there and talk”

“You won’t get too much sun?”

“Nah. Plus, I’ve got my big bad bikie boyfriend to protect me”

Keith groaned, how could he not

“I’m not a bikie”

“So you admit you’re big and bad. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get into my pants”

Keith blushed hard. He’d trailed into the bathroom after Lance, sitting on the counter as his boyfriend cleaned up

“Shut up”

Laughing lightly, Lance took him by the hand.

Leading him to the bench, the wood looked hardly sturdy enough to support their combined weight. In the distance a cow let out a lazy moo. Birds were chirping. Life went on around them, yet whenever he was alone with Lance it felt like they were the last people in existence. Alone together in the world. Sitting down, Lance patted the spot next to him, Keith sitting down carefully with a cringe

“Relax. They really knew how to build a bench that lasts back in the day. Now. I’m sorry I left without waiting to say goodbye in person”

“You scared the shit out of me”

“I know. It’s just... I’ve been thinking about coming back for a while now and my presence seemed like it was going to cause more trouble if I stayed at VOLTRON”

“You could have come home with me...”

Lance sighed softly, his hand taking Keith’s. Keith’s stomach dropping at the sound of his boyfriend’s sigh

“You know I can’t. You and Shiro, you need that to be your safe space”

“Are you saying I’m not safe with you?”

“No. No, babe. I would never hurt you. No. I mean... I’m not a hunter. I’m a vampire. My scent clings to you and all it would take is one wolf to scent me and know you’re not what you seem to be. You’re safety is my priority. Then there’s Shiro to think about too. He’s okay with us now, but he’s still working through his trauma over losing Adam. I’m not trying to sound like I’m blaming or belittling him, but that’s his home too. Look... I’m not saying this very well. I would love that in the future. To be there every single day when you come home. To help you. To support you. But I need to work on me and finding my feet again. I need to learn how to balance things and when I with you, I don’t ever want to leave. I love spending time with you. You’re like... like the future. A vampire hunter who really understands there’s more to things than how they appear. At the moment, stopping Honerva needs to be the priority. And I just don’t know what to do with myself”

Lance sounded so sad. So sad that Keith’s heart hurt

“I’m sorry... I thought...”

“You thought I was happy? I was. I really was. You make me so stupidly happy I can’t believe it half the time. But I don’t work for Coran. I became a lawyer to help children, and I don’t think I can use that skill set to help at the moment. My life was... I thought I was fine and now I know what falling in love feels like, I want to work on myself without lies or secrets. I don’t want to be a burden”

“You’re not a burden”

“I feel like it. Like I’m holding everyone back. My pheromones are still all over the place. They were supposed to settle, but they obviously haven’t if Coran thinks I need to avoid the main floor of VOLTRON”

Stupid Coran. Couldn’t he have explained it to Lance without making him feel like shit and stuff

“Coran had no right...”

“He’s just trying to look out for everyone. My scent affects people. You know that for yourself. If I accidentally sent a vampire or werewolf mad and something horrible happened I couldn’t live with that. So much has happened in the last few months that... It really makes me feel small and insignificant. Confused and useless. Like... I knew what I was doing before, but now I’m in deep water and barely know how to keep afloat. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I could have made it this far. My heats leave me a mess. My body’s still changing. But you... you make me feel alive. It’s me who doesn’t know what he’s doing”

Lance’s overthinking had gotten the best of him. He’d left because the man he saw as family had made him feel like a burden

“Babe...”

Lance leaned his head against his shoulder, softly mumbling

“I don’t want to break up”

“I don’t want to break up either. I know you’re not a hunter. You said Pidge was working a case?”

“Rieva still sees Lotor as a threat. She... she wants to help but she’s also too curious”

“Then what do we do?”

Keith felt lost. The idea of Pidge and Hunk being harmed was scary. They were out of their depths

“I don’t know. They’re not going to leave it. I don’t know how to conduct a hunt like you and Shiro. This isn’t a ghost hunt. There’s real evil waiting at the end of this hunt”

“Do... do you want me to say something?”

“To who? Pidge and Hunk are still learning about this world. Coran will worry. Kolivan will probably arrest them again. I got so mad at them. I was mean to Pidge”

Now he got why Lance felt so lost. Instincts told him to yell at the others for being so stupid

“You feel like you have to be here, don’t you?”

“It’s what I’ve always done”

“Where does that leave us?”

“That’s what I’m working out. Is it wrong to want to want work on myself?”

They’d had that conversation more than once. There were half a dozen small ways Keith found himself working on himself without thinking about it

“No. We’ve talked about this. You’re not a hunter... but you know, you really did do a good job when you tried to help us figure out what Antok had done. Lotor wants to meet with you. He told Kolivan he’d only cooperate if Shiro and I were brought in on it and if he got to meet you”

“Oh goody. Prince Turd himself wants to meet me?”

“You’re not shocked?”

Lance raised his head, meeting Keith’s eyes

“If it helps, I’ll do it��

“I don’t think you should”

“Lotor’s holding all the cards right now. Let me guess. He was all like “I won’t help unless you do what I want? I’m a vampire and I’m a douche canoe””

Keith snorted

“You sounded just like him. His conditions were he does nothing until you meet”

“And when is this meeting meant to take place?”

“Kolivan would say as soon as possible”

Lance dropped his head, before rubbing his cheek against Keith’s arm

“Kolivan really doesn’t like me. He wanted to know why I was still in Platt. That reminds me. They were talking about Sendak and a shipping yard. I don’t know if that means anything to you, but it felt important”

“Kolivan’s thinking of apprehending Sendak. He wanted to arrange a meeting. Lotor shot that down. He says he doesn’t want anything to do with his family”

“That might be true... From what Rieva said, I’d run away too”

Keith jerked slightly, confusing on coming out as anger

“You think we should believe him?!”

Lance pulled away, frowning heavily

“What? No. Personally I think Rieva’s biological parents were killed by someone related to Honerva, and that’s why she can’t talk about it”

Rieva had talked... but she’d definitely held stuff back

“If that’s true, then why hasn’t she told the Blades? Or Coran?”

“Probably for the same reasons I can’t talk about being turned. I snapped about it earlier. Tell Kolivan I’ll meet with Lotor, but I need a bit of time first. Just, like, a few days. Maybe like on the weekend? Kolivan can come up with questions or whatever he wants me to try to ask?”

“Lotor doesn’t like questions. Babe... I don’t think this is a good idea”

“Probably not. I was going to talk to Allura about what she thought about him”

Lance was going to go through with it. Keith had known before he asked, but it made him feel sick with the “what-ifs”

“You could go into heat”

“I could. But... I feel like I can do this”

Lance’s ego might have been ruffled. Lance sounded too confident at meeting Lotor. Lance knew Lotor was bad news. Maybe his ego thought it’d be a chance to show Lotor he wasn’t to be dismissed so easily. Keith didn’t like it one but

“You can’t... I won’t let you meet him alone. I don’t want you... I don’t know what he’s going to make of you. He’s part fae and he’s so arrogant that even I feel his ego coming off him. You have to think this through. We don’t need him. We can work it out”

“Babe, Allura is our friend and if she has her heart set on him, I want to see him myself. I know he’s using you and Shiro for his own means, and he’s probably going to fuck with us, but... yeah. I have to do it. Maybe I’ll understand Rieva better if I do?”

Lance loved his friends so much he was stupid. A big fat idiot crumpet. He wasn’t listening to him

“You really are stupid... What am I supposed to if you get hurt?”

Lance leaned back into him

“That’s why I won’t be alone. Coran will be there. You, and Shiro. I won’t meet him alone”

“You trust us to keep you safe from him?”

“Dah. And I trust you not to let my ego get too big. You keep me anchored, and shit”

His boyfriend kissing his arm

“This is a dumb idea”

“Probably, it’s about par for us though”

Keith sighed. They didn’t have a lot of choice

“I wish we weren’t this dumb”

Lance chuckled, squeezing his hand comfortingly. Neither of them in any particular rush to head back to their friends just yet

“So do I. Idiot boyfriends doing idiot things”

Kissing Lance’s hair, Keith buried his face in the soft locks. Lance hadn’t pressed on his abandonment issues, which Keith was grateful given how’d he reacted

“Yeah... two halves of the same idiot right here”

“Damn right...”

[santana-maribel]

📝 it was always you. (finntana)

who: @santana-maribel and @finnsterhuddy​.  where: santana & quinn’s apartment.  when: saturday 2nd may.  what: the “universe” aka santana’s clumsy ass interrupts yet another kiss between them during spin the bottle. but alone in the aftermath, they finally get their moment. with a surprising outcome. (surprising to everyone except jesse.) warnings: drug mention.

Santana shuffled into Seb's arms and pressed her lips against his. It was an unnecessarily showy kiss, more tongue than anyone else seemed to be offering up, but that was just how they rolled. As she pulled away, she giggled again, before spinning the bottle herself. She watched as it spun round and round, making her dizzy before it finally stopped. On Finn. Santana lifted her eyes from the bottle, glancing up at him. She offered a small smile, her heart racing in her chest as she weighed up her options. She had wanted to kiss Finn for months now, but not like this. However, it was the rules of the game. The rules she'd invented in her head. So she leaned across, closing the gap between them. Her ears ringing, as their lips were closer than they'd ever been.

Finn was barely paying attention to the spinning bottle, and he hadn’t even noticed Santana was the one spinning it. It wasn’t until Chad stopped talking that his gaze turned to the bottle, the neck pointing straight at him. “Oh,” he huffed out, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. He meant to redeem himself from their failed attempt, but this scenario put some pressure he wasn’t expecting. Rules were rules, right? It would be idiotic for him to back down now, and it was Santana after all. He smiled back, adjusting his position so he could easily lean closer to her to meet her halfway, his pulse raising rapidly by the second.

Her eyes closed, her hand reaching over to cup his face as she shuffled forward. She heard the thud first, felt the wetness pooling around her knees second. As she pulled her face back and glanced down at the ground. She'd knocked over her glass, spilling the alcohol over the bottom of her dress and all over the floor. Her temper flared quickly. She fucking hated the universe. She was cursed, whatever was going on in the world, did not want her to kiss Finn Hudson. So fucking be it. She let out a forced laugh and rose to her feet, "i'm just gonna' clean up," she informed the group before leaving to her bedroom to get changed.

Finn was certain their lips had already met. Her hand was on the side of his face, he could feel her breath, even her body heat radiating onto his skin. But the next thing he knew, Santana had abruptly pulled away and his knee was soaked in alcohol. “Shit,” he muttered as he looked around for napkins or paper towels, but didn’t spot anything on sight. “I-I’ll join you,” he said in a rush, but she had already disappeared into her room. “Sorry guys.” He shuffled through the circle, grabbing some paper towels and patted them on the floor real quick before jogging after the party host. He arrived by the door frame of her bedroom, knocking lightly on the door. “You okay, San?”

Santana stood in the middle of her bedroom, her face flushed red with annoyance. This whole thing was stupid, she would have never gotten this angry about a fucking dude before. What the hell made Finn so special? Why was there this undeniable pull towards him? When she heard her bedroom door open, she half expected it to be Seb standing there, but when she noticed it was Finn, she brushed her hair out of her face and turned to look at him. "No, i'm not okay," she sighed, "it's so fucking stupid, all of it. I hate the fact I have this ridiculous crush on you, I hate the fact you ran out of my apartment before kissing me, I hate that the universe doesn't want us to like...even try and I really, really, hate the fact you fucked Quinn."

Finn awkwardly stuffed his hands down his jean pockets, taking careful steps towards Santana, but stopping when she made her last confession. A wave of guilt flushed through his body, his cheek burning red as he looked at her ranting about her feelings. How was he going to explain that he felt the same in a believable way? “For what it’s worth, I wanted it to happen really bad. I really wanted to kiss you,” he admitted, inching closer to the girl as he slowly removed his hands from his pockets. “Quinn’s great and yeah, that happened and I know it complicates things between us, but we agreed that it wasn’t going to happen anymore. It’s done, but it’s in the past.” He wanted to cringe at how horrible he sounded to his own ears. “But  I gotta be honest, Santana. You and Seb have been all over each other tonight and you guys have been for a long time now, but you walk around flirting with me, saying you like me and you’re upset I didn’t kiss you and that I slept with Quinn? I know you guys got your own thing, but I never really got that dynamic. And I think a part of me, that I haven’t even realized myself, is backing away a little because Seb hates me and I don’t wanna stir up anything else by being with you.”

Santana watched as Finn edged closer towards her, the same dopey look on his face that she adored. Nope. She wasn’t going to crack, she wanted to rage, let out her annoyance at him, at the situation. She rolled her dark eyes, pupils blown out to hell from the drugs, as he admitted that he wanted the same things too. “Like you could have screwed any girl on campus, any one of them, but no, you’re here telling me that you wanted to kiss me then like a week later, your balls deep in Quinn? No fucking bueno, Hudson,” she seethed, although she knew that she was a hypocrite considering she’d been banging Seb for nearly two years. But still, rationality wasn’t something she was big on, especially not right at that moment. She stilled as he brought up Seb. In hindsight, she should have known that it was coming, but still, she crossed her arms over her chest in defiance. "Seb and I…We're just friends. Friends...who fuck." The words sounded weird as she said them aloud. People didn’t understand their dynamic and she wasn’t about to start explaining it to Finn. “I would have put the Seb thing on hold for you,” she huffed, narrowing her eyes at him.

“That’s not how that works and you know it,” Finn shot back, his guilt being slightly dimmed by his building annoyance for her stubbornness. “Seb’s got his balls deep in you God knows how many times a week. Don’t see me complaining over here.” Knowing both Sebastian and Santana for all of their college career so far, it wasn’t a secret that they were hooking up. But it was truly starting to get to him seeing them make out once every two minutes and it didn’t sit right that Santana was so angry with him. “Don’t you think I know that? I’ve been listening to him bragging about you these past two years, and it’s not exactly like you’re keeping things behind closed doors either.” His pulse was raising again, although not for the same reason as last time. “On hold? So, hypothetically, we start dating and maybe I wanna be in a long-term relationship, but in your mind, you’re putting another relationship on hold?”

Santana scoffed at him. “You never made a move, Finn,” she barked, “not once. Was I supposed to sit about and wait for you to one day decide that you wanted to kiss me and see if we could start something from it?” Her anger was at its peak now, her jaw clenched as he spat truth directly into her face. “We’re not in a relationship,” she stammered, although, they basically were. They just hooked up with different people and didn’t change their facebook statuses. Very non-traditional. “Seb is my best friend. It’s been convenient and I love him, but I would have fucking ended it if you wanted me, I would have ended if you asked me out,” she admitted, her voice quietening slightly, a small wave of emotion coming over her. “But hey, looks like the universe has once again decided our fate, no big deal.”

"So that grilled cheese night didn't count for anything? Yeah, I might've chickened out and bailed, but at least I tried something." He hated bringing up that moment again, yet it was the thing that kept coming back to them. "You're an adult, Santana, you don't have to wait for anyone to make a move. You can make your own," he huffed, his hands tying into fists by the sides of his body as he made a mental note to breathe. "I've been a total idiot around you, that's not a secret. But I'm here now, admitting to you that I want you. What are you waiting for? I'm kinda sick of letting the universe or whatever decide that it's not happening. It was a silly excuse that we laughed about over the years, but are we gonna let that defeat us?" Finn stepped closer to Santana, almost hovering over her at this point. "What do you really want?"

“Obviously it counted for something. Obviously it meant something, Finn. Otherwise I wouldn’t be so jacked up about it,” she argued back, incensed that he would assume anything otherwise. “I have spent so long, flirting and teasing and inviting you over, after you made your great escape after the fire alarm, I thought I’d read the signals wrong,” she explained, “I didn’t want to get hurt.” She stayed silent during his next bout of words, her fists clenching as she held them on her hips. He was so close, she could practically feel his heartbeat from where he was standing and she dropped her hands to wring them together. “You,” she breathed, “I just want you. I just want a chance to see if there’s something there or if we’d be wasting our time.”

Finn wasn't sure why it had been taking so long for something to happen between them. His interest for her had already peaked weeks ago, and her feelings for him wasn't exactly unknown either. Guess he was stupid enough to let everything else become a distraction, even excuses, to avoid drama. Yet, it had only left Santana hurt and himself feeling horrible. "I obviously hurt you. And I'm really sorry about that," he apologized sincerely, grabbing one of her hands with a tad force to untangle them, squeezing it lightly. "Then, so be it." He wasted no time, not even give her a second to think before closing the gap between them and softly pressing his lips against hers. The immediate sensation of bliss hit him like a lightning bolt, excitement and euphoria rushing through his veins as he felt her body close to his. He cupped her face with his available hand to deepen the kiss, barely able to think as he was overwhelmed with passion. He had barely pulled away when a metaphorical light bulb lit up over his head - she was his soulmate. A breathy "wow" escaped his lips as he tried to catch his breath. It was like he had to hold onto something or else he would collapse from utter dizziness. Right as he was about to speak again, he looked down on her left arm and saw it - a silver scar identical to his. With the exact same shape and length as his. On the exact same spot as him. "It's you."

She felt to spit yet another barbed remark in his face when he grabbed her hand and pulled her against him. Maybe she could just...give in. Just this once, it seemed like fate was on their side, as he finally pressed his lips against hers. It was like she'd been dead this whole time and his lips against hers brought her to life. It was like a fire had been lit inside of her and it was burning quicker than anything else she could comprehend. Every sense in her body was heightened, colours were brighter, everything felt clearer, the entire world just seemed to both stop and make sense all at once. She poured a moan into his mouth and her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed up on her tiptoes to hold him tighter. Her fingers laced in his hair to keep him close, she didn't want. One of the results of taking mdma was a feeling of complete euphoria. Santana had taken a ton of drugs in her time, hell -- she was high right now. But this was like nothing she had ever felt in her entire life, she was completely enveloped by euphoria. And only one thing was clear. Finn was her soulmate. He pulled back to catch his breath and she did the same, her hands trembling as she released her arms from around his neck. Her breathing was so heavy that she almost didn't hear what he said, her eyes following his down to her left arm and settling on the scar that resided there. She'd had it her whole life, no one could ever remember how she got it. But the second she looked at his arm and spotted the matching one, she knew. It was their bond, their manifestation, the one thing that they shared. It was him; it had always been him. He’d been there, nestled deep within her heart for her entire life. "Oh my god," she whispered, her eyes wide.

Finn thought he didn’t care about who his soulmate was. While he was curious when he realized he had met his soulmate at freshman orientation, his curiosity only lasted a short moment before he ultimately decided to live his life as is, taking things day by day. He never truly felt prepared to be in love anyway, or so he thought. But now he finally understood what it was all about - why Jesse had to give it a try with Rachel, why Tina ran off and got engaged, why people’s lives seemed to complete when they found their soulmate. His world has finally opened before his eyes, and in front of him was Santana. Then, it struck him that it wasn’t that easy for them - she seemed to hold resentment over him for sleeping with Quinn and Seb was still in the picture. “What happens now?”

Reality hit her like a fucking truck. What did happen now? She couldn't stop her hands from trembling, her heart from pounding in her throat to even think straight. Seb. What was she going to tell Sebastian? She always thought that if it happened, she could just go right on living her life, the way that she always did. But now, with the reality weighing so heavily on her, she knew that wasn't something she could do. To Finn or Seb. "I need to go," she stammered, pulling back out of his hold. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. "It's my birthday party, people came to see me. I can't be locked away in here, I have to go," she was rambling now, fighting off waves of terrified nausea. She moved to her wardrobe and stood out of sight behind the door, shimmying out of her wet dress and into another one. She had come into her bedroom to get changed after all, that was it, just to change out of the alcohol soaked dress. Nothing more.

“But—“ Before Finn could utter another word, she moved to her wardrobe, leaving him standing there awkwardly. Should he stay? Should he go? “Well, I’m gonna head back to the party,” he announced, his voice shaky and insecure. “Let me know when your high has worn down or something. Or not. I don’t know. See ya anyway.” He stood there for a few more seconds in case she came back out again, but from how she rushed off, it didn’t seem like she wanted to talk. Was that how she felt like when he bolted out the other night? He shot out a timid “bye” before stepping out of the bedroom and back into the party, although this time quietly into a corner to hide a little. The kiss was magical and beyond his wildest fantasies, so why did he feel so sad?

She leant her hand against the cool wood door and let out a slow, shaky breath. Her entire world seemed to be collapsing around her, with absolutely no certainty at all. Except for him. It felt like a cruel joke was being played on them, their long lasting joke of the universe wanting to keep them apart, when they should have been together. She heard his remark and sucked down a greedy gulp of air. She stuck her head out from behind her wardrobe, watching as he turned his back on her to leave, a rare moment of clarity shooting through her. "Finn, please don't leave," she called out, but it was too late, he'd already departed the bedroom, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Her fingertips traced over her lips and she was practically able to taste the electricity still lingering on them from the kiss. Another shaky breath let out, she closed the wardrobe door and brushed her hair behind her ears, as she looked in the mirror. Her eyes were wide, a look of undeniable terror on her face. Yet, there was something calm to her too, a sort of sereneness that she assumed one only understood when they found their soulmate. Leaving the bedroom, she closed the door with a small thud and grabbed an open bottle of champagne, from a side table, before strolling back into the circle and settling back into her previous spot between Aubrey and Seb. She brushed off Aubrey’s question about whether or not she was okay with a forced smile and glanced around to see if she could see Finn anywhere. When she couldn’t, she focused back on the game, watching as Seb spun the bottle to land on Aubrey. It certainly wasn’t business as usual, but she’d take it.

[thegoodthebadthesickly]

Stitches- Winn Schott

A filled request from my Wattpad for @badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: DCU/Super Girl

Request: Stitches

Requested by @ MANGO_CHEESE_ on Wattpad

(Stars are complete, Swirls are requested)

I'm sorry if this is incredibly out of character; I've only seen a few episodes of Super Girl and am mostly going off of what I know from Tumblr! Please don't hate me if this is awful!

"You couldn't have let the bullet proof alien take the, you know, bullet?" Alex asked, dabbing alcohol onto a sterile pad.

"It was instinctual; plus, it's just a flesh wound." Winn defended. He tried not to look at his arm, he already felt woozy and he definitely didn't need to add passing out to his rap sheet.

"This time," Alex admonished. "a few inches over and you could have been looking at permanent nerve damage." Alex brushed the sterile pad across the gash on Winn's arm, blotting away as much of the blood as possible.

"Agh!" Winn hissed. "Warn a guy!"

"Would it have hurt any less if I'd warned you?" Alex asked, her voice echoing off of the walls. They were the only two in the med bay right now, everyone else was still somewhere in the city and fighting yet another crazy guy in a suit of armor. When Winn had gotten shot she'd basically dragged him back to the DEO.

"That's not the point." Winn blushed and rolled his eyes.

"If you thought that was painful, you're really gonna hate me for this next part. You need stitches." Alex sucked at her bottom lip.

"No-no. I don't think so. It's not even that deep. Just slap a band-aid on me and send me home." Winn laughed nervously, trying to push himself off of the hospital bed. This turned out to be a bad idea when Winn was reminded, by a blinding pain in his right arm, that he had indeed been shot recently.

"Agh!" He yelled, grabbing his arm and falling back against the pillow. "Dammit!" He cried, tears clouding his vision.

"You know, for a genius, you can be pretty dumb sometimes." Alex cringed.

"Hey! You can't be mean to me, I just got shot!" Winn groaned.

"And who's fault is that?" Alex asked, spinning around on her stool and getting up to go find a suture kit.

Winn grumbled something that Alex didn't quite catch.

Honestly, Alex was glad to have Winn back here where he couldn't be hurt anymore. Everyone that fought beside her and Kara was either bullet-proof or highly trained in combat. Winn was neither of those things. He was just so soft and human. Alex would be lying if she said that the thought of him getting hurt hadn't kept her up at night, especially after night's like this, when he was too brave for his own good. Of course, she would never admit any of this to anybody, especially Winn.

Alex walked into the medical supply closet and, after searching through a mountain of labeled blue boxes, found a suture kit and went back to make sure Winn wasn't trying to jump out of the window or otherwise escape.

To her surprise, Winn was exactly where she'd left him. On closer inspection, Alex thought he must have been asleep. For the first time all night, Alex really looked at Winn. His face was twisted in a grimace of pain, even in his sleep and he was scary pale. Alex swallowed back the ball of fear that was bubbling in her stomach and shook Winn's leg lightly.

"Winn?" She whispered.

"Hmm?" Winn opened his eyes.

"Just wanted to make sure you hadn't died on me. That would be so much paperwork." Alex smirked.

"Nope. Just trying not to think about the hole in my arm. Finding my happy place." Winn laughed, his breath hitching when the movement aggravated his injury.

"Where exactly is Winn Schott's happy place?" Alex asked, opening the suture kit and finding the needle and suture thread.

"It-it's stupid."

Alex figured it was decidedly not stupid, but felt like she shouldn't push.

Both were quiet for a moment as Alex worked to thread the needle.

"All right, on the count of-"

"Woah, woah, woah! Don't I get morphine or something?" Winn jerked away from the needle.

"I thought it was "just a flesh wound"." Alex mocked.

"Flesh wounds still hurt!" Winn exclaimed, his voice rising an octave.

"Alright, fine." Alex put the needle down onto a sterile pad and went to look for the local anesthetic. "Baby" She muttered under her breath as she walked away.

"I heard that!" Winn called.

Alex smirked. She found the stacker where the various syringes and bottles of medication were kept and, picking out the local anesthetic and something for the pain that Winn would surely be in after the adrenaline wore off, she went back to Winn.

"Happy?" Alex asked, shaking the two little bottles of liquid at Winn.

"Don't I get the pill option?" Winn asked, eyeing the syringes in Alex's other hand.

"Oh, so getting shot is no big deal, but a little needle is too much?"

"There is nothing little about those needles." Winn gulped.

"Pony up, Schott." Alex sat back down on the stool and uncapped one of the syringes, putting the needle into the bottle of  codeine and drawing up the liquid.

"Easy for you to say!"

"Shh! I need to focus." Alex hushed Winn. "Don't tense up, it'll only make it worse."

"You're not the one having a needle waved at them. I don't think you get to say anything about being tense."

"Would you rather go without?"

Winn took a deep breath. "Lesser of two evils." He closed his eyes.

"Now, this is codeine, so you're probably gonna feel weird for a while, but it's better than being in pain."

"Let's get it over with." Winn closed his eyes.

"Alright." Alex took a breath and held Winn's arm steady with one hand and carefully aimed the syringe needle into his arm above the wound.

Winn hissed, his breath hitching, but he didn't open his eyes.

"Good. Now I'm going to do the local anesthetic." Alex said, keeping her voice as even as possible.

Winn didn't open his eyes or move.

Alex capped the used syringe and reached over to put it into the biohazard bucket over the bed Winn was sitting in. Once she was settled back on the stool, she uncapped the other syringe and pushed the needle into the rubbery cap of the anesthetic bottle. She carefully drew up the liquid and pulled the syringe out, taking a steadying breath.

"This'll sting." Alex said, aiming the needle closer to the edges of the wound this time. She slowly moved the syringe around the wound, making sure to numb the entire area. When she was done, Alex realized that Winn hadn't moved or spoken for the past few minutes.

"Winn, breathe." Alex commanded, seeing that his jaw was clenched and his breathing was coming in short, shallow gasps.

Winn, seeming to notice that he'd quit breathing for the first time, inhaled deeply through his nose and coughed.

"Go back to your happy place?" Alex asked.

"Ha, yeah." Winn blushed, which was made even more evident by how pale he was at the moment.

"The meds should kick in in a few minutes and we'll get you patched up."

Winn sat back and closed his eyes and Alex grabbed her phone and started scrolling through her messages.

Alex thought Winn Schott must have been a lightweight, which was honestly so predictable, when he started giggling uncontrollably a few minutes later.

"How're ya feeling, Winn?" Alex smirked.

"I have no idea why I'm laughing." Winn giggled.

"I'd say the meds are working."

"Oh yeah. They're working big time!" He smiled.

"Okay, I'm going to start suturing the wound. I need you to stay very still, Winn. Do you understand."

"Yeah." Winn tried to look serious, but sputtered and started laughing again.

Alex couldn't help but laugh with him for a moment before regaining her composure and picking up the needle again. Steadying her hand, Alex started suturing.

After that, Winn was quiet except for the odd giggle. Eventually, he closed his eyes and Alex thought he might be drifting.

"Just go to you're happy place." Alex muttered.

"I's not real."

"What's not real?" Alex asked, pausing her stitching and looking up at Winn.

Winn's eyes were half lidded and he was oddly droopy when he spoke, definitely a lightweight. Alex made a mental note to have someone add that to his medical file.

"M'happy place." Winn said, his head lolling to the side as he tried to look at Alex.

"Okay?" Alex said, confused. "What exactly is your happy place?"

"Breakfast."

"Winn, breakfast is very much-"

"With m'parents." Winn slurred, cutting Alex off.

"That could be a memory."

"Nope." Winn was quiet for a moment. "Not this one." He giggled again. "You wanna know m'happy place?"

"Sure, Winn."

"It's, a-it's breakfast with m'parents. Before my dad-" Winn's eyes got darker for just a moment. "It was a Friday night. Saturdays were always pancake days. That's my happy place." Winn slurred. "My dad never put the bombs in the bears and my mom never left. We just had a normal Pancake Saturday."

"That's, um, wow. That's a good happy place, Winn." Alex stuttered.

Not really sure what to say after that, Alex went back to silently suturing Winn's arm and Winn was quiet too, not even giggling anymore.

"All done." Alex said, putting a strip of sterile gauze over the sutures and taping it in place.

"'M tired." Winn mumbled.

"I'd say the adrenaline finally kicked it. Get some sleep, Winn." Alex patted Winn's arm.

Winn obediently closed his eyes and within a few minutes his breathing had evened out enough for Alex to see that he was asleep. Dimming the lights, Alex left the medbay to go wait for Kara and the others in central command.

Somewhere around an hour later, Alex heard the elevator and stood as Kara and James stepped out.

"Hey. How'd it go?" Alex greeted.

"After you and Winn ducked out, it was just a matter of getting someone in to dismantle the server that was accessing the robot." James explained.

"Basically, I just had to keep the robot busy while someone found the server." Kara chimed in. "Barely even broke a sweat." she smiled.

"How's Winn?"

"Resting. It wasn't as bad as it looked in the field, flesh wound." Alex led them back to the medbay where they could all see Winn sleeping. "Major lightweight when it comes to meds, though." Alex laughed.

"Figures." Kara and James said in unison.

"I'm sure you're both exhausted. Go get some sleep. I'll stay here tonight and make sure Winn doesn't manage to get himself into anymore trouble." Alex said.

"Are you sure?" Kara asked.

Alex nodded.

"Alright. See you in the morning." Kara hugged Alex and went back to the elevator. James waved goodbye and followed closely behind.

Alex stretched and realized how tired she was as well and, after changing into a set of sweats she kept at the DEO for late nights and the odd coffee disaster and curled up in the bed opposite Winn's.

The next morning, Alex was walking Winn to the elevator. One of the DEO doctor's had seen him and given him the all clear to go home.

"So, exactly how much of last night do you remember?" Alex asked.

"Everything's mostly clear after I got shot, until you gave me the shot of whatever that was-"

"Codine."

"Yeah. After that, things get fuzzy. I didn't do anything stupid, did I?"

"Besides take a bullet for a bullet proof alien? No." Alex rolled her eyes and smirked. She'd decided not to mention what Winn had told her last night, he hadn't meant to tell her. It wasn't as if she hadn't read his file when Winn'd been brought on at the DEO, but reducing someone down to a few words never quite told the full story. He could tell her if and when he was ready to talk about it.

Winn huffed a laugh and adjusted the sling cradling his arm.

"I did find out that you're a major lightweight when it comes to meds, though. You're a giggler." Alex laughed.

"Oh, God." Winn smiled ruefully.

"Oh yeah. You're never living this one down." Alex smiled as they stepped into the elevator.

"Aren't you staying?" Winn asked.

"I refuse to work in sweat pants." Alex gestured to her attire. "Also, I'm dying for a hot meal. Care to join me for breakfast? My treat."

"Sure." Winn smiled and nodded and then grabbed at his shoulder, hissing sharply. "Also maybe more meds?"

"Sure thing." Alex said as the doors closed and the elevator started it's ascent.