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clefairymuke · 3 years ago

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eloquent | four

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 3409

tw: [chapter]: marijuana use, mentions of sex, levi being an asshole but like way worse than usual, i think that’s all?

[fic]: age gap, professor/student pairing, smut, hate sex, angry sex, casual sex, i’ll add more as i go

themes: modern au, college (grad school) au, enemies to lovers, slow burn (smut is immediate but feelings aren’t), professor levi, authority kink, extremely smutty, i should be ashamed, teasing & edging, pining so hard it's embarrassing, dom levi/sub reader

tags: @number-0-iz @propertyoftoru @commanderawkward | reply to be added!!

“What the fuck could that even mean?” Eren asks the ceiling, the driver’s seat laid back a bit and his feet on the wheel. You’ve just finished your overview of your puzzling meeting with Dr. Ackerman. He blows out a cloud of smoke he’s been holding in and looks back at you, shrugging his shoulders, and you see a bit of still-flaming ash drift down to the console from the joint in his left hand. It fizzles out before you can even worry about it. You squint through the smoke-screen that fills his car.

As close as you are to Eren, you’ve always accepted the shotgun hierarchy. Zeke is his brother, so naturally you’d sit in the back. Tonight, however, your broody brunette friend has brought Armin along once again — and much to your surprise, Zeke was exiled to the backseat with you. You put that aside for now. You’d theorize with your roommate about what it could mean later. You look over at him, and he’s just pinching the bridge of his nose in concern. He’ll need a minute to process before he can offer any advice.

“Do you think he’s going for a Fifty Shades type of thing?” Armin pipes up from the passenger seat, his voice gentle and timid. Eren snorts at his joke. You look at your blond acquaintance as he passes the joint to you — his wary movements and bloodshot blue eyes clue you in that he might not have much of a tolerance.

Zeke, after gathering back enough of his composure to raise his head again, is now eyeing you suspiciously. He blows out an overwhelmed sigh. “So. . .” he begins, wincing nervously before he continues, “What do you think about him? Like, is he hot?” Eren bursts into laughter, slapping his hand on the console a few times to rub it in your face a bit before swinging around to face you. You pass the joint.

He reaches out and grabs your face with one hand by your cheeks, pulling you forward until your noses nearly touch. His breath smells like the Mexican food the four of you ate an hour earlier. Your high starts to settle in, and you find yourself a little too nervous to meet his inquisitive eyes; still, with his face so close to yours, you don’t have much of a choice. He places his hand on your shoulder and says solemnly, “Tell me the truth.”

You hear Armin giggle quietly, assuring your paranoid brain that he’s only joking. You reciprocate his seriousness, giving him your most trustworthy nod. He stares you down.

“Do you want to sleep with Dr. Ackerman?”

“No.”

“You’re fucking lying!” He shouts confidently, causing the three men surrounding you to erupt into gossip so searing you’d think it came straight from a hair salon scene in a romantic comedy. You try to bring order in defense of yourself, but it’s impossible for you to overpower the booming voices around you.

After a couple of moments, Zeke dulls the accusing remarks by holding up his hand and turning to face you. “Look, we’ve established that you’re totally lying, so there’s no point in arguing about it,” he tells you, and you shove him in playful annoyance. They’re all ridiculous. “Let’s try a ‘creative exercise,’” Zeke says, using finger quotes to sell his callback to Levi’s mind-fucking experiment. A little chuckle goes through the car. “Close your eyes,” he tells you, and you humor him. You lean back and relax, considering a little nap while your friend finishes his comedy bit.

“You have to swear on Reiner’s dog’s life that you’ll take this seriously,” he tells you, and you think of that chocolate labrador’s eyes. You would die for that dog.

“I swear,” you tell him with a laugh. “Hurry up already.”

“So imagine you’re back in his office this morning. Really visualize it. You’re sitting down, and he’s grabbing your face and talking to you. Do you promise you’re picturing it?”

“Yes, I promise,” you say, and it’s the truth. You can see it all in your head: you’re in the floral chair, Dr. Ackerman is leaning against his desk, his fingers are making your face tingle, and you’re looking right into those steely grey eyes.

“Okay, so instead of being like ‘blah blah blah, bring me pages, you’re dismissed,’ picture Dr. Ackerman saying. . .” he trails off, thinking. Armin jumps in to help. You had almost forgotten he was there.

He makes his voice comically deeper. “I hope you don’t mind if I give you a little more inspiration,” he flirts as Dr. Ackerman. The impression sounds a bit closer to Johnny Bravo than your advisor. You fight a giggle; still, you can picture it.

Eren jumps in to aid in the so-called “exercise.” “And then he leans in all close,” he says, his voice silky like he’s advertising chocolate.

You picture Dr. Ackerman standing over you, his condescending gaze as he holds your chin in place sending a chill down your spine. You imagine him saying Armin’s line, less obnoxious coming out of the professor’s mouth. You see him leaning in, only inches away now, and your skin feels hot.

The brunette continues. “Ooh!” he exclaims as if he has a groundbreaking idea, before sinking back into character. “He runs his thumb over your bottom lip,” he announces.

You try to ignore Zeke’s whispers of “That’s a good one,” and continue the blasphemous play your friends are directing within your head.

“He takes one of your hands, kisses it while looking you in the eyes, and then pulls you up from the chair,” Armin says with a certain degree of wonder in his tone, like he’s watching the play himself.

All you can imagine you’d feel if he kissed your hand is disgust, but your subconscious assumes otherwise. You think of his hand clasping yours, whisking it up to chastely brush his lips against it. You remember the tingle his fingertips imposed on you — what would his lips even feel like? You can only imagine the same feeling amplified. “While looking you in the eyes” was an excellent distinction; you visualize the fire in Dr. Ackerman’s stormy irises as he pulls you flush against him and wraps his hand possessively around the curve of your hip.

You think you need to take a breather. Armin didn’t say a thing about inherently sexy hand placement. Would blaming the weed be believable?

Zeke huffs and speaks up again. “He kisses her hand? I know she’s a girl, Armin, but this isn’t a fairytale.”

You scrunch your brow even though your eyes are closed. You hope he’s looking at you. “No, Armin, you’re literally a genius. You’re in charge of the exercise now,” you assert, before diving back into the visualization.

“Okay, okay,” he starts up, taking a second to draft it out in his head. “So he grabs you by your waist — no, wait! This one is better. He grabs you by your hips, right? You two are totally against each other, nose to nose, and his breath is all minty. Can you see it?”

You nod. “Minty breath,” you affirm, waiting for more directions.

“He’s looking at you all lust-y, and he starts talking to you real low like you’re in bed together,” he paints the scene. As much as his narration sounds like one of your high school girlfriends reporting their virginity loss, it’s working a lot better than intended. You can picture exactly what he’s trying to put across, and it’s psyching you out. He picks back up. “He says, ‘Would it be inappropriate to kiss you?’ and you’re all like, ‘When did you start caring about what’s appropriate?’ and he says, ‘So I have your permission?’ and you say. . ?”

Oh. My. God.

Before you can filter it, the scenario takes place in your head, and you know exactly what you would say.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, jolting up as if you’re waking from a nightmare. “I totally want to sleep with Dr. Ackerman!”

The car explodes into chatter yet again, with you joining in this time for a collective attempt to figure out what the hell is wrong with you. This quickly comes to a halt when the bright white beam of a flashlight shines through the back window, of course.

You all fall silent, looking at each other frantically through the smoke as if that will bring you any resolve. You feel like someone is squeezing all of your internal organs. Armin looks like if he doesn’t close his eyes and breathe deeply, he will absolutely puke all over himself. Zeke is chewing on his lip, the turning gears in his head visible to the naked eye. You aren’t confident those gears are going to get you anywhere. Eren just looks irritated. The beam from the flash light takes your attention as it moves rapidly through the hazy air, before the wielder flicks it off and presumably tucks it away.

You all jump when a firm knock sounds at the driver’s window. “Police,” a deep voice announces. “Mind rolling down the window?”

All eyes fall on Eren, anxiety becoming considerably more present on his face. “I cannot believe I’m about to get a fucking DUI for smoking in a field,” he whispers before reaching for the switch and rolling the window down. The amount of smoke that billows out of the vehicle and straight into the officer’s face might be funny if it weren’t for your impending doom.

“Hey, officer,” Zeke says casually. “Um — what are you up to tonight?”

You peek at the paper notice by the big oak door you’d never stopped to look at before.

OFFICE HOURS

Weekend Hours (by appointment only): 8:00 A.M. - 11:00 A.M.

Walk-in Hours: MWF 12:00 P.M. - 2:30 P.M.

*Excluding all scheduled breaks and holidays on the University calendar.

** Dr. Ackerman will be unavailable 11/3 - 11/10.

The last line is written in curly cursive instead of typed in bold, the ink still a little fresh; Cheryl must be the culprit. You check the date and time on your phone. It’s Wednesday, 1:17 P.M — he’s open for business. You swallow hard.

Your eyes are heavy from the night you spent fighting to sleep in a county jail cell. You refused to call your mother and have her drive hours to pick you up, and calling your beau of 4 dates seemed like it would probably scare him off. It’s a bit too early for Reiner to come bail you out of jail in the middle of the night.

When you realized you were getting charged, the first thing you thought of was Dr. Ackerman — before you could even lament on how you would afford the fine and court fees. Like many other schools, a possession charge is a one-way ticket for academic probation. Judging by the collective bank accounts of the people in the car that night, a hit to your financial aid won’t exactly be appreciated. More than that, though: this means that the dean would be sending an email to your advisor. His recent behavior aside, your past experiences with Dr. Ackerman tell you that if he hears this from someone else, you might not leave your next meeting alive.

The thing is, you can’t put his recent behavior aside. Somehow, even lying on a concrete floor high as hell in literal jail, you couldn’t stop thinking about what he could possibly be trying to initiate — not to mention why the fuck you’re so intrigued by it. The only realistic solution you could fish out of your friends was a lobotomy; Eren was joking, but looking up at this door, it almost sounds mouthwatering.

You suck in a breath and knock three times before stepping back and exhaling it away. You hope he’s in a good mood; then again, not too good — rekindling yesterday’s flame isn’t exactly on your schedule, either. You decide you want him somewhere in the middle. “Come in,” you hear him call from the other side of the door, and your knees nearly buckle at the sound of his voice. Your breathing starts to pick up and the hairs on the back of your neck stand stiff. Perhaps this is a bad idea, but you have no other choice. You grip the handle and turn it gently, bracing for impact as you prepare to face Dr. Ackerman.

The air in his office is comfortably cool, buzzing gently as it blows through the ceiling vent. It hits your nose, and you breathe in a new scent — something like honey and granola, but definitely hibiscus. When your eyes land on the man at the desk, a tiny pink stain on the cuff of his shirt reveals the smell’s origin: a steaming pot and cup of hibiscus tea. He doesn’t look up as he works diligently on his computer, his brow furrowed in frustration. His hair is falling unabashedly in his face while he hunches over the keyboard. You might be a little paranoid, but you think the veins on his forehead look a bit more pronounced; at least a physical expression of anger would prove he has emotions at all. You sit in the big floral armchair, cross your legs, and gather your strength.

“Hey, Dr. Ackerman!” You greet him with as much cheer as you can muster; a little too much, if you’re honest with yourself. You see one of his eyebrows twitch up in the shadow of his face. But he plays your game.

“Hello,” he says curtly, still more than focused on whatever he’s typing away at on his computer. Great. He’s in a foul mood.

“So. . .” you start, clasping your hands on your knee. “What classes are you teaching this semester? Any interesting ones?” You decide to continue with polite conversation. What could go wrong with it?

“I’m clearly busy, so can you just tell me what the fuck you want?”

Oh! He’s capable of making anything absolutely horrific. How could you have forgotten so quickly? You immediately realize that your intended “calm down” period before breaking the news to Dr. Ackerman was about to be cut extremely short, and you have absolutely no time to collect yourself first.

You clear your throat and shift around nervously in your seat. You try to look at him straight on, at first, but your eyes shoot to the floor against your will as soon as you open your mouth to speak. You’re suddenly parched. “Uh,” you start, laughing nervously and shaking your head at the coarse brown carpet. “Sorry, um, this isn’t funny at all. I’m just nervous. I, uh —”

“Spit it out,” he deadpans, and you suddenly feel his eyes burning on you. You fight to keep yours down.

Clearing your throat one more time, you put all of your effort into speaking fluently. Stuttering again is going to mortify you. “I felt like I should be the one to tell you that I will be placed on academic probation, likely effective in the morning.” Despite every fiber of your being screaming at you to stop, you fight to look him in the eyes. Maybe the monster feeds on cowardice. Always better to tread on the side of caution.

His hands are finally off the keyboard, but you can’t see them behind the desk. You imagine his knuckles are white, because his face is far from neutral for the first time since you’ve met him. His eyebrows are cinched tightly together, setting a frame for the charcoal eyes shooting daggers at you. You recognize the flame from before, but it blazes now — infinitely destructive wildfires only a half inch in diameter. Every nerve in your body begs you to just be smaller, and you suddenly understand why the weaker dog lays down. How do you challenge an alpha wolf when you’re just a chihuahua?

“What the fuck did you do?” He asks, his voice unnervingly calm. You shrink into yourself.

“A simple possession charge. For weed. I’m sorry,” you manage to squeak out, hardly an inch tall now. He doesn’t move. Nothing does, except the dying steam curling up from his tea. You can even hear Cheryl’s muted voice squawking into the phone through the door. You wish you could just close your eyes and open them again in your apartment — on the couch with ice cream, if you could be so lucky.

“I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t realize it was this fucking terminal,” he insults you, voice as still as a peaceful lake. Nausea shoots through you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes before they can surface. This is perfect. “Cut the crying.” His glare is unwavering. “I don’t give a shit.” You sniffle sharply, giving one last effort towards drying your eyes. He stands from his chair and turns away from you, pacing toward the window and pulling one hand through his hair — if it wasn’t Dr. Ackerman in front of you, you might say he looks nervous. A second later, he’s facing you again.

“Do you realize how this reflects on me?” He shouts, the sudden noise nearly making you jump out of your seat. How are you supposed to react to that? You’ve never heard his voice venture from his trademark monotone.

Your body reacts before your brain can make a plan. You shoot to your feet, your mouth opening although you have no clue what you’re about to say. “You will not speak to me that way!” You match his volume, although you’re starting to really wish you hadn’t. He laughs at you, and it’s a sound that chills you to the core. He might chuckle softly after insulting you, but this is something else entirely — it’s a full, hearty sound, so completely disjointed from the man you typically meet in this office that it’s almost frightening.

“Come here.” Judging by the acid dripping off of his tongue, you know that this is an order, not a request. As loudly as your instincts are telling you to stay rooted where you are, you still consider it. He wouldn’t hurt you, would he? Not with Cheryl right outside. He doesn’t seem like the type to entertain witnesses. You start forward.

It doesn’t take nearly as long as you hoped it would to cross the room and meet Dr. Ackerman. He’s scarier up close — and you wonder if the heat you feel radiating off of him is from anger. As you study the set of his jaw, you question for the first time: What the fuck is he this angry about? Everyone smokes weed. And how does this reflect on him? Sure, maybe a smidgeon, but he has other students. Your personal faults don’t have any significance on his reputation. Looking in those fiery grey eyes, though, arguing doesn’t seem like the safest possible route.

“Be more fucking careful,” he demands, his voice lower now and yet still retaining every little drop of anger. His face is only six inches from yours, and you think about your realization the night before. In spite of your fear, his breath on your lips is distracting you a bit. He leans in a little closer, and a little voice in the back of your mind thinks he might kiss you. Instead, he says, “If I were you, I’d walk on fucking eggshells. If I don’t so much as like the color of your shirt, you’re out the goddamn door. But then again, if I were you, I’d also be about a hundred IQ points lighter.” How did you read that so completely wrong? He jerks away from you with a huff, tearing off his suit jacket as he goes back to his desk. “Get the fuck out.”

Hot tears fall down your cheeks before you can wrangle them, and you turn on your heel to avoid Dr. Ackerman’s watchful eye. Your breathing becomes quick and labored, your shoulders so shaky you simply hold your breath until you pass the threshold into the lobby and escape the devil once again.

As you walk away, your confusion grows until it’s almost overwhelming.

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note: i hope the idea of levi yelling at you makes everyone else as horny as it does me. anyway, what do y’all think his deal is?

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daebraeksan · 3 years ago

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having a crush on your little sibling’s childhood best friend—ushijima wakatoshi

Genre: College au, Ushijima joins your student organization, Ushijima was childhood best friends with your younger sibling, friends to lovers, little sibling’s childhood best friend to lovers, (slight) age difference (between 1-4 years), confession,

Contents: short slow burn, maybe oblivious, kind of misunderstanding, doesn’t believe confession at first, drinking / alcohol intoxicated/buzzed cuddling, Sibling interaction (over text), protective sibling/friend speech (over text), text conversations, reader feels weird about age difference at first but gets over it bc you’re both adults

wc: 3409

You really don’t mind tabling for your student organization at all. You like meeting new people and you like hanging out with your org-mates. You especially don’t mind when Ushijima Wakatoshi walks by the table and lets you talk his ear off about your org. You act friendly with him—because you like him and think he’s cool—and because he’s your sibling’s childhood best friend. You can look out for him, too, in this new place called university. You’re paranoid too, in a socially anxious way, or maybe in a reasonable way, you can never tell. You don’t think anyone cares enough to consider your relationship. People are from the same hometown all the time. It doesn’t mean they have any kind of relationship.

You tell yourself that no one is going to notice you secretly flirting except for yourself, and especially not Ushijima. Plus, no one can really tell when anyone is flirting. What is flirting and what is being friendly? It’s hard to say. Your “flirting” is just conversation, and a very focused conversation it is—the organization, college, being a first year, living in a dorm. Ushijima seems already sold on the organization before he got to the table. Those are the easiest people to recruit, because the students already recruited themselves. He puts his student email down on the list and makes his way along the rest of the tables.

You enjoy talking to the other students who visit your table, but not as much as you enjoyed Ushijima. You know your enjoyment of the conversation was all on your part, your own treacherous heart beating fast and cortisol flowing through your system, making a simple exchange into a thrilling adrenaline event. To Ushijima, it was nothing more than a conversation with an upperclassman who wants him to join their student org, an upperclassman who wants an underclassman to feel safe and taken care of, who wants to be there for their underclassmen. To you, sparks are flying all on their own, even if they are of your own invention, in your fantastical brain.

You wonder if your sibling is going to text you, “Waka told me he saw you at [organization] table lol.” You wonder if you would make urgent enough news for Ushijima to text your sibling about your meeting. You wonder if you can become friends with Ushima in your own right, separate from your sibling. You wonder if Ushijima can ever look at you as separate from your sibling.

You’ve already had fun at your student org during your time at university. You’re excited for this upcoming year, with all your org friends, and with Ushijima.

Interacting with Ushijima at meetings brings weekly thrills. What should be a calm, low-stakes socialization event is always a rush of butterflies and fireworks. You put him in your group a lot and he doesn’t seem to mind. The one time you put him in someone else’s group, he texted you after the org meeting:

Ushijima: Did you get bored of me??

Ushijima: Sorry for the two question marks

And you’re sold. You’ve been sold. But now you can’t escape even if you wanted to. And you don’t want to. So you keep working closely with him. You give him advice when you can. You encourage him to complain about his professors to you. You never scold him when he texts you from the gym instead of doing homework. Your very normal and allowed friendship feels like an illicit and secret romance. Your brain makes up stuff for the drama. You know this. But you’re addicted to the drama, to the stories in your head. Life is boring without them. And Ushijima is the calmest drama there is. He says what he means and that provides some comfort and safety. But that also means if he doesn’t say he likes you in that way, then he for sure, hundred percent does not like you in that way. Which is sad, but expected. You’re fine with this being all in your head. You don’t ask for much from life. Just a hot boy to talk to to brighten up your day. That’s all. Just crumbs, just morsels.

Everything is fine.

Interacting with Ushijima at org-bonding sessions is an escalated weekly thrill. Bowling, mini golf, trivia night, movie night—your org-mates get bored easily and can’t pick one weekly thing to do. You wonder if team bonding is special to Ushijima, as an athlete. Either way, you’re excited that he tags along and seems to enjoy himself in his own way. You’re jealous of the students in his year—classmates are always going to have a special bond. Having upperclassmen friends is important too, and you try to remind yourself of your value. But at the end of the day, if Ushijima is going on a study date with someone, it’s going to be someone who has class with him.

You’re still excited to spend any time with him you can. Sometimes a little jealousy is exciting. You don’t tell anyone you think that. You don't want to seem crazier than people probably already think.

You spend your time with Ushijima. You take what you can get.

Going on your student organization trip with Ushijima is the biggest thrill of all.

Well, going on the student organization trip with Ushijima, the rest of the club.

Now your mind is wandering and you wish you and he joined ski club or surfing club. You imagine sitting a little too close to Ushijima’s tall muscular frame in a cozy fireplace-warmed room on a ski trip, or finding a spot to lay down towels on the beach, all too aware of the vast expanses of skin on display, but trying not to be a creepy senpai about it.

That’s really it. That’s your main fear. You’re not really comfortable being outright and open and direct with this. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable. But it’s worse to make up stuff in your head and imagine stuff when he has no idea what’s going on.

But he is an especially oblivious one.

You don’t think it’s really up to you to do anything. Lots of your sibling’s friends have partners now and this was always just a secret fantasy for you. You’re fine with it. It’s fun. It’s not like you’re falling in love. He’s a great guy, reliable and dependable, funny when you least expect it. You like hanging out with him. And he and your sibling already get along so that’s great. Right?

You get ahead of yourself a lot. It’s what you do. One second, you’re at step zero and the next, you’re at marriage.

Whoops.

Getting ready for the trip is going to be a lot of work. You still have to present and compete. But it’s also mostly about the travel, and mostly about the fun, and you try to remind yourself of that. You don't have to be an overachiever about this. Delegate some work.

You’re secretly excited to go on a trip with Ushijima.

With Ushijima and the whole org.

But especially with Ushijima.

Traveling with your friends, and Ushijima, was fun in it's own way. The convention went well. But you weren’t only here for the presentation.

The students from the host university invited all the traveling students to their after parties. You weren’t expecting Ushijima to partake. You don’t know why you thought that. Your sibling partied with his friends, so why wouldn’t Ushijima? And also you’ve seen Ushijima at your student-org parties at home. Granted, those were smaller and barely considered “parties.” More like hangouts.

This was a little more crazy.

But maybe you were reading too much into it.

You’re actually really excited to see what pensive Ushijima would be like in a party situation. A party situation far away from home, with tons of new people.

Oh. The new people.

Now you’re like, well now you’re wondering what kinds of new people will be Ushijima’s type.

Ushijima is the type of drunk where it’s really not noticeable. You really have to know him to see the signs. Otherwise, he just seems as quiet and stoic as ever. But it’s the flush in his cheeks and the lingering gazes, and the faraway look in his eyes. Normally he’s quiet and alert, but drunk, he’s quiet and spaced out. And as classic as it is, he’s far touchier drunk than sober. His sober hugs (if he even chooses to give one) are stiff, professional, and quick. His drunk hugs are accompanied by heartfelt (for Ushijima) confessions of friendship and how he really feels about you and what he admires about you.

It’s really cute and you wish he did it more often.

Your favorite thing about drunk Ushijima is how he doesn’t have personal space anymore, and how he says how he wonders why people think it’s nice for people to play with their hair, so you ask him, “do you want me to play with your hair?”, and he says yes.

Your favorite thing about drunk Ushijima at this faraway party at another university where you’ve all traveled for a conference, is him crowding against you, his hand on your shoulder, his lips close to your ear.

“Would you have fun dancing?”

“I think I would.”

“Would you want to dance with me?”

You look at him in alarm. You’ve never seen him show the slightest bit of interest in dancing. If someone makes him, sure. He’s not a bad sport. But you’ve never seen him take an interest in slow bodies pressed together dancing.

“Yeah, sure,” you say and he looks at you expectantly.

He wanted you to lead the way.

You take him to a remote corner, barely considered the dance floor still, and you sway and jaunt and twist and spin.

“You look really good.”

“Thanks, Ushijima.” You don’t believe him at all. Your low self esteem showing. Or at least, you don’t think you look better than you normally do.

“You’re welcome.”

You smile at him and pat him on the shoulder. “You’re too kind.”

“I’m only telling the truth. You always look good.”

You can’t help but giggle. You’re so easily flattered. Especially coming from Ushijima. Even if he is drunk. “You need some water or something?”

“Sure, but later.”

“Sounds good.”

He looks at you expectantly. You wonder what he wants you to say.

“Thanks for your help this year,” he says.

“Happy to,” you reply. “It’s been really fun.”

“I’ve enjoyed my time with you.”

“Me too.”

He pulls you close to him, and you can’t dance anymore, you’re left standing there in his hug.

“Is this okay?”

“Of course,” you said. “You can always have a hug.”

“Thank you.”

You let him curl over you. You pat him on the back. “You really need some water, huh?”

He pulls away and looks at you. “Yes, thanks for looking out for my health, but why do you keep saying that?”

“Did you have too much to drink?”

His mouth twitches. “No.”

“Okay,” you say, placating. “I have to look out for you, you know?”

“I’m not a little kid.”

“No, of course not.”

He stares at the ground. “Is that how you see me?”

“You are younger than me. That’s a fact.”

“Does that bother you?”

“No, why would it?”

He looks troubled. You honestly have no idea what is going wrong. Sometimes alcohol can put people in a mood so you don’t want to worry yourself about nothing. But you want to be there for you if he needs you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

Somehow you don't believe him. Your older sibling instincts wrench through your chest. You want to make him feel better, but if it’s really the alcohol, then there’s nothing you can do. He’ll sleep it off and be fine in the morning. “Do you want to head out?”

He shrugs.

“If you’re not having fun anymore, there’s no point in staying. We can go back to the room.”

He looks hopeful. “You don't want to stay?”

You shrug. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’ll be fine. If you want to stay, you should.”

You shake your head. “I want to spend time with you.”

He doesn’t argue after that. He lets you lead the way back to the room.

The room is dim with only one lamp on. You both starfish on each bed, staring at the white ceiling.

“Sorry I made you come back with me.”

“It’s fine. And plut you didn't make me. I chose to. So you don’t have to apologize.”

Now that you’re lying down, you actually feel really sleepy. You wonder if Ushijima’s roommate wouldn’t care to switch rooms with you. You should go back to your room and change and brush your teeth and all that but … it’s a party … who does all that after a party?

“Do you see me as a little brother?”

You want to say “huh??????” but you don’t want to be insensitive when Ushijima seems to be in such a pensive mood so you try for a less jokey, less judgmental question. “What do you mean?”

He sighs. It breaks your heart to hear him frustrated. “I don't know how to rephrase that question. Do you see me as a baby?”

You turn over to face him. He’s still looking at the ceiling. “No. I’m sorry if it seemed like I wasn’t respecting you as an adult.”

“It’s not that.”

“Okay, I’m glad. It’s something else, then?”

“Can I say something, but I don’t want things to be weird between us?”

“I mean probably? It depends on what you’re going to say. But you know I’m always here for you. So you can say it.”

“I like you.”

Your brain provides you with TV static for a second. You let yourself jump to conclusion for just a second—okay, step one, okay, then bing bam boom, marriage—and then you go into protective mode. And also rational mode.

“Ushijima, that’s not weird to say. We’re friends. At least I hope we are. We’re supposed to like each other. I’ve loved hanging out with you this year and I hope we keep hanging out.”

“No, I’m trying to confess to you. I like you. I have feelings for you.”

Oh, no. The universe is testing you. In a hotel room, alone with the man of your dreams—haha jk unless…?—and you hold back your sigh because you don’t want him to think you’re patrionziing him.

“I appreciate you saying that. But I’m worried that the alcohol is making you confused. Maybe we should go to sleep and talk about this tomorrow?”

He looks really disappointed. Ugh. You really want to make him happy but you’re not going to misconstrue things he said under the influence!

“Okay, we can talk about this tomorrow, but I promise I’m not drunk. I had like one beer.”

You don't want to invalidate his experience and you want to believe him, but lots of drunk people don't think they’re drunk. “You’re only ever physically affectionate when you’re drunk.”

“I don’t want to be physically affectionate with you all the time if it’s inappropriate.”

“It wouldn't be inappropriate if you asked first. I’d say yes if you asked.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“You never asked.”

“Should I start asking from now on?”

“If you want to.”

“Okay. Can we cuddle?”

You burst out laughing. He turns over to you in alarm.

“What?” he said urgently. “What’s so funny?”

“I guess I did say from now on,” you say. “I’m not laughing at you. You know I love you. You’re really important to me.”

“Love me like a friend? Or a little brother?”

“I love you like someone important to me.”

“That doesn’t answer the cuddling question.”

You’ve been on the edge for months, and now you’re already falling off the cliff. You’re way past “fuck it.” “Yes, we can cuddle.”

He gets up and he looks so pleased and excited, that you can’t help but be flattered. This is not going to be good for your ego. You laugh again.

“What?” he asks.

“I’m happy, shut up,” you say.

“I’m happy, too.” He smiled at you. “Are you going to get ready for bed?”

You look at him in surprise. “Oh. Sure.”

You really don't want to wear sweaty party clothes to bed and you weren’t going to be the one to suggest a clothes-off situation. And you weren’t even going to suggest an under the covers situation. But you get to your room and get ready for bed and make your way back to Ushijima’s. Ushijima opens the door in just his basketball shorts and you want to fling yourself into the ocean. He’s so hot, how and why, someone please save you.

But also don’t, because cuddling with Ushijima <3

You’re a little embarrassed at Ushijima’s roommate/your student org-mate finding you and Ushijima like this but also .... whatever ...who cares …

You wonder if Ushijima has more on his mind to talk about but you’re afraid of being barged in on.

Also Ushijima seems content with holding you close and smelling your hair even though you’re sure it smells gross and sweaty.

But you let him be.

He’s letting you be, too, which is.

This is nice.

You don’t know what is happening, but you don’t question it.

Student org trip, babey.

Waking up in the morning is a mix of not quite believing what happened and also a little bit of regret. You’re expecting him to be sheepish and apologetic. And he is a little.

But he also says, “I meant what I said last night. Will you give me an answer when you’re ready?”

That you’re not expecting.

The travel back to your home university is floaty and surreal. Exams are around the corner, but it’s university so when are exams ever not around the corner?

You don't really want to wait too long before you give Ushijima your answer. You want to say yes. You know you want to say yes.

You’re having last minute doubts about...everything. Your whole life.

There’s your sibling to consider.

Is this awkward? Is this wrong?

Are you a cradlerobber?

Both of you are old enough. You’re both adults. Your sibling can get over it. Your sibling should just want both of you to be happy.

Still. You’re not someone who wants to do something without considering other people’s feelings even if it’s not their business. They at least deserve to know.

You: hey open up

[Sibling]: ?????

[Sibling]: wdym

[Sibling]: are you here??

You: no i just need to talk to you

[Sibling]: smh ok what’s up

You: what would you think if me and Ushijima dated

You: hello????

[Sibling]: omg chill pls give me a second holy cow

[Sibling]: uh i guess it’s none of my business

[Sibling]: but don’t be an idiot

[Sibling]: you better not hurt him!!! I’ll fuck you up!!!!

You: okay okay jeez thanks

[Sibling]: i gave him the same speech too, don't worry <3

You: <3 you do care!

[Sibling]: love you

You: love you too

“Hey, Ushijima.”

“Hey.”

You grin at him. You’re nervous but excited. It’s a good nervous. It’s not like you’re afraid he’ll say no.

“I have my answer.”

Ushijima nods at you.

You beam at him. “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

He smiles back, eyes crinkling. He’s so cute. “Yes. But I wanted to ask you.”

“You can ask me on the next one.”

“Deal.”

“By the way, don’t think you’re getting away with this.”

You watch Ushijima lift his gaze from your joined hands to your eyes. You’re so pleased and embarrassed but you hold your playful glare.

“What?” he asks.

“I want to know everything. I want to know when you started liking me and what made you like me and what you thought of me back when you were in middle and high school. And elementary school if you remember that far, honestly.”

“Okay, and you should tell me, too.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t.”

He looks alarmed. “No, you have to! If I’m going to!”

You laugh and pull him into you. You press your face against his chest. “Okay, okay, calm down. We’ll have lots of time to talk about everything.”

You feel him smile against your hair. “I look forward to it.”

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Here we go, another Wednesday. Today I'm sharing a short snippet from Daughter of Fire/Herald of Spirit chapter 6. I like to think that the Dalish have a deep respect for life, spirits, and everything in between. Since Elluin was to be the next Keeper, she was taught respect for life from a young age. As a mage, she was advised to respect the beings from the Fade, for she is just a guest inside there.

And of course Solas is a little "Wait, what? You care about that???" when Elluin talks about it, because he has a shitty and wrong opinion about Thedas and the Dalish in particular. And of course Elluin is there to show him how fucking wrong he is.

"Why do you care?" asked Solas, still looking at her hand. "It was only a spirit, what if you hurt it? It has no hold on your life."

Elluin snorted in amazement, "I hope you're joking because you know how easy it is to corrupt a spirit. What if, because of my stupid instincts, the spirit is now a twisted demon hunting other spirits or mages in the Fade?"

Solas let go of her hand, his grey eyes staring into her green ones. "Again, why do you care?"

"I care because the thought of me hurting an innocent being terrifies me. It does not matter if it's human or spirit. We mages are like guests in the Fade, welcomed into their home by the spirits and demons. Do you think it’s normal to attack the host in their house?"

Solas said nothing, and Elluin continued, stumbling over her words, her voice rising higher and higher. "I'm an idiot. Instead of thinking the situation over, I panicked and thought the wolf was another demon trying to hurt me. Ever since I got that damn thing," she raised her left hand in the air where the worm-like tendrils of the Mark licked at her skin, "i've been attacked by demons every night. In my stupidity, I've hurt an innocent creature and there's nothing I can do to help it. I'll never forgive myself for that." The bitterness of her decision flowed in her words as she spoke, and tears of anger at herself gathered at the corners of her eyes. She looked down at the ground, ashamed.

Never hurt an innocent creature, Da'len, her Keeper used to say many years ago when she was still learning to walk. Be kind to those weaker than you. When surrounded by your enemies, never attack first. Offer them a chance to make amends.

How could she look her Keeper in the eye again after hurting a spirit in the Fade?

A low chuckle came from Solas' direction and she jerked her head up as anger shot through her veins. "You think that's funny?" She glared at him, fire sparking at the tips of her ears.

Solas looked at the sparks flying around her with wide eyes and raised his hands in front of him. "No, no, I apologise. I am not amused by your behaviour. I am merely... surprised. I have never met a person who cares about the fate of a lone spirit."

"Then you haven't met the right people, Solas. You haven't had much luck with people, have you?"

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Hair transplantation is a surgical procedure in which the hair follicles are moved from one part of the body (already have to fill an area) to the area with thin or no hair. Hair transplantation is chiefly used to treat the baldness in male and female.

There are two types of procedures used in the process of hair transplantation namely follicular unit transplantation (FUT) and follicular unit extraction (FUE).

The hair transplant market is expecting an outstanding growth in coming future. Increasing consumption of drugs, steroids are also responsible for hair loss, therefore, has supported the growth of the market. According to International Society for Hair Restoration Surgery (ISHRS) more than 1 million hair transplant procedures performed in 2014 alone which was increased by 64% since 2006. As per the Consumer Reports Health surveys, it has been found that 65% individuals said they found wearing a wig was very or somewhat effective.

In another survey, it was observed that nearly 40% of women and 27% of men consuming over-the-counter products to stop or reverse their hair loss. Whereas 20% of the men have preferred the prescription pills and they have got very effective results.

Neil Sadick, a dermatologist in private practice at Sadick Dermatology in New York City expressed his views to WebMD that prescribed drugs and treatment are the best options for the treatment of hair loss. He also mentioned that Propecia, minoxidil, and hair transplantation can be more effective for the treatment of hair loss than over-the-counter drugs.

Some of the scientists have explained that Propecia if combined with advanced hair transplantation techniques, can stimulate the growth of hairs. Today’s hair transplant is more natural looking due to advance in the technology and medical devices.

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As per Sanket Shah, CEO of Advanced Hair Studio, which is a hair replacement company headquartered in India has told in his interview that, the trend of hair transplant has increased in young or mid age population as, 80% of the clients are between the age group of 20-40 years.

While, few years back, during1980s-90s where 70% of a client was between the age group of 40-60 years. He also explained that increasing stress, changing lifestyle and increasing population has led to the onset of hair loss at a young age. The prevalence of hair loss is continuously increasing and so as its demand.

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Hair transplant market demonstrates a high growth potential which is likely to attract many entrants to the market resulting in intensified competition further with an increase in service extensions, technological innovations. For instance, in April 2017, a company named Bernstein Medical has introduced major upgrade of their hair transplant robot ARTAS 9x, that will enable faster and more precise Robotic FUE procedures.

To gain the competitive edge and to stay abreast in the market; marketers ensure that the information about hair transplant procedures is provided thoroughly to the client only by a well-trained surgeon. For that, the companies organize or participate in the conferences to take about or spread awareness about their product.

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What Lies Beneath

Pairing: Gabriel x reader, some Sam x reader and Dean x reader, some Debriel if you squint

Summary: The reader tries to move on after Gabriel’s death. Is she losing her mind, or is there more going on than there seems?

Written for: @gone-to-fight-the-fairies

Drunk drabble request: Gabriel, yellow, succulent plant

Word Count: 3409

Warnings/Tags: canon divergent, swearing, some sexual situations but no smut

A/N: Admittedly, this started as a drunk drabble, and after I hit about 1k the idea just stuck with me and I finished it sober. I really love what was started and hope I get to play around more with this in the future.

You don’t know why they remind you of him. If there’s any plant Gabriel’s been tied to, it’s lilies, but that’s not what caught your eye when you went looking for something in honor of the archangel.

“Yellow succulents?” Sam’s the only one to say a word as you add them to the arrangement in the middle of the underground garden devoted mostly to spell ingredients. He makes a face as if impressed. “Fitting.”

They are. They’re hardy little suckers that can endure conditions in which most living things would shrivel up and die. Perhaps its that resilience that made you go with them. Perhaps it’s the fact the warm color reminds you of how he was before Asmodeus got his hands on him. The same you saw start to bloom again in the last few days leading up to his sacrifice.

Now, he’s just another spot in an ever growing memorial as you try to keep his, and so many others’, memories alive.

A little morbid, don’t you think? The thought slides across your consciousness, unbidden.

You mentally bat at it, sending it back from where it came as you reassure yourself that there’s nothing wrong with a tribute for someone who saved the lives of everyone living under this roof.

***

It irritates you, the way no one remembers. You remind yourself they didn’t know him, not really, but it eats away at you the more times they pass your display without so much as a glance. You’re not certain anyone’s even noticed there is a memorial, let alone a central spot for him in it.

Ingrates.

The word echoes beneath your breath, drawing Dean’s attention from where he’s clipping a few sprigs of lavender.

“Did you say something?” The dent between his brows suggests he’s heard what you said, and you don’t blame him for the odd look he shoots your way. Who under the age of sixty even uses that word?

“Nobody cares,” you tell him, carefully adjusting some of the stones surrounding the plants. “It’s like none of them remember what it cost to get them here.”

Dean pauses what he’s doing, staring down at the soft purple in his hand. He takes a moment to consider his words. You’re not sure if it’s a call for appreciation or concern, because he’s usually not this thoughtful when it comes to your conversations.

You can practically hear Gabriel’s voice in your ear. Don’t look the gift of an active-brain-cell-using Winchester in the mouth.

You almost smile, until Dean speaks, and an inexplicable absence wells up within you.

“They remember,” your friend assures. “Maybe not every minute of every day, but they know it wasn’t just Sam and I who got them here.”

It helps in that it softens the brunt of your anger, but you're not certain you prefer the sadness that pools in its wake.

***

You miss him. His presence. The way it could fill the room with life in a way that your mind still can’t grasp. It was something you could only understand through your senses, and without him, they lay dull and dormant, as if he was the reason they were ever alive in the first place.

You try to keep a box around it, try to bury it so deep even you don’t know it exists. Except there’s only so much you can pack away before the container swells too much and bursts.

It floods you with an ache that resonates keenly with your loneliness. The sentiment itself isn’t new, but the amount of it is, and you’re beginning to realize the death of your friend is simply the frosting to a cake that has been crumbling for years.

There’s a heady layer of surprise that winds through it, one that makes you wish you had taken Rowena up on her offer to temporarily hollow you out so that you’d feel nothing, at the risk of feeling everything once the spell had worn off.

You let out a small growl, drawing both Sam and Dean’s gazes from across the table.

“Don’t,” you warn, eyes riveted to the book in your hand. “Not a damn word. Got it?”

Dean exchanges a look with his brother and it takes them a moment of silent debate to figure out which one of them, if either, you’re even talking to.

“Uh, sure thing, kid,” Dean finally says, but you don't notice, too busy desperately trying to cram your emotions so far beneath the surface you won’t be able to find them for at least another century.

***

Sam Winchester is many things. A good friend, usually being at the top of that list, which is why you mistake his offer for a movie night alone as nothing more than a helpful distraction. The arm around your shoulder? Simply comfort. He knows how much touch grounds you, how just feeling someone’s body next to yours can drag you back out of the rabbit holes you tumble down.

Except this isn’t one you can just be plucked out of, and the tongue in your ear does not belong to someone who’s just concerned.

At first you melt against him. It’s the first non-friendly contact you’ve had in ages, and a whole new perspective emerges as those large hands of his start taking possession over you.

Something else quickly stirs beneath your body’s natural and wholly starved reaction, causing you to jolt straight up on the couch.

“Oh god,” your eyes are wide, panic blossoming through your system. “Gabriel!”

“Gabriel?” Sam echoes, his eyes narrowing intently on you.

Shit. Definitely not the time to be shouting other people’s names, let alone his.

Sam stares at you, and it’s clear by the silence that follows he’s trying to choose his words carefully. “Y/n, Gabriel’s dead.”

You scrub a hand over your face. Just say something that will make him drop it.

“I loved him,” you blurt out completely to your horror.

Your mouth drops open, and there's a tense moment neither of you know what to say.

Awk-ward.

Your cheeks hit nuclear fusion, embarrassment quickly merging with your anger and spiking to unprecedented levels.

“God damnit, f--” you suck in a breath, cutting yourself off. “That’s not what I meant.”

“It’s ok,” Sam assures, his hand rubbing soothingly along your spine. “I know he meant a lot to you. I just - I guess I didn’t know how much.”

You drop your face into your hands, lips paling in a tight seal against your teeth as you use every ounce of self-restraint not to scream.

“No wonder you’ve been…” He trails off, and you’re too busy fighting against the riptide of fury coursing through you to read between the lines. “If you need time, I can wait.”

“How chivalrous.” It’s a knee-jerk reaction, and you almost don’t recognize the voice that comes out of your mouth, though it’s undeniably yours.

“Excuse me?” From his tone, it might have been kinder -- and less confusing -- if you had simply slapped him or run off.

The night’s still young an oh-so-helpful voice in the back of your head tells you.

“I’m sorry.” You bolt off the couch before you can say or do anything else that will make a complete idiot of yourself.

Back in the solitude of your room, you spend the rest of the night hoping some freak wormhole will open up and swallow you into another dimension.

It doesn’t.

***

It’s been a good hunt. Casualties are at a minimum, and the case itself is challenging enough to leave a thrill in your veins, but not so much that you’re wrecked and ready to sleep for a week.

You hit up the closest place that serves alcohol, which happens to be a dive bar in the center of town. It’s just you and Dean, for once. You’re not certain if Sam’s backed off after your strange encounter, or if Dean’s sensed the tension and tried to intervene by giving you both some space.

The concept is clearly reserved for his brother, however.

He's practically been on top of you this entire time, which is irritating on several levels these days. You wish he'd just grow a pair and tell you what's on his mind. Instead, he insists on hovering, and the longer you’re around him, the more you feel like crawling out of your skin.

You hit your tipping point once you’re someplace past tipsy when you’re attempt to get some air results in him practically escorting you to through the back exit like you were some prisoner. He’s got his hand on your back the entire time, and for some inexplicable reason, you’re suddenly wading through every memory you can, trying to sort out if he’s ever been this handsy with you before.

The answer is not usually, but then again, it’s rarely ever just you and him.

You know what they say. When the cat's away...

You know exactly where that train of thought is headed, and it’s nowhere good.

“Come off it,” you mutter, trying to manually shift the gears of your brain in a different direction.

You feel Dean’s hand stiffen through your jacket. “What?”

Nice one.

You bite back your internal irritation, channeling it toward Dean who’s giving you a nice, long side-eye.

“Whatever’s on your mind, just spit it out.”

You expect him to brush it off, to play the tough guy, maybe scoff before finally admitting he’s worried about you. The reaction itself doesn’t matter, because by the end of it, he’ll have forgotten you said anything strange and you’ll both be back on normal ground.

Except he doesn’t do any of that. The moment you call him out he freezes, reminding you of a cornered animal with the way his entire body goes rigid, as if he's unsure what this situation calls for.

It does not bode well for your theory that sometimes, a Winchester gets emotional on you and things just get weird for a night or two.

You don’t hear what Dean says beyond your name. You don’t need to. It’s all there in the sudden heated, green glow that has your mouth going dry. There’s nothing but the feel of brick at your back, and a silent chorus of not again that’s almost as frantic as your rapidly rising pulse.

By the time his lips even make it near yours, you’re on the verge of having an anxiety attack.

He tastes like whiskey and warmth, a note of loneliness running beneath it all. You can’t get past the contrast of soft and hard within his kiss, the way his hands fist at the sides your shirt, waiting for your permission to proceed any further, and there’s a heady moment where the world begins to ink around the edges in a way that should make you question it.

The moment it returns in a dizzying rush, everything’s changed. Your hands are in his hair, your tongue exploring his with as much ardor as his mouth remains locked with yours.

You pull back so fast you nearly knock yourself out against the wall. “Did you just kiss him back?!”

Dean blinks, stare hazy and so very, very confused. “What?”

Don’t ruin this.

“Oh my god, you did,” you gasp.

Dean’s eyes become startlingly clear as he gives you a long, measured look. “I thought you said that witch didn’t catch you with any hexes?”

“I - she didn’t, but…”

He sighs, hand running across his mouth as if trying to wipe the crazy off before he catches it. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

He steps away, scratching at the back of his head. “Maybe we should just call it a night.”

“Yeah, that,” you eagerly agree, shoving off the wall and practically running back to the Impala.

This is why we can’t have nice things. The snark floats across your mind in wholly unhelpful ways.

“Don't. Even," you hiss without regard to whether or not you’ve actually made it out of earshot.

Dean thankfully takes his time catching up and doesn’t say a word when he climbs into the car beside you. You don’t question the direction he’s driving, just grateful to be moving. You’re too caught up in your inner dialogue, and it isn’t until you’re at the city limits that you realize you’ve been headed in the opposite direction of the motel this entire time.

“Where are we going?”

You glance over, noting the way he refuses to take his eyes off the road.

“Sam's right. Something's wrong with you.”

The indignance that winds through your surprise grabs hold of your mouth before you can stop it.

“So what? Your plan was to try and bone my brains out in hope they went back in the right way?”

You're not like this. Your anger doesn't normally drip with sarcasm and bitterness that sours your tongue. But it is you saying these things, increasingly so over the last several weeks, and it’s a wonder your friends haven’t called you on it before now.

Dean licks his lips, the way he does when he’s not certain about the fight he’s about to pick.

You have a feeling you know what’s coming, and you brace yourself for the inevitable.

“I know about your feelings for him.”

Oh for shit’s sake.

You inhale. Deeply. Because out of all the conclusions he or Sam could come to, it really is this one.

It’s a wonder they haven’t ended the world well before now.

“Gabriel,” he continues, as if there’s any other divine asshole you could have randomly professed your love for.

Noted.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. Hard.

You remind yourself Dean means well. You can see the worry seeping through the hard lines in his features. He only wants to help.

Apparently by sticking his tongue in your mouth.

You turn away from him, fingers pressing into the side of your temple.

Pretty sure that one’s actually on you.

“It’s ok if you did,” he tells you. “I’m not trying to rush you.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Dean.” You manage to soften your tone, keeping it neutral. You’re not actually pissed at him.

Dr. Dean’s miracle cure…

You push even harder into the side of your head, willing the comments to stop.

“Maybe not,” Dean concedes. “But I know you, and something definitely isn’t right.”

… think it can only be taken orally?

You want to laugh, cry, and shriek all at the same time, and you clench your jaw down painfully tight. Maybe, just maybe, if you’re lucky you’ll find a way to break it and remove the possibility of saying anything ever again.

There’s a very large part of you that isn’t impressed with that course of action.

The ride back to Kansas is long, with nothing but the occasional roar of the engine to fill the the car.

You wish it could be as silent inside your head.

***

You can’t keep doing this.

Sam and Dean are worried. Really worried. They’ve taken you off active hunting, relegating you to the bunker. You’re not allowed to wield anything other than a lore book and a spatula, and it’s driving you as insane as they think you are.

You need to tell them, before they resort to locking you in your room, or worse, trying to exorcise you in the dungeon.

That’s a little dramatic, even for them the part of you that’s currently more rational chimes in.

So is putting you on lockdown for talking to yourself.

To be fair, you do sound a feather short of a wand.

You groan, all but ready to commit yourself. You knew that Harry Potter marathon had been a terrible idea, and for the last three days it’s been nonstop puns and references.

Then again, it’s certainly better than that entire month of dad jokes.

“It’s not just being stuck here,” you insist to your empty room, and it’s more than having your closest friends question your mental state. There are things you miss just as much as the actual reason you seem like you’re unravelling, so much so you might really be losing touch with reality.

Quit being a drama queen. That’s my job.

For once, you can’t argue.

You roll off your mattress, moving toward the large bureau across the room. It’s early, at least it is for you, but without much else to do, bed might not be such a bad thing. You open your drawers, searching for one of Sam or Dean’s old T-shirts you’d commandeered, when you feel a prickle of hesitation run down your spine.

Is it really so terrible having me in here?

Your eyes glance up to the mirror in front of you, a little taken aback.

You thought Gabriel would know the answer by now.

Some days the answer is a hell freaking yes, but others, like now, when the alternative makes your chest tighten and your lungs turn to stone, you can see past your need for space and privacy.

“Nah,” you tell him, smiling briefly at your reflection before returning to your task. “You’re not so bad. I just, y’know, miss having time to myself.”

Soon, sweetheart, that familiar timbre rumbles soothingly through the back of your mind. As soon as Ro figures out how to rebuild my vessel, I’ll be out of your hair. Or out from beneath it, as the case may be.

The thought lessens the tangled snarl of frustration stuck somewhere between your chest and stomach, and there’s a mutual sense of relief as your shared tension begins to unwind.

You know, it’s no picnic on my end, either.

“Yeah. Must be a real travesty being alive with someone who doesn’t mind sharing,” you drawl.

Apparently, possession didn’t have to be an all or nothing relationship, but angels and demons often went that route because it was the easiest.

Given how crazy you seem and feel, you can see why

I’m beginning to think the whole look but don’t touch mode isn’t much better he laments.

Is he for real?

Six months. Six angel damned months of nothing, save those two wrecks of a night with Sam and Dean. You had no idea how dependent you’d become on using physical pleasure to let off steam until your extra passenger hopped on board.

Dear God did you just need to put something between your legs. A hand. Fingers. Something battery operated. Sam. Dean. Any one of those. All of the above.

Easy there, ya little hot tamale. Just because I don’t have eyes, doesn’t mean I can’t make imagery out of all the brain cells firing in this noodle of yours.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter, doing your best to clear your mind before you both end up in any more situations that break the awkward scale.

You finally find something to sleep in, and muscle memory has you undoing the front of your pants without even thinking. Before they’ve hit the floor, Gabriel’s faded into the background, giving you privacy to change.

By the time he reemerges, you’ve already buried yourself beneath the sheets, well on your way to falling asleep.

You know, there’s just one thing I’m looking forward to more than being back in my own vessel.

“I’ll bite,” you murmur, sensing there’s a punchline coming. “What’s that?”

Getting to see the look on Thing One and Two’s faces when they find out I got inside you before either of them.

You’re not sure if it’s really that amusing, or if some of Gabriel’s sentiments are trickling into yours, but your laugh is one of the few genuine sounds of mirth to make an appearance since you’ve been placed under house arrest.

“You and me both, feathers,” you snicker, settling further into your pillow.

I also can’t wait to see the look on their faces when I thank you properly.

The thought skitters across your awareness, but you’re no longer awake enough to receive it. You just know that something’s there.

“Hmmm?”

Nothing, sweetheart. Gabriel’s presence fills you completely, wrapping you snugly from head to toe better than any blanket ever could. Get some rest.

It’s hard not to with him there. You’ve never felt so safe and warm, and as you drift away, you almost don’t want to think about what it will be like when it comes time for him to leave.

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Write For Me

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Rey Jackson recently started her internship at Resistance Publishing House and is very much falling in love with the quiet editor who works across the hall, Ben Solo. Struggling to get by with the high NYC cost of living, she takes an extra job on the side writing for an erotic fiction site under the pen name Kira Kenobi and finds herself paired with the most condescending and infuriating editor that she's ever met, Kylo Ren.

Words: 3409, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Kylo Ren, Rose Tico, Jessika Pava, Kaydel Ko Connix, Jannah (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Han Solo, Maz Kanata, Amilyn Holdo

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo, Kylo Ren/Rey

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Office, Coffee Shops, New York City, Food Trucks, Lots of Eating and Drinking, Brief Mentions of FinnPoe, Reverse You've Got Mail Inspired, Canon Age Difference, Fluff, Eventual Fluff, Some angst, HEA Guaranteed, more tags to come

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TSG Miami Scouted Calendar/ January 2019

Photo by Miami photographer Manuel (Manny Gonzaelz), chosen as the cover art of the 2019 Beaux Arts Festival of Art Program

January 6-13: Approximately 170 young artists between the ages of 15 and 18 years will come to Miami to take part in the life-changing experience of National Young Arts Week now in its 38th year. During the weeklong intensive, participants across 10 disciplines take master classes and workshops with internationally renowned leaders in their field such as Mikhail Baryshnikov, Sarah Brightman, Plácido Domingo, Frank Gehry, Jeff Koons, Wynton Marsalis, Rebecca Walker and Carrie Mae Weems, among others. Finalists will share their work with the public through performances, readings, exhibitions and screenings on the YoungArts campus and New World Center. That means we get to go see these national stars in the making! Sooo cool! Check the website for schedule of events that begin on Monday January 7, 2019 at the New World Center, 500 17th Street, Miami Beach.

January 8: Slow Food Miami hosts their first Snail Social of 2019 from 6-8 pm at Books and Books new location in Coconut Grove at 3409 Main Highway. Chef Allen Susser, a leader in Miami’s farm-to-table movement will give us a taste of the café’s menu while we sip on a complimentary glass of organic wine. Get your $15 ticket here

January 12-13: Held each year on the lush grounds of the University of Miami, the 68th Annual Beaux Arts Festival of Art will feature over 220 fine art exhibitors.  The festival also offers live music and family entertainment in the Mainstage tent, a Family Fun Zone and a variety of dining options, making this event ideal not just for art enthusiasts but for families as well.   Festival visitors will also enjoy the 18th Annual Student Artist Showcase, featuring more than 100 pieces from talented Miami-Dade middle and high school students, which judges narrow down from 450 submissions. The showcase will be on display inside the Lowe Art Museum throughout the weekend. See the Beaux Arts Festival of Art program, here with all of the details New this year, Beaux Arts will award a “People’s Choice Award” so be sure to vote for your favorite artist during your visit. The festival is open from 10 am- 5 pm each day and admission is FREE.

January 17: SCOUT IS OUT. Get your copy of The Scout Guide Miami Volume 4 at one of our favorite local businesses who you will find listed HERE on our release date.

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The Age of the Wolf

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Rose is hopping Dimensions desperately searching for the Doctor. After leaving Donna's bubble universe, she finds herself on a crashing gunship during the Time War. The Doctor she finds isn't the one she's searching for, but he is still her Doctor and he needs her. Re-write of the 50th Anniversary Special starting with the minisode: The Night of the Doctor. The Eighth Doctor will be the War Doctor.

Words: 3409, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who (TV Movie 1996)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Eighth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Rose Tyler | Bad Wolf, Cass (Doctor Who: The Night of the Doctor), Ohila (Doctor Who)

Relationships: Eighth Doctor/Rose Tyler

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Europe Bus Market Worth USD6.92 Billion by 2026- TechSci Research

Continuously growing demand for buses due to expanding road infrastructure, increase in middle income commuter group population and escalation in number of electric buses is going to drive the Europe Bus Market through 2026.

According to TechSci Research report, “Europe Bus Market By Length (6-8m, 8-10m, 10-12m & Above 12m), By Seating Capacity (Up to 30, 31-40, 41-50 & Above 50 Seats), By Application (Intercity, Intracity, School / Others), By Fuel Type (Diesel, Petrol / Gasoline, Electric & Hybrid, Fuel Cell and Alternative Fuels), By Body Type (Fully Built Vs. Customizable Body), By Country, Competition Forecast & Opportunities, 2016-2026”, Europe Bus Market is estimated to reach 46.64 thousand units in terms of volume by 2026. Growth in the Europe Bus Market is driven by increase in the usage of buses in service sector and growing middle income commuter group population. Moreover, deployment of electric buses in municipal environment of European countries has considerably increased in the past few years. In European countries, government is very much concerned about environment and is aiding private fleet owners and public transport departments to adopt battery electric vehicles, plug-in hybrid electric vehicles, hybrid electric vehicles, fuel cell electric vehicles and other alternate fuel powered vehicles. As these vehicles are more environment friendly and have less operating and ownership costs, hence most of the charter bus running companies are readily adopting electric vehicles. These factors have played crucial role in driving the Europe Bus Market in the previous years from 2016 to 2019 and the same trend is expected to nurture the market in the forecast period also.

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Europe Bus Market is segmented based on application type, fuel type, length, body type, seating capacity and country. Based on application type, market is segmented into intercity bus, intracity bus and school bus and others. In European countries, daily commuters use public transport to travel intercity, therefore sales for intercity buses are gaining more generous demand as compared to all other sectors. Due to increase in school and college going population, there has been an increased demand for school and college buses in the European region. In terms of seating capacity, classification is done by buses with seating capacity up to 30 seats, 31-40 seats, 41-50 seats, and above 50 seats. On the basis of bus length, the market is classified into bus length of 6-8 meters, 8-10 meters, 10-12 meters and above 12 meters. As majority of commuters travel from intercity buses, for which longer buses are used, the market majorly constitutes buses of more than 12 meters that have seats between 41-50 units as well as above 50 units. Based on fuel type, diesel powered vehicles are still dominating the market, however, due to the initiatives taken by concerned governments of European countries, electric and hybrid vehicles are gaining shares rapidly and similar trend is expected to be witnessed in the forecast period. Based on body type, the market is segmented into customizable and fully built buses. Almost every public transit department develops its own designated designs and hence, custom built buses are more popular in Europe. By country, market is segmented into Germany, France, United Kingdom, Nordic Countries, Italy, Spain, Switzerland, Netherlands and Portugal. The Nordic countries, or the Nordics, are geographical and cultural region in Northern Europe and the North Atlantic. The region includes the sovereign states of Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway, and Sweden, as well as the autonomous countries of the Faroe Islands and Greenland, which are both part of the Kingdom of Denmark.

Mercedes-Benz AG, Iveco Bus, MAN SE, AB Volvo, EvoBus GmbH, etc., are among some of the leading players operating in the Europe Bus Market. Apart from these companies, other bus manufacturers are also increasing their brand awareness, price schemes and elevating product portfolio in the region to increase their customer base. Major companies in the Europe Bus Market are also focusing on increasing their dealer and distributor network and their reach to governments and municipal communities to grab a larger share in the region’s bus market.

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CREDIT UTILIZATION WHAT IT IS AND HOW YOU CAN USE IT TO BOOST YOUR CREDIT SCORE QUICKLY

Many of us have numerous credit cards, but what role do they play in our credit score? They are useful tools in many ways. Credit cards can be used to help us pay for things instead of having to carry cash with us, big purchases, or in emergencies. The key to using credit cards is they must be used responsibly to build your credit. Otherwise, they can hurt your credit score.

The credit limit and the amount of credit that is used on the credit card is called credit utilization. Your credit utilization is worth 30% of your FICO score and up to 192.5 points. It has a massive impact on your credit score.

Credit Utilization – What is it?

Credit utilization is the amount of available credit that is being used. If your credit utilization is low, it is raising your credit score. By only using a small portion of the credit available, it shows that credit is being used responsibly and is seen as a positive indication of responsible credit usage.

The credit utilization rate is calculated using revolving credit. Credit cards are examples of revolving credit. This type of credit does not have an end date, and the amount owed per month fluctuates according to the amount charged. It is not a fixed amount every month. Credit accounts that are not used to calculate utilization are categorized as installment credit. Examples of installment credit are home and car loans. Installment credit has a set end date and a specific amount every month until the obligation is paid in full.

To calculate credit utilization, divide the credit limit of the credit card by the balance on the credit card.

Credit Utilization Examples

Bad Example – Capital One Visa has a $1,000 credit limit, and $900 has been charged on the card. The utilization of this card is 90% and is hurting the credit score.

Good Example – Capital One Visa has a $1,000 credit limit, and $290 has been used on the card. The utilization on this card is 29% and is boosting the score because the usage is below 30%

Best Example – Capital One Visa has a $1,000 credit limit, and $20 has been used on the card. The utilization on this card is 2% and is provide a more significant boost to the credit score.

Credit Utilization and How it Affects a Credit Score

A FICO (Fair Issac Corporation) credit score ranges from 300 to 850. There are 5 parts to a FICO score.

Payment history – 35% of the credit score

Credit utilization – 30% of the credit score

Age of credit – 15% of the credit score

Mix of credit – 10% of the credit score

New credit inquiries – 10% of the credit score

Ways to Improve Credit Utilization

It is vital to do everything possible to increase a low credit score. A low credit score can hurt you and cause credit denial, higher interest rates, higher insurance rates, and not being able to qualify for certain types of employment. A quick way to improve a poor credit score is to lower credit utilization.

Pay Down the Balance on Your Credit Cards

One of the most important steps you can take in improving your credit score is paying down your credit cards. Come up with a plan on how much extra you can pay off every month. Start with the smallest balance card and work your way up to the card with the highest balance. If you stick to this plan, your credit score will improve.

Another option, if your credit is good, is to apply for a personal loan with low-interest rates. You could use the loan to pay off all your high-interest credit cards. This would allow you to pay less money on interest and more money towards the balance. If you do take this option, you must be very disciplined and use all the available credit you now have on the credit cards. This would not help your credit score.

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Getting an increase in the credit limit of a credit card will improve the utilization ratio of that account. As an example, a credit card with a $1,000 credit limit and $900 has 90% utilization, but if the credit card limit is raised to $5,000, the utilization drops to 18%. The drop in the utilization rate will improve the credit score fast.

The only downside is when a credit increase is requested, and it causes a hard pull, also known as an inquiry on the credit report. A hard inquiry can cause your credit score to drop slightly. Only use this strategy if all your accounts are in good standing with no recent late payments. If your accounts are not the credit increase will not be given, and you will have an inquiry on your credit report. The credit card increase request will cause your score to drop, and the situation will be worse than it was.

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Hair Transplant Market trends | Demand | Growth | Regional Forecast

Market Snapshot

The data experts from Market Research Future (MRFR) predict a high-yielding future for the hair transplant market at a value of USD 23,881.9 million by 2023, crossing the valuation of USD 4,128.1 million in 2016. Furthermore, the lucrative market growth will be at the rate of 24% during the forecast period (2017-2023).

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Growth Factors and Challenges

An increasing number of people facing hair loss problems is set to foster the hair transplant market growth over the conjectured time frame. As per the Belgravia Center, almost 60% of men and 40% of women experience hair loss, along with male pattern baldness and female pattern hair loss in their lifetime. The prominent factors leading to hair loss include stress, genetics, illness or medication, water, and climatic condition as well as physiological factors like stress, malnutrition, and aging. Owing to the accelerated hair loss rate, the demand for transplant procedures and associated therapies is bound to increase at a rapid pace in the near future.

Moreover, technological advancements in recent years, especially in the developed regions of Europe and North America is elevating the market position of hair transplant. Also, the introduction of technologically advanced robotic surgical hair transplant system like the ARTAS system is resulting in the safety and efficiency of the procedure. Plus, the augmented use of Neograft Hair Transplantation System, which is a consistently evolving technology for women and men who want to restore their hairline with the use of Follicular Unit Extraction (FUE) method, is slated to be highly instrumental to the industry growth.

In addition, expanding medical tourism in Turkey for hair loss treatment has given a considerable push to the hair transplant market. With at least 300 clinics for hair transplant alone, Istanbul, as well as many other major cities in Turkey, is attracting numerous patients from all around the world, primarily from Europe, Middle East, and the Gulf region. Apart from this, experienced surgeons, advanced technology, and relatively low cost of hair transplant treatment seem to work wonders for the growth of the hair transplant market.

Market Segmentation

The market for hair transplant is segmented into types of surgery, end user, and surgical methods.

The types of surgery in the hair transplant market are eyebrow transplant, frontal hairline lowering or reconstruction and head hair transplant. Among these, the head hair transplant sub-segment has captured the largest market share with 88.3%.

The end-users in the global hair transplant market are hospitals, trichology clinics, and dermatology clinics.

The various surgical methods adopted for hair transplant are follicular unit extraction (FUE) and follicular unit transplantation (FUT). Out of these, the follicular unit transplantation holds the maximum share of the total market, leading with 52.7% in tow.

Regional Outlook

Some of the major regions listed in the MRFR report for global hair transplant market are the Americas, Asia Pacific, Europe, and Rest of the World.

The report states that the Americas governs the global market, having accrued the value of USD 2.249 million in 2016. The region is exhibited to retain its top position in the global hair transplant market with the growing number of hair transplant surgeries like follicular unit extraction (FUE) and follicular unit transplantation (FUT), followed by the high success rate of treatment. As per the American Academy of Dermatology, hereditary hair loss is touted to be the leading cause of hair loss affecting around 80 million people in the United States. Few factors like stressful life, dandruff, consumption of fast food and smoking will result in the growth of hair loss issues, thus elevating the industry position in the region.

In Asia Pacific, the India hair transplant market is presumed to exhibit a substantial growth in the coming years due to factors like smoking, poor nutrition, stressful life and fluctuating climatic conditions responsible for increasing cases of hair loss problems. Stress is considered a prominent reason for hair loss. As per recent surveys conducted by the department of mental health and behavioral sciences, about 51% of the population in India suffers from stress owing to their work as well as other personal problems. Furthermore, the growing disposable income allows patients to avail relatively costly procedures.

The Europe market will be depicting a strong growth pattern in the near future, on account of the introduction of robotic hair transplant coupled with the expanding medical tourism.

Key Players

Ethics hair instruments, MEDICAMAT, Bosley, Restoration Robotics Inc. Company, Bernstein Medical, are few leading competitors in the global hair transplant market.

Industry Update

February 2019 – In the wake of increasing hair loss issues in the United States, a hair transplant technique called long-hair FUE ahs been developed that does not require the patient to shave off their head. Owing to this factor, patients can go about doing their daily activities without telling anyone about their hair transplant.

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