right, so this is odd but I just had the WEIRDEST revelation and went what if I made Michael Yew trans, gave him a massive self-hate arc when he hits puberty and make Jake the best boyfriend ever for just being awesome through it?
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so I did.
and I can't be asked to make a proper story out of my random chunks of writing to put on ao3 so I'm posting it here lol
just... don't question where my brain went with this, it's cool, I'm insane
😎 👍🏻
first bit is a lil angsty and cringe bc I havent edited properly but the rest is basically crack and chaos
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Jake wasn't all that surprised when he found Michael in their tree, staring at the sky miserably. Instead, he sat beside his boyfriend and joined him in watching the clouds. "What's up?"
Michael sighed heavily, muttering something under his breath that Jake didn't catch. He raised an eyebrow at the son of Apollo, and the archer huffed, covering his face with his hands as he spoke.
"Maturing."
Jake paused. "Sorry?"
His boyfriend groaned, rubbing at his eyes and refusing to look at Jake. "I'm maturing."
"Right. And...? Isn't that what everyone does as they get older?"
"No. Well, yes, but like..." He sighed, spitting it out. "My body is maturing and I hate it."
Jake stopped, realisation washing over him. "Oh. So, you're..."
"Menstruating." Michael said through gritted teeth. "And it sucks. It doesn't feel right. Also, hip curvature equally sucks."
He looked at the son of Apollo, faintly befuddled. "Hip curvature?"
Michael groaned, then sat up and pulled his shirt tightly around his waist, and Jake paused as he spotted what the archer had been hiding under loose t-shirts and hoodies.
Oh.
His boyfriend's hips had indeed curved, forming a slim waist and slight hourglass figure that most girls would die for. Michael, however, looked absolutely miserable about it, seemingly under the impression Jake might be put off or horrified by the change, but the son of Hephaestus just looked at his boyfriend and noted how it accentuated his natural beauty. He gently moved to wrap his arms around the other, carefully pulling the archer into his lap, and found his hands fit just perfectly in his boyfriend's curves, meaning he was easily able to hold the smaller boy, and it felt right. Michael had tears in his eyes, and Jake pulled him closer, resting his head on the other's shoulder as the son of Apollo refused to meet his eyes, staring out into the trees stubbornly.
"I think you're beautiful." He hummed, pressing a kiss to the archer's jaw, and Michael blushed, but still avoided eye contact, seemingly embarrassed as he sniffled quietly. Jake smiled and cupped his boyfriend's chin, turning his face to look at him. "Hey. I don't care that your hips are curvy, or that you're on your period, or any of that shit. Actually, I do care, and I think it makes you even more beautiful. This," He slipped his hands under his boyfriend's shirt, tracing his fingers along his boyfriend's sides and outlining his curvy figure. "Is not something to be ashamed of. I love you for who you are, and that will never change, yeah?"
Michael smiled slightly, then sighed, looking at himself in disgust. "I'm a girl."
"No you're not. And if you are, I'll love you just the same. Doesn't matter to me."
Michael snickered slightly at that. "Are you seriously saying you'd turn bisexual just for me?"
Jake smirked, shrugging. "Yup. I'm yours, no matter what."
His boyfriend looked at him for a minute, then grinned, leaning forwards to kiss him. "I don't deserve you."
"Likewise."
"I'm still a boy, though."
He grinned. "Good. Thought so."
Michael snickered, then sighed and looked back down at himself, frowning. "But this still isn't good."
"Why?"
"The bone structure isn't as strong." He said, matter-of-factly, and Jake smirked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"So, it makes you more delicate?"
Michael sighed, rolling his eyes. "Technically, yes."
"Good to know. Guess I'll have to be extra gentle." He grinned, and Michael slapped him lightly, huffing, but there was a smile twitching at the son of Apollo's lips.
"Shut up. I'm not fragile."
"Only to me."
"Shh. I'm fine. See?" He hit himself in the ribs, hard, and Jake paused, grabbing his boyfriend's hands and looking at him, unimpressed.
"Don't hurt yourself."
"I'm fine."
"Please."
Michael looked at him for a moment, then sighed and nodded, leaning his head on Jake's shoulder. Jake smiled, moving his hands back to the other's waist, secretly loving the feel of his boyfriend's curves, not disgusted in the slightest by the change, and instead enjoyed the way the son of Apollo did feel more delicate, in contrast to his normally hard, stony exterior. Michael was unbelievably strong in some ways, but in others he was much more fragile, particularly mentally, and Jake sometimes had to take the initiative, not that he minded, because in times like this, Michael let himself be taken care of, and the son of Hephaestus enjoyed it.
~~
He soon found out that the only downside to reassuring the son of Apollo that he loved the way he looked, was when Michael used that to his advantage, and managed to twist Jake into a complete mess, simply by losing a bet.
Michael had reluctantly informed him earlier in the day that he'd managed to lose a bet with Kayla, and she was making him pay the price at campfire. Therefore, Jake was expecting his boyfriend to be forced into playing his guitar during sing-along, or telling bad jokes onstage, or something else the son of Apollo would greatly dislike.
He did not expect him to walk in wearing his sister's clothes.
Michael was dragged into the amphitheater by a giggling Kayla, the son of Apollo wearing skinny jeans, a crop top, and his camp necklace tied around his bow, with only the bronze pendant Jake had given him on show. Jake felt his brain short-circuit as he looked at the other boy, noting how ridiculously good Michael looked in those clothes, with his slim figure and tanned skin shown off brilliantly. Nyssa whistled quietly next to him, nudging her brother in the ribs.
"Kay mentioned she was giving Mikey a glow up as punishment for losing, but I didn't think she'd be able to get him looking that good. Damn, when did he grow into his height like that?"
Jake just stared, completely and utterly entranced by the other boy. Kayla soon spotted him gaping, and nudged her brother, gesturing to Jake and grinning. Michael turned and spotted him, instantly blushing scarlet when he noticed the son of Hephaestus staring at him, and he smirked, winking at the other boy, which absolutely did not help with Jake's current state of mind. Nyssa snickered and poked him.
"Dude, you're basically drooling over him right now, you know that?"
Jake slowly peeled his eyes off his boyfriend, face bright red in embarrassment as he looked away, instead meeting Nyssa's eyes as his sister smirked at him. "I- shut up." He blushed, and Nyssa grinned.
"Wow. You really are a simp."
"Shut up! I just... didn't expect it. He looks good, though."
His sister smirked, looking back at the son of Apollo. "True. Since when did puberty hit him, my gods."
Jake snickered. "About a month ago. He was really upset, got his period and everything."
Nyssa winced. "Poor guy. Confused?"
"Nah, he knew what was going on. Just embarrassed, mostly. Disgusted by himself, which I wasn't okay with, but I think we've sorted it. He had to go to Ellie for period advice, which he was not happy about either."
"Hm. A late bloomer, clearly."
"Apparently so."
"He's grown into it, though. If he was a girl, he could totally pull that figure off. Damn."
"Yup." Jake was staring again, and he knew it. Michael seemed to be finding it endlessly amusing. Nyssa suddenly poked him again.
"Not gonna lie, I don't think you're the only one checking him out." She hummed, nodding to a boy that had slipped through the crowd to sit next to Michael, eyes trained on the son of Apollo's hips and waist. Jake scowled as he sat down beside Michael, much too close for anyone's comfort, and quite clearly started flirting, trying to touch the son of Apollo and wrap an arm around his waist. Michael, however, was not amused in the slightest, and Jake could see him snapping at the other boy and pushing him away. The camper didn't seem to get the hint and kept pushing, until Michael rolled his eyes and pointed to his necklace, then at Jake, who was glaring the guy down, resisting the urge to punch his face into a wall. Michael seemed quite amused by the angry fire blaring in his boyfriend's eyes, and eventually managed to shove the camper away, but Jake could still see far too many eyes on his boyfriend, and it made him grit his teeth. He'd never been a massively jealous person, but right now he was feeling seriously possessive; the urge to walk over, make out with the archer and hold him tightly, clear to everyone that the son of Apollo was his, becoming very strong in the back of his mind.
He just about managed to avoid that until the end of campfire, and then as everyone was packing up, the other boy just grinned at him and disappeared back to cabin seven, leaving Jake fuming as he returned to cabin nine. Jackass.
~~
"Hey."
Jake was sitting against one of the trees bordering the lake, just relaxing and watching some of the younger campers splash around in the water, until he heard a very familiar voice and looked up.
That was his first mistake.
Michael was stood next to him, grinning and leaning against the tree, wearing a similar outfit to the night before with low rise skinny jeans and a slightly cropped shirt. He was still wearing his bronze pendant, with his bow slung over his shoulder, and the son of Apollo looked absolutely amazing. Jake just stared at him for a moment, then shook his head and quickly looked away, training his eyes on one of the trees on the other side of the lake. Michael snickered, flopping down next to him, and Jake groaned internally. This wasn't going to end well for him. Michael just laughed. "Are you ignoring me?"
"No." Jake replied, continuing to stare at the trees. "Just not looking."
"Why?" He could hear Michael's grin in his voice, and he knew the other boy knew exactly what he was doing to Jake. Asshole.
"Because I can't have a conversation with you if I can't think straight. Literally."
Michael snickered, shuffling up so they were shoulder to shoulder, and Jake sighed heavily as the other boy spoke, smirking. "Do you like it?"
He huffed. "Too much, along with half of camp." He grumbled, and Michael snickered again.
"Jealous?"
"Unbelievably jealous. I was about ready to punch that guy last night."
He snorted. "Wasn't the nicest guy, I'll be honest. Bit touchy."
"Looked it."
"You wanted to kill him, didn't you?"
"Just a bit. Gods, I don't know what the fuck you've done to me, but I completely stopped working last night. You melted my brain into a puddle of sappy thoughts."
Michael laughed at that, but Jake had noticed a new camper, roughly their age, quite clearly checking Michael out with a smirk. He muttered something to his buddy, and then they were both staring at the son of Apollo and oh, Jake felt the possessive urges return. He just about managed to keep a cap on it, but Michael saw right through him and snickered, nudging the son of Hephaestus teasingly. "You alright there, Tool Boy?"
"No." He growled.
"And why's that?"
"Because there's about five other people checking you out here, and it's pissing me off."
"What are you going to do about it?"
He turned and saw the son of Apollo grinning at him innocently, and Jake sighed heavily, knowing the archer had got his way quite easily here, but he couldn't bring himself to care too much.
"Jackass." He muttered as he leant forwards, and Michael laughed as they kissed. It wasn't as long as Jake would have liked, considering there were about ten little kids in view, but it certainly did the job as Jake spotted several shocked or annoyed looks when they pulled away, much to his amusement. Michael snickered, and the son of Hephaestus hummed, gently grabbing the smaller boy and pulling him onto his lap before he could protest. Michael smirked, leaning back to look at him as Jake wound his arms around the archer's waist protectively, and Jake shrugged, smiling.
"Someone feeling a bit possessive?" The son of Apollo teased, grinning, and Jake hummed, watching the guys that had been checking Michael out huff and walk away, rolling their eyes. Good.
"Possibly. You're absolutely fucking beautiful." He murmured, resting his head on the smaller boy's shoulder, and Michael blushed brightly, but smiled.
"Does that mean I should borrow my sister's clothes more often?" He smirked, and Jake huffed.
"If you want me worked up into a complete mess on a daily basis." He grumbled, moving his hands to hold his boyfriend's waist, rubbing his thumbs along the other's sides and tracing his curves. "I'm glad you're embracing this, though."
Michael shrugged, humming and leaning into the son of Hephaestus' touch. "I thought over what you said. And then Carly walked in when I was changing and completely
freaked and made me play dress up with her and Kayla."
Jake snickered. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Hm." He shrugged. "Carly supposedly figured out what my best colour is or some shit. And apparently Kayla had wanted to put me in a bunch of random different outfits for a while now, so she loved it."
Jake smirked. On the one hand, it was hard to imagine Michael willingly playing dress up with his sisters, but on the other hand he knew the son of Apollo would do anything to see his siblings smile, so it wasn't all that surprising. "And what did Carly say your best colour was?"
"Green, apparently."
"Do you even own anything green?"
"Nope. I have no idea how she figured that out, but she made me wear a green shirt and... yeah, I kinda see her point."
Jake raised an eyebrow at that. Michael was never one to ever think he looked good in anything, particularly with his history with his body, but if he thought he looked decent in green... That was interesting. He wondered what magic Carly had done to make the son of Apollo like wearing something.
"Interesting. Is that another thing that's likely to make my brain fry?"
Michael snickered. "Yeah, probably."
"I'm happy you think it looks good on you." He grinned, pressing a kiss to the smaller boy's jaw, and Michael blushed.
"Shut up."
"Nope." He smirked, pressing another kiss to his boyfriend's jawline. "You're beautiful, and perfect, and amazing, and I'm the luckiest person ever because I get to date you and those losers don't."
Michael blushed brightly, his ears tinting red, and Jake grinned, amused by the reaction. Michael rolled his eyes, but kissed him anyway. "You're such a sap."
"You love it."
"Shut up."
~~
Jake frowned as he walked past the Apollo table at breakfast, noting Michael wasn't there, and looked at Lee in confusion. The older son of Apollo grimaced.
"He's back in the cabin. Not feeling well."
That made Jake frown. Michael rarely got sick- and never that badly either- it was a side effect of being the son of the god of sickness, so either Lee was lying, or his boyfriend was embarrassed and hadn't given his brother the true reason for why he was staying inside.
Jake popped in the Apollo cabin after breakfast to check on him, and found Michael curled up in a pile of blankets on his bed, holding his stomach and looking absolutely miserable. Jake walked over and carefully climbed the ladder, sitting next to the archer, and Michael looked at him for a minute, then sighed. "I'm fine, don't worry."
Jake raised an eyebrow. "If you were fine, you'd be outside. What's up?"
Michael huffed. "It's just- ugh." He winced, leaning forward slightly and wrapping his arms tighter around his waist in pain. Jake looked at him in concern.
"What is it? Why are you...?"
His boyfriend groaned quietly, head now on his knees as he rocked back and forth slightly.
"Nothing. Just..." He sighed. "Cramps."
"What, like stomach cramps, or- oh." Understanding dawned on the son of Hephaestus, and Michael groaned again, nodding.
"Yeah, fucking period cramps. Shit."
"Bad?"
"Really bad. I couldn't walk earlier. Lee did a scan and told me there wasn't much he could do, I just have to wait it out. Fuck-" He groaned again, cursing. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Jake winced, then looked around the cabin, searching for something. He hummed when he spotted what he was looking for, climbing down off the bed and walking over to grab a beanbag stuffed parrot. He wasn't sure whose it was, but he knew it was microwaveable, and that's all that mattered. He walked over to the small microwave they kept in the corner of cabin seven, used for reheating things or making hot packs for injuries, and plopped the parrot inside, pressing start. Michael looked at him in confusion.
"What are you doing?"
He shrugged. "Nyssa uses a hot water bottle to combat hers. Figured a parrot might work the same."
Michael raised an eyebrow. "You're microwaving Carly's parrot?"
"Mhm. The bean filled ones are like hot packs, just covered in fluff. Harls has a dragon one that Niss steals every so often."
The microwave beeped, and he pulled the parrot out, now very warm, and walked back over to Michael's bed, climbing up and flopping down next to the son of Apollo, passing him the parrot.
"Try it."
Michael looked at it. "What, I just hold it?" Jake smirked.
"No, you put it where it hurts, dummy."
"Oh. Right."
Michael took the parrot and placed it just below his stomach, curling back up again and humming happily. Jake smiled. "Better?"
"Yeah, actually. Thanks."
"Anytime. I am gonna get you a beanbag animal now, though. I don't want Carly to kill me for stealing hers."
Michael rolled his eyes. "I can get one myself, you know."
Jake smirked. "Where's the fun in that?"
Michael elbowed him and he snickered, then looked up as the door to the Apollo cabin opened and the rest of Michael's siblings walked in, not even noticing Jake and Michael until Sam turned and spotted them, grinning and placing his hands on his hips. "Mason. Are you trying to make a move on my brother?"
Michael rolled his eyes as Jake blushed. "No, dumbass."
"Oh, really?" Carly grinned. Jake smiled.
"I borrowed your parrot for Michael's cramps, hope you don't mind."
She looked at him for a minute, then smirked. "Ah, you're here on boyfriend duties. I see. It's fine, I use it for that anyway."
Michael huffed, and Ellie smiled, walking over and reaching up to ruffle his hair teasingly.
"Feeling better than earlier?"
He sighed. "Ish."
"Are they like, a stomach ache, or more like someone stabbing you?" Austin asked casually, flopping backwards onto his bed, and Lee suddenly grinned, moving to rummage through a cupboard in the back of the cabin.
"Why don't you try it?"
Kayla looked at him. "Sorry?"
"We have a machine that replicates the pain of a period cramp, because I convinced Chiron it could be useful for teaching people about why they are a valid excuse to skip on things."
Jake snorted. "To teach the Ares cabin, you mean?" Lee shrugged and Ellie hummed.
"Not Clarisse. She gets them bad."
Lee suddenly pulled a box out of the cupboard, blowing the dust off and smiling. "There it is. It has different settings, so why don't we get the people that experience them to put up their normal setting for the rest of us to try?"
Carly smirked. "Sure. I'll go first."
Lee explained how it worked; putting a pair of pads just below your stomach under your shirt and turning the knob up a notch at a time to reach the average pain scale. Carly hummed and placed the pads below her stomach, then turned the dial up slightly. She continued for a few notches until she started wincing, then stopped. "Five."
Kayla snatched it next, placing the pads on herself instead and turning up the dial until it hit her average and she winced. "Yeah, five."
Ellie was an eight, and Michael said that apparently he'd reached a break in his cramps, so he'd give it a go. The son of Apollo scrunched his face up as he turned the dial, flitting straight past five and eight, up to ten. There were fifteen notches on the scale, and Ellie stared at him as he grimaced in pain, taking the pads off quickly. “Ten.”
“Ten??”
He winced. “Yeah.”
Austin wandered over, picking it up off Michael’s bunk and walking over to Lee. “Can I try?”
Lee smiled at him, gesturing for his little brother to sit beside him on the bed as he talked him through it. Austin made it to a four, and he winced, looking at Kayla.
“Yeah, I see your point.”
She hummed, nodding, and Ash grabbed the machine next, him and Sam sitting on Sam’s bunk and messing with it for a bit. Ash made it to seven, grimacing, and Sam looked at Jake quickly. “Do you want to go next?”
Michael snickered. “Give it to Jake last in case he blows it up.”
Jake looked at him. “Seriously? I’m not that bad.”
“Jake, I’m surprised you haven’t seriously injured yourself yet with the amount of things you’ve accidentally blown up this month.”
“Harsh.”
Ash snorted, passing the device to Sam. “Just take it while they argue like an old married couple.”
“Hey!”
“Michael, he’s not wrong.” Kayla grinned, and Michael rolled his eyes, flipping his sister off and ignoring Lee’s dirty look at the action. Sam made it to eight, and Will got to six, then it was passed to Jake. He frowned as he turned it on, quickly noticing a problem with the electronics, and the rest of the room snickered as he pulled a screwdriver and a pair of pliers out of his pocket and quickly started fixing the problem, because it would annoy him if he didn’t. Michael grinned, taking advantage of his distraction, and flicked the dial straight up to ten. Jake yelped, doubling over in pain, and a small explosion occurred, blowing up the device. He sighed heavily and sat back up after a moment, glaring daggers at his boyfriend, who smiled back innocently, nodding to the machine.
“I think there’s something else for you to fix now.”
Jake huffed, swatting him on the head. “Jackass.”
“Language!”
“I thought you weren’t allowed to do that for me because you have no responsibility over me?” He smirked, ignoring the rest of Michael’s siblings laughing at the blown up device while Lee raised an eyebrow at the son of Hephaestus. Carly snorted.
“You’ve basically become an extra sibling at this point, you’re in here that often. Plus,” She grinned. “Brother in law counts, doesn’t it?”
Both Michael and Jake immediately blushed scarlet, and Michael waved his hands at his sister, scowling. “Slow down a bit, for fuck’s sake.”
“Language!”
“Fuck off!”
Kayla snickered. “Dibs on first speech at their wedding.”
“Oh yeah, you’re a pervert.” Carly nodded. “Preying on someone younger than you.”
Michael burst into laughter as Jake looked at the daughter of Apollo. “Carly, what the heck? I’m five months older, not fifteen years.”
“You never know.”
He scoffed. “You never know- yes, because I look like I’m thirty, clearly.” Michael was in fits of laughter, and Jake huffed, picking up the device and hopping off his boyfriend’s bunk, walking out the cabin and rolling his eyes at the teasing smirks. “Goodbye, I’m going to fix your machine. Michael, you better eat lunch.”
“Ooh, Mikey, you’ve been called out for starving.”
“Starving?? Bitch, how many meals do you think I’ve missed?”
“Language!”
“OH MY GOD I’M FIFTEEN!”
“AUSTIN’S ELEVEN!”
Jake snickered as he closed the door behind him, listening to the group bicker between themselves. Some things never changed.
Can I get a dom reader x sub Michael, pennywise, and Jason? Thanks lots!
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just some subby drabbles! length: approx 250-350 words apiece. trans!rz!michael bc this is My House. language used: hole/clit, mention of top surgery scars
For all his stoicism, Michael was a capricious creature.
You’ve learned, through much trial and error, to read his moods, but though you can say with confidence you’re the closest person to him alive, he’s still unpredictable by nature. One day he can barely stand to have you away from him, keeping you within arm’s reach at all times. The next, even looking at you seems too much for him, and he’ll disappear without a trace. Sometimes he reminds you of a particularly mercurial (and dangerous) housecat, just as likely to curl up in your lap as he is to sink his teeth into you. God knows if you can tell which will come next.
But for all his volatility, one thing was certain: even Michael was much more cooperative when you were knuckle-deep inside him.
You kiss the tense curve of his spine, your chest pressed to his back as you lazily pump two fingers in and out of his slick hole. Even kneeling while he reclines into you, the size disparity between you is such that the top of your head still fits under his chin, your eyes just barely able to peek over his shoulder to watch his chest heave with every stuttered breath. Your free hand wanders, digging into the thick muscles of his thigh one moment before drifting upwards over his stomach, gently caressing the crescent moon scars under his pecs.
Your fingers slide free with an obscene little squelch, his hole clenching as though trying to hold you inside. Your skin shines in the dim light, thick, sticky fluid glistening faintly. It’s all the lubrication you need for an easy glide as you circle his clit, his hips jerking into your hand as you squeeze and caress the swollen flesh.
“Think you can take another for me, handsome?” You coo, stroking him with slow, steady rolls of your wrists. He breathes in time with your hand, long, rasping breaths that hitch and shudder when you press back the hood of his clit with your thumb. “If you’re good, I’ll let you fuck my face.”
Clawed hands knead the soft meat of your thighs. The clown below you churrs fit to wake the dead as you pant and shiver, the haze of your orgasm gradually fading. You're slick to the knees with come, errant droplets leaking around Penny's cock and dripping down your thighs.
Groaning, you brace your palms on its chest and push yourself up, the change in angle sending a pleasant aftershock through your nerves. The bite mark on your shoulder throbs with the motion, making you hiss. Pennywise watches you smugly as you grab the torn remnants of your button-down and press it to the slowly bleeding wound - the deepest of many, shallower cousins patterning your chest and thighs along with the long scratches of his claws down your back. Absently, you’re thankful you had the foresight to toss away your jacket and skirt before it had pounced on you.
"Ugh." You wrinkle your nose at the distinct smell of sex and sweat that clings to your skin, penetrating even through the smell of the tunnel where it cornered you. "I stink."
"Good," Pennywise giggles, nosing into the sweaty line of your throat. "You smell like me."
He punctuates this with a long, sloppy swipe of his tongue, coating your skin in cool saliva, and laughs at your fondly-exasperated groan.
"Smelling like you is one thing, but I'm not walking home like this," you huff, shifting onto your knees. Even that motion sends another gush of spend down your legs, and when you rise to your feet, its cock slipping out of you, more splatters to the floor.
Casually, you press your heel into its chest when it starts to sit up, pinning him back to the floor. You step forward, standing over his face; his eyes lock on the mess between your thighs, tongue lolling out of cherry-red lips. "Won’t you clean me up, pet?"
Draped over his lap as you are, you can feel every tremble that runs through Jason’s hulking frame; the twitching of his hands where they rest hesitantly on your back, the shiver of tension in his thighs, the twitch of his head and rumble of a moan in his throat when you run your tongue over the healed gash just over his collarbone.
His hands curl into nervous fists, clenching and unclenching in the fabric of your loose robe. Your hands wander - carefully, slowly, but with an almost palpable eagerness, restraining yourself from dipping too low, pushing too far. They slip into the open chest of his flannel, thumbs finding his nipples and pushing down, feeling them pebble under your touch. You don't know how much he can really feel - Jason's all dead nerves and old scars, his skin rough and worn by layer upon layer of injuries - but he shivers all the same, arching into your touch.
“You’re so cute, Jason,” you sigh. Your voice is breathless, soft and sweet with starry-eyed adoration. If Jason could still blush, he’d be practically glowing behind his mask. “Am I making you feel good?”
He nods, eyes hazy, and releases a gusting sigh when you squeeze his pecs appreciatively, relishing the feel of cool flesh and hard muscle beneath your hands. His head falls forward, forehead resting against your hair; the gust of his breath ghosts against the shell of your ear. You shudder in return, hips rocking gently into the bulge you can feel straining against his jeans. “You’ll tell me if you need me to stop, right?”
Jason answers with an affirmative rumble, shifting so he can gently touch his mask to your forehead. You smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to the cool plastic over his lips. “Then is it okay if I go lower?”
Thinking about 'Human AU all angels are siblings' again. Like. Chuck comes home for the first time in years. He uses 'she' pronouns for Castiel and gets corrected to 'he'. Confused, he asks Michael, who just goes 'You seem to be misremembering, father - Castiel has always been a boy' and Chuck just goes 'Huh I really thought he was a girl but I don't know enough about my children to dispute this'.
They do this with every trans kid - Michael always sweats profusely in those moments, but he can't exactly tell his father that he's been faking his signature for years to sign applications for name/gender marker changes (as well as all other official documents anyone needs).
[TW for transphobia. This IS a boyf riends short story but it's very trans vitiligo michael centric.] [hints of pinkberry and richjake.] [ANYTHING WITH -THESE- AROUND IT IS STUFF THAT HE WROTE AND THEN CROSSED OUT.]
January 1st, 2018. 12:28 AM.
Happy birthday to me! Wild, isn't it? Born on the cusp of the new millennium, and now I'm finally toeing the line into adulthood. I've been 18 for twenty eight minutes now, and I've gotta say, I feel like a man already.
My old binder had worn down so Jeremy got me a new one for my birthday, which was the most thoughtful gift he could've given me. My moms gave me an envelope which I at first thought would just had money in it (they usually just pay me on my birthday so I can splurge however I want to) but it had a piece of paper with the date 7/8/18 on it. I was confused as first, but then Mama told me that it was the date of my first appointment regarding top surgery. So yeah, I'm pretty much over the moon.
I also got my new years kiss from Jeremy, and Mom took a picture!!! I was bothered at first but then she sent it to me and told me I could use it as a lockscreen, so I changed my lockscreen right away. I'm obsessed with the picture now. Jeremy looks super cute. I look.. Well, I look like I always do. Flustered and patchy.
And.. slightly girly. I need a haircut.
Anyway! The point is, half an hour into my birthday and I'm feeling super good. Got my three favourite people with me, and the rest of the gang is coming over a midday and taking me out for lunch. Christine let that slip, she can't keep a secret to save her life. She's an actress though, so she helped me how I can act surprised when they pull up at my favourite restaurant and take my blindfold off.
I'll finish this entry after all my friends leave.
-Michael
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"What is this, Caroline? Angelinas diary?"
"No, Thomas, that's Michaels journal."
"Who the hell is Michael?"
...
"Dad?"
"Angelina? What the hell happened to you?"
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January 1st, 2018. 5:39 PM.
Crappy birthday to me.
When my Mom and Dad got divorced, Mom promised me I'd never have to see my Dad again. A year and a half later (I was 13 and just coming to terms with being trans) she married Mama. The two of them began to raise me as Michael Mel, their SON. They bought me a two binders, a bunch of masculine clothes, and took me to get my hair cut almost as soon as I came out to them.
They transferred me to a new school (we'd been discussing moving across the state anyway, this was the push they needed to make the decision) and enrolled me as Michael Mell. That's were I became best friends with Jeremy, who was immediately able to look past my skin disorder and the fact that I didn't completely look like a boy.
Everything was good once Dad was out of the picture.
Like I mentioned earlier, my friends took me out to lunch and they all bought that I was totally surprised. Brooke and Chloe announced to us that they'd officially started dating, which was awesome. Majority of our group can be split off into pairs. Me and Jerebear, Jake and Rich, Brooke and Chloe.. Now we're just waiting on Christine and Jenna to get together.
That's a joke. Mostly. We joke about it a lot and it doesn't phase them, but I'm also beginning to suspect that they do like each other. It'd be cool if they got together. Whatever, I'm getting sidetracked.
Lunch with my best friends and my gorgeous boyfriend was incredible. After that, we spent a couple of hours hanging around this park that's near my house until everyone else had to head home and I decided to do the same. My house is only up the street from the park, so I said my goodbyes and gave everyone a hug. They all had rides home from either Jenna or Jake, so I didn't have to worry about accompanying them home. I went home and the first thing I heard was yelling.
My Dad had come to visit me for my eighteenth, despite my Moms clear message that he wouldn't be able to see me anymore after the divorce. Not after -the incident- what happened when I was twelve.
But there he was, birthnaming me like there was no tomorrow. I suppose he'd never gotten the memo that I'm actually a dude. When I explained my situation to him, he -went ballistic- wasn't happy. -There's a broken vase on the living room floor.-
So now I'm curled up in my bedroom, sitting against the door while Mama sits on the other side. She tried to get me to come out, but I refused. After a while she stopped trying to coax me out. I only know she's still there because I can hear her breathing. Mom is downstairs, arguing with Dad. I can hear them yelling. I don't like it, it feels all too familiar.
So yeah. Crappy birthday.
-I kind of want to die.- I think I'll text Jeremy soon. He always knows what to say to cheer me up.
