The Calm You Down Smut Meme

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The Calm You Down Smut Meme

You're about to go off the rails. No, no "about," actually. You've left that train track fair behind, and you're crazy. Rage fills every inch of you, and there's no doubt you're about to do something dangerous, stupid, or reckless. Or all three. There's only one person who can calm you down: your lover. They have tried everything they know to get those thoughts from your heard. Everything except for this... Now, they're using physical intimacy to remind you what really matters, which is the two of you. Surely, this will bring you back, letting the anger ebb out and you'll be able to think straight again, even if your lover was the actual cause of all this mess. Won't it? Surely you won't direct your wrath towards them, no matter what. Comment with your character, your canon, your preferences, and which side you'd like to play (the calming one or the one who needs calming). Reply to others. Thread!

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[g0ldenb0y]

He could sense her presence as Jemma approached. The other aspect of his biokinesis in this state, it felt like his powers were in overdrive. But he wanted to get away from everyone, seal himself up inside himself. Her identifying as a scientist did make him angered, mostly of fear that she would... experiment upon him. Yet, something about her comforting words made him comforted. His powers were in such overdrive, from sensing her pulse and tone of voice, she was sincere.

He turned to the agent, speaking softly, with a voice low, he had been unable to talk with for some time. "Yes..."

[technicallysmarter]

There was a wash of relief when she got through to him, even just that little bit.

Cautiously, Jemma made her way closer, gloved hands clasped in front of her as she came to stand at his side, offering a soft smile. "I'm glad. Thank you." She knew enough of the situation to know it couldn't be easy for him to do so. "I only want to help you," she went on. "But I'm afraid I don't know enough of what's going on to know what to do for you. Do you think there's anything I can do for you?"

[g0ldenb0y]

The mutant stayed silent again, his mind continuing to buzz with despairing thoughts, further affecting his skin and body like a mood ring. After a while he uttered a single word. "Water." It had been quite some time since he had to drink, and even in his anguish, he needed to meet his thirst.

[technicallysmarter]

"Of course." She glanced around the room, was annoyed to find that while there was water it was on the other side of the space. She'd managed to get so close, and she'd have to move away again to get it. "One moment."

She would, though, and did. Because if there was anything at all she could do, she wanted to try.

She returned quickly, bottle of water with a straw in hand that she held up for him to drink. She wasn't about to remove his restraints yet. Jemma Simmons was not a stupid woman.

[g0ldenb0y]

To the mutant, being left alone by her felt like an eternity. By himself he was clouded once more with the memories and thoughts of horror that had plagued the former X-Man to where he was now.

When Jemma returned, water with straw in hand, he wasted no time in sipping until the refreshing drink was emptied. He let the straw fall from his lips, eyes slowly drifting toward Jemma's own, his face unchanged. "Thank you..." He braced himself, preparing to be flooded with questions, or worst, experimented upon.