#;~ about him slamming his hand against the chair idk loud noise??? he wants to scare the shit out of drew to shut him up

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Discreet ~

Warnings: fem!reader x dom!3racha, smut, mentions of periods, foursome, voyerism, fingering, hairpulling, use of degrading terms, riding, nicknames, dumbification, penetrative sex (be careful), unprotected sex (BE CAREFUL), masturbation, double penetration, anal sex, creampie, cockwarming, the smuttiest of smuts...

Word count: 3.5 k 

Requested: yiiiip thank u 🧃 anoniee~ 

Note: ok i did more like...u know the days before ones period? am i making any sense? idk i just though that it would be such a hassle to write if the reader had their period so... im just leaving it here and... im gonna hide. 

i feel so bad for jisung in this AKSJS

also im in love with this gif akfhsfksjhf

“No, stop nagging y/n” Bangchan said without turning around in his office chair. The studio contained your three loving boyfriends which were great most of the time but when you had to beg them to fuck you they weren’t the nicest.

“I’m not even on my period yet” you said to Bangchan in a cocky manner, sighing while looking at the backs of the two other boys, each one working on a computer with their headphones on. Bangchan fiddled with his phone before showing you his bright screen.

“But soon it is and according to the app you can start of feel higher levels of pain before your period” Bangchan stated with a half smile.

On his screen was the period tracking app you had shared with the boys but you were surprised to know that Bangchan actually checked it. You tried to grab the phone but he stood up hastily, lifting his arm up so the phone was out of your reach.

“Why did I even share that stupid app with you guys” you huffed, giving up on retrieving the phone and sat down on the leather couch behind the desks. He sat down moments after you and smirked at you. 

“So no, we won’t fuck you because we both know how rough things get, especially when Changbin is riled up” he said turning back to the computer screen.

A bunch of memories zapped through your mind. How they manhandled you and took turns to cum inside you, leaving you nothing but a wrecked and cum- leaking mess. Since both Jisung and Changbin had headphones on they hadn’t heard the conversation. Your realisation was genius. It’s just to ask them about it! Sure, Bangchan would be pissed about it since he was clear on a couple of rules, one of them being to not fuck behind each others backs but you were so needy. Your body ignited with just the though of being touched. Being determined you shuffled over to Changbin and lightly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He smiled, moved one side of the headphone off of his ear and turned his head around to face you.

“Everything good, baby?” Changbin asked, looking at you with adoration. 

You smiled back at him and hesitated asking him about the favour but with a slight voice crack you leaned into his ear and said;

“Bangchan is being mean and says that he won’t help me with... w-with my neediness”.

He nodded slightly as his gaze returned to the monitor infront of him, busy with some producing. 

“Babygirl got some wits I see. You thoughts I didn’t hear the conversation you just had with Chan?” he didn’t look at you, clicking and typing away at something. Fuck. How did he hear that?

“But please Binnie~” you wrapped your arms tighter around him and gave him a peck on the cheek but to no avail.

“You don’t know how difficult it is to say no to your pretty face” he finally looked at you and pecked you back on the lips. You laughed slightly at his corny remark and patted him on the shoulder before darting your eyes towards Jisung. He was sitting a bit away from the other boys in a corner, the ice in his americano had melted and diluted the coffee from the warmth in the studio. Changbin put on his headphones again and returned to his work as you sat down on the empty chair next to Jisung and looked at him with puppy eyes.

“What’s up bub?” he rubbed your thigh that was exposed from the fluffy black skirt you were wearing. You rubbed your thighs together, Jisungs hand stuck inbetween them. He laughed quietly to not disturb the other boys. 

“You don’t even need to tell me, I know what you want” he whispered, leaning into you and removing his trapped hand. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him with innocence in your eyes, scooting closer with your chair. 

Your gaze traveled down his body until it landed on the tent between his legs. The warm touch of his hand grazed closer and closer to your heat that was uncomfortably wet, your panties sticking to your cunt from arousal. You cupped him through his pants, his breath hitched due to the friction. The both of you observed the other boys but thankfully they were deep into their work, their eyes glued to each computer screen, the blue light reflecting on their precious faces. Jisung and you turned back around and caught eye contact with each other to which the both of you laughed inaudibly. He leaned towards you, the hot breath from his mouth hitting against your ear.

“Chan will be so mad” he said with a ambivalent tone, not sure if he wants to receive a scolding from Bangchan after he fucks you. You shook your head from side to side, doing everything to convince him.

“Sungie~ I’m all wet for you. I’ll promise to not tell Chan” your eyes twinkled towards the boy that had removed his headphones and placed them on the keyboard of the silver colored computer. 

“Of course you won’t baby, I trust you” Jisung whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingertips began to graze your wet clothed cunt to which you had to muffle a whine by biting the inside of your cheek. Jisung smirked seeing you so sensitive and needy, ready to risk it all for his dick. Pushing the thin fabric to the side, Jisung felt your leaking wetness and exhaled loudly from excitement wanting to just slam you onto the couch and fuck you senseless. You jerked your head towards he couch, asking him to move to which he looked slowly towards Bangchan frame and agreed. 

The two of you stood up carefully and sat down on the black couch that you had been on moments earlier. Jisung sat down first, the weight of the couch shifting as he sat. You followed shortly, straddling him and facing away from the working boys. Jisung had a mischievous smile plastered on his face and your face was burning at the though of getting fucked by Jisung behind Bangchan. Your hands traveled to Jisung’s belt buckle and with the utmost care you unbuckled it. Jisung helped remove his pants and popping his dick over the band of his black boxers. You let out a breathy whine from just the sight of his veiny dick, the tip cherry red and a string of precum coating the slit. You pumped his length a couple of times, earning a hiss from the dark haired boy before your heated sex hovered above his hard dick. Sneakily you snapped your head towards the working boys and was assured when they were intranced in their work, the subtle klicking and typing creating background noise. Jisung held your hips hard enough to leave red marks the day after before he pushed you down onto his dick. Sparks were flying everywhere in your mind, the feeling of being filled to the brim by Jisung’s girth made you choke on a moan. Jisung gave you time to adjust as you bottomed out, lifting your shirt up just so that your bra covered breasts peeked out. Slowly you bucked your hips against his and the brown eyed boy hissed quietly. Grinding on him you felt the knot of nerve endings being stimulated as Jisung circled your clit with his slightly cold thumb that contrasted with your sopping heat. 

The added pleasure stringed out a string of whines from your lips until Jisung’s big hand covered your mouth, he looked at you with trust in his eyes and you smiled against his cold hand. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his length, your nails digging into the skin as the skirt pooled around your hips and shifted everytime you grinded onto Jisung that was now covering his own moans by clearing his throat. For one second he looked at your pink and red flushed face and then drifted his brown orbs behind you, making sure that neither Changbin or Bangchan glanced backwards. You shut your eyes tightly, Jisung’s pretty face disappearing as a rainbow of colors flashed before your eyes. The pace quickened due to Jisung’s hands being placed on your hips after momentarily removing them to stroke a piece of your hair behind your ear. He guided your cunt up and down his dick, the bouncing impacting the couch that let out a tiny creak. Jisung’s grip was hard on your hips as he let out a breathy moan behind his closed eyes. The knot in your stomach tightened, nearing your release as your mind blank. Both your and Jisung’s head was thrown back, eyes shut and everything tensing up. Just as the bundle of nerve endings was about to unravel with Jisung’s girth grazing your g-spot your hair was suddenly yanked from behind, you held onto the boys sturdy shoulders as a loud yelp forced it’s way out your mouth. 

“Dirty fucking slut” a voice growled behind you as the grip on your hair tightened, holding you with full force by your roots. Your and Jisung’s eyes darted open, panic slowly filling them. The big hand belonged to Bangchan that  was upside down in your sight since he pulled your head backwards. He glared at you with anger, brows furrowed as he spat out;

“Computer screens reflect but the two of you are too stupid for that”. 

He let go of your hair as he shoved you towards Jisung that was terrified of the consequences and quickly lifted you off of him. Changbin turned around due to the commotion and ripped away his headphones upon seeing Jisung shoving his dick back into his jeans. Bangchan grabbed your arm harsh enough to hurt you and lifted you up before slamming you against the white wall of the studio. You felt  Changbin’s and Jisung’s eyes burn into you through Bangchans back. Bangchan’s arm was at the side of your head as he looked down on you with disbelief. 

“I was t-trying to help he-her” Jisung stuttered behind Bangchan but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Shut it” he growled, inches away from your face as his gaze was black. 

Bangchan’s fingertips trailed down your torso before they plunged under the skirt and brushed your cunt that was now even wetter than before thanks to riding Jisung moments earlier. The boy tugged on you panties and they eventually fell down, pooling at your feet. Without warning, two fingers dived into your soaked pussy, a loud moan rolling off your tongue as the return of friction felt like heaven. Your legs automatically seperated but were stopped by the elastic of the panties not going further. His digits hammared into you, pain mixed with pleasure as your back was tightly pressed against the frigid wall. 

Changbin lurked behind Bangchan’s shoulder as Jisung was sitting on the couch helplessly, not wanting to anger Chan further. Changbin gave Bangchan a pat on the shoulder, Bangchans eyes still glued onto you, pure rage filling his dark brown orbs. He moved away upon Changbin’s arrival and instead glared at Jisung as he sat down into his office chair, now turned to face the couch. 

Changbin grabbed your warm and slightly clammy hand and led you to the couch, panties awkwardly grazing along the studio floor. You landed with a thud against the leather couch, Jisung stiff as a plank beside you. Fear charged thorugh your body since you knew how rough Changbin could be at times and you desperatly clutched Jisung, wrapping your arms around him. Bangchan tsked as he shifted closer with his chair and put his foot between the tiny gap seperating you from Jisung.

“You’re only watching tonight, isn’t that right Jisung?” he said, tilting his head slightly.

The boy beside you whined and pouted with his bottom lip sticking out. 

“B-but I didn-t even..” he tried to form a sentence but gave up quickly as a shiver ran down his spine from Bangchan’s fierce presence. 

Changbin removed your clothing in an instant as well as his own, clothing pieces sprawled out on the wooden floor. When the two of you were left in nothing but your underwear he attached his plump lips onto yours, coaxing your tongue by playfully licking your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss as he fumbled with the bra clasp for a second before releasing you from your clothed prison. The chilly air hardened your exposed nipples and you felt the stares of the three boys in the room. The kiss deepened as Changbin grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his other hand hooking onto the edge of your panties and dragging them down. You broke the kiss momentarily to lift your hips upwards so that the panties were removed fully from your body, laying in the puddle of other clothes moments later. Both Jisung and Bangchan were palming themselves through their pants, the both of them visibly hard as the tents between their legs grew. Changbin felt up and down on your thigh and spread your legs apart and layed your down on the couch. It felt so wrong yet so right to be all spread out for them in the studio, their hungry gazes observing your wet sex. 

Changbin removed his boxers in a swift motion and his dick sprang, the red tip hitting his abdomen as his girth made your mouth water. You sat up and looked him mischievously into his eyes before opening your mouth without command. He scoffed at your boldness before grabbing your head by the roots in exactly the same place Bangchan did earlier which stinged with pleasure. Your head was harshly pulled down his length, giving you no opportunity to breath before he started to facefuck you. You grabbed his other hand as tears formed in the corner of your eyes due to his tip hitting the back of your throat making you choke. Changbin liked seeing you like this. Drool and tears running down your red flushed face. You peeked over to Bangchan that had already started stroking himself upon what he saw. You couldn’t help but to stare. The way his veins cascaded down his immense length, how his tip disappeared and reappered through his hand as he was bucking against it. You also managed to take a glance at Jisung whose ears were red, his pants straining his growing erection as he was unable to do anything about it. Changbin noticed you looking around.

“What’s the matter slut? You want us all three?” he cooed at you to which you responded with a slight nod of the head as you hollowed your cheeks, your jawline starting to hurt a bit. Changbin let go of your hair and instead grabbed your face as you pulled back, catching air and coughing with drool on your chin and chest. He leaned down to kiss you once, his tongue feeling soft as his lips hit your swollen ones. A string of spit seperated the two of you when he broke the kiss and slowly pressed up against you, your back hitting the couch. Your legs seperated automatically, already knowing what’s to come before he alined himself with your wet leaky hole. He hissed as he entered your tight pussy, your back arching slightly against the sofa. Jisung shifted uncomfortably in his seat, desperatly trying to get some friction by rubbing against his pants. Changbins pace gained quickly making the couch squeak like it did when you rode Jisung. Your clit was sore from earlier which you only noticed after Changbin placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circular motions, rubbing you raw. Pretty lewd sounds spilled from your lips and filled the studio as your eyes were shut tight from Changbin’s girth fitting perfectly into your pussy, like two puzzle pieces. 

“Look at your little cumslut, taking my dick so good” he cooed arrogantly, trying to make himself heard over your moans.

“P-please Changbin..let me c-cum” you pleaded, a blush creeping onto your face from your bold statement. 

He smirked towards you before looking at Bangchan whose strokes were getting sloppier and turned his head quickly in your direction, a signal to come and join. Before getting out of the chair he gave Jisung a glare and a mocking smile, showing him his place. 

Changbin lifted you up slightly making you half sit as he pounded into you, one knee bent on the couch and his foot on the floor giving him good aim and strength to wreck your sore pussy even more. You were practically crying, feeling sensations a thousand times more which made you go crazy as his girth dragged along your velety walls. You looked up at Bangchan that was standing at the side of the couch with his hard dick facing you. He dragged his open hand against your hot cheek and past your ear before placing his tip on your quivering lip that were working hard to hold back moans. His precum coated your rose-like lips, glistening in the light as you opened your mouth and took his length. Bangchan rolled his head back and placed held your face by the cheek. He looked back at Jisung to make sure that he was suffering and right so, the poor brown haired boy was pratically sliding of the couch as he fiddled with his legs and tried to avoid Bangchan’s lust filled eyes. 

You could feel every vein on Bangchan’s girth as he twitched in your mouth while you coated his dick in your saliva. Licking fat stripes against his shaft you narrowed your tongue once you got to the tip before flicking your tongue upwards, earning a hiss from the buff boy. Changbin’s thrusts were getting sloppier and his movements made your breasts jump up as well as your head accidently choking on Bangchan’s dick. The moans that were muffled by his dick sent vibrations through his body which made him even harder, it that’s even possible. Suddenly he laced his pretty, veiny hands in your thick locks and pulled you off his length before lifting you up by your hair and pushing you against Changbin. You straddled Changbin, slowly sinking onto his girth yet again, filling the momentary emptyness that made you whine. Bangchan was standing behind you and traced his hand across your back before his dick poked you in the butt and he slided into the hole that wasn’t filled. Your mind felt like static as you were filled up at both ends. Your head layed on Changbin’s shoulder as his hands were guiding your cunt against his dick. Everytime he moved you backwards Bangchan’s dick entered deeper into you, your moans becoming higher in pitch every minute. The knot in your stomach tightened, feeling a build up of tension in your core as your abused clit grinded onto Changbin. Your hands latched on the back of Changbins arms, nails digging into his skin as Bangchan’s pace quickened. His arms snaked around your neck and choked you, the lightheadedness of it making you swoon. The grip creeped up to your face as he harshly held your face and made you look at Jisung. You felt humiliated but that’s exactly what Bangchan wanted you to feel. Your loose gaze landed on Jisung’s soft eyes as your cheeks were burning and drool hanged from your chin. 

“Isn’t our y/n so pretty with her fucked out face” he growled at Jisung, his voice and his pace making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

Changbin moaned loudly once before releasing his hot liquid into your dripping pussy. His cum coated your walls and trinkled down to eventually leak out of you, Changbin’s dick still inside of you as he looked up against the ceiling and panted. Changbin’s girth twitched inside of you, chasing your high by grinding against him and overstimulating his delicate tip. Your broken moans echoed in the room accompanied with the sound of skin slapping and Bangchan hissing. Like a bunch of fireworks, your core ignited with Bangchan’s last thrust as he came inside of you and smirked with a devilish grin on his face. You flopped against Changbin’s chest as your orgasm crashed upon you like an ocean wave, leaving you stunned with your mouth hanging open and your legs shaking, feeling unstable and uncontrollable. Bangchan pulled out and Changbin lifted you off onto the couch. You could only breathe heavily as your head spun. Bangchan got closer to you and spread your legs apart which made you shudder, scared that they would start round 2. The three boys stared at your leaking holes, the white liquid mixing together with your own juices. Changbin and Bangchan turned to Jisung at the same time and his flustered gaze moved violently around the room. Bangchan approached the poor horny boy and bent down as he was sitting. His raspy voice formed goosebumps on Jisung’s soft skin.

“Clean up the mess however you like.” 

[katsumiiii]

Drunk In Love

roronoa zoro x fem! poc reader

genre: fluff

warnings: consumption of alcohol

description: the strawhat crew stops on a nearby island for supplies. zoro takes a trip to the local pub only to have some interesting company join him.

It’s safe to say that Roronoa Zoro was lost. While this was not a rather surprising statement, it does get tiring to hear that the swordsman hasn’t picked up on his sense of direction since entering the New World. Again and again, every twist and turn looked similar to him, causing him to wander further and further from his desired destination. That destination of course being a pub.

The male couldn’t go too long without having at least a sip of alcohol, his mouth craving the flavor after a good while. He cursed as he traveled down another unfamiliar path, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he dragged his feet along the dirt ground.

Maybe he should’ve listened when Nami said to take someone with him. Nevermind, he would have had to take that curly browed idiot with him, and he’d rather not argue the whole way to the pub.

Zoro scanned his surrounds once more, seems as though those twists and turns led him back into the town, where the pub was apparently located. He let out a sigh of relief, tired of wondering around the dense forests, especially since all of the trees were so similar looking.

He trotted along, dirt kicking out in front of him as a result. Many different sounds flooded his ears, whether it were children whining for the cherry tarts that were on sale to the left of him — they were supposedly the best in town — or the slight ringing of laughter coming from the restaurants to his right, he reckoned that’s where Luffy was trying to go, the smell of meat too tempting for him to ignore.

About half way through the town square, Zoro encountered the very place he’d been searching for. With a snarky grin on his face he hurriedly pushed open the doors, the smell of booze greeting him ever so kindly. Walking a few feet up from the entrance way, he plopped on to a tall wooden stool, slamming his hands on the oak countertop in order to catch the bartenders attention.

“Lemme get a beer.” He bluntly demanded, obsidian irises staring boringly into the man behind the counters backside, watching as he turned around with a tight lipped smile on his face.

“Sure, coming right up!” The chubby male worked swiftly, and right as Zoro gave a long loud yawn a pint of beer was slammed on to the table, causing him to smile excitedly.

“Thanks.”

“No problem sir! Tell me if you need anything else!” He stated as he hurried off to handle another customer.

Zoro raised the mug to his chapped lips, taking large gulps as he drank the liquid. It left a satisfying burn as it traveled down the pathway of his throat, soon settling in his stomach along with whatever else was down there. He let out a sigh of relief and a belch, which caused quite a few heads to turn towards the noise.

“Oh shit, that’s Roronoa Zoro!”

“What’s he doing here alone?”

“If he’s here then that means Strawhat is most likely near by.”

The whispers grew louder as men and woman alike began to worriedly question the young males motives, discreetly scooting further and further away from him. Zoro huffed closing his only good eye, all he wanted was a peaceful drink at the bar, was that too much to ask for? Guess that’s what he gets for being a pirate.

“You looking for company?” A voice asked, the groan of wood rubbing against wood following soon after, causing Zoro to assume that they pulled out the chair beside him. He grunted, eye still not opening as his left hand gripped the handle of his mug.

“No, go away.” He replied, taking another gulp of his liquor.

“Aww don’t be like that, I promise I’m an interesting gal.”

Zoro opened his eye in annoyance, gaze traveling to your figure. “I said go away you damned wom-” he cut off suddenly, voice caught in the back of his throat as he stared at the sight in front of him.

You were beautiful, your hair was braided into a style he’d never quite seen before, but it was unique and eye catching. Your browned skin all but glowed as there was a window right behind your figure, the sun illuminating your very being. Your nails were thumping against the dull oak countertop in front of you as you softly bit your plump lip, your pearly whites slightly poking out. “You alright there mister?”

His body jolted causing a cough to rile up from the sudden movement. “Oh my god are you okay?” You asked again, this time worriedly. Your voice was damn near angelic, the sound of it bringing heat to his cheeks as he slammed his fist on to his chest to stop his wheezing.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.”

“You sure? Had a bit of a cough there.” Your eyes seemed like they were staring into his very soul as you laid a hand on his chiseled backside, rubbing light circles upon it.

“I’m fine! I can handle a little cough.” He roughly shook your hand off of his back, face becoming more crimson by the minute.

“Hm, I can see that big guy.” You chuckled, gesturing the bartender over. “Hi, may I have some booze please? I’ve been craving some for the longest!”

The male nodded, cheeks turning pink at the slight groan you let out. “Y-yes ma’am, I’ll get right to it!”

“Thank you love!”

“Oi!” Zoro quickly called out, watching as the bar man rolled his eyes before sending him a full smile and a slight nod. “I need more booze.”

“Coming right away sir.” The man grumbled, reaching upwards to retrieve two mugs.

“You seemed to have irritated the man a bit.” You quipped, letting out a small thank you as the very man you mentioned handed you your drink.

“Not my fault he hates his job.” Zoro replied back, muttering out a thank you as well as his drink was set in front of him.

“I don’t think it’s the job he hates.” You smirked, licking your lips of the residue booze.

“Yeah whatever.”

Silence overtook the both of you as you indulged in your liquor, you yourself starting to feel a slight buzz around your fifth mug. “You still drinking?” You questioned, glancing over at the green haired male beside you.

He shot you a quick look, cheeks red from what you assumed was caused from his alcohol intake. “Yeah, surprised you can keep up with me, you damned woman.”

You scoffed, leaning closer to his flushed face, the red of his cheeks increasing with the closing distance. “Oh please, I could out drink your ass in an instant.” You announced cockily, nose scrunching at the smell of alcohol coming from his breath.

He cackled at the sentence, body shaking from complete and utter shock at what he believed to be an incorrect statement, though he guessed he’d have to find out. “Oh really? Is that a challenge?”

“You bet it is moss head.”

“Oh it’s on.”

Drink after drink, you two continued to down as many mugs as you could, the burn intensifying with each gulp. You took a sharp breath as you hastily drank another one, hearing cheers from the spectators, bets circulating on which person would win the battle. After about 56 mugs, Zoro lightly tapped chipped oak countertop, causing you to whoop in victory, screams erupting from the onlookers.

“Ha! Told you I would win!”

Zoro giggled, pushing his body from the wooden stool. “Damn, never thought I’d see the day.”

“I’m surprised my damn self, you can drink your ass off.” You smiled, flipping your intricately braided hair off of your shoulder.

“Well, it was nice drinking with ya.” The male declared as he trotted out of the bar, sending a small wave your way.

“Wait! You can’t just leave!” You rushed after him, hands clammy and mouth dry as you forced your legs to work properly enough to be able to run after the male. Though Zoro did hear your outburst, he decided to continue walking, once again kicking up dust as he wandered about. Your footsteps grew heavier, the affects of the alcohol you drank just now washing over you. You began to walk sluggishly, soon tripping, sending your body tumbling into Zoro’s.

“H-hey! What the hell?!” He firmly grabbed your plush waist, unintentionally pulling you flush against his toned body.

His cheeks heated up once again as his eyes settled along your face, your eyes glazed over, bottom lip slightly red, most likely irritated from the amount of times your teeth have harshly dug into them. “You...you alright?” His fingers traced pathways along your skin, trailing lines and circles as you both continued to stare at one another.

Soon you leaned forward, capturing your lips with his, the taste of alcohol dancing along your tongues. Heat trailed throughout your body, hands settling on top of his as you continued to embrace one another. The kiss was hot and messy, teeth clashing more than once, though neither of you minded, you simply continued to take in every single bit of each other.

You eventually pulled apart, both of you heaving from the intensity of it all. You both stared at each other’s slightly dulled irises, gazing upon the possibilities of this new relationship, or whatever you’d like to call it.

“Y/N”

“Mhm?” Zoro cocked his head sideways, rubble rubbing against the back of his scalp from the movement.

“My name, it’s Y/N.” You repeated, ruffling the males hair to shake off the excess debris.

Zoro hummed in response, cheeks flushing for what seemed to be the thousandth time today. “My names Zoro.”

notes: idk wtf is going awn in this fic lmfao 💀

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[sydnee-kom-spacekru]

Cosmically Connected (Spencer Reid x Reader Fluff)

Disclaimer: The first part of this one-shot is a rewrite of @reidsnose one shot, Cosmically Connected. This is in no way meant to steal credit from them, or steal their work. This is merely a rewrite and extension. I have permission to rewrite this.

Summary: Reid doesn't believe in soul mates, and you convince him. After, you go and watch movies and he reads to you, and things are said.

Warnings: FLUFF, slight language, makes me want to scream just starting to write it, etc. Nothing bad.

A/n: Idk if Reid has watched Harry Potter. So let's just say he hasn't. This is set in season 5. F/c stands for favorite color.

Requested: No. Well, by me but that's it.

The BAU was had an unusually slow day. Paperwork and jokes were all that went on.

It was just you, Garcia, and Reid left. Even though it was only six in the evening.

You were coming back from the restroom when you heard a loud bang! You panicked, and rushed to the cubicles, getting ready to pull out your gun.

After you realized that nothing was wrong, you noticed that Garcia was the source of the loud noise. She had slammed her hands down on Reid's desk.

You sighed out of relief, "What the hell?" It was part relief, part anger at them for causing you such grief.

Garcia stood straight up, pointing at Reid, who looked amused. "Him." Was all she said.

"Uhm," You breathed out a laugh. "You'll have to fill me in." You were smiling, you adored the people in front of you.

"He, he doesn't believe in soulmates, Y/n. Soulmates! What kind of person..." She trailed off, sitting down in your chair.

Spencer just shrugged, smiling. "I am a man of science, Garcia! And science says no."

You hummed, and he turned towards you, "What's that supposed to mean?" His voice got higher as he went on.

"Because," you said, leaning against his desk. ""Science Man", science says "yes"."

"Oh! Y/n told me about this last Tuesday!" She turned towards you. "You remember, I said you sounded just like boy genius over here." She giggled and waved you on.

You nodded and stood up, stealing Reid's glasses, putting them on. Reid just smiled at you, laughing making you snort.

"Now tell me!" He said impatiently.

"I am, calm down!" You cleared your throat. "So, you know when the big bang or whatever caused the creation of the universe, there were all sorts of molecules and space dust that was together at one point, broke apart. I'm accurate so far, yes Mr. Science Man?" You smirked.

"It's Doctor. And, yes?" He glanced to the sides.

You snickered, then continued. "The whole universe is made of such particles?"

"You're correct."

"And humans are made of previously mentioned space dust?"

"Yeah, that's right." He said cautiously.

"So two people could be made of the sae space dust that was once whole?" He sputtered, you smiled. You knew you had him.

"Y-yeah, I guess that could happen."

"In such a case, these two space dust beings are cosmically connected. They are bound together from the beginning by the beginning." You watched as he slowly became more impressed. "These two souls are connected. In other words;" You paused, wiggling your fingers and underlining the imaginary word, "soulmates!"

You sat back, satisfied with the effect that the words had on him. You knew his brain was racing, you could tell. You watched him as he worked this in his brain. You loved to just watch him think, to exist, every little thing he did brought a blush to your face. Never in your life had you met a person quite like Doctor Spencer Reid. It was quite embarrassing, actually. To have such a ginormous crush on one of your co-workers.

But, you shook off your euphoria, you were convinced he didn't feel the same way. As long as you could be his friend, you were content enough, for now.

He kept opening and closing his mouth, trying to think of something to say. He felt as if you had electrocuted him, but in a good way. A refreshing way. "I-, I can't believe it, Y/n."

"Ha! You did it, Y/n! You proved our very own resident genius wrong!" She smiled an award winning smile, flashing all of her teeth at you.

"So," You grinned at him. "Wha'd'ya say, Brainiac? Convinced yet?"

"Well, Y/n, science is science. Soulmates are true." He cracked a goofy smile.

But what you didn't know is that it wasn't your lecture that convinced him. It was the fact that he believed that he had found his soulmate, right then and there. It was you.

Spencer realized as you were telling him, the way you looked at him, with complete adoration, he thought he was going to melt. He felt his heart rate speed up as he thought about the last couple of weeks, how you were there for him when he needed someone most. How he loved to be around you, how he longed to be. How he felt warm inside when you were around, how he loved every little thing about you. He was then hit with a sudden realization. He loved you.

"Yes!" You practically screamed, snapping him out of his thoughts. He realized that it had only been two seconds, two seconds of him thinking of everything about you.

You jumped off of his desk, and hugged Garcia, who had stood up. You pulled back, now you were both chanting "Science says soulmates! Science says soulmates!" You sat down, and Garcia pushed you in your chair around the office.

Garcia pushed you down the hallway, the sound of you guys' laughter fading off.

Morgan came into the office, slapping Reid on the back, laughing. "When are you going to tell her?"

"I don't know, probably never. Maybe not even then." Reid shrugged. Then, desperate to change the subject, he quickly said, "By the way, what are you doing here, Morgan?"

"No no no, Man! Don't change the subject. Why not?"

Reid turned red, "She isn't into me like that, Morgan. You've seen the guys she's gone out with." He scoffed.

Morgan sat down, getting serious. "Come on, Reid. You're a profiler, you have to know she's into you." Spencer just shrugged, but enjoyed the idea of you liking him back.

Morgan just hung his head, laughing. He stood up. "I can't wait to tell you I told you so."

"Then you'll be waiting for a long time."

"Ah! But not forever, Pretty Boy. Not forever!" He laughed as he walked out.

Reid laughed, but a small smile tugged at his lips at the idea of a relationship with you.

--

"Damn it." You sighed in resignation at your phone. You were getting ready to leave, to head to a friends house. Have a Harry Potter Marathon, watch all of them consecutively. You baked 200 cookies, literally.

And they just cancelled on you. You spun in your chair, you were disappointed to say the least. You've had this planned for a month.

Reid walked up behind you, peering over your shoulder. "What's the matter?"

You sighed, leaning your head back and looking at him. "It's nothing, my friend just cancelled on me. She's sick." He pursed his lips, "Oh, I'm sorry Y/n." You shrugged.

"Can I do anything for you?" He sat down in his desk, which was in front of yours, facing you. You guys only had laptops, so it was easy to see over them.

You thought as you packed your stuff. You both headed to the door, it was dark even though it was only seven. It was November. "I guess you could come over and help me eat all of the cookies I made. And you could have a Harry Potter marathon with me." You grinned, looking up at him.

"Okay," he paused. "How many movies are there?" You stopped as you came to your car.

"Have you never seen or read Harry Potter?"

"No, it didn't interest me." You raised your eyebrows.

"Okay, then we'll start the books tonight." You stated, and opened the passenger seat for him.

--

The ride to your apartment was quiet, The Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background. It started to sprinkle. You were nearly home, maybe five minutes.

"Hey Spencer?" You started.

"Hmm?" He turned to face away from the window and look at you.

"Do you really believe in soulmates now?" You shifted in the driver seat, glancing over at him.

He didn't hesitate to answer, "Yes." His breathing had sped up. "Uhm, Actually," You came to a stop at the red light, and turned up the heat, it was cold. "I think that I've met mine." He barely blinked as he waited for your reaction.

Your heart sunk, but you recovered. Quickly telling yourself it was never going to happen anyways. "Really?" You voice sounded unnatural, but you didn't know how to fix it. "Who is it?"

He hesitated. "I'm not sure I want to tell anyone just yet."

You swallowed, and resumed driving after a car behind you honked at you.

You waved at them as they passed you by, mouthing "Sorry."

--

You pulled into the parking garage, taking out an umbrella from the trunk. You could hear the rain beating down on the floors above you. Spencer got out of the car, coming up beside you and putting his hand on your shoulder, making you shiver. "I'm sorry, I didn't bring an umbrella." He shouted over the thunder, but at the lat second it ended, and his voice echoed throughout the garage. A mother holding her baby glared at him, and he whispered sorry. After she was gone, you both burst out laughing.

"That's alright," you said as soon as you calmed down. "We can share. But you have to hold it, my arm would get tired." You smiled at him, handing him the umbrella. He unravelled it, and it had a hole in it. Right in the center.

"Oh no." You said, dragging out the 'o', groaning. "It's too big, it wouldn't cover us up anyways. I hope you have extra clothes." You chuckled.

"Wait," He shrugged off the trench coat he was wearing, and held it over both of you. "There we go." He sounded proud of himself. You just giggled at him, and held yours and his things close to you.

You ran across the street, trying to keep up with Reid.

--

You flopped down on your couch, Reid stood there awkwardly with the sopping coat. "Shoot! Sorry, here give it to me." You stood up and reached for it, and went to put it into the washer.

"It should be done pretty quick," you hollered from the laundry room, "my washer and dryer-" You turned around, then yelled. Reid was standing right there.

"Jesus! Spencer you scared the living hell out of me!" You smacked his chest.

"Sorry, I heard you talking and I came back here..." He backed up to let you by.

You sighed, laughing and turning on the heat. It was freezing in your apartment. "Come on, I have literally over two hundred cookies in my kitchen, and I have the first book in my room." You point out the kitchen, and tell him to grab the cookies.

You went to your room, looking through your book shelves for the first book. "Ah-ha!" You whisper shouted to yourself, you had found the Sorcerer's Stone. You grabbed it off the shelf, and went back down the hallway.

"Hey, Spence! I found..." You trailed off as you found Spencer on the floor in your living room, with a large plate piled high of the different kinds of cookies you made. He was watching some random movie that was on. You just set the book down on the table, and sat down next to him, taking a cookie off the plate. He smiled close lipped at you, "These cookies are so good, Y/n." He looked adorable, he was so happy. You couldn't help but look at him for a little while, he kept laughing at random parts in the movie.

About an hour and forty-six (Spencer counted) cookies later, the movie was over. "I need to go shopping, so I don't have very much food in here besides leftovers." You said, opening the fridge. It was nearly empty, day-old Chinese, a small bottle of orange juice, and just a smidge of cookie dough. "Do you wanna order some pizza?"

You heard Spencer get up and enter the kitchen. "Do what? I heard you say that you had leftovers, but not the second part."

You turned around. "I asked," you paused, turning around and closing the fridge. "If you wanted to order pizza. Or I could just drop you off at your apartment." You added the last part quickly, not thinking about it until the last second. You walked back to the living room, sitting down sideways on the loveseat, your feet up on the second cushion. He came and picked up your feet, sat down, and put them back on his lap.

"We can order pizza, what kind do you want?" He asked you. You shrugged.

"How about we just get hot wings." You suggested.

"Okay."

--

"Oh my God, my mouth is on fire." You laughed. "We shouldn't have gotten the ghost pepper flavour."

Spencer was whining, waving his hands in front of his mouth. You burst out laughing, he glared at you but he was smiling. "Hey! This isn't funny."

You groaned, drinking some water. "Shit. That didn't help." You whined, sticking out your tongue. Spencer had gone to your kitchen, you didn't notice.

"I found Orange Juice. Can I have some?" He asked, faking desperation. It was a cheep little bottle, one you get from the dollar store.

"Yeah, just don't drink it all." He took a long drink, and handed it to you. He sighed in relief.

"It's better. Did you know, the reason the orange juice helps is because of the..." You weren't listening. You weren't trying to be rude, but you were just focused on the orange juice. You finished the small bottle and set it down on the table next to the empty container that smelled spicy. You laid down on the loveseat, closing your eyes for a second. It was only ten, but you were unusually sleepy.

"...Neat, right?" You just nodded. You were sleepy, and you still wanted to read with Spencer.

"Y/n? Are you tired?" He sat down in the space between the coffee table and the loveseat, and you felt his put his hand on your cheek, rubbing over your cheekbone with his thumb. You opened your eyes, a sleepy smile on your face.

"I have to take you home." You said, but made no move to get up.

"Hey, shh." He brushed your hair out of your face, causing you to turn red. "I can sleep on the couch here tonight."

You sighed contently, "You should come read Harry Potter to me." You whispered. You were in a daze, half asleep and unsure if this was real or not.

"Okay." Reid whispered, and waited a few seconds. When you didn't move, he reached under your head, and your legs. Then picked you up.

You woke with the sudden movement, "Sorry, you can put me down now." He set you down in the hallway, and you stumbled to your room. You pulled back the f/c blanket, and laid down. You patted the spot next to you, and he climbed in next to you.

You scooted closer to him, snuggling into his side. "Can you read to me please?" He nodded, not that you could see, but started reading.

""Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of Number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much."" He started playing with your hair mindlessly, lulling you to sleep even faster.

"Spence." You looked up at him, your eyes were droopy. He raised his eyebrows, asking you what was wrong. "Can you sleep in here, please?"

"Yeah, I will." He said gently. You nodded, and laid back down. You barely heard the rest of the first paragraph.

You were running through a hallway. The lights flashing. Someone was chasing you, screaming things at you. But you couldn't hear, it was like the words were blurred. You glanced back, he was right behind you. You tried to run faster, but when you turned back around, there was blood spattered everywhere. It made you stumble. The unsub caught up with you, tackling you to the floor. He grabbed onto your neck, and bashed your head into the ground-

You woke up with a jolt, terrified, in a cold sweat. You grabbed onto Spencer in pure reflex, waking him up. He sat up quickly, reaching over to turn the light on. It let off a soft light, and you saw the book on your bedside table with a bookmark in near the end.

"What's wrong?" He cupped your face in his hands, brushing your hair out of your face.

Your breathing was shallow, and your heart was racing. You were having a minor panic attack. "Spence," You breathed out, it was like you couldn't stop moving, you had to convince yourself you were safe. "I can't- I can't- I can't breathe." You were sweating, horrified that the unsub was going to find you.

He held you close, trying to soothe you. "I need you to breathe with me, Y/n." Your chest was heaving, you struggled to get your breathing under control. You nodded, and tried to breathe with him as he showed you to breathe in and out. You were tugging at the bottom of your shirt, until Spencer grabbed your hands in his and started covering them.

"You'll be alright," he whispered, pulling you close again. You had calmed down, now silent tears were falling down your face. You were just trying to listen to the sound of his heart beating.

"Do you want to talk about it? Talking about your feelings actually have positive effects. Talking leads to Catharsis, which is the feeling of relief." He toys with your hair while you tell him about the nightmare. "I'm so sorry."

He pulled away from you, looking at you. "I just want you to know, I will never let that happen to you." You pulled him back to you, you probably looked like a mess. "What time is it?"

"It's one in the morning."

"Can we go back to sleep, please?" He nodded, and lay back, taking you with him. You sniffed. "Can you read, please?" He reached over to grab the book, and resumed reading.

"I'm on the last page, I hope you don't mind that I read ahead."

"Of course not, I'm surprised you didn't finish the entire series."

He laughed a little, then five minutes later, ""...I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer. . ."" You sighed, you were calm now. Still shook up from the nightmare, but calm.

"Do you have the nightmares often?" He whispered to you, tracing circles on your back.

"Yeah, almost every night." Your eyes were closed, and you were close to sleep. He lifted his head up, hesitated and laid back down.

Another ten minutes went by, you were nearly asleep when you heard Spencer say something. "You're my space dust." He sounded groggy, and you had convinced yourself he was sleep talking. But you still hoped.

--

You woke up to your alarm at seven-thirty. You were laying on top of Spencer, between his legs. "Sorry. Do you want me to drive you home so you can change?"

"How about we call in sick, it's just paperwork today." He sounded tired.

"Okay, I'll text Hotch." Though neither of you made a move to actually text him for another hour. When you did, he just smiled at his phone. The entire team had suspicions about the two of you, although you had never acted on it.

After, you both just laid there together, until you remembered what you thought you heard last night.

"Spencer?" You asked hesitantly.

"What's up, Y/n?" You were laying next to him, head on his chest. His arms were wrapped around you, which is weird. Because he's generally not very touchy.

"I think you said something last night. But I'm not sure that I heard you correctly..." You were timid, and you felt him tense up.

"W-what do you think y-you heard?" He stopped moving completely now, but you were very fidgety.

"I don't want this to ruin our friendship, but I thought I heard you say that I was your space dust. D-did you say that? Do you mean that- that..." You rambled on, just until Spencer interrupted you.

"Y/n." You stopped talking, and you both sat up. "I mean it like that." You sucked in a breath.

"I need to hear it." Your voice was shaky, and your throat was burning. But you didn't want to cry, you couldn't cry in front of him again.

He grabbed your hands in his, took a deep breath, and "Y/n, I-I love you." You couldn't help it, you pulled him to, and pressed your lips to his. It was like fireworks had gone off.

Your stomach was turning, Spencer had one hand on the back of your neck, and the other was holding one of yours. You had never kissed anyone and felt something deep inside you like this.

You pulled away from him, smiling. "You're my space dust too, Spence." And you gave him one last kiss before getting up and going to make breakfast

AHHHH IT'S FINISHED lmk if you like it

[wormstacheangel]

Stay Unhappy. Stay with Me.

15x18 Coda Fic aka I just can’t accept what happened so I keep changing it lol (hurt comfort idk but happy ending)

“You changed me, Dean.” 

Dean watched, listened, while the pounding at the door grew desperate. His ears ringing as the echoing of his heart slamming into his chest was making itself known because of Cas…

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Tear filled eyes, shining so bright and free, stared back at him. A pulling smile on his lips, heartbreaking, as he tried hard to hold back whatever was left. “Because it is.”

Cas opened his mouth to say something else but Dean took a step forward and pressed his palm against Cas’s mouth. Stopping whatever it was he was going to say because he knew, he knew, exactly what he was about to blurt out and this was not the way they were going to do this. Not here. Not now. 

“Dean!” He heard Cas mumble under his hand but Dean only pressed it harder against his mouth as he glared down at him, the tears really made it hard for him to look angry or even annoyed but he was. 

“Shut it.” 

They both turned towards the bubbling noise behind them just as Billie broke through the door. Dean wrapped his free arm around Cas’s waist to press him close to his chest, shielding him from both threats because this is not how their story is going to end. This is not how these pushed back emotions were finally going to be acknowledged. 

Cas looked at him with wide eyes that still glistered under the one light as Dean shushed him again, keeping his hand over Cas’s mouth to keep him from saying anything else. To keep him from being...happy. 

Cas only nodded once as he stood still in the embrace, keeping his eyes on Dean the whole time as the goo reached to take Billie. Covering her from head to toe so quickly she didn’t even have time to scream, Dean was sure she wouldn’t out of pride. Then just as quick as they came the threats were gone. The only noise that echoed the room was the clank of the scythe hitting the floor. 

Dean finally turned to look back at Cas, to meet his ocean eyes that were burning holes into the side of his face. 

“You dumb son of a bitch,” Dean tries to sound annoyed but his voice is too shaky. “You don’t get to do that shit anymore.”

“Dean.” Cas mumbles from under his palm and Dean rolled his eyes before he pulled his hand back only to rest it on the side of Cas’s face instead. Cradling him as he tightens his grip, afraid that the wrong words can make him happy. Make him disappear. “I’m sorry. I saw no other way to save you.”

“Save me?” Dean almost laughed at the idea. Cas being gone only ever made Dean feel lost and broken. Empty and dead. “You leaving wasn’t going to save me, dumbass.” 

He didn’t want to add how it would have probably been the thing that really sent him over the edge. Closer to pulling the trigger and just ending himself his way. Billie being gone now meant he may not be thrown to the Empty like she promised and now he was afraid he would be resurrected if he did. Cas is here though, he is in his arms and alive, so there was no need to think of a backup plan just yet.

“I need you here, Cas, with me.” Dean leans in to drop his forehead down on Cas’s shoulder. Feeling his neck ache at the movement as he realized how tensed his whole body was. Locked up and cold as if he’s been unmoving for hours instead of the slow-moving ten minutes that actually passed. “So stop fucking leaving me. Please.”

Dean could hear his voice, broken and desperate, as he pleaded with him. Wanting to scream out what he means and wants but he’s unsure of how to do so. Afraid the wrong words can bring the Empty back to get him, them. So he says words that were spoken before. Words Cas knew, that were familiar to them both. Safe. 

“I want you to be happy, Cas. That’s all I fucking want but...not like this” Dean pulled back to meet his wide eyes, still unblinking as tears continued to flow. “Just, stay unhappy for a little bit longer.” Dean could see Cas crack a smile at his words, blinking finally to look back at Dean with warm eyes. The love Dean always tried to ignore was now front and center. “Can you do that for me?”

“Of course, Dean.”

With shaky hands, Cas reached to take Dean’s face in between his hands. His thumb ghosting over his cheeks to wipe away heavy tears while he looked back at him, smiling as he let out a shaky sigh. His eyes roaming over his face as if trying to carve it into memory. 

“I miss you.” Cas says as he watches his thumb brush over the freckles on his skin. “I miss you so much even though I have you so close.”

“Me too.” Dean swallowed the same words Cas needed to push down as they stayed like that for a few more minutes. Looking at each other as if it was the first time, or their last, before Dean finally caved and let his forehead drop to Cas’s own. His eyes shut close to feel Cas’s hands grip at the front of his jacket. Keeping him close as fresh new tears fell because now that the waterworks were open they were having trouble closing them. 

So close to having something they both knew they could finally have but it was still so far away. Only a thin thread holding them back now and Dean will figure out a way to finally break that thread so he can have him. Have Cas the way he has been wanting him for so long. 

“We’ll figure it out.”

“I know.”

“We’ll be happy.”

“I know, Dean.”

Sam and Jack came home to find Dean swinging Death’s Scythe around the map table, Cas was sitting on one of the chairs far away enough to not accidentally be killed. They were all thinking out loud as to what to do next, being the only things left in the whole universe, or at least the earth as social media has finally stopped updating. 

“Okay, let’s get to work!” Sam clapped his hands as he stood up, nearly missing being beheaded by Dean. So he took the scythe away and handed it over to Cas, who took it giving him the same annoyed expression Sam was giving him. 

The big battle started off as dumb and reckless as any other Winchester fight. Chuck was snapping his fingers and slowly things disappeared around them. Nature disappeared right before their eyes, every snap of the finger plummeted them into darkness. Into nothing. 

Dean watched as Sam was snapped out of the dark abyss while Dean struggled to breathe, Chuck decided oxygen needed to go next. Cas was on the floor burned out by Chuck’s feet while Jack was on his knees bleeding as he stared up at him. 

“Amara?” Dean heard Jack say as he lazily looked up at Chuck, everything in him was still trying to fight but they still lost. Dean tried crawling towards Jack, protecting the last person in his family that was left but he couldn’t even feel his body anymore. “It’s okay. It was nice knowing you for the short while I did.”

Dean tried calling out to him but darkness was blurring his vision.

“Thank you for wanting to get to know me. I would have loved to get to know you too. I think...I think we would’ve been a good family.”

Dean heard before the darkness finally took him with one last gasping breath.

Then Dean woke up with a bright light in his face. He laid still on the beach, his legs soaking wet but he couldn’t find it in himself to move or even open his eyes. Afraid of what he’ll see or not see when he opened them. His fingers gripped at the sand, feeling the grains slip through his fingers, as he tried to remember what just happened. Wanting to focus his mind before anything else but he never did get a chance to get past the panic, the pain of watching his family die before him.

“Dean? Dean, wake up.” He heard the familiar voice of someone he thought was lost a while ago. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times until Amara’s face was clear. “Hey, there.”

“Amara?” Dean reached for her, to poke her cheek to see if it was really her, but she slapped his hand away with a little laugh. “Ow!”

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay at least.” She stood up and pulled on Dean’s arm to help stand him up. 

“But Chuck...ate you? How are you - wait how the hell am I here?” Dean patted himself over just to make sure he was actually him and he was actually alive. Taking a deep breath of air that seconds ago he was trying to suck in. “My family?”

Amara smiled and pointed further down the beach where he saw Jack crouched down, alive, with Cas’s head in his lap. 

Dean opened his mouth but before he could get the words out Amara spoke, “Sam woke up first and I sent him to where his girlfriend is. He said he’ll see you at home.”

“But where’s Chuck?”

“In here.” She points at herself. “I got him. Balance finally restored. I just wanted to say goodbye to you before I left.”

Amara was sacrificing herself for Jack, for him to keep his family. Trading Cas’s spot for her and Chuck with the Empty so Jack could have his Dad. For Dean to have him. 

“Go. He’s gonna wake up soon.” She nudges him a sad smile playing on her lips. 

Dean didn’t have to be told twice as he ran across the beach to kneel on the other side of his angel. Jack smiled up at him before he got up and walked over to Amara, taking her hand as they spent a few minutes together before she had to leave. 

Dean watched them walk across the water for a few seconds before giving Cas his full attention once again. Calling out for him to wake up.

“Cas, sweetheart, wake up. We did it. We won.” Dean lifted Cas head to rest on his lap now, leaning down to press his forehead on top of Cas’s own. “We’re alive, Cas.”

“We are?” He heard Cas say a playful tone to his voice before Dean felt his hand reach up scrunch up his jacket. “Mmmm, if we’re not then this must be heaven.”

“Don’t be so cliché or I’ll kiss you.”

Cas raised his eyebrow at that. “Is that...are you threatening me with a kiss?”

Dean watched as Cas' face turned just slightly pink before he cleared his throat and pushed himself away from Dean. Sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“Dean, this is hard enough already without your teasing. I barely survived this far so I’ll rather not have the Empty come get me before we figure out a way to break-”

Dean pulled Cas back as he tried to get up. Taking his arm and moving close enough that their faces were inches apart, Cas’s breathing hitched before it stopped. Staring down at Dean’s lips just as he stared back at the angel’s perfect lips. Wanting them for so long and having them closer than he ever had them before but there was something he was supposed to do beforehand. 

“I love you, Cas.”

Cas gasped as tears welled back in his eyes, blinking them away as his eyes met his once again. Cas quickly moved just enough to cling to him but kept his eyes on his face, fear dancing around his expression.

“No. No, Dean, don’t say that. I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to go. Please, don’t-”

Dean reached to cradle his face between his hands, kissing the tip of Cas’s nose. “Cas, sweetheart, nobody in this whole damn universe will ever take you from me. You’re mine and you’re here to stay.”

“I am?” Cas leaned into his palm, making Dean think of a cat. “Are you sure?”

“I love you, Cas.” Dean repeats, watching Cas eyes widen again as he blinks up at him. Still a little scared. “I love you so much.”

“I-I love you.” Cas hesitantly says before pressing a kiss on Dean’s palm. A sigh of relief escaping him as he let his eyes drift closed. A warm smile spread across his face making him brighten up. “I love you, Dean.”

They rested foreheads, kneeling on the sand as they held each other. Letting the warmth of their words linger around them and envelope them with newfound hope. 

[prose-for-hire]

Supernatural Activity

Pairing: Rupert Giles x reader

Request: omgggg „dont mess with the cat“ and its the baby monitor“ and giles, maybe? that would be amaaazing

Requested by: Anon

Warning: swearing. 

c/n = cat’s name lol. I didn’t wanna assign a name you can do that! The cat is a boy though (sorry idk why I can change it if u want) 🖤🦇

You and Giles had moved in together. You had taken a while to find the perfect place, especially considering that you lived on top of a Hellmouth. A lot of properties were ridiculously good value because a surprising amount of suspicious deaths happened here. You had offered to move into the house he already lived in, but he insisted that you should have a house you could share that would be yours together.

You finally found one that was perfect, or what you had thought was perfect. 

You had been relaxing one Autumn evening, in front of the fire that Giles had just got going. Your cat was relaxing on your lap as Giles slid into the seat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You closed your eyes, inhaling his familiar scent that enveloped you with his hug. 

You cosied up in front of the fire, wrapping your arms around his torso. You had more chance to relax around this time of year, Halloween was usually quiet and the younger people you usually helped out were busy going to parties and struggling with their social lives over the supernatural at the moment.

Giles had kissed the top of your head from the position you were in, now resting against his chest. You had been watching the television, or relaxing together with the tv on in the background. Except suddenly you heard this horrible noise. This crackling and popping. It was feedback. From some kind of device. A baby crying. Wailing for someone. 

You squinted around, starting to get freaked out. Something wasn;t right. The room felt cold, despite your body curled up beside Giles with the roaring fire. You looked up at him and he didn’t appear phased. You sat up properly, looking around. Squinting.

“Giles…” You say slowly. Giles had stayed in the same position, looking towards the television feigning boredom but he appeared to be into whatever it was taht was on. You had to take the remote and mute the sound, “Giles can you hear that?”

“Oh, it’s just the baby monitor” Giles muttered after listening a moment, cleaning his glasses and smiling at you as if this were the natural conclusion. You squinted at him, looking around in confusion.

“Giles… we don’t have a baby” You say slowly. This made him jump into action. Of course - you didn’t have a baby! He panicked, walking towards the noise.

You, against your better judgement, went with Giles to look around the house to check where the noise was coming from. C/n weaved between both of your legs, coming too. But he stopped on the landing, hissing and running off in the opposite direction.

It got louder as you walked towards the spare room. You tensed, taking Giles’ sleeve and tugging him back. You were scared, you didn’t want him to get hurt. He nodded reassuringly, sliding his hand into yours and clasping it tight. The door opened slowly, it revealed... nothing.

There was no movement. No noise and definitely no baby.

You exchanged a look, silently agreeing to just leave that room alone from then on. You didn’t speak much for the rest of the evening, still hyperaware of any noises in the house. You went to sleep earlier than usual, clinging to Giles as you tried in vain to get some sleep.

You had managed some brief sleep, however you had a bad feeling which woke you up. Then came a strangled noise and a crash. You ran out of bed, with Giles close behind, in time to see your cat starting to float in mid-air while it thrashed against whatever it was. His tail was bushy and standing on end with his sharp teeth exposed whilst he hissed at the invisible force.

You reached and scooped your cat and pulled him into you, scowling around at the room.

“I’m fucking warning you!” You point at the ceiling as if the spirit were floating there, “Don’t mess with the cat!” You shouted, hugging the little fluff ball closer to your chest to make sure you were protecting him. You had seen movies like this - the pet was usually the first to go. Not on your watch.

“Y/n is it really necessary to use that language?”

“Oh I’m sorry did you want me to invite the poltergeist into the kitchen for a cup of tea!?”

“No, of course not. It just isn’t wise to… rile it up” He said gently, knowing how protective you were of the cat. You had expressed more than once that it felt like a little family, with you, the cat and Giles. Which he had adored when you had revealed this to him. He really did love you. He nodded once in understanding, pressing a kiss against the side of your head. You softened, melting into it a little, before snapping your eyes back open and shouting, “It’s Halloween tomorrow aren’t you meant to have the day off?!” scowling up at the ceiling again.

The movement seemed to disappear. So you eventually padded back to your shared bed, setting your cat at the end of the bed to ensure he was safe. You both slipped back into bed and huddled together as you tried to get some sleep. Your anger dissipating with every soft touch Giles gave you in the safety of your shared bed. 

“We have to do something, sweetheart” You sigh, cuddling up to him. You weren’t fond of being haunted, it appeared.

“Let’s just, see what the spirit wants and see if we can, ah, assist. I will look up some books tomorrow” He muttered, stroking the back of your head softly. You nodded, well aware of his tendency to say a more polite version of what he really wanted to say.

“Can I bring c/n? please?” You whispered into his ear as you began to fall asleep nestled against his side.

The next morning was Halloween, a very busy day for you and Giles in the store you owned together. You usually enjoyed the day, but you were tired this morning and you snapped at Xander too many times so he threatened to walk.

This lead to you having to buy donuts to keep him sweet, which appeared to make him instantly your friend again. You explained yours and Giles’ predicament between the rush of customers and heard their suggestions which, although well-meaning, were entirely unhelpful. Your cat weaved between each customer, giving them a little entertainment whilst they waited in the long queues.

“Maybe you should get a priest?” Willow asked, using what appeared to be an entire roll of tape on a customers gift wrap. You were too busy reading a book on possession to supervise her properly so Anya snatched it from her and started to wrap it correctly.

“Yeah, you wanna go full-Exorcist. It is Halloween, G-man” Xander piped up and you let it slide with a mere eyeroll, seeing as you had snapped at him so much already today and Giles let him off with just a withering look.

You and Giles did a little more researching and decided the best way forwards was a ritual to reveal who you were dealing with and then one to cast out the spirit. You had everything lined up and you even colour coded the ritual into sections for him - you knew he loved it when you did that. 

You decided you should probably do it as soon as possible. You presented your plan to the group after you finally closed up and the tired Scoobies listened. Their faces twisting into panic as they realised it sounded like a group event.

“Do we, uh, all have to be there?” Buffy asked, looking around and trying to silently come up with an excuse with the others. You caught this and winked at her.

“Well, we could use all of the help that we can get” Giles said solemnly, well aware of the horrified faces of the young people around him. He was about to launch into a long speech about duty.

“No. You can go to your Halloween party! Giles, there are some things that have to be dealt with alone, it’s our responsibility. We can do it just fine” You looped your arms around his neck and left a few soft kisses against his slightly parted mouth, in case he was still trying to protest. The Scoobies all took this as their cue to get up and run out of the door before Giles could change his mind. Dawn had taken your cat in the carrier, so that he was safe while you spent your Halloween dealing with whatever it was that had moved into your house (or maybe you had moved into its house?).

You made it home, wincing slightly as you saw the state of your kitchen. All of the cupboards were open. Cutlery was littering the floor. All of them had been paired with another, forming upside down crosses all over the floor. You smelt something and your eyes widened in horror. The gas was on. You ran over to turn  it off and when you looked back around you saw that the teapot was cracked and in pieces in the centre of the wooden dining table. Clearly, the ghost wasn’t a fan of tea. Maybe it was a good job you didn’t offer it any.

You both cleared up, Giles staying quiet as you ranted through the tidying. You slammed the cutlery back in place. Crashing the cupboard doors closed. The teapot which you had really liked had to go straight into the bin.

When you finally finished, collapsing into the chairs in your living room. You felt exhausted. You weren’t sure if you had the energy to do this. You held onto the cross that Buffy had kindly gifted you and Giles earlier in the day.

A loud smash echoed through the house, making Giles jump and scatter your handwritten notes on the rituals you would have to perform all over the

You both rushed to pick them up before any poltergeist saw them and started to attack you before you could begin your plan. You then ran in to see what had happened, the noise having come from the kitchen. But this time, nothing was out of place. In fact, it was eerily clean. Spotless. 

You decided you did have the energy. You wanted this entity gone. You couldn’t even relax in your home for a second anymore. This was further evident when you heard a loud scoff and a thud.

You rushed in, expecting to see Giles wrestling with a ghost, but instead you saw him glaring at the book case in the living room.

“For the love of all that is- will you please cease with the ridiculous organisation of my bookshelves! I cannot find a bloody thing!” He shouted at mid-air. It had been the one thing through all of this that had gotten a reaction.

“Now, now is that language really necessary, sweetie?” You giggle as he turned to face you, his temper still frayed.

“I cannot stand to live beside this-this-!” He looked around, as if he could have seen if the poltergeist was listening in, but obviously wasn’t able to see anything, “The books, y/n! the books!” He started to get worked up until your hand slid lightly up his chest, rubbing soothingly.

“I know, that’s why we’re doing a- doing what we’re doing- on Halloween night” You hinted, not wanting the entity to know what you planned. You kissed him on the cheek and nestled into him, hoping he could feel your love and comfort coursing through him like blood. He appeared to calm as he held you to him, but he was still frowning around him and towards the bookcase.

It was finally time. It was almost midnight and you started to paint the pentagram on one of the small, circular hardwood tables as Giles shook his head and muttered under his breath. He had given his blessing to use one of the tables he had brought with him into your home from England, but it didn’t mean he was pleased about it. You both set up, places crystals on each point of the pentagram. You also lit candles and brushing up pronunciation of Latin phrases before you began. 

You nodded at each other, he closed the space between you to press a chaste kiss against your lips. For luck. Or courage. You both held hands and started reciting the words. Asking the spirit to reveal itself. Asking for its purpose. Things started to shake, books started to fly out of the shelves and litter the floor. Giles had to do everything in his power to stay focused. 

The crystals flew at you both, scattering on the floor at your feet. You knew what this meant. It wanted you. It wanted to inhabit one of you. Possess you.

Giles didn’t even pause. He couldn’t have anything jeopardising his home. His love. He never wanted to be apart from you and so he started shouted that the spirit was being cast out. Cast from this home and back to where it came from. Nothing was happening except you were angering the demon. It had started to shriek. Blood curdling, squawks of terror that made you shiver.

The table was starting to shake, threatening to be thrown across the room and you panicked. Giles started to chant louder and you saw something from the corner of your eye. Giles was trying to contain the spirit within the confines of the pentagram at least - trying to cease the destruction of your shared home. A home that had held so much love and warmth being destroyed into nothing made him mad. He had memories in every room, he had told you of his love for you on the sofa that was now almost ripped in two.

You had seen a doll. You had picked it up from a fair, or a flea market. It was hideous. You don’t even remember why you bought it, it was oversized and had a blank stare that meant you had hidden it in a cupboard so you didn’t have to look at it. That now had been flung open with the contents littering the floor.

You panicked, having to move from the circle to grab the doll before placing it hurriedly into the centre of the pentagram. Giles said the final syllable and it happened. Everything suddenly went quiet. The room dull and empty. Littered with you entire lives surrounding you.

You had made it so the spirit passed into there. The doll. You winced as the doll started to shake and a horrible light filled the room. It was so bright it felt as if it was behind your eyes, inside your skull. A terrible scream felt as if it were exploding your eardrums before a cold silence fell again.

It was instinct. It had been dangerous, but you both agreed there would have been no other way. You stared around you at the mess and decided you needed to worry about the doll first.

You took the doll straight to the Magic Box and locked it up until you knew what to do with it.

You held hands as you stepped back over the threshold of your shared home, peering around corners and holding your breath before entering rooms. But it was okay. It was all back to normal. 

Nothing was out of place. It was as if the activity had been something you had made up. Something of a shared dream. But you knew that wasn’t the case, and thought better than ever mentioning it out loud.

You turned and almost knocked Giles over in your haste to celebrate with the biggest hug. He quickly recovered and held you close. It was over, you both sighed as the first rays of the sunrise peaked from behind your blinds. Everything was going to be okay.

The details of this story were based on true events.

Y/n and Giles went on to save the world several times since the events of this fic. They assisted the Slayer at the final battle of Sunnydale and both survived.

The doll was sent to the care of Wolfram & Hart. The whereabouts of the doll is currently unknown.

[youreacowgirllikeme]

After Class

note: so, I wasn’t really able to get that image of Jake as a college/university professor out of my head and this kind of happened, idk if it qualifies as an AU but anyway, here is Professor!Jake for you

(sorry for the grammar, non-native speaker here)

warnings: professor-student relationship, swearing, smut (fingering, oral), nsfw

“Shit, shit , shit.”

You ran through the empty hallways towards the lecture hall, the old clock on the wall telling you what you already knew: you were late, almost 20 minutes. And just because you overslept after working on that essay for your political history class till 4 am last night.

Professor Tapper would be so mad, he absolutely hated unpunctuality. Just the thought of him being angry or disappointed with you made you quicken your step even more, because Jacob Tapper was the very man you desperately tried to impress more than anyone else.

He usually worked as the lead political correspondent for CNN down in Washington DC, but, as he stated at the start of his first lecture, decided to take a sabbatical after the 2020 election, using the time to teach at his alma mater as a guest Professor.

He was brilliant, a walking history encyclopedia and was considered to be one of the sharpest political minds of the generation. His lectures were the perfect mix of both of those subjects, and he was throwing in a lot of his journalistic expertise as well. You admired him and truly enjoyed having him as your Professor. And you would’ve loved nothing more than to take in every single brilliant thing he said. But there was one tiny problem.

Because above all, he was hot. Like, please-bend-me-over-your-desk-after-class-hot. That very fact was often making it incredibly hard for you to pay attention to what he was saying, so you spent your lessons staring at his back, his hands, his face from the last row, letting his deep, smooth voice wash over you.

Even if he was more than 20 years older than you, you really had it bad for him, which was one of the reasons you lost sleep every night. That, and his very demanding curriculum.

Out of breath, you finally arrived at the doors of the lecture hall, opening them as quietly as possible, trying to sneak into the room without anyone taking notice of you.

“How nice of you to finally join us, Ms. Y/L/N“

Shit. He had noticed you.

And as you looked to where he was standing in front of the class you could see a deep frown on his handsome face.

He was, as usually, impeccably dressed, wearing a dark blue suit and his glasses, which were a personal weakness of yours.

It took a small cough from one of your classmates for you to stop staring at Professor Tapper and actually addressing him instead of undressing him with your eyes.

“I am so sorry for being late, Sir, it certainly won’t happen again.“ you stammered, feeling like you might faint from the embarrassment of the situation.

"I will certainly hold you to that. Still, come and see me after class to discuss this, please.“ he said, his stern voice and intense stare making your heart almost burst out of your chest.

He turned to the blackboard again, continuing to talk about McCarthyism, his deep voice carrying effortlessly through the lecture hall.

You were still beyond embarrassed that he called you out like that, and even more so because it was very likely that he caught you staring at him. You hastily made your way to the nearest free seat, fortunately this was a Dartmouth senior class and not Highschool, so there were no snickers or silly comments, you didn’t draw much attention.

You spent the remainder of the lesson trying to focus on the actual topic instead of how broad your professors shoulders looked in that tailored suit jacket, or how perfectly styled his grey hair was. Unsurprisingly, you had no success as your mind wandered even further down the dangerous path of attraction you had for Professor Tapper, thinking about the things those long, elegant fingers holding the chalk could do to you or what dirty words he could whisper against your skin with this sinful voice of his.

You were so caught up in your inappropriate daydreaming that you totally missed your Professor ending the lecture and dismissing your classmates.

You heard your name being called, and looked up, startled. Professor Tapper was standing right in front of your desk, arms crossed in front of his chest, staring down at you with an unreadable expression.

“We definetly need to talk about your attitude regarding this class, Ms. Y/L/N. Not only have you been late for the fourth time this month, your participation is severely lacking, to put it mildly. I...I don’t get it.” He said, his voice staring to get louder. He ran his hand through his hair, looking exasperated.

“Your submitted papers are extraordinarily good, your analysis is always spot on, and you find a way of comprehending the topics that no one of your classmates seem to grasp. And yet you spend each one of my lessons not paying attention, you’re not able to awnser any questions and you never partake in discussions. What is the matter? Am I boring you?“

He grew more agitated with each sentence, now leaning onto your desk with both arms and staring directly at you. If he only knew how far from bored you were in his class.

You felt like you were frozen, held in place by the way his eyes were looking straight into yours. His fingers were gripping the edge of your desk now, it took everything in you not to stare at the veins on the back of his hand. And, worst of all, you felt a blush starting to creep up your neck. You couldn’t get a single word out.

“I asked you a question, Ms. Y/L/N.” there was sincere anger evident in his voice now.

„I’m...I’m so sorry, Professor Tapper. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. It doesn’t come from a place of disrespect, because I have nothing but admiration for you...” you stopped yourself before saying something you might regret. You could feel your blush intensifying.

A look of realization flashed over your Professors face.

“Oh, so thats what this is all about, I see.” he murmured, and turned around, walking towards his own desk in the front of the classroom.

“I’ll make the necessary arrangements to get you transferred to Professor Coopers class. This situation is highly inappropriate and it can’t interfere with your academial career, I won’t allow it.”

You were shocked.

Quitting Professor Tappers class? Never having another lecture with him again seemed like an impossible thing to even imagine. Before you could stop yourself, you began to speak again.

“No, Sir, please don’t do this. I’ll get a grip on it, I promise. It’s a silly crush, I won’t act on it, ever. I’ll never be late again, and I’ll participate, I’ll respond to every single question you give me, just please don’t make me quit your class.” you pleaded.

Your professor didn’t answer, so you got up from your chair and made your way over to him, coming to a halt in front of his desk. He was looking at you, eyes dark, an almost pained expression on his face. You took the paper you spent all night finishing out of your bag, putting it on his desk.

“This is my latest assignment, please read it before you make your decision. I am really putting so much effort into my work for this class, and I can’t imagine going to another professor with my questions. Please don’t send me away.” You were almost begging now, desperation evident in your voice.

Professor Tapper sighed and took of his glasses, the motion making your heart go fast you felt arousal starting to burn in your lower stomach. He was too attractive for his own good. You realized, too late, that you said the last part out loud.

“Sorry.” you whispered, not daring to meet his eye.

“Ms...Y/N” he said, addressing you by your first name for the first time ever.

You looked up to him.

“What you don’t understand is that I can’t allow myself to teach you anymore, considering this new...development. I just can’t do it.”

He took another deep breath, looking as if he was under an immense amount of stress. His shoulders were tense, and the crease between his eyebrows was more prominent then ever.

“But why?” you cried, “we can act like this whole conversation never happened. Nothing has to change, I’ll do better, I promise!”

He slammed his palm onto the table, the loud noise echoing through the empty lecture hall.

“Because it takes every damn ounce of my self control not to throw you over this desk right now and have my way with you, so how the hell am I supposed to teach you every day knowing that this is exactly what you want me to do? Staring at me like you’re doing it right now? I can’t do it!”

he was almost shouting now, breathing heavily. He was leaning over his desk so that his face was just inches apart from yours, close enough for you to see the small wrinkles around his eyes and how his lips were slightly parted.

And then you just leaned over and kissed him. His lips were soft but unmoving under yours. He was absolutely rigid for a second. Then he groaned against your mouth, and one of his hands reached out to cup your jaw and pull you closer, deepening the kiss.

A moan escaped your lips, and he broke free, taking several steps back from you. He was breathing hard and you could see a bulge beginning to form in his suit pants.

“Y/N, you have to leave. Now. We can’t do this.”

But there was no chance you were throwing away this opportunity. You’ve wanted this man for months, and this was your shot. So you slowly circled the desk and stopped right in front of Professor Tapper.

Gathering all your courage, you put one of your hands on his arm...and let the other one brush against his tight, close to his crotch. He let out a hiss, but didn’t make an attempt to remove your hands. His body was tense, but his eyes were dark and full of desire. He clearly wanted this as much as you did.

“No one needs to know. “ you whispered. “We obviously both want this, we’re both adults and you’re not even responsible for my final exam. You’re a guest professor, plus my graduation is only two months away anyway. I’ve wanted this, you, since I first stepped into your class.”

This broke his last resolve, he surged forward and started kissing you again, harder this time, his hands roaming your back, going downwards and squeezing your ass through your skirt as he pressed you against the hardening bulge in his trousers. "Fuck...are you sure you want to do this?“ he groaned into your ear. You just managed a breathy „Oh my god, yes.“

He instantly grabbed your hair to tilt your head back and cover your exposed neck with kisses and nibbles, making your skin break out in goosebumps and heat coiling in your lower stomach. You could feel yourself starting to get wet, and grinded your core against his erection again, your hands fisted into the lapels of his suit jacket. You moved against him, causing him to groan again, the deep, rumbling sound only fueling your arousal.

Your hands were shaking as you started working on his fly, opening the zipper and palming his cock through his boxer briefs.

While he continued to kiss your neck, his hands found their way under your skirt and he quickly pulled your panties down. As soon as your hot center was exposed, one of his long fingers parted your folds, gathering wetness.

Two of his digits entered you in a swift motion and the feeling of his fingers stretching you was like heaven. He was stroking that special spot deep inside you with every move as he plunged in and out of your wet pussy.

You buried you head in Jacobs (yes, you started thinking of him as Jacob, which was fair enough considering he had his fingers buried inside you) shoulder, muffling your increasing moans as you felt your orgasm approaching. The familiar tingling started low in your belly and slowly spread into every part of your body as Jake continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you faster and faster, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit in the most delicious way.

"I’ve wanted to touch you for so long, feel you come apart under me. Come on, darling, come on my fingers.“ he growled into your ear and bit your earlobe. That was the last straw and you came with a cry, your walls clenching around his fingers as pleasure surged through you.

Your knees were weak as you slowly removed your head from his shoulder to look him in the eyes. His blown pupils and heavy breathing were making it obvious that this was affecting him just as much as you, which was also evident from the very prominent erection that was tenting his boxer briefs through the open fly. He carefully withdrew his fingers and quickly wiped them on his pants.

"Wow“ you said, still trying to find your breath. "That was...amazing“

Your head was still spinning a bit from the intensity of your orgasm, but you were already thinking about how to repay him for making you feel so good.

You reached out your hand to palm his erection again, making him utter a low groan. Leaning forward, you whispered into his ear.

"Let me reciprocate, please.”

"You don’t have to-"

You broke him off with a small smirk.

"Please, I insist.”

Without hesitation, you dropped to your knees in front of him. He watched you intensely, sucking in a sharp breath as you looked up to him from under your lashes while you slowly pulled down his briefs along with his trousers. His erection sprung free, and you wasted no time, putting your hand around the base and slowly started taking the head into your mouth. You could feel his cock heavy on your tongue as you slowly sucked him deeper. One of his hands fisted into your hair and he started thrusting in and out of your mouth.

You put your hands onto his thighs for leverage, softly scraping you nails across his skin, which only seemed to spur him on, his thrusts starting to become deeper.

“God, Y/N, your mouth feels absolutely fantastic. You look so beautiful on your knees, sucking me off, taking my cock between your pretty lips.”

You almost couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of your usually so eloquent Professors mouth. Who would’ve known he could talk so dirty.

It turned you on, immensely, and you increased your efforts, taking him even deeper into your mouth. You could feel his thrusts starting to quicken, and even if it was getting harder for you not to gag, you were enjoying this slightly rough treatment.

"Shit, I’m- I’m going to come, Y/N.” he gasped, locking eyes with you.

You nodded your head as far as it was possible, signaling him to not stop. Instead, you wrapped your hands around his legs and swallowed his cock deeper until it was hitting the back of your throat. He let out a deep, guttural moan and tightened his grip on your hair almost painfully as he came inside your mouth.

You released him, wiping the spit from your lips and looked up at your Professor. He was a sight to behold, dark eyes, tousled hair, leaning against his desk as he was slowly coming down from his high. You spoke first, getting up from the floor.

“I...liked that.” you said, unsure of what to say exactly.

He took a deep breath and rubbed a hand across his face.

“It was absolutely amazing. But we shouldn’t have done it. The very last thing I want is to take advantage of you. You deserve to be treated right.” he said in a low voice as he was readjusting his clothing. Hearing him say those things made a warm, happy feeling spread inside your chest. He cared. This hasn’t been just some quick way to blow off steam.

“You treated me exactly right, please dont worry...Jacob” you said, testing out the unfamiliar first name. He just nodded, and then his arms were around you, pulling you into a tight hug as he pressed a soft kiss to your hair.

“Thank you so much. But if you want this to continue, I must insist that you transfer into Professor Coopers class. Please, Y/N.”

his voice was heavy with emotion and he released you from the embrace to look directly at you.

“I agree. And I very much want this to continue, so I’m gonna transfer. It’s only for a few more weeks anyway. But, and this is my condition, you have to take me out for dinner this weekend.”

“Fair enough. I’d love to take you out properly. And please, call me Jake.”

[jilytho]

Fake Laughs and French Fish

"You laughed in a restaurant but you have a really ugly laugh so I thought you were choking" au. The opposite of a meet cute bc James is an idiot. idk what this is but Happy Jilytober!

Read below or on AO3 or FFNT

It was James’s least favorite kind of restaurant. The kind of place where sure, the food is good, but the portion is barely big enough for a snack and the music was too soft and the tablecloths were too stiff and there were too many types of forks that he didn’t know which was meant for salad and which was for stabbing into his thigh. 

All places should have prices on the menu, smarmy little French places were not an exception. But Peter’s birthday had been last week and James had missed the party to deal with a work emergency so he owed him dinner at Peter’s choice of restaurant. And of course, Peter had to pick the most pretentious place in the city. 

Sirius and Remus were there as well, of course, they could hardly go anywhere without them. It was exactly the kind of place Sirius grew up in, and although he had gotten very comfortable with fast food since he was exiled by his family, he still seemed to fit in perfectly at this kind of place. 

As much as James loathed the whole joint, he grudgingly admitted it was worth the hefty bill to watch Peter’s whole face alight with joy as they sat down. His head was on a swivel, swooshing from side to side, tittering with excitement. 

Just as the young waiter brought their appetizers over, a mushroom risotto and salmon tartare, Remus was in the middle of thanking him and requesting more water when a large man at the table behind them snapping his fingers, head turned to look at the waiter. “Well, that’s just rude,” Remus murmured under his breath. James and the waiter both watched to see a large beefy man glaring over at them, beckoning the waiter with two fingers in a way that made James’s skin crawl. He was sitting with two women, James could see the whole table quite easily when looking past Remus’s right earlobe. The woman on Whale Man’s right looked like she was being choked out by her string of pearls, lips pursed, a nose slightly too sharp for her face, and what appeared to be a stick up her ass considering the daggers she was shooting between the other woman at the table and the waiter. His eyes found the second woman, the one being subjected to Miss. Bony Lady’s eye daggers and was shocked he hadn’t noticed her the second she sat down. That hair was not something that should ever go unnoticed by anyone. 

He couldn’t even see her face, as she was hiding it between her hands, and glaring down at the table, but he found himself craning his neck, trying to get a glimpse. There were waves of hostility trolling off of her and every element of her body language seemed to be screaming “DO NOT ENGAGE” . Her hair was forming a wall of fire, curtaining around her face, protecting her from the angry glares of her dinner mates. As the waiter walked over to their table, after nodding politely at Remus, he watched her emerge from her hands to grimace up at him apologetically.

He couldn’t hear what the whale man was saying, and subconsciously heard Peter start to tell some story about work and dish out portions of their appetizer, but he couldn’t pull his eyes back yet. The girl was flushed and glaring at the bony woman, saying something hushed but clearly angry. Her nose was scrunched up, nostrils flared and as angry as she looked he started to wonder if she’d giggle if he booped her nose, all scrunched up like that. Started cringing at himself for thinking about something as ridiculous as that. 

From his distance, he couldn’t make out the color of her eyes, just that they were bright and sparkling and even from ten feet away he could feel the passion and emotion coming off her. 

When the waiter had finally left, dismissed with an angry wave of Whale Man’s hand, he watched the red head roll her eyes, and twist her neck like cracking it would release the anger built up in her. He wondered how creepy she would find him if he offered to massage the shoulder for her, maybe there was some chiropractor-esque or glowstick pickup line he could use to impress her. Cheesy lines had never done him good in the past but she looked like she could use a laugh, maybe she’d think it was funn-

“Right, James?” James tore his eyes away from the girl to find all his friends staring at him, looking for his agreement on something James had not heard a single syllable of. 

“Erm, yeah, right. Of course,” he nodded strongly, reaching for his water to gulp down and give himself a chance to calm the flush slowly rising up his neck. 

Peter looked pointedly towards Remus, “See I told you, Lupin.”

As James busied himself with pushing risotto onto his spoon- the smallest spoon closest to him, was that meant for desert?- he carefully ignored Remus’s eyes on him, silently watching James and nodding to Peter. 

“Mhm, Pete. Looks like I was mistaken.” 

The rest of the course went by smoothly, James kept his eyes off of the Magical Mystery Woman as best he could, forcefully making himself enthusiastically engaged in Sirius’s discussion of the lineup of next week's game. He was in the middle of making an argument for why Johnson should start as center, not Malinsky when he got stopped mid sentence by Whale Man clearing his throat loud enough for half the bloody restaurant to hear and his entire argument went to shit. 

Honestly, who did this bloke think he is, the bloody Prime Minister? Mystery Woman was too perfect to be putting up with this. Why would she go out in public with this oaf? Was he her brother? She seemed perfect but having him as a brother-in-law would really put a damper on the future marital bliss. She was gripping her knife so tightly it had to hurt, maybe he should offer up his own hand to squeeze instead, that’d be less painful he was sure. No. No, that was weird. He shook himself again and wrenched his eyes back to Sirius and resumed his argument.

They were just getting ready to clear their plates and ask for the desert woman when it happened. Mystery Woman’s table was still on their main course, she had ordered the fish, exactly the same meal James had eaten. Was that a sign of compatibility or what? If anyone had asked him later he would have sworn he was paying full and complete attention to Remus’s story of Dale from accounting messing up again but he was somehow also subconsciously completely and totally aware of every single one of Mystery Woman’s movements because he just knew she had just placed a delicate bite of fish on her fork and was chewing lightly when she let out this hacking, squawking, horrific noise. 

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god she is choking. My dream girl is choking and is going to choke on fish and DIE before I even learn her name. If she dies before I know her name I won’t even know what funeral to go to and how to mourn her properly and how would I even introduce myself at that funeral, ‘Hi, I stalked this girl from ten feet away and fell in love and will now live the rest of my life single and alone.”

If anyone were to have asked, he was positive he was still sitting at the table, nodding along with Remus. Somehow, without his conscious noticing, he had thrown back his chair and jumped to his feet, sending his chair falling backwards, narrowly missing a passing waitress. He practically leaped across the empty space, flown to behind her chair, gripped her shoulder tightly, and began to slam his hand against her back. 

“Ma’am, miss, oh my god are you alright? Can you breathe? Can you hear me, miss, oh my god WE NEED AN AMBULANCE, breathe ma’am breathe!” James yelled at her, pounding against her back, mentally preparing to perform the heimlich maneuver, he had never learned it properly but he saw it on a crime show once and it worked there maybe it would work now? He was really regretting not taking that First Aid class with Remus when she suddenly yanked herself out of his grip, leaping to her own feet and spinning around to face him, red hair flying into his mouth as she turned. 

Green. Her eyes were green. Green and bright and shining and gorgeous, oh my god she really can’t die now. 

“Oh my god, are you alright??” He reached out again to grip her shoulders tightly, had him slamming on her back dislodged the fish? Would she live? Was he a hero? 

“I will be when you explain why you just hit me repeatedly.” She crossed her arms over her chest, seemingly cross. 

His eyes widened and he looked around for someone else to agree and call him a life saving hero. Whale Man and Bony Lady looked bewildered, like he had just suddenly sprouted into a fish, instead of saving their dinner mates life.  All across the surrounding tables, he was met with concerned stares and the mortifying sinking feeling that he had completely misread the situation. 

“I- um. I saved you! You were choking! I saved you….. Right?” He dropped his hands from her shoulders, one immediately going to fix itself in his hair, face burning bright red. 

“I wasn’t choking, why did you think I was choking? Are you a doctor?”

He could hear Sirius laughing now. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. “No, just erm- a concerned citizen? Trying to ah, do my civic duty, preventing fish related deaths, I- erm- I’m sorry I really thought you were choking you made like a hacking sound I thought you were dying, I really just wanted to help” he tugged on his hair, averting his eyes to the floor. Not only did he ruin his chance of getting Mystery Woman to fall in love with him but now he has basically assaulted her, dear God he is never going to live this down. 

“That was a laugh.”

His eyes shot up to meet hers, “A what?”

“A laugh. I was laughing.”

“That was not a laugh. That was a deadly sound. Nobody in the world has a laugh that horrible.”

“Hitting me AND insulting me now, wow this is really my lucky day.” 

James’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t even wrap his brain around the fact that he had just insulted her laugh just that this seemingly magnificent girl laughed like THAT. He couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped him. 

“Thats your real laugh? Oh my god I’m so sorry.” 

“Sorry for insulting me or sorry that that's what my laugh sounds like?”

“Erm… both?” 

She giggled then as well, light and small, and very, very different from the choking sound he heard earlier. 

“See!” He pointed at her accusingly, “now that’s a laugh! That sound before was a dying bird and I won’t have you tell me otherwise.”

“Well,” her eyebrows lowered and she leaned in a little conspiratorially, whispering her next words, “the joke wasn’t actually very funny. I suppose my fake laugh may need a little more work before I attempt to use it so publicly again.” 

The two shared a grin and wow was he screwed. 

“You know,” he leaned in again, “I’ve been told all my laughs are top notch, fake and real, and if you were every interested in some tutoring, I suppose I could-”

“Ahem,” Whale Man cleared his throat again, “If you’re done disrupting our evening, I would very much like to return to my meal.” An apology on the tip of James’s tongue when he was cut off by Whale Man continuing to blabber, “Honestly, the heathens they allow to enter this establishment. Absolutely zero respect. Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners? Of course you attract this sort” The last words were directed to Mystery Woman and all the desire to apologize to Whale Man disappeared immediately. It wasn’t her fault he was an idiot who started hitting her. 

He was prepared to say just that, and apologize to Mystery Woman, when she cut him off herself.

“Now you listen here, Vernon-” Mystery Woman began, red anger creeping up her neck.

“Lily, honestly,” Bony Lady cut in, “Just sit down and let's finish our meal and go, you’ve made enough of a scene.” Bony Lady’s tone was low, but sharp and cutting and seemed to send a shiver down Mystery Woman’s - or was it Lily?- spine. 

He had a feeling she would have kept going, but also had a burning desire to run from Bone Lady’s eyes. It felt like they were piercing straight through him. 

“I’m sorry,” he started loudly, one hand back in his hair, eyes quickly finding those incredible green ones, “I’m truly sorry for interrupting your meal and um hitting you and insulting you. Truthfully, you’re just spectacularly gorgeous and I thought you were choking and kind of lost my head a bit, I suppose,” his eyes averted quickly at that admission, missing the way hers started to fill with mirth and eyebrows began to creep up. “I’ll leave you to your meal.” 

He turned on his heel and returned back to his table, picking his chair off the ground and sitting, adamantly avoiding eye contact with his friends. He felt her eyes burning into his neck and stared determinedly down at his fork. 

“So you’ve gone crazy,” Sirius states, matter of factly with a shit eating grin, “that’s fun.”

“I thought she was choking,” he murmured under his breath. 

“What was that, James? Couldn’t quite hear you. Speak up now or one of us will have to beat it out of you.” Peter could barely finish his sentence before him and Sirius began to guffaw obnoxiously.  Even Remus was chuckling. 

James groaned and covered his eyes with his hands. “Can we please just go, I will pay double if they bring the check right now.”

“Oh Jamie dear, why the rush?” Sirius tutted, “We ordered desert while you were busy saving lives! We wouldn’t dream of leaving before Pete gets his birthday desert!” 

Muttering “tossers” under his breath, James set his jaw and raised his eyes to meet his friends, and not to look past Remus’s ear to Mystery Woman again. 

By the time desert had arrived, James had been properly roasted by his mates about twelve times over and they had slowly moved onto other topics, all being other times James made a fool of himself in public. Sirius had just left for the restroom leaving Peter with the task of making James’s life hell.

Peter was just getting into the climax of his own personal favorite James humiliation tale, the Koi Pond Incident of ‘09, when James’s bite of tiramisu was interrupted by a light slapping against his back. 

He spluttered and coughed grossly, ready to whip around and smack Sirius, assuming it was him, when he felt hot breath on his ear and a flash of red in his peripheral and completely froze.

“You alright there? Wouldn’t want you to choke. Just being a concerned citizen and all.” She murmured into his ear, teeth centimeters away from nipping it.

He turned to face her, gaping at her sudden closeness to find her smirking face mere inches away from his own. 

“Thanks for that,” he croaked. 

“Of course, always on the lookout. Doing my civic duty,” she winked. She winked. What the hell did that mean, oh my god, this woman would be the death of him. 

“Here,” she pressed a slip of paper into his hand. “Just in case you want to stop me from choking at dinner another night too.” And then she winked again, spun on her heel, red hair whipping him in the face and left with another tinkling laugh. James stared dumbly down at the numbers on the paper, memorizing them immediately.

“Holy fuck, James. What was that?” Pete stared at James’s dumbfounded face. Sirius chuckled lightly from behind him, apparently having returned in time to watch the entire exchange. 

“That, my friend,” Sirius clapped a hand down harshly onto James’s shoulder, “may have just been the future Mrs. Potter.”

[settersloveletters]

hello hellooo!! i literally love ur blog so mf much, can i pls request some yummy angst w a fluffy ending w tsukki and kenma 🥺? where their s/o feels jealous n insecure maybe about another girl and when they bring it up they end up having a huge fight ?

— you’re great; oneshot

a/n: okay,, i only wrote tsukki’s right now and i’ll get to kenma’s soon but i really wanted to post this tonight so i hope that’s okay >_< also idk how to write angst so i’m sorry if this doesn’t pull your heartstrings ;w;

oh i also started to write in proper grammar and not all lowercase ehehe

➳ request: s/o insecure abt another girl + angst + big fight with tsukki and kenma

➳ pairing: tsukishima x f!reader

➳ genre: angst, fluffy at the end

➳ word count: 1.9k

➳ admin: kiri ♡

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

You continued to tap the top end of your pencil against your desk, leaning your head against the palm of your hand as you glared at the familiar blonde across the room. You and Tsukishima Kei had been an item for almost a year now, and you couldn’t be happier. That is, until your homeroom teacher assigned a project that required everyone to be in pairs.

“Earth to (Y/N),” Hitoka Yachi, your assignment partner and best friend, waved her hand in front of your face. “You’re gonna get wrinkles on your forehead if you keep glaring at Tsukishima-kun and Akari-san.”

“I am not glaring at them.” You scoff, leaning back against your chair and folding your arms over your chest.

“(Y/N) you shouldn’t be worried about anything,” Yachi responded, “Tsukishima-kun only has eyes for you.”

You blew your bangs out of your face in frustration as you turned towards the window. You knew that you shouldn’t be worrying over this trivial matter, but the fact that your boyfriend was spending most of his time with the most popular girl — also dubbed at the most prettiest — in your year bothered you.

“Doesn’t help that Kei’s partners with Akari-san.” You argue back. Akari Hana was the girl that every guy dreamed about. Smart, athletic, pretty. You were insecure enough. When you compare yourself to Akari you could find so many flaws in you and so many perfections in her. It didn’t help that your last boyfriend — which was back in junior high — broke up with you for a girl similar to Akari.

As the bell rang, signaling that school was over, you gathered your things into your school bag and was about to head over to Tsukki when you stopped. You watched as your boyfriend — without glancing at you — made his way out the class. Still talking to Akari. You purse your lips and gripped the strap of your bag.

It’s okay. You were fine.

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The rest of the week remained just like that. Tsukki only offering you good morning texts and a peck on the cheek when he sees you, before making his way to Akari. Again. Every time you tried to talk to, or approach Tsukki he would brush you off before he ran off to Ms. Popularity.

You told yourself that it was fine, and that they were only spending that much time together for the sake of the project. However you started to notice how much closer the two started to get. Every time you see either of them, the other is right beside them. Even as you went to the volleyball club’s practice after school, you stopped yourself from entering the gym as you saw Akari watching from the sides. You turned right around and went home. The only text you got from Tsukki was him asking where you were, to which you replied saying you weren’t feeling well.

[5:43] my little tsun-chan: hey why didn’t you come to practice today?

[5:50] you: i went home, wasn’t feeling well

[6:00] my little tsun-chan: dumbass, you gotta take better care of yourself

You tossed your phone to the side and pressed your face into your pillow. Kei you idiot.

Friday finally came around and you couldn’t be more relieved. Friday was the day you and Tsukki held your weekly movie nights. One of the days that left a special place in your heart. You smiled as you made your way to school, knowing that this was one day that Akari Hana couldn’t take Tsukki away.

“Oh sorry (Y/N),” Tsukki looked at you. You found him underneath a tree out in the school yard. You assumed that he was waiting for you, however that wasn’t the case. “Hana-san and I were gonna finish the assignment today.”

“But we always have movie nights Fridays.” You furrow your eyebrows. “We’ve never missed one unless you have a game.”

“Well yeah, but this is for school and Hana-san is busy over the weekend so we only have today to finish.” Tsukki pulled out his phone.

“Hana-san? Since when have you started calling her by her first name?”

“I forgot, but she’s the one who insisted and I didn’t really care.” Tsukki replied, not sparing you any glacé.

“You and Akari-san have gotten a lot closer huh?” You bite your lip, your throat starting to hurt.

“Well yeah, we’re partners of course.”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with her too. We’ve barely talked to each other this whole week” You brought your gaze downwards, whispering the last sentence.

“(Y/N), don’t you think you’re overreacting?” Tsukki, rolled his eyes, finally looking at you.

“Is it my fault that I’m worried? Probably.” You bite your lip harder. “Akari-san’s amazing though. She’s pretty, smart, talented and athletic.”

“Yeah she’s all of those things. But you’re great too (Y/N).”

“Just great… That makes me feel better.” You laugh bitterly.

Just hearing Tsukki say stuff like it wasn’t a big deal, affected you a lot. You started to remember this exact scenario happening back in your last year of junior high. Where you confronted your current boyfriend at the time and asked him about a girl in your grade that all the guys fawned over. If you weren’t already insecure the words that he said raised the bar.

“She’s just amazing. From her face to her personality. But you’re great too (Y/N).”

But you’re great too (Y/N). But you’re great too (Y/N). But you’re great too (Y/N).

You could feel some tears welling up in your eyes as you remember that phrase, “You seem like you like Akari-san a lot.”

“What are you jealous?” He smirks.

“Do you think this is a joke?” You can see a figure out of the corner of your eye. Glancing towards the side you see Akari Hana walking out of the school doors looking around for Tsukki.

“Okay Hana-san and I need to finish our assignment. When you’ve gotten over your unnecessary jealousy, I’ll text you.” He started to walk towards Akari.

“You know what. I’m done Tsukishima.” You dig your nails into your hand. “If you think Akari is all that, you might as well go out with her.”

Tsukki turns around at your statement, “What? (Y/N) what are you even saying?” He touches your wrist.

“NO! Don’t touch me!” You yell, shrinking away from his touch. “Just go to Akari. I’m done Tsukishima.”

You turn away and run off to your house.

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You spend your weekend locked up in your room, eating ice cream and chips while reading sad fanfiction to soothe your aching heart. Tsukki tried calling you after you ran home, and even sent multiple texts. But you just brushed it off, putting your phone on do not disturb as to not disrupt your reading.

When Sunday came around, your heart hurt just more than it had been. It was your one year anniversary with Tsukki. Or it would’ve been. You covered yourself with your blankets as you hugged your stuffed animal. You gave up reading on fanfics and decided to just lay there, staring off into space. You enjoyed the quietness.

“(Y/N)-CHAN!” Your bedroom door was slammed open, surprising you from the sudden loud noise. You looked up to see Yachi standing in the doorway. “I’m here to take you out because you’ve been stuck inside all weekend.”

“Yachi please no,” You groan, pulling the covers over your head. “Just let me wither away in my sadness.”

“Nope it’s almost 6 and you’ve spend the entire day inside, now get up and get in the shower.” Yachi replied, grabbing the covers off of you.

Groaning once again, you begrudgingly made your way to your bathroom knowing that you couldn’t argue your way out of this. Stepping back into your room, wrapped in your towels you see Yachi sitting on your bed, texting away on her phone.

“Who’re you texting?”

“Huh? Oh, just Hinata-kun don’t worry.” Yachi says, placing her phone down on your bed. “You’re wearing that by the way.”

She points to a yellow sundress covered in a floral pattern laid out on your bed. Letting out a sigh, you grab the dress and head back into your bathroom to change. After fixing yourself up, You and Yachi head downstairs. Reaching the final step you hear a knock at your door which leaves you confused. Looking back at Yachi, she shrugs her shoulders at you.

Opening the door, you come face-to-face with the person you’d least expect to show up. “What’re you doing here.”

At your door stands Tsukki, in a pair of khaki coloured pants and a navy blue polo shirt. He was holding a bouquet of flowers as he darted his eyes everywhere, except your own eyes.

“I–uh,” Tsukki, sighed and finally looked at you. “(Y/N), please let me explain everything.”

“I’m supposed to be going out with Yachi right now.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Actually (Y/N), Hinata-kun texted me and needs my help with Kageyama-kun.” Yachi speaks up, “I gotta go but I’ll talk to you later!”

The blonde girl heads out the door before you could say anything and you’re left alone with Tsukki. The two of you fall into uncomfortable silence, something that hasn’t happened between you in awhile.

“(Y/N)–“ Tsukki starts to say, but you cut him off before anything.

“As much as I don’t wanna talk to you, I’ll give you 10 minutes.”

“I need 30 minutes.”

Your mouth gapes open, “30 minutes, Tsukishima–“

“Please, (Y/N).” He pleaded.

“Fine.”

After a long walk in silence, the sun had started to set that an orange hue was left in the sky. Tsukishima led you to a small park away from the houses and roads. From a distance you could see small little lights littering the ground. As you got closer, you realized that the little lights littering the ground were candles. Candles that led to a small gazebo where a table setting was set up in the middle.

“Tsukishima what is this?” You asked as he pulled out your chair for you to sit.

“This is what me and Han- Akari-san had been planning.” Tsukki reveals.

“Akari-chan?”

“All that time her and I have been spending, she’s been helping me plan this for our one year.”

Your eyes widen at his confession. You suddenly feel stupid for thinking the things you thought. You felt stupid for thinking that Tsukishima would ever be like your ex-boyfriend. You just felt stupid.

“I–“ You don’t even know what to say.

“No don’t you dare apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry for just edging you on like that. I just made things worse.” Tsukki took your hands in his. “I have no idea how to express how I’m feeling without being sarcastic. And I hurt you. But I swear to you (Y/N), I love you and I will always love you.”

You could feel the tears coming up in your eyes, but you feel Tsukki’s calloused fingers wipe them away. “I’m sorry for acting so jealous and insecure. And for jumping to conclusions.”

Tsukki shakes his head. “Let’s just put this behind us.” He leans in and places a kiss on your forehead showing his affection.

Your relationship stood strong ever since.

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[Behind the Scenes]

(Y/N): wait a minute did yachi have a hand in this too? Is that why she came to my house and got me to get ready?

Tsukki: maybe

(Y/N): wait is that hinata and yachi… and akari-san in those bushes??

three heads pop up before the three run off

[hitsuackerman]

What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.11

a/n: this nothing but pure self indulgent fluff :3 hope ya’ll like it <3 also apologies if its a bit late xD i just woke up since we don’t have work today!

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @awings​ @simpformiya​ @sayakaaaaaa​ @colorseeingchick​ @demursv1ogs​ @chrisrue15​ @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i can’t tag some of you :( huhu )

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 12

“Bokuto-san!” Akaashi set the ball towards the beefy boy. It had already been a few minutes and he was sure Bokuto was already riled up and ready to redeem himself. None of them were expecting him to unleash his emo mode during practice time. “It’s all yours.”

With such excellent form, Bokuto cross spiked the ball and won his side of the court a set. The three man block across from him nodded and cheered for him. Behind his back, Akaashi gave the signal to Konoha, Washio, and Haruki to further lighten his mood. That had to be the most half assed ‘Hey Hey Hey’ you’ve heard in a while.

It had been a very good four months since the kiss. Your relationship with Akaashi was still kept lowkey, but both of you chose that path. Some of the members were starting to doubt while the two managers still had to break your defense. None of them succeeded. It reached the point that things were beginning to become an inside joke. Who among the team would break the wall and finally get the answers they wanted?

Handing his water bottle, Akaashi brushed his finger against yours. Lingering his gaze with yours for a few seconds, your breath still hitches when he sets his eyes on you. With each player now sipping on bottles and wiping their sweat, you sat down beside your man and silently activated your quirk.

His body was hot from the rigid training but he somehow developed the sense of when you would use your quirk on him. Feeling the heat being pulled away, he let out a long sigh and felt his energy levels rising up. The others began to wonder whether or not the both of you were doing outside club activities that decreased his recovery time.

Now that practice was over, all of you now bid goodbyes and walked your way back home. Hand in hand, Akaashi and you went over the day's events.

“You’ve been getting better at your sets, Akaashi~”

“It still needs a bit more timing. Bokuto-san’s sets are getting better but I still have to adjust a bit more for Washio-san.” You had also taken note just how harsh he was on himself. Reminding him that he always did a great job, he squeezed your hand and pulled you closer.

As for your quirk, you always took note of its presence. Despite kissing him as often as you could, being more touchy, and intimate, it was still at 35%. Though, you were using it less and less as the days passed by. Most of the time, you would use it on Akaashi to let him recover more. It amazed you that on days you let him recover on his own, there were no changes and almost as if his body adjusted to your quirks constant use.

By now, you were used to living in this dimension. Adjustments were quick and you even found time to hang out with Asami and Akiko. O-mother now held on to a great piece of your heart and you even began to exchange ‘Love you’s every now and then.

Life is peaceful. That’s what you told yourself.

The only stress you got were during games but it was all worth it when you saw just how well your boys cooperated.

“Lost in thought again?” Akaashi cut your nostalgic trip. “Is everything okay?”

“Better than okay.” Hopping a bit to kiss his cheek, you adored how his cheeks slowly formed a blush. He really is beautiful. And that small smile that only you saw? Swoon. “Akaashi?”

“(l/n)?”

“Are we…” You knew you would sound desperate but it was something you needed to know and be sure of. “Are we dating?”

“Do you need verbal assurance?” He stopped walking and held your shoulders. Making you speechless was as easy as ever. It was your turn to blush and he loved it. “Be my hero?”

“Akaashiii~” You playfully punched his chest earning a small chuckle.

“Alright. Be mine, (y/n)?” He held cupped both cheeks till your lips were now pouting. “Though I know it’s four months too late to ask…”

Nodding happily at the assurance, you held his hands and happily accepted his lips. It was a short peck but still enough to send the butterflies in your stomach to rave. When he let go of your face, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he around your waist. Lifting you up, he began to walk as you giggled in the crook of his neck, your legs swaying side to side.

Arriving at your houses, Akaashi now opened the door for you and still chose not to let go of your hand. A minuscule pout was visible and that made your heart melt.

“Akaashi~ You’ll see me tomorrow.” Taking a step forward, you felt his fingers lacing with yours. “We can still exchange paper airplanes before we sleep, okay?”

“Fine.” Leaning down to kiss your cheeks, Akaashi made sure to kiss your knuckles as well. “See you later, (y/n).”

Never in your life did you hear your name sound like such a guilty pleasure. Losing your balance a bit, Akaashi was ready to catch you but you regained composure and cleared your throat. This man knew you were weak and took advantage of it. Of course, you didn’t mind.

“I’ll see you later, Keiji~” Whooh even saying his name made you turn into a tomato.

Squeezing your hand before letting go, he still bowed before taking his leave. When the door lock clicked, you buried your face in your palms and let out an inhumane noise that caught the attention of your o-mother.

“I’m assuming ya’ll are dating?” She slapped your back harshly. A cheeky grin resting on her face. “Don’t deny it honey. Your face says it all. C’mon, into the dining room you go.”

Dragging you by the arm, you were now seated with a tub of ice cream. Imaginary flowers floating behind her as she began to shower you with questions.

“Are you guys dating? I heard you two calling each other by your names.”

“Yeah~” You shoved a spoonful of ice cream. Brainfreeze meant nothing to you with your quirk.

“Since now?”

“I guess four months ago.”

“AHH!!” She slammed her palm on the table. “WHEN HE DROPPED YOU OFF FROM CAMP AND I CRACKED THAT PROTECTION JOKE! Young lady you better have used protection!”

“Ma! We didn’t do anything okay!” Which was true except for the continuous makeout session that followed.

“It’s fine. I mean we are in the new age. And, you're in the age of curiosity so I might as well encourage safety. Unless you want to be on the pill, then we can schedule a doctors appointment to see if you’re safe to take it.”

If that was your real mother, she would choke on the first sentence. There was no way possible for your family to talk about sex ed like that. Not sure how to respond, you gave an awkward smile, nod, and took another spoonful of ice cream.

“Besides, Akaashi-kun is a nice guy. I would be surprised if you didn’t develop feelings for such a gentleman. Both of you did a great job at hiding it though. Four months under the radar? Amazing.” She pinched your cheek and kissed it after. “Clean up when your finished~”

Now that you were finished with everything, you were now preparing pieces of bond paper. The window meetings you two shared was also one of those times you used your quirk. Akaashi always questioned how you managed to send that paper airplane the first time, when he knew about your quirk, he nodded to himself.

Preparing your chair, you watched as he opened his window and waved at you. Preparing to send a plane, you used your quirk and watched as the plane glided through the air and landed on your palm.

‘Coach said there’s no saturday practice.’ He wrote.

Taking your pen, you scribbled down your reply and sent the plane back to him.

‘Are you asking me out, neighbor?’

“If that’s alright with you.” Akaashi said out loud.

What you’d give to go over to his house. Recalling the distance, it was around five meters. Too far to jump and the angle of your windows made things difficult. The boy watched as your eyes began to wander around the environment. When you stared at your palms, he tilted his head, curious to see what you were about to do.

“Do you want me to come over?” Your voice not too loud for the other members of each house to hear.

“Through the front door…?” There was only one possibility his quirkless mind could think of. The scenario of you manipulating the air around you and floating all the way to his window or vice versa. Knowing the nature of your quirk, other things were possible but he still couldn’t comprehend just what you could do.

“Lemme just look up something real quick.” Grabbing your phone, you searched for possible invisible materials or something similar at least. When you landed on one article, you searched for its components and went back to the window. With the lesser amount of usage on your quirk, you were pretty confident that creating something from scratch would be possible. Of course, you’re not Momo but if you tried hard enough, you could make small things.

Akaashi observed as your palms began to glow the brightest he’d ever seen. Squinting his eyes, he could see how the area around your hand was beginning to distort.

“What exactly are you doing, (y/n)?”

“Hush, Keiji.” You were almost done. “You can’t rush perfection… and safety.”

When the glow stopped, you put on a little weight on the small invisible bridge you made. Checking its sturdiness, you concluded that it would hold at most 100kg. Making sure that it wasn’t as narrow, your fingertips felt the invisible floor. One meter was alright.

Climbing out your window, you scanned the houses across and made sure their curtains were drawn. Seeing that things were clear, you began to walk. Akaashi’s face was full of questions. Reaching out his window, he felt something solid but his eyes couldn’t see. Looking closer, he could see how the edges seemed to be reflecting light.

Extending a hand, Akaashi helped you enter his room.

“I did not really think this through.” You looked at the things in his room. His bed,which you only saw from afar, had black and white sheets. Books were sprawled out on his desk and a volleyball resting underneath. His jersey, which you presumed was newly laundered, was hung on his wall. “Anything PG you wanna do?”

“Nothing comes to mind.” His eyes went back to his window. “Aren’t people going to see that?”

“They won’t. Well if they squint real hard, they might be able to see how the light is being reflected and there’s barely any shadow in a particular area. But, it’s like the Indiana Bones movie? You can see it if you look at it from a particular angle.”

Taking your hand, Akaashi led you to his bed and sat down. He may be calm but his mind was running.

“Did you date anybody in your dimension?” Might as well be blunt about it, he thought.

“It’s rather difficult to date in my world.” You scooted closer and leaned on his shoulder. “Or maybe it was just for my class. A lot of bat shit crazy things happened to my class. We did have crushes tho~”

“Ah.” He remembers. “Hawks? What quirk did he have?”

“Hawks had wings. Like legit red wings that he uses to fly around.” You facepalmed at the memories with the cheeky bird child man. “Hawks was a pro hero and ranked #2.”

“Pro hero?”

“Mhmm. A committee decided that having hero rankings would help heighten security. To be honest, it only amped the competition between heroes. Not the best move on their part.” Glancing at his desk, you saw how he taped the first paperplane you sent to him on his wall. Resting your chin on his shoulder, your faces were now inches apart. From this angle, you saw how his gunmetal eyes bore silver and blue hues. “Can’t help but wonder, what kind of quirk would you have if you lived in my dimension…”

“Those dreams you mentioned a while back,” He inched his face closer. “Were those real?”

“They were.” The tips of your noses were now touching. “Now, tell me. Why is your face impossibly close to mine, Keiji?”

He smirked. Your breath hitched.

“A certain someone initiated something.” His lips brushed yours gently. Staring into your eyes once more, he slowly licked his lips and met yours with his. It was only a peck. A very short one. One that would make you want more, he was sure of it. “You did use a good amount of your quirk right, (y/n)?”

Imitating his action, you clashed your lips with his. Biting on his lower lip before releasing it.

“I did.” Feeling his hands wrap around your waist, you allowed yourself to be pulled by him. Sitting on his lap, you wrapped your arms around his neck and traced his jawline. “My quirk’s been drained real good.”

“I think I can help.” Both of his thumbs now traced small circles on your thighs. Shifting your positions, you saw the world turn into a blur as Akaashi managed to place your body onto his bed. Your head now resting on his pillow that smelled just like him. “Is this okay with you?”

Not bothering to answer, you tangled your fingers through his hair and pulled him in to meet your lips. The whole sensation of having THE prettiest human you’ve ever seen was out of this world, quite literally. Carefully putting his weight on you, Akaashi’s kiss became much deeper. Untangling your fingers from his hair, you found yourself tracing lines on his very toned back. Feeling his muscles flexing, chills ran down your spine when his fingers began to slowly brush your bare waist.

Letting out a shaky breath, you let out a soft moan when his tongue entered your mouth. With your hands now turning numb, you balled your fists and held on to his shirt. What you’d give to take his shirt off but you still had the decency to think he might not like it.

Biting and sucking on your tongue, Akaashi prepped himself on his elbow and saw just how much of a mess you were. Red cheeks, eyes that showed him you wanted more, and labored breathing made him smirk before sofly tracing your jaw. Leaning back down, he admired how you squirmed underneath him when he began to kiss your neck.

“How’s your quirk?” He asked in between kisses.

“Let me check.” You smirked when he rested on his elbows to see what you were about to do. Twirling your finger, you heard the faint click of the locks. “I think it’s charged pretty good.”

Lifting his body, you observed as he reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Bending a bit to kiss your knuckles, Akaashi smiled and let go of your hand. Your eyes widened when he pulled his shirt off.

“Holy smokes…” Clenching your fists, you tried to control the glow your palms were emitting. How does your quirk manage to expose your feelings when you're flustered but not when you're scared to death when you're fighting villains? Tracing the cuts of his body with your eyes, you sent out a silent prayer to the meat gods for the sight. When he leaned back in, just inches away from your face, you bit your lip.

“It was getting hot.” Akaashi kissed your cheek. “You okay, (y/n)?”

“I mean… a very pretty setter is on top of me, and shirtless too, my quirk is exposing me, we’re having a make out session, and I’m in your room?” You pinched his cheek. “Nothing can top this~”

Turning to his side, you were now resting your head on his arm as he draped his other one on your waist. Yawning, you hugged him and the both of you tangled your legs.

“Are you getting sleepy?” Akaashi whispered.

“A bit.” Your eyes were getting heavier. Just as you were about to sit up, you were pulled back into his arms.

“You can stay, you know. You can cross the bridge of shame in the morning.” Kissing your forehead, you let out a small and contented hum. Watching how you raised your arm and snapped your finger, he had to admire how easy everyday things were if you had a quirk. Amused at your little stunt, he felt giddy when you hugged him once more. “What was that for?”

“I turned my lights off.”

“Think you can turn off mine?” It didn’t even take a second. His lights were now off. Closing his eyes, Akaashi felt content being able to sleep beside you. Just as he was about to doze off, his eyes shot back open. Nudging you a bit, he gave out a small warning. “Bokuto-san might call in the middle of the night. Just don’t mind it if my voice is too loud. It usually lasts 2 to 3 minutes max.”

Nodding, Akaashi finally relaxed and went to sleep.

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a/n: told ya’ll its pure fluff xD i hope yall are liking the chapters :) if you have any questions, clarifications, or anything you wanna tell me, feel free to ask :) and yes, Akaashi’s lineup is open as always :)

[lemonietrinket]

Broken Crown ||| Prince!San x Reader

Summary: San receives a present from the leader of his kingdom’s governing body that turns his life upside down, and not for the better. His only comfort in life has been you, and now that comfort is being taken away from him. Genre: angst, bits of fluff with a happy ending  Warning(s): big sad, description of an item of clothing thrown out of frustration (not at or in front of anyone, there is no one nearby at the time); foul language (2x f**k) Word Count: 3037 Song(s): Ambience AN: well im here hurting myself with this... hope its not too angsty anon (i cant find your ask tho idk where its gone) happy (slightly late) birthday to my boi san! :))

fem!reader royalty au

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Rocks sank to the bottom of his stomach as San’s entire body flushed ice cold, and then fire hot. Eyes unblinking he peered round at the sea of smiles, their sincerity leaving him reeling. It was as if his head had been submerged in a pool of twilight sea water, the sun’s warmth leaving it lukewarm and dark, forcing his eyes to sting and glaze without even his full knowledge.

It wasn’t until he spotted the widened eyes of his cousin, far down at the other end of the table, that he realised something was wrong. 

“Oh I can’t wait to see the two of them down the aisle!” 

“She’s a real catch, Sannie! You’re so lucky!”

“Aww, look, he’s so overcome with emotion he’s—!”

“Oh my baby is growing up so fast!”

The world span and words merged into one inconceivable mass as San turned. A thick silence permeated his mind, flooding it with nothing but heaviness; the sound of his fleeing footsteps, the echo of confusion behind him, even his own heartbeat—all swallowed up.  The only thing that pierced it was a high tone clatter, accented by a delicate crack and the shattering of glass. 

Tripping up the stairs, his ankle twinging as he went, he broke through the doors to his room, where he came to an abrupt stop. The doors slammed behind him out of the sheer power he’d shoved them open, and as the adrenaline began to phase his brain back into control, he stood heaving.  While fury flourished through his chest, gentle caresses graced his cheeks, painting them flushed when the two met at his throat. The unstoppable heat met numbing cold, and it was as if his throat became carved of hot stone. He was teetering on the edge of screaming, but having silenced himself, all he felt was the urgent threat of bursting. 

Seeing no way out through his lips, his hands began wrenching off his numerous layers of clothing. The heat was too much to handle, yes, but feeling the silk burn through his fingers, and then watching the embroidered jewels scarper across the room as he flung them was a release in itself. Enough of one to allow the ice to cascade through him. 

A shallow, creaking breath poured from him as he frantically followed where his coat had gone. Chewing on his lips, his hands felt around the fabric, still intact minus a few embellishments that had been torn off in his outburst. 

No no... no no no...!

His gaze darted across the varnished crystalline floor, desperate to catch a glint, a twine of thread. With the quartz patterning blurring and yet somehow shining as if possessed, he had no clue if the words were coming from him out loud or were just in his head. There was no way for him to be sure, as days prior everything that had coalesced in a matter of seconds had been nothing more than a nightmare.

Tears trapped themselves between his eyelashes, leaving the world around him in the state of a dream, until he finally gave in. Wiping his eyes  with the side of his fist, clenched and weakening, he sucked in air carefully. It felt too humid in his lungs and did little to quell the urge to succumb completely, but it was enough to hold it down for just a few more moments. And peaking up between his fallen fringe, that was all he needed.

He threw himself at the doors to the balcony, hands tugging at the handles until they finally broke open, and the outside greeted him.

It was an abrupt change, freezing wind slapping him in the face and grasping at every inch of bare and clothed skin it could get its hands on, but he could breathe.  The shock stunted the tears long enough for him to clear his eyes properly, his murky salmon dress shirt—too loose to actually be comfortable and yet still restrictive at the shoulders firmly placing it as his least favourite piece of clothing he was routinely told to wear—finally serving a purpose he agreed with.

The heels of his palms collided with the stone balcony and sent a small hum of pain through his throat, though he paid no mind to it. His attentions were much more focused elsewhere—that being scouring the gardens below, the canopies of the trees beyond, and finally the lights of the city in the further distance. To his annoyance the damp air, enrolled to be the welcome mat for an oncoming storm, decided to shirk its duties and mess with his hair enough so he couldn’t see. Though what shook him up even more and truly beckoned the suffocating feeling to return was the absence of your silhouette. 

It took all the willpower in him left to resist calling your name into the dark. As time went on however, the more he began to worry that he wouldn’t even be able to anymore, if he could. Becoming frantic, he slapped his hand against the stone and cursed. Once then twice, and then again and again until he slumped over the edge. The stone dug into his rib cage, leaving him even shorter of breath than he already was.  He let his eyes fall closed, a whimper leaving his lips, leading him to press them straight and firm. San needed to stay together in one piece, and with the cold bringing an onslaught of reality checks in his head, the more he realised he needed to not behave any worse. But his tether was running short.

Luckily, the respite arrived in a matter of moments, and though they may have felt like hours, the ache of waiting soon washed away as warmth reached his side upon the balcony, and the scent of the wild world below was brought to him. 

Despite your hands being carved from days of work you always held him so tenderly, as if never wanted to let him go—and for once, not in a precious gem kind of way, but more in the sense of a memory. A story from years before that never failed to bring a smile to your face. One that meant nowhere else felt like home but with him. 

He didn’t really know how you got up onto his balcony, without alerting the guards or making the slightest of noises. Nor did he know truly where you were from. It wasn’t like you hadn’t told him—oh, he’d asked you about your life thousands of times and you’d complied in answering every single time with a content smile on your lips—it was just that he had no context to it. You told him of the streets and the lamp-lights, the cheers of the evening and cries of the night, the merchants and the bakeries and the patrols barely on watch, the docks and the promises it held of the future, a new world. But San had never been, so how could he ever fully understand and know of your past, when he knew very little outside his own upbringing? These were the things he lamented when the moon began to sink and you ushered him to finally rest, pointing out that he was moping again.

Your voice was as gentle then as it was now minus the mischievous tones, pressing hushes into his messy hair at your jaw while you cradled him to your chest. 

“Shh, my love, it’s ok. Everything’s ok.”

Hands clutching at your leather jacket, ribbed with gashes that even you couldn’t place, he let himself relax. In your arms, his sobs spilled out so much quieter than they had done before, and his shaking slowly came to an end when they could have easily continued long into the night.  Sat upon the stone floor with you, his problems seemed to drift away. He almost wished you weren’t as sensible sometimes, and that you’d let them pass. That way he could stay there in silence wit you for longer, just listening to the beat of your heart and how it aligned with his. 

It couldn’t happen however, he had to face the consequences at some point, and when you slowly lifted his head to meet your gaze, he knew there was little he could do about it. 

Your motions were met with a disgruntled pout as the boy you fell in love with—now old enough to rule a kingdom without an Aide—wiped his eyes and blinked at you, happy to wordlessly pretend that none of that had happened. 

“Happy birthday, Your Highness,” you teasingly greeted, cupping his hallow cheeks so you could trace shapes into his temple. Your face instantly fell when his did, however, and you realised that you’d struck a nerve. “Sannie, what’s happened? I haven’t seen you this upset in months.”

His gaze dropped as his head did. Your hand didn’t chase him, instead you settled it upon his own, balled between you against the floor. “San?”

“She promised me, Y/N,” he finally began, swallowing thickly, “she promised me and she broke it in a day. It meant nothing to her.”

“Her?” you enquired. “Your mother?”

He shook his head languidly and you could feel his fingers tense between yours. “The Chair. The Chair—she promised my status would be nowhere in any agreement in the trade talks and the—she fucking lied! Next week—with all fucking expenses paid for by the government no less—I... she—a-and she did it on my birthday! Told it to me now, gave it to me as a gift, so now there is absolutely no way I can refuse her! She did this on purpose, Y/N, she knows what she’s doing, she wants me over there for something and I... I don’t want to play her... her games—!”

“Hey, hey, it’s ok,” you breathed, stroking his white knuckles, “take it easy. What did she do, San? What’s happening next week, where are you going?”

“I’m getting married.”

His abrupt words stunned you into a paralysis. No breath left your lungs, there was no flicker of your fingers. It was like you became a statue. 

“She’s married me off, Y/N. To this princess from Lontaiko no less. I won’t be here after it, I’ll move away, and then I’ll be completely at her mercy.” San glanced up at you, meeting your glazed stare with a sigh ridden with guilt—as if he had any choice in the circumstances. The sight of you without your smile was enough to make his heart sink, and so witnessing the colour drain from your cheeks and your touch go limp forced him to blink back tears once again. 

He pulled your rigid hand to his lips and planted a kiss to your fingers. It brought you back to reality, throat dry and eyes wet, but his touches left your heart aching, his wound now a part of you too. And it tore your heart gradually apart, one thread at a time. 

“Why?” you finally managed, gripping onto his hands almost as desperately as he’d done before. 

He spat a laugh of disbelief. “’Peace’, she said. ‘Peace’.”

You scoffed a weak laugh, hiding your face within the shadows cast from soft candlelight behind. San didn’t let you go, his lips soft at your skin, trying to stay strong and encourage you that it would all be fine but you could feel in the caution of his movements that he didn’t believe it either. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, “I’m sorry I didn’t put up more of a fight, I don’t want this, I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to be king—”

“I love you,” you finally whispered, words fragile and very nearly swept by the wind. 

His lips fell still. It was far from the first time you had told him, as every time the moonlight shone upon the two of you, the words kissed the night. Now, however, was different. Seeing you so curled in on yourself reminded him of the first time you had confessed to him. 

A few nights had passed without a single flicker of your silhouette, no curl of the blossoms and brine that melded with you. He’d let it slip first, all doe-eyed and lips pursed amongst multitudes of pillows, waiting for his first kiss that you would bestow upon him. You had rushed an apology, brushing your lips against his forehead in a promise before fleeing.  Every time the moon then rose he waited while dread trickled through his veins, until you finally returned. Your voice seemingly stolen and hands wrung together, gemstone eyes avoiding his at every cost while you waited on the wrong side of the balcony. You’d given him such a fright when he finally spotted you through the bronze embroidered windows—the first time because he couldn’t tell it was you, the second because you could have slipped and fell at any moment, perched where you were.

As soon as he joined you outside, he’d rambled about how worried he had been, not even trying to temper his volume. 

You’d interjected him suddenly, “Can I kiss you properly?” 

He’d been silenced immediately. And then between a small scowl, a pout and the puffing of his cheeks, he’d huffed, “Yes.”

You hadn’t relaxed until he’d held you, lips meeting in the golden haze of the torches that danced with the silver of a crescent moon. 

It pained him to see you in such a way now, for all the wrong reasons. Reasons that couldn’t be helped, he reminded himself, his thoughts possessing a snarl and leaving the pit of his stomach broiling, nothing can ever be done... right...?

Shifting his weight, he raised himself so he was even with you, before at last holding you close. Your hands sprung into action to clutch at his back as he did so, your head nestling into his shoulder while your breaths became shallow. Nose pressed into your hair, he kissed your head as you begged him, “Please don’t leave me, San. Please, please don’t leave me.”

His eyes narrowed as he stared at his bedroom. The grandiose sweeping canopies of his bed curtains, light peach and without a speck of dirt. The hard floor that was always cold to his bare feet without fail, and too hard to welcome him home after a long day of duties. The emptiness of the room’s vast expanse, adorned with nothing but elegant plants twisted around veiled sticks to force them to grow how the keepers’ wished.  His eyes changed focus then, coming to glare at the dull reflection in the glass. The faded lines of his hands stroking your back, his intense expression, all stared right back at him, as if in challenge.

And something inside him snapped.

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

Upon the day of the wedding, after a week of flurried throngs of people and preparations being made, just after the clock chimes sang for seven o’clock, a single member of staff sped through the long corridors to the palacekeep at the very end. Minutes later, he marched with her in tow through to the King’s bedroom, where they found the monarch working at his desk, a bright grin upon his face.

At exactly 7:08, as the sun beamed down upon the kingdom of Silarrean—nestled between the rises of two valleys, neighbour to the realm of Lontaiko— the King fainted. 

When the shadows of the sundials met the halfway mark for that same hour, those same persons that dotted the palace halls like bees within a hive, made up the crowds of search parties pushed to scour every inch of the city at the castle’s feet. 

Within days, the Silarrean Prince San, who the Chair had announced to all the people was destined to marry the delightful youngest daughter of the Lontaikan royal family, was officially declared missing. The wedding was called off, though the King ordered no cease in the search. 

It would prove null, however. The young prince was long gone.

Not that San knew of any of what was occurring back in the place where he had once lived. He could imagine it happening though, the images in his mind that hazy vivid that always accompanied him when he let his mind wander upon things he’d never known.

Leaning out to stare into the distance across the ocean waves, the boat proved to have a balcony of its own. This time though he was on the other side of it, and the correct one too: the one that actually involved living how he wished.  He ran his fingers across the crown between his hands, the edges of silver carved into entwined laurels still sharp, and he knew he couldn’t wait for them to become rounded with age. He found he kept returning to the centrepiece, with its intricate feathers tinged with blue and the cracked azure gemstone in its centre. The split was shaped like a lightning bolt, and it brought a smile to his face, thinking of just how much of an impact he made upon the world around him. It symbolised how he would never return, and that they could neither replace him. He had taken very little with him, but the crown was his birthright, and so he would take it with him, but also leave its life behind. 

Stood by the helm, you watched over him carefully. You would have joined him, but someone needed to steer. The small boat was only a relic, you’d been surprised that it even moved at all. The adrenaline, that had left your heart in your mouth when the rudimentary engine had coughed and spluttered on the night of your grand plan, had long since died down. It remained on the edge of your conscience, ready to cascade through your veins when you needed it. And you were well aware that on the route you were taking through life you were definitely going to need it. Until then though, you relished in the salt of the sea and the calm waters that the rising summer brought for you.

It didn’t matter after all, what would come. You’d find a way, as you were together, and you were both free. 

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an: i feel like this would work better as a longer piece, where the process of the week is followed, with more depth of lore and stuff but ill be honest with you, it took a lot of effort for me to write this in the first place. not because the idea wasnt my thing (far from it—this stuff is my shit) but because my creativity just doesnt like cooperating sometimes.  maybe one day.

also what do you think of my new paragraph break thing? i think its cute. much easier to implement than the photo ones for sure.

all names of places are fictional  

Masterlist

[buckthegrump]

Lifeline - 5

Lifeline (n): a thing on which someone or something depends or which provides a means of escape from a difficult situation. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1777

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, angst, idk morgan being amazing

A/n: ya know i’m the worst at keeping to a schedule so

Three weeks later.

It was cold, too cold. And dark.

The air in the room was still, so still, it was stuffy. It was so hard to breathe in that room but she had to keep breathing. Just in and out.

For a while, she screamed, for help, at her captor, just to make noise but after a while, her throat hurt and there came a time when she opened her mouth to scream but the only thing that came out was a weak croak that was barely loud enough to reach her ears.

Y/n ran her tongue over the fake tooth that she knew held the tracking device. It had become her only source of comfort in the past. . .weeks? Months? She’d lost count of the days, thanks to the lack of windows and schedule. 

It didn’t help that she tried to stay awake as much as possible, but eventually, her body would give up and pass out so she’d lose track of time, not that she had a great grasp on that before.

The only thing that she knew for sure, was that every few hours a man she didn’t recognize would come in and depending on his mood would either just beat her or if he was in a good mood he would gently touch her arms or her cheeks. It was never anywhere else but it still sent a shiver down her spine and she wanted it to stop.

She wanted out. And if her tracker was still in, why was she still here?

Then she heard footsteps. There were just the tiniest bit of lights trickling through the cracks of the door, it was the only time she got any light at all. She looked down at her filthy clothes still in the outfit she’d planned on wearing on her date with Bucky.

Bucky. She wanted to cry at just the thought of him. She often wondered if he thought she’d stood him up, she would’ve. 

How long ago was that?

The only clue she ever got as to how much time had passed since she got here was the incessant grumbling of her stomach. 

The man walked over to where Y/n sat in a chair, arms and legs bound to it and sat down in the chair across from her. He fed her a piece of bread and gave her some water. She could already tell from the way he was feeding her that he wasn’t going to beat her, at least not this visit.

His hazel eyes and clean-shaven face would haunt Y/n for the rest of her days if she were to ever get out of here.

She’d tried asking him why he brought her here during those first few days but he only backhanded her and walked out of the room. Soon she realized that when she asked he wouldn’t feed her and if she was going to fight her way out she needed all the strength she could get, even if her only source of nutrition was a stale piece of white bread. 

She hadn’t asked in a while and she’d already finished her food and water, she could risk it and do it now while he was in a good mood. Or she could wait, but wait for what?

“Why did you take me?” Y/n’s voice was barely above a whisper and it didn’t sound like her, at least not to her own ears. She could feel her mouth moving but the voice the rung through her ears sounded hoarse and battered.

The unnamed man looked at her and tilted his head slightly. He cupped her cheek with his hand and it took everything in her not to flinch away.

“Because,” he said, “You saved me and it was my turn to save you.”

“From what?”

“It doesn’t matter, your safe now and once everything calms down upstairs, we can finally be together.” The smile on his face made Y/n want to puke but she held it together. He got up from his seat and walked back through the door closing it tight and locker her back into the darkness.

* * *

Bucky could tell that Tony was beating himself up about the chip not working. And after weeks of no new leads, Bucky was starting to lose hope. 

The longer it took to find her the less likely she would come back alive.

“Uncle Bucky?” Morgan asked while he was making her pancakes. Both Pepper was trying to coax Tony out of the lab telling him that there was nothing he could do if he didn’t take care of himself.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Is Aunt Y/n gonna come home?” Morgan looked up from her coloring book very briefly to gauge Bucky’s reaction, to his credit the question caught him off guard but he didn’t show it.

“I hope so.”

“Is that why my daddy’s been in the lab a lot lately?” Morgan had gone back to her coloring.

“Yes, he’s just taking it a little hard because the thing he built to make sure that we don’t get lost isn’t working for Y/n.” Bucky flipped the perfectly golden pancake onto a similar looking on that was on a plate and slid it over to Morgan, who abandoned her coloring all together for food.

“Why?” Morgan took the syrup and started drenching her pancakes in it before Bucky reached over and took it away.

“We think she might be too far underground.”

“She’s not in space?”

“If she is Aunt Carol will find her.”

“And destroy the person who took her,” Morgan said and slammed her fist on the counter.

“Ok kid, let's eat the pancakes please.”

Morgan gave him a stink eye, very similar to her fathers but after her pancakes nevertheless. She was over halfway done when she spoke again.

“Uncle Bucky?” 

Bucky had taken to cleaning up the mess and was in the middle of washing the dishes but paused and turned off the faucet to hear the girl.

“Yeah,” he looked at her. Her big brown eyes bore into his blue ones as if she was looking into her soul. He got the feeling that this kid was going to rule the world someday.

“Do you love Aunt Y/n?”

Bucky sighed and gave her a small sad smile. “Yeah, I think I do.”

* * *

Y/n was chastising herself because she was an idiot, well she was going to chalk this whole thing up to being malnourished and tired and not to mention so dirty. Because if she was at full brain capacity she would’ve realized sooner that the reason her tracker wasn’t working was because she was too far underground.

So now she just had to figure out how to get upstairs. How should she play this?

She was in no position to fight her way out and after studying her captor she realized just how built he was and normally she could take him but she was too weak for that right now.

But the least she could do is try to get up closer to the surface. 

Tapping her fingers against the metal of the chair she waited. Waited for the time to pass and prayed to whatever higher power there was that her abductor was in a good mood when he came back, not only because she needed to get out of this room but because he’d just beaten her the last time he was there.

Apparently, luck was on her side or she needed to start going to church because when he came back he was in a good mood. And she couldn’t be sure but it seemed like it was the best time to execute her plan.

“I know it’s a lot to ask,” she whispered in the stranger’s voice, “But can I use the bathroom?”

The man chewed on his bottom lip. Before he could give an answer Y/n continued.

“I promise I won’t try anything and you can even keep my hands tied I just-  I would like to use the bathroom and maybe wash my hands?”

The man let out a sigh and got down on his knees and started to undo her restraints. Y/n wanted to kick him in the face when one of her legs were finally free but that wasn’t the point of this. 

It was her unofficial superpower, reading people and being able to get what she wanted. Although Sam often joked that the only person she was never able to read was Bucky to which Steve would counter it was because she had emotional stakes in being wrong. But she couldn’t think about them right now, she needed to focus.

“I’m going to blindfold you though,” he told her before he released her hands.

“Ok,” Y/n agreed without hesitation. She didn’t need her hands all she needed was out of this goddamn space. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a rag and tied it around her eyes.

Her body was shaking when he undid her hand restraints and helped her to her feet. He guided her up the stairs and even though she was blindfolded, she could tell it got brighter. He only removed the blindfold when she was in the bathroom.

“Don’t try anything,” he warned and she nodded. After studying her a moment longer, he shut the door. 

Y/n looked at herself in the mirror and instantly wished she hadn’t. Her face looked lifeless and her eyes? Her eyes looked empty and void. She pushed herself away from the sink and looked out the very small window she would never be able to fit through. Outside. They were on the coastline. 

She must not have been as far underground as she thought but there was something about that room that blocked the signal but it didn’t matter. She’d been out of the room long enough now for the signal to go through. She hoped.

* * *

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Tony snapped his head up and looked at the computer screen. That alert meant that there was a signal from Y/n’s tracker. And sure as day there it was right there on the coast of Massachusetts, a dot where Y/n supposedly was.

“FRIDAY get a lock on that signal and send the coordinates to the jet,” Tony yelled afraid that the dot would disappear as quickly as it had appeared.

“Already done boss,” the AI responded.

Tony ran down as quickly as he could to the common room where Bucky and Sam were entertaining Morgan.

“I found her.” And for the first time in weeks, Bucky felt hope.

[ain-t-bovvered]

Much ado about Destiel

A/N :  Nat’s @purpleskiesandcherrypies challenge got me to write Destiel again, it’s been so long since I did that so....heck yeah. 

And yes I’m a day late....I KNOW.

thank you to @waywardbaby again because she is the one that gets all my messy thoughts. 

my prompt was :  “You two are lucky you have your looks.”

Summary : My modern take on my favourite Shakespeare’s comedy, much ado about nothing. 

Pairing and characters: Dean x newly Human!Castiel , Reader and Sam

Warnings : not really...but it’s funny ( i hope) and mostly Sam and reader being meddling little shits.

a/n 2 : this is unbetaed so yeah....it could be a hot mess or not idk I’m pretty tired it’s 2 am.

The air is full of tension.

My eyes search Sam’s from the other side of the table.

The little shit he’s covering behind one of his dusty old books, I kick him under the table and he jumps a little.

‘WHAT?’ he hisses at me under his breath. My eyes roll as I quickly and discreetly gesture at the problem.

Two of them .

One called Dean Winchester sitting on the far side of the table , currently NOT researching on his laptop, and the other one called Castiel not-so-much-angel-of-the-Lord anymore, slumped on the chair on the opposite side of the room, staring into his cup of coffee like it holds the answer to the meaning of life.

“It’s not 42, if that’s what you are searching for” I say trying to break the tension.

The grumpy newly human raises his eyes at me, confused and void of patience, “what?”

“42..? the answer to- Never mind, keep drinking your coffee Cas”

A snort coming from the end of the table makes me regret having opened my mouth, and Sam too throws me a glare  .

“You have something you wanna share, Dean?” the annoyance in Castiel’s voice makes us both wince .

“Nope.” Comes the sarcastic answer.

“Then shut up”

“I ain’t said nothing”

I mentally groan , I can easily taste the next words.

“That’s a double negative”

“Yeah so?”

“So you are full of s-”

“Ok that’s enough you two, get out of here if you won’t contribute to the research”

“I’m helping Sam!”

“Dude, you think I didn’t notice you’ve been stuck on that solitaire game for an hour now”

“...and you Cas, look like you are trying to count the molecules in that mug. That coffee must be colder than my feet on a winter’s day.” I add closing the book with a loud thud.

“You two are distracting, get out and- ”

“ -and go be moody somewhere else. People here- “ I say gesturing between me and Sam , “-are trying to be socially productive ”

They look at each other, make a face, get up and walk out in different directions. The room feels suddenly bigger, the air cleaner, Sam sigh deeply and I stretch on my seat, groaning loudly.

“I can’t do it anymore Sam, I can’t take it”

“Yeah well, I had to bear all of that for years. Welcome to the club”

“This is not a club, it’s a fucking prison and I want out”

Hearing my ‘forming a plan tone’, Sam closes his own book, “what are you thinking?” he asks suddenly curious.

I stay silent for a moment , eyeing where they had disappeared and then slowly “They need to bone”

Sam snorts.

“...hard”

“Yeah good luck with that”

“Angry bone”

“Sure”

“...like … not being able to walk the next day angry bone”

Sam erupt in a low chuckle that quiet down soon as he realizes I’m actually thinking about that, “wait...what are you thinking?”

“Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps”  I quote.

Sam’s eyes widen , “are you-”

“Those two are too ‘wise’ to woo peaceably.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

“Not sure that would work …”

“But think about it “ I say suddenly standing up, the chair scraping the floor, “ if it doesn’t, we’ll have a laugh anyway, but if it works…” I stop letting the idea floats around.

Sam stands up too, a slow wicked smile lighting up his tired eyes, “ if it works…”. We look at nothing in the distance , tasting the peace and quiet, no more awkward eye fucking, no more pent up sexual tension so thick we can almost touch it.

“I’ll get Cas” I say already moving to where he had disappeared, only for Sam to stops me.

“no no, my brother could smell the bullshit out of me from miles away. You get Dean, I’ll get Cas”

“Right, you’ve got all that...let’s talk about our feelings and I’ll let you braid my hair vibe, that’ll works with Mr.Grumpy”

“Very funny Bean��

“Samsquatch”

The plan was supposed to be simple but talking to them so directly about the other, proved to be impossible and awkward. The amount of eye rolling and ‘it ain’t your business’ we had to endure for the rest of the week almost made us gave up.

“Maybe we are doing this wrong”

“Um…” I say propping my feet on the car window sill, “ are we being too direct?”

Sam throws me a glance “hey this is not the Impala..” he says, slapping his hand on my knees, “ sit right and seat belt on!” I scowl at him but eventually yield,“and yes, I think we need to be more subtle about it, you now...like in the play.”

“Oh...so we catch each of them alone and make sure they think we don’t see them and just what…?” Sam straightened and clear his throat, “Hey Sam did you see all the cassette tapes Dean made for Cas? the ones he had hidden in his room because he’s too shy to give them to him? what a lovesick teenager too high on hormones” he say in a high pitched voice. The car swerves a little as I pinch his side offended by his bad impression of me.

Repeatedly swinging my hair and combing my fingers through them I lower my voice,  “Hey Y/N,so get this, you heard Cas moaning my brother’s name when he thinks we are asleep?”

A noise of disgust leave his throat, “that’s the grossest thing you could’ve come up with, I hate you. I didn’t need that, thank you”

“Hey I need them to hit it low and dirty, not write each other poems”

“CAAAAS?”

Dean’s voice jumps along the tiled walls of the bunker , his heavy steps echoing in the silent corridors. The muffled sound of something being broken halts Dean’s quick pace. His perfect hunter’s hearing locating the source of the noise,his room.

“DAMN IT CAS!”

What had started as a quick walk, now turned into a little run. The sound of fists pounding on the door reached the war room where me and Sam where trying to finish the damn research. 

“ *cough* Y/N what the hell?”  Sam chokes on his beer when I slap his arm,

“Shhh” I hiss, looking toward the sleeping quarters, “listen…”.

“Cas open this fucking door right now or so help me your dad I’m gonna axe it down”

A slow pleased smile tugs at my lips and I squeeze Sam’s arm, “yes!” I breathe out as a chuckle escapes Sam’s lips.

“Wait Y/N,it doesn’t mean, wait...”

I jump on my feet and starts walking slowly toward the corridor, following the noises, dragging Sam by his arm.

“What are you doing?” he hisses under his breath as we took cover behind the corner that face directly where Dean’s room is.

“ I wanna know what’ll happen.Also, I want them to get it out of their systems, not kill each other.”

Sam’s hand pushes me back as Dean’s head snaps in our direction, both of us holding our breath, his finger pushing against his lips, I nod.

A couple of vigorous knocks shook the old wood.

“CAS DON’T MAKE ME BREAK DOWN MY DOOR”

From behind the door a series of muffled words barely reach Dean’s ears, buzzing and throbbing with the sound of his own heartbeat.

“Son of a bitch” he tries the knob one more time before punching the door again. Feeling suddenly very tired, he rests his forehead against the number 11, his fist relaxing in an open palm, gently pressed on the wood beside his face.

“Cas… please open the door” At the sound of Dean’s soft tone, the noises inside stops and Dean’s head perk up, pressing his ear against the surface.

“Cas?....can you- can you hear me?”

No audible answer .

Dean sighs and turns around, leaning against the door with his back, a hand combing his hair, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“I - I don’t know what happened man, but...you, you know you can talk to me. I know these last few weeks haven’t been exactly peaches and sunshine, a-and I- I’m sorry buddy….I really am. I don’t pretend to know how you are feeling right now, but I’m here for you, you know that right?” a pause, a sigh, “ I - I mean...Sammy and Y/N too , but...you know…” Dean licks his lips, his fist shaking a bit, “ I- Jesus Cas! you know...you must know by now, damn it!”

Silence.

“You are really gonna make me say it ?....” Dean turns around, both palms pressing on the door, almost like they are keeping him grounded.

“ I love you, you stubborn son of a bitch”

The whole bunker stops breathing.

In the loud silence that follows , the click of the door lock being opened sounds like the sound of something metallic falling in the middle of an empty old church.

“Y/N, you are hurting me, stop it!” Sam hisses chuckling, trying to pry open my fingers from his arm. The other hand trying to keep my screams from giving our position.

I stretch my neck further out to see better, just in time to see a trembling arm reaching out, a hand cradling Dean’s cheek. Dean’s head leaning into the touch. Sam’s breath tickling the top of my head , makes me know that he too was seeing that, I was not dreaming.

Dean murmur something, I couldn’t hear well , but it sounded something like, “you counting my freckles or somethin’ ?” 

Definitely couldn’t hear the answer, but Dean’s furious blush is worth thousands of words. Suddenly Castiel’s hand grips the front Dean’s shirt and drags him inside, the door slams close behind them.

I jump out my hiding spot and carefully tip toe toward the door, both of us leaning our ears against it.

“Ah...Jesus Cas”

A growl followed by the sound of a buckle being hastily opened is all I get before Sam drags me away.

“How’d you think that went?” I ask while yawning , as Sam pours me some coffee.

“There are things I really don’t wanna know about my brother and my best friend together okay?”

“Oh come on , you are no fun!”

“Neither was what I had to hear last night”  Sam grimace before taking a careful sip from his coffee.

“Well at least someone definitely got some action”

I hide my grin behind my mug while Sam’s splutters his coffee all over the table. No time to unpack that as both Dean and Cas make their appearance.

I raise an eyebrow.

Well, if that’s how that went, I definitely want to order what they had because damn they look positively glowing and thoroughly fucked.

“Good morning you two. Slept well?” Sam say, the grin he was sporting almost splitting his face in half.

Dean blushes while mumbling nonsense, while Cas just go straight for the coffee, his usual morning bad mood apparently is still there, some things never change I guess.

While eating I peek at those two disasters, now Dean really look like a love struck sick teenager , shamelessly ogling Cas with that adoring soft look.

‘Disgusting’ I mouth at Sam who presses his foot over mine under the table, biting the inside of his cheek, trying not to laugh.

“I have a question” Cas suddenly say.

I hum taking my time to sip some more of my now cold coffee.

“No matter how hard I looked , I couldn’t find those tapes you said Dean made , do you know where they are?” Sam snorts and I eye Dean’s confused face with a smirk.

“What tapes?” he asks.

Cas looks at him like he’s crazy, “the ones where you declare your love to me. I really want to listen to them”

Dean’s face morphs from confused to annoyed as his eyes settles on me and Sam, “ guys..?”

“I don’t know what are you talking about”

“...But I heard you talking about those yesterday…?”

“And I ...heard you two talking about how this guy here was on the verge of a mental breakdown for being madly in love with me.”

Now it was Castiel’s turn to look confused, “they said you were the one sickly in love with me”

I can barely keep the coffee from coming out my nose as Sam cover his eyes, his shoulder shaking, “you two are lucky you have your looks.”

“Motherf- you two sons of bitches” Dean barks.

“..So...you don’t love me?”

“What?....” Dean’s panic seeps from all of him, “...nooooo…” his voice high pitched, “I thought YOU loved me”

“Me?, noooo.” Cas plays with the scrambled eggs in his plate.

“They had sworn you were gonna pack your shit and move out because you couldn’t deal with me not loving you”

“They said you looked like a lovesick teenager high on hormones”

“Oh shut up Cas you love him” I blurt out.

“And Dean...  dude, did you look at yourself in the mirror?” Sam says, pointing at a very red, angry, hickey on the back of Dean’s neck , he tries to cover it embarrassed.

“..aaaand Cas has another one right there” I point at his collarbone, peeking out the too large gray rock band t-shirt.

Dean and Cas look at each other and at their marks, both blushing.

“Well…” Dean starts, “ I guess….I’ll ….have you….?”

“ …and I guess I’ll accept. But only because of your excellent burgers and partly to save your life, since I was told that the only thought of me was making you sick” “Oh..ok Cas”  Dean’s chuckles, his hand wrapping around Castiel’s neck, “ time to shut up now.”

“ooook time for Sam to get out of here, Y/N you coming?”

I continue to sip my cold coffee as I watch two of my best friend making out , 

“um? what?”

Sam is standing at the door gesturing me to leave them be, I roll my eyes and throwing one last look behind me I smile softly before joining Sam on his morning run, he promised fried chicken tonight and I’m not one to back down from a challenge. EVER.

Don’t really know who to tag in this one so Imma just...tag at random who I think could enjoy this *shrugs*

@purpleskiesandcherrypies @waywardbaby @destiel-honeypie @telefuckies @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @winchester-reload @researchandbones @dean-winchesters-bacon @gripmetight-raisemefromperdition @supernatural-teamfreewillpage-d @adventurous-blob @kinvgslayer @elaspn @c-kaeru @wingedcatninja @cloverhighfive @dammitsammy @holy-fucking-damn-shit @wayward-winchester67 @southbreak  @trenchcoatsandfreckles 

[keichanz]

Neighbors

Eeehhh idk I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now and was just recently inspired to write it out. 

On another note aihasdgafjlahila think I just created another series LOL oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

AO3 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

It was just after 10 pm when he walked through the door to his apartment and the first thing he noticed was that she was singing again. Despite being exhausted and damn near dead on his feet – the shop was busy as hell today – an amused grin lifted the corners of his lips and his ears perked up, straining to hear the pleasant melody through the ceiling where it floated down to him.

His apartment building had a new tenant and she’d moved two weeks ago into the apartment right above his own. At first he’d griped and complained, not wanting to have another fucking elephant above him that stomped around at all hours of the night and was generally loud as hell like his previous neighbor had been. But after the first night and he woke up feeling surprisingly well rested, Inuyasha realized much to his pleasure that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad this time around.

Then before he knew it, the first week flew by and the only thing he’d heard from her was her soft footsteps crossing to each room and the gentle sound of her voice singing a tune. It was definitely an improvement as far as he was concerned, so Inuyasha had no complaints thus far.

Flicking his ears, Inuyasha determined she was directly above him considering how clear he could hear her and he registered a faint clinking sound, like glass softly knocking into each other. Idly he wondered if she was still unpacking some boxes as he reached behind himself to snag his dirty, sweat-stained shirt. He tugged it off, carelessly dropping it to the floor before plopping down onto the couch with a grunt.

As he sat there debating on whether to take a shower first and then eat or vice versa, his neighbor’s admittedly pleasant voice floated down to him and he sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back onto the sofa. He let the melody wash over him, let it drown out all other thoughts as a sense of peace enveloped his mind. His body relaxed into the cushions as the melody lulled him into a deep sense of lethargy, his muscles feeling heavy, a haze clouding over his mind as he drifted further into the realm of peaceful slumber.

Inuyasha was in that blissful state of half-awake and half-asleep when suddenly he was jolted to full wakefulness when the very loud sound of glass shattering came from directly above him accompanied by the shrill echo of a woman’s scream.

He reacted without thinking. Faster than a blink Inuyasha ran for his door, yanked it open and was leaping up the stairs to the second floor in the next second. Flying down the short hallway to the second floor apartment, Inuyasha pounded on the door with a balled up fist, concern for the woman inside making his heart race and his voice frantic.

“Hey!” he called, pounding the door again. “You okay in there?!”

Silence.

“Hey—answer me, dammit!” His hand slammed on the door again. “Wench, if you don’t answer me I’m gonna—!”

Muffled by the door, Inuyasha barely detected the sound of someone inhaling sharply and then a soft cry of distress spurred him into action. Cursing darkly, he grasped the door knob – he scowled upon discovering it was unlocked – and pushed his way inside. Instantly the scent of blood reached his nose and he swore again, hurrying to the kitchen where it was originating from and the sight that greeted him made him very happy that he’d decided to investigate.

Sitting on the floor near a toppled over chair, clutching a hand to her chest and looking very pale, his upstairs neighbor stared at him with wide caramel eyes, mouth parted slightly and he could detect a fine trembling in her body. She appeared to be in shock, frozen in place, and Inuyasha’s concern increased. Forcing his gaze away to take in the rest of the scene, he took in the shards of shattered class that was scattered across the tiled floor and his eyes landed on a cardboard box on its side a little ways away. What appeared to be broken glasses and mugs lied inside and it didn’t take Inuyasha long to guess what had happened.

Frowning as he assessed the damage, although glad that it wasn’t as bad as he’d originally thought, Inuyasha lifted his gaze back toward the woman still staring at him.

“Ya alright?” he asked, voice gruff.

Blinking, she appeared to not have heard at him at first, simply staring at him with those wide brown eyes. He was beginning to fear that perhaps it was worse than it looked, but then she inhaled sharply and gave a single curt nod. Then to his surprise she moved to stand up and Inuyasha reacted swiftly.

“No,” he snapped, gesturing with a hand to stay down as he eyed the sharp glass surrounding her and then the soft soles of her bare feet. “Don’t move. Stay there.”

Thankfully she didn’t argue and sank back down, wincing as she cradled her hand against her chest again. Well, at least now he knew where the blood was coming from.

Inuyasha carefully picked his way through the shattered glass toward the distressed woman in the middle of it, grateful he hadn’t thought to kick his shoes off when he got home. The glass he couldn’t avoid crunched under his boots until finally he crouched down beside her and slipped one arm behind her back while the other went beneath her legs.

“Alright, hang on,” he murmured and she silently reached up to wrap her arm around his neck as he lifted her up. In two short strides he was at the counter beside the sink and gingerly he set her down on it before flicking on the cold tap before gesturing to her hand.

“Lemme see.”

Grimacing, the dark-haired woman still cradled her hand in the other as she stretched out her arm and very carefully Inuyasha took it into his own, mindful of his claws. He couldn’t help but note that she barely seemed aware of them, that or she didn’t care. Either way he was grateful as he carefully pried her fingers open and stuck her hand under the flowing cold water.

She hissed through her teeth and reflexively tried to jerk her hand out of his grasp but he held fast, holding her palm under the water to both wash away the blood and hopefully numb some of the pain. Inuyasha frowned as he assessed the damage, gently prodding the deep gash across her palm with the pad of his finger. His ears pinned when she gasped softly in pain and he muttered a soft apology.

Inuyasha worked in silence for several moments as he cleaned off her hand and deliberated on if it needed stitches or not. Her hand was small in his own, her skin soft, and he liked how delicate it looked in his larger palm. He snuck another glance at her through the fringe of his bangs.

He’d often wondered what she looked like, wanting to match a face to the lovely voice he heard nearly every day, but damn, he never would have imagined she’d be so beautiful. Dark hair that fell in thick waves down her back, large, expressive brown eyes that reminded Inuyasha of melted caramel, and full lips that were just begging to be kissed.

At the moment, however, they were pursed slightly from the pain no doubt radiated from her hand, obviously more intense than she let on, so Inuyasha sought to distract her.

“So what happened?” His voice was huskier than he would have liked and he mentally kicked himself, giving his head a little shake. Focus, idiot!

He saw her blush out of his peripheral and his eyebrows rose slightly, but he otherwise didn’t react.

“I was standing on the chair to put the glasses away on the top shelf,” she answered, her voice a little breathless no doubt from pain and residual shock. “One of them must have broken in the box because when I reached inside, something sharp sliced my hand and I was so startled I dropped the box, lost my balance and down I went.”

She sighed and then wrinkled her nose. “I think I twisted my ankle too, because I can’t move it much.”

As if to prove her point, she flexed her right ankle and winced as it twinged in pain.

Inuyasha nodded, not surprised to hear that he was more or less right on what happened, though he hadn’t known about her ankle. He flicked a glance down at it then back to her hand; it took precedence since it was more severe.

“You’re lucky all you got away with is a cut on the hand and a twisted ankle,” he remarked idly, gingerly brushing his thumb across the gash. “Coulda been a lot worse.”

“Yes,” she whispered and he saw her frown out of the corner of his eye. “I’m sorry, but, how...?”

Inuyasha spared her a quick glance.

“I live downstairs,” he said shortly. “I heard the crash of glass and when you screamed.”

His ear twitched toward her as if punctuating that statement and he watched her eyes light up in delight. He had to resist the urge to smirk in amusement even as bafflement flashed in his eyes. She wasn’t disgusted?

“Oh,” she breathed then offered him a small but genuine smile. “Then I suppose I should thank you for coming to see if I was okay. Lucky me.”

And how, she thought, casting a quick, appreciative glance to the muscular bare chest inches away from her hand.

Suddenly feeling a mite flushed and hoping he hadn’t caught her staring, the young woman needlessly cleared her throat and said, “Um, I’m Kagome.”

“Inuyasha. Well, Kagome,” the half-demon began, deciding he liked the way her name rolled off his tongue, “looks like this is gonna need a few stitches. It’s pretty deep and there’s a risk of infection if you don’t get this treated properly.”

Turning off the tap, Inuyasha cradled Kagome’s hand in his own as he opened the drawer closest to him, looked inside, closed it then opened the one next to it. With a low noise of triumph he fished around for a dishrag then used it to wrap her hand in a makeshift bandage, securing the knot over the gash to keep pressure on it.

Kagome flinched when he tightened it, but mustered a strained smile.

“Thanks,” she whispered, laying her hand in her lap and running her fingers over the homemade bandage.

Inuyasha nodded mutely and reached for her ankle, carefully wrapping his fingers around the delicate bone and slowly flexing it back and forth. Kagome sucked in a sharp breath and tensed.

“Not broken,” he murmured and shot her a glance. ���Think you can stand?”

Kagome bit her lip, studied her twisted ankle, and made a face. Inuyasha took that as answer enough and sighed, thrusting a hand through his hair.

“Alright. Where are your shoes?”

The young woman gave him a strange look at the seemingly random question.

“By the door. Why?”

Without answering her Inuyasha left and returned a minute later with her slip-on shoes in his hand.

“Here,” he said shortly then spun around once more, heading toward the doorway.

Utterly lost, Kagome held her shoes and stared after him with something akin to confused panic.

“W-wait—where are you going? I can’t get down!” Was he going to leave her after she told him she couldn’t walk?

Inuyasha paused at the doorway and half-turned so he could toss her a look over his shoulder.

“You wanna walk to the hospital?” he asked her, cocking an eyebrow.

Kagome faltered and blinked. Flushed.

“Um, no,” she replied bashfully, feeling a mite foolish for suspecting him to be so insensitive. “Didn’t think so,” he drawled. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared and a few seconds later Kagome heard her apartment door open and close.

Huffing, Kagome crossed her arms, gasped when her cut hand protested that movement, then pouted moodily at the doorway.

“Sure,” she mumbled. “It’s not like I can stand, let alone walk.”

Thankfully it was only a few minutes later, in which Kagome managed to slip her shoes on, when Inuyasha returned wearing a shirt and a backwards ballcap. Kagome tried very hard to hide the disappointment that he’d covered up all that gloriously hard muscle. Goodness, if she’d known her downstairs neighbor was this attractive, she’d have made an effort to meet him much sooner, although under much less humiliating circumstances.

Inuyasha paused when he noticed her staring at him and he looked down at his dirty and torn jeans.

He grimaced and explained, “I just got out of work when I heard you fall and didn’t have time to change. Sorry.”

Realizing she was indeed staring, Kagome blushed and hurriedly shook her head.

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” she assured, flapping her uninjured hand dismissively.

Then she paused, cocked her head and asked, “Where do you work?”

Closing the distance between them, Inuyasha once more slipped his arms beneath her and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Kagome gasped and automatically wrapped her arm around his neck, keeping her bandaged hand tucked against her stomach.

“Auto shop,” he answered as he carried her through the kitchen, more glass crunching beneath his boots but he paid it no mind. He’d sweep it for her when they got back since she would probably need to stay off her ankle.

Kagome smiled. “Grease monkey, huh?” she teased him as he crossed the living room and headed toward the door.

She noticed he’d left it cracked open, probably since he’d known he wouldn’t have hands to open it. Her flush darkened, a little surprised at how pleased that made her. And, she discovered, it felt very nice to be carried by him. She could feel how solid his frame was against her own, his arms and shoulders thick with muscle and he wasn’t even breathing hard from carrying her.

Was I regretting having an upstairs apartment before? Kagome mused idly as he thoughtfully snagged her purse from her small table, figuring her keys and insurance would be in it, before exiting her apartment.

Good lord, not anymore!

The corner of his mouth twitched as he cast her a quick glance.

“Grease dog,” he corrected and was rewarded with a quiet snort from the woman in his arms.

He paused so Kagome could reach out with her good hand and pull her door closed then continued on downstairs. She needn’t worry about locking it; they were in a good part of the neighborhood, and with him living in the downstairs apartment coupled with the rumored nasty tempered landlady, people tended to give the building a very wide berth. He told her as much and he felt her relax in his arms.

Parked right in front of the house, it was a short walk to his truck and Inuyasha carefully deposited her into the cab before rounding the vehicle and getting behind the wheel. The ten-minute drive to the hospital was filled with a comfortable silence and it was only when Inuyasha parked into the closest spot to the entrance he could find that Kagome broke it.

Inuyasha cut the engine and opened his door, but before he could exit, a small hand resting on his arm gave him pause. He turned his gaze to the woman beside him, eyebrow raised in silent inquiry.

Her big caramel eyes were warm and earnest as she said sincerely, “Thank you, Inuyasha. You didn’t have to do all of this for me. I mean I’m just a stranger, you barely even know me, but you did, and I’m...very grateful.”

The smile she graced him with was warm, fond, and brilliant. Inuyasha suddenly felt his heart skip a beat in his chest.

Feeling his face heat despite himself, Inuyasha swallowed hard, nodded once, then got out of his truck with a softy muttered “keh.”

He walked around to open her door and reached in to take her into his arms again, secretly enjoying the way her arm went around his neck seemingly without any thought from her and the way she relaxed against his chest, trusting him to keep her secured. Stupidly his throat got tight as he hip checked the door to close it then he was striding across the nearly empty parking lot and pushing the button to open the doors marked “ER.”

He let Kagome explain the situation to the receptionist, provided her insurance and anything else that was required. When a wheelchair suddenly appeared beside them, Inuyasha glared disdainfully at it and growled that he’d carry her. He missed the secret smile that curled Kagome’s lips because she ducked her head before he could see it, her cheeks a becoming shade of scarlet.

The ER nurse, looking a little tired and harried, simply nodded without comment and gestured for him to follow her as she headed down a hallway and through a set of double doors. They were guided to a curtained off “room” and after Inuyasha set her down on the bed, he made to leave, figuring she’d want a bit of privacy. However, the sudden panicked, distressed sound that came from her gave him pause and he looked back to find her staring at him with wide caramel eyes, silently pleading for him to stay and how the hell could he say no to that?

Sighing, Inuyasha nodded and leaned back against the only solid wall of the room, crossing his arms and instantly Kagome relaxed. She bestowed him a grateful smile and his face softened. Clearly she didn’t want to be alone, and she’d already had a pretty rough night. He’d be a complete asshole if he left her now.

Surprisingly they only had to wait ten minutes before they were seen by first a nurse, who took her vitals, asked her the usual questions of how it happened and where she was hurt. After she left it was only another thirty minutes when the doctor strolled on in, clipboard in hand and smelling like hand sanitizer. Once more Kagome rehashed the night’s events, Inuyasha only chiming in when he was required to. When the doctor peeled off the dishrag covering Kagome’s hand to assess the damage, Inuyasha couldn’t hold back the quiet growl when a pained hiss escaped past her lips.

As he suspected, the doctor announced a short time later that her hand would need about ten stitches. Inuyasha did not miss the way Kagome blanched slightly when needles of various sizes were placed on a tray and brought over to the bed. He frowned but made no comment. By the time Dr. What’s-his-face turned back toward her, hands freshly washed and covered in latex, Kagome had plastered on a brave smile, though she was careful not look as he prepared the needle to numb the area around the laceration.

A nurse entered to assist when required and as the physician tapped out any air bubbles from the chamber of the needle containing the numbing element, Kagome shot Inuyasha a desperate look. Her face was deathly white, and when she made a soft sound of distress and held out her hand, Inuyasha was helpless to deny her his comfort.

Ears pinning beneath his hat, he approached the bed, sank down in the chair beside it and allowed her to grasp his hand tightly with her free one. He wasn’t expecting it when she scooted closer and buried her face in his shoulder and now Inuyasha was almost positive Kagome was afraid of needles. Unconsciously he emitted a low, soothing rumble in his chest, hating that she had to endure something that terrified her this much, but knowing it was necessary.

As the doctor inserted the thin needle into the soft flesh of her palm stained yellow from iodine, Kagome gave a pained whimper as she tensed against him. Inuyasha tried not to look too closely at his sudden fierce desire to protect her from any harm, which included the human male that was causing her pain, however essential, right at the moment. So he reined in the urge to forcibly shove him away as he brought up his free hand to rub soothing circles on her back, rubbing across her shoulders, then down her spine, hoping to ease her discomfort even a little. It was astounding how her pain affected him given how he’d only known her a mere two hours, give or take. Again he didn’t dwell on it and concentrated on the woman hiding in his shoulder.

After shot number three, the numbing properties must have started to take effect because she’d stopped flinching and she was losing some of the tension in her shoulders and back. So to distract her from what the doctor was doing to her hand, Inuyasha started talking. He told her stories of his work, his crazy old boss Totosai, the little punk who worked at the shop part time named Shippou, and his best friend’s wedding to the woman of his dreams.

By suture number seven, she was relaxed against him and asking questions, her head turned slightly so she was tucked into the crook of his shoulder and neck, though she kept her eyes closed. Probably so she didn’t accidentally catch a glimpse of her hand, he surmised. Inuyasha readily obliged her and ten minutes later he announced the doctor was done and had put away the tools that frightened her so much.

Though still a little pale, Kagome heaved a relieved sigh and smiled at him as she leaned away, her eyes speaking of her immense gratitude. Before he could stop himself Inuyasha reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and watched her as color filtered back into her cheeks. The corner of his mouth quirked upward just slightly as she hurriedly looked away to watch the doctor wrap white gauze around her hand, oddly pleased he could elicit such a reaction from her.

After wrapping her ankle with orders to stay off of it as much as she could, the physician prescribed some painkillers for both injuries, gave instructions on how to care for the sutures and other medical nonsense Inuyasha tuned out. Then he bid them both a fond adieu, leaving the nurse to wrap things up and retrieve her discharge papers.

When they left twenty minutes later, Inuyasha once more disregarding the hated wheelchair and carrying her in his arms instead, it was after midnight and Kagome was teetering on the edge of sleep when he set her down in the passenger’s seat. He wasn’t at all surprised when he pulled up in front of their apartment house that she’d nodded off. He was careful not to wake her when he gathered her into his arms again and carried her upstairs to her apartment.

He somehow managed to open the door despite not having his hands free and he crossed the living room into the hallway, easily sniffing out her bedroom. The instant he stepped inside her scent surrounded him and he paused to greedily take it in, inhaling deeply and letting it out in a sigh before approaching the bed and gingerly tucking her in. But instead of turning around and leaving like he told himself to do, like he should be doing, Inuyasha crouched beside the bed, rested his elbow on his knee, and propped his chin in his hand, quietly studying her.

His eyes roved her sleeping countenance, admiring how peaceful she looked. Inuyasha recalled how she’d thanked him in the hospital parking lot, expressing her gratitude that despite her being a perfect stranger to him, he still went out of his way to make sure she was taken care of, wrapping up her hand, taking her to the hospital and carrying her around since she couldn’t walk.

Inuyasha rubbed his mouth and frowned, his expression thoughtful, distant. Why had he helped her? Kagome was right; he didn’t know her, hadn’t really been obligated to do much more than call an ambulance and stay until the paramedics arrived. He could have just fetched her phone for her, but instead he’d picked her up, cleaned her hand, wrapped it up and drove her to the hospital himself.

Why?

Kagome suddenly stirred, mumbling something unintelligible under her breath as she shifted onto her side, tucking her a hand beneath her chin with a soft sigh and then going still. 

With defeat written on every line of his face, Inuyasha closed his eyes, blew out his cheeks in a heavy sigh, and dragged a hand down his face, resigned.

Who the hell was he kidding? He knew the exact reason why he’d stuck around and it had nothing to do with obligation. The instant he’d seen her sitting on the floor, pale, shaking, looking small and so goddamn vulnerable, every protective instinct inside of him had rushed to the fore and compelled him to do everything in his power to shelter, to take care of and provide. And before he even realized what he was doing he’d ordered her to stay where she was and closed the distance between them, sweeping her up and seeing to her care. He remembered the feel of her in his arms; soft, but also lightly muscled, her toned thighs and arms suggesting she regularly did some form of exercise, and the way her curves fit to the solid frame of his body…

“Aw…damn,” Inuyasha muttered and watched as a tiny smile lifted the corners of her lips.

He should have been offended – was she laughing at his suffering even in her sleep? But instead all he felt was a curious warmth blossoming in his chest that gradually spread outward and Inuyasha knew, right then and there, that his fate was sealed.

“Double damn,” he murmured with a shake of his head and decided that he’d better go before she woke up and found him staring at her like some perverted creeper.

So with great reluctance, Inuyasha got to his feet and quietly rummaged around in the bedside table for a piece of paper and a pen. All he could find was an old receipt and a broken lead pencil, so with a shrug he scribbled a quick note for her to find in the morning, reverently touched her cheek, and silently stole out of her room, closing the door with a soft click.

He tracked down her broom in the hallway closet and retreated to the kitchen to sweep up the scattered glass, double and triple checking to make sure he got all of it. He didn’t want her walking around in her bare feet and getting cut because he missed a piece. After that he found her phone sitting on the counter, sent himself a text, and with one last longing glance toward the bedroom where she slept, Inuyasha turned the lock on the knob, slipped quietly out into the hallway, and closed the door behind him.

[thorne93]

Inexplicable Fate (Part 5)

Prompt: When a blinding pain overtakes you at work, what will be in store for your life when you run into the Winchesters and learn Lucifer’s son is about to be born?

Warning: Language, pain, angst, violence, fighting (verbal and physical)…fear of insanity??

Word Count: 2366

Notes: This is for @roxyspearing gif challenge. This is like a slow burn?? Idk. It’s a Jack x Reader fic (so Season 12 and 13 spoilers…) It’s LONG. So buckle in. It is slow-ish at first. But things will build to a head…Promise ;P

Beta’d by the ever fabulous @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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Sam Winchester: @mogaruke @lenawiinchester

Castiel: @lenawiinchester

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“So is this really uncomfortable or how does this work?” you asked as you sat on your bed and nervously rubbed your hands on your pants.

“It’s extremely painful. I basically insert my hand into your chest and--”

Your stomach lurched as you held your hand up. “Okay, no, that’s okay, I don’t need the details. Let’s just do this.”

Castiel nodded and took his place in front of you.

“And this will...tell you why I can hear what you can?” you asked, nervous.

“It will let me know if you have angelic grace in you, or if you’re mental state is impaired, or if something has happened to your soul,” he explained.

You nodded, not sure what to say or if you should ask anything else, ready to just get this over with.

“Do you have a belt or something you can bite down on?” Castiel asked as he looked around and you nodded, pointing to a chair at a little desk in your room, a handful of belts draped over the back of it. He grabbed it and came back, folding it and putting it in your mouth, the action making you scared. This pain must be beyond your comprehension if you needed something to bit down on.

“Now try to relax and if you have some place you really enjoy, try to go there mentally, because this will be incredibly unpleasant.”

You took a deep breath, trying to find a happy place to go, and then you nodded. Castiel took one last look in your eyes before he slowly slid his hand forward, and when his fingertips reached your chest, they didn’t stop at the flesh, they slid right through as if your skin, bone, and muscle weren’t even there.

The sensation was like one you’d never felt.

It felt exactly as you expected, but much, much worse. It felt as if he’d punched into your chest with a white hot iron, the heat searing your insides as they twisted. You tried to bite down, to keep from screaming but it was futile. Your mouth fell open, a visceral scream echoing from your mouth, the noise so loud it hurt your own ears.

Thrashing, your hand shot towards his arm, wanting to rip it away from you but his other arm caught your wrist, preventing you from moving further with your desire. His grip was like a statue’s, immovable and hard, he had strength like you’d never seen.

But the pain was still in your chest, making you scream, thrash, and now cry. Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he let you go and your body went limp before he caught you to keep you from toppling to your floor. He gently eased you back on the bed.

“Sorry about that,” he tried.

“It’s okay,” you assured with a ragged breath. “Did you see anything?”

“Yes, I did. I saw angelic grace,” he informed, frowning.

“What does that mean?” you wondered.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure. Only angels and nephilims have graces,” he said, still frowning. “You’re not an angel, and we would’ve felt when you were born, and thus, killed you.”

“What?!?” you exclaimed.

“Yes, I thought Dean and Sam had explained that to you?”

“Explained what?”

“When a nephilim is born, a child of an angel and a human, the power is so great, nothing can defeat it, so the angels have sworn for years to terminate them before they can cause any destruction.”

“That’s….awful,” you responded.

“It’s to ensure the human race and others stay in existence. It isn’t a moral matter, Y/N.”

“Maybe not to you, but I’m human, life, children, babies...Shouldn’t be killed.”

“I don’t imagine you to understand, but the fact remains, you’re somehow angelic, that explains why you can hear what we can,” he stated.

“But we don’t know why I have angel grace in me,” you confirmed.

“Right.”

A knock came at your door.

“Come in,” you called.

Sam opened the door and poked his head in. “Sorry to, uh, interrupt, but someone’s at your door and I didn’t want to answer, since it’s your house and all.”

“Oh, thanks.” You jumped up and stepped past Castiel and followed Sam out to your living room entry area, going to the door to open it and see a dark haired woman in a leather jacket and jeans. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I seemed to have broken down and I wondered if I could use your phone?” she said sweetly and a red flag went off in your head.

What are the odds of meeting the Winchesters and an angel, and now a random woman “breaks down” in the middle of nowhere, and comes to your house. It’s too random to be random. Something felt off about it.

“I’m sorry but… could you go nextdoor? Now isn’t a good time,” you said as you started to close the door, but her hand flashed to the door and she held it where it was.

“I really need your help,” she said in a darker tone as she pushed the door back, making you stumble. Sam and Dean ran to your side but the woman waved her and and the two of them went flying, hitting your walls and making a huge hole before falling to the ground.

Panic started to rise in your chest as you backed away from her. You wanted to run to them, to comfort them, to make sure they were okay but you were frightened, frozen. You weren’t sure what running to them would help either.

Castiel emerged from your bedroom. “What are you doing here?” he asked, seeming to brace himself for a fight.

“We just want the girl, let us take her, Castiel,” she said as her eyes slid to the angel on your right.

“You can’t take her,” Castiel responded, stepping in front of you, a blade dropping out and into his hand, and she did the same.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Castiel.”

“You’re not leaving me a choice,” he responded, a touch of sorrow in his voice as he went to lunge at her but she kicked him, hard, and with another wave, he was sent soaring across the room as well.

“Not as strong as you once were,” she mocked towards him before her eyes set on you. You turned to run but she ran towards you, her speed far surpassing yours as she grabbed you around the waist. You began kicking and screaming, thrashing, just trying to get away from her.

“Don’t struggle. I wasn’t going to hurt you, but if you force my hand,” she swore as she started pulling you out of the house.

“No!” you screamed as you tried again with all your might to get away from her. “Nooo!” you screamed again,and this time, you felt something leave your body. A presence, almost. It felt as if your own skin had left you and ballooned out around you like a cloud, or a shield.

Suddenly, you felt the woman let you go, and you turned around to find her unconscious. Once you were free, you bolted back inside your house, slammed the door and lock it as the three men approached you.

“Hey, hey, you kay? What happened?” Sam asked as he walked up and you hugged him, shaking violently and crying.

“I don’t know,” you sobbed. “I just...I was scared and there was this light, and she let go of me,” you stated, letting the story trail off. “What’s happening to me?” you asked as tears streamed down your face.

“We don’t know, kid,” Dean said.

“Dean, did you not just see that? She laid out an angel,” Sam noted, his head above yours, his chest vibrating against you as he spoke, him holding you and you holding him.

“She shouldn’t have been able to do that,” Cas noted, an almost scared tone to his voice as he eyed you.

“Ya think?” Dean quipped. “How the hell did you do that?” he demanded, frowning, almost glaring at you as he crossed his arms.

You stepped away from Sam, wiping your face with your sleeve. “I don’t know. I have no idea. I just...I was scared, that’s all. I wanted to be let go, I wanted her to let me go, and the next thing I know, she’s laid out on the ground.”

The three of them stared at you incredulously.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but she isn’t safe here,” Cas stated. “You aren’t safe here. I think the angels followed me. They know we’re here...For whatever reason, they want you.”

“And that's bad?” you questioned. Clearly it was, seeing as they tried to kidnap you, but they needed you alive or they would’ve killed you just now. And how did you knock her out?

“Any time those winged dicks wants something, it’s never good,” Dean remarked, looking around as if someone was watching or listening.

“Cas is right, Dean, She’s not safe here any more. We need to take her with us.”

“Take her with us where?” Dean asked and half a second later, he caught Sams’ expression. “Back home? To the Bunker? No. Hell no. We can’t take her.”

“Dean, what choice do we have?”

“Sam’s right,” Castiel piped up. “If the angels want her, there’s got to be a reason, and we need to figure out why. If she’s important to them, she could be important to us.”

“Has anyone forgotten that we’re trying to find Baby Satan and Mommy right now?” Dean questioned desperately, anger behind his words. “We just got out of prison yesterday. We’re still dealing with Mom and the British dicks of Letters. We can’t take Looney Tunes here with us back home, we don’t have time for it and I don’t have to time to babysit.”

“Dean!” Sam almost shouted, chastising his brother.

You took offense at his words, but he was right. They didn’t owe you anything.

“No, no, he’s right. You three have been really helpful but...you don’t have to take care of me. You don’t know me.”

“No, Y/N, you’re in danger, with angels and possibly demons, we can’t just leave you here to fend for yourself,” Sam retorted.

“That’s really sweet but I...I’ll be okay,” you assured, having no real idea how you would be okay. Sure, you laid that angel out, but you had no idea how you did it or if you could do it again. It was possibly a fluke thing, and what if more than one came the next time.

The next time...you could already tell they wouldn’t stop at one try. From what they’d told you of angels, they were persistent and deadly. This time probably wouldn’t be any different.

“No, you won’t. We don’t know what the angels want with you or why they’re after you or how you could do what you just did but you shouldn't be alone,” Sam tried and you went to say something before Dean turned his brother.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked, his anger not hidden at all by his tone.

The two of them walked into the guest room and shut the door, leaving just you and Cas.

“You really don’t know how you caused Kazeel to pass out?” he questioned and you shrugged slightly.

“No. I just...wanted to be back inside with you three, I was terrified of her taking me, and...this feeling left my body.” Castiel gave a slight, small nod before you said, “Could you...I mean...Can you do that? Can you knock people out?”

“I can put people to sleep with one touch, is that what you mean?”

“I guess...I was more wondering--”

“If you have the power of an angel,” he finished.

Biting your lip, hugging yourself, you meekly nodded.

He sighed. “I do not know. I could work with you and see, but as it stands right now, i know very little about you.”

“Right...Yeah, no, I get that,” you solemnly said. Part of you knew all of this was crazy, beyond surreal. They were talking about taking you to Kansas, for how long? You had a job and a life here. You couldn’t just uproot. And yet, within the last twenty-four hours, you wanted nothing more than to join these men, learn about these abilities you were seemingly developing, talk more with Castiel, learn from him, and figure all this shit out in your head.

Sam and Dean emerged from the bedroom, Dean looking unhappy and Sam looking slightly relieved.

“Y/N, we’ve talked it over and we think you’d be safest with us at our bunker in Kansas. We have all the lore and information there. We have protection spells to keep angels and demons out. You would be undetected. We know it’s a lot to ask, but we think if we leave you here alone...you could be in grave danger. You might even be killed,” Sam said.

“What...what all would it mean?” you asked, unsure what he was saying.

“You’d come live with us, we’d work together to see why you got these powers the same day Lucifer’s child was conceived and see how and if you tie in to all of this. You can leave as soon as you get your answers, and that’s fine. We just want to help you and protect you and you might even be able to help us,” he explained.

“For how long?” you wondered.

“However long it took. You can leave at any point. We just...we think we can help each other out. You wanna know why you’ve got angel radio and now powers to attack an angel, and we need some more help on the angel front, you might be able to help us find Lucifer’s kid, since you seem to somehow be connected to him.”

It was a huge question. A lot to ask…

“Let me call my boss, I want to see if I can sort out something work-wise and I’ll let you know,” you said.

[broship-addict]

Angst free prompt: Little acts of domestic helpfulness. Like, making the other tea or making sure their favorite fork is clean or something.

idk if you’re even still around anon because this is nearly a year late and deviates a l o t from the original prompt but it was fun to write anyways :) thank you!

on ao3

A fumble with keys, then a rattle as the doorknob turns. While no sound comes from the swing of the door, Neil enters the apartment calling, “Honey, I’m home,” and that makes more of a racket than it would’ve if he’d just slammed it against the adjacent wall.

Andrew, who has long since become used to this particular part of their routine, merely grunts in response. Their mocking attempts to imitate the horrors of heteronormative domesticity is something shared between two men who have finally found themselves settling into a relatively uneventful life, and Andrew cherishes it even if it isn’t worth the breath to say so.

Over the screams of the boring thriller he’s watching, Andrew can hear the clatter of Neil’s keys as they’re dropped into the little dish that the Boyd-Wilds children had made for them, the thud of the door’s latch being put into place, the shuffling of Neil struggling out of his running shoes because he always refuses to undo the laces. He flips through the channels as Neil stumbles into the living room, reeking of and drenched in sweat. His hair is half plastered to his face and half valiantly reaching for the ceiling - courtesy of that goddamned bandanna - and the only thing that Andrew appreciates about this particular image is the fact that Neil’s legs in those tiny short-shorts still look tantalizingly good.

Neil tosses a candy bar his way - a fancy-flavoured KitKat from the Asian corner store three blocks down the street - and he would have missed horribly had Andrew’s reflexes not been as good as they are. Without a racquet Neil’s a useless shot, and Andrew raises a single eyebrow at him judgingly.

“Oh, fuck off,” Neil tells him, grabbing an old Palmetto water bottle from the fridge. “I’m taking a shower.”

“Better clean your mouth while you’re at it,” Andrew says boredly. He pauses long enough on a cooking show to unwrap his bar, but hastily changes it again once the big box of spinach is brought out. At his feet their puppy - a loud and excitable thing that Amelia had somehow managed to convince them to take in - gazes hopefully at the candy.

Andrew takes care to keep it far out of her reach, because he’s not cleaning up dog vomit and he refuses to listen to Neil complain about letting Cerberus eat chocolate.

He’s busy trying to choose between leaving the TV on Mythbusters or switching to Jeopardy when Neil finally comes out of the shower, flushed pink from the heat and scrubbing at his wet hair with a towel so the ends stick up even more. That decides it, Andrew thinks, and sets the remote down. Neil gets bored to death watching game shows.

(He nearly changes his mind when Neil leaves the towel draped over the back of a dining chair, since they both know it irritates him, but in the end all he does is huff in exasperation.)

“Hey,” Neil says, finally coming to stand in front of Andrew. It’s achingly familiar, and Andrew can remember that soft tone from a bus ride nearly two decades ago. Neil likes to say it when he wants Andrew’s attention, as if Andrew is not always, always drawn to Neil the moment he enters a room.

“You’re blocking my view,” Andrew tells him. His mouth is still sweet from the KitKat, the space next to him colder than he’d like.

“Mmm,” agrees Neil. “You do enjoy watching Discovery Channel commercials for glorified dumpster-diving.”

Andrew snaps his fingers at him impatiently. “Of course I do, I have to see your trash ass every day.”

“You like my trash ass,” Neil shoots back, a lazy smile working its way across his face. Andrew glares at him and very pointedly does not let his gaze drift down, to where Neil’s trash ass is being hugged by his sleep shorts.

And at last Neil caves in, crawling into Andrew’s space and turning towards him like a flower to the sun. It still makes Andrew’s stomach feel hot, as if countless fusion explosions are going off there and all he can think is that Neil’s hair smells like the vanilla bean shampoo Andrew had bought for him during his last ice cream run. His fingers tangle themselves into the loose fabric of Neil’s shirt - actually, it might be Andrew’s - and he can’t bring himself to focus on the show as it resumes.

“Now you’re just being distracting,” he mutters, leaning in so his nose is buried in the crook of Neil’s neck. With his glasses laying on their bedside table, he doesn’t have to worry about Neil’s hair getting caught in the frames. It also means that he has to squint in order to see the shit-eating grin Cerberus gives him as she jumps onto the couch cushions, where she knows Neil wouldn’t have the heart to let him shove her off.

And maybe in any other moment Andrew might be inclined to prove her wrong, but Neil is tugging him up for a kiss and he doesn’t mind enough to pick this particular fight. He doesn’t care either, especially with Neil’s lips sliding languidly across his own and their bodies pressed together along their sides. One of Neil’s hands slips under Andrew’s shirt to skim over the pudge of his stomach, and the coolness of a metal band most definitely does not make him purr into Neil’s mouth. The hand stays even when they break away, Cerberus whining loudly about the lack of attention doled out on her.

“Aw, baby,” Neil croons, the corner of his mouth curling up as he leans over to boop the tip of Cerberus’ nose. Andrew pretends that his heart hadn’t stuttered in the single second he’d thought Neil was talking to him.

“I’m not kissing you if you kiss the dog,” Andrew tells him.

A pretty, gasping noise as Neil laughs. He nestles into Andrew’s side, his hand still stroking his stomach as if Andrew was the pet. Cerberus rests her head on the curve of Neil’s hip and for a brief, horribly undignified moment, Andrew wants to be in her place. Instead, he wraps his arm around Neil’s shoulders to pull him closer, no longer awed but no less pleased by how they fit into each other.

They’re quiet for a while, and the only sounds come from the TV and Cerberus’ noisy breathing as she drifts off. Neil’s fingers take to twisting in the trail of hair leading into Andrew’s pants - not tugging enough to hurt - so Andrew retaliates by dipping below Neil’s waistband and brushing the blunt edges of his nails along his ass, light enough to make him shiver. Twenty, even ten years ago they wouldn’t have done this without permission and intent and clear lines, but right in this moment they’re content to trust each other.

“You know,” Neil whispers, once the next commercial break starts. “I think I’m getting old.”

“Really,” says Andrew drily. “What makes you think that?”

There’s a pause, a sigh, and then, “I never thought I’d ever get the chance to be old.”

Andrew pulls out his hand so they’re doing something that can almost be called a cuddle. He likes the awe in Neil’s voice, the steadiness of their breaths, even the background ticking of their cheap clock. Most of all, he likes the way his own mind is turning over the concept, the realization that yes, they’re becoming old and one day they’ll be gross and wrinkly and toothless. They’ve survived and found their reasons for living, even though neither of them had expected to live past their twenties.

Without really meaning to, he pulls Neil’s hand out from under his shirt and traces the simple band absentmindedly. On a whim he brings it up to press a reverent kiss to the metal as Neil hums in contentment. His own ring, usually worn on a chain under his clothes, is lying next to his glasses a room away, because Andrew doesn’t need the familiar weight to remind him of what he has.

“Is there a reason why you brought this up?” Andrew finally asks, carefully threading their fingers together over his lap. Cerberus snorts in her sleep.

“Not really,” Neil says, a hint of a smile only seen because Andrew’s completely given up on watching TV. “My legs were beginning to cramp up so I started thinking about my knees, which were kinda bothering me during my run - I might need to wear a brace next game - then I realized that over the course of the whole day I’ve managed to crack my neck, wrist, knuckles, hip, and ankles. I think my elbow needs to crack, actually, since it’s been feeling weird lately.” He’s quiet for a moment, then continues with, “My back constantly aches and all I can think of is the way we used to make fun of Coach for complaining about all of his joint pain.”

“But you’re still fine,” Andrew guesses, because Neil is still horribly predictable. He doesn’t mention that his own shoulders have been acting up during the past few games, since then Neil would bother him about going to have that checked out. Neil is a fucking hypocrite, he thinks with something that’s close to affection.

“Of course,” Neil says. “I have you. And the Foxes.”

They haven’t been Foxes for years, but Neil’s always been the nostalgic sort. Andrew finds that he’s been becoming more and more nostalgic too, even missing some of his old teammates now that he doesn’t have to see them every day. He doesn’t want to think too hard on it though, and carefully wiggles out from under Neil, who is a lot more draped over him than he thought, and presses a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m making hot chocolate,” he announces. “Want anything?”

“It’s too late for caffeine,” Neil complains, which yes, is completely a sign that he’s becoming old. Andrew, who has gained the Fox kids’ affection by remaining young at heart, finds that the sugar crash outdoes any of the meager caffeine in his hot cocoa mix.

All the same, he pulls Neil’s favourite mug from the drying rack as well, and sends both of them into the microwave full with water. There’s a box of tea bags that help Neil sleep, and Andrew likes the smell. He dumps in more mix than necessary into his own mug while waiting for Neil’s to seep, and comes back to find that his husband has collapsed sideways in his absence.

“Really,” Andrew says dryly. “I’m going to sit on your face.”

“Mmm, maybe when I have more energy,” Neil tells him with a naughty grin, pulling himself back up slowly to avoid waking Cerberus. Andrew hopes in vain that the steam’s blurring out his blush because goddamnit, he’s in his forties and still horribly weak to Neil’s rare hints of dirty talk.

Neil carefully eases Cerberus’ head off him so he’s fully upright, and reaches out to take his mug while Andrew tries to sit without his knees creaking. The sound of explosions and gleeful cheers echo from the speakers around them - Andrew likes the luxury of surround systems and Neil likes the opportunity to shell out money to treat him - and Andrew thinks that this is something worth fighting and surviving for.

He noisily slurps down his hot cocoa and ignores Neil’s little huff of laughter. Their thighs are pressed together even though they’re both careful to keep their elbows from bumping, and outside a car alarm is going off. Before long Andrew’s mug is empty save for the gritty bits of whatever didn’t dissolve, and he sets it down with a soft thud before deciding that it’s Neil’s turn to be leaned against for a change. His fingers run idly along the seams of the couch cushion, and there’s something soothing about the scritching noises his nails make.

“What are you going to do?” Andrew finally asks. The words burst out like he’s been holding them in for years, and maybe he has. “When you retire.”

“Who says I’m retiring?” Neil responds impishly, his smile curving around the lip of his mug. “I could keep playing Exy until I die.”

It’s not funny since Neil has, in fact, nearly died multiple times because of Exy, and Andrew tells him so.

“Fine,” Neil says, maybe a touch shamed. “I could coach. Or volunteer or something.”

Andrew isn’t even surprised. “As long as you’re coaching the same league as Kevin’s Tigers,” he says, just because he likes watching Kevin lose, even by proxy.

Neil hums thoughtfully. “The famous Josten-Day rivalry transcending generations, sounds fun. What about you?”

Without them noticing, Mythbusters had already finished and the channel is switching into something with far fewer explosions. Andrew thinks about the possibilities - they have enough money to comfortably live out the rest of their lives - and about everything that he never thought he’d have. He thinks about foster care and foster homes that were never really homes, about Bee and Wymack and chances that he hadn’t even believed in.

He thinks about the little idea that’s been wiggling around his mind, about Robin and about being able to help fix a broken system in a broken world.

“Volunteer or something,” Andrew eventually says. Neil makes another humming noise, and takes a sip of tea.

“We have time to work it out,” he says, and Andrew likes the way he emphasizes time. After years of countdowns, they’re finally counting up.

Even though it’s chilly outside, the cocoa settles a warmth in Andrew’s stomach and the weight of Neil along his side is better than any blanket. They absently watch whatever’s on - neither of them are paying attention - until Neil’s little sips finally empty his mug.

Their feet bump together when he gets up, and Andrew wordlessly passes him his own mug. He stares a little shamelessly at the strip of skin Neil reveals when he stretches up, and reaches for the remote to turn the TV off. Cerberus is grunting in her sleep, and Andrew considers waking her up before deciding that he doesn’t really care enough about the couch to deal with her trying to sneak into their room. Neil’s still cleaning up the mess Andrew made on the counter  and rinsing out their mugs, so Andrew creeps up behind him and brushes the sides of his arms light enough that he can feel goosebumps form under his fingertips. It’s a sign of how comfortable they’ve become that Neil only relaxes at his touch, and Andrew presses his forehead into the space between Neil’s shoulder blades.

“Bed?” Neil asks.

“Sleep,” Andrew agrees, which does not necessarily mean that they won’t be doing other bed activities later.

“You need to let go of me,” Neil says.

“You need to work harder on arm day,” Andrew says with an emphasizing squeeze, but moves back anyways. Neil turns towards him with a little frown on his face, and Andrew uses his thumb to swipe it away, before tilting Neil’s head down to kiss him.

“Says the man who always skips cardio,” Neil murmurs against his lips as his hands - wet and cold because Andrew’s blocking the towels - come up to gently trace Andrew’s jaw. “C’mon, before we end up having sex in the kitchen. Again.”

It had been a messy affair, and the days when they could stay up past midnight playing Exy are over - Andrew’s eyelids are already feeling heavy. He sighs into their last kiss before pulling away, tugging at the hem of Neil’s shirt - which really is Andrew’s - to lead him into the bedroom.

“Keep your wet hair to your own pillow this time,” Andrew says, climbing in first like always. Neil takes up the other side of the bed, and the rustle of the sheets is actually sort of comforting.

“Hey,” Neil says again, once the blanket’s thrown over them and Andrew’s clammy feet are sucking the warmth from his own. He needs to stop saying it like that, because Andrew’s mind tends to get whisked away to glaring sunlight glinting off auburn hair and a sweet smile on a not-so-sweet day. “We’re getting old. Together, I mean.”

“Aging hasn’t made you any quieter,” Andrew grumbles, and their hands find each other in the darkness.

Other than their breathing, it’s completely silent.

[miraimisu]

Oh boy, what do we have here, I WANT ALL OF THEM jk can i request a 30 for kacchako? You're the best 💖

I think this is gonna be the toughest and shortest one out of them because this is too tight as plot-wise and… idk? It turned out to be a bit clumsy. I’ll just let my imagination fly. And you are the best hon, where did your creativity come from? WRITE ME A FIC TOO.

Bakugou Katsuki hated libraries.

This was general knowledge among all students that dared come near the blonde– which reduced the count to, like, a pair of people? which was a bit sad actually. But Bakugou didn’t mind having a lame social life as long as nobody took him to a library. He had actually tried some tutoring with Kirishima some months ago and trust him, being kicked out of the quietest place on Earth was everything but pleasant.

Today, however, he had no other option but stay there, in the jampacked library full of nerds listening to music or reading books like their life depended on it. All tables were taken around him: shelves were surrounded with people swarming for tons of emboilled wording, tables were packed to the brim with bags, sheets and notebooks. There was this lingering scent of wood, pine, and closeness around him, silence that tried to be silent but ended being composed of hushed murmurs.

He knew why,

It was because of his table.

His table had the best spot in the entire library. It was near enough to the entrance, but not as close as to let winter breezes reach him. There was a big window by his side, letting night snow be seen, but cars weren’t heard this late in the evening. It shows that Yuuei was going through it’s final exams– Bakugou had, no joke, been there from sun to sun and he was too tired to deal with people.

They whispered.

They whispered because his table was completely devoid of any people but him, everyone too scared to approach him lest he threw a tantrum over personal space and threw them off the window. The fire king was fierce, had possesion of the best table around and was undeniably untouchable.

Bakugou, again, hated libraries. They weren’t as silent as they preached to be, there was always this subtone of hushed voices that spoke no pragmatic matter, only petty gossiping that brought no good to his ears. He was easy into focusing, and quirk to do his homework, but that little toneless chatter was pestering him– hell, if he couldn’t stand Deku’s mumbling for a living, how was he going to condone such generalized murmuring all around him?

Another of his pencils broke in twain when he heard his name being pronounced among a pair of girls. Maybe his pencil breaking business was what got him so isolated. There were people sitting on the floor, as if truthfully fearful of the explosion boy.

Suddenly, a low voice came beside him.

“Can I sit here?” oh, he could recognize that voice anywhere. “All other tables are full.”

He pulled the chair out for Uraraka to take, and she gladly jumped in with a stack of hero law books tucked in his arms. She silently tidied her place with a little smile– people could only stare at her, mouths agape, as if she had dared to cross a forbidden threshold for all humankind. His response to her presence was almost inmediate and utmost unkind. “Don’t make any fucking noise, Uraraka. I can sniff your chatter urges a mile away.”

She rose an eyebrow to him. The first thing he noticed was the lack of spark in her brown pools, a evident sign of exhaustion that he had learnt to tell apart from other ocular displays of her– blinking ‘I need your help’ eyes, doe eyed ‘you’re so cool’ eyes, or the now ‘please I am tired don’t be too hard on me’ eyes, devoid of shine and only full of the brown color of her soul. Drowning in them was the only pathetic way he was willing to die

“I have better stuff to do other than talk with you, you know. As I said, I only sat here because there are no other tables available.”

“You can sit with all those fuckers down on the floor.” he stiffled in a yawn. “I don’t give a damn.”

She decided not to answer that and decided to focus on her books. Uraraka had decided to come to the library mostly because she was too tired to make her way to the dorms without getting some rest. Admittedly, she had expected to find the place empty so she could nap for a pair of minutes in a corner– her plan obviously backfired when the library ended up being full and she had no ther option but sit by Mr. FireHell Blondelocks.

As far as she was concerned, Bakugou’s dorm was being repaired due to some of his angry fits being thrown towards a wall, making his dorm look creepily open. That huge hole by his bed was all but tranquilizing. She should have known he would be in the library while his dorm was under repairations, because he couldn’t stand noise while studying and the crew taking care of his room would sure make too much of it.

Brief story: she was stuck with Bakugou until she finished her homework. And time was passing by way too slowly to her liking.

There was a moment when people started leaving the room. Stars twinkled outside the building and threw some shadows across the wooden floor, and lamps lit up the cozy place with a dim, orange light. Uraraka found this to be a bit too pleasant for her tired senses– there was a second in which her head fell a bit too down for Bakugou’s liking, who had been watching her silently as she started to doze off.

“Oi.” he nudged her rudely, and her head snapped up again. “Don’t go falling asleep on me.”

She started messing with her hair sheepishly, making Bakugou fidget uncomfortably in his seat. That antic of hers drove him insane: she was always doing it in front of everyone, in front of teachers, in front of fucking Deku. And he sometimes wondered what the fuck did that bastard have to make her so nervous when he couldn’t wake a single of her hairs up while being by far the most fearsome boy in their class.

“I’m sorry.” whispered she. He saw her grimace, keeping a yawn in– and it made him outwardly yawn, hand covering his mouth. “It’s been a rough day, today. I’ve been going from one place to another and I just couldn’t wait to crash the bed.”

And Bakugou understood the struggle. He was also fighting the exhaustion away, barely keeping it at bay and the fact that the staff had decided to royally mess with him by turning on the heat was not fucking helping. He had already removed his jacket and he was still a bit too warm to his liking. Knowing Uraraka and how sleepy she was, the fight must be tougher for her.

He shuffled a bit closer to her, feeling himself more tired than ever. “There’s not much people around.”

Her head rested on her palm now, looking at him with an interested gaze. “Mhm.”

“You can have your damn sleep, now.”

This– this startled her. He could have a heart, too? What was the world coming to that night? “Are you suggesting to keep watch on me… and actually let me have a little nap?”

“I am not gonna be your fucking babysitter.” spat he, crimsom eyes glaring at her despite the kindness within his flames. He eyed her unkempt hair and the dryness of her pretty stars, and her skin suddenly seemed paler than usual. “You look like a car ran over you. If you can’t take care of yourself I’ll have to show you how to fucking do it.”

He legit slammed her head against the wooden table, making a loud terrifying noise. Somebody could have mistaken that with a murdering attempt. Uraraka, however, laughed at his antics while watching the snowflakes drop before her. “I could use… some sleep.”

Bakugou almost didn’t catch what she said, as she was inmediately out of commision the moment her head crashed against the table. “Stupid woman.” mumbled he, taking a last glimpse at his diagrams and summaries while keeping an eye on her. Her hair was a mess, and he could tell it was bothering her.

Bakugou caressed her cheek with his fingertips and quickly brushed some strands away, the notion inmediately bringing him close to rage with this newfound feeling of intimacy. “Fuck this girl, fuck her!” he glared at her. “Fuck her in hell…”

But the way she was sleeping was kind of cute, too. Her head rested atop her hands, even breaths fanning some locks away and her face in peace for the first time in a while. He had never seen her so relaxed until now, and the image filled him with a sense of peace that he didn’t know he could feel until he stumbled with her.

His back was throbbing. He bet hers wasn’t right now.

She must be… comfortable, too.

Bakugou looked away and started cursing colorfully as he took his jacket from his spot on the chair’s back, and put it on top of her quiet body. The thought of her scent impregnating his clothes wouldn’t occur to him until midnight clocked by– and he would fall asleep thinking about her, too.

The blonde blushed, and all he could think about now was about how good a nap would be to him and how nice her warmth would be– he was half a meter away from her and he could already feel her whole self lulling him to sleep against his will.

That had to be illegal. His heart shouldn't be racing as hard as it was.

Eventually, Bakugou gave in and his head ended up on his arms too, both teens closer together than they had ever been– and Bakugou had taken her sweater as a paid back, he thought tiredly and without much logic, and draped it across his back. 

Uraraka shifted closer to him in her sleep, and he was only drawn to her scent. The sound of snowflakes melting against the windowpane made him remember that he hated libraries, but he would never hate this spot and he could forget about this hatred for a while as long as Uraraka was by him all the time, too.

She had had tons of space to sit at– floors and on top of shelves. But all tables had been full and, at the end of the day, he couldn’t find the heart to complain.

Aizawa eventually found both kids fast asleep on the table and sighed. “Man, kids these days. They grow up so fast.”