#crosshair would plan a nice dinner that he would cook for you

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Happy birthday!!!

I want to wish a very happy birthday to @drafthorsemath. You are one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, and your wit and empathy and contributions to this fandom are always a bright spot in my day. I’m so grateful for your friendship.

Crosshair wants to make sure that this year for you is one of health and happiness and new opportunities, and that you have all of the smooches and cuddles that you could ask for 😉😘

Image by @anxiouspineapple99

[archivistofnerddom]

The Bad Batch and Winter Holiday HCs

Because, why not? If the Bad Batch were to live in a random neighborhood, you know they would be here to do all the winter holiday/Christmas thing. So, here we go!

Tech and Wrecker team up to do all the exterior decorations. Things are about amazing as you’d expect them to be. There’s a light show (complete with music), several decoratively placed blow-up lawn (and roof) ornaments, and garlands galore.

Echo put the kibosh on them including fireworks in the light show. They don’t need a repeat of last year’s fight with their (not-so-)friendly neighborhood Karen. (He’s getting them a permit to do a New Year’s/end of the holiday season fireworks and light show as a surprise Christmas present. Just don’t tell Hunter.)

Omega convinces Hunter that they should all have their own trees to decorate to their personal tastes. He pretends to put up a fight and say that they don’t have enough space for that, but relents. (The smell of fir trees is soothing to Hunter, so he doesn’t mind having several trees around the house.)

The sheer variety of ways that the Batch decorate their individual trees is epic.

Omega’s tree has all of the ornament that they’ve made for themselves and each other over the years. She calls it the family tree, and she’s right.

Crosshair’s tree somehow has the most intricately designed ornaments on it and is universally agreed upon to be their holiday photo tree.

Echo’s tree is chaotic enough to make Fives proud. There is no rhyme or reason for his decoration choices.

Hunter goes for a classic look for his tree. It’s surprisingly quite fancy and becomes their dining room tree.

Wrecker’s tree is the living room tree. All of the wrapped presents go under it. It’s an eclectic combination of great vintage ornaments, fun lights (think bubble lights and snowball lights), and warm cheer.

Tech’s tree, of course, winds up on the roof and is part of the exterior light show.

Baking for the holidays is a three day affair. Wrecker and Omega have the best time decorating all the cookies and putting together treat bags for their friends and family as gifts.

Tech does a customized holiday light set-up for their cars. No, he will not ask you if you’re okay with him doing that. You’re getting this set-up. It’s up to you if you want to use or lose the extra decorations that Omega added (like bows and antlers).

Crosshair makes it his personal mission to mess with the neighborhood Karen whenever she complains about their decoration choices. The Grinch replica that wound up *just* on the other side of her property line totally wasn’t his doing. (The fact that he spends the bulk of the holiday season in Grinch sweaters and hoodies is completely coincidental and not at all planned.)

Hunter makes sure they get their yearly family photo around this time of year. He changes the outfit theme every year. The one time he tried to get everyone to dress nice was a near-disaster.

The rotating theme happened because the one year Hunter wanted them to dress up nicely, Crosshair, Tech, and Wrecker all showed up in ugly sweaters without even talking to one another beforehand. The sheer hilarity of that kept it from being a complete disaster. Ever since then, at least one person shows up in an on-theme ugly sweater for the holiday family photo.

Echo and Omega are responsible for their Christmas cards every year. They’re the only ones responsible enough to do that — mostly because they can keep the cards on trend for the holidays.

For as chaotic and messy as it is, Hunter’s favorite part of the holidays is their family gift exchange. Everyone is in comfy PJs, drinking coffee and hot chocolate, and passing around gifts.

Wrecker is responsible for their big family dinner. While everyone helps get ready for that with decorations and setting the table, he’s got everything going on schedule in the kitchen. He loves seeing how much his family and their guests appreciate his cooking.

One year, Omega (with help from Crosshair) made customized stockings for everyone. Those are the stockings that the Batch has used every year since.

Getting a handmade stocking from Omega becomes a mark of true honor and love among their extended family and friend group.

[a-lil-perspective]

The Clones and what they would give you or do for your big day. Happy birthday!! 🥺 Rex- A big bouquet of flowers! Your favorite kind Echo- he would read through all of your amazing writings and leave well deserved compliments on every single one of them. Fives- Cook your favorite dinner together of course! Quality time and some yummy food. Jesse- Crosshair. No seriously. He will catch him in a box and send him to you. will even throw on a bow! Kix- Did someone say a birthday shopping spree? Tup- A big hug. Sometimes thats all you need. Dogma- he would try and write a little fanfic about you and a topic that you love Hardcase- he would plan a fun day out. Mini golf or maybe a movie and finding funny ways to sneak snacks into the theatre. He talks during the whole movie but its to make you laugh so its a-okay! Coric- surprises you with a cup of coffee in the morning and some donuts Bly- a boudoir calendar of himself. He can be a bit much sometime 99- He would clean your whole home for you while you took a nice long birthday nap Cody- a gift basket of nice soaps, bathbombs, and lotions. Hypoallergenic Waxer/Boil- would set up babysitting for you so you could enjoy an evening out on the town Wolffe- a birthday picnic in the park Boost/Sinker- a big container of your favorite cookies and cupcakes Hunter- snuggles on the couch with a new blanket, some takeout pizza, and your favorite show on the tv. Wrecker- surprise party with all of your family and friends. He insists on a pin the tail on the donkey tournament Tech- hacks into the school system and changes all of your grades for you. A nice crafting kit Crosshair- a quiet night together in a cabin somewhere in the mountains, snuggled up by the fire as you talk about nothing

I hope you have an amazing day and get to spend it the way you deserve<3

😭❤️😍

Catch me literally crying over this.

@soclonely. This. Is beyond wonderful and made me feel so warm and fuzzy. What an amazing birthday gift. Thank you so much for making this especially for me. I love you and your work; you are so brilliant and this has got to be one of if not my most favorite “The Clones As” post of yours.

I almost didn’t want to post this because I wanted to keep it in my inbox forever. I’ve literally been daydreaming about spending my birthday with each of these boys; they’re all such heartwarming scenarios and they are so tailor-made for me—I really appreciate all the thought you put into this.

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Rex and my favorite flowers.

Echo and reading my work.🥺He is such a lovely soul and I would so appreciate all of his feedback and insight.

Fives and making my favorite dish—I actually got to do this today and the whole time I was thinking of enjoying it with Fives.

JESSE SENDING ME CROSSHAIR. OMG. I AM LIVING. I imagine opening a tall, skinny box and pulling out a very disgruntled Crosshair. Then I stick the bow on his head and give him a kiss.🥰

HELL YEAH I’D LOVE TO GO SHOPPING WITH KIX.

I BET TUP GIVES THE BEST HUGS.

Dogma and writing me a fic—I would absolutely love to read his work.😍

Hardcase would make for an amazing and eventful day. I would go anywhere with him he is so lively.

Coric giving me coffee and donuts omg bless I love him.🥺❤️

BLY AND A BOUDOIR CALENDAR OF HIMSELF OMG.😂😂

99 cleaning my house AWWW I would totally spend time with him doing that; he is wonderful.

Cody would have the BEST taste in soaps, bath bombs, and lotions. It would be very much appreciated.😍

I would trust Waxer and Boil with my adike 100%.🥺

Wolffe and a birthday picnic in the park. Omg I was wearing the PERFECT picnic dress today and I was hardcore fantasizing about this. Pure bliss.

Boost and Sinker are the real deal with cupcake/cookie tins!!!!!

Hunter and snuggles.🥺❤️😍I would give anything to hold this man. I’d cover us both up with my 50lb weighted blanket.

Wrecker would throw THE BEST birthday shindig he has so much energy and I love him to death. XD

Tech gifting me a crafting kit... I am literally🥺🥲I would absolutely adore that. Now I’m dreaming of doing crafts with Tech...

OKAY I’M FREAKING MELTING OVER CROSSHAIR. Spending a quiet night with him snuggled up by the fire during a mountain getaway... I am so soft it hurts.

[honeypirate]

Thanksgiving Kisses

Aizawa x fyn

A/n: okay so I felt very inspired by fire force and mha so I wanted to write a character who’s quirk is like Sho’s adolla. I also thought it would be cool to have the readers hero name be Adolla.

Hero name: Adolla

Hero suit description: simple black body suit that goes to your ankles and wrists. Easy to move in and keeps you warmer so you can hold your time freeze longer. A belt that holds your katana on your back. Thigh high black combat boots that hold several throwing knives and a dagger.

Quirk info: readers special attack requires chilling the surrounding area to such a low temperature, it reduces the heat that causes the natural expansion of the universe, resulting in time passing more slowly for everything; the sole exception being the reader, who remains at normal speed. The only downside being you can’t hold it for too long or else you’ll freeze.

My change is that Reader can also transfer the body heat from attackers into making her attacks with a katana even more powerful.

I feel like I really like this version of reader. “Adolla” reader will probably be a reocurring character for my fics.

☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎

“It doesnt count if you’re already planning your defeat”

You’re in the training grounds, critiquing a student that you’re giving one on one lessons after school. He’s not even trying at this point and it’s starting to annoy you.

“If you’re not fighting like it’s your last fight you’re going to get no where. You’re already accepting that you’ll fail, so you’ll fail. How can you grow into the hero you need to be if you’re not even trying?” (Wow. I sound like Mr Aizawa) you think to yourself as the student gets mad and attacks.

You activate your quirk and take a few moments as the world cools, in your demension of silence, to really look at the student’s form as he came at you. His quirk was fire and he had a fireball headed right towards you as you walked up to him, he was getting faster you’d give him that. You lightly shove him back on his butt as you release your quirk. He falls back with a grunt. “You’re getting better, quicker. If you can learn to control your anger you’ll be a great hero” you say and help him back to his feet “that’s it for today” he bows and then leaves running away from you.

You picked up your black jacket from the ground and sigh. Your teaching outfit consisted of loose black combat pants tucked into black boots with a white tank top tucked in to your pants. You had your Katana slung across your back and didn’t feel like removing it to put on your jacket so you just threw it over your shoulder. You liked to show off the tattoos on your right arm, a half sleeve of flowers and butterflies from your mid forearm to your shoulder. But for more professional meetings you kept a jacket with you, it also helped keep you warm if you had to use your quirk for so long.

“You could go a little easier on him” you chuckled as you turned to the man in the doorway, walking towards him you say “I could but the world won’t go easy on him.” He smirks and when you’re right in front of him you touch his chest “I’m just teaching like I know you would Sir” you smile coyly and look up at him Through your lashes, he chuckles “I keep saying you don’t have to call me sir. We’re coworkers and you’re not even that much younger than me. Call me Aizawa. Or Shouta even” he says and you get even closer to him and whisper “I know you like it when I call you Sir” you wink and then laugh when he blushes. You pull back and smile innocently. “Shouta it is then” You would always mess with him and tease him, the only other person he’d let tease him was Present Mic, it made you feel special.

Shouta Aizawa and you were like two peas in a pod, cut from the same cloth, you understood him and he understood you perfectly. When working together or fighting together you can read each other like a book.

You’re walking down the sidewalk with him now, heading back to the teachers dorm “Do you have any plans next week for Thanksgiving?” He asks you and you look at him with a look of shock “Shouta? do you remember my American holidays?” You ask and clutch at your heart “I’m so shocked and a little impressed.” He rolls his eyes and you laugh “I don’t have any plans. I was going to go to my parents place but they decided to go on a cruise so Im going to just stay here. I’m probably going to do some work and then cook dinner. Traditional thanksgiving dinner.” You clear your throat “I notoriously cook too much, do you wanna come?” He looks serious for a second before bumping his shoulder into yours “I’d love to. It sounds fun.” You smile at him suddenly excited “cool! You don’t think it’s weird if it’s just us right? I can invite other people but I’m just not as close with anyone else.::.” He laughs “don’t worry it’ll be fine. Not weird”

You’re bouncing with energy and excitement as you text your mom for recipes, he thinks it’s adorable as he quietly watches you in his peripheral vision. When you shove your phone into your pocket you get an idea “also Shouta?...do you happen to be good at cooking? Maybe you could come over early and help me?” You sound shy and looking at the ground “I can cook. And I’d love to help you” he says in his normal gruff voice, trying not to show how his heart fluttered and how he got excited to be around you in a setting outside of work.

You were at the dorms now and had to part ways “okay. So if we don’t have anything crazy happen with villains, you can just come over after classes are over and after you’re done with whatever work you have and we can cook and listen to music. It will be great!” You can’t help but hug him, smiling more when he hugs you back. “Thank you, Shouta. To be honest I was sad because this is my favorite holiday.” You pull back before you let yourself melt into him like you really wanted to. “You’re my hero” you say dramatically and he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear. “I’m glad I can help”

You can’t help but activate your quirk for a few seconds, looking up at him, leaning softly into his touch.

You release your quirk and he looks confused for half a second, was your skin this cold when he first touched you? You smile up at him “I’m gonna go prepare. Thank you again. See you later” you hate leaving him. He’s like a magnet to you, you wanted to be around him always. So it was always hard to say goodbye.

He hated watching you go, always wanted to reach out and stop you, to pull you back to him and hold you tight. But he never did. He was always so afraid of having someone he loved, afraid they’d get hurt or targeted from villains. But with you it was different. He had no fears because you were by far the most powerful hero he knew. More powerful than All Might because of the fact that you could stop time. He’d have nothing to ever worry about with you, but still he held back. Overthought about it, anxiety bigger than he could handle right now.

As strong as you were, you enjoyed being low key. You never wanted to be the number one hero, you confessed to him one night walking home together, you wanted to help people not be in the spotlight. He was one of the few people who knew truly how your quirk worked and he’d always keep your secrets. You only wanted to help people like you wish someone could have helped your best friend when you were kids, who was caught in the crosshairs on the sidelines of the action. You used your quirk to focus on bystanders first then help with the villains. He adored that you were focused on doing good and not fame. Once you disappeared he shoved his hands into his pocket and went to his place.

The next day you went out and bought the groceries you would need. You were so excited you didn’t even mind carrying the heavy bags back home. “Y/n why didn’t you call me?” Aizawa appears behind you and takes some bags from your hands “Hey Shouta! I should have, you’re right! I didn’t expect it to be so much” you laugh and smile up at him as you distribute bags between you both. The way the sunlight hit you just then, you looked like an angel to him, like you had a real halo. “Next time. Promise?” He says and You laugh, warmed by how much he cares “Pinky promise!” You say and reach out linking your pinky with his around the bags you carried. That small action made him fall harder for you. The rest of the walk filled with easy conversation, he carried the groceries to your apartment before excusing himself to finish his original errands before running into you.

Before you knew it, Thanksgiving arrived! You prepped the night before making two pies, got up early to make your moms famous stuffing and stuffed the Turkey. Setting a reminder on your phone to come back and put it in the oven during lunch.

You wore socks that had turkeys on them and that was the only change to your appearance. You teach your classes and train your students before heading back to your place to flip the turkey and start prepping the other side dishes. You get home and kick off your shoes and setting your Katana on it’s shelf. You squeal excitedly as you look around your clean apartment and your small table in your dining room set up and decorated with nice plates and silverware as well as nice thanksgiving centerpieces you borrowed from home.

You flip the turkey and connect your phone to your surround sound speakers that play in the kitchen and living room, playing your favorite playlist which you mixed in holiday music to so it was a perfect mix.

While you’re in your room, changing into a red blouse tucked into a black cotton pencil skirt. Aizawa texted you to let you know he’s coming over now and you get a little nervous. You get done changing and do a little makeup before heading out and getting out ingredients and cutting boards, thankful to have busy work so you could do something with your hands. He knocks and you tell for him to come in.

“Hey Shouta. Thank you again for helping me” you smile and he nods “no problem. What do you need me to do?” You freeze the moment, he’s rolling up his sleeves and you take a good look at what he’s wearing. He actually dressed up nice for your two person party. A black button up shirt into black nice pants. He slicked his hair back into a low bun and had on socks with turkeys on them, your face flushes and you feel the cold make it’s way up your neck and back before you let the moment go and let your quirk go. You smile in embarrassment from your actions, glad he wasn’t looking at you to see the steam from your flushed cheeks and the ice. “Well the turkey needs anither hour or so, I’ve made a cheese ball and crackers for snacking in case you’re hungry. It’s what my mom used to do for us growing up”

He looks at your hands as you cut up an onion, your fingers expertly dicing. He loves your beautiful hands. Your voice brings him back to the moment. “Maybe you could make the sweet potato casserole. I have the recipe right here” you wash your hands and grab a note card from the top of the fridge. “I’m making the green bean casserole and then when we’re done the turkey will be done and we can bake them. Then after that I have cranberry sauce and bread dough to make into rolls.” He takes the note card and gets busy. You already boiled the potatoes so it wasn’t hard work, as you guys worked you talked and flirted. You stole many glances at him wishing you could reach out and kiss him. After he was done with the casserole he started making the cranberry sauce.

You finished the green bean casserole and then checked the turkey “it’s done! You grin at him and then say “can you get it out of the oven for me? It’s really heavy.” He smiles and nods “of course” he knows what you’re doing. Making him feel more manly with you, he knows your strength and this would be easy for you, but still he gets the hot pads and takes the turkey out of the oven and you easily pop in the casseroles quickly.

He sets the turkey on a towel on the counter, keeping the lid on so it would stay warm. He turns to you and you smile “thank you Shouta” you say quietly and before you realize you’ve reached out and tucked a stray strand of his hair behind his ear. You rest your hand on his cheek and gaze into his eyes.

He places a hand over yours on his cheek and his other hand on your waist pulling you close to him as he looks down at you. You look down at his lips then back to his eyes with a blush starting to reach your cheeks.

“HEYYYYOOO” Present Mic’s voice rang out through your apartment and you and Shouta quickly parted and busied yourselves with other things. “Hey! In the kitchen!” You call out. Shouta clears his throat and you look over at him and wink before Mic comes into the room

“hey Hizashi what’s up?!” You say excitedly and he matches the excitement “how come I wasn’t invited to the party?!” You laugh “I’m sorry I just. It was last minute and I assumed everyone was busy. You’re welcome to stay! And Hey I have an idea! While we wait for this stuff to bake we should put up my Christmas tree!”

Shouta should have groaned and hated this, should have rolled his eyes, but the way you lit up with excitement about putting up a tree made him happy. He smiled at you and nodded. “Sounds fun y/n” he said. Hizashi looked over at him with a furrowed brow “okay! I’ll go get it from my closet!” You wash tour hands and skip from the kitchen down the hall

“Aizawa!” Hizashi whisper yells when you’re gone “what?” He says gruffly “you sly dog. You like her!” He said and pushed Aizawa’s shoulder lightly to which Aizawa just huffed and left the kitchen.

You heard every word, your apartment carries sound so easy, Aizawa liked you! He didn’t deny it! He was trying to kiss you earlier! Amazing! You do a dance in the closet.

You realize you can’t reach the box you roll your stool from your vanity over into the closet and slowly climb on top of it, going slowly to keep your balance, once you had the box in your hand you smiled big and began to lower it to the ground but you lose your balance and the wheels of the stool rolled out from under you,

As you screamed in shock Aizawa ran and slid onto his knees catching you before you fell onto the ground “y/n!” He said looking down at you and you laugh “my hero” you say and reach up stroking his cheek.

Present Mic came running in but paused and kept quiet when he saw you both from the doorway. He decided to go back and check on the casseroles and nab some of that cheeseball he saw.

“You could have came and asked me for help” Aizawa said, still holding you to him as you stroke his cheek “and lose the oportunity to be held in your arms? Never” you say and brush your lips against his softly. You pull back after a second and just look into his eyes, a small smile on his lips as he looks back at you.

You kissed him. Your lips touched his. He wasn’t dreaming right? This is happening? Realistically it’s only been a minute since you kissed him, but it feels like his world has exploded into something beautiful. His heart is beating wild and he has butterflies in his stomach, you fit so perfectly in his arms. Your lips were so soft. Once he was sure he wasn’t dreaming his lips crashed into yours again. You melted into him, kissing him back with just as much fervor. He bites your bottom lip and takes advantage of the moment you gasp to deepen the kiss and stick his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth and pushed him down onto his back and straddled his hips. Your skirt riding up your thighs gave him the perfect view of your lace underwear when your head whipped up to the sound of the Alexa timer signaling the oven was done. “The food!”

You were on top of him one second and the next second you were gone. Activating your quirk to run into the kitchen, popping up right next to Present Mic with a mouthful of cheese and crackers which went flying from his mouth when he screamed at the top of his lungs when you just appeared out of nowhere.

He chokes on the rest of the food in his mouth, coughing with a hand on his knee, you say “Alexa stop please” as you take the casseroles out of the oven. “They look amazing!!” You squeal in excitement and turn around making eye contact with a very confused Aizawa.

“Sorry Shouta...” you whisper and try to contain your laughter. He just gives you a look that says you’ll continue that later when Hizashi leaves. “So I guess the Christmas tree is forgotten about...” Hizashi says when he finally swallows his mouth full. You pop the rolls in the oven and go get more plates to set out another spot.

When it’s time to eat you make sure they have drinks before you stand at the head of the table with a carving knife and fork in your hands you look at your friends here. You look at Aizawa the most, his expression was so kind and loving it brought happy excited tears to your eyes. “Thank you guys for coming. Aizawa for indulging me and Hizashi for showing up out of the blue. You don’t know how much this truly means to me. In my house thanksgiving has always been just a celebration of family and all of the blessings we have had through the years.” You clear your throat and laugh a little at the happy tears that spill from your eyes. Your friends are smiling at you and you continue with your speech “I am so thankful for you guys and to be able to be at this school in my dream job. you’re my friends and I’m happy to call you my family as well. Okay that’s enough of my tears” you laugh and take the napkin from the outstretched hand of Aizawa near you, dabbing your eyes to not mess up your makeup. “I’ll cut the turkey now and we can dish the rest!” The laughter and conversation ensued as your little table of two close friends began to eat and exclaim how delicious your cooking was.

After dinner was over, Aizawa and Hizashi helped you clear the table to set out the pies and whip cream and refill drinks, as they enjoyed dessert you excused yourself to the kitchen. Boxing up leftovers for them if they wanted to take some home.

“You’re something else y/n” you looked up from your last box up into the eyes of the man you were falling for “It’s my way of showing thanks to you guys for all the love I have felt tonight. We’ve all been through so much with each other, for each other, for this school. You guys are my family.” You smile back at him as you stack the boxes on the counter.

He takes your hand and pulls you back into the living room where they have have cleaned up and they’re and Present Mic is smiling wide and says “to y/n! For giving us such a wonderful night free of stress and full of delicious food!” Aizawa hands you a glass and lifts his own “to y/n!” He echos and you smile and can’t help the few tears that fall. “I’m so happy you both enjoyed yourseves.” You say and Aizawa pulls you into a side hug.

Aizawa helps you quickly do all the dishes and Present Mic takes it upon himself to put up your Christmas tree and string it with lights dramatically while singing a bad rendition of jingle bells to which he didn’t know all the words.

“So” you say with a cute laugh “about the uh,,, closet times” you giggle while rinsing a plate and placing it in a drying rack “the closet times. That’s what we’re calling it huh?” You laugh “yeah. That’s what we’re calling it. For now at least. Maybe later we can call it the moment you realized how amazing and wonderful I am and how you realized that was the moment you couldn’t live without me” you say with cocky humor and he turns off the water and finishes washing the last dish. He passes it to you and you rinse it and then take the towel he’s offering you to dry your hands on. “If we wanted to pin point that moment I’d say it was the second day I met you. The closet times was you moment I realized that I should have been kissing you all this time” you feel all giddy in your chest when he softly reaches out and takes you by your cheeks and kisses you again.

You pull back when you hear a whistle in the doorway and laugh when you see Present Mic in the doorway wagging his eyebrows and dancing. “Get outta here” Aizawa says with a little smile before he goes back to kissing you. You giggle against his lips and kiss him back. When he pulls back you tuck his loose hair again and say “nah I’m always gonna call it the closet times” you laugh when he gives you a look.

You take out the left over boxes and hand them to Hizashi as he makes his way out the door. “Thank you y/n. Tonight was just what I needed too” he kissed your cheek and then was gone.

When you turn back to look at Aizawa he’s already walking over to you. You have butterflies in your stomach as he pulls you to him and kisses you hard. “If you want to know the moment I fell in love with you that was the third day I knew you” he says and you laugh. If it was the time I beat your ass in front of your students then that’s the time I fell in love with you too” he laughs and nods “that exact moment I knew I had to have you” you kiss up his neck softly “I’m so thankful for you. And for your kisses” you whisper and he laughs “I’m thankful I finally have you in my arms. I can see why you love this holiday so much y/n. It’s one of my favorites now too” he kissed your forehead and you sighed, feeling like you finally had everything you needed in life.

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

A Woman of Letters (Getting a Feel for Sam Winchester) - Chapter 11

Summary:  You’ve just opened an occult bookstore in Lebanon, Kansas, when you fall for a tall, handsome customer…literally. You soon find out that there’s more to the world than you ever suspected, including you. Discovering your heritage puts you directly in a witch’s crosshairs, though, so the Winchesters offer to take you in and teach you how to protect yourself. As you discover your own family history with the supernatural and your own hidden talents, you can’t help but wish a certain brother was as excited about your interest as you are.

Total length: 43 chapters, 70,247 words - Read on AO3 - Series masterlist

Chapter word count:  2236 words

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Canon-level angst and violence

You

Once you and the brothers had returned to the bunker and unloaded the car, they left you alone to unpack and get settled in to your room. They had questioned you about your time alone with Crowley, and you assured them he hadn’t hurt you in any way. As you emptied bags into drawers, you went over the events of the past 24 hours in your mind. Impressions and feelings flitted through you as you reviewed your talks with the brothers and with Crowley.

Your heart to heart with Dean the day before, short as it was, had made a huge impression on you. As you had approached him, you somehow knew he blamed himself for everything, he loved Lisa and Ben like he loved his brother, and losing them had been as painful for him as losing your family had been for you. When you took his hand, your heart just broke for him, and when he had hugged you, you pictured in your mind that were trying to glue broken pieces of a beautiful crystal bowl back together. Something told you that you and Dean could be close friends, if time allowed. Breakfast this morning had only reassured you of that.

Your time with Sam was different. Something about Sam just screamed warmth and safety to you. The fact that he’d been your savior both in real life and in your dream told you that. It didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes, too. Oh, and not to mention a wonderful sleeping partner. There was something more there, though. What you already felt with Dean was clear and easy. Sam, however, seemed like a slightly tougher nut to crack. Although you thought he liked you, especially since he came running when you cried out in the night, he did seem awfully anxious about the idea of you sticking around.

And then there was Crowley. What a dichotomy of impressions you had of him. On the one hand, he’s the freaking King of Hell, a demon, and completely malicious and untrustworthy. Your brain kept chanting that over and over again while you sat in a booth at a bar with him. Demon, demon, demon. But when he sat down and chatted politely with the brothers, you had a hard time seeing him hurting the Winchesters. Honestly, if he weren’t the King of Hell, or even a demon, you would have quite liked him. Up until the point where he rescued you and left the brothers alone with Rowena, that is. When you had realized what he had done, you had scolded him, which only made him smile. He had chuckled as he told you that his plan was to let the boys try to kill Rowena, while keeping you out of harm’s way, and maybe using you as a hostage in the future to keep the Winchesters on task. If they lived. Part of you had wanted to yell at him and demand he rescue the Winchesters, but part of you knew better. So, you asked him nicely.

“Please, Crowley. Please bring them back here.” You had grabbed his arm with both of your hands and looked into his eyes with your heart on your sleeve. “Please don’t leave them there alone.” Crowley had gotten a strange look on his face, then he seemed to soften towards you. His gruff, sarcastic, evil exterior melted a bit, and he had almost smiled at you. He took a deep breath, shook his head with a sigh, and snapped his fingers. As the Winchesters had appeared next to you, you had smiled at him, earning you an almost confused smile in return before his usual manner returned and he faced the two men.

The whole exchange brought up so many questions and feelings. The King of Hell saved the Winchesters simply because you said, “please.” Or, at least, that’s what it seemed like. Were demons just that rude to their king that a little polite kindness had him melting all over you? The whole thing didn’t make sense.

Late in the afternoon, you opened up the final bag of belongings and stopped in surprise. Photo albums, picture frames, and a few of your favorite books were inside. You knew you hadn’t packed these items, and you certainly wouldn’t have included them in a list of necessary supplies, though you were glad they were there, so who did? As you carefully set up the picture frames on the long shelf above the bed, Dean walked in.

“You getting all settled in okay?” Dean was smiling when you turned around. “Is there anything we missed, or anything we need to pick up at the store?”

“I’m good. Everything’s here that I can think I’d need, and more. Were you the one that packed this bag?” Dean looked at the contents and shook his head.

“Nope. The only books I would have grabbed were cookbooks.” Dean shrugged and grinned. Sam did it. Sam thought to save the irreplaceable. You smiled, then pulled your thoughts back to the conversation.

“Then you would have been disappointed. I’m not much of a cook. I can follow a recipe, but I don’t have the talent my mom did to just whip something up out of nothing.” Dean shrugged again.

“No biggie. We do a lot of take out around here, when I don’t feel like cooking. Sammy’s good with grilled cheese sandwiches and salads, but that’s about it. Speaking of, you okay with burgers for dinner? You’re not vegan or anything, are you?” Dean looked absolutely horrified at the prospect, making you laugh.

“Oh, no! Burgers sound great! I love a good burger, and some pie.” You grinned, and Dean’s face lit up for a moment before he gave you a serious look.

“Hey. No stealing my pie. You’ll have to get your own.” Dean shook a finger at you and you laughed.

“Then you better not leave your pie unattended!” You laughed while Dean’s face got overly serious and he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Nobody touches my pie.” You raised your hands in surrender and he smiled. “Anyway, I’ll go start dinner, so be ready to eat in a few.”

“Mind if I follow you? This place is like a maze. Leave me to myself, and you might never see me again!” Dean smiled and nodded, and you followed him out the door. On the way through the hallways, you considered the man next to you again. Yes. Clear, open, and easy. As long as you don’t eat his pie.

Over dinner, you chatted with the brothers about the Men of Letters and your uncle some more. Sam and Dean both couldn’t believe you had read the books and still didn’t believe.

“Sam, I bet those books are about transgender issues in pregnant shape shifters or digestive tract anomalies in vampires or something ridiculous like that. I mean, I can believe she thought they weren’t real.” You smiled at Dean while you swallowed.

“One is about dermatitis in werewolves, and another has to do with demonic healing properties as related to poor vision and dental decay. Seriously, I thought they were some kind of alternative writing style for really boring horror stories.” Both brothers chuckled while they ate. “I was never able to read my uncle’s journals, though. They’re in some kind of shorthand. I don’t know if the Men of Letters had a secret language or what, but I could never make heads or tails out of anything he wrote. It’s definitely not English, though.” Dean waved at Sam while he spoke.

“Sam’s your man, there. He gets all nerdy about languages and old books, don’t ya, Sammy?” Sam gave Dean a solid bitch face. Dean put a hand up by his mouth as if Sam couldn’t hear him, and whispered loudly, “Dusty books in dead languages are better than porn for him.” Dean smirked while Sam cried out and threw his napkin at Dean. You giggled and tried not to stare at Sam’s face as it turned bright red. You tried to settle your face into a reassuring smile and put a hand on Sam’s arm.

“It’s okay, Sam. I owned a bookstore for a reason.” You gave him a wink, and his face somehow got even redder, but a small smile played on his lips. You found yourself staring at that smile for a moment too long, and took a swig of the beer you were drinking as you pulled your hand back. You dug back into your burger as Dean picked up the conversation again.

“I can see how those books wouldn’t convince you that the supernatural is real, but you owned an occult bookstore. If you didn’t believe in otherworldly stuff, what did you believe in?” Normally, questions about your beliefs made you uncomfortable, but coming from Dean, it seemed completely natural and safe.

“I know a lot of folks assume that an occult bookstore owner is automatically a Wiccan, or a psychic, or something like that, but I’ve always been on the skeptical side. I started the store after my uncle died because he had a store just like it before my parents died. I loved that store. I’d spend time there after school, and he put me to work during the summers. When there wasn’t much work to do, I’d read the books. I could always tell that he didn’t think much of most of the books he sold, so I took it all with a grain of salt. Astrology, spirit boards, and love potions all got disinterested sniffs from my uncle, so I laughed at the books and such and moved on. What I do believe in, at its most basic, is energy. I believe everything and everyone has energy. Some people can see it, as in auras, some people can interpret it better, like psychics, and I believe everyone can feel it, to one degree or another. Anything else I believe in stems from that.” Sam and Dean both nodded thoughtfully, and then Sam huffed with a smile.

“I’m not sure about astrology, but spirit boards and love potions are real.” Sam’s smile turned into a frown and Dean looked startled at Sam’s statement.

“Really?” You weren’t sure you wanted to make Sam tell whatever stories he was obviously referring to, but you were deathly curious.

“Sam got whammied by a love potion once. He even married her while under the influence.” Dean chuckled. “That was an interesting Vegas trip!” Dean chuckled and Sam flushed again.

“The marriage was never consummated, and we had it annulled immediately after taking care of the demon responsible,” Sam assured you quickly. Dean finished chewing a bite of his burger, and looked at Sam questioningly.

“I forget, did Pamela use spirit boards?” Sam swallowed hard and shook his head.

“Not Pamela. Another psychic I used once had one on the table, but didn’t use it.” Sam took a deep breath. “Remember just before Dad died? When you were in the coma?” A shadow passed over both of their faces and your heart ached for both of them.

“Oh, yeah,” Dean said quietly. Sam cleared his throat.

“Dean was in a coma, but I was able to talk to him with a spirit board. My guess is, if you’re not psychic, then you probably can’t control who answers when you use a spirit board, but something will answer.” You nodded.

“Speaking of spirits, what about ghosts? I mean, they’re energy, so I’ve always believed in ghosts. I’m half afraid you’re about to tell me the one thing I do believe in doesn’t exist.” You chuckled, and the brothers chuckled, too, lightening the mood.

“Yes, ghosts are real. But they’re usually not nice. The longer they hang around, the angrier and more vengeful they get. You have to salt and burn their bones, or whatever they are attached to in order to get rid of them.” Dean finished off his dinner and his explanation with a smile. “And on that note, I’m off to do some reading about how to kill a 300-year old witch in spite of the fact that she’s got her paws on the most powerful book of evil crap ever created. I cooked, you two clean, and I’ll see you all in the library later.” Dean got up and left the room, resting a hand on your shoulder as he walked behind you. You smiled up at him and covered his hand with yours for the half second it was there.

You and Sam cleaned up the dishes in a silence that was almost companionable. You felt like Sam was distracted by something, but you guessed it was the situation with Rowena, so you didn’t ask.

That night, you had another nightmare, and again, Sam was there to comfort you. As you settled into the warmth and comfort of his arms, you ignored the tiny voice inside your head telling you that this was a mistake. That someone as handsome and brave and all-around wonderful as Sam could never like someone as simple and plain as you. That feeling these feelings would only complicate what had already become a very complicated life. As you snuggled into Sam’s side, his arm firm around you and your head on his chest, you breathed in the comforting scent of Sam and felt yourself immediately falling asleep.

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Dinner and a show

*sorry in advance, there are some scene transitions that seem quite sudden. There should be a few line breaks between them, so bare with me.*

The Co op was close by, they’d made it most of the way there the day before. Now it was clear sailing to their destination.

“... I’m just saying, it shouldn’t be too hard to make cheese. I’m shocked no one’s tried it.” Sole continued. “And bread! Razor grain isn't as versatile as wheat, but it could be done.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re obsessed?” He joked. “Never met someone so fascinated with what ends up as shit.”

“I would’ve agreed with you a few months ago.” She admitted. “But now… It's like a challenge. Figuring out how to make things taste better than edible. But hey, if you’d rather go back to eating cold cram…”

“Not complaining,” Hancock answered, holding his hands up in surrender. “Just not a subject I’m well versed on. Well except…” He coughed, looking away.

“Except what?” She demanded, smiling eagerly.

“Well… My mom… She used to bake mutfruit pie…” He started nervously. “Used to help her out sometimes…” She got a huge grin, grabbing hold of his elbow.

“Yes! That sounds perfect!!!” She gushed excitedly. He was taken by surprise as she held onto his arm. When had this developed? Then he thought about the night before, what he’d thought had been a dream. He flushed purple. “Oh hey I can see the Co op!” She said smiling, letting go of his arm. “Race you!” She took off, stunning him for a moment, before he grinned and dashed after her.

-

The Co op was fevered with activity. Agents were scanning the perimeter, helping construct the teleporter, or resting up before it was their turn. Sole was nearly shot on sight by an unwary agent unfamiliar with her, but Deacon was quick to meet her to dissuade gun fight.

“Hey you made it to the party,” Deacon greeted her warmly. “Sorry, but it’s bring-your-own-beer.”

“Man, these Rail signs are getting complicated.” She joked, walking towards the Co op with him. “What do I say to that? ‘Sorry, I only drink Vim?’” Hancock caught up to them, out of breath. “So how’s the bbq looking?”

“Not cooking yet, but we should be grilling by tomorrow… You know we don’t have to use code here.” Deacon pointed out.

“Yeah, but it’s fun. Keeps me on my toes.” She teased. She turned back to Hancock. “Oh hey you finally caught up.” He gave a wheezing laugh and a thumbs up, stopping for a moment to get his breath back.

“Could use some jet after that.” He rasped.

-

They settled in the main barn where the hive activity was centered. Desdemona was smoking, reviewing reports and such. She reminded Hancock of Fahrenheit, and it gave him a twinge of worry. How was she doin holding up the fort.

“Charmer.” Des greeted Sole curtly. Sole cringed, looks like forgiveness wasn’t going to be forthcoming. “Has Deacon briefed you on your assignment?”

“Get in, find Patriot, get out. Is that close enough?” Sole asked, crossing her arms. Des flicked ash from the end of her cigarette.

“This isn’t a joke. Lives depend on this.” Des snapped. “If you’re not going to take it seriously then-” Deacon stepped in, clearing his throat.

“Ok, let’s all calm down, not everyday we have a way into the institute, and someone willing to risk their neck to get there.” Deacon reminded her. Des frowned, grinding out her cigarette against the barn wall.

“Tinker Tom says the device should be operational in the morning. Report to Carrington, he’ll give you a once over before the op.” She finished with annoyance, before turning her attention back to the reports pinned to the barn wall. Deacon moved them away and out of the barn.

“When was the last time that woman took a shit?” Hancock muttered under his breath, making Sole chuckle.

“Carrington's over here, word of warning, he doesn’t like being out in the open.” Deacon cautioned as they approached one of the cabins.

“Ohno, and he’s usually so cheery.” She mused.

-

“My compliments to Doctor Sun,” Carrington noted dryly, examining the stitches along her side. “His work is not entirely unfortunate.” He sat back. “You’re healing remarkably well, considering Agent Deacon said you were at death’s door.” She sat up, pulling her shirt back over the stitches and slipped on her leather jacket.

“He’s exaggerating.” She assured him. “I had a couple splinters, a few bruises, and a bit of a limp.” He frowned, a deeper frown than usual.

“These stitches say otherwise.” He noted. He gave her a serious look. “Charmer, I am aware that you are frustrated. I understand that.” She looked up at him in surprise. “Desdemona makes some… Interesting calls with the agents, often putting them in danger needlessly. This frustrates me. But at the end of the day, she doesn’t do so lightly. She fervently believes in the cause, and has little patience with with those who don’t.”

“Trust me, I believe in the cause.” Sole cut in bitterly. “I believe synths have every right to live and be free. I’ve already demonstrated I’d die for one, but at the end of the day I’m here to take down the institute.” He nodded.

“Not an unheard of motivation among agents.” He admitted. “It was what started my journey to the Railroad, well, mine and my sister’s.” He clasped his hands together. “Our parents were scientists, working in Diamond City. One day they both disappeared.”

“I had no idea…” Sole breathed. He cleared his throat.

“Well, the bottom line is that, no matter the motivation, you are dedicated to our organisation. You have helped us considerably, do not believe it goes unnoticed.” He concluded. “Just do not be unfamiliar next time you are mortally wounded, Glory certainly isn’t.”

-

She emerged from the cabin, feeling lighter than before. Hancock waited on the porch, smoking to pass the time, practicing blowing smoke rings. He turned as the door creaked open.

“You were in there long enough.” He noted, tossing the cigarette and stamping it out. “Got a clean bill of health?”

“Apparently so.” She replied, looking around. Deacon was probably off somewhere, helping keep watch over the safe house. “Nothing left to do now but wait…” Hancock looked down at her, she seemed anxious.

“You know, I feel lied to.” He teased. “I’m starting to think this isn’t a cookout at all.” Something flashed behind Sole’s eyes, her face lit up in inspiration.

“You’re right…” She said, a smile forming on her lips. “We have all these people, there’s even a dining hall…” He saw ideas whirring through her head at a mile a minute. It was nice to see, but whatever she had planned wasn’t going to be easy. Things with her never were.

-

“Shit…” Hancock muttered. They’d set up in a watchtower after clearing out the two raiders inhabiting it. Sole had set up her sniper rifle and was scanning the area when she got a wide grin on her face. When Hancock followed her gaze, he saw a very large, very dangerous, Deathclaw. “You’re not serious…” She was very serious. But what made her really smile, was that it was engaged in a territory conflict with a radscorpion.

“Need a lot of meat to feed a lot of people…” She murmured. “I don’t get to work with Deathclaw often…” She waited, watching the fight progress, until finally the Deathclaw ended the encounter with a swipe of a clawed hand.

“You have some serious thrill issues….” He muttered, but she ignored him.

“Finally…” She focused her crosshairs over the Deathclaw, taking a breath, before squeezing the trigger. It clipped it’s shoulder. She swore under her breath. The Deathclaw looked around wildly for the source of the shot. Sole calmed herself and took another shot. This one dug into their chest. The Deathclaw whipped around and looked right at them.

“You think he noticed that one?” Hancock growled, already getting a few molotovs together. The ‘Claw started loping towards them. Sole kept taking shots, focusing fire on its legs to slow it down. Finally, just short of the watchtower, she crippled one of its legs. It limped towards them, still terrifyingly powerful. One swipe from it and they would end up like the radscorpion. Hancock started chucking the molotovs at it, exploding with fiery gusto upon impact. It worked through the pain, continuing on.

“This thing just won’t quit!” Hancock said through gritted teeth. “Could’a used those grenades about now…” It was almost to them, powerful claws stained with viscera. Sole pulled out her pistol, popping off rounds into the beast’s face, its large leathery hand rising up to tearaway at the watchtower supports, but fell. The Deathclaw collapsed. Sole took a moment to catch her breath. She really needed a better hand weapon.

“Time to collect.” Hancock grinned.

-

“Is this everything?” Sole asked, looking at the ingredients in front of her. It was a considerable haul. On top of the Deathclaw and Radscorpion she, Hancock, and two other agents had retrieved, they’d found some Radscorpion eggs, and some silt beans. On top of that, there had been some tatos and razorgrain growing on the co op, as well as what some of the agents were carrying around. It was all going to good use.

“Not enough for you?” Hancock asked with a smirk. She smiled and shook her head.

“Nah, just making sure.” She replied, tying her hair back to help her focus on the task. She’d instructed some free agents to bring over the orange grill Des had been using as an ashtray, as well as clean it out. It would be vital for grilling some of the vegetables. There was a rotary cooking station near the dining hall, she was already cooking some of the Radscorpion on it.

“Now you just need a ‘kiss the cook’ apron.” Deacon joked off to the side, having invited himself to the conversation.

“Shame.” Hancock muttered in annoyance.

“So what’s on the menu?” Deacon continued, ignoring the remark.

“The Deathclaw meat is nice and juicy, but really tough.” She started, speaking more to herself than him. “The softer cuts could be steak (served with insta-mash), but the rest maybe best as a stew. The silt beans will be vital for that…. And the Radscorpion will be good as just a roast with some grilled carrots and tatos… As for the eggs, a good old fashioned wasteland omelette. But man, I would kill for some salt.” She laughed. “Of all the things to miss, it’s good old fashioned salt and pepper.”

“Salt, huh…?” Deacon asked, mulling it over. “I mean you could try brining it in salt water, but it’d only add rads…” She nodded in agreement.

“Guess this will have to do.” She sighed.

-

Somehow it all came together. It was satisfying in its completion. The agents ate in shifts, to maintain protection of the safehouse.

First course was Deathclaw steak with insta-mash and grilled carrots. Second Course was grilled radscorpion with roasted veggies. The final course was the Deathclaw stew. It was the most labour intensive, and practical. The juices of the previous meals, as well as the leftovers, were tossed into a stew pot suspended over a fire, and simmered for hours. She’d even ground up the razorgrain and some dried noodles into flour, combined with water and radscorpion egg, to make some thick pasta.

It was the perfect thing for the agents on the night shift, needing something to warm them up in the cool of the night. Even Des was impressed at how well it went over. She was particular to the Deathclaw steak. Deacon kept teasing that he’d have preferred Mirelurk.

She sat on the far bench in the dining hall beside Hancock, tired but happy, her head in her arms and slumped onto the table.

“Why on earth was I a lawyer?” She asked, voice muffled. “I clearly missed my calling.”

“Clearly.” Hancock smiled, ruffling her hair, loosening the worn elastic band that tied back her hair. “You were wasted on the old world.” She sat up again, taking out the elastic.

“I suppose,” She murmured. “Still…” A sad look came fell over her.

“Hey, you did good out there.” He insisted. “Don’t think these guys have had decent meal like that in awhile.” She forced a smile and shrugged. “I think they needed a win.”

“Well, they’re getting a pretty big one tomorrow.” She mused, resting her head in her hand. “First agent to make it inside the institute of their own free will.”

“Yeah, sneaking in isn’t my style.” He teased. “Can’t we just go in with a few miniguns and have at it?” She gave a hollow laugh.

“You’d love Glory.” She said with a smile, looking away. “I should introduce you.”

“I think I like you just fine.” He countered with a smirk. She turned in surprise. He brushed a lock of hair out of her face, revealing a blush across her face. “Why so surprised, Sunshine?”

“Just, heh.” She gave a soft laugh just above an exhale. “I mean, I kissed you but thought that was just par for the course for you.” She looked around, a few eyes from the other agents averting their gaze as she caught them. “Let’s uh, step outside…”

-

“You never struck me as shy.” Hancock noted as they skimmed the perimeter of the Co op. “Any reason you needed fresh air?” She could hear the tone of his voice.

“Just wanted a bit of privacy. Too many eyes in there.” She explained. It was the nature of an organisation that lived and died on information.

“Oh, I feel ya.” Hancock shrugged. She stopped behind a cluster of trees, she could tell where his head was at.

“I don’t think you do,” She said. “I don’t care what they think. It’s not that. But there are some parts of my life I’d prefer to be… Unexamined.” She smiled at him, reaching for his hand. He pulled away slightly.

“Not a stranger to anything casual, but…” He started. She moved forward, he stepped back, stopped short by the trees. He had his back against the petrified bark, starting to sweat. What the fuck was wrong with him? How was he the one in a corner? She smiled.

“But…?” She pressed, giving him the inches of space needed. Exactly, what was holding him back? Same thing that almost stopped him going into the V.I.P. lounge what seemed like a lifetime ago. He was in love. Fuck.

“You know what? It’s nothing.” He answered with a grin. He leaned in, and kissed her. A long, hungry kiss, that left them gasping for air. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, their lips parted.

“Glad for the fresh air now?” She asked, a breathless laugh on her lips. Her very soft, kissable lips. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of her. “You think anyone’s at that WatchTower?”

“Christ, I hope not…” He breathed, fingers already slipping beneath her shirt. She moved his hands away, smiling devilishly.

“Patience, sweety, nothing good comes easy.”

“Who said I was easy?”

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