#everyones like yes!!!! ace ris rights!!!!!!! but close their eyes and look the other way at the tought of aro riz being canon bc of shipping

[gorgugplushie]

im thinking abt that post again (how fh very excplicity said that riz struggle was being afraid his allo friends would forget abt him bc of romantic relationships and everyone just kinda ignored it.)

[immaeeeeeyourmom]

Akaashi’s birthday

“This has to be perfect.” Bokuto groaned, tugging up on the large tarp.

Currently, he and his team were attempting at surprising Akaashi for his birthday—at 5am might I add. Bokuto and Konoha were parched upon two ladders and tugging a tarp up to a railing in their gym to tie it there. It was difficult, and the tarp was heavy, but they were determined to do it regardless. They had gotten permission from their coach and administrators to do it. It’s not like they’d keep it up that long.

“Bokuto come on, be real. It doesn’t have to be perfect!” Konoha complained, his arms practically shaking as he was the only one to hold up his side of the tarp, “I didn’t wake up this early to have this much pain in my arms.”

“We’re almost done Konoha, please toughen up. I’ll buy you your favourite, Tatsuta-style Fried Chicken if you help.” Bokuto bribed, leaning into the railing to hold the tarp up while he tied a knot.

“Fine. Might as well do it tonight—we’re going out for his birthday ri-“

“Not tonight. I have something planned.” Bokuto cut in.

He eyed Konoha for a moment, it was the type of look you’d normally only see from him if it were on the court. It sent chills down Konoha’s spine but it was left unnoticed. The team was surprised that this was so important to him, he rarely takes anything seriously, especially asking the team to wake up so early. Bokuto may be their captain, and he may walk to school with Akaashi everyday, but he and Akaashi are always late. Normally because of Bokuto accidentally sleeping in. That’s why they were here early and expecting Akaashi at any time. There was no Bokuto to slow him down in the morning so they figured he’d show up on time.

————

“We’re almost done.” Bokuto said finally, looking over to Konoha who was struggling to tie the knot. Bokuto watched the other struggle and attempted to talk him through how to tie it. That seemed to work as-

“I got it!” Konoha exclaimed in an exhausted huff, finally allowing himself to relax the leg and hand that were holding the tarp up.

“Okay, now that you’ve got it get down from there.” Sarukui called from his place on the gym floor, “It’s not that safe!”

Eventually Bokuto and Konoha climbed down their respective ladders, taking a step back to look at the tarp. It was decorated with big, bolded letters saying “Happy Birthday Akaashi!” along with some other things like “have a good birthday”, and “have a good day”. Things like that.

“What time is it?” The ace questioned, pulling the ladder back to its normal state to store it back in their storage closet.

“Uh, 6:17.” Komi replied.

Ugh, Bokuto thought, Akaashi won’t be here for at least another half an hour.

“Is there anything else we need to do, your highness?” Konoha mocked as he took a seat on the floor. He rested his elbow on his knee and placed his chin in the palm of his hand. It was clear he was tired still.

“Honestly, nothing. I’m happy with what we have here. We should probably set the nets up quickly though.” Bokuto suggested, glancing at the door for a short moment before urging his team to help him set up their net.

It wasn’t long until the net was up, it never took much time for them to put it up. Bokuto finished by tying up the last string for the net, making it nice and tight. When he was done a wide smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he was excited for this. He was going to do something he’s been waiting to do for a really long time. That was exciting to him.

“It’s only 6:25 Bokuto, he won’t be here for a while longer.” A female voice called out, Shirofuku, one of their managers. She’d probably seen Bokutos smile and decided to crush his dreams, because that’s what she did.

“I know!” Bokuto groaned, placing his hands on the sides of his head as he did so. Needless to say, Bokuto was impatient.

The team could start practice early seeing everyone was there, but Bokuto wanted it to be a nice surprise. No sweaty bodies trying to hug him. Though, Bokuto was sweating regardless. So that rule was.. useless.

“Is it just me or is it hot in here?” Bokuto gasped after a while, waving his hand on his face in attempt to cool himself down.

“It’s just you Bokuto.” Komi replied with a roll of the eyes, looking over at Bokuto as he gave him a confused look.

“Akaashi should be here any minute so stop sweating.”

————

The team was startled with the door to the gym sliding open. They all got to their feet quickly and prepared to shout a happy birthday to Akaashi. When they shouted it though they were greeted with a surprised coach. They all deflated upon seeing their coach instead of Akaashi but were greeted with a smile nonetheless.

“If you guys plan on surprising him that would do the trick.” Their coach hummed, stepping into the gym and closing the door behind him.

“Have you seen him?” Bokuto asked, a frown playing upon his lips instead of his smile.

“No, I thought he’d be here by now.” Their coach said simply, looking around the gym before noticing the big tarp. He let out a soft chuckle at that.

“Man, we’ve been here since 5.” Konoha complained again, plopping down on the ground again.

“Stop complaining! You didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to.” Bokuto hissed, shooting him a glare. It quickly disappeared though as he’d looked away.

Bokuto was about to say something when they heard the door slide open, a flood of apologies following it. That, was definitely Akaashi.

“Happy birthday Akaashi!” The team shouted. It could’ve been more enthusiastic but it was the morning, what could you expect.

Akaashi looked up from his place by the door, blinking at his team. He was confused for a moment but a smile appeared on his face eventually. He looked around as he stood, dropping his jacket by the wall.

“You guys did this for me?” He asked, placing his hands on his hips and laughing.

“Don’t laugh! We’ve been here since 5 in the morning waiting for you!” Bokuto frowned, walking over to him and standing in front of him.

“Well Bokuto. Maybe you should’ve told me you’d be leaving before me. I waited outside of your house for 10 minutes. And when your mom finally noticed me outside she said you’d left.” Akaashi explained, glancing away from his upperclassmen.

“Oh.” Bokuto mumbled, scratching his neck. He really should’ve told him.. if he did though Akaashi would probably think something was up. Bokuto never left earlier than Akaashi.

“It’s okay though, I’m happy with the surprise. I wasn’t expecting it.” He hummed, looking at the other with a smile.

“I’m glad you do. Uh, I was uh...” Bokuto trailed off, looking away from the other as he tried thinking of the right words to use—which was something that didn’t happen often. He’d planned this in his head for so long, exactly how he was going to say it. But when it came to actually saying it it didn’t come out.

“What?” Akaashi asked, shifting his weight, nervousness laced his voice. He thought he’d done something wrong.

The team watched the two converse with dead stares. They were disappointed Bokuto didn’t get anything out. When he’d told Konoha that he had something planned they all knew what he was going to do, it was no surprise Bokuto liked his setter.

“I- uh..” he stumbled over his words, sputtering nonsense for a good moment before looking Akaashi in the eyes and finally blurting out what he wanted to say. With a flushed face might I add.

“Let me treat you to dinner tonight!”

Akaashi looked up at the other dumbfounded, blinking rapidly as if he’d heard the other completely wrong. He knew he didn’t though. The way Bokutos face had turned red, the way his eyes danced from the wall and him and even the way he’d chewed on his lip. It gave it away. Akaashi finally sighed, relieving the tension he’d built up inside himself.

“Why was that so hard for you?”

“I-I don’t know. Yes or no?” He asked, shifting his weight again. Bokuto was afraid of rejection, and he’d always told people about it. So doing this was something way out of his comfort zone. As he waited for his answer he brought a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing at the short hairs there.

“Hmm,” Akaashi tilted his head in a way to show he was thinking, it looked sarcastic though, “I don’t know Bokuto, maybe.”

“Oh. Okay.. I’ll pick you up at 7?” Bokuto said, a smile finally tugging at his lips again.

“That’s fine by me,” Akaashi said with a smile, “oh, and thanks for this. It made my morning.” Akaashi mentioned, motioning to the tarp and the happy birthday.

“Your welcome.” Bokuto said, taking a big step back before turning and jumping.

Akaashi stayed back for a moment, watching as the team started to tease Bokuto about it even though wide smiles were in their faces.

“This year’s birthday is already perfect.” And with that he joined his team to practice.

[bellygunnr]

The Music is Muffled

<= Previous Chapter | Ao3 | Chapter Three (pending)

The basement Yellow-Green had commandeered for their team meetings had since become theirs entirely. It looked well lived in, the walls plastered with posters and various maps which in turn were covered with marker. A dry-erase board had been erected at one end of the concrete room and, currently, they all sat Knight-style at a round table. Since Rider's departure, the head was left empty, but now it was occupied by Stealth.

Bamboo set her hat on the floor, in conjunction with Stealth casting aside his goggles.

"That was definitely Rider."

"Yes, well, we got that when Goggles took him home," Bamboo said tightly. She drummed her fingers across the surface of the wooden table. "He looked so... ill. Sick!"

"I've never seen anything like it before," Blazer said. "And the way he was acting..."

"Do you guys remember when Blue Team disappeared for a while? And Rider, too?"

"Goggles said they lost Rider down there," Blazer said slowly.

Stealth leans back in his chair, the lenses of his goggles flickering on and off. He was prone to fidgeting with the settings dial when thinking.

"I don't think they lost him. I think they ran away from him."

Now that was a new concept-- one they hadn't considered before. Silence falls over the table as they all look at each other. Each of them remembers distinctly how Blue Team, and the Octolings they brought with them, behaved.

It had started with a text message..

+

Bamboo. Can you come over? With the others.

Bamboo has to fish her phone out of the blankets from which it had been entangled. Blazer still snoozed, undisturbed, her limbs spread akimbo as she snored. She grumbles to herself as again, the phone vibrates, this time with the urgent pulse of a call. A number she saw rarely-- Goggles.

Confused, she blearily answers the phone, willing something to spike her into wakefulness.

“Hello…?”

“Blazer! Thank cod you woke up. Um, something happened. We really need you to get Yellow-Green and come over. Have you heard anything from Rider in the oh, past… uh… how long were we down there?”

There’s a murmur of voices and Bamboo’s anxiety spikes. Drowsiness still pulls at her but it’s less acute now.

“...Rider hasn’t been around for a couple of days,” Bamboo cuts in. “We’ve been looking everywhere for him! Even his Dynamo is gone.”

“A-- a couple days? Guess we were down there for awhile! Well, um, can you please get everyone to come over? You know where my place is, right?”

Goggles sounded… anxious, unsure of himself. Bamboo swallows and starts to nod, only speaking when she remembers it’s a phone call. “Yeah! Yeah, absolutely. We’ll all be there. Is everything okay? Is Rider okay?”

She rubs over Blazer’s shoulder as she notes her girlfriend beginning to move.

“I’ll see you soon, Bamboo.”

And the call goes dead with a soft blip.

“Who was that, babe?”

“It was Goggles. He wants us to come over-- I don’t know why, but it sounds serious. You up for coming with?”

“Weren’t we going to look for Rider today…?”

“Blue Team may have done that for us.”

+

They had never been to Goggles’ house before, but they were fairly certain it wasn’t supposed to feel like this. The air was tight but somber, heavy with something that Bamboo could have cut with her carving knife. Hell, she could have made hundreds of little sculptures out of the tension in the air. Her ears folded back against her head as Yellow-Green was ushered inside.

“Thanks for coming so soon, guys. It means a lot.”

“Y- yeah, no problem,” Bamboo says. “Who are they?”

Inside the tiny studio apartment, six Inklings were crammed, all of them dressed weirdly but two of them sticking out more than the others. Bamboo stares at them with critical, appraising eyes, skin prickling with apprehension. Even their tentacles were strange-- a bright, glossy pink-red, their suckers facing outward.

Almost Inklings. Yet not quite.

“Th- this is Hachi and Nana! Um, we rescued them from… from a really bad guy, way underground.”

“Underground?” Stealth cuts in.

“It’s called the Deep Sea Metro,” one of the strange Inklings says. Their tentacles are arranged in pretty, dancing locks. “My name is Nana. Hachi and I used to be Octarian soldiers before being freed by the Inkantation. I assume you are familiar?”

“The Calamari Inkantation,” Stealth clarifies. “Yes, of course. One of our oldest traditional songs.”

“Correct. Well, shortly after being freed, I was captured and held prisoner by.... By someone--”

“Something,” Specs hissed.

“Someone named Tartar,” Nana finishes firmly.

“And I woke up alone. An ancient squiddo named Cap’n Cuttlefish met me first. Something had knocked me cold-- but I apparently escaped being captured. It wasn’t long before we met Goggles down there.”

Nana’s friend-- Hachi, Bamboo surmised-- had a low, clear voice that told her many things. Her ears flipped out from their folded position.

“And when I met Hachi… we met the Phone.”

Blazer cuts in, frustrated, stepping ahead of the rest of Yellow-Green. “None of this explains where Rider went, you know!”

“We have to tell you everything else!” Hachi exclaims. “Or else you won’t understand the severity of the situation!”

“We don’t understand the situation now! Why are we supposed to believe you guys, huh?”

“Because Rider was with us--! He was with us through the whole thing, and we failed him, and he’s stuck down there and now we don’t know where he’s at, and we’re sorry, we’re really sorry! None of us could do anything! That stupid Tartar got the better of all of us!”

Goggles’ outburst was loud, wobbling with the wet bubbling of an Inkling in distress.

“Rider was with us! He bought us time to escape! Then there was this whole other thing and- and- and we had to save Inkopolis, it was really scary, but we managed to do it but Rider wasn’t there because we failed him! Okay?! We lost him!”

Bobble puts her arm around Goggles’ shoulders, hugging him close.

“It’s hard to believe that all happened in only a few days,” Specs says breathlessly. “It was… really scary.”

“We are not afraid to admit that it was terrifying,” Nana says solemnly. “Rider was-- was a good Inkling, for what little… I saw of him.”

“He’s still alive!” Headphones hisses, smacking the Octoling’s shoulder. Goggles had his face buried in Bobble’s shoulder, clearly suppressing tears.

“Cod, this is a fucking mess, isn’t it?” Bamboo snarks. “Are you saying you got our team captain killed?”

“No! Never,” Hachi bursts out. “Your Rider made a sacrifice, miss, but I promise you he is not dead.”

Nana shoots Hachi a look that Bamboo couldn’t hope to interpret.

+

As soon as Goggles ushered Rider into his home, Rider fled from his grasp, diving into the first room he saw-- the bathroom. The door closes with a loud slam, then a soft click, and Goggles is left staring at the empty space with confused shock. Tentatively, he follows after his partner, pressing his ear against the thin door.

There’s the sound of retching.

“Ri-- Ri, are you okay? Do you need anything?”

The retching doesn’t last long-- maybe five minutes-- but by the time it’s over, Goggles is trembling, nails digging into the palms of his hands. He gasps with relief when he hears the sound of rushing water, indicating that Rider was trying to clean himself up. He knocks on the door with three gentle taps.

“Rider…?”

“M-- Mmm, fine,” a voice mumbles. The door swings open.

“You are not fine! You are so bad! You’re gonna kill me, Rider!” Goggles cries. “We’re getting you some water and you need to lie down!”

Rider whines at the loud voice, pawing at his ears with long, unkempt claws, shoving past Goggles with a groan. He’s wincing and flinching beneath the overhead light. He unceremoniously falls to the floor, burying his face into his tattered vest.

“It’s too warm,” he complains. I want to be back underground! It’s nice and cool and quiet…!

“Then let me cool it down…”

Goggles… busies himself, because if he doesn’t, he will cry. He drags out the futon that he sleeps with, setting it within the AC’s line of flow, and guides Rider into it. He kneels down beside him, offering a single upturned palm to show that he wants-- no, needs-- to interact with him physically.

“Please, big guy? Let’s get those old clothes off you, okay?”

Rider unfurls just slightly, enough for Goggles to get a hold of his gear. The jacket is unzipped and unfastened, which proves not to be overly difficult as most of the fastenings are worn and torn. He slides the heavy gear from Rider’s shoulders, leaving a plain sweater. It’s bright red.

“Where’s your black jacket, bud?”

He receives no response except violent shivering.

Goggles sighs and coaxes Rider into lying down.

“I’m just glad you’re back…”

+

“Do you think Hachi knows that we found Rider? Maybe we should tell him…”

This idea comes from Blazer, wily and impressive always. She slams her phone down onto the table, the Octoling’s contact information already pulled up. A determined light dances in her eyes.

“They have to know something, right? They can help us fix Rider!”

“I think… that would work. What do you think, Stealth?”

Stealth nods very slowly. “It really can’t hurt. Then tomorrow… we should check on Goggles and Rider. I’m worried.”

Blazer dials Hachi shortly after their agreement, fang digging into her lip. Silence becomes heavy and suffocating in their little basement, threatening to choke her, until finally, an accented “Hello?” comes through the other side.

“H- Hachi! Hello, I know this is sudden-- are you free? Something happened, uh…”

“Oh, Miss Blazer? Well, Headphones already told me. About your Captain, yes?”

“O- Oh? Did… she? Yes, Rider uh-- came back today. He looked really…”

“Sanitized. Yes. You should come over. The others are already here. Nana will add you all to the group chat.”

“Thank you, Hachi…”

And the call goes dead with a soft blip.

“Guess we’re going to Hachi’s! Blue Team is already there,” Blazer says with forced cheeriness. But she couldn't help but think-- what the hell was "sanitized?"

+

“AGENT. You’re beginning to upset me-- bring that blue pest and his friends to me! Enough of this weakling act.”

[profoundnet]

Profound Member Post - January 2019

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The Masterpost is open for all creations by ProfoundBond members which are posted in entirely during that month.

MEMBER CONTRIBUTIONS FOR JANUARY 2019!

Masterpost below the cut.

drawlight - drawlight

Autobiography of Black

Summary: Castiel knows all human languages; Dean has never been particularly good with words. (Or: an examination of pies and stars.)

Tags: Falling in Love, First Time, Feelings Realization, Pining, Romance, Food, Bakery

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J Train

Summary: If you want to be somebody, you have to go to the Chelsea Hotel. In 1979, aspiring writer Castiel Novak takes room 109. His roommate is not quite what he expected.

Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Pining, Falling In Love, Alternate Universe - Human, Writer Castiel

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mittensmorgul - @mittensmorgul​ - MittensWraith (Pillowfort)

Endings Are Easy

Summary: They all finally get a happy ending. Michael’s gone forever. Amara, of all people, stepped in and claimed him for herself. She figured it was her due, and her duty, to finish off that one last cosmic imbalance herself. She’d given Dean what he’d really needed the first time she’d departed, but now she decided to help Dean get what he really wanted . They were two different things entirely. Episode 14.10 coda fic, of a sort, with an endgame series twist.

Tags: fluff, happiness

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Makeshift

Summary: It's Dean's 40th birthday, a major milestone for pretty much everyone, but for Dean it means a little something more.

Tags: fluff, happy 40th birthday Dean

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MaggieMaybe160 - @maggiemaybe160​ - MaggieMaybe160 (Pillowfort)

Heaven’s Orders

Summary: Castiel finally tells Dean about Naomi torturing him (Season 9)

Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD

SFW

Angel’s Touch

Summary: Zachariah gave Dean stomach cancer and took away Sam's lungs. He fled before healing either Winchester. Cas helps Dean the best he can.

Tags: Major Character Death, Cancer, Sick Dean Winchester

SFW

The Only Way To Die

Summary: Dean's been handed the last book. The book that says the only way he can die that isn't by Michael taking over. Cause of Death: By the hand of Castiel, Angel of the Lord

Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Season 14 Spoilers, Angst, Love Confessions

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The Garden

Summary: Cas has a secret garden behind the bunker. Dean follows and the best kind of fluff ensues.

Tags: Fluff, First Kiss

SFW

Happy Birthday, Dean Winchester

Summary: It's Dean's 40th Birthday! Cas takes him out to celebrate.

Tags: Major Character Death, Fluff and Angst, First Kiss

SFW

It Had To Be This Way 

Summary: The book that Dean is given by Billie says "Dean Winchester Dies at the age of 73, survived by his brother Sam and son Jack." There is no mention of Castiel...

Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Season 14 Spoilers

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Dreaming Of You

Summary: Based on a Profound Bots botstat Dean is having a nightmare. Cas witnessed someone hurting his Dean. Sam wishes the bunker had thicker walls.

Tags: Angst With Happy Ending, Alternate Angst Ending Included, Nightmares

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Man at Sea

Summary: Dean's built himself the sigiled coffin to contain Michael. How does this end?

Tags: Season 14 Spoilers, Heavy Angst

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Just a Boy

Summary: Dean has a hard time coming out to Cas because of what happened when he came out to his father.

Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Homophobia, Coming Out

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Graceless

Summary: Sam has found a way to get Jack his grace back with no strings attached.

Tags: Major Character Death, Spells and Enchantments, Grace, Blood, Angst

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Through His Door

Summary: Cas whispers his love confession through Dean's door while he sleeps.

Tags: Fluff, Getting Together, Alternating POV, Falling in Love

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spandwiches - @spandwiches - spandwiches

Sweat

Summary: Dean doesn’t like flying, okay? It’s just not natural. But sometimes a man’s gotta do, what a man’s gotta do. So he powers through the fear and gets on the flight to California, only to find that flying isn’t nearly so bad when there is someone holding your cock hand. Flying is in Castiel's genes so he takes his work seriously, and aims to provide excellent service to every passenger. So if one particularly attractive passenger happens to require a little more attention than usual, he is all too happy to provide. Snakebite, sabotage, pteromerhanophobia, FAA rule breaking, mile-high clubbing, a Winchester wedding (or two), first dances, a British dog sitter, potential disciplinary action, and a whole lot of sweat.

Tags: Dean/Castiel, AU, sex on a plane, Explicit, Panic attacks, semi-public sex, anal sex, self-doubt.

NSFW

jemariel - @jemariel​ - jemariel (Pillowfort)

Fool For Lesser Things

Summary: “I’m not looking for a relationship,” Cas says at last. The panic is quick as a flashbulb all over Dean’s face. “What? Who said — What did — No. Yeah. Yeah, I know that.” Cas closes his eyes. “Let me try that again,” he says. “I’m not cut out for a relationship. But I don’t actually pick people up at parties very often either.” In which Dean and Cas feel more than either of them care to admit. Part 3 of More Than I Hoped For (a college AU) 

Tags: College AU, recreational drug use, house parties, friends with benefits, minorly risky sexual behavior, pining

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sternchencas - @sternchencas​ - sternchencas (Pillowfort)

Romance is Dead 

Summary: Dean invites Cas to a romantic cabin to finally tell him how he feels. They get interrupted by very unwelcome guests.

Tags: fluff, fighting, zombie AU

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LanaSerra - @lanaserra​ - LanaSerra (Pillowfort)

Saying Yes

Summary: Everything finally seemed to be going Dean’s way after he’d been saved from Michael’s control. Sure, the Bunker definitely felt a little more complicated than he was used to with all the new residents that came back with him and Sam from the other reality, but it had nothing on how much more complicated the latest new arrival had made things. The familiar face changed nothing and everything. Now Dean must survive threats from both inside and out, not only to protect the Bunker, those he loves and his fragile still-new relationship with Cas, but also his very peace of mind.

Tags: Explicit, Minor Character Death, Canon post S14-E3, Homophobia, Wing-kink, posession, BAMF!Castiel, John WInchester's A+ Parenting.

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spnhell - @spnhell​ - spnhell

Enjoying the View

Summary: Wherein Dean has run out of beer, Cas is acting strange(r than usual), Dean can no longer tell the difference between praying and dreaming, Cas is leaving feathers everywhere, and neither one of them knows how to lock a damn door.

Tags: Canonverse, bunker!fic, Castiel with wings, grooming, fluff, smut

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Archeolatry - @archeolatry​ - archeloatry

 Eros

Summary: Cas is still adjusting to the realities of having a human body. Dean is quite willing to help him with that. ------ “How about I show you,” Dean asked, his voice low and husky, “just how much I approve of this body?” Cas swallowed thickly. “I think I would like that.”

Tags: Destiel, Newly Human Castiel, Porn with Feelings, Rimming, Oral Sex

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thatpeculiarone - @ilovetodreamx​  (Pillowfort) (Youtube) 

do you think I’m afraid to die? // cas

Summary: Fanvid about Cas and his sad journey. Song: 1-800-273-8255 by Logic, cover by Travis Atreo

Tags: Cas Fanvid, Mentions/References of Suicidal Thoughts

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insominia - @a-insominia​ - insominia

Saved the Best for Last

Summary: Arguably, he had had greater moments. But right now, lying on Dean Winchester's bed, in Dean Winchester's room while Dean Winchester kissed away his bruises, Castiel would deny that any of them even came close to this.

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Mutual Pining

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Castiel Thought they were Freckles

Summary: Neither Sam or Dean Winchester have a soul mark, the first words you hear your soul mate ever say. But during a particularly disastrous hunt it transpires that maybe they do, and that maybe Sam is just lying and Dean is oblivious.

Tags: AU - Canon divergent, AU - Soulmates, Fluff

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Studies in Blue and Green

Summary: Everyone knows that Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak have been in love since college. They even know it themselves. But Dean's straight and Castiel is ace so they're both happy to settle for a life of close living and close friendship...which could all have been avoided if they'd just had one conversation.

Tags: AU - College/University, Fluff, Idiots in love, Implied/Referenced Homophobia

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zipegs - zipegs

Refraction

Summary: refraction, noun (  re·frac·tion | \ ri-ˈfrak-shən  \  ) deflection from a straight path undergone by a light ray or energy wave in passing obliquely from one medium (such as air) into another (such as glass) in which its velocity is different  the change in the apparent position of a celestial body due to bending of the light rays emanating from it as they pass through the atmosphere      also : the correction to be applied to the apparent position of a body because of this bending  the action of distorting an image by viewing through a medium<br />     <i>also : an instance of this A collection of 100-word drabbles as prompted by the Profound Bond Discord's weekly challenge. Each chapter will correspond to a one-word prompt, with at least one stand-alone drabble per chapter. SFW

supernatural9917 - @supernatural9917fic​ - supernatural9917 (Pillowfort)

Holy Orders

Summary: Seminary students Castiel and Dean have carefully planned their escape. There's just one more thing Castiel needs to do... Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Forgive me Father for I'm about to sin

Tags: Seminary student Castiel, Seminary student Dean, Altar Sex, Blasphemy, Alternative uses for anointing oil

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Crossed Wires

Summary: People seem to keep assuming that Cas and Dean are together, and Cas has no idea why. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: coming untouched.

Tags: Everyone Thinks They're Together, Including one of them, Clueless Castiel, Clueless Dean but for a different reason, mention of asexuality, mention of anxiety, Coming Untouched

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Castaway

Summary: Dean gets washed off a cruise ship in a storm, and ends up on a deserted island. Well, it's not quite deserted... Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Lost in the jungle/desert/shipwrecked

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Poker

Summary: Sam walks in on Dean and Cas playing poker. No big deal. Then he walks in on Dean and Cas playing strip poker. Weird. Then... Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Strip poker was too tame, so we tried sexual favour poker instead.

Tags: POV Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Needs Brain Bleach

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Lookalikes 

Summary: Dean has a naughty little secret, which Cas can never ever find out. Cas is about to find out. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Why are you watching gay porn with two actors who look like us?

Tags: why are you watching gay porn with two actors who look like us?, Deansturbation

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The Riteous Man

Summary: Castiel loves Dean, but knows they can never be together, so he fantasises about the dashing highwayman The Riteous Man. Will he feel the same way when The Riteous Man targets his carriage? Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square filled: 2 person love triangle. Based on art by Pimento

Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Restoration England, highwayman, Nobleman Dean, Nobleman Castiel, two-person love triangle

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Accompanying art by @pimentogirl​

The Big 4-0

Summary: It's Dean's 40th birthday! Sam, Cas and Jack have set up a day of Dean-centred fun with beer, burgers and boobs. What could possibly make it better? Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square filled: jealousy/possesive sex

Tags: Happy 40th birthday Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester's Birthday, jealousy/possessive sex

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Experiments in Sexting 

Summary: Cas wants to try something, and Dean is more than happy to oblige. Unfortunately Cas is somewhat lacking in skills in this particular department. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Cas is terrible at sexting

Tags: Cas is terrible at sexting

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The Mask of Zorro

Summary: Dean likes to be slapped during sex by an angel wearing a Zorro mask. Castiel likes it too. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Dean- this is a Zorro mask.

Tags: Dean- this is a Zorro mask,  Roleplay, light humiliation kink, Dean likes to be slapped during sex by an angel wearing a Zorro mask, and it's a good idea

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Ascot

Summary: Since the Zorro mask thing went so well, Dean is looking forward to trying out his kink for another item of clothing. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Are you wearing an ascot?

Tags: Are you wearing an ascot?, Dean's adorable kinks, Sam doesn't want to know

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tabulaxrasa - tabulaxrasa

Not in Love

Summary: It occurs to Dean that this is the happiest he’s ever been, and there is only one more thing he needs-- and that there’s not actually anything stopping him from that one last good thing. (S14 spoilers, deals with Cas's deal with The Empty)

Tags: Angst, Season 14 spoilers, Not a happy ending, but not without hope

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Honey to the Bee

Summary: Dean is not a farmer's market kind of guy. He may, however, be a hot bee keeper kind of guy.

Tags: AU, Fluff, Charlie is a great best friend, failboats in love, pre-relationship, no supernatural, domestic

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LeafZelindor - @leafzelindor​

Date Night

Summary: Date Night for Dean and Cas, Inspired by a role play on kid

Tags: destiel, fluff

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nickelkeep - @nickelkeep​ - nickelkeep (Pillowfort)

Pietaimori

Summary: Dean is Turning 40, but Cas isn't sure what to get him. With some advice from Sam, and a lesson from a show that he and Dean watches, Cas comes up with a great idea.

Tags: Food Sex, Birthday Sex, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Sex in the Men of Letters Bunker, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Blow Jobs

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dean-cas-in-the-impala - @dean-cas-in-the-impala - dean-bangs-cas-in-the-impala

Colors

Summary: Dean wants to know what color Castiel's wings are.

Tags: Romance, Angst, Fluff and Angst, just a tiny bit of Angst, Wings

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The Rainbow Bridge

Summary: “Cas, where do pets go when they die?"

Tags: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pets, Mentions of pet loss, Pets in afterlife

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Forever and Always

Summary: Cas is bad at surprises but Dean doesn't care.

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Valentine's Day Fluff

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Nera_Solani - @nera-solani - Nera_Solani

Pool Party

Summary:  Dean tries to teach Cas how to play pool. ...or does he?

Tags: Pool & Billiards, POV Outsider, Pool hustling, BAMF Castiel, BAMF Dean Winchester, Fluff, Making Out

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profound-boning - @profound-boning - profound-boning

The Final Surrender

Summary:  The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender. - Emil Ludwig

Tags: AU - no supernatural, AU - celebrities, fake/pretend relationship, love confessions, fluff and smut, mugging, aftermath of violence, 5+1

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[realisticallycynical]

Ace

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (you are here), part 8, part 9, based on @skygemspeaks‘s prompt

Tetsurou won’t lie; he’s curious about this man, Lev’s father. He’s only ever met Lev’s uncles; usually it’s the blond, Yuri, but Otabek has shown up once or twice since that first time, and on one memorable occasion a man with even stranger hair than Kenma had shown up. Lev had (predictably) tackled him in a hug and introduced him as Uncle Kenjirou.

Honestly, Tetsurou has been starting to wonder if the kid’s parents are ever home, if he has so many uncles that seem to take care of him. But Lev seems happy enough, so he minded his own business.

Now they’re here. They’ve met one of Lev’s dads (he’s exactly what Tetsurou expected). Now they’re here, in the back of quite possibly the gayest car Tetsurou has ever had the privilege of seeing, much less sitting in, and they’re on their way to Lev’s house, which… come to think of it, none of them have seen in the month and a half they’ve known each other.

Yaku looks mightily uncomfortable, which is amusing enough in itself to make this trip worth it. Not to mention that since they’re being given a ride, Kenma has the chance to nap on Tetsurou’s shoulder without Tetsurou having to carry him.

He loves Kenma, he really does, but carrying him home when he’s dead asleep is a serious workout.

“Thank you again for all this, Haiba-san,” Tetsurou remembers to say, looking at the man as Kenma slumps on his shoulder, half asleep already.

“Thanks…” he murmurs in exhaustion.

Tetsurou knows he’s not imagining the way Lev and his father stiffen momentarily, and he wonders what he did wrong for the split second it takes for them to relax.

Lev’s dad waves him off with a light chuckle. “It’s nothing, not a problem at all! Lev never brings friends home. I’m Victor Katsuki-Nikiforov, by the way. Not Haiba. But you can all call me Victor!”

Oh. So that’s what he fucked up. The Haiba name is probably from Lev’s (and his sister’s, Tetsurou reasons) biological parents. “Ah, I’m sorry.”

Still, just like that time with Otabek, he gets the feeling that there’s more to Victor’s words than he lets on. Lev seems like the type of guy who would have had sleepovers and birthday parties held at his home whenever possible, but apparently not. Something just seems… off.

Victor keeps up a steady chatter with Lev as they drive, rambling about America and training and all the presents they got for him this time around. Lev responds with just as much enthusiasm, telling his father about his time at school and volleyball practice. Tetsurou occasionally chimes to playfully take him down a peg in if Lev oversells his skills.

It doesn’t take long for the car to stop, but when it did, Tetsurou isn’t exactly sure what he’s seeing. He’s always figured that Lev’s family was fairly well-off, especially since they were always off in other countries and his uncle was a model for the biggest fashion magazine in the world. But given the (admittedly small) amount of information he has about Victor, he was expecting something… flashier.

The house is incredibly nice, don’t get him wrong, but Tetsurou would have expected either a mansion or a cottage (because that’s the type of things rich people are into, right? pretending not to be rich?) and this place is neither. It’s modern, but blends in nicely with the neighborhood; had they not stopped in front of it, Tetsurou wouldn’t have thought it different from any other building on this street.

When Yaku, Lev, and Victor open their doors to get out of the car, Tetsurou nudges Kenma awake gently. “Hey. We’re here, come on.”

“Mm? Oh.” Kenma looks at him and blinks sleepily. “Ok.”

By the time they get out of the car, Lev is already unlocking the front door. Kenma wakes up fairly quickly, but sticks close to Tetsurou all the same. Tetsurou can’t blame him; from what they’ve been able to tell, Lev’s family members are very… unique. As long as they stick close together, Tetsurou can make them a quick getaway if it’s too much for Kenma.

“I’m home!” Lev announces cheerily, stepping in first. Victor follows and the rest of them trail in with quiet “sorry for the intrusion”s. Kenma tucks both of his hands in his sweatshirt pocket, and Tetsurou knows he’s messing with his cubes. He doesn’t like outings like this much.

“Lyovochka!” Someone barrels into Lev with all the speed and power of a bullet, lifting him in a tight, spinning hug.

As he’s set down, Lev giggles-- giggles! --at the girl who just attacked him with arguably the most enthusiastic hug Tetsurou has ever seen. “Lisichka! Why didn’t you all tell me you were taking an earlier flight? I would have come home!”

“It was Dad’s idea to surprise you since you’ve been having so much fun without us and--”

“Congrats on finally getting gold at worlds--”

The two of them chatter over each other for a moment before the girl fixes her gaze on the three of them. She looks friendly, but guarded. Distrustful.

“These are your friends from volleyball?”

Lev blinks, looking unsure of how to respond to that (which is a mystery in itself; Tetsurou was fairly sure he thought of them all as friends), but that was when Yaku finally decided to speak up.

“That’s right.” Lev’s face brightens like a cloud moving away from the sun, but Yaku continues. “My name is Morisuke Yaku, I’m the team’s--”

“Libero. Yes, I know you, Yaku-san.” The woman looks at him carefully before turning her gaze to Tetsurou and Kenma. “You’re Kenma-san and captain-san, right? Lev has told us all about you.”

Tetsurou can’t help it; he snorts in amusement and holds out his hand for the woman to shake. Captain-san? Really, Lev? “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou, also known as captain-san.”

The woman shakes his hand, but doesn’t lose her guarded, polite expression. Considering what he’s suspecting about Lev before he came to Nekoma (given all these odd reactions to their team’s relationship with Lev, Tetsurou has a few puzzle pieces that are fitting together to form a picture that makes his blood boil) he doesn’t expect her to lose that defensiveness any time soon, and he isn’t taking it personally. If he’s even partially right, she’s right not to.

“Haiba Alisa,” she says as she shakes Tetsurou’s hand. “I’m Lev’s older sister.”

Victor has disappeared into the next room with Lev. Alisa leads Tetsurou, Kenma, and Yaku after them into a frankly massive kitchen and dining room. “I’ll have dinner ready soon, so just make yourselves at home in the meantime.”

She approaches the slightly shorter, black-haired man standing at the stove. “Papa, I’ll take over from here. Go meet Lev’s friends, I know you’re dying to.”

The man hands her the spatula without argument and turns to them, smiling. He has an innocent sort of face, Tetsurou notices, with wide eyes and longish black hair that falls gently over his glasses. He smiles at them, not bright like his son or husband, but calm. Happy.

He bows. “I am Yuuri. Welcome, I hope you like food because I may have gone slightly overboard.”

Tetsurou’s eyes widen in surprise. He looks over at Yaku, who looks back at him, equally amazed. They’re thinking the same thing. How on earth is this one of the members of this crazy family?

When Yuuri straightens out again and notices their surprise, he laughs, quiet and musical. “You’re wondering why they keep someone like me around, right?” His eyes glint mischievously. “Well, to be honest, they all just latched on and wouldn’t let go no matter what I tried.”

“Yuu-ri, why are you so mean?” Victor whines, wrapping his arms around his husband and pouting. Lev and Alisa make an offended noise, but don’t seem particularly upset.

Yuuri rolls his eyes fondly, but pays him no mind, and Tetsurou gets the feeling this is a fairly normal occurrence. “So! You’re members of the volleyball team, right?”

“Yes sir,” Yaku says politely. “I’m Yaku Morisuke, the libero.”

He looks at Tetsurou expectantly, but Tetsurou sees the expression in Yuuri’s eyes. “You already know all of our names and positions, don’t you sir?”

At that, Yuuri bursts out laughing and Lev blushes on the other side of the room.

“I’m sorry, that was very rude of me,” he says, giggling. “But you’re right, Kuroo-kun. Lev tells us all about his teammates over video chat.”

Oh, Tetsurou loves this guy. He’s tricky. “Let me guess. Yaku is the short angry one, Kenma has ‘really cool hair’ and I’m the captain-san that’s always with Kenma.”

Yuuri nods in amusement when Lev squeaks in embarrassment. “You know him very well, Kuroo-kun.”

Tetsurou can read Yaku like a book and the look he sends Lev promises hours of receiving drills in the next few days for that description of him. It’s funny though; of the members of the team, Yaku is the most (secretly) fond of Lev. Which, Tetsurou suspects, is the reason he puts the poor kid through the ringer so often.

The next hour continues like that, with most of them poking fun at Lev and his family catching him up. Yaku, Tetsurou, and Kenma are shot the occasional question about how Lev is in volleyball (“I’m the ace!” “No, that’s Kuroo.” “So mean, Yaku-san!”) and how he is in school (surprisingly well; despite being a completely oblivious airhead, Lev takes his studies seriously, Tetsurou has noticed), as well as how he’s getting along with everyone.

After they finish eating, Alisa pulls Tetsurou aside and asks to speak with him privately.

“Look, Kuroo-san. I like you. You seem like a great guy and you have a sense of responsibility. So I’m going to trust you with this.”

The conversation that follows makes the final puzzle piece click into place, and Tetsurou can’t remember the last time he was so angry to be right about something. But he shoves that aside and reassures Alisa that her brother is in good hands before they go inside and rejoin the group.

[harley-quinnn]

You’re So Sane

Joker x Harley x Reader (As The Jokers daughter)

Masterlist | Requests

Prompt: Do a story about joker s and Harley's daughter going out with batman's son What will His reaction be??? 💗💗💗

{A/N} I hope you don’t mind I made Joker and Harley’s daughter the reader! I just thought it would be fun for everyone to be in that kind of position! Also, I know Damian Wayne has a whole other story out there, but Damian is the name I am using.

Warnings: Cursing. Slight violence.

“I’ll be back later!” You yell as you run down one set of stairs of your double staircase’d foyer. 

You’re wearing your shortest {F/C} skirt and your favorite top to match, which was also very revealing. This meaning, if your father caught a glimpse of you before your bounded out the door, you’d be forced to change immediately. You quicken the pace as you jump over the last step. You’ve become quite skilled in any sort of action in heels, given who your mother is.

As your hand reaches for the doorknob, you’re almost relieved. I’m gonna make it out of here and they won’t even know! When you pull the door open, you’re met with a familiar face, but not the one you expected.

He clears his throat, his eyes automatically noticing your skirt. 

“Now sweetheart, what idea of where you think you’re going wearing that do you have in that head of yours?”

Shit.

“Dad, I-”

“Change. Now.”

Your father’s overprotective, as always. You’re not sure why, considering you’ve known since a very young age just what he did for work, and how he had your mother in the same line. No one would dare mess with you, and they knew it. Most of the time, you just felt like they wanted to mess with your head.

“But look at mom!” You argue, throwing your hands in the air. She was never dressed appropriately, but at the same time, it was like age hadn’t touched either of them. You considered dumping yourself into a vat of chemicals at ACE just to preserve your face.

“What about your mom?” He snarls, and you noticed the anger in his eyes already. Of course, saying anything about his Harley Quinn set him off, and suddenly you recoil. Shoulder slumped, you sigh and turn around.

“Yes sir..” Rolling your eyes after you’ve turned around, you head back up the stairs. It wasn’t long after you passed the fourth step when he spoke again.

“You’re not going anywhere, tonight. Not after that little comment.”

You curtly turn around, mouth open and ready to argue. All he has to do is lift a finger before you scream and stomp up the rest of the stairs.

“Love you, sweetie!” He calls out after you as you storm down the hall back to your room. His tone was obviously sarcastic, and you could hear the sly grin all over his words. It only furthered your own anger as you slammed the door behind you.

“The king and queen of crime and here I am getting grilled for fucking skirt!” You say, plopping back onto your bed as you drag your hands down either side of your face.

Now what..

Glancing outside of your window, you notice it’s a perfectly good night. You sigh, trying not to let your being upset get the better of you. You were supposed to be meeting your boyfriend at the park a few blocks away, but now, you had no idea what to do. It’s not like you could really explain it to your parents. They had no idea you even had friends, let alone a boyfriend, and you honestly liked it that way. You sit up straight on your plush bed, your black comforter seeming a bit more beckoning than usual. Your {E/C} eyes glance around the room as you think of an idea. Sneaking out won’t work, because they’d definitely find out..

Oh!

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ri-

“{Y/N}? Where are you?”

“Damian! Hey, um, so, I got in trouble.. But can you come over?”

“You’re in trouble.. But you want me to come.. No.”

“Ugh, come on, baby. Why do you always gotta be the good guy?”

You sigh, falling face first back onto the bed with your phone in your hand.

“Please,” you mumble through the blankets.

There was a slight hesitation on the phone before he spoke again.

“How would I even get in?” Bingo.

You pop back upright, your smile widening just the same way as your moms. 

“My window. It’s open, you'd just have to climb in.”

“Oh god. You know this is just because I love you,” he says, completely unenthusiastic.

You can’t help but squeal in excitement, bouncing on the bed slightly.

“I love you, too! See you soon!”

You hang up, not giving him any time to change his mind. This plan was going to be perfect. Your parents never barged into your room, and as long as you answered when they called out for you, they wouldn't suspect a thing. You’ve never done this before, but you’re sure it’ll go off without a hitch. 

There’s excitement in the air as you rush around your room, tidying it up and lighting the candles you had. Unlike your parents, you still had your wits about you. It got a little hard to handle from time to time, but you knew they meant well. Well.. At least towards you. You grew up watching your dad come home soaked in blood and your mom right behind him, helping him slide out of his clothing so she could clean it in a hurry. Other times, they just went straight to their room. You assumed to do things... you wouldn't want to know of.

The last candle is lit and you turn on your large flat screen, a gracious gift your father brought home one night. You assumed it was stolen, but who were you to ask questions? He thought about you on a heist and it made your heart swell with joy. 

You change it to Netflix, hoping to binge on {F/S} with him all night once he made his way through your window. You’d never really been to his house before, and he’d never been to yours. Both of your parents were a little on the weird side according to the other, so you vowed never to bring each other home unless you got married. You were breaking this rule now, but as long as he didn’t know who they were, you’d be just fine. 

It wasn’t that you were ashamed at all, you just knew your dear mom and dad were hard to take in, especially to such a normal kid like Damian. You liked him too much to scare him away, or give him a heart attack at the sight of them. You were nothing like them, most of the time, anyway. You didn’t want to taint your own image of normalcy that you’d worked so hard on your whole life.

A few minutes passed and you heard commotion at your window. You scurried over to it, helping him in. Unable to carry his weight, he hit the floor with a thud.

“Sorry,” you said before poking your head out of the window, scanning the backyard for any indication that anyone had seen him. Thankfully, your father let his goons loose early, so no one was monitoring the property.

Brushing himself off as he stood up, you jumped for joy, clapping your hands and closing the window a bit more. 

“I’m so happy to see you!” You throw your arms around him, planting a sweet kiss on his lips and pushing his shaggy hair back.

“I’m happy to see you, {Y/N},” he said. “So why is my girl in trouble?”

You roll your eyes, replaying the whole thing in your head.

“I was so close to freedom!” you say painfully, “And then my dad caught sight of my skirt.”

His eyes immediately become fixed on your skirt, and he gulps softly.

“I can see why.”

You smirk, lightly slapping his shoulder. 

“But since I won’t be going anywhere...” You slide out of your skirt, kicking it aside and moving to your dresser to grab a t-shirt. He watches as you walk around in nothing but your top and {F/C} panties, quickly slapping your ass as you walk by.

You giggle, removing your shirt and slipping on the oversized t-shirt. You were a tease by nature, something that you’re positive you got from your mother.

“That’s better,” you say, turning around and moving towards the bed, grabbing his hands on the way and pulling him with you. You both fall back onto it and you roll over, locking your arm and leg around him in a hug.

“I got Netflix. We can watch {F/S} and do whatever you want.”

He smirks at you, his large hand gently brushing some {H/C} hair from your face. “Your room is huge. So much room for.. activities.”

You laugh at his movie reference and roll back over, looking up at the ceiling.

“Yeah, my parents have had this place forever. This used to be a game room.”

You think about what it must’ve been like before they changed it into your nursery, and eventually into your own space.

“You never told me you were rich,” he jokes, nudging your shoulder.

“You have no ide-”

“{Y/N}!”

The shrill call of your mother seems to stop your heart the moment you hear it, and you can see in his face that he’s nervous too. You hold each others gaze for just a second before you leap off the bed, smoothing out your hair and shirt. You crack open the door of your room just enough so you can be seen, stepping out of it and closing the door behind you.

“Yes?”

“You need ta’.. Are you goin’ ta bed so soon?”

“It’s almost midnight, mother. Of course I am.”

Harley rolls her eyes and scoffs. “An’ ya want me ta’ believe that on what planet?”

“Krypton,” you say. “What do you want, mom?”

“Your father told me ya wanted ta’ go out in that skirt I got ya, an’ I convinced him ta’ let ya’ go, as long as ya don't wear it.”

You stay quiet. If you had only waited a little while longer you’d be able to go out. But you notice Frost walking behind her now, and know there’s no way you’ll be able to leave and get Damian out of here too.

“Give me skirt, or give me death,” you say, dragging your thumb across your neck dramatically.

“That can be arranged, ya know,” she jokes. “Ya can stay home then! Sheesh, I tried.” “I just don’t feel like going anywhere anymore. He killed it.”

“As he does with most things,” she swoons, and you gag. 

“I’ll be in my room.”

“Sleep tight, honey,” she says, knowing full well you’re going to be up all night, anyway.

It’s like you got away with murder in your own right when you walk back in and close the door behind you. Damian is already propped up on your bed with {F/S} previewing on the queue.

"Where were we?" You ask, slinking towards the bed and sliding onto it again.

His arms instinctively wrap around you and he plays the show. For just a moment, you feel normal. The rest of the world melts away, and it's just the two of you. You have no weird enormous house, there is no crazy parents, just you, and... Wait.

"Hey.. Question."

"Ask away, babe," he says, calm and collected, and completely unaware of what you were about to ask.

"Do your parents know about us?"

Damian shifts in his spot on the bed, unsure of whether or not his answer would make you upset. He hesitates before responding, and you're already assuming they don't. It's okay, you think, I mean, I would never tell my parents. But.. my parents are crime lords. His..?

You begin to feel hurt. Maybe your facade of normalcy hasn't been holding up as well as you thought. Did he know? He couldn't have known.. Maybe he's not serious about me? Well, we’re still so young, why should he be.. The questions ran in your mind over and over.

"It's just that.." he starts. "My parents are a little... strange."

You can't help but laugh. "Your parents?"

He looks at you, confusion on his features now.

Okay, maybe he doesn't know.

"I mean, everyone's parents are a little weird," you say, trying to cover up your little mistake.

"I guess so.. I mean, my dads never home and my mom always gone, too. There's not much to meet."

You empathize with him immediately. You knew what it was like to have your parents gone all the time, and to feel like you couldn't let anyone see or know who they were. In everyone else’s eyes, you were essentially an orphan, and have been your whole life.

"I get that," you say. "But you shouldn't feel so bad about it. I know what thats like too, sort of.. I’m sure they’re just fine."

Maybe you should take your own advice, you think.

“You don’t get it, babe. It’s not something I can explain away.”

Your eyes narrow now, and you can’t hide the slight pang of anger surfacing. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t get it?” You say, sitting up straight and suddenly sounding far too defensive for your own good.

He immediately reaches over and pulls your {B/T} frame close to his, a smile on his face. He always thought you were cute you were mad, and his soft touch brings you back to earth. Sighing, you collapse back into his arms.

“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it.”

He kisses the top of your head and you faintly hear his stomach rumble. Being the wonderful girlfriend you are, you look up at him and ask the inevitable.

“Hungry?”

“I’m starving!” He laughs, “I was going to take you to that little pizza joint once you got to the park, but somebody had to get themselves in trouble..”

You crack a grin, shrugging. “I wanted to give you a little something to look at, maybe be a little grateful!” 

You grab a throw pillow and smack him in the face with it, giggling as he takes it from you and smacks you back.

“Okay, okay!” You laugh, I surrender! How about a treaty written in popcorn?”

He stops, holding the pillow above you as he pretends to ponder over your offer.

“Hmm.. I accept your offer, Lady {Y/N}.”

You grin and grab his hand, pulling him back off of the bed and to the door. Cracking it slightly, you peek out into what’s now darkness and silence.

“The coast is clear, I think. We just have to be very, very quiet,” you say, turning to him for a response. 

Damian nods his head and gestures zipping his lips. 

Opening your door a little further, you tighten your grip around his hand and run for it on your tip toes to insure silence. You stop behind a large plant in the open foyers hallway, peeking towards your parents shut door. You can see the television light from under their double doors and hear your father laughing at what you assumed would be the news of whatever dastardly deed he committed tonight. 

Another dash down the stairs and you’re both scurrying across the floor and towards the kitchen. 

“Your house is huge,” he whispers loudly, almost as though he were relieved about it. You weren’t sure how to take that as you made your way into the kitchen with him in tow.

“Shh! But thanks..” You whisper back, heading swiftly for the popcorn and then to the microwave. 

As quiet as humanly possible, you open the microwave door and place the popcorn on the turntable. After a few seconds, it begins to pop.

“Popcorn isn’t quite helping us stay quiet, {Y/N},” he teases.

The giggle is uncontrollable as you realize he was right. Sure, it wasn’t that loud, but every pop felt like you may as well be knocking on your parents door.

Damian grabs your hands and playfully ballroom dances with you in the light of the microwave, the smell of butter filling the air. You both laugh softly as he twirls you to the imaginary music in your makeshift spotlight.

Flick.

You pull away from each other faster than lightning, your eyes immediately on the one person you wished you didn’t even know right now.

“What the hell is going on?” His eyes move to your legs before rolling towards the ceiling. “And I was worried about a skirt.” 

Damian tenses at the sight of him, his whole demeanor changing into something you’ve only seen on the faces of people who despised your father.

The Joker pulls a revolver from the holster he always seemed to wear, pulling the hammer and cracking his neck. 

“You’ve got ten seconds to run, or I tell that stupid Bat just who, you’re dealing with,” your fathers voice is a low growl, a threatening kind of tone you’ve never heard before.

“Dad..” You say, stepping in front of Damian, “Don't do this, he’s a great guy, I swear!” 

Your dad holds the gun out now, and you’re hoping his aim is just behind you and not on you. Occasionally, you forget that he’s insane. You never would’ve thought he’d hurt you, but now you aren’t so sure.

“Please..” You plead, and sighs, clearly exhausted of you.

“Please, please, please. Get upstairs! You’re not whoring around with the Batman’s kid! I refuse to let my daughter sink to the level of.. Of scum!” he spits, and you wince. 

“Batman..?”

“{Y/N}, he finally says, “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner- I just had no idea you were the Jokers daughter.. You’re so.. Sane.”

Feeling slightly accomplished, you smile a little before remembering what was playing out in front of you. Noticing Damian was still standing there, facing the barrel of The Joker’s gun for you, you can’t push the feelings rushing in all at once.

“Please don’t hurt him,” you say, running up to your dad, “I love him,” you choke out. 

You’ve been saying this to each other for a while now, but to overwhelm your dad all at once with it, this wasn't the idea you had in mind. One hell of a first meeting, but it seems they’d already met before, somehow. 

Your father’s eyes shut, and his free hand’s thumb and index finger grip the bridge of his nose.

“God, damn it.”

You brace yourself for whatever may come next as your mom enters the kitchen.

“J! What are ya doin’ ta’ {Y/N}?!” She says, stepping in front of you now, and then noticing Damian. 

“Oh, Bats’ kid? What tha’ hell were ya thinking’?!”

“Mom,” you whine, on the cusp of a breakdown of your own. 

Damian stays silent, not wanting to make things worse for you and still trying to grasp that he’s been dating his father’s worst enemies daughter. His own head was spinning as he stood firm in his position, now staring at Harley, too.

“I had no idea,” you say, quietly, your eyes closing painfully for a second before you step back over to Damian. “But I don’t care.” You latch an arm around his, and you can feel him tense even further. 

“Put tha’ gun down, J!” Harley yells, and he drops his arm. You can tell even your father was at a loss for moment.

“How long?” She asks, turning to face you now. “Since middle school..” 

You can hear your father curse under his breath, and your mothers eyes widen before her face twists into an expression of hurt and acceptance. 

“Do ya love my daughter, Damian?” She asks, almost sarcastically now. 

“I do,” he says. In this moment, he seems to be the bravest man on planet earth, maybe even the universe.

Your fathers hands clench into fists and bears his metal teeth. Not even having to look at him, Harley holds her arm out and across his chest to contain him.

“Well.. I suppose ya aren’t bad lookin’..” “Harley! He’s.. He’s.. Bat’s blood!” Your father snaps, gripping into her arm now and pushing it aside, almost knocking her off of her feet. 

“You tear them apart an’ you’ll have ta deal with me,” you mom says, always the one who was on your side, and on loves side. She had dealt with the whole world against her relationship with your father, and you knew that played a big role in all of this with your relationship now.

Your eyes widen in concern as The Joker begins to storm closer to the both of you. Leaning down just slightly, he peers into Damian’s eyes, the gun resting against his chest and over his slightly racing heart.

“You even think of hurting my little girl, and you’ll get a nice silver bullet, right where you hurt her..”

[jupiesthoughts]

Kasamatsu, Hanamiya, and Kise trying to confess to an American transfer who doesn't speak/understand Japanese very well?

UESS WHO’S BAAAAACK!!

Okay, I first want to say that I couldn’t have figured out how each boy would confess without the help of my friend, who was blessed to teach in Japan in the next few months. She’s a great Murasakibara cosplayer btw.

Secondly, I changed this scenario up a little bit. The transfer student actually does understand and speak Japanese, but prefers to keep up the appearance that she doesn’t.

So I will be posting the actual translations of the phrases and meanings at the end of the post.

So lets begin!!

KEY

bold/italic = English is being spoken

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Hanamiya

You were not happy that you had to attend Kirisaki Daiichi. Yes, it is an excellent school, but you were not happy at the reputation that the school’s basketball team has.

You sighed as you saw two members of the basketball team begin to harass a random student, mocking and insulting them. You were used to the amount of bullying in America, but the amount that was happening in your high school-especially by one person? That was a shocker to you.

You couldn’t help but watch as Hanamiya Makoto laughed as the student he and his teammate had been harassing ran away in tears. Even though it was only your second week in Kirisaki Daiichi, you were warned by the vice president of the student council to beware for Hanamiya.

Yet, despite the warnings you’ve received, you still found yourself secretly crushing on the male. Maybe you liked bad boys and you’re just now realizing it? Or maybe you’re insane and are slowly losing your mind.

Regardless, you were finding yourself liking him, little by little each day.

“Oi, (L/N),” you heard him say, as he approached you.

You slowly turned around and raised an eyebrow, faking that you couldn’t understand him.

Before you could react, you found yourself kabedoned to the wall; his grey eyes connecting with your own.

You tried so hard to hide your blush; you secretly have dreamed of being in this situation…just not with Hanamiya. It was a bittersweet feeling.

“Don’t play stupid. I know you understand Japanese,” he smirks. “So listen to what I’m going to tell you, since I’m only telling you once.” Your breath hitched in your throat as he brought his lips close to your ear. “Suki yo. Ore igai darenimo awanaide.”

“What?” You stared at the male, as you felt butterflies in your stomach. The guy you’re slowly crushing on, actually likes you?

“You heard me,” he said as he turned away. “You suck at hiding your emotions, just like you suck at faking to not understand or speak Japanese.”

As he walked away, his brief confession played over in your head.

…..Maybe you’ll like it here afterall.

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Kise

“Kyaa! Kise-kun!!”

“Kise-kun, sign my photobook!”

“Kise-kun, go out with me!”

You couldn’t help but clench your teeth in annoyance as the chorus of annoying fangirls echoed throughout the hall, making its way into your classroom.

You despised Kise. You honestly didn’t see the appeal of the blond; you couldn’t. He’s loud, annoying, obnoxious and dramatic. And to make matters worse, you knew that he’s fake.

And nothing annoys you more than someone who’s fake.

You will admit that when you first met him, you did have a crush on him, like the other females in your class; however, the moment you noticed his true colors, those feelings changed. Especially once he started to spread rumors about you.

You noticed that he tried everything in his power to get to know you. The one thing that you had a slight advantage on was that everyone in the school assumes that you don’t speak a word of Japanese, when in reality, you’ve been studying it back in America.

“(F/N)-cchi!!”

You groaned as you heard the owner of that voice walk over to you. Closing your shoe locker, you saw him walk closer to you, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement.

“What?” you asked.

“Are you going to come watch me practice?” he asked, excitedly.

You scoffed as you put your school shoes back into your locker, ignoring the glares of hatred from his fangirls who were watching your interation. “Why would I waste my valuable time watching an idiot like you bounce a ball around?”

Kise’s eyes narrowed as the excitement vanished from them. “What is your deal? What have I ever done to you?”

Your eyes widened at his words. The nerve of him to actually say that to you; after starting those horrible rumors?

Before you could emit a response, the blond was suddenly on the ground, a black haired male standing behind him, putting his leg down.

You just stared at Kasamatsu who knocked Kise to the ground and took a mental note to ask him for pointers.

“Senpaiii!! That hurt!” he whinned.

“Kise, stop flirting with your fangirls and get your ass to practice!” the other male said, frowning as the blond got up.

“I was asking (F/N)-cchi if she was going to watch our practice-” he paused and stared at you.

“I don’t care who goes to our practice to watch. I do care that our idiot ace is there.”

“But senpai-I want to tell her that I like her-ssu.”

You froze at that statement. Kise Ryouta, the ‘thorn in your side’ actually liked you?

….You weren’t sure if you should be flattered or grossed out, but whatever it was, something was boiling inside of you.

“I don’t care if you like a damn dog. Don’t waste our practice time asking someone out!”

“Haaaaa?” you said, grabbing the attention of both of the males in front of you. “Did you say that you liked me?” You didn’t care to keep up the charade of not speaking Japanese; you were pissed.

Kise nodded.

“I call bullshit,” you add. “After starting those rumors about my weight and my appearance, you honestly think that I would end up harboring feelings for you?”

“I only started those rumors because I didn’t want anyone else falling for you,” he says quietly. “I don’t know how you figured out my true self, but I’m impressed. So naturally I’d fall for you.”

You pursed your lips together, contemplating the words that he said.

“(F/N)-cchi, mecha mecha suki -ssu.”

You scoffed. “If you want me to even consider liking you in that way, you have a long way to go; you gotta show me that you mean it.”

“Challenge accepted,” he grinned, only to pause. “EEEHHH!? YOU SPEAK JAPANESE!?!”

“Wow…”

“…You just noticed?” Kasamatsu stated.

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Kasamatsu

“So how do I say it?” Kasamatsu asked Kise.

“It’s easy. Just say, “(L/N)-cchi, I like you. Please go out with me.” He paused as Kasamatsu bonked Kise ontop of the head, emitting a whine. “Why did you hit me-ssu?”

“No way in hell am I going to add your weird suffix to her name,” he growled.

“Then don’t,” he replied. “Now repeat after me. ‘I like you’

“ I rike you-”

“No. There’s no ‘r’. It’s ‘l’. ‘Like’” Kise said. “Try again. ‘I like you’ “

Kasamatsu sighed and tried again. “I….l-like you-”

“That’s great, senpai!!” Kise exclaimed, only to shut his mouth as he saw his senpai glare at him. “Continuing on, ‘Please go out with me.‘”

Before Kasamatsu could reply, a laugh echoed throughout the gym.

“It’s finally happened. Kise has confessed to Kasamatsu,” Moriyama laughed only to duck as he saw a basketball fly towards his face.

“No way in hell, you idiot,” Kasamatsu growled as Kise grinned.

Turning around, Kise saw his other two senpai’s at the door. “I’m helping senpai confess to his crush in English-”

“I’m still in shock that it’s your best subject,” Kasamatsu said, interrupting the blond.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” he whined.

Once again, before Kasamatsu could reply, the doors opened again; this time revealing you.

“Kise-kun” you said, as you ran towards the blond.

Kasamatsu couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that he felt; how he was jealous at how comfortable Kise was with you, and how you were with him.

“Hi senpai,” you said with a smile.

“H-herro,” he stuttered, embarrassed at how he stuttered saying a simple word.

You smiled at him. “You ready to go?” you asked, only to get a nod from him and Kise.

When Kasamatsu had first met you, he discovered that you walked home in the same direction that both he and Kise did. So naturally, with Kise being Kise, convinced you to join the duo on their way home after school.

“Senpai. Ask her now,” Kise said.

You raised an eyebrow at the blond’s words. What would Kasamatsu want to ask her? You’d be more than happy to help him in English. Then again, you knew Kasamatsu was a proud man and wouldn’t like to admit that he needs help.

“Now? You’re crazy,” he replied.

“Just do it!”

Before he could react, Kasamatsu found himself standing right in front of your face; a bit too close for his liking (he could hear snickering and a ‘hi-five’ from behind him).

A blushing mess, you both backed away from each other, Kasamatsu glaring at Kise who had just pushed him.

“Did you need something, senpai?”

Its now or never, Kasamatsu thought. Taking a breath, he started to say the words that Kise had taught him. “I…I r-ri-ke-prease-”

As he was struggling to get the words out, Moriyama and Kise were laughing, as Kobori was struggling to hide the smile on his face.

You giggled, causing him to stop and he felt his heart sink. The only reason you would be giggling is because you found this pathetic.

“…Senpai, are you trying to ask me out?” you finally said in Japanese, taking pity on the struggling male.

Kasamatsu’s head perked up at your sentence. “Haaaaa?!”

“EEEHHH!?”

“(F/N)-cchi! You speak Japanese?!”

You nodded. “I’m half Japanese,” you shrugged. “I was born in America, but grew up speaking the language-” You let out a yelp as you felt something hard hit the top of your head. “Oww! Why did you hit me, senpai!?” you asked.

“Because I had to go to Kise to learn English to impress you…only to now learn that I really didn’t need too.”

“He’s embarassed, (L/N)-san,” Moriyama said as he avoided yet another basketball.

“He’s not wrong though,” Kasamatsu said, as he looked back to you. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you just find this funn-”

“You’re too cute, you know that?” you chuckle, grabbing all of the males attention. “Why would I laugh or make fun of you for trying to ask me out in my own language? If anything, I think its sweet.”

Gently, you grabbed his hand, and noticed that his face turned an even deeper shade of pink. “Did you want to try again, Kasamatsu-senpai?” you ask with a smile.

Returning the smile, he too, gently gave your hand a light squeeze. “(L/N), suki yo. Tsukiatte kudasai?”

The smile you had on your face, gave the male the answer he wanted to hear.

“Wait,” Moriyama said, grabbing the attention of everyone. “Does that mean that this whole time, you could understand what we were saying?”

Pursing your lips together in a smile, you nodded.

“So you understood what I said in regards-”

“In regards to my boobs?” you asked. “Yea, I did. No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend yet, you perve.”

Kasamatsu let out a snort as the others laughed.

Guess I had nothing to worry about, Kasamatsu thought, a small smile on his face as he saw you inching closer to him.

TRANSLATION

Hanamiya

“Suki yo. Ore igai darenimo awanaide�� (好きよ。俺以外誰にも会わないで。) = I like you. Don’t meet with anyone but me

Since some people consider Hanamiya to be a closet tsundere, another option for a phrase for him to use would be “Deeto ikanai?” (デート行かない?); which is extremely casual, however isn’t as emotive.

Kise

“Mecha mecha suki -ssu” ( っちめちゃめちゃ好きっす！) = “I really really like you”

Its a cutesy way of saying this, and it ends with the classic “ssu”, (which is a shortened version of desu)

Kasamatsu

“Suki yo. Tsukiatte kudasai” (好きよ。付き合ってください ) = I like you. Please go out with me

Due to him being nervous around girls, he would most likely be extremely embarrassed and just get straight to the point

I hope this was enjoyable!! I’m running on a few hours of sleep, so even though I edited this twice, I’m going to do a final edit after work.

Until next time!!

~Orca