#hehe you guys know what the duffle bag is about I hope

[ghost-bxrd]

Cyr here to report, ma'am. You ask, I deliver:

A Challenge To The Dark

shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance

amazing how death wins hands down amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of life

amazing how laughter has been drowned out amazing how viciousness is such a constant

I must soon declare my own war on their war I must hold to my last piece of ground I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life

my life not their death my death not their death…

my life not their death

my death not their death…

[hearts-hunger]

home for the holidays — chapter two

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Series Summary: The Cabin Fever gang spends Christmas in Frankenmuth. ||  Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

⮡ part one

Chapter Summary: The gang explores a very festive Frankenmuth. (Danny's POV)

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner, Josh Kiszka x Reader, Jake Kiszka x Reader | Genre: holiday fluff | Word Count: 3.5k | Chapter Warnings: spicy remarks, talk of sexuality, mention of the devil's lettuce

A/N: My first time writing Danny and Sam from their perspective! Also, fair warning, everything I know about Frankenmuth is from the internet, so forgive me if it's not accurate hehe. I hope you like it! ♡

Sam dropped their bags just inside his bedroom, giving a theatrical, contented sigh as he stepped in.

“Home sweet home.”

Danny chuckled as his boyfriend flopped unceremoniously on the bed, a display he’d seen many times in their youth when they came home tired from soccer games or gigs or long nights finding trouble to get into. Not that there was much trouble to be had in quiet little Frankenmuth — they’d mostly gotten their kicks from a dime bag and one of Sam’s records. This bedroom had seen countless hours of the two of them playing music, helping each other with homework, talking about everything and nothing. To Danny, the Kiszka house was a second home, and Sam’s bedroom had been the safest and most wonderful place in the world for many years.

He moved their duffle bags out of the way and perused Sam’s record collection, small as it was with most of it moved to their apartment in Nashville.

“I've been wondering where this was,” Danny said, pulling out a Cat Stevens record. He put it on the old, beat-up turntable and let Teaser and the Firecat play.

Sam rolled to his back. “We should take all those back home when we leave,” he said. “We left a lot of random stuff here.”

“That’s because you were in charge of packing up your room,” Danny reminded him. “And you're terrible at packing.”

Sam grinned as Danny sat in the edge of the bed. “Yeah, but you still love me.”

Danny gave a soft laugh. “Lucky you.”

Sam nudged his knee against Danny’s back. “Hey, you love this song.”

Danny smiled. “I know.”

“I listen to my words, but they fall far below,” Sam sang along absently. “I let my music take me where my heart wants to go.”

He sat up and stretched. “Where does your heart want to go, Dan?”

Danny moved Sam’s legs out of the way and laid back on the bed, his feet still on the floor. “Right now? My heart wants to go to sleep.” 

Their pre-dawn flight had sounded like a great idea when they’d planned it, but he was exhausted now and they hadn't even gotten started on all they planned to squeeze into one day.

Sam laughed and sat cross-legged at Danny's side. “You can’t sleep now. We just got here. We still have lots of stuff to do.”

Danny groaned and draped an arm over his eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

Sam ran a hand over Danny’s chest in a soothing motion. “You’re really tired, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“You want more coffee?” He got off the bed without waiting for an answer. “I’ll go make you some.”

Danny propped himself up. “You don’t have to.”

Sam smiled. “I want to. Maybe mom has some of that fancy creamer you like.”

Sam was only gone for a minute, and Danny gratefully accepted the mug of coffee with sugar cookie creamer when he returned.

“Thank you,” he said with a contented sigh.

Sam smacked a kiss to his cheek with a goofy muah, making Danny laugh.

“You’re welcome, honey.”

They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, Sam rifling through his things and showing Danny any interesting discoveries as Danny drank his coffee. He looked up at the posters haphazardly taped to Sam’s ceiling; they were all male rock bands and musicians, some in various states of undress like the Mick Rock photo of Queen that was almost a boudoir shoot. Danny chuckled.

“What's so funny?” Sam asked with an affectionate smile.

Danny shook his head. “I can’t believe it took you so long to figure out you were into guys.”

Sam gave him a wry smile. “Yeah, well, not all of us were born self-aware bisexuals, Daniel. Some of us had to go through gay trauma.”

Danny looked over at him. “What do you mean?” He’d known it had been a little harder for Sam to come to terms with his sexuality than it had been for Danny, but he didn’t remember anything close to trauma. 

Sam gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m kidding. There was very little trauma involved, if any. Aside from realizing I was hopelessly in love with you and not being able to tell you.”

Danny sighed. “Sweetheart, I think that was just you being dumb,” he teased. “You could have told me any of those million times we were in here goofing off and trying to act straight and I would have told you I felt the same way.”

“Not if you were making out with girls all the time,” Sam needled.

“Minor detours,” he said. He finished his coffee and set the mug on the nightstand. “I was always on the road to you, Sammy.”

“Now you sound like a Rascal Flats song.”

Danny laughed until he was out of breath, and Sam wore a lovesick smile as he watched him.

“You know I spend every waking minute trying to make you laugh?” Sam said, coming to sit beside him on the bed. “It’s my favorite sound in the whole world.”

“Aw, love. You’re secretly a romantic, aren’t you?”

“I am not,” Sam said. “Take that back.”

Danny smirked. “What are you gonna do if I don’t? Make swoony romantic love to me?”

With a quickness that made Danny blush, Sam straddled his lap and pulled his arms behind his back.

“Does this feel swoony and romantic to you?” Sam asked.

Danny smirked. “Kind of.”

Sam immediately took down the facade and released Danny’s hands to cradle his face and kiss him gently. That suited Danny better; usually he was the one giving the business to Sam, and he liked it just fine.

“I love you,” Danny said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Sam smiled and buried his face in Danny’s neck.

“I love you too,” he said. “You know, it’s been a while since we fooled around in this bed.”

Danny snorted. “It’s barely eight in the morning, Sam.”

Sam gave him a serious look. “You know you can do the deed even when it’s not dark outside.”

Danny laughed. “You’re funny.”

Sam was pleased with the compliment and rewarded him with a kiss. Despite what he’d said, Danny felt himself warming to the idea of “fooling around,” and he broke the kiss before it got too hot and heavy.

“Hey,” Sam protested. “Be nice.”

“Don’t tempt me. You’re the one who said we have all this stuff to do.”

“Forget I said that. We can stay in bed all day.”

Sam kissed him again, and Danny had almost agreed to stay in bed when a knock sounded on the door.

“Let’s go, lovebirds,” came Jake’s voice. “It’s too early for all that.”

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s impeccable timing. Danny chuckled and gently eased Sam off of him.

“Come on,” he said sweetly. “Let’s go look at Christmas lights or something.”

Sam softened. “You sure you’re not too tired? You can crash for a while if you want.”

Danny shook his head. “I’m feeling better after having some coffee. In fact, I’m rarin’ to go.”

Sam grinned and took his hand as they went to meet the rest of their friends at the door.

“Are you coming with us, mom?” Sam called, pulling on his jacket.

“No, you kids go have fun. You girls take nice pictures, because I know none of these boys can.”

Sparrow and Baby laughed.

“Yes ma’am,” they chorused. 

Bundled up in scarves and hats and big jackets they hadn’t had to use since they moved, the six of them crunched through the few inches of snow that had already accumulated on the ground. Danny took the driver’s seat again, reaching his hand back to find Sam’s.

“I’m assuming you don’t want to hold my hand,” Josh teased, slapping his palm against Danny’s.

Danny took Josh’s hand and squeezed it. “Who says?”

Josh laughed and returned the affectionate squeeze before Sam batted his hand away. 

“Hey now,” Sam said. “Hands off my man.”

Danny felt Sam’s wiry hand in his own and ran his thumb over Sam’s knuckles.

“You’re gonna freeze with no gloves, Sam.”

“I do have one glove,” Sam said. “I guess you’ll just have to hold my other hand to keep me from getting frostbite.”

The drive to town was quick, but it took ages to find parking. Even with the light snowfall, people were out and about, enjoying the snow-capped and colorfully lit Little Bavaria of downtown Frankenmuth. Danny was happy to be back; he’d missed the sights and sounds of his hometown at Christmas, and he was glad they’d decided to come home for the holidays.

They all cheered when they finally found a parking space, and Baby pointed out that they were right near one of the “Stop and Snap” picture spots. 

“Get in,” she ordered with all the seriousness of a general directing her army, gesturing to a giant ornament with a wide seat in the middle. “We’re doing all fifteen stops so we can get our collector’s edition ornament at the Visitor's Center.”

They did as she asked, squishing together, sitting on each other’s laps to fit.

“Put those long arms to use for a selfie, Daniel,” Sparrow said, just as dedicated to the cause as her best friend. 

Danny smiled and did as she said, fitting everyone into the picture and taking millions so the girls could pick out the one they liked the best. As they walked around town, they stopped and took more pictures, each one more ridiculous than the last, and Danny felt the infectious joy of good company as they explored the town they knew like the back of their hand.

“We ought to stop in and say hi to Mr. Miller,” Sam said as they rounded the corner near where the record shop stood. 

“Hey, we should!” Josh agreed. He nudged his shoulder against his girlfriend’s. “And maybe Santa can get me that John Denver record I’ve been looking for. What do you think, baby?”

She gave him an innocent smile. “I don't know, honey. Have you been a good boy this year?”

He whispered something to her that made her blush. “Joshua,” she protested, but her smile gave her away.

They came into the record store and basked in the warmth for a moment before spreading out to flip through rows and rows of second-hand vinyls. All of them had spent countless hours there searching for good finds growing up, and the owner, Mr. Miller had always been a kind friend and musical mentor to them. They went to say hello to Mr. Miller, and he was delighted to have them back; he gestured to the boxes of records he hadn’t yet put out and told them have at them.

“I know you kids like to hunt for hidden treasure,” he said with a twinkling smile. “Knock yourselves out.”

They did, and they found several records they asked Mr. Miller to keep for them behind the counter until they were headed home. He did, saying he was “always happy to see young folks interested in good music.”

Danny and Sam looked together through the jazz section. The smell of old records brought back a flood of memories for Danny, and he gently tapped his boot against Sam’s.

“You know, Sam, I think I fell in love with you in this store.”

His boyfriend gave him a heart-tilting smile. “You did? You never told me.”

“I mean, I'd been in love with you forever,” Danny, a little bashful as he remembered the years of fumbling, hesitant flirtation with his best friend. “But I do remember one time when we were in here, a few weeks before we went to the cabin. You found a copy of Teaser and the Firecat — the copy we were listening to earlier, actually, because you ended up buying it — and started singing ‘Rubylove’ loud enough for the whole store to hear. But you changed ‘Ruby’ to ‘Danny’.”

Danny was surprised to see Sam blush bright red.

“Oh, god, I remember that,” Sam said with an embarrassed laugh. 

Danny himself felt a little embarrassed at the thought that Sam didn’t remember that day with as much fondness as he did.

“I thought you were flirting with me,” Danny said, hedging. “I guess I was wrong.”

Sam looked surprised. “I was!” He came close and eased Danny’s embarrassment with a lopsided smile, tucking his hand into the crook of Danny’s arm.

“I was definitely flirting with you, honey,” he said, kind and affectionate. “I mean, I sang you a love song from your favorite album of all time. I was one hundred percent wearing my heart on my sleeve and making a complete fool of myself.”

Danny softened and gave him a chaste kiss. “I don’t think you made a fool of yourself, love.”

Sam raised a brow. “No? What if I did it again right now?”

Without waiting for Danny’s answer, he pressed his clasped hands to his chest in a dramatic gesture.

“Danny my love, you’ll be my love. You’ll be my sky above, Danny my love.”

Danny laughed and shushed him with a hand to his mouth as they gained troubled glances from other customers and a wolf whistle from one of Sam’s brothers.

Mr. Miller called to them from behind the counter. “Haven’t you boys quit flirting and actually gotten together yet?”

All of them laughed, and Jake wryly assured the older man that the two singing idiots had indeed gotten together.

Mr. Miller shook his head. “About time.”

Sam looked up at Danny with a beaming grin. “I was flirting with you this time, too, just so you know.”

Danny chuckled and gave him a quick kiss. “I figured.”

After a while, Danny found Baby flipping through the John Denver section with a look of concentration.

“Don’t you have most of these?” he asked. She and Josh had adopted John Denver as “their” artist, and from what he could remember of their collection at home, they had almost all of his albums.

“Yeah,” she said, a little distracted. “But we don’t have Rocky Mountain Christmas yet, and I wanted to get it for Josh this year.”

He helped her look, and after a few moments, he pulled out a blue and white album with painted mountains on the cover. “This one?”

She gave him a sweet, joyful smile he couldn't help but return.

“Yes!” she said happily, taking it when he offered it to her. “Thank you, Danny. That's exactly what I was looking for.”

She looked up at him. “Did you find anything for Sam?”

He shrugged. “I can’t think of a record he wants that he doesn't already have,” he said. “He’s hard to buy for, you know that.”

“Tell me about it,” she agreed as they walked to the counter together. “Josh and I got him a Polaroid, so I hope he’ll like it.”

“He’ll love it,” Danny assured her. “That’s a great gift for him. Did you have it shipped here?” Since they’d decided on the trip, they’d been sending their packages to the Kiszkas' for Kelly to hide, and they had a lot of wrapping to do that night to get everything ready.

She nodded. “Kelly said it got there yesterday, so it was just in the nick of time.”

She handed the record to Mr. Miller and asked him to keep it with the rest of their picks, and Danny blocked Josh’s way when he tried to come close.

“What are you, her bodyguard?” Josh laughed.

Danny shook a stern finger at him. “Christmas is no time for snooping, Mr. Kiszka.”

Josh grinned. “Fine. We’re ready to go when you guys are.”

They rejoined the group when they’d said their goodbyes to Mr. Miller, a little relieved to find it had stopped snowing while they were shopping. Sam took Danny’s hand as they walked, and Danny laughed when he found that Sam actually did only have one singular glove.

“Here,” he said, making to take off his own and give them to him.

“Aw, Dan, you don't have to give me your gloves,” Sam said, surprised but touched that he would offer. “Just hold my hand and I’ll be fine.”

Danny gladly did as he said. The feel of Sam’s hand in his still sent a thrill through him like the first time he’d felt it, and he knew he’d never tire of the little ways Sam came up with to be close to him. 

“Alright, boys, strap in,” Sparrow said, rubbing her mittened hands together in gleeful anticipation as they came up to Bronner’s Christmas Wonderland. The gigantic building was festooned top to bottom in garlands and lights, and even from the outside it lived up to its billing as the world's largest Christmas store. Danny smiled as he watched Jake join in his girlfriend’s excitement and saw Josh snap a picture of the sign with the disposable camera Baby had brought.

“You ready?” Danny asked, looking to his boyfriend with a grin.

Sam shrugged. “Oh, sure.”

Danny chuckled. “You promise you won’t hate it?” he teased. Though Sam would never admit it, fearing to tarnish his rockstar reputation, he loved going to Bronner’s and looked forward to it every year.

Sam gave him a grudging smile. “I think I’ll survive.”

They wove through life-size nativity scenes and towering nutcrackers until they came to the door, entering into a sprawling display of festivity. The girls gave delighted giggles and dragged their boyfriends off to look at the huge Christmas village exhibits and hundreds upon hundreds of ornaments that sparkled and shone from every corner. Sam and Danny took a moment to take it all in, looking over the waterfalls of twinkling lights, giant baubles suspended from the ceiling, and many-tiered displays of Santas, presents, and brightly-lit trees.

Danny snuck a glance at his boyfriend and softened at the look of boyish wonder and excitement of Sam’s face. Spurred by affectionate impulse, he kissed Sam’s cheek. 

“Merry Christmas, love.”

Sam pinked and gave him a bashful grin.

“Merry Christmas, Dan.”

They whiled away the morning at Bronner’s, spending a long time in leisurely enjoyment of the sights and sounds of Christmas. When they’d seen all there was to see and successfully dissuaded the girls from buying the entire store, they had lunch at the Christmas Town Pub at the farmer’s market and talked over mugs of mulled wine.

“You’re not doing this whole vegan thing with Sammy, right?” Josh asked, snagging one of the fries that had come with Danny’s bratwurst. Baby batted his hand away and pushed her fries towards him.

“I don’t mind sharing,” Danny said, giving her a smile. “And to answer your question, Josh, I think I’d qualify myself as a selective vegan.”

Sparrow laughed. “So not really a vegan.”

“Well, we’ve been doing it at home,” Sam said. “Danny’s been a real champ so far.”

“I’m not going vegan for you, Sparrow,” Jake said. “I mean, I love you, but I really, really like meat.”

“Yes, honey, I know. You and your steaks.”

Jake put a hand to his chest. “You don't like my steaks?”

She rolled her eyes but smiled all the same. “Of course I like them, Jakey. I like anything you cook. You know what else I like?”

He smirked. “My world-famous kisses?”

She laughed. “Those too. I was going to say mulled wine, but if you would be so kind as to get me some more, I’ll let you give me one of those world-famous kisses.”

Josh and Baby asked for more too, and Sam offered to help Jake carry them.

“You want another one?” he asked Danny.

Danny finished his drink and raised his mug. “Sure, why not.”

They lingered for a while over their drinks, and Danny started to feel the pull of exhaustion again as the wine and warm food worked their magic. Sam’s hand running up and down his back, though a welcome touch, wasn’t helping him in his losing battle. Sparrow and Josh, too, were looking ready for a nap, and their partners were happy to have them rest their heads on their shoulders. 

“We’re losing them, Jake,” Sam said with a laugh. He looked over at Danny. “My big guy's about ready to crash, huh?”

Danny gave him a drowsy smile. “I like it when you call me that.”

Sam chuckled. “I'm glad. You are my big guy.” He brushed Danny's hair over his shoulder. “You ready to head home?”

Danny stifled a yawn behind his hand. “Probably. If everybody else is.”

“I think we should call it before Sparrow falls asleep at the table,” Jake said, kissing her cheek. “We can take a power nap and come back for ice skating later.”

Jake offered to drive home, and Danny leaned against Sam as they rode. With a bit of persuasion, Sam got him out of the car and into bed.

“Just one more minute, sweetheart,” Sam said, kneeling down to take off Danny’s boots for him. Danny felt his heart squeeze at the selfless gesture and rested his head against Sam’s for a moment.

Sam breathed a laugh. “You alright?”

Danny hummed in agreement. “I love you a lot, Sam.”

Sam set Danny's boots to the side and tipped his face up for a kiss, which Danny gladly gave.

“I love you a lot too, big guy.”

Danny snuggled close to Sam when they were both under the covers, and Sam brushed Danny's hair back from his face.

“I’m glad I get to spend Christmas with you now, Sam.”

Sam's laugh was soft. “We’ve always spent Christmas together, love,” he said. “Even when we were kids.”

Danny cuddled closer. “You know what I mean. I’m glad I get to spend Christmas with you like this.”

Sam relaxed with a contented sigh and gave Danny a gentle kiss.

“Yeah,” he agreed, and Danny could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re right. This kind of Christmas is way better.”

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[suguruverse]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU PULL A APRIL FOOLS PRANK ON THEM

includes - suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime and bokuto koutaro

a/n - don’t ask why i posted this a day late but pls enjoy <33

published date - 02/04/21

↳ SUNA RINTAROU

- sick of your bullshit 1.0

- he thought you just making his lunch like you normally do

- he often said that you didn’t need to but he always looks forward to lunch time when he gets to see what you made him

- so today when you made him lunch, he was not suspicious at all

- when he took a bite, he was like why? is? it? so? spicy?

- but he remained calm and just kept eating

- and by the time he was half way through his lunch is was sweating buckets

- his face was red, he was aggressively blowing his nose, sweat was dripping down his face and he was chugging bottles of water like it was nothing

- he didn’t even suspect that it was a prank, just that you have weirdly high spice tolerance

- his teammates were getting a little bit worried, seeing him stick out his tongue like a dog and fanning his face like his life depended on it

- yeah, you guys were gonna have a long conversation at home

- he had just finished his 4th water bottle when he received a text from you

lol text convo - sunas pov

m’lady: how’s the food baby? :)

me: why’s it so spicy

me: it tastes good but i think i’m dying

me: laugh out loud

m’lady: dang i didn’t think it would be THAT spicy

me: huh?

m’lady: happy april fools??

me: fuck you

m’lady: is that a promise?? 🥺🥺

me: shut up i’m crying rn

m’lady: then come home you dramatic bitch

me: i’ll remember this day you damn brat

- in conclusion pranking him sucks and he always gets you back for it

- except his pranks are 100% worse and probably emotionally traumatising

↳ OIKAWA TOORU

- this man istg he is so annoying

- this man is so needy and dramatic

- but that’s probably why you decided to do this

- he just has the best reactions for pranks

- yeah nah i have no idea what you were thinking when you decided to do this

- ditching a date with your boyfriend to hang out with your friends??

- um big mistake

“my love, are you ready for our dinner date yet?”

- yeah you weren’t, babes we going clubbing, but he didn’t know that

- and plus your outfit didn’t really speak ‘fancy dinner’

“oh tooru!! great, i need your opinions! what do you think of my outfit”

“darling, you look absolutely stunning, but a bit much for a dinner date don’t you think?”

“baby what? i’m going out with friends tonight, to the club, but don’t worry, i’ll be home early”

“my love?? we had a date tonight. did you forget? we’ve been planning this for awhile”

“tooru, what’re you talking about? i told you i was gonna go out ages ago”

“oh but-“

“oh shit tooru, i’m late, i gotta go, i’ll see you later okay? see you later my love”

- and you left, leaving your boyfriend heartbroken

- he literally dropped onto the floor clutching his chest hoping you would come home and see him, then cuddle him until the morning

- and there he laid for another 10 minutes in disgust

- how dare you leave your precious boyfriend for your friends

- you decided you were done pranking him so you enter your apartment to your boyfriend cracking open a new vodka bottle

“tooru!”

“oh... it’s you”

“um yeah”

“i thought you were going out with your friends. what? did you finally remember about the date with your handsome boyfriend?”

“tooru”

“no go away, i’m mad”

“april fools tooru”

- when i tell you this man gave you the biggest side eye

“hmph i knew that, i just wanted to see how far you would take the prank”

“okay baby, sure you did”

“pfft darling, don’t underestimate your lovely boyfriend, so come on let’s go”

“go where”

“cuddle, obviously, i still haven’t forgiven you”

- 4/10 dont prank him, he’s annoying

↳ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

- sick of your bullshit 2.0

- he swears you’re gonna give him grey hairs during his 20’s and let’s be honest you probably are

- he just worries about you too much

- he hates seeing you hurt, sick, stressed or just uncomfortable in general

- so you were hella cruel for doing this to him

*massive thud noise lol idk*

“OW, haji, HAJI it hurts please hurry it hurts so bad”

- all of a sudden your boyfriend becomes an olympic sprinter

“doll? what’s wrong baby? did you fall? is your ankle okay? do you want me to get ice? call an ambulance?”

“haji, please i don’t know, it just hurts so bad. please make it stop”

“doll it’s okay, just breathe, can you do that for me pretty girl?”

“mhm”

“good girl, it looks like you sprained your ankle, i’ll go get some ice, okay doll?”

“please hurry haji, it hurts a lot”

“it’s okay, i’m sorry, i’ll be back super quick”

- you were gonna cry, your boyfriend was being so cute and considerate

- yeah well wait until he finds out this was a prank

- in less than 2 minutes, he came running back with an ice pack

“here doll, does this feel better?”

“mhm, thank you haji, i love you”

“i love you more, c’mon i’ll carry you to the couch”

- ugh what a man

“hey haji?”

“yeah doll? what’s up?”

“happy april fools”

“huh?”

“i’m not actually injured, it was a prank”

iwaizumi: 😐😑😐

“i should have known, you fucking brat”

“hehe sorry, can i have a hug”

“no, hug yourself”

- 202/10 bc he’s husband material and has nice arms

↳ BOKUTO KOUTARO

- babie 🥺🥺

- you always loved leaving him small motivational notes for him and he loves it so much

- he always has the biggest smile whenever he sees a note that you wrote in his lunch or his duffle bag

- but today you put like 391 notes in his bag without him noticing

- so when he arrived at practice, he was hoping to get changed into his gear but was instead greeted with a pile of notes

- he picked one up at looked at it

“you look like the scum between my toes”

- okay that was mean

- so he picked up another

“your armpits smell like blue cheese”

- he could have started crying right then and there

- so he texted you

bo’s pov

me: baby :((

my pretty baby: what’s wrong my love? did something happen at practice?

me: did you put these notes in my bag? :((

my pretty baby: i did!! happy april fools baby!!

my pretty baby: did you not like it?

me: it was mean, should i read all of it?

my pretty baby: i spent all night writing it so yes

my pretty baby: but you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, some of them are really weird and mean

me: no i wanna, you worked hard on them!!

my pretty baby: are you sure? they might hurt your feelings

me: im sure!! im stronger than you think!! :))

- the rest of msby saw some of the notes and laughed

- atsumu texted you about how funny they were

- but sakusa told you to never do it again because he doesn’t wanna deal with bokuto crying ever 

- what a babe

- 827282/10 because he’s such a sweetheart

[xutokawa]

I really love your s/o finding scratch marks, so I was wondering if you can do one for Bokuto & Hinata- if not Hinata you can do Akaashi uwu please crush my soul ~🥝

pairings: akaashi x reader, hinata x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating

wc: 2.4k

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a/n: anon!! tysm for this request hehe. sorry it took so long to write :( but I hope you enjoy!! since i already wrote one for bokuto, it’s just hinata and akaashi in this one! also tysm guys for 400 followers!?!!??! i def don’t deserve it since i barely post oops but i still can’t be grateful enough for your support!

atsumu and oikawa ver.

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

suna and bokuto ver.

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Akaashi

Excitement bubbled in your stomach as you checked your appearance in the mirror. 

“How do I look?” you teasingly asked your boyfriend. Looking up from his phone, his face immediately formed into a smile.

“Ethereal,” Akaashi replied, taking in your appearance. You giggle as you walked over to where he was sitting on your shared bed, wrapping your arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest. His scent filled your nostrils as you felt his hand reach up to smooth your hair. Warmth spread through your body. 

“You ready to go then?” Akaashi asked you.

“Ready when you are,” you replied, tilting your head to meet his gaze. His eyes filled with adoration.

“Let’s go then.”

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The two of you were seated in a nice cafe, hunger satiated as the two of you talked. Your conversations were filled with smiles and laughter. Yet Akaashi’s smiles never seemed to truly reach his eyes. How could they when nothing but guilt filled his mind, when evidence of a drunken escapade was marked on his body?

Akaashi had noticed your intense gaze on his neck, shifting uncomfortably. Panic and dread rose to his throat at the thought of there being a hickey on his neck from the night before. Despite checking in the mirror countless times, he still couldn’t help but feel panicked at the thought of missing one.

“Is everything okay, y/n?” Akaashi tentatively asked, rubbing his hand over his neck. Snapped out of your trance, you meet his eyes before laughing it off.

“Yeah, just zoning out,” you tried to laugh off. You couldn’t shake it from your head. That couldn’t have been a hickey. Even if it was, Akaashi wouldn’t be so careless to not cover it, right? Unless he wanted you to see it. Tears pricked at your eyes. You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom, not wanting Akaashi to see your tears. 

As soon as you left his sight, Akaashi hurriedly checked his camera on his phone to see what you were staring at. Sure enough, a purple splotch was peeking out from underneath his shirt. Akaashi cursed as he wracked his mind with what to do. All he could come up with was pulling his shirt collar to one side.

His heart hammered in his chest. Would you break up with him when you came out of the bathroom? He felt his heart crumble at the thought of you leaving him. Akaashi was hoping he would eventually forget about his mistake and move on with his life with you. He just wanted to move onto the moment he got down on one knee, the moment the two of you would buy a house for the first time, the moment you held your children in your arms. He just needed to get past this moment.

He knew as soon as he saw you walk out of the bathroom. Your red eyes and blotchy cheeks gave it away. You saw, and now you knew how shitty of a person he was.

Silence enveloped the two of you as you sat back down.

“So you saw,” Akaashi confirmed. All you could do was nod in response.

“Wh-what do you want to do now?” Akaashi choked out. He truly didn’t want to lose you. It was like living in a nightmare, but the most he could do now was respect your wishes.

“I-” you started off, taking a breath before continuing, “I want to go back to the apartment.”

Akaashi silently nodded in understanding before gathering his things and leaving to pay. You buried your face in your hands, not fully grasping the situation at hand. Why was he acting so guilty? This was Akaashi, your boyfriend since your third year at high school. Never once did you doubt the love you held for each other during your relationship. 

“C’mon, y/n, let’s go,” Akaashi said, tentatively reaching his hand out to you. You debated whether or not you should take it, still unsure of everything going on. Finally, you gave him, letting his long fingers intertwined with yours. You almost wanted to laugh at how easily your unease washed away at his touch, how you immediately felt comforted, when the man who made you feel this way had traces of another on his skin. 

The two of you drove in silence, neither one of you sure of what to say in this situation. Confusion swarmed Akaashi’s mind. You obviously saw the hickey on his neck, yet you weren’t lashing out, demanding to break up with him. Yet he could see you were visibly troubled, your history and past with him getting in the way of your rationality. Guilt and shame pooled in Akaashi’s stomach. He shouldn’t be using his familiarity with you as a way to keep you with him. He was unfaithful, and deserved all the consequences. He knew that, no matter how heart wrenching it was to have you leave him.

Silence continued to envelop the two of you as you walked up to your shared apartment. As soon as you entered the threshold of your home, Akaashi attempted to start some sort of conversation.

“Y/n, I think we need-” Akaashi attempted to start.

“Baby, I’m really tired, can this wait till after I take a nap,” you cut him off. Maybe if you continued to pretend you saw nothing, that this was just another day, everything would be okay. You and Akaashi would be okay.

“You can’t just ignore what just happened, y/n!” Akaashi reasoned. Your detachment from the situation honestly scared him a bit. He would’ve expected you to demand him to move out, maybe even a smack across the face, but your reaction was unexpected and unsettling.

“Nothing’s wrong, Akaashi,” you said, tears beginning to pool, “I still love you, and you love me, right?” 

“Y/n-” Akaashi started, “of course I love you, which is why I can’t stand to see you like this! I fucking cheated on you! I don’t deserve your love! You shouldn’t be forgiving me! I don’t deserve you anymore!”

Tears began streaming down your face at his words.

“No, no no no, Akaashi, no! We’re supposed to be together! You wouldn’t hurt me like that, Akaashi, you love me too much to do that to me!” You tried to reason. Deep down, you knew. Even if the two of you somehow got past this moment, new insecurities from this moment would arise. Your relationship would never be the same.

“Y/n! Get it through your fucking head! I cheated on you! I’m a fucking scumbag who forgot how fucking amazing you are! I’m the asshole here! You can’t just forgive me like this! How are you going to forgive me when I’m never going to forgive myself?!” Akaashi’s voice broke at the end.

“Akaashi, stop it! There’s no proof!” You yelled back, not wanting reality to hit. Your eyes widened when Akaashi moved to pull his shirt over his head.

“Is this proof enough?” Akaashi started, “What will it take for you to realize? Did you want me to call them up? Have them tell you? Y/n, please, don’t put yourself through this! Fucking wake up and realize!”

You collapsed to the ground, sobbing as you took in his appearance. Hickeys littered his neck and chest, red scratches on his shoulders. It finally hit you. Akaashi cheated on you. He left you for another. 

“Why? Why did you have to ruin this, Akaashi!” you yelled, “was this not enough?”

“I don’t know, y/n,” Akaashi began breaking down, “I regret all of it. I would give anything to turn the clock back, but I can’t! This is reality, and we both have to face it whether we like it or not!”

Pain flared in Akaashi’s chest as your eyes met his. He watched as the love you held for him slowly dissolved from your eyes. His heart fell into pieces as you walked into your shared bedroom, only to emerge moments later with a small duffle bag. He recognized it. It was the duffle bag you used when the two of you took trips. You were leaving.

Tears freely flowed down Akaashi’s face as you wordlessly brushed past him, nothing sounding in the room except your hiccups. 

“Y/n,” Akaashi started, “where are you going?”

“Away,” you replied, giving no other explanation. The coldness and sadness in your voice sent knives into Akaashi’s heart, but it’s what he deserved. He couldn’t beg for your love again, or have the right to yearn for your warm embrace. He’s the one who ruined everything, so Akaashi could do nothing but helplessly watch you walk away from him, leaving him alone in a cold apartment.

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Hinata

“Y/n~” Your boyfriend whined, plopping his head into your lap. Your hand instinctively went to comb through his orange hair.

“What’s up?” You replied, not looking up from your phone screen. Your eyes finally met his, however, when he pushed away your hands, forcing you to look at him. One look at his pleading eyes was all it took for your heart to melt.

“Can we please go out today? The weather looks so nice,” Hinata pleaded, “Don’t you want to go to the beach?”

“But I just want to watch Netflix,” you whined.

“C’mon, baby. Please?” Hinata looked at you, bottom lip sticking out, “Let’s go outside and enjoy the sun! We can buy ice cream!”

You hesitated for a second.

“Ice cream and smoothies,” you said, “and we go to the mall tomorrow.”

Hinata sent you the brightest smile.

“Deal!”

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“Ugh, y/n, I love you so much,” Hinata mumbled out around a mouthful of ice cream. Giggling, you wiped the corner of his mouth.

“I love you too, baby,” you cooed back, heart swelling at the sight of his smile. Hinata didn’t understand how you still managed to give him butterflies after five years of dating, but he wasn’t complaining. The way your eyes crinkled and your nose scrunched when you laughed made him feel warm inside, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life like this with you,” you said, eyes shining with adoration as you looked at your boyfriend. The amount of love you held for the spiker in front of you was unexplainable. All you knew is he made you feel like you were on top of the world, the only thing that mattered to him.

Gasping dramatically, Hinata replied, “That’s insane, because I’ve been thinking that too!”

“Stop teasing me,” you laughed off. Hinata’s chuckles blended with yours. The spiker’s joy was cut off as guilt began rising in his stomach. Of course he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were his everything, the reason he felt like he could breathe easier, the reason everything in his world was so bright. But he knew he wasn’t faithful during your relationship. Hinata didn’t even know how it happened. All he remembered was waking up in a hotel room, his legs tangled with another’s. He remembered the feeling of his stomach plummeting to his feet once he saw the mangled marks on his back.

Hinata was pulled out of his thoughts by your voice.

“Is that Bokuto?” You questioned, gaze pointed at the sandy beach. Sure enough, the wing spiker along with Atsumu were there, standing on opposite sides of a volleyball net.

“Yeah, Kageyama and Hoshiumi are there too!” Hinata excitedly pointed out, already walking towards the volleyball match. You recognized a couple of other players standing around the area.

Hinata bounded towards them, yelling out, asking if he could join. You laughed as you watched him immediately settle into a disagreement with Kageyama before he came running back towards you.

“Y/n!” Hinata panted out, “I know this was supposed to be a date, but do you mind if I play a couple matches?”

You giggled as you saw the excitement shining in his eyes. 

“It’s no problem, I’ll just go shopping around the boardwalk! Call me when you’re done, but don’t play for too long,” you said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Yes! You’re the best! I love you,” Hinata said as he enveloped you in a hug before taking his shirt off and running back to the volleyball net. Your eyes immediately fell on his shoulders. 

“Shoyo, what’s on your back?”

Hinata stopped in his tracks as his stomach fell to his feet. He had completely forgotten about the evidence of his infidelity on his back. The prospect of playing beach volleyball with his friends overtook his rationality, and now he was paying the price for it. He whipped around, eyes now wide, panic replacing the excitement that was there moments before. The hurt swimming in your eyes was enough to make his heart shatter.

“Y/n, I-” Hinata breathed out, unable to form a complete sentence. The spiker felt his knees go weak as he watched you turn around and walk away from him, shoulders shaking. It wasn’t until he heard you say, ‘I won’t be going back to the apartment tonight, don’t wait up’ that he scrambled for his shirt, shoving it over his head as he attempted to catch up to you.

“Y/n, please wait! Let me explain-” Hinata ran after you. He stopped in his tracks, eyes wide, when you turned around. Nothing but hurt blazed in your eyes as you looked him in the eyes.

“Explain what, Hinata? Did you want to go into detail about how you fucked someone else? Was simply cheating on me not enough? You don’t get to hurt me more than you already have,” you spewed back at him, venom laced in your words. Hinata’s face crumpled into sobs.

“No, y/n, that’s not it at all. I never wanted to hurt you, not ever! I’m so pathetic! I can’t even remember how it happened. It never should have happened, I can’t lose you like this,” Hinata sobbed, falling to his knees at your feet. The thought of losing you sent Hinata’s mind into a panic. His hands scrambled to find yours, clasping to them for dear life. You scoffed at his actions.

“Get up,” you said, looking away from his figure. Hinata hopefully looked up, hoping you would give him the chance to make it up to you. His hopes were shattered, however, when he met your eyes. Instead of the care and affection he was hoping to see, he was met with nothing but embarrassment and putrid hate.

“You’re making a scene. People are staring,” you said, looking around you, “I told you, I’m not going back to the apartment tonight. I’ll grab my stuff later.”

“I’m sorry,” Hinata choked out, “I’m so sorry for everything. Please, you deserve better. Someone who won’t forget what he has in front of him. Someone who will cradle your heart and give you everything you deserve. I love you, y/n. I’m so sorry.”

“I wish I could believe you when you say ‘I love you’, but we both know it’s not true at this point. No loving boyfriend would cheat,” you said lowly, energy drained from the situation.

“No, y/n. Please, if anything, trust that I love you with all of my being, and I would do anything to try and fix this. I can’t imagine my life without you, let me fix this!” Hinata sobbed.

“You should’ve thought about that before you ruined everything,” you said as you looked into his eyes. Tears pooled in both of your eyes. The hurt and regret was evident on the spiker’s face, but you couldn’t give in.

“Goodbye, Hinata.”

[vennilavee]

love lockdown (7)

pairing: levi x reader summary: an anniversary spent together, and an old memory. warnings: wine, cursing, suggestive content, feelings of insecurity, smut (levi gets pegged)- 18+!!! word count: 4.3k a/n: based off of several asks you guys sent me hehe (the ones about the sweater curse, and tbah couple being the winery couple) tbah masterlist

Levi has been knitting for a long time, for years now, since a little before his mother had gotten sick. His mother had been the one to teach him- she had tried to even as a young boy, but he hadn’t really paid attention to it until he was older. He remembers how happy she had been when he had woven his first wool scarf. It’s been several years since his mother passed away, but he still keeps his knack for knitting alive and well.

Besides, it’s a way for him to feel close to his mother.

Levi has his favorite techniques tucked away in his brain and his favorite types of fabrics tucked away in a royal blue box in the corner of his linen closet. His trusty knitting needles also sit in the same box. It’s been a while since he had taken them out.

But he has decided that he’s going to knit you a thick blanket. Who better than to knit a blanket for anyway?

Once you and Levi begin to rack up anniversaries, Levi feels the need to do something different. Neither of you had celebrated monthly anniversaries because you felt no reason to (other than a nice candlelit dinner for your six month anniversary), but this specific moment in time feels different. Mainly because he’s come to the calming realization that you are it for him. And really, it’s a realization that has been brewing warmly for the last few months.

He’ll make it out of sunflower yellow yarn. The color that reminds him of you.

The idea is planted in his head about two months before and he sleeps on it. Before deciding that he wants to do it. It’ll take some time to finish, and he thinks he can have it done in a month or so.

Levi’s favorite way to knit is with a glass of whiskey and with the television turned on for background noise. With every stitch, he finds himself thinking of you- will you like it? He hopes you will- it’s not much, but it’s him.

But he has nothing to worry about, because he knows you’ll appreciate it. It’s part of why he keeps you around, after all.

“Dude, you’re knitting her a blanket? Have you never heard of the sweater curse?” Mike asks incredulously, “I would think you, as a well seasoned member in the knitting community, would know what the sweater curse is…”

“The what,” Levi says flatly. 

“The sweater curse,” Mike repeats with a raise of an eyebrow.

“You repeating it doesn’t tell me what it means. Spit it out.”

“It’s when someone who knits makes a sweater, or anything really, for their significant other. And then the couple inevitably breaks up, because one of them realizes that they put in way more effort than the other,” Mike says. He says it so knowingly, as if it’s fact.

Levi scoffs with a slow roll of his eyes. But still, something uneasy settles in his chest. He tries to quell it before it sprouts and blossoms, and he does a mostly good job of it.

But Mike’s words stay with him for the rest of the day. Even when you had called him to say goodnight from your apartment, it had lingered in the back of his mind.

You could tell something was off- after all, you like to think you could read him like a book. Despite him giving you his full attention, you could tell he was distracted-

“Levi? Is everything okay?” You ask softly, “You seem... preoccupied.”

“Yes,” He says instantly.

With that, you don’t push him. But still you frown a little at him, wondering what could be bothering him. You decide to change the subject. It’s taken a while, but these days, if something was bothering him then he would tell you.

After letting it fester for a bit and after he tried to work through his feelings on his own.

“Hey, can I come over this weekend? I have something for you… And also your bed is comfier than mine.”

“Just say you wanna sleep on my bed. No need for false pretenses.”

“Well, it is a well known fact that your bed is superior to mine…”

You don’t push him and Levi is grateful for that. Maybe he’ll voice his concerns when you come over.

The blanket that Levi is preparing for you still needs about a week of work, but they are coming along nicely if he says so himself. The material is soft- he’s particular about what he works with and for you, he’s even more picky.

With each weave and stitch, he grows a tiny bit unsure about the stupid sweater curse. He curses Mike for putting such a stupid idea in his head. But what if it holds some truth to it? After all, he can vividly remember the instances of breakdowns in communication in the beginning- how many times he was so quick to jump to conclusions rather than talk things out with you.

He’s come a long way since then, but what if the stupid curse holds some truth to it?

His slight spiral takes a backseat when his phone vibrates, a text from you letting him know that you’ve just parked your car and you’ll be inside in a few minutes.

Levi makes his way to the lobby to greet you. Almost every time he does this, you protest, telling him that you can just meet him in his apartment. But every time, he greets you in the lobby whenever you visit him.

It’s small, but it makes your heart sing happily for your chivalrous man.

Levi takes your bags and touches your elbow lightly as you both wait for the elevator to ding. In the privacy of the elevator, you kiss him hello quickly. 

“How was the drive?” Levi asks, rubbing your wrist.

“Felt longer than usual,” You admit, stifling a yawn. Levi hums in acknowledgement and keeps a hovering touch over your elbow as you both walk side by side to his apartment. You allow yourself the luxury of resting your head against his shoulder as he unlocks the front door.

“I would’ve come to pick you up if you were tired,” Levi scolds gently.

You shrug, “I don’t mind the drive, baby.”

Pet names slip easily from your lips when you’re in each other’s privacy and comfort.

“Go change and wash up,” Levi murmurs, patting your ass fondly, “I have dinner ready. I’ll pour you a glass of wine, shiraz good?”

You hum wordlessly and squeeze his arm with a grin. As you fumble through your small duffel bag that you specifically use for whenever you stay over Levi’s place, nerves begin to fizz up in your veins.

You sincerely hope Levi enjoys the small gift you had for him. Pulling on one of Levi’s looser shirts, your favorite purple hoodie and cozy leggings, you pull the gift tucked away in the side of the duffle bag and hide it behind your back.

“Hi,” You mumble softly, molding yourself to his side in the kitchen where he is setting plates for you both, “I have something for you, baby.”

“And what’s that?” Levi asks, bringing you in front of him and pressing your back against the kitchen countertop.

“Sit with me on the couch,” You murmur, tugging his hand in yours gently. Levi sees a small package in your hands as you not discreetly try to hide it from him.

You seem a little nervous, picking at the hem of your hoodie before finally raising your eyes to meet his.

You hope he likes it.

“It’s not much,” You mumble, “But…”

Levi unwraps the blue wrapping paper dotted with little cartoon stars on it with a raised eyebrow. His lips are pursed together in a thin line, wondering what it could possibly be and how he didn’t know you were planning to gift him something.

He thinks about the nearly completed blanket hidden in his bottom dresser drawer.

“It’s getting cold, and I know you don’t like how cold your neck gets in the winter,” You say, watching with wide eyes as he pulls out a rich navy sweater from the wrapping paper. It’s warm to the touch, the material thick and of good quality.

It doesn’t feel store bought.

“Did you- did you make this?” Levi says, almost incredulously, “You made this for me? Since when do you knit?”

“I don’t,” You say sheepishly, “You like knitting and I wanted to make something that you like. Or try to make something at least. If it’s shorter on one arm than the other, mind your business.”

Levi rolls his eyes and pats your head fondly. It had taken you months and hours to figure out what you were doing, with the help of videos and the elderly lady that you bought your fruits from on Saturdays.

He can’t believe you had done this right under his nose. But should he be so surprised, considering he is doing the same?

He wants to tell you about the blanket sitting at the bottom of his drawer, but he refrains. The sweater is a rich, blue that brings out his eyes (at least, according to you).

Levi instantly takes his shirt off to pull the sweater over his torso as you watch with hearts in your eyes. 

“I know it’s not much… Do you-mmph-”

Your sentence is cut off by the abrupt press of his lips on yours. Levi leans over, laying his weight on top of you and kisses you soundly- his tongue slipping in your mouth with the tilt of his head. The material of the sweater tickles your chin and your cheeks. You’re surrounded by him- his kiss, his touch, his distinct love.

Levi knew he was worrying for no reason. The sweater curse might exist for other couples, but not for you both. 

“Thank you,” He mumbles into your neck, his cheeks heating up, “It’s really warm.”

You only beam at him, adoration clear in the edges of your smile. Levi looks handsome, infinitely more handsome than usual since he’s wearing something that you made for him.

Your love looks good on him. 

The memory of the sweater curse is amusing now, when Levi looks back on it. Now, five years later, he’s with you at a winery in celebration of your anniversary. You’re spending the night at a nearby hotel- you had picked the winery and Levi had picked the hotel.

If Levi was a painter, he thinks this would be the perfect picture to paint. You, in a sea of green vines and a clear sky beaming down on you. You, with your glowing skin and mischievous eyes. You, with love sitting in every crevice of your smile that you give him.

Maybe someday he’ll paint it. You, his sunshine personified.

“Mmm, Levi darling. Don’t you think this red wine contains a note of blueberry? Perhaps some...how do you say...raspberry?” You giggle behind your wine glass, the liquid swirling around carelessly.

“It’s a pomegranate wine sweetheart,” Levi says in amusement. You always do this at wine tastings, pretend like you’re an actual sommelier when in reality you and Levi mostly believe that all wine tastes the same. 

“Close enough. It’s in the same family,” You huff.

“Oh is it? Blueberries taste like pomegranates now? What kind of berries have you been eating?”

“It’s called wine. You should try it sometime.”

That earns you a subtle swat of your ass and you giggle happily.

“It’s gorgeous out,” You sigh.

“Yes, it’s almost as gorgeous as you,” Levi says flatly and you nearly throw a slab of cheese at his chest, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Tell me you think I’m pretty.”

“You already know I do.”

“Tell me anyway. It’s my birthday, remember?”

“Your birthday just passed.”

“Okay, and? It’s still my birthday season.”

“You know you’re gorgeous. You know I think you’re gorgeous,” Levi rolls his eyes and then smirks, “But you’re prettiest when your mouth is stuffed full of-“

“I’ll blow you right here in these vines, don’t test me.”

“Stop making empty promises that were both too classy for and finish your damn wine.”

You beam at him and clink your glass noisily. It nearly slips from your grip but you catch it in time.

“We have about an hour until the wine tour. Think we can finish this bottle by then?” Levi murmurs, tugging on your hand for you to settle in his lap. 

The vines you’re seated in are far, far away from the main entrance of the winery. Away from prying eyes. Which is why you both allow for a little touching, a little kissing and a lot of flirting. 

“Who do you take us for?” You mumble and turn your head to kiss him lightly, “We’re wine connoisseurs. Sommeliers, if you will-“

You laugh wildly when Levi playfully nips your neck and steals a sip of your fruity wine. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you tightly. His long, lithe fingers brush against your bare thigh. It’s funny, even after all these years, he still manages to touch you in a way that feels like magic. 

You both finish your glasses of wine and eagerly fill them both up to finish off the bottle.

Your lips are stained a pretty red, matching Levi’s own lips. You touch his lips with your fingers and he doesn’t even swat your grabby hands away.

“There’s some cheese at the corner of your mouth,” You say flatly, “I’ll just get it off-“

You kiss him and he expects it, already used to your antics. He doesn’t let you get very far, only allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth and only allowing himself a plentiful grab of your ass.

“Wow, Levi, keep your hands to yourself. We’re in public,” You laugh to yourself, shooting him a pretend glare.

Levi only sighs and pops a cracker and cheese into his mouth, his hands never leaving the curve of your ass. Your giggles are higher pitched than usual, your limbs and your lips a little looser. 

Tipsiness colors your dark eyes when Levi pulls your sunglasses off. “You’re not fooling anybody, sweetheart,” Levi jeers, “You're drunk off your ass.”

“No! I’ve only had like… two glasses!” You protest, grabbing your sunglasses back from him.

Levi looks at you in disbelief but says nothing. He indulges you in taking selfies with him and deciding to change your lockscreen to a new photo of both of you.

He can’t resist kissing your cheek after another half a glass of wine. “Mmm, you’re pretty,” Levi murmurs into your neck, his face warm, “You wore this dress for me?”

It’s one of his favorite dresses and his favorite color on you, and yes, maybe you did wear it because you’re very well acquainted with this information. 

“No,” You roll your eyes and ignore the pinch to your waist as he tightens his arm around you, “I wore it for the wine tour guide. She’s really pretty, I might ask for her number-”

You swat his shoulder when he has the audacity to bite your neck in response. “I’d call you a vampire but you’re looking more golden than usual, my love,” You poke him, “That’s what happens when you get more than two minutes of sun per day-”

“You’ve got a mouth on you today, huh?”

“Gonna fuck the attitude outta me or what?”

“Tempting, but I’ve got wines to taste.”

Once the wine tour starts and you both get progressively more and more tipsy, blaming it on both of your affinities for wine, you make grabby hands for Levi’s cheese and crackers. He glares at you, close to pushing your hand away, but you stick your tongue out at him and swipe them anyway.

“God, fuck, you know what would taste good with this wine,” You whisper (but really it’s more of a low groan).

“What?”

“Fuckin’ Thai food,” You moan, cracker crumbs sticking to the side of your mouth, “Fuck, babe, I could go for some pad see ew…”

You huff, a dreamy sort of look in your eyes at the thought of it.

“You’re interrupting the wine guide,” Levi scolds, swatting your thigh. Though his eyes are starting to unfocus as the heat of your thigh feels so nice in his palm. He thinks he’ll leave his hand there for a bit.

“This tastes like I just dunked my head into a crisp apple and sucked the juice out of it,” You murmur, giving him a mild cider.

“Like in a good way?” Levi whispers.

“Duh.”

The wine tour consists of a few other couples and groups, but you and Levi keep to yourselves at a corner table as you give each wine you taste a rating. They all begin to blend in with each other after each taste, and pretty soon, you’re heavily leaning against Levi. The scent of his warm, spicy cologne curls around you and envelopes you in a hazy daydream filled with shades of grey.

“What?” Levi whispers when he sees you staring (a little dopily, he might add).

“Nothin’,” You grin, “Wanna nap at the hotel after this?”

“Can’t believe we’re getting drunk just to nap together,” Levi scoffs but he squeezes your hand.

“We have reservations later,” You remind him, “We both need to rally before dinner, honey.”

“Are you ready, baby?” You purr, stroking Levi’s hair back and leaning over to kiss his forehead. A pretty peachy pink blush colors his cheeks and creeps down to his neck. You tug his bottom lip out from the grip of his teeth.

A thin sheen of sweat coats his skin. You grin salaciously with hungry eyes and lick a stripe up his neck. His breath hitches, tilting his neck to the side a bit and you kiss his neck even over his pretty necklace with a green pendant hanging on the gold chain.

It’s pretty because it’s your necklace.

The softness of your lips over his skin- his chiseled chest, his lower abs- is a nice compliment to your fingers gently skimming his sides. You sit back, looking down at him from above. You lick your lips to moisten your suddenly dry mouth.

You’ve seen Levi like this, pliant and glistening for you too many times to count. But still, the sight of him flusters you and sends an instant rush of wetness flooding your pussy.

You adjust the straps of the black harness around your hips, tugging at the pretty purple silicone cock that hangs heavy between your legs. Levi tracks your movement with blown out eyes and a hand wrapped around his own thick, dripping cock.

“Did you like my fingers, baby,” You murmur, letting your hands travel up the expanse of his chest. His muscles tense with your touch, goosebumps arising instantly.

Levi hums, reaching for your hands and rubbing your knuckles. 

“Mmm, words, my love,” You mumble, pressing a thumb to his plump bottom lip. His hot breath warms your finger when he opens his mouth to reply with a soft ‘yes, sweetheart’, his voice heady and low. Broken and slow with desire for you.

You pull away from his lips, ignoring the way arousal swirls in your belly and your clit throbs with how needy he looks already. You reach forward and stroke his cock languidly and gather his wetness over your thumb and press your thumb to his bottom lip again.

“Open, baby,” You say, your own voice sounding a little raspy, “Open up.”

Levi parts his lips and allows your thumb into his mouth and he swirls his tongue over it, tasting himself on his lips. You groan at the sight with hooded eyes, wishing for some friction over your clit.

You look like a vision hovering over him- your legs tanned and glowing, eyes zeroed in on him, looking at him like you want to absolutely ruin him. You are a goddess, and he’ll follow you wherever you might take him.

Especially when you slide into him slowly, deliciously, as he savors the slight burn as it dissipates into pleasure. Your grip is tight over his hips, warmth and electricity spreading from your fingertips to his belly.

You’ll ruin him, ruin the silky navy sheets below him, steal his soul from his cock. All of the above. Anything you give him, he’ll take. He’ll take it with open lips and open legs.

It doesn’t take much for you to find a rhythm with your palms flat on the sheets on either side of Levi. Arousal licks your insides at every gaze of his heated cheeks and his murky, grey eyes. He’s openly vocal with you, panting and mewling into the sheets, alternating between fisting them and holding your hips with a searing grip.

“God, baby, look at you,” You whine, leaving open mouthed kisses to his chest while still rocking your hips into him, “Is this okay, baby? I love you-”

Levi groans and nods, wrapping his legs around your waist for a deeper grind of your cock. He palms your tits, squeezing in his large hands and moans into the space between you both.

“Are you wet,” Levi asks in a strangled voice.

“Fuck yeah,” You grin, thrusting your hips in a slow grind into him. His cock is throbbing, standing tall and pretty for you. You stroke him slowly, matching your thrusts with your strokes.

It takes coordination, but you’re used to it.

“Wanna sit on my face?” Levi murmurs, squeezing your thighs with his heavy hands. He’s close, so close, and you both know it- his thighs begin to quake slightly. And he has the familiar look in his face when he’s about to cum, his eyes go dark, lips parted and his eyebrows are furrowed into a tight line. 

“Mmm, maybe later,” You reply instantly, wanting to see him come undone by your hands and by your cock. By you, by the steadfast beat of love that surrounds you both and envelopes you on this silky sweet cotton candy cloud.

Or maybe it’s just the sheets.

“Is my baby close?” You purr, dark eyes swirling, “My baby’s gonna cum?”

“Fuck,” Levi groans, throwing his head back onto the bed when you thrust into him particularly harshly. The column of his pretty throat is exposed to you and you lean forward, his cock still in one hand. Sucking a mark on his clavicle, you nip his earlobe and his breath hitches as you make your way down his chest.

“Your cock is so big in my hands,” You marvel softly, looking down, “You’re so big, baby…So good to me. My big, strong, sexy man.”

And apparently, that’s what he needs to finally cum, a long, drawn out groan of your name slipping out of his mouth as he shakes in your hold. Ribbons of cum paint your hand and his lower abs, some of it even spraying on your harness.

“You’re messy,” You tease and Levi only hums in acknowledgement, “Are you okay? I’ll go get you water and clean you up, sweetheart.”

Levi doesn’t move, only shifting on his side tiredly. You make your way to the fancy, marbled bathroom to unclasp the harness and clean yourself up. Your pussy still throbs, achingly so, but that’s the last thing on your mind.

He calls your name gruffly, voice a little hoarse. You return to him with a glass of water and wrap your arms around him from behind, kissing the back of his neck gently. Your fingers thread over his sore muscles, his abdomen and his thighs and you rub his scalp soothingly with a deft touch.

“Are you okay?” You murmur, hugging him close to your chest.

“Yes,” Levi says instantly, “More than okay.” He turns in your arms and pushes his head into your bare chest, inhaling deeply and innocently grabs your ass. Just to hold you close- his touch is mostly unassuming. He likes being close to you, touching you, just breathing with you after times like this when you steal his soul with your cock.

You glance down at him and smile, pushing his dark hair away from his forehead and press a kiss to his sweaty skin. Levi nuzzles his cheek further into your chest, a content hum rumbling in his chest. His thigh brushes against your aching core and you force yourself to stifle a groan. But he catches it, because he always does.

Your attentive man.

“You didn’t cum,” Levi states, letting his hand drift downwards to palm your sensitive pussy. 

“We have later for that,” You mumble, swatting his hand away but he doesn’t listen. He presses himself closer to you, sinking his lips into your neck and rubbing your clit lazily.

His long, lithe fingers slide into your wetness easily and you huff into his ear. “We have now for that,” Levi murmurs, nipping your jaw as presses his finger into your dripping core, “Slow with me, baby.”

It doesn’t take much for you to cum, just a few strokes of his fingers in you and a few slow circles of his thumb on your clit. It hits you slowly, crawling up your toes before curling in your belly in a warm stroke of flames. It’s unhurried as it blooms in your belly, allowing you to savor every second of it.

“Sit on my face later,” Levi says, pulling you closer into his side. You throw a leg up around his hip and hum in agreement. You press a kiss to his clavicle, the slow of his heartbeat in tandem with the gentleness of your fingertips rolling through his hair.

“Happy anniversary, my love,” You mumble, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“Our anniversary was on Friday,” Levi says with a turn of his lips, earning himself a swat to his chest, “Happy anniversary, pretty girl.” 

Levi kisses your forehead, his knuckles brushing your cheek before dipping down for another kiss. 

“Cheers to many more,” You say, smiling into his kiss. He replies by deepening the kiss and pressing your back to the bed, allowing himself to drop on top of you. 

Levi’s touch has always made you feel infinite, and this time is no different.

tags: @simpingmaize​ @captainchrisstan​ @kentobean​ @alrightberries​ @melancholicmonologue​ @regalillegal​ @castellandiangelo​ 

[onceuponaloonatic]

hehe a little follow up to what i posted yesterday because i know your all curious :)

tw: abuse, jail, cursing, etc...

After her labor, Sana is exhausted. She wonders how people do this more than once and briefly wonders how her own mother had given birth to her. Sana had been an even longer labor than Nico was, her Aunt had told her her mother was in labor with her for more than thirty six hours. Sana had no idea how she was able to even get through that.

Her mother. Sana hadn’t thought about her in a while. The thought usually associated with Sana’s parents briefly crossed her mind. When were they getting out? The release date initially set for her parents had been very tentative, but Sana remembers it was still about five years from now. That was a bit scary. In five years her parents would be free again, for the first time since she was a scared teenager. She had sent them three letters over the years. Once when she got into college, a second when decided to major in physics, and a third right before graduation where she gushed about Mina and Jihyo. She never had the courage to go visit them. She supposed she might have if any of her letters had ever been returned, but Sana had long given up the hope of a return letter. It had been nearly twenty years, she wasn’t even sure if her parents even remembered those letters anymore. Mina and Jihyo interrupt her thoughts before she can think about her parents too much. They are both worried about her, asking her if she needs anything or if there was anything they could do for her. They tell her all of their friends were crowded around the window with all the newborns trying desperately to see their baby and probably making a huge scene and that makes Sana laugh. Because she could picture that so vividly, her friends all crowded around a glass display, probably pushing each other and being loud and obnoxious and not even realizing it. That was just how her friends, her real family, were. Sana couldn’t help but smile as she remembered that. Her parents hadn’t been her family in a long time, but she had found a much much better one. It would have been nice to let them meet Nico before the doctors stole her away from intubation, but Sana knew she had no control over that. “Did you get any pictures?” Sana asked the two of them. They had both followed the doctors out with Nico, letting Sana rest for a bit while they watched the baby. “A couple. The doctor let us take a few before they connected her to all of the machines.” Jihyo tries to keep things light, both she and Mina knew all too well that Sana was probably blaming herself for Nico being born early. “Wanna see?” Sana nods eagerly, scooting over a bit in her hospital bed so Jihyo could sit down next to her. “She looks so red.” Sana giggled as she swiped through the pictures. Jihyo had done a pretty good job with them. “Like a little tomato.” “Hey well she is our little tomato.” Mina giggled as she got on Sana’s other side, kissing her head as she wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “The doctors said that was normal and her skin would be normal soon.”

“That’s good.” Sana hummed. “Was she behaving?” “She was being a little fussy earlier though, wouldn’t stop wiggling around as the doctors connected her to the heart rate monitor and tubes.” Jihyo kissed Sana’s shoulder. Sana continues to scroll, both of her wives falling silent as she did. “Did- did they say anything about when she could come home?” Sana stops when she sees a picture with wires connected to their baby. Insecurities bubbled over and tears welled up in Sana’s eyes as she thought about Nico struggling. “They said around Christmas if everything goes well.” Jihyo answered, taking her phone back and putting it in her pocket.

“Was there- was there anything wrong with her?” Mina and Jihyo are both quiet at Sana’s question. Of course they want to tell their wife the truth, but that was hard when they knew it would only hurt Sana. “Please tell me.” Sana begs when she notices their silence. “It’s-it’s her lungs.” Jihyo sighs. “They said she’s probably going to have breathing problems her entire life. Something about them not developing properly and that it was normal for preemies.” That word slipped off of Jihyo’s tongue so easily it almost scared Sana. Preemie. Their daughter was a preemie. “But they also said they aren’t fatal or anything.” Mina rubbed Sana’s shoulder. “They said she will be able to live a mostly normal life.” “That’s good.” Sana sighed. “Can you send me the pictures? I want to send them to my Aunt.” “Yeah sure.” Jihyo smiled at Sana. “Done.” Sana looked around for her phone at Jihyo’s response and it was only then it dawned on her it was gone. “Do you guys have my phone?” Sana asked. “No.” Mina nodded. “I don’t either. I’ll check the hospital bag though.” Their hospital bag had been very hastily thrown together. They would have assembled a real one if it weren’t for the fact that Sana’s labor was so sudden. Because it was, they spent barely a minute just throwing random things in a duffle bag. There were some random hoodies, a change of clothes for Sana, and a couple phone chargers. That was all Mina could manage to get in with the time pressure they had been on. “It’s not here babe.” Jihyo sighed. “Did you leave it at home?” “I think so.” Sana sighed. “I can go get it for you.” Mina kissed Sana’s temple, noticing her stress. “No, it’s not that urgent.” Sana nodded. “I can wait until tomorrow.” “Are you sure?” Mina asks. “Yeah.” Sana pulled her down until a kiss. “Everything I need is here in this hospital.”

xx

Sana is discharged the next morning, but under strict instructions not to move around much. She grumbles about how they don’t have to worry about it, she barely can move as it is. The hospital gives them a wheelchair for her to go home in, but when they get home Sana insists on being carried by Jihyo who giggles and lifts her up slowly. Jihyo had been Momo’s gym buddy for years, as she was the only one who didn’t know Momo well enough to say no when she asked. Jihyo remembers when she told Mina and Sana about it and both of them told her she had made a mistake. They told her that Momo’s workouts were always so hard and took so long that they weren’t worth it. Jihyo ended up still going though, and she found herself getting used to it over time. Jihyo situates her in bed before leaving to take a shower. Mina begins to prepare lunch once she’s sure Sana is comfortable and Sana grabs her phone. She’s still in a bit of a weird headspace. It was weird to not have her daughter pushing at her back or kicking her anymore. It was weird to know her daughter was in the world miles from home. It was weird to think she had a daughter now. A living breathing daughter, that was no longer just a mass of cells inside of her. It was weird knowing she was someone’s mother now.

Sana finds her phone on the nightstand. She makes Jihyo hand it to her before she begins to shower and Sana realizes she has quite a few messages. Most of them are from her friends, and it makes her so happy to read them.

from that annoying bitch

Yesterday 11:56 PM

i know i didn’t get to see you today but i just wanted to make sure you were okay. mina and hyo say you're fine but i promised my mom i would make sure. i’m really happy for you and your daughter is so cute which is honestly surprising considering who her mom is. mina and hyo said we can meet her around christmas and i think nayeon might have put it in her phone calendar, just a warning my wife can be crazy with babies :p

Sana couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Momo’s text. Of course that was what Momo said.

to that annoying bitch

Just now

i left my phone at home, sorry lol. i’m pretty sore but i just got home. you can tell auntie i’m fine and that i’ll send some pictures of nico over in a bit. thanks for checking in, i knew you loved me ;)

from that annoying bitch

Just now

sorry but you know i never have. your just all weird from the post pregnancy

hormones :p

to that annoying bitch

Just now

you’ll admit it one day, mommy knows you're a good girl momoring ;)

from that annoying bitch

Just now

shut up i hate you so much :p do i have to deal with mommy jokes from now on?

to that annoying bitch

Just now

well considering i was making them before and i wasn’t a mom then, yes :p

from that annoying bitch

Just now

i cannot stand you

to that annoying bitch

Just now

your just annoyed i’m a milf and your not :p

from that annoying bitch

Just now

you are insufferable

Sana giggled at that. Her and Momo had always been the same and it was something really appreciated. It may have sounded like they hated each other, but truthfully they loved each other a lot. They were like twins. Sana and Momo. Momo and Sana. It had always, and would always be the two of them. Sana had never had a biological sister, but Momo was by far the closest thing she was ever going to get. She decides to start going through some other messages after she decided she had messed with Momo enough. from momo’s hot wife

Yesterday 12:05 am

send me baby pics

this isn’t a request it’s a demand

i need nico pics now

to momo’s hot wife

Just now

sorry i left my phone at home here

[image sent]

from momo’s hot wife

Just now

OH MY GOD I’M IN LOVE SHE’S SO CUTE BRB I’M GOING TO THE HOSPITAL TO STEAL HER

to momo’s hot wife

Just now

okay but after you steal her i’m coming to take her back :p

While waiting for Nayeon to respond she went through her other messages. They were mainly just congrats texts with a few worried ones, just as Sana was expecting. What she wasn’t expecting was the one from her Aunt. from auntie

two days ago

hey sana, it’s been a while :) i hope the pregnancy is going okay and i can’t wait to meet my granddaughter. just to let you know so you don’t have to find out through someone else… they set your parents' release date today. it’s set for november three years from now. i can go get them from jail, so you don’t have to worry about picking them up. i talked to your mom today and they plan on getting an apartment right after getting out right outside of seoul. i just thought it would be good for you to know. i love you and can’t wait to see you at christmas!

Reading that text made Sana feel like she was going to be sick. They set her parents' release date? Her parents were going to be coming back? To Seoul? The thought of that made her feel like she was going to be sick.

[bunnyywritings]

a birthday wish

tenya iida x gn!reader

[a/n: so I got home later than I thought I would and it was a bit of a rough day but here’s a little something for class rep on his birthday, hehe I’m a complete mess when it comes to this boy right here🥺...like I don’t understand how he’s not everyone’s favorite but I guess not everyone has taste ✨✨ anyways, I gave reader wings as their quirk, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ]

Work studies were going great so far. You were doing yours under Keigo Takami aka Hawks. He helped you with training that focused on strengthening your wings and using them in combat.

You flinched as the earpiece crackled to life, “That’s enough for now (y/n), let’s go on patrol.” You made your way down to where he was standing on the rooftop, a groan leaving your lips once your wings ceased their flapping. This caused Hawks to chuckle, “Tired?”

“No.” You scoffed at his teasing. “Not at all.” That was a big fat lie, your wings were sore. Every time you took a step, it jostled them painfully. However, you pushed the pain to the back of your mind and went on the patrol as scheduled.

Back at the dorms, everyone was gathered in the common room, trying to relax after a day full of classes and pop quizzes. Denki was flipping through the channels when a familiar face made him stop and turn up the volume.

“Woah! Guys check it out! It’s (y/n)!” The call of your name caught Iida’s attention, he grabbed his mug and made his way towards the couches. A smile on his face as he saw you on the tv, your dazzling grin on display for everyone to see as you were on patrol. He felt his heart beat a little faster at the sight of you. He was a bit somber at the fact that you wouldn’t be there for his birthday.

He’d want nothing more than to be able to cuddle you to his hearts content and sleep with you in his arms, sure it was against to rules but when it came to you, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. Plus, the thought of waking up to you in his arms on his birthday was probably one of the best gifts he could receive. Especially after not seeing you for a whole week. He fished his phone from his pocket and took a quick picture of your guys’ classmates gushing over you.

To: my darling angel ♡

‘You look absolutely dazzling on the big screen darling and it seems that everyone thinks so too.’

You ignored the buzz in your pocket, you knew it was a text but taking your phone out on a patrol wouldn’t really be the smartest idea, so you continued on. Stopping for photos and autographs before you were back in the agency office and having lunch.

“So? Did you consider my offer?” Hawks asked as he popped a nugget in his mouth.

“Well I did, and after speaking about it with a-uh a friend...” Keigo definitely caught onto the blush that made its way to your cheeks. “and once I graduate, I’d love to sign with your agency.” A triumphant grin split his lips.

“That’s great!” His grin turned into a mischievous smirk. “And who’s this friend of yours?” He wiggled his eyebrows as your cheeks turned a bright red.

“He uhm, his name is T-Tenya Iida.” You avoided his gaze.

“Tenya? Wait- he’s Ingenium’s brother?” You nodded sheepishly. “Is he your boyfriend?~”

A laugh rumbled in his chest as he saw your wings ruffle and puff up. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Then you remembered that he had texted you a while ago so you grabbed your phone and unlocked it, heart fluttering so loud you could hear it in your ears.

“Uh hey lovebird...” his call broke you out of your trance, that’s when you realized that the fluttering you heard wasn’t your heart seeing as you were a few feet above your chair. Embarassed, you fluttered back down until your butt was back in the chair.

“S-Sorry...”

You finished your lunch and helped with some paperwork since it was a rather uneventful day. You were exhausted but being in the city for an entire week was an amazing experience.

“Hey uh how would you like to get home early?” His offer made your eyes widen.

“Wait...really?”

He shrugged, “Yeah, of course. You can just finish your work study next week. I’ll email Aizawa the paperwork in the morning. You should get back to that boyfriend of yours. It’s his birthday today.” You were even more shocked, how did he-?

“Am I right? You said something about some boy’s birthday earlier this week.”

“I-well yeah, you’re right.”

So you showered in the locker room as he readied the paper work and he accompanied you to the station.

“Well, little one...it’s time to go back to your dorm life.” He chuckled sadly, ruffling your hair.

You dropped your duffle bag on the ground and wrapped your arms around the blonde “Thank you Takami...I really appreciate it.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Don’t get all sappy on me kid and plus...two years goes by like nothing.” He gave you a little squeeze before pulling away. “You’ll probably be way more powerful than me by then anyways.”

After a tearful goodbye at the train terminal, you boarded on the 3 hour ride back to Musutafu.

You leaned back in your seat and tried to catch a small nap. You were shaken awake by another passenger, she gently called out to you until your eyes were open and she kindly let you know that you were at your stop.

Slightly embarrassed, you thanked her profusely before climbing out and making your way out of the car. You pulled out your phone and called a few of your classmates to try and keep your arrival a surprise. Midoriya and Shoto had convinced Iida to go on a run with them. And Sato had gotten started on baking a cake. They had known it was Iida’s birthday but he had made it very clear that he didn’t want anything too wild but that wasn’t gonna fly with you.

Once you arrived, everyone greeted you excitedly but kept the questions down as they helped you set up and whatnot.

When the boys had sent you a text that they were a few minutes away, you went and hid.

“You guys? What is this? I thought I said not to waste time on a party.” Iida gently reprimanded his classmates.

“Well maybe this will change your mind...” Mina giggled and that was your cue. You stepped out from around the corner.

“Surprise!!” You held your arms out and there was a grin on your lips.

Everyone watched with warm hearts as Iida’s eyes widened and slightly glossed over before he sped over to you and enveloped you in his arms, lifting you up and spinning you around before he let you back down onto the ground and held your jaw in his hands and brought you into a deep yet sweet kiss. The action surprised you but you melted into it and moved your lips against his.

“Eww! Get a room!” Denki jokingly groaned.

“Trust me, we will.” Iida’s deep voice rumbled quietly in you ear.

Your cleared your throat and pulled away, face flushed. “O-okay, well uh now that I’m here let’s eat some cake!” Sato brought out a beautifully made cake and placed some candles on it. You watched with a smile as Iida enjoyed the singing from his classmates and the cheers as he was blowing out the candles. As much as he said he didn’t want a party, he sure was enjoying himself.

He opened a few presents, thanking everyone but also scolding(?) them for spending money on impractical things but once the night died down, he thanked everyone once more but insisted that they all get to sleep at a reasonable hour. While he took a shower, you took the time to ready his presents. They weren’t anything too special but you had hoped that they were enough. Sighing, your tried to fight off sleep but it felt like your eyelids weighed tons, and sleep was tugging at your subconscious but you stayed awake because you wanted to have some much needed cuddles with the birthday boy. Not really caring about whether you’d get caught or not.

As Iida made his way into his room, he was filled with a fuzzy warmth that was only caused by you. The way you sleepily watched him move about the room, the way you looked in his t-shirt.

“Now, it’s finally time for your gifts.” You grinned, holding out a box for him.

Playfully rolling his eyes, he took the box from your hands and sat beside you on the bed. With tentative fingers, he carefully unwrapped the box and pulled open the lid. He froze. It was a pair of shoes that he had been wanting for training but they were seemingly sold out everywhere, even with the money that he had, he couldn’t get them.

“How did you-?” He looked at you with wide eyes, the butterflies he got from your lazy grin made him want to pin you down and smother you in kisses.

“Don’t worry about it.” You coyly shrugged and before he could ask once more, you held a little gift bag out to him. Your triumphant expression turning sheepish. “This isn’t anything special really b-but I just thought you’d like to have it.”

He took it and pulled out the colorful tissue paper, and there was a long, rectangular box in it. Pulling it out, he opened the box. Inside was a shiny silver chain necklace with a white gold feather hanging from it, his and your initials ingraved on it.

The silence was killing you.

“I-It’s okay if you don’t like it! I-well I just thought that-“

He could tell it was expensive, he had seen expensive jewelry before and this definitely could easily be something that his mother or father would have in their drawer.

“I love it...it’s gorgeous.” The feather reminded him of your wings. “But, please don’t tell me that you wasted your money on me like this?” He was conflicted because he was grateful but he didn’t like the idea of you spending a pretty penny on him.

“Okay! Then I won’t, it could never be a waste when it comes to you because I...I love you Tenya. So much.” When he didn’t respond, you sighed and stood up and stood in between his thigh and cupped his cheeks in your hands. “Please don’t worry about it, this is something that I wanted to get you. You spoil me all the time and I wanted to spoil you, even if it was just for a bit. You deserve the work Tenya.” He looked up into your eyes as you ran your a hand through his damp hair. “You’ve had so much on your shoulders. Taking Ingenium’s name for yourself, trying to live up to Tensei’s name, being class rep...you don’t give yourself enough credit. You deserve being spoiled, you deserve being loved...” you leaned down and pressed your forehead against his. “You deserve to feel special. You are so powerful sweetheart, I’m proud of you. That may not mean much but-“ you were cut off when he pressed his lips to yours. His hands gripping your hips as you smiled into the kiss.

“I love you too darling, very much.” You nuzzled your nose against his.

“Now let’s get to bed! I’m exhausted.” He chuckled, laying in bed and pulling you to lay on his chest to not apply uncomfortable pressure to your wings. He wound his arms tightly around you as you snuggled into his warmth.

“Happy birthday tenya...” you lazily placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“A very happy one indeed, I’ve got the best gift right here in my arms.” His grin was slightly lopsided as he blindly pressed kisses all over your face. “Now go to sleep, you’ve had a long week.” He muttered as he closed his eyes and snuggling closer to you. His warmth made your eyes finally shut, a small sigh leaving your lips as he ran a hand through your hair and lightly ran his fingers across your scalp. You finally gave into the pull of deep sleep.

His wish was granted. You were in his arms and that’s all that could matter to him.

[the-reaper-of-maidens]

Arrival

YEET, some Alcina x OC stuff, because I’m horrible with x Reader stuff. I suppose chronologically, this is the first in my Alcina x OC stories, since this is how my OC met the tall vampire lady~ It kinda ends a bit abruptly, but I wanted the smut to be its own chapter, lol. I know I have the good lady far nicer in this than she really is, but she’s kinda mentally flipped upside down with this nutty OC~ I hope I did the tall vampire lady justice with this, regardless!

TW: mentions of self harm, homophobia implied

The diminutive woman arrived at the castle grounds. Her brown eyes were weary and showed her depression. Her brunette hair was long, flowing freely in the cold breeze, and her jeans were doing a poor job keeping her legs from freezing. She had some nose and ear piercings, so they were especially cold. She shivered and pulled her bomber jacket tighter as she went in, adjusting her duffle bag. She was a bit of a horror blogger, though she ironically was scared easily. Recently, she ended her blog, figuring it was best to end while she was at her peak, so she didn’t tell anyone about her trip to this haunting castle that was reported to be sites of vicious attacks.

Really, the blogger was hoping for one more fright before moving on from her fame, or maybe she wanted to end her suffering, so she hoped to see a monster. Though she was well-liked online, her personal life was… awful, to put it lightly. The blogger certainly felt unsettled, taking a look at the foyer. She thought it was weird that the doors were totally unlocked, though she figured it was different cultural norms, since she was American.

And then… she saw one of them. The blogger started sweating as the witch stepped towards her, she didn’t think anyone still lived here. The tiny woman stepped back, trying not to wig out as the witch continued her creeping. She whipped her head around when she heard another door open, and that was when she started running, dropping her bag.

She didn’t know where she was going, she just wanted to get away from them while trying to explore what the castle had to offer, despite her better judgement. Maybe she should have just turned tail when she saw the witch…

“Well, well… what an interesting visitor we have here,” a low, but darkly alluring voice called out, its owner crouching through a doorway.

The blogger froze like a deer in headlights as she saw what seemed to be an enormous woman towering over her. This woman must have been twice her height. Great, she thought, I have that creepy woman after my tail and now there’s this… hulking piece of… hotness. The blogger blushed a bit, this woman was just stunning, and she couldn’t help but get the hots for her despite being pretty terrified right about now. “S...sorry,” she finally managed to croak out. “I just got curious is all. I’ll just grab my stuff and leave now if you want.”

“How adorable, thinking you can just break in and enter someone’s house willy-nilly,” Lady Alcina Dimitrescu giggled charmingly and sinisterly as she eyed the petite woman, baring her claws. Of course, she felt it was a bit unfair for this especially tiny woman to go down easily; she usually liked giving her prey a fighting chance, it made the hunt all the more exciting. “I’ll give you a chance to run. If you make it out the door before my daughters or I can catch you, you’re free to go~”

Instead of running, though… the blogger just screamed and went down on her knees, cowering in fear. Her stomach was in knots, and she almost felt her breakfast wanting to come back up as she prepared herself for the worst.

The mutant tilted her head in curiosity and retracted her claws. Normally, most people took the chance to run off, but this one thought giving up and staying was a good idea. Alcina was suddenly interested in this strange human. “Hmm… you know what, I’ll call off my daughters. You pique my interest, how about we chat over lunch?”

The blogger was still shaking, though she mustered up the courage to open up her eyes. Though still anxious, she did relax a bit when she realized she was still unharmed. “I… yeah, sure. Lunch sounds good,” she stood up on shaky legs, unzipping her bomber jacket a bit. The adrenaline really heated up her body. Her stomach still felt a bit nauseous, though, so the thought of food didn’t sound appealing to the blogger at the moment.

“Trust me, I’ll make sure my daughters won’t bite. How about you go make yourself… comfortable in the meantime?”

Naturally, the blogger was still on high alert for the next few hours. She looked at her phone, tempted to make a blog post about all that happened, but she decided against it. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be back in the limelight again… if she wanted to be criticized by her family again. She didn’t have any friends, really, so it wasn’t like she had anyone that would worry about her. She sighed, and Alcina caught the pained look on the blogger’s face.

“So… what brought you to my humble abode?”

“Oh! Sorry! Sorry…” the blogger fretted a bit. “Like I said, I got curious. I also used to run a blog about all sorts of scary monsters and stuff.” Of course, this was all lost on the vampire lady, so the blogger explained more. “A blog is kinda like a digital journal entry, you see. You write it up on your computer and post it up and everyone gets to see what you wrote. Kinda like a bulletin board, but it’s on the Internet.”

“And you… used to?”

“I… yeah. I just wanted to scare people about the things I write about, I didn’t want to be famous. But it happened, and I felt like I had to go along with the ride. Eventually, my folks found out. They’re… not the most supportive,” the blogger divulged. “So ending the blog was a little bit of panic and mostly my choice, because I knew I can’t handle juggling family issues and the blog.”

The mutant woman tsked a bit, feeling an odd sense of pity for the blogger. “How shameful of your family. Do they not have their own business to tend to?”

“Like hell that I care. I cut them off after I stopped blogging. I’ve got enough money to travel around as I please, so… if I’m stuck where I’m misunderstood and demonized, I can just fly off,” and the blogger had anger flash in her eyes for a second, which surprised the mutant vampire. “Imagine being in hillbilly hell, where everyone is a churchgoing fanatic, and you don’t fit what they want you to be. I don’t have friends. My family hates me because of who I love… the guys laugh, and the women? Well, they’re grossed out because I’m a woman and I’m... I’m not supposed to love women.”

“Ah, so you escaped when you finally had the chance,” Alcina wasn’t stupid, piecing together that the smaller woman was waiting for the funds to get out. It was admittedly rather admirable to the vampire, knowing that someone freed themselves of their shackles.

“It took a few years… but you can bet I hauled ass the second I reached my goal. Still, though… I wake up every day, and I’m dragged down by my self-hate. Like my demons follow me wherever I go, and it���d be nice if I can escape for real.”

Alcina shifted a bit, and she grinned mysteriously. “I know a way, if you’re willing to stay for the night,” she offered, hoping the blogger would accept. Perhaps this woman could give her her fix, since it had been a long while since Alcina had any fun in her private quarters. Though she had her witches, she really did see the three as her daughters… she just couldn’t see herself doing such an act with any of them.

The blogger blushed a bright red, trying to decipher what this extremely tall vampire lady meant by that. “...Are you asking me to sleep with you?” she sniped in. She wouldn’t mind it, per se, but she was certainly surprised at the proposal.

“I can tell in your body language, you’re in love with me~ Luckily for you, I don’t care what’s in someone’s pants or how they identify as when I put them to bed. All they need to do… is be a good plaything for me,” Alcina giggled seductively, tossing away any subtlety she might have had.

“I… hold on, just a sec,” the blogger ran off to the nearest bathroom to compose herself. She felt herself flush with heat as she took off her jacket. “Don’t… do anything stupid,” she told herself in the mirror as she washed her face with ice cold water. She was wracked with nerves, but she just couldn’t pass this up. Well, what’s the worst that can happen? It’s not like anyone back home cared about me, she thought to herself. The blogger took a deep breath to compose herself as she zipped her jacket back up and she went back out, her emotions put into check for now. “Sure, I’d like to stay for the night,” the blogger grinned awkwardly when she returned, fidgeting a bit.

“Trust me, you have nothing to fear,” Alcina purred, putting a hand on the blogger’s cheek. Of course, decades of experience meant she knew how to not crush the poor thing during their fun. This woman must have been half her size, if the height difference was anything to go by. “When you’re as tall as I am, you simply have no choice but to... adapt.”

“Hehe, lucky me. I’ve never… did any of that, obviously,” the blogger admitted, blushing as she shifted her weight between her feet.

“Oh? So you’re saying that you’re a maiden?” Alcina was definitely hooked now, leaning forward a bit. Having a new fling was always nice, but having a potentially new source to make another batch of Sanguis Virginis was always even better.

“What? You’re not gonna like, sacrifice me to some demon or something, are you? Or gut me with those huge claws… right?”

“Oh, no, not at all. It just has a rather poetic ring to it is all,” Alcina hummed casually, debating whether to get the blogger’s blood or enjoy the night with her. Then again, there was no hiding from the tiny woman that she was a mutant vampire, so she had to come clean. “Though,” she leaned back in her chair, “I’m admittedly not sure whether to ravish you or turn you into my wine. We need maiden’s blood for the wine, you see, since it’s just so... delectable.” Normally, the countess would have no issue deciding to turn someone into wine, but given the events from earlier that day... the blogger could make for a good plaything instead.

The blogger swallowed nervously. She had a feeling that whatever she would say, Alcina would manage to have her way. “...How much blood? Are you gonna… turn me? If not, can you not… like, kill me? I need my blood to live.” So many questions raced in her head, she was almost regretting accepting the offer. Almost.

“Charming. Don’t you worry, I won’t drain you of all your blood, should you end up being my pet instead~”

The blogger spent most of the day just relaxing in her room after lunch, thinking about her future. The money won’t last forever, after all, so she needed to start planning. So far, her hostess seemed amiable enough, despite the initial scare. “Ugh, think, think, think! What can I do for Lady Dimitrescu to make her enjoy my stay if I have to come back?” Or, perhaps, she could forgo her travels, instead staying at Castle Dimitrescu for the rest of her life in service to Alcina. She felt a cold in the air, the hairs on her neck standing on ends. She slowly turned and her eyes met with Daniela’s, who she learned earlier was one of Alcina’s daughters.

“Mother says dinner is almost ready, plaything~” the witch giggled, a strident laugh that made the blogger feel a pit in her stomach.

“I… thanks,” the blogger gulped in fear, following the witch for what seemed like forever. She still wasn’t sure what to think about Daniela, truth be told. She eyed the mutant vampire, and realized the mutant was still inhumanly tall, though not as tall as Alcina. She gulped nervously, wondering if she’d be tossed to the witch if Alcina decided she wasn’t good enough.

“Ah, our little guest. Thank you for fetching her, Daniela,” Alcina nodded, a smirk revealing her fangs a bit as she waved Daniela off to take a seat. The blogger looked around, watching the maids hustle and bustle, setting food out to the table. She saw two other women similarly dressed as Daniela sitting at the table, and she assumed they were sisters. That still didn’t make her less uneasy.

The blogger’s mouth watered a bit, smelling the food. If lunch was anything to go by, dinner would be spectacular. “Thanks for letting me stay for the night, Lady Dimitrescu. Tonight’s pretty cold, or so it seems,” she took a seat.

“Oh, it’s not an issue at all, and please… you may call me Alcina,” the vampire mutant purred, trying to get a bit more emotionally close to the blogger. She rarely had any romantic emotions, she usually felt they were in the way of the real action, but… she didn’t mind it when she did have romance flare up in her heart, if someone truly was interesting to her. She frowned a bit when the blogger didn’t take her bomber jacket off, even as she started eating. “Oh, come now, how long have you worn that jacket today? Surely, you must be sweating buckets in there!”

The blogger blushed a bit, mid-bite into her chiftea. “Oh, um… you don’t need to worry… Alcina. I’m not hot at all, trust me,” she tried to dodge, knowing the lady wanted her to stop roasting.

“Well, if you get it all over your coat, you’re going to have to wash it anyways. I’m amazed you didn’t do that at lunch earlier.”

The blogger just cast her eyes downward at her food, fidgeting a bit. She knew she was locked in; one wrong choice, and she would be dead, and she’d rather be alive and uncomfortable than dead. “You’re right,” and she took off her jacket, revealing scars and tattoos on her arm peeking out from the rolled sleeves. She shivered in the brisk breeze, but kept eating.

Alcina leaned back a bit, realizing why her guest refused to shed her coat. “Who did that to you? The scars, that is.”

“...I did,” the blogger clenched a fork, her eyes still downcast. “...Most of it, anyways,” she finally looked up and made eye contact with Alcina. “Some of it was from my dad.”

“...My apologies,” Alcina truly meant it. “I had no idea.”

“It’s fine, the scars are all in the past now,” the blogger took a sip of what seemed to be wine, perhaps a merlot or a cabernet. She coughed, she hated alcohol… “Sorry… I get that wine is good for dinner, but… I prefer tea,” she admitted. “Dad was an alcoholic, so… stuff like that makes me uncomfortable. I think maybe an Earl Grey tea with some cream and sugar would be nice?”

Alcina nodded and called for a servant. “Prepare a tea kettle for our guest here. Earl Grey with cream and sugar,” the vampire lady commanded. “My dear guest… I really am sorry for making you uncomfortable. I’ll take note of that next time you come here.”

“Um… actually, about that… I’ve been thinking, Alcina. The money I’ve got won’t last forever, so I was thinking of just staying here… working for you,” the brunette woman rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

Each and every hour, the blogger became more and more interesting to Alcina. It was rare for girls to come and willingly work here, unless they had some sort of death wish. “I see. Well, in that case, I will spare you, my dear... if you can tell me what you can bring to the table.”

“I can make music, and I can do art. Think of all the beautiful paintings I’d make of you~” the blogger cracked a grin. “But more importantly… I can help you bring maidens into the castle for your wine.”

“Oh?” That definitely rules out making her into wine now, Alcina thought, though she decided hours ago she likely wouldn’t do such a thing to her little pet.

“If you can turn me into one like yourself and your daughters, I will. I promise. I’ve… when I was twelve, I wanted to become a vampire so badly,” she admitted, snorting a bit. “But... really, Alcina. The maidens I’d hunt for you would be my rent payment, so to speak.”

Alcina seemed to consider it, sipping her wine, and smiling in amusement at that confession. The blogger seemed multi talented, at least, so it would be nice to have some entertainment if she wanted, though it was new that someone wanted to be turned, and she was tempted, though she’d have to talk to a certain Mother Miranda. “You’ll get your chance, my dear. Patience is the key here,” she reached over and gently grasped her guest’s hand. “Perhaps not now, but you can say goodbye to your past… to the pain… soon.”

Dinner was accompanied by lots of talk, mostly of the blogger telling Alcina all about herself. Soon enough, dinner was done, and Alcina invited the blogger to her bedroom. “A deal is a deal~ I promised you that I’d help you escape your self-loathing, and I will,” she offered a gargantuan hand to the blogger.

[spideymarvelws]

The Dark Of Night (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summery: Your past seems to catch up with you and spider-man is there to help you out

Main Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Word count: 1.2k

A/n: just a little story cause i’m sick and have nothing else to do. also did not proof read, so that’s kinda tuff hehe... heh

You stood at a far distance from the wall that you had just finished painting on. after finishing the final touches, you admired the mural that you had created. After packing away your supplies away into a duffle bag, you put it back into the hole in the wall, hopeful that it won’t get stolen. Your sketchbook, pencil and eraser were always in your jacket, something that you cared about to much to leave alone.

Exiting the alleyway, you spotted an empty table outside a local cafe with a newly wrapped sandwich. A business man stood not too far away from the table shouting into his phone. Swiftly passing the table, you picked up the food and walked away, looking back to make sure he didn't notice.

Walking down the streets of New York was a dangerous task. For most people, it never ended well, but you never cared. You adapted to the ways of surviving with only the clothes on your back and while it was challenging at times, you’ve never felt so alive in your eighteen years of life.

Besides, you never had anything of worth for someone to rob you and often times the outfit you wore disguised you into the night.

I guess thats why you loved walking through the city when the sun disappeared, leaving you to be unseen by anyone who may have passed by. Not that anyone noticed you at all.

You pulled the hood of your jacket further down over your face with one hand and took a bit of the sandwich you stole with the other. Approaching the stairwell to a random building, you proceeded to climb, garbing onto the bars of the slightly unstable and rusty structure. It created little noise since it wasn't your first time.

Finally getting to the top of the roof, you hopped onto the ledge, dangling your legs, rocking them back and forth. Closing your eyes, you felt a soft breeze blow against your face.

This is why you enjoyed the night. The feeling of being free without anyone near to judge or criticise you in any way. Moment like these reminded you why you left your life before in the first place, to finally feel free.

Of course those moment never lasted as long as you would've liked them too.

You heard the sound of feet landing on to the floor knowing exactly who they were.

“You know, sitting that close to the ledge doesn't look that safe,” Spider-man said, approaching your current position.

“You tell me that every time and yet I never listen,” you stated throwing one leg over the ledge to face the masked superhero who stood leaned with both hands locked together in front of him, “Gets tiring doesn't it?”

Spider-man chuckled, pulling his up to reveal his mouth, “I guess you could say I just can’t quit you.”

You let out a loud chuckled before punching him on he shoulder, not caring about how hard you hit him knowing it probably wouldn't hurt him anyways.

“Can you go one minute without saying something completely stupid?”

“I think it’s one of my best traits.”

“I think it’s making you fail your job as a superhero.”

“You take that back!”

“What are you going to do, bore me to death with your cheesy one liners?”

This was also another reason why you loved the night. Never in a million years would you have thought that you would have made friends with the one and only spider-man.

Despite your thieving ways, he always let you slide since it never harmed people drastically and he understood that you had to do what you had to do. Despite his help, he never had a lot of time to get you most things and most times he couldn't blame you for not choosing to starve until he came.

It also helped him understand villains that he encountered on a daily basis and the reasons as to why they do the things they do in the first place. That’s why he kept seeking you out, he always learned something new about himself when hanging out with you.

He loved that fact that he could express himself without worrying about the consequences or letting you down because he wasn't strong enough as a superhero. He’s even told you things about his own personal life, no matter how vague, he’s told you about most of his life as Spider-man and Peter Parker.

Of course the same went the other way, he knew about all your struggles and thoughts and he always tried to help in anyway he could whether I be a sandwich from Delmer’s or staying with you threw the night like what he was doing now. He always tried to make time after petrol to talk to you.

“I’ll have you know that I’ve taken down bad guys with some pretty cool words.” Spider-man said with a smug look on his mouth and you can assume the rest of his face.

“The fact that you say ‘bad guys’ answers my question thoroughly” you chuckled, throwing a leg back over the ledge and scooting around, welcoming him to sit besides you.

“Sometimes, I question why I talk to you,” he responding, taking the same position besides you.

“You can’t seem to quit me remember, I’m just amazing like that,” you joked, flipping your hair back dramatically.

Your conversations always flowed effortlessly from light and fluffy to dark and deep, it never had hesitation or pauses when it came to telling each other something.

You looked up at the sky shutting your eyes, before letting out a puff of air. the air around you got quiet. Peter sensed the mood shift and immediately questioned it.

“Hey, everything okay?” He questioned, cocking his head to the side.

“My father has been searching for me and he getting scarily close. This morning I think one of his goons followed me for half the day until i lost him, why I couldn't meet you in our usual spot,” you said, playing with you fingers.

Peter looked at you with concern, you talking about your father was a sensitive topic, same you could say about him and his uncle, but you’ve never mentioned anything besides the fact that you ran away to find a new life.

“I thought he stopped looking for you for months,”

“Well I guess he started back,” you grumbled, turning to face him, “I can’t let him find me spidey, I can’t go back.”

You felt your eyes start to fill with tears. It was petty, you knew. There were people out there who would kill to have a family and yet here you were crying about getting one back. But you couldn't give up the life that you had now.

The feeling of nothing placed upon your back, the feeling of being free.

“Hey, it’s ok y/n/n,” peter said, pulling you into his chest while wrapping his arms around your waist, “we’ll figure something out, I promise.”

“I know I just can’t go back. I love this feeling of not caring, it’s amazing, I can’t give that up,” you whispered, “I can’t go back to being something for people to expect everything great from, here I can just be myself, granted not the best conditions, but its refreshing in a sense.”

Peter nodded, pressing his cheek to the top of your head.

“Don’t worry y/n/n, I’m sure everything would turn out fine,” peter said, rubbing your back tenderly.

Peter didn't want to completely agree with you because he never really approve of the approach you took with the relationship with you and you father. But he didn't know the entire story so he never questioned your actions out loud.

Looking back at the sky, peter let out a sigh before tightening his hold on you. He was just realising how much he cherished you as a person and he would do anything to keep you safe, even if it meant going against his mentor and only father figure.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city...

“Mr. Stark, it seems that we have found a match.”

“Thank you Friday, prepare my suit, its going to be a long night”

taglist: @jadegill​

[aghostpost]

So glad you are taking requests, I've missed your writing! Would love you to write some smut with Frank as you always include so many kinks. How about one where Frank's been gone for weeks and the reader thinks tonight is going to be just her alone again, so she decides to enjoy some self-loving, Frank turns up and watches her until she realises he's there and smut ensues?! Bonus points if he gets her to taste herself off his fingers/tongue and lots of praise kink!

A/N: I loved this request! I was already writing something similar to this (as far as Frank being gone forever and what not) but I didn’t have an ending, so this worked out great! It’s only slightly different from this request but I think it worked out perfectly. And as much as I tried to chop it down it issssss a bit lengthy hehe whoops. Hope you enjoy~ ♥

The duffle bag slung over his shoulder was heavier than it looked, but I still managed to grab it with both hands to set it beside the apartment door. I looked him up and down while his eyes looked directly past me. He seemed fine. No bleeding, no bruises on his face, or at least no new ones. Seemingly there was not one reason for him to have been avoiding me the last nine days, and judging by the way he refused to make eye contact with me, I’m sure he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I turned and headed back to the kitchen. “Go shower; dinner’s in fifteen.”

I continued stirring the green beans I was preparing as I listened to the shower stream in the bathroom. Suddenly I felt stupid and even angrier for throwing on one of his t-shirts after my shower earlier… For days I was worried sick wondering what the fuck happened to Frank. Where was he? Did he finally get caught? Even worse, was he dead somewhere in an unmarked ditch courtesy of some local mafia chapter? Then I saw him on the news two days ago and saw he was just the same as ever, wreaking havoc and dashing around the city like a mad man. That night I started using that spare key he gave me to come and wait for his return, fuming and ready to let him have it.

But seeing him now, I was dealing with a different kind of anger. It was the kind of anger where words couldn’t even begin to express how upset I was. I saw his face and felt a wave of heat radiate off me and shake through my body.

He was lucky I prepared extra food to have for lunch the next few days. I heard the shower stop running as I pulled the baked chicken from the oven, and moments after placing two prepared plates on an old crate Frank used as a coffee table he walked out of the bedroom still toweling his head. Frank Castle was by no means a salad eater but not only did he need the greens, but I used the moment to be petty because I knew the last thing he’d do was not eat every crumb on that plate. No way he’d risk getting even further on my bad side.

No words were exchanged between us as we ate. I sipped at my third glass of wine; I like to drink while I cook. I bet he’d be thankful knowing the wine was mellowing me out, but of course not entirely.

I reclined against the sofa with my plate in my lap, feet propped up on the crate and ate as I would look at him sitting on the floor. He was hovering over his plate and shoveling food into his mouth like a barbarian; I wonder what his last good meal was… I looked at Max as he made his way over to Frank, looking for a snack and probably glad to see something other than the fifteen-pound bag of kibble Frank left tipped over for him in his absence. I’m surprised he didn’t eat himself into a doggy coma.

I watched as he went to tear a piece of his chicken thigh. “Wow. Wish I got a treat for you leaving me for over a week.” He continued chewing, dropping the meat for Max to catch before giving him a rub. “I didn’t spend all evening in the kitchen to give you half my lunch for the week so you could give it to Max.”

“He’s not allowed any of our food anymore?”

“Sure, if you wanna spoil him rotten and fatten him up.”

“You never had anything to say about it any ot-”

“-Well I have something to say about it tonight. If you want I can just scrape your plate into his bowl?” He said nothing more and also didn’t give Max another bite. “Don’t forget your vegetables,” I said with a tone of warning. He quickly diverted his fork from his mashed potatoes to the salad and picked up a heaping amount, finally looking me directly in the eye as he took a bite. I rolled my eyes and focused on my own food.

It was quiet in the room save for the sounds of forks tapping against the plates and the occasional crunch of a crouton. Once Frank finished, salad and all, he rose and washed his dishes while I scrolled through my cell and continued taking my time with dinner. He stood against the wall leading out of the living room and to the bedroom hallway with his arms folded.

He waited patiently for me to finish, not moving or saying a word.

Because what could he do or say to fix this?

I placed my mess in the sink before pouring one final glass of wine, taking some sips before making my way to the bedroom. As I passed Frank he unfroze himself to take hold of my upper arm before I immediately pulled away. “Don’t.” Without warning he took my wine glass from me before bending and wrapping an arm around my thighs, lifting me from the floor and walking to the bedroom. He set the glass down on the dresser before dropping me flat on my back on the bed.

“Git. Go on, go,” he ordered, shooing Max from the room as he closed the door. This is what he usually did when we were gonna have sex. Max liked getting into bed with us so he made a habit of closing the door before things got heated up.

I rose from the bed and went to go open the door, but his massive form blocked me before I even made it halfway there. We stood there, staring at each other momentarily before I reached for my wine glass. He said nothing as he watched me gulp the entire glass, some of it missing my mouth and running down my neck. Without hesitation he moved forward to wipe the mess away, his eyes not breaking from mine. I turned from his hand and backed up two steps, staring him down before hurling the glass on the corner of the room. It was in that moment I realized a lot of my anger was based off fear.

I had been scared.

“Fuck you.” At those words he began a slow march forward as I walked backwards to the bed. When the back of my legs touched the rickety frame I sat down, watching his steel gaze as he inched closer to me. When he stood before me he dropped to his knees and looked me directly in my eyes. “Did you hear me Frank?” I spoke with bite but there was still a slight slur in my speech. “I said. Fuck. You.”

“I heardja.” Were those the first words he spoke tonight? I couldn’t remember. All I knew was hearing his voice felt like someone had finally turned the lights on in my head. Like I was staring into darkness and suddenly a camera flash went off right in front of my eyes. Suddenly I felt myself turn to stone as his hands reached my hips.

It was always odd to me when he was gentle.

I reacted the only way I knew how: with a slap.

He stared at my waist as his hands rested, but his thumbs moved in slow circles at my hip bones. “Stop it,” I spoke softly, my eyes getting heavy and my head swaying. I sighed and went to pry his hands from me. He simply used the opportunity to intertwine his fingers with mine and pull my body closer to him. “No.” He pressed his nose to the base of my neck and inhaled as he moved upward towards my ear. I was still trying to free my hands but his grip was tight and unwavering; at every movement his hands constricted mine. His stubble grazed my cheek ever so lightly and my eyes snapped shut, my hips suddenly motioning towards the edge of the bed one time to get closer to him. “Let go!” In my head I demanded it but it came out as more of a plea.

He couldn’t win this easily. He couldn’t leave me and have my mind running a mental marathon of the absolute worst series of events and come here and have me any and every way he wanted. I snapped to and while he held my hands, yes, my legs were entirely free. I rose from the bed quickly and he followed, finally releasing his grip to rip his shirt off in record timing. I couldn’t make a run for the door before he was pushing me flat on the bed, body between my legs and hands making quick work of my pajama shorts. I was too busy staring at the cuts and bruises healing on his body; long bandages meant cuts, small squares meant bullet holes. He began slowly rubbing my thighs as he stared at me. I looked back at him for a moment, anger still very present, before deciding to get rid off his jeans. I ripped his belt from the loops and unbuttoned them as I stared back into those obsidian marbles in his head. It wasn’t until I released his zipper that I broke eye contact and pushed him off of me so he could manage the rest.

“I hate you.” The words managed to trip out of my mouth with very little sting, of course because I didn’t mean them. At times yes, I hated how Frank treated me; being left to wonder whether the prick is alive or not for extended periods of time just for him to casually waltz through the door? Didn’t exactly incite warm thoughts about the guy. But did I hate him? No. I should, but I didn’t. All I could think of was how he was the exact opposite of the man my parents would want me to invest any time into. But fuck it. If I was going to be stupid enough to waste my time with Frank the very least I could do was get toe-curling sex while I was at it.

“I hate you,” I repeated as his fully naked form hovered over me like a beast ready to pounce at my slightest movement. He grabbed my arms and pulled me upright to get his beaten up black shirt over my head. My hands flew to the thick curly mess on top of his head and forced him down to me, his mouth hungrily finding my breast. Good thing I was braless; I didn’t have to wait a single second to feel this. While normally my mind would be completely wiped of anything outside of this moment, I still felt anger. More importantly, with him being here now, I realized exactly how much I missed him, and how afraid I was I’d never see him again. “Touch me.”

He trailed his mouth to my neck and pressed just below my ear. “Where?” he growled.

My hands gripped the roots of his hair as I had my first orgasm of the night. I kept quiet as a mouse and my reactions to a minimum; the last thing I needed was Frank bragging and teasing that he could make me cum with his voice alone. I guess I missed him more than I thought. No matter how infuriated I was with him my body wanted what it wanted, and it was always in the mood for some Frank.

God, that was so fucking annoying.

He was still waiting for an answer when I mustered all the strength I could to push him off of me to the foot of the bed. “Jesus Christ.” He stared at me blankly, hesitating briefly before moving to make his way back to me. “No!” I shouted, stilling him instantly. I stared him down as I gathered the flattened excuses for pillows he had and the one good pillow I brought here for when I slept over, propping them up behind me. “You don’t get to do whatever you want with me,” I told him as I reclined, resting my feet on the bed so my legs were propped up, giving him a perfect view of what rested in between. I reached a hand to feel the soaked spot in my panties before pulling them down as best as I could, only managing to free one leg as they dangled around my left knee.

I sighed as the wine hit me like a wave and looked at him as I placed a hand at my wet lips. “You think that’s okay? Making me worry about you like that?” I asked, gently rubbing myself without breaking eye contact with him. I continued that way until I needed more; punishing him was slowly beginning to punish me. “Look at what happens when I miss you,” I teased, slipping my middle finger inside myself while running my left foot delicately up his thigh, then his chest to rest pointedly on his shoulder. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” I felt his body tense slightly under my foot as my eyes fought to stay open.

I watched him, my eyes slack as I pleasured myself. I challenged him to move. I had every right to be upset and find him undeserving of fucking me, no matter how badly we both wanted it. I was a treat, and Frank was deep in the doghouse. But I say this knowing I’ll end up under him before the night was over; like I said, my body wants what it wants. Still, I could milk a docile Frank Castle while the moment lasted. “I… I needed you… Why’d you leave me, Frank?” I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. He shifted forward slightly before I pressed my foot down on his chest, signaling him to stay right where he was. “Sss, what? Didn’t you miss me?” I moaned, my eyes closing as my head rolled back into the stack of pillows behind me.

He lunged for me and this time I didn’t stop him. I was ready, and more importantly than that I needed him. His hand grazed just behind my knee and my back arched as he pulled my panties from around my leg, tossing them behind him. He slowly pulled my hand to replace it with his, which was great because now I could grip the sheets for dear life. His fingers were thicker, and knew what I needed just as much as I did. Hell, they probably knew better. Two fingers filled me as his thumb gently massaged my clit as he leaned forward, his growing facial hair brushing the side of my face. “Lemme show you how much I missed ya.”

I moaned at his words, his voice getting to me again. I reached down with my hands to grab his wrist as he kissed along my jawline. I felt him pulling his hand out, begging him not to and trying to hold it in place with mine until he replaced it with his fully erect cock. “Oh, God,” I mewled, my legs wrapping around his waist instantly as I guided him deeper into me. “Show me. Sss- Please, please show me.” He grabbed my chin before gently rubbing his thumb against my bottom lip.

“Look at me,” he demanded. My eyes managed to open and I saw him staring at my mouth before before his eyes looked into mine. “I’m sorry. I shouldna left you worryin’ the way I did.”

“No. You shouldn’t have.” We stared at each other little longer and that big dumb puppy look on his face warmed my angry heart enough; at least for now. I held the sides of his head, my fingers playing with the thick hair that grew from the buzzcut he had when he left. “Kiss me already.” Instead of obliging he pulled his hand to his lips, taking in his fingers coated in my slickness as he held eye contact with me. “You dirty dog…” He winked before bending down to finally kiss me for the first time in what felt like years. And I knew exactly what he was up to, he was just too afraid to ask; knew he was skating on thin ice with me. I laughed to myself in my head as I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth, still moist with my essence. A deep growl rumbled in him and pushed himself both deeper into the kiss and into me. I released his lip to let out a small cry of pain. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get used to Frank’s full size, but I’d damn sure try every time he wanted. I gripped at the roots of his hair and pulled, my back arching to take in more of him.

“Ya like tastin’ yourself on me?”

I rolled my eyes. “Not as much as you like making me do it.”

He cracked a crooked grin. “But yer just so good at it,” he teased, nipping at my neck. “So good at a lotta things.”

I felt my face warm up, partially from the compliments and partially from sheer arousal. “I am?” The question poured softly from my lips.

He pushed himself off the mattress to rest upright on his knees, rough hands grabbing my waist to slowly work his way in and out of me. “Amazin’,” he grunted. “Ya taste how sweet you are?”

“Mmm, like candy.”

“An’ look how good ya take me…” I placed my hands over his, holding them in place as his grip on my waist tightened, the pads of his fingers digging deep into me. He was vocal tonight, more vocal than I’ve ever heard him. I wasn’t complaining at all though, but I never really got complimented much during sex like this. It was making me feel bashful which was foreign for me. “Ya think I didn’t miss this?”

I used my hold on his wrists to pull myself up before slinging my arms around his neck, wrapping around him and burying my face in his neck. “Tell me you missed me,” I begged before I ran a hot tongue on the outer shell of his ear, gently biting it between my front teeth.

“Everyday,” he grunted. I pushed him backwards and rode him for dear life, missing the feeling of being filled to the brim by this man.I stretched my body reaching for my head, and his hands flew to my breasts, roughly palming and squeezing them. “Aren’t you a fuckin’ sight…”

“Sss, fuck, Frank…”

“That’s right, Y/N. Ride it just like that.”

I wanted more. I needed to feel him at full force. I grabbed his hands, interlacing his fingers with mine and allowing him to squeeze them. “I need you.”

“Whaddaya need? Tell me whatcha need.”

“I… I need you t-to fuck me.”

“C’mere,” he ordered, pulling me down to him. Our hands still glued together I outstretched our arms and kissed him with as much passion as I could. He growled lowly into my mouth as my tongue invaded his, bucking his hips and causing me to cry out.

“Shit!”

He never took his mouth from mine as he shot up and forced me into a straddling position. He then lifted me up and turned me around; I got on my hands and knees and grips the sheets to brace myself as best as I could, though I already knew nothing was gonna prepare me for Frank when he was on a mission. I assigned him a task and now he was going to perform and complete it. A burly arm snaked its way around my hip and a hand slid southward, petting my pussy a few times. “My eager girl.”

“Fuck you. Wouldn’t you be eager after nearly two weeks?”

He chuckled to himself. “Who said I ain’t?” he question, slowly inserting himself into me from behind. “I’m eager for ya after two hours.”

“Sss, liar,” whispered through clenched teeth. I spread my legs and bent forward until my tits were planted into the mattress, my back concave and my ass perched to the ceiling. I looked back at him over my shoulder with my eyes at half mast, drunk from both the wine and the overwhelming lust for him, seductively pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. “Make me a believer.”

And after only a few minutes he did exactly that. I looked over an noticed the bedroom window was cracked, but unfortunately I couldn’t shut my mouth or even attempt to lower my volume. I wonder if this would be the time that my neighbors would complain, but even the prospect of that couldn’t stop me. Things only worsened when he pulled my arms behind me and gripped at the elbows, forcing me to damn near fold as my back concaved even deeper. “Jesus Christ!” He continued that way for a bit before snaking his arms around me, running over my stomach, in between my breasts, and hand at the base of my neck. His touch exploring me felt like a lake of lava running all over me and leaving a smoking trail of black ash in its wake. ”Sss, ah! Oh… G-God, help me,” I rushed in one hot breath.

“Ya feel that?” he grunted as he bent beside me to speak into my ear.

“Yes!”

“Ya like that?”

“I love it, I love it- Ss, fuck me, I love it!”

“I betcha do. Listen to ya,” he spoke too many octaves too low before leaning back to slap my ass. I cried out even louder than I had already been which I didn’t even think possible. “Lemme hear ya,” he demanded, slapping my ass again. “Ya still love it?”

“Yes!”

“Can’t hear ya.”

“Ah! Sss, I love it, Frank. Fuck- Yes yes yes!”

“Nasty girl…” He began fucking me like a wild beast, grunting and growling deep with each stroke. His firm hand held my neck as he pulled my back to his chest, his other arm around my waist. He pulled my head backwards and moved directly next to my ear. “A very good girl, but a nasty one.”

“Oh, fu… Fuck!” My hand flew to my pussy to rub the orgasm outta me as soon as I could, since I couldn’t imagine going like this any longer before I snapped in half. I felt like I was going to pass out as overwhelmed as I was, and for the life of me couldn’t remember what I was even upset with this man over. “I-I can’t-”

“-What can’t ya do? Hm?”

“I’m gonna cum!”

He forced me to make eye contact with him, his grasp still firm around my neck. “So beautiful… comin’ from that pretty lil’ mouth.”

My hand left my clit and flew to his hair, clenching at he dark, thick curls and pulling him to me for a kiss. Well, if you wanted to call that. It was more of me trying to drain him for every drop that was in him, and him exorcising one of the top three orgasms I’ve ever had from my body. His tongue overpowered mine as my whole body turned to jelly. I tried desperately to get away from him and his overwhelming touch, but he held me tight and close to his body for a few final pumps before climaxing himself. He collapsed on top of me, his breathing like he just ran a marathon, my arms sprawled on the mattress and my face turned to the side to avoid suffocating.

We remained silent and catching our breath momentarily. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of cars outside, late night drunks leaving the bar a block away, Frank’s breathing. Finally he rolled off of me, walking into the bathroom to relieve himself and wash up; this was his routine and he never veered off from it even once. I sighed and did the same, walking past him to grab the baby wipes I kept under the sink to clean myself up. We caught each other’s eye in the mirror above the sink and held in smirks, no one saying a word to the other.

Once we were all clean and for the most part clothed, at least we put our underwear back on, Frank returned to bed on his back with an arm outstretched for me to rest my head on as I lay next to him. I liked more than anything that Frank and I could have comfortable silence. But we didn’t remain that way long; there was only one thing I needed to say before our night ended with well deserved recuperation sleep. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

“What? The sex?”

I rolled at my eyes and looked up at him, waiting for him to meet my gaze. “Frank…  If this happens again-”

“-Alright alright, c’mon now- We don’t gotta make threats, hm? I hear ya.”

“I’m serious. Frank?” He sighed and tried to turn his head back to the ceiling but I redirected him to look at me again. “Never again.”

He stared at me, not a tone of playfulness in my eyes, and nodded his head. “I’m so-”

“-Ah ah… Never. Again.”

“Ya got my word.”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“Never again.”

We stared a moment longer before I gave him a smile and a kiss on the jaw; soft, nothing that would get us going for a round two.”You better not. Don’t think I’d take Max if you disappear either, my place doesn’t allow dogs.”

He huffed a small laugh through his nose. “Let me in there just fine.”

I rolled my eyes. I always hated when he talked down on himself. “Shut up and go to bed.”

He grinned to himself and got comfortable, closing his eyes with an arm still situated around me shoulders. “Yes, ma’am.”

[thehatter-ismadder]

Paris's goodbye, leaving because he needs to head to the blue lantern corps

Goodbyes aren't forever

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"It's not fair, first Ray...now you" Nate exhales slowly frowning wrapping his arms around Paris and pulls him to a hug "Hey, Hey...I'm becoming a blue lantern, I need to leave here knowing that you are still full of hope" Paris sighs softly patting Nate's back "We should make a bro chat, for me, Ray and you..." "I promise to answer when I can...eh...hehe..." He lets go of Nate "What's funny?" Nate tilts his head "I never expected that Mick would be one of the OGs left...." Paris shakes his head "Nate...I was going to become a very horrible man...my future was bad but...you guys taught me better...now the future is better... Behrad is alive...we aren't being shot/stabbed or demonized" Paris picks up his duffle bag "Time to face the music" "Yeah..."

Heading with Nate to the bridge, Paris was stopped by John pulling him into the medbay "I'll be there in a second Nate" Paris calls back "What's wrong John?" He smiles then frowns seeing the look on John's face "John Constantine doesn't get sad seeing people leave" he puts a hand on John's shoulder "After Dez, after nearly loosing you and the others...I just grown attached I guess, a blue lantern, about bleeding time...if anyone can do it it's you" John chuckles softly "Take this a protection talismen, two one for you and one for Mona...be safe...it's still dangerous out there" John hands over two rings and Paris took them slipping them into his pocket. "Thank you John, I appreciate it but in return y-" Paris was pulled into a hug "Oh damnit..." John mumbles hugging Paris tightly "Keep yourself and Mona safe" He murmurs letting go "I will John, keep Jervis safe...hell knows he can't"

Back on course to the bridge he was joined by Lita, Mick's daughter "Heard from a friend that uh your leaving" "Yes, I have to go...the blue lanterns deemed me worthy" He chuckles softly "I wasn't going to leave without giving you anything, take this" "A candle?" "The oh shit candle, it has ten charges...if your ever in danger or just needing someone to talk to...light say my name three times and I'll pop up" "Constantine?" "Yeah, he's taught me a thing or two" Paris smiles as she stops them from walking and hugs him tightly "Aw, kiddo...goodbyes aren't forever" he smiles softly "Ten charges...then ask good ole Johnny-boy" he sighs softly rubbing her back "I can call you when I want?" She lets go "Not for a few months...I apologize...the blue lanterns really want me to focus but after th-" he was cut off by her hugging him again "Oh kid, please don't cry... it'll be okay...you got the team, I'll be back and ready to pass college"

After that Paris finally made it the bridge, he let a soft sigh escape his lips as Gary tackles him to the floor. "I'm gonna miss you so much, please come back when your training is done" Gary cries out hugging Paris tighter "Okay okay, I'll miss you too get off me" Paris smacks Gary's side and Gary helps him up "Sorry, sorry" Gary takes quick steps back. Paris fixes himself and sighs but then tackled to the floor again, by Sara, Ava, Gary, Jervis and Gary "Okay, guys...breath, and get off" Paris groans wincing as everyone got off of him "You always have a home here" Sara helps Paris up "I may be back, but for now...Me and Mona are going to New York and then, I'm getting to the Blue lantern corps..."

Jervis didn't see John and frowned "Don't look so glum Techy, John already said goodbye and so did Lita" Paris smiles as Mona walks up next to him. "Sara, Ava, please never change I love you both, Gary, Gary, Gary" He shakes his head "You hate me" Gary sniffle confused "Awe, no man... honestly loved your good energy" Paris hugs Gary gently kissing Gary's forehead "Be safe, be productive, and learn from John" He says softly "Your a star that needs to keep sharing" he walks up to Mick next "I don't know if I earned your respect, but you earned mine and your okay in my book" He fell yanked into a tight and painful hug "Gonna miss you fink, be careful" Mick grumbles giving Paris one more painful squeeze hearing a crack and then letting go. Paris groans wincing and walking to Oliver, who whispers a few Latin words and Paris felt better "Never stop being a gun-toting moron" Paris ruffles Oliver's hair "Course, never dream of changing" Oliver smirks softly looking away, damnit why does he have to get attached to people.

Next was Behrad and this one was going to be rough. "B...please look at me" "If I look than it's true" Behrad mumbles as Paris gently makes Behrad look at him "Remember what we said when we first met?" "How did you swallow a whole pickle in one go?" Behrad asks starting to cry "Well I did do that but I was talking about when I was trying to leave...." "Goodbyes aren't forever, but sometimes people need to fly" Behrad wraps his arms around Paris crying into his shoulder. "Exactly...we both know I'll be back" Paris says softly kissing the side of Behrad's head "Don't die" Behrad whispers letting go of him "Of course" Paris nods softly looking Jervis up and down and chuckles softly "You wanna hit me? For dating John?" Jervis asks quietly looking down frowning "Awww...Tetchy... Not in the slightest" Paris smacks Jarvis's arm "Please keep Johnny safe" he pulls Jervis into a hug "A reformed Jervis Tetch, dating John Constantine...if Batman saw you now" "I'd hope he'd be proud that I changed for the better" Jervis sniffles and lets go rubbing his face "Go comfort that baby in a trench coat" Paris chuckles watching Jervis leave.

Zari rubs Behrad's shoulder "I didn't like you when I first met you Paris Graves, but now I know you are brave and kind...and I wish you nothing but good things your way" she kisses Paris's forehead and then pats his back. He headed to the portal with Mona "Paris" "Yes, Gideon?" He stops looking back "Try not to die, I cannot heal you outside the ship" Gideon teases and he nods softly "I gotcha Gid...hey Gid" "Yes Paris..." "Can you send the video of Rip to my phone?" Paris asks tears in his eyes "The goodbye one?" "No Gid, the one at my birthday" He says softly feeling Mona take his hand "It is sent" Gideon says and he looks back at the others "Goodbye, farewell, amen" he says as they walked out.

"He just M*A*S*HED us" Nate mumbles "Alright big hug" Sara waves her hands and they gave a big group hug. Another OG gone....

[legion1993]

I Believe, I Believe, I BELIEVE

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompts: (dialogue prompt) “Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.” (Song Prompt) Believer by Imagine Dragons

A/N: thank you all so much for all the love on these fics, here is Week 9 for the Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 and yet again this piece is a bit tricky and is very much un beta’d. I appreciate @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for the SPN HWC it has inspired me not to give up my passion for writing… as always please forgive any spelling and grammer errors in here.. and enjoy the story… give it some love please…

Plot: you had been taken away from them, your father had been a hunter but on a hunt gone wrong you witnessed him get murdered right in front of you and when the Winchesters found you they took you in… you and Dean fell in love… you had fallen for the eldest Winchester brother and though you weren’t ready to stop fighting… you felt like you and dean had a future bigger than hunting but one demon hunt gone wrong got you captured…

You could still remember it, one minute Dean holding onto your hand, but only seconds later you got knocked out as you got dragged away… then mere hours later waking up in a cold dark basement alone and unaware of where you were… your entire body was shaking badly so you curled up and shut your eyes trying to block out the love you had just lost…

Dean wouldn’t sleep, he refused the right to pull into any motel they kept trying to find the demons who took you… finally it was Ellen at the roadhouse that convinced Dean to stop eat and rest sort of…

Dean: “your taking Sam’s side on this.. guys I cant just sit back while Y/N is out there in the hands of those bastardic demons… I need to find her save her and bring her home… I was gonna propose to her today is our 3 year anniversary…”

Ellen: “I know how you feel boy but your no good to Y/N sleep deprived and starving… so take some time rest relax ive got Ash working on finding Y/N by either her phone or by her pager… yes she has a hidden pager I just hope those demons haven’t taken it away from her…”

Sam: “ellen you got a spare room where I can go take a shower and change before dinner…”

Ellen: “ya straight upstairs to the left…”

Dean watched as Sam took the duffle and left to go upstairs…

Dean: “I don’t see the point in relaxing and rest and eating when the love of my life is captured probably starving and dying… ellen I can’t live without her… hell I won’t live without her…”

Ellen: “you won’t have to boy, now I’m gonna go make you a roadhouse special go play pool.. you need to calm the fuck down…”

Jo: “I’ll even play a few rounds and then we will all help search for Y/N trust me Dean, I’m not gonna let my best friend die… anymore than you letting the love of your life die…”

Dean couldn’t help but smile lightly at jo’s attempt to cheer him up…

Dean: “your so on Harvelle… but when we find Y/N we all will have something to celebrate… mind you there is like nothing on earth I’d rather do than hold Y/N in my arms…”

Jo: “stop moopping and grab a cue so we can either play pool or spar… and don’t worry bout going easy on me… I wont hold it against you…”

Dean grabbed up a cue and spun it around there were many cues for a reason some were used to staff train where others were used to play pool… at this point to Dean it sounded like a good idea to spar than not… they had cleared away a lot of the tables to make room as Dean removed his jacket and his flannel leaving him only wearing his short sleeved sleak black tee…

Jo: “its on now, pretty boy…”

Jo then lunged at Dean who blocked it and they kept going like that for a while not realizing that there was gonna be hell to pay is Y/N was hurt… Dean got cocky at one point and then his memory of the night you got taken came back… which turned out to end badly for him against Jo…

Jo: “distracted are you?”

Dean: “just thinking about Y/N Y/N she is probably like alone and scared right now it's been 6 months and still no sign of her or those demons… it's like they vanished or they are…”

Jo: “cloaked by witches or something… your right we have to help her but how mom's not gonna let us go tonight…”

Dean: “don't worry we will go after she and Sam are in bed all we need is a bag of weapons and to get far enough away that by the time they realize we're gone we will already be halfway cross the states…”

Dean flipped Jo off him and pinned her instead when Ellen walked out and smiled…

Ellen: “dinner time Dean and Jo honey it looks like Dean has you beat… now both of you set this place straight and eat your dinner then do whatever you want… as soon as either me or Ash has a lead on Y/N we will let you know but till then don't blame yourselves for what happened… I'm gonna go catch some z's… night ya’ll”

Ellen waved at Dean and Jo before walking upstairs… Dean ate the food while Jo grabbed her emergency hunting bag as Dean stuff a few things into one of his bags and they wrote a note and walked out the door with keys to the Harley out front which took both Dean and Jo away from the Roadhouse and off to find Y/N…

Meanwhile, you were getting whipped and beaten cause you wouldn't give out any information that they asked for…

Demon 1: “where are those Winchesters?”

Y/N: “why would I tell ugly assholes like you when you could easily possess me.. oh wait hehe you can't haha suckers this won't mAke your boss very happy if I'm dead…”

Demon 2: “why you little ingrate we have held you now for 6 months and neither of those boys have come for you yet maybe they forgot about you…”

Demon 3: “maybe your boyfriend doesn't love you anymore…”

Demon 4: “maybe your boyfriend got mauled by a werewolf and died…”

You shoke your head trying to get rid of those thoughts but it wasn't working…

Y/N: “no no no… your wrong they are coming for me and this will not end wrong like it did with my parents you evil dicks…”

Demon 1 came up to you and slapped you…

Demon 1: “your a cunt…. A stupid one at that…”

Demon 2 came up next and broke your wrist…

Demon 2: “you stupid bitch your boyfriend must be blind cause you're fugly…”

This brought tears to your eyes as demon 3 came up and kicked you in the stomach…

Demon 3: “you're as much of a wuss as your father was when we killed him although he wasn't a white…”

You were curled in a ball when demon 4 came up to you and picked you up by your neck…

Demon 4: “your man will never come for you cause he probably never loved you in the first place…”

They all laughed as you landed on the ground with a loud thud and your sobs filled the air as once more they shut the door and locked it leaving the window open to keep the smell of rotting flesh under control…

You kept thinking bout Dean never imagining that it would have taken him this long to rescue you… but then you heard the door you didn't know what time it was but it was late… the sound of foot steps coming down made you stay still as Azazel came down…

Y/N: “you evil bastard you murdered John Winchester tried to kill my boyfriend attempted to turn his brother on the world and to top it off you tortured my boyfriend… just u wait till they get here they will end you…”

You spat at him and he slapped you hard as he laughed,

Azazel: “I heard through the grapevine that your boyfriend and your best friend a spunky blonde were spotted by a few of my spies heading through the barrier into Wyoming they are going after the colt… sadly they won't make it in time to save you before I open it…”

You felt your eyes open wide as he said those words which meant you had to be somewhere in the middle…

Y/N: “your looking for it aren’t you… your looking for the devils gate… you know you bastard that your never gonna get in right I mean even if you did manage to get in to it why would you want to… your out of hell… your free to roam the earth…”

Azazel: “able to roam the continent yes able to do it freely no… im bound to a promise I made to my boss… to let her out… and she is very anxious to meet you… she is the one who holds your boyfriends contract… which I will let him out of if you tell me what you know about it…”

Your eyes went into shock, your mind started shifting through questions like why would Dean make a deal, is what he said true...

Y/N: “your lying you sick son of a bitch, your lying… he wouldn’t do anything like that… he loves me too much to do it…”

Suddenly it became really cold in there… Azazel started laughing as you shivered…

Azazel: “seems like my little mice are playing my game… your boyfriend is close honey but your not gonna be alive too much longer to see how this story plays out…”

Y/N: “whatever your gonna do to me do it but leave my boyfriend out of it… he is the only family I have left… and FYI you will die Azazel you will die otherwise it will end very badly for you… ive seen it ive seen some of my future…”

Azazel heard some sort of ruckus and ran back upstairs leaving you alone in the dark basement once more. suddenly you heard it coming in through the window Deans voice he was singing… the wind was carrying it in…

Deans voice: “I was broken from a young age, Taking my sulking to the masses, Writing my poems for the few, That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me, Singing from heartache from the pain, Taking my message from the veins, Speaking my lesson from the brain, Seeing the beauty through the...”

You decided to finish it by trying to ignore everything that azazel had just said and you decided to sing finish the words and let the wind carry them back…

Y/Ns voice: “Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer Pain! You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer Pain! Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My life, my love, my drive, it came from... Pain! You made me a, you made me a believer, believer” 

You kept singing till you passed out from all the pain…  you woke up to voices but you made play that you were still sleeping to hear what was being said…

Demon 1: “they are practically on top of our location boss wants this place to be rigged so when they get here they cant reach the girl…”

Demon 2: “well Azazel said that we cant kill her but he promised me that I could fuck her and take her virginity cause that Winchester and her haven’t done it yet… I know they haven’t cause she keeps going into pre sexual encounter heat…”

Demon 1: “well we still need her as bait for that boy… but boss did tell me one thing we could fuck her up when the Winchester busts through that door…”

They laughed as they walked up the stairs and awaited their orders but you knew that from the way they were talking you weren’t gonna like what was about to happen…

Meanwhile at a little motel in Wyoming Dean and Jo were working on a plan to find you… so far they had come up with nothing… this was their 3rd day that they had been there… they had found bubkis but one morning deans phone rang as he was standing outside the room watching the dawn… but he looked at the display as he heard your voice carried through the wind… he answered the phone…

Dean: “look I know your pissed but we are fine…”

Ellen: “I’m more than pissed Sam and I are in the impala heading towards you guys. bobby is also on his way we aren’t letting you guys do this alone…”

Dean: “look guys I said to both you and Sam that I would go find her with or without you guys so we can’t do anything more at this moment…”

Ellen: “well we might be able to help with that because bobby has a clue… but we wil see you and Jo in a few hours tops… don’t worry about a thing boy…”

The call disconnected in seconds as dean soaked your voice in…  Jo came up behind him and looked around…

Jo: “my mom, Sam and Bobby are on their way aren’t they…”

Dean nodded and smiled lightly…

Dean: “I can hear Y/N singing her voice is being carried through the wind… she finished my line from what I sang last night… I hope she is ok… and I swear to god I’ll kill anyone who has laid a finger on her…”

Jo: “I’ll help but right now anger and violence isn’t gonna help anyone especially Y/N… come on inside lets get some space in here and lets spar before they get here…”

Dean shoke his head but before he could object Jo dragged his ass inside… she threw him on the ground..

Jo: “Dean stop all this depression act seriously if Y/N could see you right now, what would she say hmm she is captured yes but that doesn’t stop us from doing what we do best and that’s killing every stupid son of a bitch out there… seriously dean lighten up and let loose…”

Dean got up off the ground and knocked Jo on her ass as he smiled…

Dean: “you want me to let loose fine I will but I swear that there has to be a way for me to find her using this… I mean I can’t be the only one to hear it… next time I hear it I will follow the wind.. hopefully to find my beloved and propose to her… and kill the stupid son of a bitch who took her from me…”

Dean and Jo sparred till ellen, sam and bobby arrived… dean and jo got sat down in front of a map…

Bobby: “Ellen got this from the safe ash had put it there… five locations have been marked with Xs. Each X marks an abandoned frontier church, all mid-19th century, built by Samuel Colt. A set of iron railway lines connecting each church forms a pentagram, making a hundred-square-mile devil's trap.”

Dean: “whats right dead smack in the middle of it… that’s gotta be the area where they are keeping my girl… ive gotta go I have to find her… ok I heard her voice she finished the line I sung in the wind last night… it was brought back to me this morning… she is close by and hurt badly…”

Sam put a arm cross his brothers chest trying to stop him from reaching the door…

Sam: “Dean stop ok right in the center of that giant devils trap is cowboy cemetery it’s right dead smack in the center of Wyoming… we can’t just march in undetected although if Azazel has Y/N she may be worse than dead right now… Dean you need to know why you and Y/N can communicate through the wind… why you could hear her voice… yellow eyes not only wants me but wants her too… but he couldn’t have her or her power until he got her away from you… they have been torturing her dean and because she is tied to you by the bonds of love she is trying to reach out to you… she has a sirens song.. her voice her singing voice is her weapon… it’s why when she screams the ground shakes… I knew this because it’s how I found out… the ground wasn’t already broken that day when we escaped from that god awful hell hole she broke it to break our chains… she made me swear to keep it to myself till it mattered but I’ve been having nightmares or visions of this day for like a long time… Dean Yellow eyes is trying to make a deal with Y/N if she has his right hands baby… instead of yours…”

The look on Dean’s face went to one of shock as he stumbled back onto the bed and he placed his head in his hands as jo came up beside him…

Jo: “use the wind Dean use it to sing to her… get a message to her… do something we can’t let this happen…”

Sam: “yes but they are expecting us they know we are coming but they are expecting to start making this baby so basically raping Y/N when they hear us walking in the door to save her…”

Ellen: “Y/N is family so let’s save her… we have to save her we can’t let this Yellow eyed son of a bitch do this to her… but we also need to stop the devils gate from being opened…”

Bobby: “I think I have an idea but it’s risky… everyone thinks Sam and Y/N are dead like that yellow eyes turned them on eachother and had then kill eachother… that’s what yellow eyes thought happened… till his lackys brought him Y/N and now he is wondering maybe if Sam’s alive… but if we split up like Dean goes with jo to rescue Y/N exorcize any demonic lackys you can in any way possible… but don’t die… Sam you come with Ellen and I to the gate we need to stop whoever he has trying to open the gate from opening it and unleashing hell on earth…”

Sam: “Jo take care of Dean please make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid…”

Jo: “I can do that but no guarantees that either of us will come out of this unscathed… but we will do everything possible to make sure we all survive this with as little damage as possible… but if Azazel can let dean out of his deal than that means he must know who holds the contract... meaning maybe we can work something out to allow this not to happen…”

Dean: “im going now I will sing all the way there if I have too… just to get Y/N to know I’m on my way… if your coming that’s fine but I am getting my girl back and out of there before Azazel has his lacky breed with my girl…”

The tone of dean’s voice made everyone back off… Dean’s alpha dominance was being shown publicly and no one argued… but Jo knew jo figured that dean was an alpha he always had that way about him but right then he scared her… they made a path as Jo grabbed their bags and followed dean to the motorbike, they got on not giving a glance back as they sped off to the center of Wyoming… the center of the map…

Once there they parked the bike and looked around they tried to find out where Azazel may be… Dean removed his helmet and turned his head trying to find which way the wind was…

Jo could only hope that you got his song this time… Dean breathed in slightly as he hummed to start…

Dean: “I was thinking bout you, thinkin' bout me Thinkin' bout us, what we gon' be Open my eyes yeah, it was only Just A Dream…”

He felt the wind once again blow passed as he sat there praying it reached you… Meanwhile, you were being slapped when the wind blew passed you bringing in Dean’s words… for the first time in a while it felt like you had a little bit of strength to do what you had too… so you did…

Y/N: “So I traveled back, down that road Will he come for me, no one knows I realize yeah, it was only Just A Dream”

You let the words fly with the wind and you then used your voice to try to exorcize these dicks…

Demon 1: “that was a strange thing you did there girl… where is your boyfriend… he won’t be able to save you…”

Demon 3: “don’t worry little girl we will make sure your boyfriend lives long enough to see you get fucked and brutalized and impregnated…. Before we make him eat his own heart…”

Y/N: “well that little song that I just did is a smaller version of what I can actually do… now prepare to bleed gentlemen…”

You inhaled a big breath and exhaled it as quickly making your voice go sonic again… you watched as they crumbled to the floor holding their ears but blood kept flowing out of them… once the scream stopped the wind carried it out as a cry for help… you then started singing… you tried for a while now to put a tune to the exorcism but nothing had worked so far… so you decided to use your singing voice it was windy enough outside that it would carry your tune to Dean leading him straight to you…

As you did the demons couldn’t get up and you realized that your song wasn’t a curse it was a gift one you could see one day earning yourself a prize for talent if controlled properly… but right now it was gonna be your ticket out of there… meanwhile Dean and Jo sat there waiting in the wind but your voice came through and dean threw his helmet back on and followed your voice…

They came to the outside of the place you were being held, dean and jo got off the bike taking off the helmets and started towards the building guns in hand but these were water guns full of holy water…

Dean: “they gotta be keeping her here somewhere…”

Then they heard it..

Azazel: “night after night I come down here offering this to you and yet still you refuse to believe that your boyfriend would sell his soul for Sam and not you… well right now I have it on good authority that you made 2 of my best goons bleed earlier with your voice…”

Then it rang through… the sound of Azazel’s hand as it hit your cheek…

Azazel: “that’s for doing that first of all and second if your voice escaped and brought your boyfriend here or anywhere close you will loose your virginity sooner than not because that’s gonna happen as soon as the devils gate is opened.. no one will be able to stop us then…”

That’s when you spat in his face… he slapped you again and this time held you to the ground making you cry out in pain… Dean and Jo knelt outside the small window, Jo held dean back as they watched you get beaten and slapped and bruised…

Jo: “Dean don’t it won’t help her… we have to wait until he leaves before we can talk to her… ok just stay quiet for a few more moments…”

With Jo’s hand on his shoulder, he calmed down slightly without hesitation the first chance he gets he was gonna talk to you… after 15 minutes of watching Azazel keep you pinned as he beat you and everything they watched as Azazel once more sat you below the window and walked out of the room they waited till they heard the door slam and lock before before sticking a walkie talkie down there on the string and having it land in your lap…

You picked it up and heard a voice one that until now you had only heard through the wind…

Dean: “Y/N baby talk to me… say something please…”

Y/N: “dean you found me… but how…”

Dean: “its ok baby its ok soon you will be back in my arms soon but right now Jo and I need to get you out of there… we need to get you away from here…”

Y/N: “dean go to the door and wait for my command then you and Jo have to say it as soon as you start antagonizing them… Azazel will come down here and prtect his ‘cargo’ that’s me… or at least that’s what he calls me… and then start exorcizing those demonic bitches… ill make a deal with Azazel… that he can use me as leverage to get the gate appeased or something like that but he wont know bout his lackys… dean im so sorry bout that….”

Dean: “its ok baby girl you were my most important hunt looking for you has made me stronger… I love you, we all do and now we need to save you… Bobby, Ellen and Sam are at the gate trying to stop Jake from using the colt to open it… don’t worry baby we will kill these sons of bitches… im gonna call sam ok talk to jo for a few moments… she has been missing you as much as I have…”

Dean passes the talkie off to jo and then pulls out his phone to make the call to sam…

Dean: “Sam we found Y/N but she is hurt badly like she needs help now…. We have a plan to get her out of here but getting her to you guys to go to the hospital is a different story we are gonna do a mass exorizm and then get her away from Azazel… Azazel will be able to tell when the gate is opened… let it open we need to get him away from her…”

Sam: “ok just do whatever you have too we will kill 3 birds with 2 stones…”

Meanwhile you and Jo were talking…

Jo: “so what exactly hurts???”

Y/N: “everything it feels like ive been hit by a bus…”

Jo: “well don’t worry darlin’ we will get you out of there…”

Y/N: “Azazel wont rest he plans on taking me to the gate when its opened so he can have his minion breed with me and make demonic spawn…”

Jo: “we wont let that happen girl I promise… none of us will… now play your part girl the door is opening and hide that walkie… silence it tho… ok we love you and we wont let you down…”

As soon as you hid that walkie you watched as the door opened and Azazel came down and he laughed…

Azazel: “poor defenseless Y/N still…”

Y/N: “first of all asshole I’m not defenseless second I want to negociate did you manage to precur Dean’s contract..”

Azazel pulled out the contract as he chuckled…

Azazel: “the little girl wants to negociate… ok let’s hear it…”

Y/N: “well you will rip up and get rid of that contract and make it so he gets to live a long and happy life without any hidden clauses, in return I’ll do a spell to enslave as many meat suits within a week for your new lackys… all you have to do is promise me that after I do that list no one dies not me not dean not anyone…”

Azazel paced thinking about your deal as he nodded…

Azazel: “so how do we seal this deal?”

You sang a song that made the agreement float in the air and he looked at it…

Y/N: “its legal and binding completely unbreakable this is a witches agreement… used to make deals of our own without the help of demon shits like you… now you have to sign it in your own blood to make it legal… now do it and let Dean’s contract burn to ashes…”

You used your sirens song to bend him to your will to force him to sign the contract then to stand there and do nothing then you radio’d Dean and Jo to start the plan… which they did… the knocked on the door…

Dean: “come on out fuglies I want my girl back….”

The demons came out in a big group and Dean sprayed them with holy water and you could hear the plan being put into motion, you kept singing keeping control of Azazel you made him untie you and then you started to sing your part… to join in on theirs which you could hear…

Dean, Jo & Y/N: “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.”

You heard the sound of the lackies smoking out and you continued singing but then something broke your attention and Azazel kicked your stomach as Dean and Jo got downstairs…

Azazel: “I’ll see you at the party which is about to start… and don’t fail me doll…”

You fell to the ground as Azazel left and you groaned in pain… as Dean and Jo surrounded you…

Y/N: “we have to stop him… before he gets to sam…”

Dean: “easy babe we will stop him but we also need to keep you safe and get you to Ellen… ellen has the first aid kit… we will get you patched up babe… trust me… Jo help me… we need to get ourselves to the cemetary… we need to meet up with everyone else…”

Jo helped get you out of there and then dean held you as he smiled lightly…

Dean: “jo your driving we will keep Y/N between us if we have to we will sit her side saddle on my lap and ill hold her and you but we need to get her patched and out of here…”

Jo: “so we are screwing helmets…”

Dean: “yep that we are…”

Jo got on first and then dean sat down helping you sit between him and jo as carefully as possible making sure you were secure before taking off straight towards more danger… when you guys got there there was a ton of stuff happening, but most important thing was Sam shooting Jake in the chest 4 times…

Dean: “Sammy stop it alright he’s dead…”

Ellen and Bobby walk past Sam, with Bobby staring at him hard. Ellen switches places with Dean who walks over to look at Jake, then Sam, who wipes the blood from his face.

The six of you look over to the crypt as two separate engravings on the crypt spin in different directions, then stop.

Bobby: “Oh, no.”

Ellen: “Bobby, what is it?”

Bobby: “It's hell.”

Sam pulls the Colt from the Crypt.

Bobby: “Take cover— now!”

All six of you run behind tombstones as the doors to the crypt burst open. A large black mass erupts from the other side and shoots outward. That was it a thousand more demons in the world.. just what you all needed but as you huddled into Ellen surrounded by Jo not knowing where dean was you felt your heart drop… you had no idea what was about to happen…

black demon smoke continues to pour from the crypt, with individual trails of smoke haring off in different directions. Bobby, Ellen, Dean, Jo, You and Sam are taking cover behind some tombstones nearby.

Dean: “what the hell just happened?!”

Ellen: “that's a devil's gate. a damn door to hell.”

Ellen: “come on! we gotta shut that gate!”

Dean checks the colt for bullets. And smiles as he brings it over to you whose purched right now against a tree…

Dean: “if the demon gave this to jake... then maybe...”

thunder crashes and the yellow eyed demon appears behind Dean. he flings the colt out of Dean's hand and into his own. Dean looks astonished, getting closer to you to keep distance between you and Azazel.

Azazel: “boys shouldn't play with daddy's guns.”

Azazel throws Dean into the air, Dean lands hard against the ground but hits his head on a tombstone and lies there, stunned. You scream but it isn’t as powerful because your weak…

Bobby, Ellen, and Sam are struggling to close the crypt door. Sam looks over and sees Dean down, you being telepathically choked and then sees Azazel who looks at Sam and smiles.

Sam: “Dean! Jo get to Y/N help her… shoot the bastard do something…”

he lets go of the gate door and runs toward his brother and future sister in law… Jo chucks a ton of holy water at Azazel as Sam rushes in… Jo and Sam come up on either side of you, they surround you trying to think of a plan… Sam gets pushed back and thrown against the tree azazel laughs… you and Jo just stand there mortified by what azazel was doing to the brothers…

Azazel: “i'll get to you in a minute, champ. but i'm proud of you— knew you had it in you.”

Dean is struggling upright. Azazel throws him against a post. You screech hoping its enough but it isn’t…

Azazel: “sit a spell. so, dean... i gotta thank you. you see, demons can't resurrect people, unless a deal is made. i know, red tape— it'll make you nuts. but thanks to you, sammy's back in rotation.”

Azazel laughs watching your expression as he holds onto both brothers… you then realized he doesn’t remember what happened you run in and you stand between him and dean…

Azazel: “now, i wasn't counting on that, the little girlfriend coming to save the man who took 6 months to find you… pity… but i'm glad that sammys back, i liked him better than jake, anyhow. tell me— have you ever heard the expression, "if a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?" well honey how bout it this is my…”

Dean: “you call that deal good?”

You started giggling for you knew the truth you then pulled out the contract and smiled…

Y/N: “hey bastard look this is a witches agreement… it has the power of a demonic contract but its made by witches and signed by other people to do our bidding… such a shame that we cant undo ours the way a demon can undo theirs…”

Azazel looked at the contracts signature line and saw his own signature in his own blood…

Azazel: “well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got. and you never wondered why? i'm surprised at you. i mean... holy shit ive been sirened… spelled.. bewitched… oh well I guess a deals a deal… but know this whatever happens… you have to live with those consequences…”

Y/N: “I know you skanky son of a bitch…”

Azazel pushes passed you and approaches Dean to speak to him face-to-face

Azazel: “you saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? that was pretty cold, wasn't it?

Azazel laughs and takes a good look around making his own voice shake the skies with thunder….

Azazel: “how certain are you that what you brought back, is 100%, pure, sam?”

Sam, you & Jo stood watching, looking horrified;. in addition to watching black demon smoke fly every which way up left right, what appears to be ghosts are now also walking.

Azazel: “you of all people should know, that's what's dead, should stay dead. anyway... thanks a bunch. i knew i kept you alive for some reason. until now, anyway. i couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family.”

you watched as Azazel towered over dean. as the bastard cocks the colt and aims it at Dean, you & Jo watch as John Winchester himself… grabs the demon from behind. the body the demon possessed falls to the ground, the gun still in hand, while john and the cloud of smoke that was Azazel wrestled. the demon pushes him to the ground and enters the body once more. when he stands up, Dean was pointing the colt at him, and waits till your kneeling right beside him to pull the trigger which shoots him in the heart. the demon then falls to the ground, dead.

Bobby and Ellen finally close the gate doors and turn to see John. Dean stands up holding you and faces his dad. John walks forward, and smiles at Dean, putting his hand on Dean's shoulder. John smiles at you and you nod as both are teary, and Sam approaches; Dean and John both look at Sam, John and Sam nod at each other. with another look at Dean, John steps back and disappears into white light.

Dean and Sam look at each other, Sam comes in for a group hug between the 3 of you and no sooner had you all done that than you were all bombarded by the others who helped get you back to the impala… you and Dean sat there in private and you told Dean everything that the demons had told you..

Dean: “Y/N Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them. I took so long to find you cause I didn’t want to make a mistake and go in half cocked… plus no one would let me…. Anyway now that the gate is open I guess we have a lot of hunting to do and plus now I can ask you this question… Y/N will you marry me??”

You stumbled for a moment before nodding and then feeling a small cold piece of metal being slid on your finger… you looked down and saw a beautiful engagement ring and you smiled at Dean not realizing that your stitches had burst… Dean looked down and yelled at everyone else… the feeling of Dean holding you against him with a cold compress to your side as the impala sped its way down the road to the nearest hospital…

You couldn’t make out anything that was being said, you couldn’t tell anything that was happening the only thing you knew was the feeling of Dean’s body against your head… the compress still there dean hadn’t set you down…

Dean: “no don’t move her you move her she will bleed out please don’t do this I proposed to her tonight I cant loose her… she had gotten kidnapped a while back im FBI the old guy in the hat is my commanding officer I was doing everything in my power to find my girl.. we had made it to shoot on sight for the guys that took her… please don’t make me wait while you do this…”

Nurse: “im sorry but we cant fix her unless we move her…”

Ellen: “listen here bitch… we have been through hell tonight and these 2 kids need looking after my boy here got his head bashed he needs stitches as much as she does now if you’re not gonna cooperate then give us the supplies and we will do it otherwise admit them both have him hold her and you guys patch them up that’s a god damn order..”

Now everyone smartened up the doctors and nurses led the way dean holding onto you flipped you around facing the other side the compress still cold under his hand… the doctors placed both of you in a room having Dean sit with you on the table as they stitched him and you up and gave you a pain sedative and cleaned your wounds assessed your bruises and casted your wrist… you were in your loves arms… that’s all you cared about…

When they were all done they laid you both in a bed and let the others through… no one left no one moved no one wanted to not till you woke… it was 24 hours before you woke, at that moment you moved slightly wincing in pain. But waking up against something not cold, not hard, not scratchy, it was your fiancé’s chest…

You opened your eyes being careful of the parts on your body that hurt and you moved your hand… which made your fiancé move beneath you…

Dean: “Y/N baby its ok we are in the hospital… you were out for 24 hours… you haven’t left my side I promise… baby what happened to you down there wasn’t anything you could have controlled… you helped me rescue you and for that im grateful… and now your gonna become a Winchester and join the family permenantly not like I could have gotten rid of you even if I had wanted too… but right now you have a family surrounding you and we all love you… especially me… but the doctor said your not to do any harsh movements for a while which means your on a no hunting policy for a while… you get wedding planning instead… Jo has even offered to be your maid of honor… obviously my brother is my best man with Ellen and Bobby as our witnesses we will invite anyone who will come along and become husband and wife…”

Y/N: “but what about the devils gate it was open long enough for many demons to escape… we need to stop them all…”

Ellen: “we will darlin’ but we cant do it half ass’d we need to find each of them and exorcize every single on…”

Jo: “I say we take a family photo as a engagement photo for Y/N and Dean well a secret one anyway..”

Y/N: “Jo I look terrible and we are in a hospital…”

Sam: “its nothing if not memorable.. the same day the gate was opened my brother got engaged we have to document this moment…”

You looked at dean who smiled and nodded… everyone crowded round helping you & Dean into a comfortable position as you all got ready to take the photo… you held your left hand out in a fist towards the camera… the photo showed the ring and the love and the family… cause that’s what being a hunter is all about…

Family don’t end in blood it’s the people who surround you each day and make your life worth living that is what true family is… it’s those who will be around you even when it seems like the world is against you…

The motto is as follows and every single Winchester has had this motto for their family: SAVING PEOPLE, HUNTING THINGS, THE FAMILY BUSINESS…

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Safe & Sound

He felt his heart pounding against his rib cage as if it were about to rip out of his chest. Actually, it did feel like his heart was going to be ripped out of his chest. They had you. 

You guys were out and about enjoying each other’s company and joking around. One minute you were right behind him, arms reach away. The next moment he heard your muffled screams as he saw you being dragged into a van.

His feet were pounding rapidly against the pavement as he ran back to the apartment. He cursed himself as he searched his messy home for some keys. “Fuck, this is not the time to be-”his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud ping from his computer.

“Bring $1,000,000 to XXX in XXX in 3 hours or the girl dies.”

“Fuck,” he thought to himself angrily. He wasn’t mad because of the money, oh no he had more than enough of that and was willing to give it all up for you. He was pissed because he brought you into this mess.  

He was at the rendezvous point two hours early. Each second that passed by he felt himself become more anxious and impatient. He knew that he had no leverage so he couldn’t risk pulling any punches this time. It felt like years had passed before he saw two large black vans pull into the empty lot. How

He felt anger course through his veins, he wanted every single one of them dead. “How dare they?” The heat that was rushing through his veins was soon replaced with ice. The men had finally pulled you out and you look so tattered. Your body was covered with cuts, duct tape sealed your lips and your eyes were filled to the brim with tears. He heard his heart stopped beating; he wanted to cry, to scream. To vent all of this pent up anger and frustration somehow.

But he couldn’t. One step out of line and you could get hurt even more. Or worse.

He tossed the duffle bag filled with money over to the men and waited as patiently as he could. One of them henchmen walked over and searched the bag, counting the money and making sure there wasn’t any type of tracking devices. Seven’s patience was running thin, he wanted to run fight every single one of them for even thinking about holding you for ransom. He hated that he was at their mercy, that he couldn’t do anything more to help you.

“Boss, we’re all good.” Seven felt himself let go a breath he wasn’t even aware he had been holding. 

He watched as the henchman that had been holding you placed a tender kiss on your cheek as you flinched away from him. Seven’s eyes were ablaze and he felt himself clench his fists tightly. The man let out a throaty laugh as he pushed you towards Seven. You began taking small tentative steps towards him on shaking legs. He heard the vans start up and peel out of the lot quickly. He bolted running towards you as fast as his feet could take him.

He grabbed you and buried his face in your hair as you both sunk to the cold hard pavement, sobbing in each other’s arms. He felt his heart swell; he finally had you back in his arms. He promised himself that he would not let anything else happen to you, ever again.

It’s been a little more than a month now since that incident. In the beginning, your loving boyfriend was extremely over protective and super clingy. Not that you minded, you enjoyed being showered with his affection.

It began to slowly dwindle down and a cold front replaced it. Seven was back to working ungodly amounts of hours, ignoring you and honestly being mean. He was pushing you away. You tried to be understanding, given his past; that kidnapping probably scared him more than anything. But he was seriously hurting your feelings.

“Saeyoung, babe can we please cuddle?” you asked as you stood behind the redhead typing away furiously at his desk.

 “Are your eyes not working? I’m doing work, stop bothering me,” he replied curtly. You felt yourself flinch. He hasn’t touched you in three weeks, didn’t he miss you like you missed him?

 You were stubborn and not giving up now. You leaned over and wrapped your arms around his neck, planting soft kisses on his neck and cheek as you whined, “Babe, please”

 He roughly reached up and pushed you away from him. You looked at him, shocked to see him pissed at you? Shouldn’t you have been the one that was upset with him?

 “Can you leave me alone? You’re fucking annoying, I need to work so I can provide for your ass, the least you could do is leave me alone when I’m working.” he angrily spat. 

Anger flashed in your eyes, you took a deep breath to calm yourself down. You knew his tactics. “Saeyoung, I know what you’re doing. Stop trying to push me away. I am not going anywhere. I love you and I know you love me.”

“Do I? After everything that’s happened MC, I honestly don’t know if I do anymore. You annoy me more than anything in the world and I don’t think that’s love. I can barely stand you now.” he said nonchalantly as he turned and went to type something.

It was a good thing he couldn’t see you visibly flinch at the harsh words he threw at you. Your eyes were filled with tears as you turned. It was too much, after everything that you went through with him, after everything you went through for him? You didn’t know if you could take it. You were going to leave, maybe take some time to cool down but you needed to know one thing. “Where did I go wrong Saeyoung? What did I do to make you start hating me?” you whispered.

 He didn’t move a muscle. There was a long pause before either of you spoke. “Honestly, I’m not a fan of used goods. Maybe that’s what turned me off, sorry I guess,” he said.

You felt your entire being shatter. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, your heart was physically causing you so much pain that you had to take some deep breaths so that you could regain your composure. 

You had had enough; you sacrificed everything for this man and his love. You couldn’t deal with him pushing you away anymore. You tried to convince yourself that it was because he loved you. Honestly, what did you know? He could mean every single word that left his mouth but you were too naïve and lovesick to realize it.

You got up and began packing your bags, you would stay with one of your friends but you were not coming back here again. You just couldn’t anymore.

He watched you leave, as you went to go pack your things. Leaving his life forever. 

It was a bittersweet moment. He was happy that now you finally had the chance to be happy and safe. You could be with anyone else in the RFA or any other man. They would cherish you like you deserved to be. 

You could go out on dates and not have to watch your back. You would not need to sleep with one eye open. You could have a safe and serene life.

It was a bit sad for him, though. He had never loved anything as dearly as he loved you. He wanted to spend every moment with you but he knew he couldn’t. Not if it was going to put you in danger like he had.

He spat the cruelest things at you. He knew that was the only way to get you to leave. You loved him far more than he ever deserved to be. He was blessed and while it was short-lived he will never stop loving you.

He couldn’t be selfish. As much as he wanted you by his side, he knew you deserved better. He was a villain in real life, cruel and unforgiving. When did they ever get what they wanted? He didn’t mind playing the bad guy once again, though, as long at it meant that you would be safe and sound.

 Sooooooo you didn’t specify if you wanted fluff or angst hehehe. SO WHAT DID I DO? HOPEFULLY BREAK YOUR HEART. Well I hope. Like I said my writing skills are a bit rusty so I’m not too confident in this piece hehe. Welp, who is amazing for reading my dumb writing? Uh yeah that’s right you :D Thanks babes love you MUAH XOXO