#i am also willing to accept fluff but all this sadness has caused my brain to malfunction

[janujaja]

Okay so clearly hiding under the bad buddy tags is NOT doing me good so I would like to plead on behalf of the entire bad buddy nation and ask those talented ao3 writers to write a smut fanfiction. Thankyou.

[beneathstarryskies]

Hello! May I request a oneshot (modern au or everybody lives au pls) where Obito falls in love with reader? With the whole falling out of love w/ rin angst as well pls (I like Obito so much and I am hella jealous of Rin >:( )

Word Count: 1,517

Warnings: Angst, fluff, fem!reader

A/N: I had a lot of fun with this, and I was so tempted to make it smutty but alas I practiced self control.

The village is bathed in orange light as the sun sets over Konoha. Obito sits alone on the rooftop, his eyes trained on the stone-carved face of his former sensei. His memories of being on Team Minato play in his head.

The journey to redemption had been long and difficult. Obito expected to die helping Naruto save the world, coming to fully accept his fate. Things didn’t happen that way, instead, he found himself having to face living. It was a scenario he’d not planned for at all. Kakashi had pulled every string possible to be able to give Obito a second chance.

“It’s what Rin would’ve wanted,” Kakashi had told him.

Rin.

Obito sighs as he tries to focus on his breathing in an attempt to clear his thoughts. His attention is pulled away from the air filling his lungs when he hears your feet hitting the rooftop. He turns to you slowly, his chest blossoms with warmth when his eyes fall on your shy smile.

You’ve been gone for a couple of weeks now on a mission, and Obito felt a tugging in his chest the entire time you were gone. It’d taken him a while to realize it was because he missed you. Truthfully, it was that realization which brought him here. Trying to come to terms with what it all means. Of everyone in Konoha, you were the first to truly accept his presence. You reached out to make friends with him despite his initial insistence on keeping you at arm’s length. Little by little he felt himself warming up to you, eventually coming to crave your presence when you’re away on missions or too busy with your other duties to hang around much.

“I thought I might find you here,” you say quietly. “What’s on your mind Obito?”

“Nothing really,” he shrugs. “Just trying to clear my mind a bit.”

“Hm, me too,” you hum.

Obito smiles weakly, “How did your mission go?”

You shrug, “Boring.”

You lay your head on his shoulder and let out a small sigh. A thought was bursting forth in your brain. The words linger on your tongue, but the way Obito tenses at the closeness you’ve presented causes them to stay trapped there. You bring your head back up to study the stern eyes of the past Hokage staring back at you.

“I missed you,” Obito says finally.

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” you smile.

Obito feels his cheeks grow warm. He turns his face away from you to hide the pink dusting across his cheeks. Obito is certain by now you’ve noticed how flustered gets around you but is grateful that you don’t feel the need to point it out. There are so many things he’s grateful for where you’re concerned he lost count long ago.

You lean back on your hands, your hair falling behind your shoulders.

“Hey, maybe since I’m gonna be home for a while we should find something fun to do,” you suggest with a bright smile.

His heart pounds in his chest, “Oh yeah?”

“I could use a trip to the hot springs,” you suggest. “Or maybe we could find a carnival or something.”

“You choose,” Obito smiles.

I’d follow you anywhere, he thinks to himself as he looks at your sweet face. He wants to say it but keeps the sentiment to himself.

~

“I don’t deserve to love again,” Obito says in a hoarse whisper as he stares at Rin’s headstone.

His fingers trace over her name as light as a feather. Tears sting his eyes as he feels so consumed with guilt. He’d been willing to burn the world down for a chance to be with Rin again, but now he finds those feelings fading each day as you make a home in his heart.

Rin is always watching, he keeps telling himself. How would she feel to know he’s fallen in love with someone else? Is she watching it happen while being so helpless to stop it?

He turns these questions over in his mind until he gets the feeling he’s being watched. His hand pulls away from her gravestone to look around the grounds, finally spotting Kakashi leaning against the gate.

“I heard you were visiting the hot springs,” Kakashi says as he begins to walk toward Obito.

“We’re supposed to leave tomorrow.”

“Good,” Kakashi nods. “That’ll be good for you.”

Obito furrows his eyebrows at his friend, “Why?”

“Because you and y/n are close,” Kakashi shrugs. “Maybe this will give you a chance to bond.”

Obito’s chest feels heavy at Kakashi’s words. Was it so obvious? He shoves his hands in his pockets, pulling his eyes away from Kakashi back to Rin’s memorial.

“I think Rin would be very happy for you,” Kakashi’s voice has fallen to a soft whisper.

“Maybe,” Obito sighs.

“She would be,” Kakashi persists. “All Rin ever wanted was for you to be happy, Obito. If this makes you happy, then she would be fully supportive.”

“I don’t deserve this.”

“Love is not about deserving it.”

“What do you know about love?” Obito spits back, not even understanding why Kakashi’s words bothered him so much.

Kakashi just shrugs, as unbothered as ever. Obito groans because he knows Kakashi is right.

~

“I hope you don’t mind that I booked us just one room,” you say as Obito sets his things down. “It’s all they had on such short notice. Plus side though, we have a private onsen!”

Obito smiles, “It’s fine. We can take turns.”

You giggle, “We don’t have to do that. I trust you not to be a pervert.”

Obito’s cheeks turn bright pink. His heart pounds in his chest. Truthfully he doesn’t know if you should trust him so much. He’d never do anything to hurt you, but he’s not sure if he could stop himself from at least looking at you. Even in your usual loose-fitting clothes, he finds you absolutely gorgeous. Seeing your soft skin would be very difficult to resist.

But also, he’s scared of you seeing him. He’s still a bit insecure about the scars on his face. Your eyes never linger on the scars too much, in fact on more than one occasion you’re pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as though they weren’t even there. He’s worried this may change once you see the way they’re stretched over half his body.

You unpack your things in the room despite wanting to just strip off and jump into the hot water. Obito isn’t as neat as you. His clothes get shoved into the drawer, but he lingers awkwardly in the room once he realizes there’s no other way to get around the main purpose of this trip.

“I’m gonna get in now,” you say quickly. Obito realizes you’ve also been trying to get around it.

“Maybe you should get in first,” he suggests. “So I can’t see anything?”

“Hm, or we can just undress at the same time? That way we just won’t worry about it anymore.”

Obito swallows hard, “Are you sure?”

You laugh despite the blush on your cheeks, “We might as well. I don’t want us to spend the whole trip trying to avoid nudity. We’re at a hot spring after all.”

“I just,” Obito looks down at the floor. “You know these scars aren’t just on my face and neck.”

Your lips tighten into a frown as you step forward. Obito’s eyes slowly trail to your sad face. He’s not sure what he expected, but to feel your arms wrap around him was not it. Your lips brush against his cheek before you look up at him.

“Obito, you fool,” you say as you stare into his eyes. “I don’t care about that at all.”

Tears prick his eyes, and a knot begins forming in his throat. He opens his mouth as it becomes harder to breathe. Your eyes are so filled with adoration it’s overwhelming.

“You don’t?”

“Of course not. I was gonna wait until dinner but I guess I should just say it now,” you take a shaky breath. “Obito, I think you’re gorgeous.”

He bites back the sobs threatening to escape him, “Really?”

You lay your head on his chest to hide your flushed face, “Of course. I just didn’t know how to tell you. I-”

“I love you!” Obito blurts out as his arms tighten around you.

You look up at him with tears filling your eyes, “Obito, I love you too. I was so worried you wouldn’t feel the same way I just-”

He steals your words with a clumsy kiss. His heart feels like it’s going to burst when you eagerly kiss him back. Your hands move to tangle in his hair, and you raise on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Obito breathes you in, wanting your affection to wash over him and erase all his insecurity. By the time you pull away, both of you struggle to catch your breaths.

As your hands trace over his cheeks with a small smile, Obito can’t believe his luck.

[spices-and-cherries]

Being domestic with Benoit Blanc would include...

There’s not nearly enough content for this wonderful man and so here I am, making it myself. I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff

- You! Have! Matching! Mugs! You had seen a nice mug set for couples and had asked Benoit if he’d be okay with it. He said yes! A few months later, he had come home from a trip and surprised you with a new set. He bought them as a souvenir and thought you’d like them. Now, you have four sets. If it weren’t for the fact that you don’t really need an exorbitant amount of mugs, you’d probably have more.

- He’s messy. Not in a bad or gross way, he just tends to be disorganized. He’s one of those people who know exactly where everything is even though the place looks like a train wreck. It’s for that exact reason that you don’t go into his office very often (unless it’s to bring him a snack).

- His closet, on the other hand, is very neat. It’s most because he doesn’t have much there to begin with. He just sticks with what he likes and only gets new clothes when he really needs to. That being said, he has one drawer from your dresser just for his ties. He usually picks them out based on his mood and he takes his time to choose the right one. Pro Tip: Get him one for the holidays or for his birthday. He’ll wear it for a week straight.

- He doesn’t tend to take cases that are out of the region. He likes being in the comfort of his home and you - it helps him think better than some hotel room. He always asks if he can talk his thoughts out loud and you almost always say yes. It didn’t take long for him to start bouncing ideas off of you.

- He loves helping you out with your job just as much as you helping him. He’ll listen to you with all of his attention when you feel you need to go through your presentation just one more time. He likes to learn and likes to hear your voice. It makes him feel better about him always talking about cases - he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s taking and not giving. Of course, you’ve never thought that because you love to hear him talk and to see him get excited.

- You’ve split the chores and do as much of it as possible on Saturday. The both of you try to make it as fun as possible with music playing or having jeopardy in the background (the winner gets a forehead kiss). There is no laundry machine in your apartment, so you have to go downstairs. Folding and hanging it when it’s done, while a bit tedious, is the best part. You get to rest a little and talk about the week or anything new that’s caught your interest.

- At some point, you get a cat. He has short hair and is a sand color. His name is Sleuth. You and Benoit took almost a week to find the perfect name. You take turns feeding him and taking care of the litterbox. Sleuth is pretty affectionate and will most definitely sit on you as you cuddle on the couch. You may or may not have a folder of Sleuth and Benoit napping together saved on your phone. When you need to take five at work, it’s usually the first thing you go to. They make you feel fuzzy inside.

- You really want to have at least one plant, but Benoit doesn’t have the attention span and you’ve always had bad luck with them. You settle on a nice arrangement of cacti instead. They sit along the windowsill in the living room.

- He always let you use the bathroom first. You never really understood it so one day you dragged him in with you so you could brush your teeth together. Now, it’s a daily routine. Maybe you’ll shave at the same time or do your make-up next to him. This is also how you got him into skincare. He has very delicate skin, but he always stuck with moisturizer. You offer some of your foam cleanser and he accepts out of curiosity. He ends up liking it, so you buy another bottle. He was very touched.

- After getting sleuth, he brushes the hair off his favorite coat every morning. You end up getting him a lint roller because it was getting a little ridiculous.

- You now have an affinity for cigars. He usually smokes them outside out of concern for your shared space - not to mention Sleuth. You find that the smell of cigar smoke and his aftershave becomes very comforting. Maybe at some point you’ll give it a try. Maybe you’ll even enjoy it or decide to save it for special occasions. If you are ever curious about cigars, he would be more than happy to tell you anything you want to know.

- Benoit is sober. He finds that alcohol can mess with his brain and he doesn’t like the feeling of not being in complete control of himself or having no awareness of what’s around him. He totally respects it if you do enjoy a glass of wine with dinner or relaxing with a can of beer. For fancy occasions, like an anniversary or a holiday dinner, he may have a glass of wine and actually enjoy it. While he doesn’t have a lot of experience with wine, he does like white over red because it’s not as bitter. Either way, he’s the most content with his cigars.

- Sometimes, when the both of you can afford to stay up late, you put on a movie. While he enjoys mysteries, he has a strong affinity for older comedies and musicals. They remind him of his childhood. Some of his favorites are My Fair Lady (1964), Harvey (1950), and anything Charlie Chaplin. He also enjoys more modern comedies, not just because of the humor, but because you were the one to recommend them. He makes sure that there’s always enough popcorn and blankets and enough space for Sleuth to join you. These little dates are some of your favorites.

- You’re not the biggest fan of shoes in the apartment - you like to keep them by the door. Benoit makes an effort to remember to take his off when he comes home.

- He likes hearing you sing, whether it’s while you work or washing the dishes. He’ll try to keep as quite as possible so you won’t stop. On the rare occasion that you spot him and continue singing (you usually clam up immediately), he’ll sing or hum along.

- He’s really good at listening. If you are crying, he’ll just hold you close to him, rubbing your back or kissing the top of your head. He’ll wait until you want to talk and always knows what to say or when to not say anything at all. It’s not often that he himself will cry. If something happened at work, he won’t talk much. It doesn’t happen a lot, but you can see the tells and will let him have his space. You might have to baby him a little to get him to eat because he will forget. When the two of you go to bed, he becomes the little spoon and will melt into your arms. You’ll rub his back and run your hand comfortingly through his hair.

- He’s not super into PDA, but loves cuddles. He likes to be the little spoon when you’re on the couch taking a nap. He loves having your hands running through his hair. If you two are sitting, you’ll be resting your head on his shoulder and your arms around his. In bed, unless he’s sad, he is the big spoon. He like feeling like he’s protecting you. He will make you wear socks if your toes are cold, but finds it amusing if they end up anywhere but your feet by morning.

- He radiates heat. You end up eating less pasta during summer because for some reason it makes him almost unbearably warm. It makes him sad that you are less willing to cuddle with him as a result. But in winter, it’s a whole other story. It’s the best time to cuddle because he’s almost like a weighted blanket. Hot cocoa, blankets, a movie and Benoit Blanc equal a wonderful winter weekend. It’s also the only time of the year that you demand he holds your hand when you find yourselves outside. At first, bless his heart, he thought it was because you kept forgetting your gloves (which was partly true) and kept reminding you to not forget them - he grabbed them himself at one point. If you just tell him you want to hold his hand, he’ll understand a lot quicker.

- He’s not very good in the kitchen. You try and teach him, but at this point, it’s a lost cause. He makes up for it by cleaning up the mess after. However, if you decide to do something super easy, you like to make him wear your ‘kiss the chef’ apron because it absolutely looks better on him than you.

Please feel free to send me requests or ideas! I really liked making this one, so I might do a Part 2... 

- Simpy

[youngdreamer3214]

Oooooh can you do prompt #8 with Nightwing/Raven

8. “I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Thank you for requesting. I hope you like this.

Hurt/ Comfort and Fluff

Assume standard disclaimer.

It began as a whisper in the air, almost as if the calm before the storm. Clouds had been decorating the sky the entire day, almost like teasing the ground below not defining when they would let the soil come to life again with the rain only they could provide. When suddenly the clouds started to darken, sky turning in the darkest shade of blue almost black which contrasted with the bright, colorful lightening which started its intricate dance in the sky; the sky its stage and the thunderous roars its music.

Just like that, a storm was brewing.

A little far away, on an island another storm was brewing but this storm was inside a specific ‘T’ shaped tower, a storm of emotions willing to swallow the inhabitants of the tower  whole, mirroring the one brewing outside.

“What do you want from me, Raven?” Richard yelled at the purple haired hero in frustration, his eyes laced with tears and his heart constricting in his chest painfully. A few lamps shattered in the background but he paid no mind to it, his entire focus was on the woman in front of him.

Even after defeating her father and gaining control of her emotions, she still has outbursts like these when she is experiencing very strong emotions; her emotions mixed with the ones she is feeling from the man in front of her caused the dark haired beauty to lose control of her emotions.

She didn’t say anything, her face remained stoic but her amethyst eyes spoke volumes, they reflected every emotion she was feeling but hiding from the man, her leader when they were teenagers and now a very close friend.

Richard groaned and ran his hand through his hair tiredly while he took the sight of the enchantress in, for the umpteenth time that evening. Her now long dark raisin hair, framing her face in such a way that he wondered if it was normal to be jealous of hair for they could touch what he dreamt about holding. Her glassy amethyst eyes telling him that she was feeling everything he was too, that she was not as stoic and unemotional as she appeared to be.  

“Why Raven...After all this time, why?” He asked in a voice just above a whisper, a contrast from the loud volume his voice had just adapted to, not a couple moments before.

Raven looked at him and almost forgot to breathe with the sight of him in front of her. Every time she looked at him she could feel her heart beating faster, he was so devastatingly handsome with his deep blue eyes, which never wavered from her, a warm smile which illuminated her dark mood every time she saw it and his dark locks which she wanted to run her hand through.

But it was not just his looks which drew her in, it was his personality, the way he gained her trust, made her feel safe, trusted her even in her darkest hour, traveled to the fiery depths of hell with his arch nemesis just to get her become.

How would she not fall for him…

After denying her feeling for a quite a while, she accepted them and resolved to tell him but timing was not on her side. He had just gotten together with Kori, so she tried to move on, tried to disregard the hurt she felt every time she saw the both of them together but it increased with each encounter, it felt like somebody had shoved a dagger through her heart.

S0 she fell back into herself, avoided him as much as she could; tried to hide the hurt and the loneliness and she thought she was doing a good job of that but she couldn’t fool two people, Nightwing and Beastboy.

Nightwing, then Robin couldn’t understand why his best friend was avoiding him and he couldn’t help but feel hurt when he noticed her spending time with the green shape shifter who understood what she was feeling.

The changeling and the empath became unlikely companions, with him getting over the pain of seeing Terra again, who did not recognise him and Raven getting over seeing her best friend with the one she loves. Both were trying to move on.

Nightwing couldn’t understand the jealousy and hurt he felt every time he saw Raven hanging out with the changeling, spending time with him and giving him her rare smiles. He didn’t understand his feelings till he was caught by Cyborg who saw him giving a murderous look to Beastboy who was convincing Raven to try his tofu, both of them were laughing.

Cyborg explained to him and he realized that he was in love with Raven, he wanted to approach Raven but he knew that he had to talk to Starfire first, it would only be fair.

Fortunately Starfire understood and told him that she loved him but was not in love with him and that they would still remain friends, they both had needed to be together for a while before they could realize the difference of loving someone and being in love with someone; Tamaranians had a deep understanding about emotions, more than humans do.

He was grateful that he had a friend like her and after a lot of urging from her side he told her about his feelings for Raven and was shocked when she was delighted for them.

He wanted to approach the young empath but always held himself back in the fear of rejection; he thought that the empath was romantically involved and it was natural to assume so with the time they spent together also.  

So he opted for a way in which he would not have to fear her to reject his feelings and if she didn’t have feelings for him then he wouldn’t like a complete fool in front of his best friend and his friendship with her would remain intact without any weirdness.

The titans were moving on with their lives; new young heroes were coming in to take their place. Kori was going back to Tamaran for a couple of years; she felt a little homesick but promised to come back as soon as she could, Cyborg was now working with the League and Beastboy was staying back to train the new heroes.

Robin had donned his new alias, Nightwing with his younger brother taking his current one; he was moving to a new city and becoming a solo vigilante or a duo if she would agree.

He wanted to ask Raven to come with him, he knew that she was still pondering over what to do next and he hoped that maybe he could try for her to come with him.

He asked her with so much hope in his eyes that all the half demon wanted to do was say yes, drop everything and leave with him, the man she still loved but she couldn’t, she had promised the changeling that she would stay with him, her promise did not let her say yes to the man, her and Changeling had formed a companionship, he had been there for her when she needed someone and he had done his best to lift her spirits whenever she was feeling sad or whenever she saw Robin and Starfire together.

They were not romantically involved but the unlikely friendship that had formed between them did not allow Raven to abandon Beastboy, when he was alone; she knew that he was sad that everyone was moving on and this was time for her to be there for him just like he had been there for her.

So she declined Nightwing’s offer, leaving him with a broken heart and the assumption that she was dating Beastboy. He left the very next day, realizing that he was too late and that her heart belonged to someone else.

Over the course of a few years, Raven and Nightwing remained cordial with each other, they tried to move on and date other people but their hearts belonged to each other, only they both were stubborn and did not speak to each other about this, only taking each other’s whereabouts through their friends.

Finally Beastboy convinced Raven to reveal her feelings to the boy wonder and now here they were after she told him that she wants to go with him, if the offer he gave her 3 years ago was still available.

Nightwing was surprised by her change of mind, he was happy but the pain which had gathered in his heart in these years had come to his lips and he couldn’t stop them to be bare in front of the empath.

“Because I want to be with you.” She said taking a step towards him, not answering his first question; when all she wanted to shout was that she only wanted him and his love.

He took a step back, this action of his hurt her but she didn’t say anything; she knew how many emotions he had bottled up just like she had and it was important for them get everything out in the open before they move on together.

“Why now, Raven? Why not three years ago? When I asked you to come with me then?” Nightwing asked hurt from her rejection surfacing. A little anger also started blooming in his heart, angry that someone who was not him had her heart, angry that because someone else took his place.

“Richard I-” She started but was interrupted by him.

“Is it because I am your last option?”

She was a little shocked by his angry question, but before she could say anything more, he started speaking again actually not giving her time to reply.

“Why do you want to be with me?”

“Why, Raven?”

“Why?”

“Tell me!”

Before he could speak again, Raven angered by his question said in a loud voice “I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?” Suddenly everything stopped, the storm of emotions surrounding them fell silent it was almost like they were the eye of the storm.

“Because if you did then yes, I love you Richard John Grayson.”

She was angry now and started taking walking towards him, who was standing on the other side of the room, her room actually, shocked by her confession; his brain almost crashed and it was taking time for him to process her information.

“I couldn’t come with you because my friend needed me, the one friend who brought me out of my shell, the one who was there for me when I was struggling with my feelings for you needed me…so tell me how could I abandon him.”

“F-feelings for m-me?” he asked, the information slowly seeping in him. His heart was bursting with joy and all he desired was to kiss her senseless but it seemed as if the rest of his body was slow to catch up.

“Yes, wonder boy I have liked you since I was 17.” She said blushing a little. He smiled at seeing her pink face and completed the distance between them taking her hands in his, losing himself in her amethyst eyes and asked “Why didn’t you tell me Rae?”

“You were dating Kori then Richard.” She said softly.

“I broke up with her because I realized that while I loved Kori, I was in love with you Raven.” He admitted softly while lifted her hands to place kisses on them, making her heart beat faster with his confession and her face turn red.

“Was?” She teased and his smile got wider, he left her hands only to wrap his arms around her waist while she squealed a little and placed her hands on his chest feeling his muscles flex, pulling her close to him, inhaling her intoxicating vanilla and lilac scent. He leaned down to look into her eyes and said with all emotion he could muster knowing that she would be able to feel them “I love you Raven…I am in love with you.”

“I am in love with you too.” She confessed earnestly, her eyes flashing with all the love she has for him. With that his lips came down to hers and white hot lightning surged through both of their veins.

The storm which came as a threat swallow them whole now become a witness to the union of two souls, two birds of one feather, who yearned for each other and now were finally one.

[apotatomashedbybts]

But You Do...

[GENRE: fluff, angst 

Pairing: Kim Namjoon × OC (reader) 

Word Count: 3.4k+ 

*Italics are used to indicate the past incidents* 

Warning: Explicit depiction of verbal abuse and unhealthy family relationships] 

[Summary: Lee, an ordinary girl, with an ordinary wish to have a loving family. But not always all wishes come true, not even the simplest ones. She still has to know that family doesn't always mean the same, it could be a single person too.] 

{A/n: *sigh* I came out of my another session of procrastination! I hope you will like this chapter! Please do comment or send me an ask telling me about your opinion about this! Thank you for reading! Love you 💜 

Tags: @njssi and @intheruinsofmyown 

The alarm clock pulled Lee out of her dreamless sleep earning itself a groan from her. "Why did I even put on the alarm in the first place?" She thought to herself irritatingly and pulled the blanket closer, clearly attempting to get some more sleep. After about half an hour, she woke up to check the time. With half closed eyes she saw that it was 10:30am and thought to herself, "Ah! I will sleep for 30 minutes more." Then rolling over she stuffed her face into the pillow and went back to sleep again. She woke up with a start, head still dizzy from sleeping so much, and looking at her mobile she noticed that it was 2:45pm. "I will sleep for five minutes more. I am not that hungry yet." She convinced herself and like that her five more minutes turned into a few more hours and when she finally woke up the sun had already gone down and she was hungry like a wolf. Pulling herself out of the bed she took a quick shower and decided to eat outside because she wasn't feeling like eating that hotel's food tonight.  

Walking through the crowd of returning office workers she sighed heavily. She wondered if her life would be like that too where she could return back to her family at the end of the day. But again the memories of family only pained her and that's why she took this decision to begin with. She told herself that days will get better and stopped in front of a tteokbeoki shop. Inhaling the savoury scent she walked in smiling and took an empty seat in the corner. As Lee made herself comfortable and waited for the waiter to approach her a group of cheerful young boys and girls entered the shop and took the empty table that was just opposite to her's. She tried to ignore all the ruckus that they were causing but then suddenly her eyes caught something which made her heart participate in a tantrum along with her brain. "Holy fuck! I totally forgot that Linda's distant friends are coming today for the late bachelorette party! Oh God why are you doing this? Why here of all places?" Her body reacted involuntarily and she moved to the opposite seat where her back was facing at them. She prayed hard to go unnoticed by her sister and thanked God that she decided to wear the new hoodie tonight that none of her family members had seen yet. Putting on the pollution mask she shook her legs anxiously as the waiter reached her to take the order. She pulled away her mask slightly and almost tried to whisper out the words - out of fear that her sister would recognise her voice - and said, "I'll order a tteokbeoki to go please. And also please make it quick. I am actually in a bit of hurry." And displaying a constipated smile she went back to her anxious leg-shaking session. . Lee couldn't remember when was the last time she had walked so fast. It was as if a psycho killer was on a hunt for her. Releasing her body on the bed she took in the much needed breath and sighed loudly. "Why do I always find myself running away from the ones I love? Why am I so unlucky?" She asked the unknown entity and wiped away the tears that had started to fall.

"Come on mom! You can't do that! You know that Lee is allergic to flowers! If you are planning on decorating the whole venue with flowers then you are definitely doing a mistake?" Lee could hear her brother argue with her mom from inside her room. She just felt bad for her brother that he had to argue for her. In this family only her brother was the one who had ever supported her. Though her father empathised with her but he never visibly supported her, at least never in front of his wife. "What do you mean by I am doing a mistake? An wedding venue without flowers? It's our Linda's wedding! You know how much she likes flowers! Of course I am going to decorate the whole venue with flowers!" Mrs. Seo retorted. "Then at least don't make her the maid of honour! She shouldn't even attend the wedding. Mom! You will kill her!" Lee could sense the extreme anger in his voice. She just wanted to go out and stop them but she knew that it would only make everything worse. So she decided to go back to what she was doing - searching for potential jobs online. "See Logan, it's totally Lee's fault that she is allergic to flowers! And she IS going to be the Maid of Honour, no matter what! There's no one who is willing to take the pressure of that position! So swallow it and shut up. I have work to do." Saying this she went to her room humming happily, a happiness that came from victory.

Logan turned around, frustrated because of the evident defeat, and noticed that Linda was leaning on the kitchen door with a lollipop in her mouth. It was quite clear from her expression that she watched the whole argument and was quite happy with how it went. It didn't take much time for Logan to understand what was happening, so he went straight upto her and asked, "It was you, wasn't it? How could you?" She rolled her eyes and taking out the lollipop from her mouth, replied, "Me? What did I do? Why are you charging me?" "Come on! Do you think I am a fool who can't see through you? You are the reason behind mom being stubborn!" Logan replied after scoffing. "So what? It's my fucking wedding! I like flowers and I will decide who my maid of honour will be! It's none of your business! Fill your wedding venue with plastics and stay away from ruining mine!" Logan looked at her frustratingly as she turned on her heels and went into her room after saying all these. A defeated sigh made its way out of his lungs and Logan turned around to go back to his room only to find Lee standing outside her door and looking at him - a look that he could recognise right away, a look that he was habituated to see since he was mature enough to understand - with sadness and gratefulness. She walked up to him and ruffling his messy hair smiled at him with adoration. "I am sorry. It's my fault that you have to go through this all the time." She said choking back the tears. "It's not your fault! It never was!" He replied, and looked away sighing. "Okay! Leave this. Let's go get some ice cream outside! Hmm? My treat!" She looked at his face with a pleading look. A desperate try to calm him down sat down in her heart. He just nodded and smiled, trying hard to not make his sister more upset. Since he was a child, the difference in treating his oldest sister and the others in family was quite apparent to him and he couldn't help but protest against it. He loved his oldest sister dearly and could understand how miserable she felt but his opinions regarding Lee had always been next to nothing for everyone else in the family.

"Ah! The weather is so nice today! Which flavour should we get?" Lee asked with a cheery smile and looked through the menu placard. "I want the vanilla ice cream with honey!" Logan said, pointing to the one he wanted. "Okay then! One vanilla ice cream with honey and one rainbow cone, please." Lee ordered with a polite smile.

Instead of returning right away, they sat on the swings in the nearby park and talked while eating the ice creams. "Are you sure that you will be okay with this?" Lee could understand that Logan was never going to stop worrying but there was nothing she could do too. So she accepted her fate, her mother's judgement. "I'll be fine. Don't worry! I'll go through this just fine! You should worry about yourself. Aren't you going on a date with your crush, Belle, tomorrow? Let me give you some useful tips!" Lee winked at her brother. "Ah! Stop, I will just deal with it right! And restrict yourself from thinking yourself as some kind of love guru, ha ha ha, you are the one here who needs an advice." Logan burst out laughing while leaning towards his front. "You are such a brat! I am not talking with you! Hmph!" Lee turned her head to the other side showing fake anger. Her brother's small teasing were one of the few things that kept her happy and these felt a lot better than her mother's hurtful words. Logan knew what would make his sister turn her face towards him. He began swaying the small bowl of half-filled ice cream in front of her nose and started luring her, "Ummm this flavorful ice-cream would just go to waste of I don't finish this right now. I am just gonna gulp this down like water and may be not share this with Lee-the-food-monster. Hmm hmm I should do that." And started taking it back real slowly. Lee just couldn't let the opportunity slip away - she snatched the small bowl from her brother's hand and putting a spoonful in her mouth shoved her half finished cone in Logan's hand; these small yet significant things are what made their sibling love stronger. .

"Oh so you are back! Done spoiling your own brother? What good have you ever done? What will you ever do with that evil brain of yours?" The stone storms started as soon as they stepped through the door. Their mother was just waiting for them to "place them on the right track'.

"At least I won't bully my own daughter!" Lee replied and suddenly loud cheers and the song La-da-da-da-dah /It's the one and only D-O-double-G started playing in the background and someone put black sunglasses on her eyes and a cigar in Lee's mouth .

"Are you even listening to what I am saying? Whenever I am seeing you, you are always staring into the space and daydreaming!" The shout from her mom pulled Lee out of her trance and she blinked her eyes several times realising that it was only her imagination. She sighed loudly and stayed silent - after all her replies would only get more replies back.

Her mom shook her head in frustration and said, "I can't stop you from being a disappointment but do me a favour and go to sleep! Next week is your sister's wedding and the last thing I would want is to get blamed for your horrible looks. And Logan, dear, stop hanging out with her so much honey, it's for your betterment." Piercing this words through Lee's heart Mrs. Seo went back to her room.

"Hey, let's go to sleep okay? Good night!" Lee wished her brother in a shaky voice and went inside her room in a hurry. Logan knew what she was going to do now but he had nothing to do so he whispered a small 'I love you' to her before she closed the door behind her. Switching off the lights she curled into a ball on her bed. She did this every time she got hurt by her mother. By this time she should have gotten used to all of these but still she wasn't. All she ever wanted was a loving family, a loving mother like they show in the TVs, like her friends had. She wanted to hear loving words but all she ever heard from her mother was how she wanted to die because of her. The silent screams that faded into the darkness were the only companions she had and sometimes she didn't even mind them.

~Wedding day~

Lee hummed happily while getting ready for her sister's big day. The main reason was though not the wedding, it was her job confirmation that she received last night. She had to move to Seoul for it next month and she had decided to share the happy news with everyone at evening while giving toast. She hurriedly made a few important calls reminding all the bridesmaids to arrive at the venue sharply at 11 am and went to have her breakfast before doing her make-up. She was alone at her house because her mother had strictly told her to arrive at the venue just half an hour before the ceremony began and she herself had drove away to the venue along with the others at dawn. Though surprised at such a weird order Lee dared not to question her mother so she had kept shut and stayed back. Arriving at the venue Lee looked into every arrangements carefully and though she had taken her medicines in the morning, the presence of so many flowers were not being her friend at all. Displaying a troubled smile she went in to bring the bride and corrected the order in which everyone was going to enter the altar. She was going to enter the venue alone right after bridesmaids and ushers. She smiled to herself nervously and entered when suddenly a bucket full of pink rose petals fell on her. She was surprised at first then horrified after realising what just happened. A few seconds passed by before her eyes blurred out slightly and she noticed her mom smiling with satisfaction. She quickly walked to the altar to take the inhaler secretly and waited impatiently for the bride and groom to take their vows. After the completion of vows she quickly walked over to her mother and said, "Mom, can you please come with me to the guestroom?" Her mom sighed reluctantly and followed who was followed shortly by Logan. "What is it?" Her mom demanded. Lee rummaged through her bag frantically for her medicines but there weren't any. She remembered that she had forgotten to buy the refills and cursed herself mentally. She turned around to face her mother who had an unpleasant look on her face. Lee took the inhaler sharply and asked, "What is it? Are you asking me that question seriously? Is this some kind of sick joke? See mom, I know you don't like me but you didn't have to do this!" Her mom displayed a shocked expression and replied, "What do you mean? That was only because I wanted to create a beautiful moment for you!" "Are you even listening to yourself mom? Sorry for talking to you like this but you have lost your mind! The thought of 'creating beautiful moments' for me never crossed your mind for even once in all these fucking years and now you are doing this in front of everyone when you are clearly aware of the fact that I am allergic to flowers! You know very well how they affect me!" Lee started breathing heavily after saying all these without a break and noticed her brother entering through the door quietly. "It's totally your fault that beautiful things never suit you! How can a human being can be allergic to such beautiful things? This shows how bad of a soul you are! It feels so unbelievable that I gave birth to a child like you! What wrong have I ever done to have you? Look at your sister! And look at you! You can see the difference, right? Why don't you kill me already! Or die yourself! Seriously I can't stand you in front of my eyes! And as I have never, I will never love you in the future! You are just a curse! And yes I did this flower thing only to see you in pain!" Lee felt like her mother was shooting daggers at her that pierced right through her heart and the last sentence was the last shove to all the daggers. The last thing she heard before dashing out of the room was her brother saying, "Mom, that's enough! You have crossed your limit!" .

Lee woke up from her curled up position with a start when her phone started to ring loudly. She furrowed her eyebrows at the unknown number and picked it up reluctantly. "Hello? Is this Seo Lee?" A soothing careful voice spoke from the other side of the phone. "Dr. Kim Namjoon?" She asked surprised. "H-how? How did you know it's me?" Asked an even more surprised Dr. Kim Namjoon. "How can I ever forget such an endearing and soothing voice?" Lee whispered to herself. Not catching what she said Dr. Kim replied, "Sorry.. what did you say?" "Ah! Nothing, nothing. It's just that I remember your voice! By the way how did you get my number?" Embarrassed, Lee answered quickly to avoid the topic. "Actually I think you haven't noticed yet but you dropped your wallet at Nari's Tteokbeoki! I was here by chance today and found it lying on the bench. To find the owner I looked into it, sorry for that, and found out your identity card." He explained calmly. Hearing what he said Lee looked around her as if to confirm that she was really missing her wallet. Not finding it she facepalmed and asked herself mentally, "Why am I even doubting him?" and said humbly, "I am so sorry that you had to go through this because of me. Can you please tell me where you are then I can come and pick up my wallet?" "Of course, I am right here at Nari's Tteokbeoki! I thought may be you live somewhere near and that's why I didn't go anywhere else. I'll be waiting right here! Please take your time." He replied politely. "Thank you so much. I am hanging up now. See you soon Dr. Kim." Lee replied happily and hung up.

Heaving a relieved sigh Lee rose up to look herself in the mirror and started humming a song that she had listened to recently. She didn't know why but she could sense that she was really happy that she was getting to meet Dr. Kim. She never thought that she will see him again but the situation made it possible and her heart fluttered for an unknown reason. She decided to keep the feeling; she wanted to feel the happiness she was feeling right now without caring whether it'd hurt her later or not.

Reaching outside the tteokbeoki place she looked around and inside carefully to see if Linda and her friends were still there and sadly they were. "For how long are they gonna stay here? Geez!" Lee thought to herself and went to the alley beside the shop. She took out her phone to call Dr. Kim when a tap on her shoulder startled her and made her turn around with a start. The surprised look on the handsome man's face before her made her calm down a bit and she scratched the back of head embarrassingly, repeating a train of sorry-s. "You don't have to apologize so much, ha ha. Here, your wallet. I am glad that I found it otherwise it could have went to some bad people's hands." Dr. Namjoon Kim replied smiling. Lee looked at his smiling face and wondered how a human being could be so ethereal. The heart that was thumping madly until now out of fear was still thumping but for another reason.

"L-let me treat you to coffee tomorrow if you are free!" Lee blurted out before she could even realise and crossed her fingers mentally wishing to not get rejected. "Sure! Let me walk you home then!" He offered, the angelic smile still hung on his lips. "No no, it's totally fine. It's not far from here and the place is always busy too! So there will be no problem at all. I'll reach home safe! You already did a lot!" Lee blabbered out, still contemplating the fact that he agreed to her offer and also not wanting him to find out that she was staying at a hotel. "Okay then.. reach home safely okay? I'll text you when I'll be free tomorrow. See you later. Bye!" He said and waved cheerfully before turning away and disappearing into the crowd. A happy sigh came out of Lee's lungs and she asked herself, "Why did I bring up the coffee suddenly?" The answer was clear, "Because I want to see him again."

                               (To be continued...)

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You Have Created A Monster

Summary: Dean x Reader, fluff, kid-related fluff, fluff w/ some angst. You are temporarily incapacitated and Dean offers to help you with a task. Sam is around as well.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Trigger Warnings: Mention of a chronic, painful injury, physical disability, single-parent issues, death of a loved one

Word Count: 1900-ish

A/N: This is for Taylor aka @impalaimagining​’s “Things Nobody Likes Challenge” in honor of her Birthday! My prompt is “styling hair”. Thank you Taylor for your awesome beta-reading skills and Happy (Pre-) Birthday!!

Even after you insisted that you could manage alone, Dean and Sam had stuck around for a couple of days. Dean even showed you some extra kindness by offering to help you shower, before you declined (with some hesitation). The braces on both wrists were supposed to ease your ongoing carpal tunnel pain. Consequently, being nearly squeezed to death by the snake-like tendrils of an Echidna monster hadn’t helped your situation.

You were honestly having a pity party, yourself as the Guest of Honor. You were a grown-ass woman, used to doing everything yourself and most things for other people, including Maya, your six-year-old daughter. The current obstacles was styling her hair before an important visit. With the numbness in your fingers, the weakness in your arms, it was difficult to just make a straight part through her forest of dark, unruly curls. In frustration, you directed her to go watch her favorite tv show and laid back on the bed, accepting defeat.

Minutes later, there was a rhythmic knock at the door.

“You better be careful letting Maya hang with Sam,” Dean said after opening the door. “He’s telling her about The Neverending Story and the Dark Crystal. It’s an old-school nerd takeover. We better get in there before it’s too late.”

“He also introduced her to The Care Bears,” you said in Sam’s defense.

“Yeah - those things are pure evil. Nothing can be that happy all the damn time.”

Dean was dressed in a midnight blue t-shirt and jeans. His feet were bare on your hardwood floor, and his hair was still wet from the shower. You tried to ignore the delicious, toned muscles of his arms and attempt blindness to how good he looked in your bedroom.

“Oh, she’ll be fine. I’m the one who always ends up hurt when you guys show up.”

You were aware of how whiny you sounded, but you didn’t care.

“And we always save your butt. Like when an Echidna is going for the kill,” he reminded you. He was not having any of your bullshit that day. There would be no pity parties on his watch. “Besides, I think you like me patching you up. There are better, less dangerous ways to get me to touch you, Y/N. You can cut out the middle-man, or monster, in this case.”

“Maybe another time, like when my ex’s mother isn’t on her way to pick up my child. That woman is not my biggest fan, you know.”

“She’s obviously not right in the head.”

You needed the laugh that created. Dean’s loyalty to his friends, you included, was one of your favorite things about him.

“Yeah, she blames me for Jason’s death.”

“You know that wasn’t your fault, right?”

You nodded in agreement, though it still hurt.

“You did an amazing job with her.”

He was doing it again. You were perplexed, but reluctantly invested in how proud Dean acted toward you and Maya.

“Move over,” he softly directed. You made room on the bed, but stubbornly stayed lying down. The familiar, warm and flirty scent of your body wash drifted from Dean’s skin.

“How’s the web-shooters?” He asked.

“Fine,” you lied. “How’s your ribs?”

“Just peachy…I’ll live…Hey, I have a question about Maya.”

“Okay, what’s up?”

“Don’t take this personal but, what’s going on with her hair today?”

“Her hair?”

“Yeah, it’s always so…uh, neat. And now it’s…kinda not your style?”

“Oh God, even you noticed it! The witch will use it against me, just watch.” The panic began setting in.

“What can I do?”

“Give me a spell that would make my daughter’s grandmother a nicer human being? Otherwise - I got this. I just have to wrestle my child’s hair into submission, as usual.At least this is not the stupidest injury I’ve had. That was when I coughed so hard I blew a blood vessel in my eye. I actually made up a monster story to cover up my lameness.“

“Speaking of lameness…Y/N, I know you’re not okay.” His voice felt deeper, richer as it trickled down to you. “Come on, let me help you.”

“Help me with what?”

“Your daughter’s hair.”

You were about to laugh when you looked up at his face. He was serious. Her clothes and other needed items were packed. Her hair was really the last thing you needed to complete. That was your parental job. How did he think he could just…do it? He had no clue. You imagined what a bird’s nest he would leave on Maya’s head and inwardly cringe. Dean was good at many things, but this didn’t seem to fit his skill set.

“I gave my brother all of his haircuts growing up…”

“That’s nice, but not exactly…”

“How much time you got?”

You checked your cell phone. “Oh shit, 38 minutes!”

"Well, it’s either me, Sam, or it doesn’t happen. Or Maya could do it herself. I’m sure she’ll love that,” he said with a knowing smirk.

You cringed more remembering that time she put a bag of melted gummy bears in her hair…

“I can do it,” you insisted, willing yourself to sit up against the headboard with painful effort.

“I know how you are, but I can help.”

“How am I?”

“You know. You’re very DE-tailed.”

You couldn’t argue too much with his assessment.

“Exactly! I got this,” you repeated.

“Okay, if you insist,” he said, obviously not believing you because he had a working pair of eyes, and brain.

With perfect timing, Maya ran into the room with the sparkly pink container that held her hair accessories and climbed onto the bed.

“Mom, did you pack me some deodorant?”

“Maya, we’ve been over this. Your cousins are older than you, so they can wear deodorant. You, ladybug, do not need it.”

“I’ll just ask Grandma to buy me some,” she said dismissively.

“I love this kid,” Dean laughed. “Guess what, Sweetie? Your mom’s ready to do your hair,” Deans added, then he got comfy against the headboard, arms crossed, ready for a show.

“I want everything purple to match my outfit,” your child announced.

“Sure, ladybug – let’s get started.”

You sat her between the two of you, handed her a tablet for her to watch her favorite animated movie, and began. The results were sad. The wrist splints were awkward, getting in your way. You took them off and tried again. Damn!!! It HURT to do the smallest movement, even one you’d done numerous times before. Maya’s thick head of curls was normally a thing of beauty, but at the moment, it was just a source of torture.

Your cellphone decided to ring at the worst time. Reaching for it and answering was out of the question. Dean grabbed it.

“The Evil Grandmother,” he said, and swiped to answer the call before you can protest. “Hello…She’s in the bathroom…Yes, Mrs. Bridges. This is Dean…Yes, THAT Dean…No, but wouldn’t it be nice if I did? Yes, Ma’am. I will be sure to tell her.”

“What did she say?”

“She wanted to remind you that she is picking up her grandchild. She knows you have an awful memory for things. And she asked if I was now living here.”

You reached over and whispered in his ear.

“You know she’s convinced that I cheated on Jason with you and somehow, that caused his death…She watches way too much I.D. Channel. We weren’t even together-together when it happened.”

“Ha! Tell her that I was not the homewrecking side chick…” he started before looking at a very attentive Maya and then lowering his voice. “…That would be her son, since I met you first.”

He was opening the door to the inevitable discussion you needed to have. Unfortunately, this was…

“Not the time, huh?”

“Pretty much. But you win, I need your help!”

Having already expected this outcome, Dean rubbed his hands together, promptly grabbed the chair from your writing desk, bringing it bedside.

“Your Mom is allowing me the privilege of doing your hair today.”

Maya did a double-take, but moved to the chair when she saw you nodding that it was okay.

“Okay, but you gotta hurry. Grandma is gonna be here soon,” she told Dean before picking up the tablet again. Dean looked at you in surprise and you just laughed.

You were doing it again. The affection you had attempted to bury was digging itself up, cleaning itself off, and gaining oxygen and space.

Dean grabbed his weapon of choice, the hair comb.

“Okay, I’m going in.”

The comb edge made contact with the top her head. He was always so gentle, you knew you need not worry, but he was also so slow that you couldn’t help it. It was like he was afraid to break the child.

“How’s that?” Dean asked and stepped back from his work.

“That’s perfect…If the middle of her head was on the left,” you teased. “Try again Daniel-san,” you gave your best Mr. Miyagi voice.

Dean huffed at you in frustration, stretched his neck, rolled his shoulders back. He was ready to do battle again. As a hunter, whether it was fighting, shooting or working some kind of magic - Dean always made things look easy, almost effortless. You couldn’t remember when you’d last seen him concentrate as hard on something, as he was with Maya’s hair.

“Sweetie, can you turn around and look at me?” He asked.

“Like this?” Maya said, immediately turning to face Dean.

“Perfect. Sit still for second, please.”

Using her nose as a guide, he used the length of the comb to measure what should be the middle of her head. Once he marked his spot, he had her turn around and continued the parting line down the back of her head.

“Done!” he announced in triumph at the perfect straight line he’d created.

“Bravo! I think you did it even better than me on a normal day,” you said sincerely.

Sam walked in from the hall, clapping his hands, causing Maya to do the same.

“Great start, brilliant – what other tricks can you pull off Houdini?”

“I could put you in a headlock,” Dean offered. “But this lovely young lady has all my attention right now.”

You directed Dean on how to make a ponytail. After overcoming some roasting from Sam, he finished with time to spare. It all ended in success with two nice, not-quite-perfect, but passable, pigtails on Maya’s beautiful little noggin.

“Not bad. I guess those videos helped,” Sam said, while Dean gave him a dirty look.

“What videos?” You asked.

“He’s been on YouTube watching some ‘Daddies doing their daughters’ hair’ videos. He didn’t tell you?”

***

A couple of weeks later, on a lazy Sunday morning, Maya jumped into your bed, effectively waking you up in a whirl of kid-energy and excitement.

“Mom! Dean did my hair again. I look like a mermaid unicorn!”

You blinked, trying to get a better look. It was…interesting.  Lots of ponytails, colorful barrettes, and ponytail holders everywhere. Maya was overjoyed. You realized you had created one hairstyle-patenting monster in Dean Winchester. Maya’s new hairstyle was a hot-ass mess.

And also one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen.