#like wow punching the bby felt great

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

Orellia after punching Herald twice in one interaction: you know maybe I was a little mean to him

[lyss-butterscotch]

btw im obsessed over furina too shes literally just me and if you by aaany chance wanna ramble about her feel free to, tis an invitation. if not thats fine too! boop

Omg kiki hi!!! You have no idea that i just like buried my face to a pillow cuz oh gee golly gosh oh sovereigns above this girl. THIS GIRL.

[Obvious spoilers for fontaine archon quests and furinas story quest]

Literally abnormal about her she deserves all in the world. We have hands to give furina pats on the head we can speak so we can tell furina she did it i am so jdhdjsyshjsjsjsn waaaaaaaaa

I love how they paced her characterization throughout each patch, idk i just feel like its well paced. The first patch shows that shes all bark and no bite. All the flare all the drama with neuvillette being the one truly working the system (you can see it in the patch art too!). I just couldnt understand how she is oh so shamelessly show offy when she literally has nothing to show for but her title like damn i felt bad for neuvillette for dealing with her. But the way she falters and hesitates, just makes you think theres something else going on. But i still felt like she HAS a bite, she just for some reason doesnt use it so i was just expecting her to break and show power later on.

Then act two. Man i never wanted to punch a character so bad like arlecchino LEAVE HER ALONE MAN SHE DOES NOT DESERVE THIS SLANDER. Its when i start to think shes not the god after all. She keeps saying she has plans but its 'secret', as much as i wanna defend her arlecchino was right. She has nothing to show for, she has no plan, no act to help fontaine so what is there to defend? But she CLEARLY cares for the prophecy so WHY ISNT SHE DOING ANYTHING. Arlecchino saying that furina might not be a god after all just makes me even more insane about the plot. Like okay theres no way the gnosis isnt in the oratrice and neuvillette is the sovereign so what the hell is going on with furina???

Then the final patch. Omg oh god oh golly oh my lords above. I hate how even as she got duped into a trial she is still trying to keep up her bark. The way she says 'THE TRIAL OF THE HYDRO ARCHON SHALL NOW BEGIN' with so much fervour like she is STILL trying. It made me think shes gonna reveal some super important bg plot shes been working on to make us go 'wow she really is a great archon'. BUT THEN. BUT THEN SHE GETS OUTED FOR NOT KNOWING WHY THE ORATRICE LET OUT A WRONH VERDICT, NOT WANTING TO SHOW OFF HER HYDRO POWERS, AND BEING AFFECTED BY PRIMORDIAL SEA WATER???

Like at that point i think furina youre done. Its over. But the way she cried and begged for people to believe her still WAAAAAAAA. LIKE GIRL WHY ARE YOU STILL TRYING STOP THIS HURTS TO WATCH. Then she goes full catatonic once the trial is over urgh bby no :(

AND THEN THE WHOLE FOCALORS LORE DROPPED AND LITERALLY EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE, ALL HER DRAMA AND BARK MAKES SENSE. AND THE WAY IT REVEALS THAT NOT ONLY DID FURINA ***NOT*** KNOW FOCALORS' PLAN, IT ALSO MEANS SHE THOUGHT THAT HER FAILING THE TRIAL MEANS ***SHE*** WAS GONNA BE THE REASON FONTAINE WAS GONNA DROWN. AAAAAAAGAFAFDAADFAGAAGSHS

I hate how focalors specified that furina had to act like 'how people think gods act' and not just 'act like a god'. I hate it. I hate how she was trying to be nice but in fear that itll blow her cover she had to shine brighter to blind the people, when there was nothing to show underneath it. Dies dies dies!!!!!!!!!

As much as i hate that they didnt really show furina moving out of the palais mermonia. I think its fitting. How shes so tired of all the flair she has to put up she really just... wanted to leave. Be done with it. No flare just slips away silently.

Im glad that she and neuvillette is still in good terms, i think atleast after 500 years of putting an act together + neuvi finding out the shit she had to go through, he'd atleast have some form of camaraderie or respect for her. The fact that he is supportive of her being involved in a performance after she moved out is so waaaaaa she deserves it!!!! I think its clear that despite her needing a break, performing what she wants is something she likes to do and im glad she has something thats entirely her own going on for her :)

Also also la vaguelette is the song ever. I hope hyv is happy that they made a song that can make me cry 1 second in. Literally best song after yunjins opera song. They did not hold back and my heart weeps everyday.

Also the fact that now she just eats macaroni everyday is a mood. Boop

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 1)

pairings: mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou

warnings: reverse comfort, may or may not have cried a lil’ while writing this. this one hurt a lot but it’s so sweet and fluffy, enjoy luvs!! also lol you could see my favoritism for kirishima

part two with bakugo, iida, ojiro, tamaki, mirio, hawks, dabi, shigaraki, and aizawa is here!

WHEN YOU CALL THEM BEAUTIFUL: MEZO SHOJI, TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE, HANTA SERO

MEZO SHOJI 

(HE’S SO UNDERRATED LIKE PLS Y’ALL 😩)

he starts panicking as soon as you ask him to take off his mask

at first, he declines right away before turning his face around so you couldn’t touch the fabric

“mezo, i promise. i won’t hurt you, or judge you i just- i want you to trust me, is that alright with you?” you said gently. “but if you don’t want to, don’t worry about it, ‘kay?”

could he really trust you? or would you leave when he found out he wasn’t a normal person with a normal smile, that he was a monster, that was someone who looked different, what would you do?

but if you didn’t love him for who he really was, then... what was the point, right?

shoji let out a trembled sighed in defeat as his dupli-arms took the mask off. he looked down in shame, eyes shut so he couldn’t see your reaction

but your reaction was... completely unexpected

"You're beautiful!!! Why didn't you tell me that you looked so lovely all this time baby??" 

did he just hear you correctly?

did you just-- call him beautiful?

and in that moment, in those small moments, you can see his geniune smile.

his real smile beneath the mask, as his eyes shine for the first time with sincere, and earnest love and thanks

pls keep him 🥺

TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE

the moment he hear the words "you're beautiful" come out of your mouth, he couldn't stop thinking about it for days. 

and i mean days as in multiple days, so probably weeks

and he’ll probably think about it for the rest of his life

because when he looked at himself, he thought: what about him was beautiful? 

he didn't have human-like features like everyone else, he didn't have those big muscles and a nice body, because-- well, he had a bird head!

A LITERAL BIRD HEAD, so why on earth did you: you who had human features, you who was so nice to everyone, and you who could have gone for so many other people call him beautiful?

he didn’t have that charisma and extroverted personality like some others did, and he kept to himself 

why did you think he was beautiful? how?

but you were the one who said it. you were the one who reminded him, you were the one who gave him hope

and he knew that you were always straightforward with the truth-- and this was a truth, too

and to him, that was the most beautiful thing.

HANTA SERO

this amazing bby doesn’t get enough recognition

but for a good part of his life, he’d been surrounded by people with amazing quirks, levels of strength, and amazing appearances.

he was literally friends with bakugo fricking katsuki, and he was in the same class as shoto todoroki

when he first met you, he had to convince himself for days that there was no way that he could ever catch your eye,

until he did.

when you two met after a long day of training and you told him a joke, his eyes sparkled and he laughed, genuinely

before you knew it, you blurted out the words, “you’re beautiful” before realizing what you’d said and flushing

lol sero chokes on his water

“...did you really mean that?” 

“i- yeah, sorry, i didn’t-”

“no, uh, thank you. thank you so much.”

for the next few days, he stays up at night and keeps on training because he thinks of the time you called him, who constantly felt like he wasn’t enough, beautiful

and that was more than enough to make him smile. 🥺💕

WHEN YOU KISS THEIR SCARS: IZUKU MIDORIYA, SHOTO TODOROKI

IZUKU MIDORIYA

he immediately starts tearing up when you kiss them

most people probably expect him to get flushed with something so intimate, but it’s the opposite

his scars are just something that’s so meaningful to him because it’s evidence of what he’s been through

but at the same time, he’s also insecure about them because he feels like he disappointed his mom by getting hurt so often 🥺

when you kiss his scars and tell them that they’re beautiful, he starts tearing up because-- wow

this is the moment that he’ll remember until the day he dies, because it’s when he feels free to finally open up to you

it’s when he feels free to open up to anyone, for that matter, and a huge weight just gets lifted off his chest

you took his hands and kissed his knuckles before pressing your forehead to his

izuku begins to cry, just a little bit as you gingerly kiss his scars again

“you see? you’re safe. you’re safe with me, okay?”

he nods slowly. “th-thank you.”

SHOTO TODOROKI

you two were walking back to the dorms after training out on the field together

it wasn’t too late a night, just a few minutes before curfew

your hands were buried in your pockets as you two talked about your day and what you could improve on in training

“shoto, can i ask you a question?”

he thought you were mad at him for a moment 😳

“sure.”

you swallowed, as you took a breath, “can i touch your scar?”

he whips his head around, out of shock and confusion

you wanted to touch his scar?

shoto had never planned on anything like that happening to him, and especially not from someone who meant so much to him

“...i suppose so,”

you hid your anxiousness and swallowed, cupping his face in your hands as your hand brushed across his scar

a jolt went through your fingers at that moment, and it was the first time you’d ever felt so connected to someone

shoto todoroki, the prodigy and son of endeavor was letting you touch his scar

to your surprise, shoto melted into it as he closed his eyes, placing his hand gently on top of yours 

you could feel his hands shaking though his expressions were so relaxed

you kissed the side of his scar, running a hand through his hair

“i’m so lucky to have you.”

WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIS QUIRK: EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, DENKI KAMINARI, HITOSHI SHINSOU 

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

eijiro cursed as he slammed his head against the wall for the hundredth time that day

he hated to admit it, but ever since the sports festival, everything had just been falling apart

for starters, he was already insecure enough on his own about his quirk

it seemed like everyone had something flashy and made them look invincible, while he was stuck with something that could only follow around his body and cracked if he used it too much

and that... that made him upset

but when the sports festival came around, not only did he see everyone with amazing quirks and using them to their full potential, tetsutetsu had nearly the same quirk as him

and to make matters worse, they had tied and had to settle it with a fist fight

“why?” he asked to himself, looking down at the floor. “why couldn’t i- why couldn’t i have been born with a flashier quirk?”

great, now he was crying.

at least no one else was around to see him this weak-

“kirishima?”

oh shit.

he turned around, his bloodshot eyes locking with yours. “h-hey,” eijiro said weakly 

“what are you- what are you doing here-?” you noticed the way his body trembled when he took a breath and blood trickling from his forehead. “hey, are you okay?” you said.

eijiro sincerely had no idea what to say. “my quirk,” he looked down at his hands. 

you cocked your head. “what about it? i think it’s pretty neat!”

kirishima looked up. “really?”

“mhm!” you nodded enthusiastically. “it can be the strongest barrier, or the most powerful weapon! i think it’s cool that your body can just become a shield out of nowhere, it’s like-- it’s like you’re a shield, ya know? sure, todoroki might have his ice, but that makes damage and takes time to clean up, like midoriya’s punches or bakugo’s explosions. but your quirk is its own little thing! and i think that’s pretty neat.”

kirishima beamed. huh, maybe so. 

DENKI KAMINARI

“good job, bakugo!” 

“haha, nice job on that one, kirishima.”

“your quirk is so cool, todoroki! i love how the ice just went striaght through the roof!”

“nice jumping, deku! your punches are amazing.”

but i...

i was the one who helped the power come back, i was the one who literally fried my brain, i was the one who did all of that, and i-

i’m so weak.

denki inhaled through his nose, exhaled through his mouth, trying to stop the trembling in his breath as he closed his eyes

he had done so much, and what did he get in return?

all he wanted was to be someone, to be someone that made people smile, to be someone that people genuinely wanted to see

did anyone even want to see him?

“i’m a failure, i’m a failure, what am i doing, why am i so weakwhat’swrongwithmewhycan’tidoanythingright-”

“good job, kaminari!”

he turned his head, finding you running up to him and waving your hands up in the air

“hey! pikachu!” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath once you stopped. “great job up there! you left before anyone else could notice, i can’t believe you managed to do all that. your quirk is so cool!”

denki’s heart swelled with pride, his eyes saying nothing but thanks.

your quirk is so cool!

“thanks, y/n! so, how do you feel about going to the arcade after school?”

HITOSHI SHINSOU

hitoshi stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes blood-shot and head fuzzy

“i’m not a villain.” hitoshi said slowly. “i can’t be a villain. i want to be a hero.” 

he splashed the sink water onto his face. “get yourself together, are you really going to let a few words hurt you?”

but hitoshi couldn’t help but feel that way-- what could he even use his quirk for- no, no, he could use it for so much. but...

“ha! a quirk such as yours should be only used for villains, you monster! you might as well get out of here before anyone else tries to kick you out.”

hitoshi screamed in anger, splashing the water across his face and pressing hard into his eyes, before slapping himself across the face

“get yourself together..”

“hey, shinsou!! i was wondering if-”

your eyes locked with his frustrated expression. “shinsou? is... something wrong?”

normally, he’d push you away, but-- but now, he really needed someone

your breath hitched when you saw his eyes land onto yours, but for some reason, there was something so lonely and upsetting behind them, before you remembered what a few students at ua had said.

you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you were on a rush to get to school that morning and had to run ahead and pass through that area. 

“if it’s about what some of those idiots said this morning, just... know that i think, for the record, that your quirk is so cool.”

shinsou’s eyes furrowed in confusion. you? you thought his quirk was cool?

“i’m not lying,” you said, as if reading through his thoughts. “i really think its amazing. you can help so many people with it, you can change the entire world with a quirk as special as that, so act like it! because it’s true, your quirk is really amazing, and i’m pretty sure you’re the only one who doesn’t see it, you knucklehead.”

he doesn’t tell you this, but-

ever since that day, he’s never stopped thinking about it. 

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ruin me.

chapter 8: who?

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kuroo tetsurou came into y/n’s life when she needed him to fuck it up the most.

Kuroo tapped the notebook you where you were rewriting your notes for better organization. You looked over, eyes wide with the sudden eye contact he made. Fuck, he’s so hot. You thought this to yourself and had to look away.

“When do you have to close up?” Kuroo asked, his voice smooth in your ear as you become painfully aware of his gaze.

“Half an hour.” You mumbled, checking your watch. Thanks to the silence around you he still heard you.

“Perfect, uh.” Kuroo nervously fiddled with his pencil, trying to prepare himself to be rejected, “Could I walk you home when you’re done?”

“What?” You practically choke it out, your skin feeling hot and sweaty under your current predicament.

“It’s just getting late, I think Inuoka had to have gone home by now if you were planning on going with him. But I’d love to walk you. I really don’t mind.” Kuroo insisted. You gripped the page of your book, crinkling the corner of it between your thumb and index finger.

“Kuroo-san?” You finally gain the courage to say something above a mumble.

“You don’t have to be so formal—” Kuroo started but you needed to let it out before you swallowed it back down forever.

“Why are you messing with me? I know I tweeted that thing but I didn’t think you’d ever see that. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You said it in practically one long breath, trying to get it all out of your chest like blowing it into a balloon.

“What tweet? Oh the one where you said I was some good fucking food, something about being a delicious specimen, right?” He flashed a handsome teasing grin your way. Your whole body felt like cringing, curling in on itself until you turned into seafoam but restricted it to just your hands curling and your face wincing. Why did you ever forget the internet is forever?

“I’m just teasing you. Of course, I’m flattered. But I was interested in knowing who you were before I even saw that.” He insisted, his genuine smoothness spilling across the table.

“Oh.” You said, quickly turning your face into your opposite shoulder as to hide the panic and flustered expression you surely are wearing. Kuroo wanted to see that face so bad. A light breath was exhaled from his nose as he held back his laugh, you were amusing though he would give you that.

“Why don’t I walk you home?” He repeated himself. You remembered Inuoka’s long gone and the dark of the night had already settled in. You couldn’t walk home alone, but walking home with a guy you didn’t know very well also didn’t sound like a fun risk.

“Y/N-chan?” Your class representative suddenly had approached the desk, Nakamura Satoshi. You hadn’t spoken to him much, only when he needed you to do a certain task. He was #1 in your year, and was extremely popular with the staff and faculty. He wasn’t exactly Kuroo’s status with popularity, but he was up there. There was no doubt people knew who they were. And they knew who each other were.

You were so thankful that nobody else was in this library. As this would be quite the sight for anyone to see. Two of some of the most popular boys at this school hanging around the loner librarian assistant. What was next? Was an idol going to come try to talk to you as well? You set a reminder in your head to punch Inuoka for leaving you alone tonight.

“Ah, Satoshi-kun, I’m sorry I forgot you were here. Can I help you find something? I was about to close up.” You smiled lightly at him. Your interaction with this guy made Kuroo want to put his fist directly into Nakamura’s face. Did he not see he was working on something over here? He just had to come ruin it, huh? Why were you so familiar with each other? Kenma said you didn’t talk to anyone. Kuroo’s patience was coming to a stifling end.

“Ah not exactly, I’m sorry to keep you past your shift. Is the librarian coming to relieve you?” Satoshi asked you,

“No, I’m locking up tonight. She texted me a little while ago to let me know she couldn’t come back to do it.” You said. Kuroo was getting antsy, starting to pack up his things as he tried to urge this kid to stop talking. He was getting the need to be petty, jealous of how comfortable you were with him.

“Oh, I see.” He said, returning his voice to a normal level since nobody else was here, “I was wondering if you could help me understand this assignment from English? You got second highest in that subject last term, right?”

“Well, yeah. Second to you?” You turned your head to the side in confusion, but Kuroo didn’t miss a beat in understanding this guys game plan.

“I could help you.” Kuroo smiled nonchalant, playing coy as if he didn’t know a thing.

“Oh, Kuroo-san! My apologies, I didn’t see you there.” Satoshi bowed and smiled politely. Immediately it was like a surge of lightening went through both of their eyes, their competitive natures being at opposing sides with each other.

“No worries, I scored #1 in english the last 3 years, I don’t mind helping you.” Kuroo said, trying to draw his attention away from you.

“That’d be great, but I’d feel like I was cheating if i got help from someone as advanced as you. Besides, Y/N-chan always takes the best notes from what we covered in class today. I swear! They’re always better than mine.” Satoshi was being light-hearted but not even you could deny the air had gotten thicker.

“It’s okay, um. Is it this one? I’ll admit it was kind of difficult. Learning when to use past, present, and future tense verbs can get rather difficult especially if it changes mid-sentence.” You said this while looking down at the identical sheets, trying to ignore that half of the answer bubbles looked like they used to have writing in them but had been erased. But Kuroo certainly couldn’t ignore that.

“I know, I’ve been kinda struggling with it. Kuroo-san, this could take a little while. You shouldn’t have to wait for Y/N-chan. I can walk her home.” Satoshi tried to wave him off. Kuroo stood up, using his height to his advantage over Satoshi who was probably only 4 inches shorter than Kuroo, but still enough to make his point.

“I don’t mind waiting, I already got my studies done for the day. No need to rush.” Kuroo insisted, “Besides, L/N already told me she wanted me to walk her home.”

“I don’t remember her saying that.” Satoshi pointed out, causing Kuroo’s eyes to widen. So, he had been listening to them. “Y/N-chan, do you mind staying with me, I’d love your input about a few other things for our class? I’ll walk you home and buy you something from the vending machine.”

You wanted to explode. Right then and there felt like the perfect time to just implode actually, so why couldn’t you spontaneously combust.

“Uh..” You nervously fiddled with the end of your uniform sweater, you looked up to Kuroo for some kind of answer. You don’t know why you had done that, you just felt like he would help you in this. Inuoka normally would be that person for you, but now out of the two in front of you, you go to Kuroo. But he just stared down Satoshi instead, when you made eye contact with him you backed down again. You panicked under his gaze. He registered that look you were giving him a second too late, “Kuroo-san, I would feel bad making you wait for me. It’s okay to go on without me.”

Kuroo wished he could back track, he wished he had the right authority to just pick you up and take you with him. He wished he could’ve gone back to when you looked at him with those panicked eyes looking for an answer and answered for you again so that you would feel like you had an ally. Satoshi didn’t skip a single beat, he took the seat Kuroo had been sitting in for the last few hours to make sure he could be even closer to you than he had been to immediately start asking you questions to ignore Kuroo.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, L/N.” Kuroo couldn’t help but hang his head with his defeat. As soon as Kuroo left through the front doors, the rubber band you felt between the two of you that had been getting pulled tighter and tighter was cut by the doors of the library. It snapped back and hit the air out of your chest. You felt weaker without him, like you couldn’t focus on what Satoshi was asking you even though you were more familiar with him he never gave you the same feeling of blissful silence in the way Kuroo gave you today.

You didn’t know that Kuroo was going to give you up that easy. You didn’t know that he wasn’t. That he was waiting down the hall waiting for you to leave with that guy with you so he could prove his own suspicions. He was never going to give up that easily.

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[sdvharveybby]

so i fell fast and hard for harvey, you know, as you do. i was wondering if i could request harvey and the farmer going to an aerobics class together? this man was so shy about it and it absolutely melts my heart 🥺🥺 thank you so much!!

OH bby anon do I understand! When I first watched that event I was like, “Oh you sweet man. So so precious!!” This ask is such a cute idea, thank you so much for sending it in! I never thought about this, personally, so I’m glad you sent it! 

I really enjoyed writing this, as well, but I’ll be honest... I’m not 100% confident about it? I certainly loved writing it, but if this isn’t up to your liking- I’m totally down with re-writing it. I don’t want anyone to feel major dissatisfaction with my work, you know? Let me know! I, originally, intended to do some headcannons (because thems are easy mode), but honestly- it fit a fic type better. Also, Zumba is crazy crazy fun- I did it in high school, and I had a blast! I felt like it fit the story and his event!

Regardless, inspiration with this was actually memories! I recently quit my martial arts class (due to health reasons), but the mood in this story is exactly how it was in my dojo! One time I was doing a Naeryeo-Chagi (also known as “axe kick”, but you bring your leg up as high as you can and with a flat foot you snap your leg down), I can kick pretty high, so when I kicked as high as I could I felt my other foot leave the ground and I fell FLAT on my butt. I was so stunned!! Eyes wide, all I could do was just laugh. Everyone thought it was funny and so did I! That stuff just happens- it’s hilarious!! I have so many wonderful memories in that class...

ANYWAYS- HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS BBY. THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN. I feel your love with Harvey (the boy deserves all the love in the world!!) 

Word Count: 1572

An eventful day of hard work for the farmer, but luckily, they finished their chores early- hopefully to spend some time with Harvey. He always seemed to disappear on Tuesdays closer to noon and he never told the farmer why. It was perplexing, but he always carried a duffle bag with him and a look that bashfully avoided eye contact.

There he was, carrying his duffle bag as he made his way to town. Approaching him, the farmer stopped him in his tracks, “You like to disappear around this time,” they teased as Harvey looked away. “Y-Yeah well, you know… Heh, doctor… duties?” Harvey’s words didn’t sound convincing whatsoever, especially since he came home from work early because his patient rescheduled their check-up. “With a duffle bag?” The farmer further challenged, now crossing their arms and putting their weight on one leg. They gave him a cocky smile as he began to blush, “Okay, okay-“ He submitted as he held up a hand, “You caught me! I’m taking cooking classes with Gus!” Harvey tried looking into the farmers eyes as he said this, but it wasn’t for long. “Harvey, you’re already a great cook. Now, what are you really doing? I won’t make fun of you!” They assured him as they walked and pulled Harvey into a big hug. He gave a heavy sigh and scuffed the dirt with his shoe. “Heh, well… Uhm… I’m still taking those aerobics classes. It’s a bit embarrassing, but you know- you saw it before. Just trying to work on myself!” Harvey was bashful and quiet as he said this, but he reciprocated the hug. Once they pulled away the farmer bounced back with a smile that made his heart stop. “Great! Let’s go then. We don’t want to be late.” They walked away from him making their way to Pierre’s. Harvey stood, stunned at the farmers response but bounded after them yelling, “What do you mean ‘we’?!” “I’m coming with you, and you can’t stop me.” The farmer smiled to Harvey and he blushed once again, “You don’t have too. You must be tired after work and all- I can’t ask you too-“ The farmer stopped and faced him, they gave a jokingly annoyed look, “We can do this together, Harvey. It’ll be fun and maybe it’ll be less embarrassing for you. My cardio is bad,” They laughed, and Harvey gave them a soft and affectionate look, “Okay, but don’t get worried about me. Even if I say I can’t breathe- I can,” He laughed back, and they made there way to Pierre’s together deciding to hold hands as they did so.

Harvey was nervous about the farmer joining him- he wasn’t sure how they’d react. Towards himself or the class! He didn’t want the farmer to feel embarrassed or witness him messing up. Most of all- it was hard for Harvey to be social with the ladies in class and he didn’t want them to see him as stiff compared to everyone else.

Walking inside they saw Marnie, Robin and Emily already there. They all gave Harvey and the farmer warm smiles, “What do we have here?” Robin began as they put an arm around the farmer, “I decided that I’m joining today! My cardio sucks,” Robin laughed and whispered into their ear, “Don’t worry, mind does too.” Emily jumped up and clapped her hands together, “This is awesome! We have the cute duo joining us!” They all gave them an endearing welcome that made Harvey and the farmer blush, and after roughly 20min of chatting they all decided to get to work. The farmer looked around and watched everyone begin to pick their spots. “Today is actually Zumba class led by Caroline. You’ll love it- it’s really fun. She’ll teach you the dance moves to the song she chooses, and we just copy her,” Harvey remarked leaning towards the farmer. Now, this was all new territory for the farmer, but they were determined to have fun and get some exercise in. Harvey seemed confident so why couldn’t they?

The session lasted about an hour long, and it wasn’t until the farmer had sweat droplets running down their face that they realized how intensive these classes get. These women have to be power houses to get through this and still smile like it was nothing, the farmer thought as they hunched over breathing heavily. “You… You look tired,” a voice heaved behind them and as they looked, Harvey didn’t look any better. He had his hands on his knees and he closed his eyes trying to get his breath back. Sweat dripped off him as he brought up a hand towel and began wiping his face. “Please,” the farmer choked out as they smiled, “You look worse than I do,” they managed to finish as they laid down to relax a bit. “I blame the fact that I already did my farm work before this,” Harvey laughed as they said this and sat beside them holding a water bottle. “You did great! Isn’t it fun?” The farmer sat up and took his water bottle, they downed about half of it before responding, “I can’t believe how fun this is! Once you get the moves down it just flows. I felt so… powerful,” they laughed and gave Harvey a big smile. “Thanks for coming,” he admitted, “You being here, with me, actually helped a lot. I was pretty embarrassed being in a class full of women who have been doing this longer than I. They’re so strong and they can get through the whole class like it’s nothing- I felt so out of place.” The farmer gave him a friendly punch to his arm, “I’m coming back- this feels great! But wow, it also hurts.”

The walk home was slow, but it was filled with excitement from both the farmer and Harvey. “Honestly, it’s pretty admirable for you to go those classes,” They began as Harvey walked beside them- he kept his sweatband on and occasionally drank from his water bottle. “You think so?” He questioned wiping the excess water from his mouth. “Oh, yeah! You see Marnie? She can move, I was in awe. She knew everything and was so confident- it was kind of intimidating! I know what you mean about feeling out of place.” The farmer admitted and cracked their knuckles, “I’ll show her up next time though! Then she’ll be in awe!” Harvey laughed at that and watched them with admiration. The determination the farmer had to want to keep coming to the class eased his nerves and made him quite happy. It was something they could do together, something new to experience, and having a partner who was almost as out of shape as he was, was comforting. “Thanks for coming. Like I said, it helped out my confidence having you with me.” He didn’t look at them as he said, he looked forward as he walked, and he wore a small smile. “Oh, Harvey- you knew the moves too! You were so cool to watch, I mean, I didn’t know you could even move like that,” The farmer teased nudging him. He chuckled at that and offered the farmer the rest of his water through the walk home.

It had been a few months since they went to there first class together, and they had a blast! They both felt like they were getting stronger and with the farmer at his side Harvey worked like he never had before. He had someone he wanted to impress, and it gave him the motivation to keep working on himself and his health. Whenever they’d go to class together, they wore ear-to-ear smiles and it was filled with plenty of laughable moments, like the farmer using the jump rope. They weren’t bad at it, but the one time the rope wrapped around their ankle, tripping them, and they hit the ground face first. Harvey was of course worried but was relieved when the farmer rolled over roaring with laughter. He then, of course, joined the laughter while he helped them stand. Or the time that Harvey was lifting his weights- he pulled one up with enough force that he accidentally let go and it flew! When it hit the ground (making a loud BANG) he blushed madly as Pierre bolted in the room and began lecturing everyone in the class. Nobody could hide their smiles and giggles when Pierre grew red with anger, “You better not break anything! This isn’t some stomping ground!!” Course Robin was the first to break as she fell out in laughter, keeling over as soon as Pierre left the room. Harvey no longer felt out of place in the aerobics class, and he constantly thanked the farmer for that. He realized that he was more embarrassed about possibly messing up than just accepting that moments like that just happen and he began to laugh whenever something silly happened to him. Whenever someone tripped or dropped something he learned to laugh (when they did) and not immediately assume something was wrong. He learned that the most from how many times the farmer tripped, fell, scrapped something, dropped something and instead of feeling embarrassed or nervous, they just laughed. Everyone else did too!

Looking back, Harvey was extremely grateful for having the farmer at his side. He never expected this to happen, but he was happy that it did!

[mcwriting]

The Marriage Project (3)

Anddddd I’m back with this bby. Sorry I’ve been slowing down some of my content. Last Friday I had to deal with family health matters on top of schoolwork and a sorority function I had to be at. Anyways. 

High school AU. Tom Holland. Yeah.

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Warnings: mild language

Rating: Between T and M

Word Count: 2351

% approximately the 3rd week of September %

You’d had two away volleyball games that week and Tom had an away football game, so by Saturday you were exhausted. Your Friday game hadn’t been too far, but the football team had traveled a decent distance, so you figured they’d gotten home late.

You still showed up at Tom’s on time, though, as planned the day before.

Nikki opened the door at your arrival.

“Oh, hey, y/n! Come on in!”

You returned her greeting and entered, looking around expectantly.

“If you’re looking for Tom, he’s not up yet. They got home pretty late last night.”

“I figured that would be the case.”

You noticed that on the dining room table were a few grocery bags.

“Oh, do you need help with those? I can wait on Tom,” you offered.

“No don’t worry about those bags, but if you’re looking to do something, I was about to make some apple pies for a get together tomorrow. I’d love your help.”

You agreed and followed her into the kitchen. After peeling and chopping apples for a few minutes, someone else walked into the kitchen.

“Well who’s this? I don’t remember having a daughter,” Tom’s dad said. You turned to look at him and smile, then continued cutting fruit.

“Oh Dominic you know y/n. She’s the one Tom’s always talking about, competing and whatnot. They’re doing that marriage project together.”

Your face heated up so you continued to look down at the apple.

He talks about me? Like how much he hates me or what?

“Yes of course, how could I forget? You’re one of the best soccer players I’ve seen! Good to see you again,” he said.

“Nice seeing you, too, Mr. Holland.”

“Please, call me Dom. Now how come you’re down here and not with Tom?”

“I was waiting for him to get up. Plus, Nikki promised me a slice,” you grinned.

“Well I’d definitely call that a fair trade. Nikki’s pies are the best in the world,” he turned to his wife, “I’ll be back in a bit. I’m meeting with the publisher today.”

“Good luck, honey. I’m sure you’ll be great,” Nikki encouraged, giving her husband a quick peck.

“Thanks, dear. Once again, it was nice seeing you, y/n. Feel free to come make desserts here any time,” he joked and you just laughed and waved.

A few minutes after he’d left, Nikki spoke up again.

“You know, y/n. I’m glad you and Tom were paired up for this project. I’ve really liked having you around the past few weeks, and it seems like Tom has learned a lot from you. I mean, He even went out and bought some pads and tampons and things for his bathroom this week.”

Now your face really burned. 

“He did?”

“Yeah. He said he’d better be safe than sorry. I’m glad you two look out for each other like that, even if you are rivals. By the way, I made sure he didn’t get the cardboard ones,” she added. With that, you fell into rhythmic silence.

Not long after, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. From the hall, Tom’s voice called out.

“Mom? It’s almost 2. Have you heard anything from-” he walked through the kitchen door. “Oh. You’re here. What are you doing?”

You grabbed a towel to wipe off your hands as you turned to face him.

“I got here at 1 but felt bad about you getting home late so I’ve just been helping your mom make pie. She promised me a slice.”

“You’re really gonna give her some mom? She doesn’t even deserve to see how they’re made!”

“Oh Tom I swear. Y/n is a nice girl, just get over yourself. But, if you two want to go get to work I think I’ve got it handled from here. I’ll bring you both some when the first one’s done.”

You grabbed your bag and headed up behind Tom and got to work quickly. Eventually you took a break when Nikki brought up pie and ice cream as promised with a couple waters. 

You ate in silence, Tom leaned against his bed and you against the wall across from him, when something she had said earlier popped into your head.

“Hey, Tom?”

“Yeah princess?” he replied, not looking up. You rolled your eyes and continued.

“Your mom said something earlier that I wanted to ask about.”

“If she told you anything incriminating it’s not true.”

“Suuuureeee. Anyways, she said you, uh, stocked up your cabinet in the bathroom. That’s really cool of you.”

“Yeah, well, can’t have you bleeding everywhere now can we? But, em. Yeah. The fact that you were so panicked over something that seems so trivial spoke pretty loud. I thought it’s better to just stay safe.”

You sat in silence for a little bit, just eating.

“Mind if I ask you something?” he said.

“Shoot.”

“What does it feel like? You know? They don’t mention that stuff in health articles.”

You contemplated for a little bit before answering.

“Well… like I said before, it’s different for everyone, but I’ll try my best. Cramps are kinda like being scratched and punched from the inside all at once. Freebleeding just feels like… wet and sticky. I find it disgusting so I wear mostly tampons.”

“Interesting. Thanks, princess.”

Once finishing off your snack, you got back to work. By the time you were done, it was almost 4.

“See you Monday, y/n”

“Yep. Oh, by the way, I have a small volleyball tournament next weekend so I can’t do Saturday. Is Sunday okay or do you wanna get together another day?”

“Can you do Thursday? We just have morning workouts that day.”

“Yeah I have practice last period so I’ll just shower and meet you in the parking lot? We can go to my place.”

“Can’t. I have to take the boys home.”

“If you want, you can take them home and I’ll pick you up. It’ll give me time to shower and change and then we can just carpool.”

“I don’t know. Sure you even know how to drive?”

“I’ll have you know I passed that test with flying colors sophomore year.”

Eventually he agreed and with that you were back out the door, giving one final thanks to Nikki.

%

By Wednesday you and Tom had finished your little quilt and Mrs. Flynn loved it. 

You and Tom obviously didn’t play when it came to grades, even if it was home economics.

Thursday, you were leaving your last class before practice and reminded Tom you were picking him up that afternoon, to which his friends looked at him funny and kinda messed with him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

When you pulled up into his driveway after school, he plopped into the passenger's seat and held out a foil-wrapped object in his left hand.

“What is that?” you asked.

“My mom wanted you to have it. She made bread.”

“Oh. Well thanks. I’ll have to thank her for it next time I see her. You can just set it in the back seat for now.”

You drove back to your place, pulling into the garage and leading Tom through the door. Your parents were still at work, so you told Tom you’d just work in the living room.

“I don’t want them to say anything weird about us being home alone in my room,” you explained.

You sat on the floor quietly typing when you remembered something.

“Hey, how did you do on the calc test?”

“95. You?”

“Damn. 94. I’ll make a comeback next time,” you joked, earning an eye roll.

After a half hour, your mom came home.

“Hey honey, how was your day? Did you beat Tom in whatever you were competing with him in today?” she asked, part joking since she knew of your rivalry well.

“It was fine, and mom. We have a guest, remember?” you said through gritted teeth.

She looked over the couch, where she found Tom waving at her awkwardly.

“Oh. Hi there. I forgot you were coming over today. So sorry about that.”

“No worries, Mrs. y/l/n. I beat her by a point today so it evens out,” he joked. You were annoyed at his banter with your mom and cut it off.

“Okay, well, Tom. Let’s go finish this in my room now that my mom’s home,” you said, getting everything and carrying it to the bedroom.

You tossed your bag and papers on the floor and quickly picked up some random things laying around, such as a pair of volleyball shoes and stray athletic socks. You especially rushed to snatch a rogue lace bra.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Tom standing still, looking around the room like you had the first time at his house.

Your walls were light grey but covered in your paintings and other art. One shelf mounted to a wall held all of your ribbons and trophies from sports, quiz bowl, and art fairs. Your bedspread was baby pink and sheets light yellow, and the same pink was strewn around the room in the form of desk accents and other blankets. You had a large plush cat resting near your pillows.

“Wow. So you’re like… a real girl. Huh.” he stated flatly. You stood up from tossing everything into your closet.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, like, you’re all tough and smart and sporty but you have pink everywhere and a stuffed animal on your bed.”

“You do realize women are complex creatures right? Considering we’re human and all?”

“Yeah, of course. I guess I’ve just never seen this side of you. I shouldn’t have worded it that way. Sorry.”

It surprised you to hear Tom apologize over something so small. Usually he would stand his ground, wave you off, or just move on. 

“It’s fine. I just hate when people stereotype, you know? Like I can love science, art, sports, pink, sweatpants, and skirts all at the same time. And I do. And I’m not trying to sound like the ‘I’m not like other girls’ girl, because I am a girl, but I’m more than just one side or the other.”

“So why do you hide the ‘typically girly’ stuff? I’ve never seen you at school wearing a pink dress and makeup. I mean even at dances you always wear dark colors and at parties I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in something other than jeans or shorts.”

You shrugged as you made your way onto the floor next to your computer, Tom following suit.

“I guess I try to stick to one aesthetic. I mean, it already seems to shock the administration that I’m good at and enjoy doing two sports, art, and honors stuff. I don’t think they could handle another layer of me,” you chuckled. “Isn’t there anything you hide?”

He thought about it for a few seconds, leaning his head against the wall.

“Well, I guess you know this now, but I like Spider-Man.”

“Yeah, but it’s considered normal for guys to like comic book characters. When I tell people I like Spider-Man, they just assume I have a crush on the actor. Come on, there has to be something you don’t show off at school.”

“Okay fine. I’ve got a couple. One, I actually like to cook. A lot. It almost kills me to be partnered up with the guys sometimes because they’re so clueless in the kitchen. And two, I love dance. I did it for a bit as a kid but got embarrassed and decided to go the normal sports route. I still go to the Nutcracker every year, though.”

You found yourself smiling at his honesty.

“Really? You know my mom put me in little kid ballet classes for a while, but I was really disruptive in class because I had too much energy, so I got into other sports instead. Has the football team never done a ballet class? I know some schools make them.”

“One summer. Maybe two years ago? We were doing a team building thing and they made us take one. I couldn’t make myself pretend to be bad so I just let everyone believe I was a natural talent,” he laughed, causing you to do the same. “You should’ve seen those guys. That’s probably one of my best football memories.”

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while. You couldn’t remember a time that you both were open to each other without the slightest bit of tension.

After a few more moments, you both got back to work.

%

You didn’t realize that it was past 5 o’clock until your mother was at your doorway telling you dinner was ready.

“Feel free to stay. We’d love to have you for dinner, Tom,” she offered, then went back to the kitchen. 

“Do you mind? I can just walk home if not.”

“Just stay, man. What’s one dinner? I’d feel at least somewhat bad to make you walk all the way home. We’re done for the week anyways, so I’ll just drive you after we eat.”

You led him to the kitchen, where your mom had cooked some ravioli and tossed a salad. You built your plates and thanked your mom, then sat at the dining room table.

You ate in awkward silence since your parents were in the living room. Your dad had greeted you and Tom when he came home from work, not really realizing who Tom was.

Once your plates were practically cleaned, you cleared the table and took Tom home.

“Thanks again for dinner and driving me. Good luck this weekend.”

Who is this guy and where did he take Tom? He never wishes me luck.

“Yeah no problem. Thank your mom for the bread. And good luck on your game tomorrow, too. I hear it’s gonna be a tough one.”

”They just haven’t met me yet,” he joked, then got out of the car and headed to the door. He tossed one last wave back as you pulled away.

%

A/N: I’m happy to be posting the next part and with the free time that I have at the moment of formatting this I’m hoping that I can reedit ch 4 and have it up by next week. As always, love you all and thanks for reading!

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[daughters-and-winsisters]

Huntress- Part 19: The Voices

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E19 so warning: SPOILERS

A/N: Ik it’s been ages and I’m so sorry about that, but it’s back bbys.

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen 

“Well according to the law Nephilim don’t need nine months…” Dad trailed off, Uncle Dean leaned over to read what he’d put: “Woah.” 

You finished your third mug of coffee before adding, “There’s barely anything on Nephilim. And what there is is mostly hypothetical.” “Exactly,” Dad nodded in agreement, “she should be giving birth around May 18th.” “So we have less than a month to find her…” Uncle Dean grimaced at how little time there was left. “And no idea where to start.” Dad added. Just then the bunker door creaked open and the three of you shared a look before glancing up at the stairs. Cas closed the door behind himself, his coat swishing a little with his movements as he headed down the steps. “Cas.” Both your Dad and Uncle said in awe. “You’re alright.” You smiled at him, only he didn’t look great.

“Where the hell have you been?” Uncle Dean interrogated and you shot him a frown, wanting to hear what Cas had to say first. “Well,” Cas began, “where I was there was poor…reception.” “Oh wow low bars great excuse.” Uncle Dean huffed. “You were in heaven?” You deduced, earning a nod. “When I heard that Dagon had captured Kelly I thought they could help…turns out I was wrong.” You felt bad for Cas, he looked so hopeless in that moment. Dad offered a more positive outlook, “At least you’re back.” Only Dean wasn’t having it. “No I’m sorry, we had a shot at getting Kelly back and we lost it because you were too busy doing nothing.” “De-“ You tried to help Cas out, but your Uncle cut you off. “No, Y/N. I’m pissed off.” He stormed out of the room and you sighed as he left.

You stepped forward to follow after him, but your Dad gently pulled your arm back, “Y/N…just let him calm down.” You looked Dad in the eye, looking back down and shaking from his grip, “Not this time.” You shrugged. Knocking at your Uncle’s door, you waited for a response but nothing came. Maybe he thought you were Cas.

“Uncle De?” You said timidly as you peered round the door. He was at his desk, head in his hands. As you headed over to him you pulled up another chair and sat down next to him. “Y/N, now’s just not a good time-“ “He just wanted to help. He wasn’t trying to upset you.” “Yeah well he did!” He slammed his hands down on the table, almost hitting his laptop and you retracted a little. When he noticed your expression, he sighed and his face softened, “I’m sorry kiddo…it’s just that you, me, your Dad and Cas. Well, we’re just better together.” “I know that. And Cas does too. He really does,” you assured him, “come on.” “Yeah,” Uncle Dean nodded and shot you a proud smile, “I need a beer.”

You followed after him, turning the corner to find your Dad in his natural habitat: feet up, books out and laptop on his lap. “Hey come on get some sleep. We’re not gonna find Dagon tonight.” Uncle Dean said. You smiled at how much of a big brother he could be. “What if we’ve been going about this wrong?” Your Dad looked over you both. You frowned curiously, “What do you mean?” “Well we know we can’t track Dagon- we’ve tried. But what if we can track-“ “The Nephilim. “ You finished for him, nodding as you began to understand his train of thought. “How?” Uncle Dean piped up. “Well,” Dad cleared his throat, “remember when we used the spell for Gadreel?” “It didn’t work.” Dean said bluntly. “No but we managed to remove the grace just fine. I mean if we do that for the Nephilim then it’ll just be a kid.” “And Kelly won’t have to die.” You nodded.\ You all smiled. “This might just work.”

“He’s still not picking up.” You sighed, locking your phone and starting to help Uncle Dean pack. In truth you were very worried about Cas, he seemed like he had something else on his mind and was hiding something from you all. “He played us.” Uncle Dean snapped.

“Yeah he played us all…” Dad agreed. You watched the pair of them debate over what to do with the situation and couldn’t help but think how they were good at turning their worries into anger at times. Especially Uncle Dean. You weren’t angry at Cas, not just yet. After all, none of you had any idea what he might be trying to sort out.

Your ears perked up when your Dad mentioned he’d put a tracking app on Cas’ phone. “Alright then let’s head out.” Uncle Dean immediately headed towards the doors. You watched him go, followed by Dad who trailed after him. Out of nowhere a surge of pain stung through your head and you winced, clutching your forehead as though it would help. It lasted only a few seconds but during it everything blurred and felt almost slightly out of place. You could have sworn you heard voices. It went as quick as it came, giving you just enough time to grab hold of the table to steady yourself. “You coming Y/N?!” Dad shouted from round the corner. Blinking a little, you mumbled a “yeah” before heading after them.

Dean’s knock was impatient and cross. You hovered behind your Dad and Uncle and to be honest you were just worried about Cas more than anything. Cas’ concerned-self opened the door and sighed. “How did you find me?” “Dad put a track-“ You stopped midway when Uncle Dean slammed Cas against the wall and began to interrogate him, “-yikes.” “Guys.” Dad said, making you look up to see Kelly timidly stood. “Guys!” You echoed in Cas and Dean’s direction. They both jumped, not used to you shouting and followed your gaze to where Kelly stood. “Cas, if you found Kelly why didn’t you say anything?” You asked gently, wanting to keep everyone calm at least. “I uh-“ “He’s taking me to heaven.” Kelly said it so Cas didn’t have to. “But you’d die?” You questioned, not yet understanding. “I wanted to keep you all safe from this. Wanted to make sure that I would be the one to kill both Kelly and her Baby so that none of you would have to.” “No. Cas we found another way!” Dad said hastily. “You’re not our friggin’ baby sitter alright we make our own decisions.” Den snapped at him. Already they were shouting again and you rolled your eyes. “Another way?” Cas frowned. “We can remove the grace. Like we did with Gadreel.” “Sam, you barely survived that…” Cas sighed, clearly not on board.

“I think Kelly would prefer if her kid was alive, amiright?” Uncle Dean looked at her and before she even replied you could tell what she was going to say. “No.” She then grabbed her coat and was out the door. Everyone followed after her in blind panic. “Kelly. Wait. Wait. Kelly. We said we’d find another way and we did.” “I’m going with Castiel.” She said sternly. “But then your baby will die. Your kid can survive this way.” “But then you’ll be taking away the one thing that makes him special…” Kelly said. “Okay this lady has lost her mind.” Uncle Dean exclaimed. In anger, you wacked his arm and shot him a glare. “Will everyone shut the hell up!” You cried, making them all look at you, “In case you hadn’t noticed we are stood out in the open while every Goddamn Angel and Demon on the planet is looking for us. So for God’s sake can we talk somewhere else!” There was a moment of hesitation as they all stared in awe. You weren’t one to raise your voice but recently the way everyone was handling things was getting on your nerves. “Y/N’s right, we need to go back to the Bunker and talk-“ He trailed off when he noticed your expression. Another pain had started up, it was worse than the last and came in jolts through your head. You heard incoherent whispers and conversations. Disorientated, you stumbled, hearing the muffled voices of everyone’s concern and feeling your Dad’s hands at your sides. “Y/N?!” His voice was clearer and you could then see his worried face. “Yeah…” You mumbled, “I’m good. Sorry. Let’s go-“ “What no.” “What the hell was that?” “What happened?” “Are you alright?” “You feelin’ okay?” After the bombardment of questions you nodded a little and said “Yeah don’t worry. Just a migraine or something. We need to head inside…” Cas nodded, grabbing Kelly and taking her to the Impala. Dad didn’t take his eyes off you. “What was that?” He asked quietly, resting a hand on your shoulder as though scared you were going to collapse any minute. “Dad I’m fine honestly. Like I said just a migraine.” You shot him a reassuring smile and ducked out of his grip. Although unconvinced, he nodded.

Your eyes fell on Kelly who adjusted so she was in the driver’s seat. “Uh, guys-“ Dad and Uncle Dean followed your gaze and began shouting as the engine revved but it was far too late.

“Double yikes.” You commented, zipping your jacket up when the wind picked up. “Okay, come on let’s just take this one.” Uncle Dean sighed. “What the hell is up with Cas?” Your Dad wondered aloud. “Well he hasn’t exactly had a great year. He’s just doing what he thinks is right.” You shrugged, watching your Uncle work on the engine. After what looked just like poking around he went “Give it a try.” Your Dad went to start it up and you turned to your Uncle and went “You’ll teach me how to do that right?” Uncle Dean grinned, “’’Course I will, kiddo.”

 The three of you pull up to the Sandbox and Dad starts firing bullets in to Dagon, although they do nothing but turn to dust it at least gave you and Uncle Dean time to position yourselves for a fight. She hits your Dad to the floor and goes for you, you duck her first hit and slam your elbow into the side of her head. With a grunt and a smirk she kicks you to the floor, but before she could knock you out Uncle Dean threw a punch to get her attention. As she kicked his body away she snatched the colt from his grip and grinned for the funeral: “Goodbye.” The colt glowed a bright gold and the barrel hit the floor with a thud. “Nooo!” Uncle Dean cried, but it was too late. You watched her in fear, now unable to kill her. “Okay,” She smiled, “Who wants ice cream?”

“Kelly,” You whispered, nudging her with your foot, “You can heal him.” You nodded to Cas who’s face was bloodied and bruised. She nodded, immediately understanding, and walked up to Cas’ side, taking his hand.

Unaware, Dagon smiled at the couple, “Aww how adorable.”

Just then a golden electricity sparked from Kelly’s hand to Cas’, his eyes shimmered with power as he grabbed Dagon’s arm. Where he held it her body sizzled and hissed away to fire. She screamed I agony as ashes replaced the Demon.

Dad was immediately by your side, although he looked more hurt than you, he helped you up and stood close to your side as you all hesitantly approached where Cas stood dumbfounded and Kelly stood with her hands on her stomach. “Cas?” You said, your brows furrowing together in question. “Was that you?” Dean pushed and that’s when you noticed he was stood in front of both you and your Dad. “It was me,” Cas nodded before adding, “and the child. I felt it.”

Just then he placed an arm on both you and Uncle Dean, healing your sprains and breaks almost instantaneously. You and your Uncle shared a look. “This child,” Cas continued, “must be born. With all of it’s power.” “You can’t be serious?” Dad scoffed. “I am. I have faith. Now we have to go.” Cas began to walk away.

“Cas wait!” Uncle Dean shouted after him. “We’re not just gonna let you walk away like that.” Dad said. “Yes you are.” Cas rose his fingers gently to Dad’s forehead and he went unconscious. He then did the same to Dean before facing you. “Cas wait,” You said with so much panic in your voice that he did, “I won’t follow you. Please.” Without a word they turned and left you stood by your unconscious family. With a sigh, you got some blankets from the back of the impala, watching them drive away from just over the boot. After placing a blanket on them both you climbed on to Baby’s bonnet and-

You cried out in pain as another wave of whatever those things were scraped at your mind. Falling from the car to the ground you clutched hold of your head in attempt to ease the torment of it. The voices were clearer this time. Louder, but still just a jigsaw of conversations. A dot-to-dot of the spoken word. Then: you passed out.

Part 20: It’s Cold

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TALK ME DOWN . 1

I wanna sleep next to you But that's all I wanna do right now And I wanna come home to you But home is just a room full of my safest sounds

Song - TALK ME DOWN/Troye Sivan

Member - Kim Taehyung

Genre - Angst/Fluff

Admin - Sim

Life was great.

You had a house, a good paying job, a boyfriend, a loving family, close friends and a best friend. Everything you could ever wish for.

Kim Taehyung. He’s always been there for you. Every step of the way. He was chaotic however.

He’d wake you up at three am and drag you out of house because he ‘was bored and wanted to go for a walk’. He’d tease you to the point where you felt like tackling him to the ground and punching him. He’d randomly pick you up and throw you over his shoulder before beginning to run, leaving you screaming and begging for your life. He’d cuddle up to you for hours, refusing to let you go and insisting that one more movie was absolutely necessary to watch.

But all in all, you love your tae. He is kind and understanding, funny and outgoing.

You trust him with your life.

No no no, he isn’t your boyfriend. Everyone thinks he is. Tae’s just your friend - best friend.

7:21pm

Taetae – Open the door

y/n – Only if you have chocolate

Taetae – A whole bag full.

y/n – omw

You rush down stairs and open the door in a hurry soon to be greeted by a grinning, slightly wet, Taehyung. He steps inside your house and places his free hand on your head, ruffling your hair before placing the bag on the ground.

“It started to rain on my way here.” He states as he walks into the kitchen, grabbing a bowls and a packet of chips.

You chuckle and close the door, heading off to the living room with a pile of blankets and pillows greeting you.

“What movie are we watching today?” You ask, obtaining the remote as you plonk yourself down on the sofa.

“Something scary”. Taehyung walks into the room, placing food and drinks on the table before grabbing a large blanket from the side.

“The conjuring?” You ask, absentmindedly as you scroll through the list of options on the TV.

The older boy throws the blanket on top of you before sitting down beside you, his arm instantly wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

You felt warm. And safe. And content.

Taehyung felt like home to you. When he was around you felt at complete ease.

You didn’t pay attention to the movie. Instead, you listened to Taehyung’s heartbeat, the rhythmic sound against his chest sounded so soothing. You continued to rest your head on his chest, his body transmitting heat to yours and the blankets protecting you from the cold winter air. You pay attention to the way his hands wrap around your waist, his fingers rubbing the very small amount of skin your shirt failed to cover. His soft touch and the sound of his beating heart lulls you off to a deep slumber.

Ping!

You open your eyes slowly, your eyebrows furrow in annoyance as you awaken due to your phone. You glance up and notice Tae fast asleep, his brown hair covering his eyes and his mouth slightly apart.

8:10am

bby <3 – He’s at your house isn’t he?

y/n – Who? Tae?

bby <3 – Who the fuck else would I be talking about.

y/n – hey calm down. We had a movie night why are you asking?

bby <3 – So he fucking spent the night.

y/n – Quinn, I don’t understand why your getting so working up over it. We’re just friends. You said you understood when we started dating.

bby <3 – I’m coming over in an hour, he better not be there

..

or else.

You gulp. Oh no, you had gotten him angry. You glance back at Tae and smile weakly. You really didn’t want to wake him; he seemed so peaceful and comfortable.

“Tae..” You whisper, running your hands through his hair.

He shuffles around and groans in response.

“Tae, I’m so sorry but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” You say quietly, as if you had just said something really rude.

He slowly opens his eyes and looks into yours, smiling softly before sitting up.

“I understand. When is he coming?” He asks knowingly, Taehyung knew that your boyfriend Quinn didn’t like seeing him.

You stand up from the sofa and begin cleaning up the table as you reply.

“Wow I hope Sandra doesn’t hate you like Quinn hates me.” He jokes as he puts on his black jacket.

You look at him questioningly, furrowing your brows and tilting your head to the side.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you! Namjoon-hyung introduced me to one of his old friends and he suggested that Sandra and I get to know each other more. I agreed and we’re going out on a date. She seems pretty cool.” He explains, with a smile on his face.

You chuckle and grab an umbrella from the side of the room.

“And when’s this date?”

“Tonight.” Taehyung says proudly, for his good looks and great charms, you’d think he already has a girlfriend.

“Well, have fun! Don’t scare her off on the first date”, you joke as you hand him the umbrella.

He smiles and hugs you tightly before departing, closing the door behind him and skipping off happily down the street.

However, the second he is out of sight, your smile disappears as you await what is now to come.

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Title: Cool off Fandom: BAP Member: Junhong Genre/Warning: Smut, kinda fluffy I need some fluff when I write Jun smut cos HES STILL A BBY IN MY EYES lol hes older than me, swearing (shame on you and your potty mouth!), public indecency (horny kids these days) it was meant to be teasing, but I decided Junhong is a good boy for putting up with you so he deserves something more...  Summary/Request: {Request} how about the smut is about him and his s/o on a date and he teases her in public ;) A/N: Listen to this x cos why not! Okay so view this x but, I also recommend to view this x Word Count: 2802

It was a relatively hot day and you knew that your comfortable season of layer up layer, thick jumpers and comfortable jeans was over. You face was flushed and your night shirt stuck to your slightly sweaty form due to the heat, so when you went to pick out your clothes you decided that it was only logical to wear something loose fitting and… short.

A cute crop tee that flashed just a little waist and a skater skirt was perfect for the weather ‘and for your date’ you brain added as an afterthought. You decided to bring a cap too.

Once you were ready after having a much needed shower, keys in hand, wallet on your person, earphones firmly placed and phone slotted into your bra strap, you locked the door and made your way to the bus stop.

Even the short walk had managed to make your skin form a thin layer of sweat, your neck and collarbones slightly shining. You fanned your face, feeling hot even in the shade, listening to your music as you waited for the bus.

The bus arrived on time as usual and you chose the seat right at the back, sitting by the window and daydreaming out the window. You barely paid any attention to the stops you passed and let out a yelp when someone’s body crushed you. You were ready to let that foul mouth your mother always told you off for loose, sharp eyes shooting to the person who had the audacity to wrap their arm around your shoulders when you saw the biggest grin on the biggest stupid fluff-ball you’ve ever met in your life.

“Shithead!” You mumbled punching him without much strength in the chest. Of course though, the over dramatic giant baby he was, he had to squeal like a little school girl, attracting the attention of the thankfully few people on the bus. “AH!” He wheezed, holding his chest as he fake gasped for breath. “Oh the pain!” He flung himself back into the seat, his free hand dramatically pressed to his head. You rolled your eyes turning from him and turned up your music.

“Hey.” Poke. You took deep breathes. “Hey.” Poke. “Hey, hey, hey” Poke, poke, poke.  ‘I will not commit murder. I will not commit murder. I will not com-’ “CHOI JUNhong I swear to God!” You seethed, lowering your voice to scold the childish boy beside you. “Hey baby.” He grinned adding a cheeky peck to your cheek. 

Junhong loved to tease you. It was so much fun to see your cheeks shade an angry red and your brown orbs deepen to the point he could see himself reflected in your lovely eyes. The way your voice would shakily lower when you were in public as to not cause a scene. How your hands clenched to resist slapping his smug smile. He loved it so much. 

His arm around you pulled you tighter to him as he rested his head atop of yours, ignoring your complaints of “It’s too hot.” “Don’t you know its like 30 degrees arsehole I’m going to die.” “You feel like a fuckin’ radiator, move!” Of course your complaints eventually ceased, eventually, when the two of you were a stop away from the city centre.

“C’mon baby.” Junhong and all his long limbs stood from his seat, careful not to his head, holding his hand behind him for your to hold onto. You roll your eyes, but took it anyway, feeling a different warmth as his large hand gently held yours.

Outside was surprisingly more stifling that the bus with the shitty air con that did very little to cool anyone. “Wow baby, you look good.” You looked up at Junhong who was taking in the sight of thighs being teased by a short skirt, trailing up to a very grabbable waist, your crop top fitting very nicely over your breasts. He blinked when he reached your face, eye brow arched and hip jutted out in attitude. “Done looking?”Junhong’s arm quickly wraps around you to pull you into him. He stares you down, licking his lips and whispers, “You’re barely wearing anything anyway, but... I really want to rip those clothes off of you.” Your eyes widen. Attitude fading into embarrassment and heat no long from the sun but from blood rushing to give your cheeks and ears a shade of hot red. You pull back quickly, shoving his chest and kicking his shin, “Perv!” You speedily walk around him, pissed that there was no breeze to cool your cheeks and that you felt your nether regions tighten as his words. 

Junhong chuckled, tilting his head to check out your arse swaying with your angry steps, your skirt inching a bit too high at times to reveal plump cheeks and ‘fuck no way is she wearing that underwear’. Junhong speedily made his way to you, his long legs allowing him to catch up with you in no time. You said nothing when he fell in step with you, staring straight ahead and hoping your cap shaded your still reddened cheeks. Junhong pouted, thinking you were mad. “baby~” He whined shaking his arms side to side, long limbs looking ridiculous. “Don’t be mad, you know what you do to me.” He pouted and brought out the puppy eyes, bending to get closer to your face. Your eyes widen, hand coming up to quickly push his face away and avoid him, scared he would see your flushed state. “It’s fine.” ‘Fuck, my throat feels dry.’

Junhong gave you a sceptical look. “It doesn’t seem like that to me... You still seem ma-” “ICE CREAM!” You blurt, wanting to avoid this painful conversation. Junhong stares at you, frowning slightly. “I’m hot so.. let’s get ice cream.” You take a hold of his hand, dragging him toward the ice cream parlour. ‘Maybe that will help to cool me down...’

There were quiet a few ice cream parlours in the centre, but you always preferred the ones outside, overlooking the river. You and Junhong entered the centre, relieved at the air conditioning fanning your skin; you still somehow felt hot though. Going up the escalator till you reached the forth floor, you headed toward the outer stores, walking till you reached the ice cream parlour. The inside was busy, no doubt people wanted to escape the heat. but outside had only a few people. 

“Hello and welcome to Kee-kreams. We are offering a 5% discount to people who sit outside, we know it’s hot, but we really appreciate your interest in our store.” A cute girl with chubby cheeks recited and you wondered how many times the poor thing had to repeat the line. Junhong told her that’s fine and the two of you followed her out onto the balcony. “Is this seat okay?” She asked leading you over to the far corner, a table by the tall glass to give you a view. You nodded enthusiastically. “Perfect.” “Great! here’s your menu, just press this when you’re ready to order.” You thanked her, taking a seat and looking out into the distance at the sun making the water glisten. 

“Shall we get something to share?” You turned to Junhong, having forgot his earlier comment and smile. “Sure!” Junhong had picked something tasty in no time and made the order shortly after. While you both waited, Junhong held your hand from across the table, absentmindedly stroking your knuckles as you both small talked. “Wait? So Himchan kissed Jongup? but he reckons it was an accident?” You say in disbelief. Junhong laughed, nodding his head furiously. “How can you accidentally kiss someone playing blind mice? He reckons he “Fell” on his lips.” You laugh, snorting to reply, “Please, Channie’s thirst for Uppie is too painfully blatant.”

“Orders up!” You both turn your head to the cheerful girl who seated you, hand detaching from Junhong’s as she places your shared dessert on the table. “Hope you enjoy!” You’re already licking your lips; mountains of ice cream, tons of chocolate sauce, wafers and cherries, what more could you want?

You were about to reach for the spoon, but Junhong grabbed both of them before you. He cheesily grinned. “Let me feed you baby!” You roll your eyes, “Really Junhong? Give me the spoon.” You try reaching, but his freakishly long arms pull back behind him. “C’mon shithead! I really want it so gimmeeeeee!” Now you were whining. Like a child. ‘Fucking Choi Junhong you’re rubbing off on me’  You huff. “Fine.”

And that’s how you eat for the next few minutes. Junhong swapping between feeding himself and feeding you. Him, purposely you’re sure, allowing cream to drip down the sides of your lips. “Ah!” You squeak in shock feeling ice cold substance fall to your chest. “Shit baby sorry.” Junhong says, rushing out of his seat to go next to you. Grabbing a tissue he begins to wipe your chest. “Ah,” He says with a concerned frown. “You’re going to be sticky now.” You gasp in absolute shock when Junhong nears his mouth to your chest and licks at the sticky spot, tongue lapping before his lips press to your skin. “Jun! What the fuck” He sits up, blinking innocently. “I think it’s okay now baby.

“Hmm I never knew the ice cream here was so good!” Your eyes squint in suspicion. You’ve both been here enough times and he sound’s way too happy right now. “Have some more.” His actions are so cute, you don’t have time to register the ice cream being swiped on your cheek. His tongue is burning hot against the ice cold treat and you feel yourself tense up. Again, he’s slowed your brain, made you into mush so when he dumps more ice cream - this time on your chin -you don’t have time to reprimand him then either. But, you also can’t help the little whimper that leaves your mouth when you feel how his tongue moves to lap at the cream.

“So good.”He groans when he licks at your neck this time. You look around, some people have left the outside, others having their backs to you give or take a couple of people and you can’t really see your table that well from the inside. Still, if someone saw... “Junhong.” Your voice is shaky; your firm and snarky voice barely stable a you feel Junhong place the cream lower, this time beneath your collarbones. His lips come to your ear. “Don’t think of stopping me baby. I saw those panties,” He giggled. Even in situation’s like these he was so casual about it, like it didn’t affect him, But the way he would rock into your body, you know it affected him. “You’re lucky I didn’t push you onto this table and fuck you baby. I was so tempted too, because I know how much you would scream and beg, God, I know how you would beg even if everyone could hear you. But, fortunately for you, I don’t want to be banned from this place, so we’re going to do this. Okay?” It wasn’t really a question and you didn’t dispute as he got more cream, splaying it over your chest to lap up. 

Junhong brought a hand up to roughly squeeze your clothed breast; hastily shoving his hand down your top to expose your breast. You whimpered, eyes looking around. Your cheeks were permanently stained red and you knew there was no chance that you would be able to cool down now. not when his tongue was steadily heating you from the inside out. You hiss when the cream is messily placed on your breast, trailing toward your stiffening nipple. Your knee hits the table when Junhong’s teeth bite your nipple and pull. “Fuck!” You try and shift more into Junhong’s face, feeling so exposed yet so turned on. Junhong sucks on your breast, hard and rough, his spit leaving you glistening. 

Junhong is usually patient; maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the delicious, maybe it’s those damn undies he know’s your wearing now, but his patience is gone. He can’t trail down your body anymore, he want’s his treat now. Your thighs are slapped apart and then he’s cupping your pussy, feeling how hot and wet you are. “I want to eat you out so bad baby. With that ice cream messily dripping down your wet pussy. I know you love my tongue too, don’t you baby?” His voice is strained, soft voice fading into a deep and needy tone that has you bucking against his hand. 

He rubs you quickly, your panties causing a lovely friction on your clit that has your legs spreading more. “How many time’s have I ruined you in these panties baby?” Your panting by now and can barely focus, your mind on alert, but your body begging for more. “Ruin me again.” You whimper. Your hand reaches for the cream, swiping and then looking Junhong in the eyes as you stick your fingers in your mouth, sucking hard. When you’ve released them from your mouth, you crash your lips to Junhong’s, a messy kiss that has teeth clashing and tongues bringing lewd noises, dribble messing the both of you.

You didn’t realise, but nearly scream in Junhong’s mouth when his hand shoves itself down your panties and find your hole, a finger quickly slipping in. “God, I swear you’re the devil.” Junhong says breathlessly, head in your hair as he works another finger into your wet pussy, clenching desperately around him. “I- umph, I could sa-ay the same...ooo.. about you” Your pussy is embarrassingly wet. Junhong’s fingers squelching in and out of you. Your thighs clamp around his fingers and your hip’s buck as your body is just about to fall on the edge. “Nope.” And the fingers are gone. 

“No,” You whine, even stamping your feet. “You can’t fucking, put it back now!” Junhong chuckles, tasting his fingers. “Lift that cute little butt baby.” Confused you do. Junhong shuffles till he’s manoeuvred himself beneath you. “Jun, no we will defin-” “The only way we’re going to be caught is if you can’t get your mouth shut. Hey, baby, eat the ice cream it’s melting.” His fingers dig into your hips when he rolls his crotch up onto your sensitive pussy. “Now.” He growls. With a shaky hand you reach for the spoon, but not before tucking your breast away. The waitress from earlier is showing some more people to tables outside and as you slide the spoon into your mouth, you make eye contact. You can see she’s a tad confused, I mean why would you be sitting on your boyfriend’s lap... But she smiles and turns away, just as Junhong has pulled himself out and is stroking his tip on your wetness. 

You stuff more ice cream in your mouth when you feel him dropping you slowly onto him. Your moans are muffled around the quickly melting cream and you feel like crying, frustrated both by him and by the fact that you can’t make a noise. “Wow! So you can keep quiet?” He teases, enjoying the way you shovel ice cream into your mouth. Once you’re settled on his dick, Junhong moves his hips, slow releases of pleasure working your body. You just want him to hurry, on edge that someone will see, but also wanting to finally cum. 

Junhong moves your hips a bit more roughly, trying to be discreet in your movements. Your dripping all over him and the noises your pussy makes as it swallows him as him groaning. His hand pushes your lower back till your slightly raised, leaning just enough on the table to look casual. “Just like that baby.” And then your crying around a spoon. His hips pistoned up into you, your arse cheeks rippling with the power of his thrusts. You try swallowing your cries, praying to God that no one can hear you from across the balcony. ‘Oh my God, can anyone from downstairs see you through the glass?’ “C’mon baby,” Junhong groans behind you and fuck, his voice is turning you on, “I can feel your little pussy wants to cum, so cum.” Your body spasms so much, that Junhong has to hold you to keep the attention of others turning to you. Your head lowers, thankful for your cap that can hopefully block the expression on your face as the pleasure slowly dies within you. 

Junhong pulls you off of him, settling your dazed self into a seat beside him as he finishes himself off into a napkin. “That’s disgusting.” You weakly say. He grins. “I’d rather cum in your mouth, but I think it would definitely look suspicious if you’re under the table huh baby?