#might blow a raspberry.. or give it a small bite idk

[temeyes]

with all the tasty ghost belly on my feed, all i can think about is this,,,

[alolowrites]

Everyone’s Got a Sweet Tooth!

Summary: Bakugou hates sweets. You don’t think this is true and begin a mission to discover his favorite candy. After all, you are the brilliant Candy Master who won’t stop until Bakugou’s sweet tooth is satisfied.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m so glad I was finally able to write a full fic for Bakugou; it’s been so long. Originally, this was supposed to be for the bingo event, but had trouble fleshing out the story’s direction. I really wanted to write this story since the plot was hilarious to me, idk why. 

Please enjoy!

10.30.21 UPDATE: HI!!!!! I went back and edited the heck out of this baby since it’s my favorite Bakugou story I’ve written. I hope it is now decent lmao. Happy Halloween!! 

Word Count: 2.4K+

“Katsuki, what is the meaning of all this?!”

“The hell are you talkin’ bout?”

“This!” 

You marched with purpose and plopped down on the couch where he sat. Bakugou remained unfazed, clicking on the remote control. He mindlessly surfed through the channels with an attention span of an HR recruiter combing through a mountain pile of resumes. Stupid sitcoms, fake ass “reality” tv shows, QVC advertising their products like it's Black Friday all day, every day. Bakugou frowned—why does he pay so much for these useless channels? 

His eyes teared away from the screen as the phone waved frantically on his left. 

You huffed. “According to Maximus Heroes, you—and I quote—‘bleeping hate sweets!’”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “Damn idiots censored my words.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what is?”

“That you hate sweets!” 

You viciously smacked a pillow at him, ignoring his yells. Bakugou snatched the weapon with a growl. For a soft pillow, it felt like a firm foam roller. You stood up and paced around, arms flailing in the air. 

“How can my boyfriend say such a thing?!” You pointed at your signature black top hat. “Do you know who I am? I’m the lovable Candy Master, CEO of the Candy Basket Factory!” 

Bakugou shrugged. “So?”

“So, you can’t say you hate sweets!” You gripped your chest, sniffling a bit. “I feel as though I’ve been betrayed.”

“Would you sit your ass down?” 

Bakugou tossed the pillow at you and crossed his arm; he was too tired to deal with this nonsense. Somehow the QVC channel looked more appealing now. You begrudgingly plopped on the couch, a small pout growing on your face. Bakugou snuck a glance and sighed, tossing the remote aside. 

“Are you seriously so upset about this?” Instant regret flooded through his mind as he remembered that ridiculous day. “It was a freakin’ answer to a stupid question in a stupid celebrity article.” 

“…maybe…”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. You took off your signature hat and examined it; the hat was firm yet soft and had three peppermint candies artistically attached like a beautiful brooch. You moped silently for an eternity until an exciting idea rushed into your mind. Bakugou jumped as you squealed, his mouth ready for snarl, but you beat him to the punch. 

“I got it!” Two hands eagerly cupped his sharp cheeks, your whimsical eyes meeting his feral ones. They did nothing to damper your beaming smile. “You don’t hate sweets; you just haven’t found your favorite candy!”

Bakugou grabbed your wrist yet didn’t pull them away. Another giggle rang throughout the living room as you shot up from the sofa. A specific look crossed your face—one that both irked and frightened Bakugou to no end; he was through dealing with your shenanigans. 

“Whatever you’re thinkin’ about, the answer is no!”

“Too late! The mind is churning,” you piped, taking a cheerful step toward the doorway. Spinning on your heel, you gave a hat tip to Bakugou and declared, “I won’t rest until that sweet tooth of yours is satisfied!” 

Yup, it was too late. Bakugou had no choice but to go along with this dumb idea. Closing his eyes, he slammed a pillow over his face and screamed.

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Ground Zero’s hero agency was buzzing with life. Phones rang off the hook, yet all were answered to avoid the voicemail machine. Interns carried endless stacks of papers, their dying arms begging for relief and fingers stinging from brutal paper cuts. The afternoon shift sidekicks clocked in their arrival while the morning ones yawned out the door.

Everything ran like a well-oiled machine, just how Bakugou liked it. He took great pride in this, hiring only the best and brightest. However, none of them held a candle against him—the number two pro hero. Unfortunately, being a prominent hero brought lots of reports he needed to sign.

And he was not excited about this.

“Um, sir?”

“Damnit, Small Head,” Bakugou growled, halting his pen’s movement. Fiery eyes glared at the man peeking around the ajar door. “If you bring me another paper to sign, I will stab this pen in your damn eye!”

“I-I assure you that I bring no reports, sir!” Kioshi, Bakugou’s personal assistant, waddled inside the office, fixing the tie that was strangling his neck. He slid a peculiar package toward his boss and bowed his head. “You have a special delivery from the Candy Master.”  

Bakugou scrunched his eyebrows. On his desk was a white box with an orange ribbon wrapped neatly in the upper left corner. A tiny card sat underneath it, and with closer inspection, had his first name written across in gold letters. Bakugou shooed Kioshi away, waiting to hear the door close to ensure absolute privacy.

At first, Bakugou had a mini stare-down with the gift. When it didn’t burst into flames, he sucked his breath and snatched the card. Bakugou turned it around to read the following message:

Everyone knows you got a sour attitude, but only I get to see that sweet side of yours. Figured these treats might do the trick. I made them just for you!

Enjoy,

C.M

P.S. These are an ~exclusive~ batch from my top-secret collection! So hush-hush!

Bakugou snorted at your writing, tossing the card aside and opening the box. His eyes narrowed at the vibrant gumdrops nestled above the black tissue paper. White sugar lightly coated the green and orange candies, each twinkling under the natural light that shined through his large window. A smirk curled on his lips; the whole package reflected his hero costume.

“Let’s see how good these are.”

Bakugou ate the green gumdrop. It was chewy and sour, the lime flavor making him twitch a bit. The sweetness kicked in ten seconds later. Bakugou tried the orange gumdrop next, and the acid was strong too but enjoyable. He soon devoured the entire box in one sitting.

Once that was done, he marched out of the office to start his daily patrol. It didn’t take long for a stupid thug to cross his path. Bakugou slammed him against the concrete wall, hauling him up with just one hand. The man trembled in fear but stopped squirming and cocked his head to the side, dumbfounded. 

Bakugou growled. “What the hell are you looking at?”

“Your tongue...it got weird colors, man.”

“Eh? The fuck are you talking ‘bout?” 

Bakugou peeked at his reflection on the store’s window. He recoiled when he saw the horrible swirls of green and orange covering his tongue. A vicious scowl crossed Bakugou’s face, his iron grip tightening around the thug’s collar. The guy’s high-pitched yelps fell on deaf ears. 

“Fuckin’ gumdrops!”

They were crossed off the list.

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“I don’t want it.”

“But, sir, the gift—”

“I know who it’s from, and I’m telling you no.”

“Sir,” Kioshi gripped the massive, cherry red treat in his hand. A black ribbon with long strings almost reached the floor. The assistant sighed. “It’s just a lollipop.”

“Do I look like a fuckin’ baby to ya?” Bakugou crossed his arms, refusing to budge on his childish decision. The irony made Kioshi roll his eyes mentally. “Give it away or something. Now get out.”

“Yes, sir…”

Lollipops were crossed off the list.

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Another day, another gift Bakugou received from you.

They came sporadically and kept the hero on his toes. He never understood why you sent the gifts directly to his office; you both lived in the same apartment for crying out loud! Worst of all, he could never get a single hint on what candy he would receive next. Every time he asked—or more accurately, demanded—you shot him a coy smile and purred, “Ah, ah, ah! It’s a surprise!”

Bakugou wanted to rip his eyeballs out.

However, he reluctantly played along with your stupid game. Whenever Kioshi entered his office, Bakugou masked his slight interest with the usual scowl. If the assistant didn’t bring candy, then Bakugou blamed him for interrupting his private time. The anger was worse if Kioshi brought more reports for him to sign.

Kioshi was thankful for the days when a new candy gift arrived.

Unfortunately, the last three gifts were complete failures. The first was the strawberry licorice, which dangled in Bakugou’s hand. He took a few bites and complained that he was eating a rubber wheel. Next was a bag of colorful gummy worms. Bakugou shoved a couple in his mouth and swore he felt one of them move on its own. Finally, there was the lemon green jawbreaker; it was the size of a baseball. One look and Bakugou shouted over the phone: “You tryna give me dentures?!”

All three candies were crossed off the list. Still, you didn’t give up and sent another gift to Bakugou. He read the simple message on the card:

Chew and blow to your heart’s content, babe!

Love,

C.M

P.S. I promise this won’t change the color on your tongue, haha!

Bakugou opened the sleek, rectangular box and found a bubble gum packet inside; there were three thin pieces. He slipped one in his mouth, surprisingly pleased with the bold raspberry flavor hitting his taste buds. Bakugou skimmed the card again and did as instructed—he chewed.

Typically, an ordinary bubble gum would lose its flavor after five minutes. But the flavor in your gum only got juicier; it encouraged Bakugou to continue chewing. He then blew a tiny bubble before popping it in his mouth. Not bad, he thought as another bubble expanded in front of him. His chews became more aggressive, and the bubbles more prominent than the previous ones. Stupidly, he puffed out a massive bubble, and it grew…

…and grew…and grew until there was a loud pop.

Bakugou’s roars shook the entire building, spilling cold tea all over Kioshi’s shirt. 

Bubble gum was crossed off the list.

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Everything was going well down at the Candy Basket Factory. People lined up outside for the magical tours that ran every hour. Kids bounced off the walls as if they were on a sugar rush while their parents felt a migraine pounding on their heads. Inside the factory, the ceilings were high, and the walls were vibrant like the sun. Laughter rang from every corner as employees chit-chatted about their daily lives; they were relaxed yet efficiently worked to the same drumbeat.

A soft smile crept on your face. You were glad everyone was happy; it was the driving force behind your factory’s joyful spirit. Eventually, that spirit would leave these doors and touch billions of people’s hearts with your precious candies.

Just as you closed your eyes, someone barged into your office and barked your name. You chuckled, spinning the leather chair around to meet a furious Bakugou. His nostrils flared like a bull, and his menacing eyes looked ready to kill. However, the gum’s blobs stuck on his porcupine blonde hair squashed the pro hero’s intimidating aura.

“You—”

“—I’m so sorry, boss!” Nozomi panted into the room, hands on her knees as she caught her breath. “I tried stopping him, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“It’s quite alright, Zomi!” You chirped without breaking Bakugou’s intense eye contact. “I can handle him. Please let everyone know I’ll be busy with an important meeting.”

Nozomi bowed and closed the door behind her. Bakugou wasted no time complaining, his hands slamming on your desk. 

“Quit sending me your cavity-infested garbage! I’ve had it with this fuckin’ game.”

“Oh, come on, babe!” You rolled forward and rested your chin on your gloved hand palm. “Can’t I just send my dashing boyfriend some sweet gifts? Get it!” You jokingly slapped his forearm. “Because candies are sweet? Man, I crack myself up at times…”

“You’re insufferable.”  

You winked at him. “But that’s what you love about me!”

Bakugou gritted his teeth and looked away. A light blush tainted his cheeks; he hated how right you were. You walked around the desk and stood beside him, wiping off the fairy sugar dust on his shirt. He probably barged through the sample stand near the entrance, scaring off the poor intern. 

“Alright, alright.” You gave a gentle pat. “Sorry for going a little overboard with the gifts. I was just excited about finding your favorite candy! I don’t want you hating them.”

Bakugou’s anger subsided. “Why is this so damn important to you?”

“Because I love spreading endless joy through sweets.” 

The answer was simple and innocent. Bakugou blinked and was taken aback by the gentleness in your eyes. 

“Candy makes everyone happy,” you chirped. “Knowing someone’s favorite candy helps me bring their smile back whenever they���re upset or lost. Can’t have the world be all mopey now, can we?”

Your fingers hovered above Bakugou’s head. The gum moved under your command and floated in the air. You flicked it into the trash bin with ease, and Bakugou murmured a quick ‘thanks’ under his breath. After ruffling his hair, you suddenly remembered something sitting on your shelf. Bakugou stared at the small pyramid of chocolate truffles coming toward him.

“I made these babies a few minutes ago,” you said, eying the plate with a proud grin. “Normally, I do a taste test and then send the gift if it satisfies my expectations. But, I got a feeling you’ll love them.”  

Bakugou’s face was unreadable. You gave him a gentle nudge and encouraged him to take one. He sighed before picking a chocolate truffle; it was warm and soft, the cocoa powder dusting his fingertips. After suspiciously staring at the truffle, he ate the entire thing in one go. His eyes widened as all the flavors exploded at once. The crushed red pepper flakes, the hints of rich cinnamon and orange zest, and the bittersweet dark chocolate made from the finest quality found on Earth all danced perfectly together with every bite. 

“So…” You placed the plate on the desk, watching Bakugou swallow the truffle down. “What do you think? Give me your honest opinion! Don’t sugarcoat it, haha! I’m on fire today!”

Bakugou turned away. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait!” You hugged his bicep with a pout. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. Just tell me if you liked the chocolate truffles.”  

“They’re good.”

Your smile grew. “Good enough to be your favorite?”

“Sure,” he smirked, shoving another truffle into his mouth. You cheered on the spot after weeks of constant failures. Of course, some of the complaints were nonsense which didn’t surprise you. Bakugou was a picky bastard; the lollipop fiasco served as a great example. You were glad he thoroughly enjoyed the chocolate truffles.

Before you walked away, Bakugou pulled you close to him and crushed his lips on yours. He caught you off guard, but the surprise was certainly welcomed. You soon melted into the kiss after tasting the rich dark chocolate and spices on his lips. Bakugou’s arms snaked around your waist as your hands gripped his broad shoulders.

“You know,” Bakugou’s hot breath tickled your right ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I think I got a new favorite candy.”

“Is that so?” You hummed, a coy smile plastered on your face. 

“Let’s hope it satisfies your sweet tooth then, Ground Zero.”

“Oh, it will.”

After all, you were the one and only Candy Master.

As always, thanks for reading!

10.18.20 UPDATE: Story’s sequel, Gold Coins and a Gold Heart now uploaded. 

[xgiannax]

Hey❕ I’ve just felt so terrible for the past few days, I have a head cold😕 which kinda scared me at first because with everything going on with the virus I kinda forgot that it was possible to be ‘regular sick’ if that makes sense? Idk 😭

🦋The Dare Master🦋

“Hey, Y/N!” Kaminari pulled you in for a side hug and you gasped feigning shock

“Woah dude, what is that?! There’s this really strong force surrounding you. Almost like...The Force” he looked at you as if you were insane which made the girls relaxing in the lounge behind you snicker silently

“The Force? Y/N, what are you on? That stuffs not real-“

“Of course it is, why do you think magnets move toward each other so strongly?” You stumbled 100% sure that you would fail, there’s no way he’s going for this you groaned biting your lips.

“Yeah right, Y/N! Magnets come together because of magnetic force-.....FORCE! HOLY COW” Jirou almost cracked laughing loudly into a pillow on the lounge couch, You ignored her and shushed him quickly pulling him in by his arm

“Shh Shh! Listen, Denki. I don’t know how to say this, but I think you might have The Force” his eyes went wide looking around the room “Here, let’s start small. You see that empty cup in front of Ashido? Knock it over”

The two of us turned toward the group of girls and they quickly acted ‘natural’. He stared intently at the cup, Momo nudged the corner of the coffee table near her sending the cup flying to the ground rather convincingly. He quickly paled, you looked up at him stunned

“What if my power falls into the wrong hands? Does this mean the fate of the world is up to me?! *sigh* I guess today I’ve become a man. I’ve got to go, Y/N. I’ve got some..thinking, to do.” He brooded almost comically and disappeared toward the boys hallway, when he was out of ear shot all the girls erupted into laughter and a few cheers

“There is no damn way you actually just pulled that shit off!” Jirou shouted through laughter, you smirked

“I told y’all, truth or dare master. At this rate, I’m gonna be rich” your smug reply made Ashido squint mischievously, and something told you you weren’t gonna like what came next

“Hold on, hold on before the next person takes their turn... since you’re the ‘dare master’ your turn isn’t over, let’s make it all or nothing? “ you nodded skeptically

“Okay? What’s the dare?” Her grin widened

“Ignore your boyfriend, for the rest of the day” You paled, mouth instantly falling open

“What?! It’s only 3 o’clock now, so for how long?!”

“Until 9pm” all the girls ‘oooo’ed “Yep. She can’t do it”

“I can!” You protested

“Bet money you can’t, if you loose you owe us each 3$” she countered pulling out 3 singles from her pocket and slamming it on the coffee table, all the other girls followed doing the same thing.

“So? What’s it’s gonna be? Better choose quick here comes Kirishima now, you know Bakugou isn’t far behind him”

“Fine!” You hissed at her through clenched teeth

“Mhm. Meet here at 8:30, so that we can prove that you didn’t cheat. If you even make it that long”

“You’re on-“

“Y/N! Hey, how’s our gourgous girlfriend doing!?” You heard a angry growl and a thud shortly after “Ouch, okay okay I was kidding she’s only yours!” When you turned back all of the other girls had vanished accept for Momo, a witness you guessed. You piped up instantly and glanced at the clock

3:22 pm

“Hey, Kiri! What have you been up to?” He sat in front of you while your boyfriend slid comfortably beside you and grabbed your waist, nudging your neck with his nose to greet you. You wanted to melt. Even though the man was aggressive and angry most of the time, when it came to you touch was definitely his love language. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard, he didn’t seem to be in a talking mood today. Pshh I got this. You thought smugly

7:00 pm

You absolutely and positively do not have ‘this’. This was unbelievably hard and was only getting worse as the day progressed, he sent you meme after meme and it was taking everything in you not to respond to his text messages. You picked your phone up off the table and felt a pang in your heart, 30 missed text messages and 9 missed calls from him. There was a knock on your door and you knew it was him, so you forced yourself not to open it. But of course, he let himself in with the spare key and saw you laid across the bed

“Hey, dumbass. What the hell are you doing that you can’t text me back or answer me?!” He asked in his typical aggressive voice, you didn’t acknowledge him and continued to scroll through you phone. He slammed the door behind him and stormed in

“What is your issue, Y/N seriously” again, nothing. “Did I do something?” He asked gruffly, only slightly lowering his voice in concern. No response, he growled in frustration and stomped over to the bed hovering over you and trapping you with a hand on either side of your head

“If I did something just-just say it dumbass, I mean it!” The genuine concern in his voice almost made you break and hug him so he knew you weren’t actually mad. Instead, you turned your head away from him and bit your tongue

“Tch, fine! Fuck it then! You wanna ignore me? I can ignore you too” you half cheered and half frowned because now he was mad at you, but at least it would make ignoring him easier if he was ignoring you. The door to your room slammed shut and you let out a relieved breath.

8:30 pm

Feeling completely untouchable you sat in the dorm lounge area cross legged on the couch, Jirou was sulking slouched in a chair knowing that she only had 30 minutes. After Katsuki left earlier you left your dorm room so he wouldn’t be able to find you, you hung out with a couple of your classmates. The less you saw him the quicker you won.

“You wanna just give it up now, Jirou? I told you, I’m a legend at truth or dare” she glared at you, then her face suddenly lit up

“No way, don’t get too cocky we still have 30 minutes. Wait here...” she disappeared down the hall and you scoffed sinking comfortably into the cushions. About 15 minutes had gone by before you heard something that sent a chill down your spine

“Y/F/N FUCKING Y/L/N YOU BETTER RUN BECAUSE IM ACTUALLY GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!” Your boyfriend boomed from down the hall, Jirou came running in out of breath. She bent over with her hands on her knees

“Better start gathering the money up, Y/N!” You glared at her

“What did you do-“

“Hey, out of my way!” He stormed in the room and locked eyes with you, to say he was fuming was an understatement “Wanna tell me why you went out with everyone but me?” You snapped your mouth shut and looked at the wall above his head, trying your hardest not to loose when you were so close

“UGH WHY THE HELL ARE YOU NOT TALKING TO ME? ACTUALLY, I DONT CARE YOURE GONNA TALK TO ME WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT-“ he was storming toward you and your eyes fell on the clock. 8:52. You couldn’t hide the grin that covered your face, he stopped his angry persuit and stared at you with hard eyes when he saw your goofy smile. He turned to Jirou, then turned back to look at you.

“What is it that you aren’t telling me, Y/N” he asked with a raised eyebrow stalking toward you, he smiled evily and you knew what was coming next. You grabbed a throw pillow and used it to cover your midsection, he pounced yanking it away from you with an evil laugh and you grabbed his wrists trying to hide your shocked giggles

“Come on, take the easy way out and just confess. Or I can get it out of you the hard way baby, you know I can” He growled, your eyes fell on the clock. 8:56. While you were distracted he pushed you back and dug both of his hands into your exposed armpits

“NAAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA” You screeched thrashing around insanely with your arms clamped to your sides. He was merciless as he drilled his fingers deep into the hollows of your armpits and wiggled them quickly, there was no way you could take much longer of this. You shook your head side to side violently and arched your back trying to throw him off but of course failing. Just as you expect he didn’t let up or budge one bit

“ I don’t even feel bad for killing you like this dumbass, you’ve been ignoring me all day! Had me thinking I did something wrong- nope come here you’re not going anywhere! Move your hands, you deserve this!” Katsuki pulled you back on the couch and forced your hands to the side blowing raspberries all over your stomach and wrecking your armpits at the same time, after about 4 raspberries you lost count and fell into silent laughter. Through your teary eyes you saw the time and you felt more relief than ever. 9:02. Any relief you felt washed away almost instantly when he ruthlessly squeezed and poked at your knees and thighs, by now you had no energy to fight and you just laid weak and completely wrecked screaming your head off. Bakugou would usually tickle and tease you often and could be pretty relentless.

But this time, he completely destroyed you which you no doubt deserved for taking the stupid dare, you tried to scold yourself mentally but couldn’t think about anything other than how incredibly crazy he was driving you kneading into your inner thighs

“STOHOHOP I CANHAHAT TAKE ANYMORE! AHAHA ITWASADARE” he stopped looking down at you with a glare

“What did you just say?”

“It was a dare. I was *hiccup* supposed to ignore you for the dare” You slurred completely out of breath and tingling from his attack. Jirou crossed her arms swearing

“Shit, well I guess you won Y/N. I’ll tell the girls, we’ll bring you the money later” she sulked off and your boyfriend stared down at you pretending like he was mad at you

“You mean to fucking tell me that you ignored me all day for a damn bet?!”

“No! I mean yeah, but not on purpose?” Your nervous talking was a result of the look he was giving you that told you he wasn’t done with you yet or anytime soon.

[silverkoushi]

haikyuu!! headcanons

⇢ scenario: how you’d spend the holidays with them!! pt.2 | read pt. 1 here! ⇢ feat. : tsukki (karasuno), bokuto (fukurodani) & kuroo (nekoma) x gn!reader ⇢  wc & warnings:  3.3k, slightly suggestive for kuroo

ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ not @ me having the phattest crush on kuroo as you can probably tell here... dear god that man is something edit: omo for some reason the paragraphs got messed up n i just checked it after hours of posting... i fixed it now so hopefully it makes more sense ahh my apologies!! ><

tsukishima kei

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮  idk about you but i think tsukki secretly enjoys the holidays? like he’d think the music is overbearing, the movies are disgustingly cliche, and the amount of people gathering in places is one of his worst nightmares— those aren’t the things that he looks forward to. i think tsukki loves winter, maybe because i see him as a softie who collects sweaters, hoodies, and sweatpants that keep him comfy and cozy during cold nights and chilly mornings! WITH THAT BEING SAID, tsukki dies inside when he sees you wearing any of those following outfits of his. he might get annoyed at first that you don’t ask because he was planning on wearing them that day, but when you show up at his dorm clad in his night blue sweater with a little moon stitched on the side, there are no words coming out of his mouth. he will try to look menacing, eyes in a deadpan expression but you know he’s lying, and just stare at him with a doe-like face and put his hands in yours, swinging it back and forth as you drag him out of his room and into the snowy field. you don’t even think twice about getting matching sweaters because the boy will hate you for the rest of his life, but at least you got him to wear a reindeer headband for 2 seconds in the photobooth!! most of the time, you basically just bring him to anywhere you want to go. you guys look at the humongous christmas tree they placed in the center of the plaza, and you ask someone walking by if you can get a picture of the two of you in front of him. this way, tsukki can’t complain and will be semi-forced to pose with you hehe. you thought he’d just be standing there, arms to his side with a nonchalant expression but you actually feel him put his arm around your waist and lean his head down on top of yours. 

you can’t help the cheeky smile show on your face as you tiptoe just enough to reach his cheek, and once the guy said, “ok one more!” you steal a kiss on the side of tsukki’s small smile. “hey, what was—” “thanks, mister!! happy holidays!!” you avoid his stare, and get your phone back from the guy as you scroll through the pics he took (thank god only a few were blurry). tsukki keeps glaring at you, and you understand he’s not big into pda but uh, he started it with holding you close to him like that >:( “what?? you look so cute here, though!!” you whine to him, hoping he doesn’t ask that you delete it :( tsukki gives it a once over, a warm feeling creeping on his cheeks as he studies the picture: damn, is he whipped for you. he dismisses the overreaction on his part (for once), and takes your hand in his once more, asking where it is you wanted to go next. you’re surprised he left it like that, but you’re taking advantage of this situation and drag him to more festive stuff around the plaza <3

with your parents spending the holidays abroad and working overtime, tsukki’s mom invited you to their place instead and you’re!! more than happy and oh so grateful!! tsukki doesn’t show it but he’s actually extremely nervous,, what if you don’t like his family?? what if his brother is too annoying for you, what if this isn’t the kind of in-laws you were expecting— wait, he’s thinking too far ahead and you’re looking at him with raised eyebrows. quick! he turns away from your gaze, biting his lip at getting caught with his overthinking. “tsukki, you okay?” you ask gently, looping your arm around his as you guys near his house. “yeah…” he responds lamely, and you’re not sure if he wanted you at his house for the holidays or what… but you shake the negativity away and tell yourself that this is an opportunity to show your own personality to his family!! you’re greeted by a boisterous even taller guy at the door, and his also really tall mom waving at you from the kitchen, finishing up the grand dinner. “mom and i thought you were just pretending about your relationship, tsukki~” akiteru nudges him, and you chuckle at your boyfriend’s helpless look on his face, as if telling you this is what i dealt with during my childhood. but the holiday celebration with his family went super smooth!! his mom cooked amazing homemade dishes, and tsukki was actually smiling and laughing along the poor jokes akiteru made, it was so endearing to watch. you asked to help with the clean up as tsukki and his brother play volleyball outside in the cold. 

“i’m so glad he has you,” his mom comforts you, and you nod your head in thanks while you wipe the plates clean. “i’ve never seen him so… cheerful like this, you know?” what a heartwarming thing to say :(( and yet you thought he was just finally letting loose because he’s at home!! his mom turns in early that eve of christmas, and his brother goes out to have a nightly beer sesh with his hometown friends before christmas morning tomorrow. you and tsukki are left alone in his room as you marvel at the many dinosaur related merch, posters, and even stuffies he has in his childhood room!! “don’t say it,” he threatens you lightly, even though you’ve been well-aware of his fascination for the species. a little tired from the trip earlier and ngl you’re both full from the food, you lay down on the floor, pillows supporting your sleepy heads as tsukki shares the other side of his earphones. you listen to calming, lofi music for the night and at some point, he finds your fingers in his again. “thank you for having me, tsukki,” you whisper with a yawn, remembering the night days ago where you cried into his shoulder about missing your own family during this season. tsukki doesn’t respond as he hears your light snoring, and instead turns his body towards you as he caresses the side of your face, smiling at the beauty before him. “you’re always welcome here, dummy. you’ll always have me.”

bokuto koutarou

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮  oof!! so many holiday parties!! gift giving exchanges!! dancing and singing, drinking and having the time of your lives! of course, bokuto asks first and foremost if you’re okay going to all of these celebrations with him as he has gathered a lot of friends from different majors, clubs, and such. you didn’t expect to come with him to all of them, tbh, but since he seems so excited to bring you along you found yourself nodding along! OOPS, what a wild ride it was to meet friends you didn’t even know he had. first, bokuto asked you to help him find some gifts for the exchange parties and you comply— you love thinking up presents for diff kinds of people! “would akaashi want this?” he points at a set of compression socks for sports “you’d want that more, bo” “oh oh!! how about this for kuroo?!” he leads you to the beauty section, hairspray littering the aisle “i think that’s more of an insult than a gift…” he’ll pout at his failure to think of the best gifts for his friends, but you cling to him with your linked arms and tell him not to worry— you kinda figured the kind of people his best friends are, so you suggest things off the bat: film roll for akaashi the photography minor, a mug with a pun-ny chem joke for kuroo, and a new case for kenma’s switch lite!! “wah! you know them better than i do,” he exclaims, eyes shining in excitement as you bring the gifts and other extra stuff to his apartment to help him wrap them. with this, bokuto came up with an idea to wrap the presents in the most creative way possible, and you just stare at him in awe as he tries to disguise the mug as.. a gingerbread man?? you don’t even know how he did it! as you tape up the finishing touches with the others, you eye a small gift wrapped box on the island counter along with a card next to it, all glittery and a name scribbled on top that you can’t make out where you were seated. 

“hey, bo, who’s that for?” you point at the suspecting box, and almost immediately bokuto body slams you on the ground, obstructing your view of the gift. “bokuto i can’t breathe—” you wheeze, laughing at the way he scrambles to get up from the position but his feet slips against the unused wrapping paper on the floor. “sorry, sorry i just— STOP LOOKING” he pleads, caging you with his arms either side your figure. the both of you pause, realizing the predicament you’re in until bokuto unleashes a sly smirk, eyes pointed at you with a mischievous glint. you know that look, so you start wiggling out of his way until he plops down on you again (mind you, he’s MANY inches taller than you and his built...whew, but that’s part of the problem right now!!) and blows raspberries on your neck, the audacity!! “tell me,” he whispers against your ear after a while, voice suddenly low in tone and your senses perk up. “have you been naughty or nice recently?” he continues hoarsely, and it doesn’t take long until you burst out laughing at his attempt of being flirty right now. he finally releases you, feigns hurt from your reaction but he knows what a goofball he is.

anyway, you put all the gifts in the car and head to the many parties he was invited to!! and honestly, you enjoyed yourself albeit it got really tiring to show up with much enthusiasm compared to the last. but bokuto on the other hand never runs out of energy for some reason!! he’s still winning the games, singing his heart out with his friends, and trying all the foods in the potluck, even shamelessly!! feeding you too! it’s embarrassing >< but in a way your heart swells with the thought of bokuto being very openly proud of his relationship with you, and how his friends seem to like you as well! pictures were taken, holiday spirits and gifts were exchanged and finally, he’s free for the night <3 you’ve been waiting for the right moment to give him your personal gift to your boyf (it’s an edited picture of the two of you at one of his winning games!! you can’t draw for sht but you are the best at adding lil stickers and cute petnames all around the photo hehe) you had it inserted in a picture frame too so the gift was relatively medium sized and rectangular. when you crash at his place, you ready yourself to give it to him, having second thoughts with how corny it must seem like… as you psych yourself up on the couch, you feel his arms suddenly wrap themselves around you as he starts peppering your neck with lazy kisses. your chest tightens, eyes closed at the warmth of his lips on your skin but— you can’t get distracted!! “bo, i have something for you—” “i saved the best gift for last—” o, you say it at the same time and so you look at each other with blank stares, and then laugh at your awkwardness!! 

he lets you go first, your nerves slowly dissipating at the excited gleam in his irises, he’s so cute!! as he unwraps it, he hitches a breath, looks at you then the picture and you again and— let’s say your face was just full on bokuto territory only ;-) as much as you were enjoying his attention all on you, his gift wasn’t opened yet!! bokuto went from confident to shy mode again, hiding his face with only one eye peeking out to watch you…. for some reason, since it was a tiny box you blurted out, “don’t tell me it’s a ring, bo.” as a joke but bokuto suddenly freezes at your words. and you had to stop unboxing to make sure he doesn’t go all pale on you, but also??? was he really???? GOING TO???-- “DID YOU WANT ME TO GET YOU A RING?? I CAN RETURN THE EARRINGS TODAY, I THINK I STILL HAVE THE RECEIPT—” “bo, it’s okay!!! omg no T_T” you take his hands off his face to look at him lovingly, a kiss on his pouty lips as you reassure him his presence is all that you can ever want, but whatever it was he gave you, you’ll cherish just the same!! so finally, once you take the lid off the box you see an adorable pair of owl earrings!! it’s so cute and it reminds you of him and thats probably why he got that for you :’)))) “i also wrote you a letter but please read it when i’m asleep or something…” aww shy bokuto!! >< you never thought you’d see the day :’)

kuroo tetsurou

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮  man.. i just know this guy wouldn’t want to let leave… the bed… with him… on christmas day. imagine something like having to stay until he can for his duties at work which ended up til late christmas eve :( you were looking forward to spending time with him back at his hometown since you don’t necessarily celebrate the specific holiday, but being with tetsurou for almost a year now and knowing he does— you wanted it to be special and memorable for him! he felt really bad making you stay at his apartment until he finishes up work, really zooming through all the documents and stuff he needed to complete just so he can spend at least a few hours of christmas eve with you. when he got home, his heart dropped to his stomach at the sight of you falling asleep on the couch, right next to the lit up christmas tree you two decorated a week ago (thats how busy he has been! you opted to fix the tree yourself, but tetsu insisted on doing it together since it’s your first holiday with him!). your favorite blanket was wrapped around you but your feet were dangling midway with no socks on and he just >:( had to carry you to bed and tuck you in— all of you!! 

he changes to a sweater and pjs before readying himself to carry you against his chest. his own body is exhausted from working non-stop, but he doesn’t let it get to him as he passes by the hallway and plops you gently on your side of the bed. you stir groggily, eyes refusing to open but you notice your surroundings are different. the room is dimly lit but the figure walking around the place isn’t amiss; with his hair sticking up and his wide shoulders, you know it’s your tired boyfriend finally home for the holidays. you smile, still sleep-induced but you try to reach over for him. “tetsu… come to bed, please,” you mumble but he hears you, and his back is against you but he smiles at your half-awake tone. “i’ll be right there,” he lets you know softly, and true to his word you feel the dip in the mattress with his warmth slowly exuding onto your own body, his hands easily finding themselves over you. you wiggle into his grasp, head against his chest and hands holding onto his waist. he feels warm, he feels like home, and you press a kiss where his neck meets his collarbones. “mm, merry christm…” you mutter, losing consciousness but he doesn’t mind. he lets you snore your way into dreamland, watching your eyelashes tickle the surface of your skin, lips partly open as you breathe in and out. suddenly, his tense muscles relax with your presence oh so close to you, and he sleeps soundly after a few minutes of admiring your face.

as the sunlight filters thru the windows, kuroo wakes up first but knowing it’s his day off (finally), he relaxes into the bed and just observes the tiny details of your face, same as the night before but with some of the brightly shining rays of the sun hitting the right spots— you’re breathtaking to him. he feels you stir in his embrace so he pretends to snore because he knows you like to get up as soon as you feel awake. “tetsu…” you mumble, popping out your head from his grasp to peer your eyes at him pretending to not hear you. “you’re a lousy liar, i know you’re up,” you tell him, rubbing your nose against him as a form of an eskimo kiss. it takes so much out of his restraint to bite his lip in pure love for you, so he gives in and kisses you on the lips. 

you are taken aback for a split second until you comply to his request, and you spend your first christmas morning with him in bed just like that <3 he still asks if you guys can spend the whole day just tangled into each other’s embrace but you lecture him playfully, knowing that he had a christmas party to attend to in the afternoon with his closest friends (bokuto, akaashi, kenma, and others) and you have a lovely dinner planned in the evening. he wiggles his eyebrows, fingertips tracing the exposed skin on your chest, “what if we skip all of that and i just have you for dinner instead?” “KUROO TETSUROU IT IS TOO EARLY FOR YOU TO SAY THAT RIGHT NOW—” you swear to god, it is his teasing and malicious intent that will kill you one day. but the blush on your face doesn’t go unnoticed, and yet kuroo complies with your light nagging, getting up and getting ready for the day. you’re happy that he finally has the day off, and being with his friends during the party truly lightened up his mood. afterwards, he then asks where you got a reservation during the busiest time of the year, and you just winked at him and zipped your mouth. 

since you ate a bit at the party, you knew you had some time to finish prepping the food you had prepared the night before, it all just needed to bake or be cooked on the pan. and bec of his exhaustion last night, he didn’t even open the fridge at all so there were zero suspicious at your surprise dinner. urging him to take a long, hot bath, he drags you with him. “you seriously want me to take a bath by myself?” he says in shock horror, and normally you would join him hah but you tell him that your parents are calling, just wanting to say hello. a little sad, kuroo nods in understanding and so he goes about his way while you cook the food with haste. he likes to take his time in there but you know you won’t finish beforehand, so once he’s out of the bathroom, you immediately go right in front of him to hide the view of the kitchen. you played yourself, seeing kuroo only in his bathrobe with his chest exposed, you slap him right at the center to ignore the sensation in the pit of your stomach. “what?? what’d i do???” “existing right in front of me like that!!” kuroo laughs at your embarrassment, but kisses you on the forehead nonetheless. he ignores the obvious smell of pasta and chicken in the apartment, ignores the messy apron you forgot to take off because he thinks you really wanted to surprise him. so he goes to the room to change, thinking about how lucky he is to have you in his life. the rest of the night ends up with the both of you having a romantic dinner in the dining room, talking about everything you already know about each other—but it never feels repetitive. he always feels so renewed with you, falling in love every day. 

[fluffymcu]

Grades (Tony x daughter!reader)

Sorry if this is crappy, it’s 1am and I haven’t slept for three days straight so I’m really tired and my brain is functioning correctly 🙃 but enjoy @mettatonlover858

Warnings: bit of angst? Fluff. Kinda dry friendship with peter? Idk why I wrote it like this but I did.

Your grades were slipping. It want your fault though. You were very smart. You were Tony Stark’s daughter so that wasn’t a doubt you were a genius. But it’s just that one kid in class that has to break someone down to feel better about themselves. At first you always brushed it off or ignored it, but as time went on, you found yourself being affected by it. Peter would defend you most of the time when he was there to hear it, but he wasn’t always around when it happened. And although you had inherited a lot from your father; his stubbornness, looks, and smarts, you didn’t inherit his self confidence or ability to spit out sarcastic remarks. You were a sensitive person. So it was hard for you to stand up for yourself.

“What am I gonna do?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your palms. “My dad’s gonna get after me for letting my grades get this low.” Peter looked at you with sympathy.

“I wish u could tell you what to do. But I really don’t know. I’m really sorry y/n/n.” You sighed, nodding.

“It’s fine. I know I’m keeping you from your patrol. Go ahead. Be careful.” You watched as peter pulled over his back back and went for the door.

“Well, let me know it goes.” Peter said.

“Ok.” You watched peter leave and got your stuff and left his house to go home. Maybe you don’t have to tell him about it yet? Maybe you can wait a couple of weeks and get your grades back up again before he finds out? You sighed, agreeing with yourself that that was what you were going to do.

As you got home, your plan was ruined as you were met with your fathers eyes, laced with anger and disappointment. Your stomach dropped and you stood there.

“Umm.” You gulped, waiting for anything to happen.

“Your teacher called.” That was all you had to hear before you turned your gaze to the floor, ashamed. He took a few steps towards you. “Your grades are so. Low. It’s. Insane.” He ground out. You sighed.

“I can explain that-“ you tried to say before he cut you off.

“No y/n zip it. This is unacceptable! You were put in this school to succeed and get good grades. What’s the point in going to a good school if you’re gonna get grades like you’re getting?!”

“I know, but-“

“And it’s not just that, you’ve been so out of it lately, first the sudden quietness out of you, next the locking yourself in your room constantly, shutting yourself off, and now these grades! What has gotten into you? I don’t understand-“

“That’s right you don’t understand!” Your snapped, tears stinging your eyes. “You don’t understand what it’s like to be picked on every single day and not being able to do anything for yourself because you’re too shy and sensitive to fight back because you’re you! You’ve never had a problem saying what you think or putting someone in their place. But I do! So I do understand why you don’t get why this is happening. And I don’t expect you to understand. I’m trying my best!” You sniffled, making a beeline to your room, shutting the door, leaving your dad standing there surprised.

Tony left you to your room to calm while he did the same. He spent time trying to connect the dots, everything that had been happening. He mentally facepalmed at the fact that he never thought to ask you if there was anything going on. He sighed deeply and made his way to your room. He knocked softly before trying to turn the doorknob, only to find it locked.

“Y/n? Can you let me in?” He asked softly, his heart cracking at the sound of your sniffling.

“You don’t need to give me another speech. I get it. I’ll get my grades up, I’ll figure something out.” You whined.

“I’m not here to do that y/n/n. Just let me in. Please?” You sighed before getting out of bed and unlocking the door. As soon as he stepped in, he pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I should’ve asked you long ago if something was wrong. I didn’t know you were being bullied.” You calmed down a bit now that he apologized, and you were able to catch your breath. “Why didn’t you tell me someone was bullying you hon’? You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know. I guess I just didn’t want to bother you with it. I though I should just deal with it on my own.” Tony pulled you away, holding onto your shoulders.

“Listen. I’m your father. I’m here to help with your problems. As long as I’m here, you should never have to deal with anything like this alone.” You smiled lightly and once again leaned in to give him a hug.

“Thank you daddy.” You sighed. Tony’s heart warmed at the name you used to call him when you were younger, making him think back to all the memories he had of you two.

Tony sighed and rubbed your back. “Don’t you wish we could go back to simpler times? It just seems as if the older we get, the bigger our problems become.” You nodded, a small smile gracing your lips.

“Yeah,” You chuckled. “Back to the times where the biggest problem I had was dropping my ice cream cone.” Tony laughed as he looked down at you, remembering the time you dropped your ice cream and refused to replace it.

You gasped, staring at the fallen scoop on the floor. Your favorite flavor at the time: strawberry.

“Uh oh. What happened?” Tony asked, trying not to laugh at your dramatically distraught face.

“My ice cream!” You whispered before breaking into tears.

“Awwww.” Tony cooed as he picked you up and held you close as you cried. “It’s okay, we can get you another one.” He said, rubbing your back as you shook your head furiously.

“No, it’s over! It’s over!” You cried, covering your eyes with both your little hands.

“It’s not over baby, you can get another strawberry ice cream!” He chuckled, laughing at your dramatic response to the minuscule problem that could be simply fixed.

“There’s no use!” You shook your head, refusing to take the second cone your dad was offering you. Your dad sighed and gave up, eating the ice cream himself. You looked at him, furrowing your eyebrows before snatching the cone out of his hands, quickly eating it. “Mine!”

“You were so cute. Still are.” Your dad laughed. You shook your head, blushing.

“No m’not.” You mumbled, your heart suddenly feeling heavy as you recalled ask the mean things your classmate told you.

“You’re so ugly it hurts!”

“Nobody careers about you. Even your own mother left you on your father’s doorstep, not giving a crap about you.”

“You’re useless.”

“Yeah you are. Doesn’t matter what those kids say to you.” Tony looked at your downhearted form.

“You don’t even know the things they say to me.” You whisper. Tony frowned and held your hands in his.

“What do they say sweetheart?” You didn’t want to say, knowing it would upset him, but knowing him, he wasn’t leaving until he knew everything.

“Just stuff like I’m useless and nobody loves me. Sometimes that I’m ugly or fat. And if they hear me laugh at something they’ll say my laugh is annoying or something. It’s not a big deal.” You shrugged. Tony’s eyes darkened at the comments you echoed.

“No big deal? The fact that it’s affecting you means it’s a really big deal. I’m so sorry they’re saying those things. They’re just jealous assholes who want to bring people down.” He pulled you into another hug, your back to his chest and resting his head on your shoulder. “You’re a beautiful girl y/n. Your body is perfectly fine and your not fat at all. And your laugh is not annoying sweetheart, I promise. I actually wish I could hear it more often. Ever since this bullying started, your laughter just became non existent over time.”

You nodded slightly, wanting to believe what his words but you weren’t quite there yet. These guys had really brought your self esteem low and you hated them for it.

“You wanna pull off a miracle and smile for me?” Tony teased, looking at you from your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile, avoiding his gaze. “Huh? Just a little smile?” When he was met with more silence, he twitched his finger into your side, smirking at your flinch. “I remember a little technique I used to use on you to get you gigglin’” He teased before full on scratching at your sides, trapping you in his grip.

You squeaked and arched your back, determined to get out of his iron grip (no pun indended) and biting your lip. “Dahad. Don’t.”

“Then just smile. It’s really not that hard.” He looked at you, not seeing what he wanted to see. “Not crackin huh? Well I remember the one thing that always made you crack.” He smirked before blowing a raspberry on your neck.

You squealed and smiled widely instantly, cursing at your dad’s evil method.

“There’s that award winning smile! Now let’s see if we can go a bit further and hear that precious laugh of yours.” He teased, picking you up and dropping you on your bed, straddling your thighs. He immediately went to work on your belly, your worst spot.

You screamed and let out loud belly laughter, kicking your legs out as much as you could with him sitting on them. “DAHAHAD NOHOHO! STOHOHOP!” You slapped at his hands,Tony only ignoring your protests and grabbing your arms in one hand to stop you.

“Listen to that beautiful laughter. Haven’t heard that in a while! I’ve missed it.” He sighed contently, speaking calmly unlike the hysterical giggles and screams coming from you.

“OHOHOKAY! I LAUGHED!” You shook your head and yelped when he targeted under your arms, scratching at the hollows.

“Well, yes, you laughed but you haven’t laughed in months. So you’re long overdue, missy.” He tease, shaking his fingers into your ribs, making you arch your back violently and and scream.

“NOHOHOHOHO DAHAHADDY PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOP!” The feeling was unbearable especially since you couldn’t use your arms to block his evil hands.

“Hang in there I’m almost done. This is the last thing I need to do, but this might tickle a lot. Just warning you.” He smirked before shaking his face into your belly, making sure his beard is doing its job.

You let you and inhuman scream as you shook your head side to side. You couldn’t stop laughing as he rubbed his face into your belly, mumbling and “I love you so much.” Making your laughter go up an octave, before blowing a big raspberry right above your belly button.

This made your laughter go silent after a desperate squeal, your body laying there exhausted, just being able to lay there and take it. Tony let you go with a chuckle and got of you, sitting next to you on the bed.

You panted loudly, holding onto your stomach trying to rub away the residual feeling tingling on your body. “That.. was cruel.” You panted.

“Oh, You’ll live.” Your dad brushed it off as he pulled you on his lap. “You’ll always be my baby, you know that right?” You nodded. “And you can come to me about anything. And I’ll do my best to help you with it. Tomorrow we’ll go speak to your teacher and see if she can give you anorher chance to improve your grades and see if she can do something about these kids making fun of you, Alright?”

You smiled, nodding. “Ok.”

For once in a really long time, things looked like they could finally get better.

[raspberrytummytickles]

Little Big Kids

Title: Little Big Kids (Bad title...idk what to call it *cries*) Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Gabriel, Dean, Sam Summary: Ticklish!Sam, Ticklish!Dean; Gabe decides to show the Teen!Chesters that its okay to have fun once in a while!

Original Prompt: Still talking prompts? Gabriel runs into the Winchesters as kids while he's doing his Trickster gig, sees just how serious they are as children (little soldiers) and decides to give them a few laughs.  Maybe before the events that lead to Sonny's?

A/N: Thanks again Anon! I have another prompt! Wooooh! So they are 14 and 10 years old in this! Yay! Let’s do this!

If there was one thing Gabriel hated more than anything, it was hunters. They always screwed up his hard work on causing mischief and currently, he had one of the best on his tail. John Freaking Winchester. And, honestly? It was just Gabriel’s luck to get caught by this one. Well, caught isn't the best term for that. Tracked is a better word for it. 

But everyone knew that John Winchester had one weakness. His boys. And Gabriel decided, as a warning, to cause a little mayhem. Finding the motel was easy. Finding two kids? Not so much for in their place were soldiers hold a .45 in the archangel’s face.

“Who are you?” The taller boy snarled, keeping the smaller one behind him. Gabe blinked in surprise, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

“This is what you destined them for?” Gabe muttered, eyeing the already worn look in Dean’s eyes, the utter need to protect his baby brother while Sam, who just learned about the Supernatural two years prior, had a dimming in his bright eyes. “You really know who to screw up people lives, don't ya old man?”

“Who’s he talkin’ to, De?” Sam whispered softly, though Gabriel could still hear.

“I’m Gabriel.”

“Like the angel?” 

“Angel’s aren't really, Sammy,” Dean rolled his eyes, grip never wavering from the guns trigger. “How’d you get passed the salt lines?”

“I’m not a ghost or a demon.”

Sam hesitantly stepped around his brother, huffing when Dean caught the back of his shirt. He handed Gabe a silver knife which Gabe easily nicked himself with. Red dripped out of his vessel, which Gabriel easily healed.

“Woah,” Sam gaped.

Dean lowered his gun slowly, still forcing the 10 year old behind him, “So what are you?”

“Just like Sammy here said, I’m an angel.”

Dean snorted in disbelief but Sam’s eyes practically shimmered in awe. Gabriel winked at Sam, changing the moldy couch into a cushy one with millions of pillows sprawled all over the floor. Dean was still iffy on having some weirdo in his motel room but if he wanted to do harm, Gabriel would have done so...right?

Dean was about to ask when he realized Sam was no longer behind him. He frantically looked around the room, only to stop when he saw Sam cuddling the soft pillows with a bright smile. Gabriel tilted his head, nodding his head toward Sam. Dean settled next to his brother and let out a small breath at how soft the pillows were.

“So what do you kiddos do for fun?”

“T.V,” Sam answered.

“Clean weapons,” Dean shrugged.

“Read.”

“Train.”

“That’s about it,” Sam frowned, fiddling with one of the pillows corners.

Gabriel groaned and glared lightly at them, “I said fun not obligational.”

The Winchester’s shared looks and shrugged back at the archangel. That was their fun. Gabriel sighed before a small idea popped into his head.

“Dean, you’re a big brother aren't you?” Dean nodded, wondering where this was going. “Then you know all of Sam’s tickle spots, right?”

Sam squawked in surprise, scrambling away from Gabe and Dean. Unfortunately, he didn't make it far. Especially when the same mischievous smile reflected on the older guys’ faces. Sam cried out when Dean’s arms looped around his waist, dragging him in between his big brother’s legs so he was caught. Gabe settled in front of Sam, wiggling his fingers teasingly. Sam was already giggling in anticipation, wiggling further into Dean.

“So where is this little guy ticklish, Dean-o?”

“Well, his feet and knees are pretty bad.”

“On it,” Gabriel snapped his fingers, leaving Sam’s feet bare and knees open. Sam yelped when one finger swiped along his sole.

“Nohoho! Leheheave me alohohone!” 

“No can do, Baby Moose,” Gabe sighed, using all five fingers to tickle the 10 year olds feet. Sam squealed loudly, giggles pouring out of his mouth when Gabriel wiggled Sam’s toes.

“Oh, he loves getting his toes tickled,” Dean laughed, starting to tickle under Sam’s arms.

“He likes being tickled?”

“Loves it!”

“Then this should be fun!” Gabriel tickled every part of Sam’s foot he could; the sides, the top of his foot, the ankle, the heel, the sole and ball of his foot and even used one of his feathers to tease Sam’s toes.

“NAHAHA! DOHOHON’T!”

“Jeez, he’s really ticklish!”

“That’s not even his worst spot,” Dean teased, forcing Sam’s shirt up and revealing the quivering slim belly. Dean placed a couple well placed pokes onto the soft skin, making Sam shriek almost immediately. 

“I see,” Gabriel smirked, manifesting his wings. The tickling paused as they stared in awe at the golden feathers before it quickly started up again as they brushed against Sam.

“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD! NOOOO! NAHAHAHA! TIHIHICKLES!”

“That’s awesome!” Dean laughed before blowing small raspberries along Sam’s neck.

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T! DEHEHE! GAHAHABE! TOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” 

Gabe’s feathers brushed against Sam’s knees and hips as well, making sure to brush into the crevices and little spots fingers couldn't reach.

“D-DEHEHE’S TIHIHICKLISH TOOOO!”

“Really?” Gabe drawled, smirk growing at the older Winchester boy. Dean’s eyes widened and he quickly tried crawling away from his little brother and the angel. Sam forced all his weight on Dean―which wasn't much to begin with―but was able to hold him tight enough for Gabriel to scoop up the teen.

“Nononono! Don't tickle me!” Dean shouted, fighting to get out of Gabe’s grasp.

“Okay, little brother,” Gabriel looked at Sam. “Where is he ticklish?”

“His hips are a death zone and he responds well to hard tickles.”

“So no feathers for this guy, huh?” Gabe asked, digging into Dean’s ribs. The older Winchester burst into loud laughter, biting his lip to stop it from coming out and ultimately failing.

“Maybe on his neck or chin but I never tried,” Sam admitted, shoving Dean’s shirt aside and blowing a raspberry on his navel.

“SAHAHAMMY!”

Gabe took one of his feathers and brushed it against Dean’s ear and chin, jumping at his loud squeal. Sammy giggled at Dean, eyes shinning with amusement.

“Knew it!”

“STAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!”

“Get the hips, Moosey. I got up here.”

Sam nodded, thumbs driving into the ticklish bones, making sure to tickle the bare skin, knowing it drive Dean crazy.

“NOHOHOHO! SAHAHAHAMMMY! AHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!“

“You seem really ticklish, De. I wonder―” Sam paused before leaning down and nibbling experimentally on Dean’s hip. The teen actually screamed in surprise. Sam laughed at his big brother, giving more tickle bites while also blowing little raspberries on the bone.

Dean had tears flowing out of his eyes at the constant hip torture, along with the feeling of feather tickling his ears and neck. 

“PLEHEHE!”

Sam gave one last tickle before getting off, Gabriel following in suit. Sam couldn't stop laughing at Dean’s totally wrecked look, smiling brightly when his brother glared up at him.

“Y-Yohohu guys ahahare evil.”

“I'm your little brother,” Sam shrugged like that explained it all...which it sorta did. Gabriel looked down at the two and let a small smile grace his face. 

He couldn't help but think of home, before all the fighting up in heaven. He waved a hand lightly, the two Winchester’s falling to sleep instantly. He quietly edited their memories so it was a tickle fight between the two brothers, his heart aching that they wouldn't remember him. He cleaned up the place, taking away the pillows and nice couch, settling the Winchester’s on one of the beds.

Just as Gabriel left the physical plane, John entered the motel room. He checked on his boys before sitting at the table, writing quietly in his book. Gabriel left soon after, hoping he wouldn't see the Winchester’s after that.

He didn't realize they would be meeting in the exact same place in 13 years.

~Fin~

I don't think I wrote this one well... I also put Sam as 23 in Season 2 since I actually don't really know his actual age? He might still be 22 but details details... I hope this is alright and what you were looking for (?)!

Tell me what ya think?