#most of us are in agreement we wanna all hang in the same reality next time too so we can meetup as ourselves

[x-nicoganxnicotine-x]

was having a crisis in the bathroom over if all the shit i say is just stolen from other people n how thats all humans are n its likely ive never said something original in my life BUT THEN i made a somewhat original system joke so. we good.

[lonely--seeker]

I've been having a bad streak lately. So i wrote these self indulgent headcanons how the Monster trio would help you after a night terror

Luffy

-We know the sweetest of captains looks like he has no worries in the world but he is no stranger to night terrors himself so he just understands what's going on, the moment your eyes meet is like a silent agreement.

-He probably was just trying to sneak in for a snack when he saw you in the kitchen shaking slowly, he's used to doing the same when he had an episode of his own.

-He would instantly sit next to you. First trying to calm you down with reassuring bold words, saying it's okay, you're okay, and as captain he'd make sure you will be okay. Not minding to ask what you dreamed of, that's not his business.

-He's always open for hugs if you need them, and wouldn't leave your side until you're feeling better or the sun rises, whatever happens first!

-Luffy would probably give you the same treatment he gives himself, so what does it matter if Sanji kicks the hell out of him for stealing food? This is an emergency! he would try to give you meat, and whichever your favourite food if they have it, so worried about you that he would either forget or ignore his own appetit.

-He will make it his personal goal to have you smiling or laughing again, he just hates seeing any of his friends suffering.

Zoro

-Zoro is kind of oblivious to things he's not used to, so he wouldn't know what's going on until you explain why you're crying at this hour in the deck, is this an enemy attack? That's impossible he's been napping- no keeping watch the whole night!

-He definitely gets a hang of it with time, but it's a slow process until he stops feeling awkward and gets more confidence on what to do to comfort you. He would always ask you what you want or need him to do, he's not more talkative than that but he will do his best.

-He will offer you a drink and be willing to hear you if you wanna talk about it, if not he would just stay close enough.

-He wouldn't touch you first, there's no way he doesn't thinks that could upset you, but if you ask for a hug or simply go for it he won't mind. He is always simple so there's much of a chance you'll feel like opening up to him, you know Zoro wouldn't judge you or think less of you for it and he would listen patiently so his presence alone is naturally calming even making you feel safe.

-Sometimes he will fall asleep before you do, but that's not a huge problem, even his slow snores are somehow comforting and sometimes you can hear him murmur something along the lines of cutting down whoever's to blame for your despair.

Sanji

-Much like Luffy he would find you in the kitchen, maybe he heard steps and thought you were the rubber kid, so he was not expecting this, with more time he will even learn to distinguish your steps from him.

-After his initial shock at seeing you in this state he would gently make his way to comfort you, a hug if you let him, or just a gentle hand resting on your shoulder? He would hold your hand as long as you need too, he knows a gentle touch does wonders to help you ground to reality.

-Of course he will ask you if you need him to make you a drink, maybe something warm, but would even cook you a full meal if that's what would make you feel better. If you tend to have a preference he will start leaving it prepared in case you need it!

-He's probably both, the most verbal one and physical as long as you let him, he will talk and talk about anything to make your mind distracted while you sip slowly on your drink or while you eat, he would reassure you all the time that he wants to help you out, and insist he'll listen to whatever you want to talk about. However will insist on taking you back to bed once you're feeling better so you have all the rest you can manage.

-He would be more than happy to stay the night if you're still scared of being alone, either joining you in the bed or picking a chair to sit next to you he would entertain himself brushing his fingers through your hair, gently soothing circles on your back, or simply humming a sweet lullaby only leaving or falling asleep once he makes sure you did first.

-If you suffer from these regularly he might even check on you some nights, the thought of you trying to put up with that alone is just heartbreaking to him. Who knows maybe with time he will also come to you after a specially bad one of his own.

[currywaifu]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: mutuals 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: miyoshi kazunari/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 1.9k words, 2 images

𝐚𝐧: me? back w/ fluff? it’s expected at this point! his speech is hard for me to replicate, but I rly do love Kazunari so I hope I did this scenario justice! I, uh, got too excited at the prospect of “insta mutuals” oops~ hope you don’t mind the additional media TT

The Insta notification that popped up on the top of your screen distracted you from the game you were playing. Normally you’d flick the notif away, but as soon as you realised what it was about, you rushed to finish the rest of the stage.

You and Kazunari have been Insta Mutuals for nearly a year now, ever since he hit you with a follow and you proceeded to stalk his readily-available socials. 

The two of you had been liking and commenting on each others’ posts for weeks on end, starting off with you praising his most recent graphic design work to him sending a paragraph of heart emojis on the most recent fan art you drew.

Somewhere in between following each others’ spam accounts to tagging each other on Insta story games, he finally slid into your DMs and the rest was history. Sort of.

You knew what people said about online dating, or even just long distance relationships in general, but try as you might it was hard not to fall for Kazunari.

The more you talked to him, the less he stayed as your “funny artist mutual” and soon enough he progressed into the “still funny but also really sweet and cute artist online friend, 10/10 would date if asked” category.

You didn’t bother stifling your laugh as you looked at the message he sent you, immediately liking his selfie before saving it on your phone.

Okay, no. He can’t just hit you with an “I do wanna meet u already” and then take it back but not fully commit to it!

You waited for him to respond through text, but instead got hit by your ringtone blaring loudly at such an ungodly hour. At the sight of your contact nickname for him, you eagerly answered his call. You rushed to get the first word in, him doing the same unbeknownst to you.

“Kazu-“

“Babe, I-“

The both of you paused, his eventual laughter easing up your tension as you let out a giggle of your own. You mentally told yourself not to be so nervous— Kazunari and you would have this conversation eventually anyway; besides, it wasn’t as if you didn’t want to see him in person. It was quite the opposite, actually. You just figured that conversations like this needed to happen in call, at least.

“Shoot, should probs shut up so Mukkun doesn’t wake up,” Kazunari commented, his voice volume already lowered, “do you wanna go first?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you replied with resolve. You gathered up your thoughts, formulating the next set of sentences that would leave your mouth, before ultimately deciding on one question. “I just need to know first… how serious were you about meeting up irl?”

“I mean, that wasn’t what I meant when I sent the message? But like, it’s still valid, you know?” he paused, but when you didn’t say anything he decided to continue, “it’s not the first time I’ve thought about meeting you. I think about it a lot, actually.”

It was a bit of a shame the two of you chose to voice call instead of video call. You would’ve loved to see your boyfriend’s face just about now, though you supposed it wouldn’t be a good idea to have a heart attack a quarter to 4 in the morning.

Plus, you weren’t sure you could handle him teasing and throwing compliments at you due to your clearly visible elation, if the upwards stretch of your lips was anything to go by.

“Babe? You still there? Did you pass out, or…” In reality it had only been a few seconds, but still you didn’t want to leave him hanging. Not when the two of you were talking about something that meant taking the next step in your relationship.

“I’m still here, Kazu,” you reassured him. Your voice shook slightly, a sliver of your excitement slipping through the cracks. “I’m the same. Like, no lie I was shocked we brought it up like this, but, um… I’m ready, and if you’re ready, too, I want to meet up with you.”

“Wait, wait, wait— hol’ up! So we’re finally going—“ he laughed for the second time tonight, a fuzzy-wuzzy warmth escaping as its sound equivalent. “Wahh! Of course I’m ready! Can’t wait to finally see what a cutie you are irl♪ Hngg, how am I supposed to sleep now? I’m too hyped up!”

You rolled your eyes, despite understanding exactly how he felt. His infectious cheerfulness amplified the blossoming commotion occurring inside your brain. Despite not making any official plans yet, the prospect of finally meeting up had you frenzied.

Still, one of you had to be at least slightly responsible. While you wouldn’t claim to know his daily schedule, if Veludo Arts was anything like your university, he should be as swamped with workload as you were. Actually, maybe that was the reason he was up so late? That’s how it was for you, anyway excluding the fact that you took a break to stamina clear.

“It’s nearly 4 am… do you wanna continue planning this tomorrow? Err, rather, in a couple hours? After our lectures end, maybe?” You asked, though by the tiny whine Kazunari let out you had a feeling he wasn’t going to agree so quickly.

“Ehh? Why don’t we do it now? I have so many ideas about where we could go, and what we could do… oh! I could introduce you to everyone in Mankai! I’m sure they’d love-“

“I’d love to meet them too,” you cut him off, tone as firm as you could manage at this time, “and I want to hear your ideas, really, but I just know if I let you keep talking the sun will rise before we’ve even decided on a date.”

You chuckled as Kazunari let out a sound of protest, though you had a feeling he knew you weren’t wrong about your assessment. “Zuzu~ Let’s go to sleep now, okay?”

His phone microphone picked up on an audible gasp. “Ehh, how come you rarely call me Zuzu? It’s cute when you say it!”

“Because it sounds like a nickname you’d give to a Pokemon!”

“Uwu, maybe I’ll get Itarun to lend me a copy? Then I’ll catch the cutest Pokemon and name it after you~” you nearly groaned at how fluffy he was being. Seriously, he was distracting you from your agenda of going to sleep!

“Kazu! Stop flirting with me at 4 am or we might not fall asleep!”

Though you couldn’t see him, you were 200% sure he had a wide grin plastered on his face right now. “Me? Using tactics to get you to keep talking with me? Never,” he claimed, professing his false innocence.

“Well, I’m not falling for it! I may not be able to physically tuck you in bed right now, but I can in spirit!”

“Oh!? Then can you give me a goodnight kiss in spirit, too?”

At this point, you were sure that even with just a poke on the cheek you’d be able to feel the heat beginning to envelop your face.

As Kazunari finished laughing, you let the quiet lull of the night seep in the conversation for a few moments before gently breaking it.

“I’d rather give you a kiss irl, though.”

And just like that, you claimed victory over the game he started. With how Kazunari sputtered, a part of you worried that he’d disturb his roommate’s slumber. Still, an even bigger part of you was smug to have him speechless for that much of a duration.

“Babeeeee,” he drawled, “you’re so, so, so unfair… I, like, really want to hold you tight right now…” he murmured, the rustle of his bedsheets discernible through the call. You found yourself nestling onto your bed, too, snuggling up to a soft pillow.

“Soon,” you suddenly yawned, your tiredness seeming to have settled in the comfier you got on the bed. “We’ll have a lot of time to plan tomorrow and the days after, yeah?”

Kazunari let out a hum in agreement, a comfortable silence following suit.

“Kazu?” You muttered quietly, careful not to disturb your peaceful atmosphere.

“Yeah?”

“I love you. Good night,” you said, heart aflutter as you heard his response.

“I love you, too, cutie~ sweet dreams♪” he said in an unbelievably soft tone, before ending the call.

After quickly connecting your phone to a charger, you fell back atop your bed and hugged your pillow tight, already anticipating the day you’d be able to hold Kazunari in your arms, and you in his.

…

Morning come, you hastily prepared for class as you always did. You fell into your usual routine— as soon as you were out of the bathroom, you selected an outfit and went over the things you needed to bring to uni today.

You stopped for a minute; taking a quick selfie to post on your story and emphasise your exhaustion to your close friends, before making yourself some breakfast. Within less than 5 minutes, your phone pinged— a recorded message from one of your favourite people this early in the morning.

"Mornin' piko☆ You're looking cute as always today♪”

There was no way you would admit to how many times you replayed it to Kazunari, but even so it was a good way to keep you positive for the rest of the day.

You don’t remember Veludo Way being this rowdy, though it was hard to trust your memory when it’s probably been years since you’ve last visited. Somehow, it was not tough to imagine Kazunari walking around and performing here— the liveliness of the streets difficult to not associate with one of the liveliest people you knew.

While the original plan was to meet up at a cute and trendy cafe you saw all over people’s SNS, the two of you agreed to meet up somewhere less crowded and more meaningful to him— the theatre which he’d performed at multiple times in the past.

As you saw the building from a distance, you wondered when you’d be able to see him on stage, too.

A shout of your name pulled you out of your thoughts, and you couldn’t help yourself from running over to meet up faster with the figure that was jumping and waving around in your direction.

Had you any sense left, you probably would have told him that you didn’t want him embarrassing himself in public, but in reality it was quite apparent that you were just as excited to finally see him in person.

“Kazunari!” you can’t help the little shriek you let out as you finally embrace him, only joyous laughter and each others’ names escaping the both of your lips. When you finally got a good look at Kazunari, you nearly wanted to bury yourself into his shirt again.

Everything still seemed so unbelievable. That this was real. That it was finally happening. It almost felt like the dreams you’ve had of this moment many times before.

“How are you so beautiful in person, too?! It’s totes like I’m falling in love with you again♪” Kazunari exclaimed, squeezing you one more time before finally settling on holding hands with you. “Ahh! I super, duper love you!”

Except it wasn’t. There was nothing imaginary about his warmth, and the way his words made you feel, and the beaming sunshine of a smile he aimed at you.

“I love you, too!”

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[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Two - Cherry Popping

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: Aria learns a little more about the differences between the social classes of the Outer Banks and is exhilarated to see JJ once again. The chemistry between the two teenagers increases and so does their burning passion for each other.

Warnings: Smut, some cursing, unprotected sex. (Don’t be a fool, cover your tool) ;)

A/N: GIF is not mine. Belongs to the rightful owner. I don’t own the show or any of the characters. Hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your time. :)

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The universe is definitely a mystery to me. I tend not to believe in fate, but that seemed to change when today took a surprising turn. It started out with having brunch with my family at the country club with the Camerons. Normally I wouldn’t mind going, but I my skin is still decorated with hickeys. For the past few days I had to cover ALL of them with makeup. Damn you JJ. He’s all I’ve been thinking about ever since the sleepover. I want to see him again. Just thinking about him makes my heart skip a beat and my cheeks turn red. Part of me wonders what he would do to me if we were to see each other again. God the things I’d let him do to me are absolutely sinful.

A snap of someone’s fingers displayed in front of my statue face pulls me back into reality and away from my forbidden fantasy. I turn to the young woman sitting next to me with a confused look. She nods towards the waiter who is waiting for my order. “Forgive me. May I please have your pesto mushroom crepe? Thank you.” I can practically feel the burning gaze from the young woman sitting beside me. My dear older sister.

Jennifer Prescott. My father’s picture-perfect daughter. Intelligent, graceful, pretty and popular. That’s how my parents see her, me on the other hand, I know her true nature. She can be mean, materialistic and manipulative. We’re always getting on each other’s nerves. She’s quite the party animal too, but my parents trust her too much to think that she would go out and do stuff like that. Even if they did now, they probably wouldn’t mind. After all, they seem to adore her matching picture-perfect asshole of a boyfriend, Rafe Cameron. When he’s not hanging out with his friends or doing business, he’s cheating on my sister and doing cocaine. Sitting on the other side of me is Sarah who whispers discreetly into my ear, “I still can’t believe they’re back together. They fight more than the kooks and pogues combined.” I nod in agreement. Sarah excuses herself to go to the bathroom and I sit while listening to the agonizing grown up talk that bores me to death. That was until a rather impolite conversation was brought to the table.

“Would it kill for these people to hurry up with our order? I swear all they do all day is sit around like sloths.” I felt ashamed to hear those words come out of my father’s mouth. I felt even angrier to hear what Rafe said next. “I understand sir. Those pogues are an absolute nuisance, they cause nothing but trouble.” I glare at Rafe. “They’ve worked more than you ever have.” I squeezed my way into the conversation, everyone turns their attention to me. “Excuse me?” Rafe asked astonished. “You heard me. They’ve worked harder than you ever have. They have grit. They’re determined. They accomplish things. What have you done besides waste your money and,”

“Aria!” My dad interrupt. “That was uncalled for.” “So are you and Rafe talking down to people like they’re worthless.” I can practically see the steam erupting from both my dad and sister. “You guys don’t know shit about them. What gives you the right to say such things?” I continue.

“Stop it Aria! This is embarrassing.” Jennifer says in a hushed tone, not wanting to attract more curious stares. “So is being related to you Jennifer.” Her jaw drops. With my anger over flowing within in me, I stand up and gather my belongings. “And where the hell do you think you’re going?” My dad questions me. “Anywhere but here.” I march away despite my father’s protest. I let out a frustrated sigh as I enter my home.

Maybe I should’ve waited for the food to arrive before stomping out. Now I’m hungry. I scan the fridge only to see that we barely have anything. I suppose now would be a good time to order some groceries. Thank god for Heyward, the lord and keeper of all the holy groceries. (Lmao sorry I love him) While I wait, I decide to scroll through the channels on the tv, finally coming to a decision.

I practically sprint to the door when I hear the bell ring, stomach growling. What I definitely wasn’t expecting was a particular handsome blonde hair blue eyed guy to be standing in front of me. “JJ?” I pause for a moment. I couldn’t believe I was gazing upon him again. “Nice to see you beautiful.” He smirks as he can see he still has an effect on me.

“Likewise, please come in.” I take a few bags from him. My hand brushed against his. “Nice place you got. What do your parents do again?” He asked looking around the luxurious home. It’s too much in my opinion. “My dad is a CEO of this pharmaceutical company and my mom is a physician.” “And what do you want to do?” “I don’t know yet. What about you?” He just huffs. “Don’t know. Something that doesn’t require college. Military probably.” I watch him help put groceries away, I can’t help but gaze at his beautiful body, with the way you can see the veins in his arms or his toned abdomen under his shirt. His fit to join the military.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you again.” I say. “Awe, did I leave insatiable?” His eyes burn into mine. I’d be the biggest liar if I said no. “Perhaps. Couldn’t get enough of you I guess.” I decide to play along with his game of flirtation. “Oh? Is that so? And just what would your parents think if they knew their daughter was getting hot and heavy with some pogue?” He says backing me up towards the counter. “Don’t know. Wasn’t planning on telling them. I figured this,” I close the distance between us and gently bite down on his earlobe. “Could be our dirty little secret.” This seems to rile him up a little. He looks me up and down. “I like the sound of that.”

He finally closes the distance between us, lips crashing together. Hands exploring every curve and muscle of each other’s body. God, I missed this. His hands on my waist. Tongue caressing mine. Being so close and intimate. This whole thing felt scandalous. Me sitting on the kitchen counter making out with the hot delivery boy. I can’t even imagine what would happen if my parents found out. Who knew fate would bring us together again?

I want it to last forever, but the sound of the front door opening makes us both jump back. “Aria?” My mother calls for me until she finds me in the kitchen. She was taken by surprise to see JJ.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting any guests.” “Sorry, I ordered some groceries. This is JJ.” I apologize. She just smiles. “No need to apologize. And it’s a pleasure to meet you JJ. I’m Elaine, Aria’s mother.” She offers a hand shake which he takes. “Nice to meet you too ma’am.” He flashes her a smile. She pays him and tips him nicely before handing him a cold-water bottle.

“Take some water with you love. It’s hot out there. You need to stay hydrated, especially if you’re being active.” This took JJ by surprise. “Thank you. I really appreciate that.” “My pleasure love, and take this with you. You must be burning so many calories after working all day.” She hands him a zip lock bag of some of the leftover sandwiches we made last night. “Oh, that’s fine Mrs. Prescott. You really don’t have to do that.” JJ attempts to decline. “Nope I insist.” She ignores his protests. He finally gives in. “Thank you again. That’s very kind of you.” “I’ll walk you out.” I say. When we’re out of her hearing distance he says, “Your mom seems really nice. Looks I’ll have to deliver here more often.” “Speaking of that when can I see you again?” “There’s this kegger party tonight. What do you think?” “Sure. I’ll see you tonight lover boy. “Better.” He winks before strutting off.

I enter the kitchen to see my mom preparing to make dinner. “He’s a sweet kid.” She compliments. “Yeah, he is.” I was a confused to say the least. I thought that she would bring up the incident at the club. “You’re not mad at me?” She simply looks up with confused eyes. “If you’re referring to what happened at brunch, no I’m not mad. You did nothing wrong.” Well that’s not what I was expecting. “I doubt that dad feels the same way.” She just chuckles.

“You’re right about that, but he had absolutely no right to be so disrespectful and neither did Rafe. If anything, it surprised me that your father and Rafe would say such thing in front of Mr. and Mrs. Cameron.” “Why’s that?” My curiosity gets the best of me. “Because they’re actually from the cut.” That came as a shock. “I’m sorry if I overreacted, but I just didn’t think that was fair of them.” She looks at me with nothing but care in her motherly eyes. “Don’t every apologize for speaking up against something that’s wrong. I gave your father a piece of my mind before he went golfing with Mr. Cameron.” “Thanks mom, for understanding.” She simply smiles. “Of course. Now enough with that. You go enjoy the rest of your day.”

And that I did. My leg was bouncing the whole way there. It didn’t take much to convince Charis and Sarah to come. “Trying to impress someone?” Asked Charis referring to my rather revealing short sundress and hair down. “Can’t a girl feel pretty once in a while?” I hope JJ likes what he sees, and boy did he. I was satisfied to see that he was impressed. His predator like eyes roamed every inch of my body. He licks his bottom lip, making me weak in the knees. The night went on with JJ staring me down. Watching my every move. Most likely fantasizing about what he’d do to me if he had me alone.

I take a seat next to him by the fire. My naked leg brushed against his. Sending a shiver up our spines. “Wanna get out of here?” His hot breath, that smells like weed, mint and booze, whispers into my ear. I didn’t hesitate to say yes. That’s all he needed before taking my hand and leading me towards this cute fish shack by the marsh. I didn’t have time to say anything when he slammed the door shut and pushed me against the wall.

His lips attack mine like he’s been holding back all day. My hands go straight for his hair, pulling at the ends. “You have no idea what that dress does to me babygirl.” “I thought you’d like it.” My eyes flicker into his lustful ones that seemed to grow a shade darker. This time he kisses me a lot slower than the last one. It was gentler, like he wanted to take his sweet time with me. His hands clutch onto my ass. Making me gasp and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue past my now swollen red lips. When we pull away to breathe, something in me finally awakened. Like a hidden voice that I’ve been holding back for so long. Something only he was able to awaken. “I want you JJ. I want all of you.”

He waste no time to scoop me up in his arms and begin to walk towards what I assume is his bedroom. He throws me on the bed before crawling on top of me, our lips connect again in a passionate kiss. I tug at his shirt, which he gladly takes off, along with my dress that he throws across the room. He takes his time to soak in the girl in front of him. I didn’t bother to wear a bra, which seemed to take him by surprise.

He begins to play with the harden buds, the feeling of his rings making my breath hitch. “So fucking beautiful.” His words make me blush, all the insecurities that seemed to cloud my mind vanish. Even when he pulled down my panties. My hesitation disappears when I unbuckle his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers, his erection no longer hiding. I silently gulp as I look upon the member.

“Jay?” His eyes flicker to mine. “I’ve never um,” I can’t seem to find the right words, but judging from the look on his face, he already knew. “We can stop if you want.” “No. I want this. I want it to be with you.” This makes him smile, I can practically see a spark in his baby blue ocean eyes. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. We’ll go at your pace.” His hands hold my legs open as he aligns himself at my entrance. I watch as he begins to disappear inch by inch until bottoming out. I focus on my breathing, hoping that it would distract me from the discomfort.

When I look up at him, his jaw is clenched, resisting the urge to plunge deep into my smooth folds. He leans down to litter kisses on my face as an attempt to distract me from the pain. “Just relax. It’ll start to feel better soon.” Who knew he had such a sweet side? My walls finally begin to adjust to him. The discomfort begins to fade. I move my hips and am introduced to a pleasurable sensation resulting in me letting out a surprised moan. It increases as he pulls out only to plunge back in, almost knocking the wind out of me.

He finds a rhythm that I was comfortable with. The speed of his thrusts increase as the volume of my moans grow louder. The sound of skin slapping, raspy breaths and pornographic moans fill the room. Our bodies fit perfectly together, like puzzle pieces, as if we were made for each other. He smiles at how well I’m taking him.

The sight above me was breath taking. His biceps flexing every so often along with his abdomen tightening. His skin practically glowing. Hair messy and falling in front of face. Head thrown back, mouth agape and a vein on the verge of popping. The heavenly sound of his occasional moans and grunts, a pleasing melody.

Wanting more, I pull him down so our chests meet and wrap my legs around his waist, creating a new angle that reaches the sweet spot that lurks deep inside me making me moan louder. He once again bites down on that particular spot located on my neck. This action causes a tight feeling to form in my stomach. “Mmm JJ. I’m so close.” “Cum for me babygirl. I’m right behind you.” His thrusts become faster and sloppy. With him grunting against my ear and thumb rubbing against my sensitive clit, it doesn’t take much for me to reach my peak. My eyes roll to the back of my head, which is thrown back against the pillow, and a wave of euphoria rushes through my body like electricity.

“Fuck.” The feeling of my walls gripping around him even harder was enough for him to find his own release. He stills inside me, his seed coating my what was once pure and innocent walls, and are now tainted and marked by him. The rest of his body goes limp as he lays against me trying to catch his breath. The two of us lay there, our bodies slick with sweat, taking in the warm air. A whimper escapes my lips at the lost feeling when he pulls out, some of his cum leaking out of me. Neither of us say a word. Our naked bodies tangle together under the sheets and he turns the light out. I let the rhythmic sound of his beating heart guide me into a deep and peaceful sleep.

[hysterialevi]

His Name Was Isaac - Ch. 4

Fanfic summary: During a mission to avenge his mother’s death, Isaac hunts down the men responsible for her murder and kills them off one-by-one, only to discover that his last target is taking refuge among the Van der Linde gang. In an attempt to kill them, Isaac attacks the gang and unknowingly becomes enemies with his own father, who is in the process of fighting his own battle for redemption.

Point of view: third-person

Author’s note: Thank you guys for all the support you’ve given so far! The messages and comments I’ve received have all been so kind and caring. It really means the world to me. Hope you enjoy this part :)

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LATER THAT DAY

AURORA BASIN

“You ever wonder about eternity?” Mrs. Downes’ voice echoed in Arthur’s head, ringing like a distant bell.

“...You should.”

These days, it felt like that was all he could think about. With Hosea dead, Marston gone, and Dutch’s life hanging by a thread, Arthur often found himself pondering what awaited them in the near-future.

Their gang was pretty much done, despite how much Dutch tried to deny it. He may have acted as if they were still in their prime and running around like in the good ol’ days, but with both the Pinkertons and Skinner Brothers crying out for blood on the horizon, Arthur didn’t see much of a future for them at all. If anything, the only thing he saw coming for the Van der Lindes... was an end.

They were already living on borrowed time as it was. Their gang had experienced so many close calls and damned so many lives, that Arthur figured they were due to pay for their crimes sooner or later. 

He had lived long enough to see that there was no such thing as getting away with a sin, and considering how things had been going for them lately, he assumed that their time would run out before they even realized it.

Civilization was the new foundation for America... and without anywhere else to run to anymore, Arthur only hoped he’d be able to wake Dutch up before it was too late.

Otherwise... he didn’t know what they would do. 

Scribbling down a few more lines into his journal, Arthur threw together a simple portrait of Dutch as he quietly relaxed by the campfire, allowing his mind to drift away with the soft crackling that emitted from the flames.

He had just finished his heated conversation with the old man and left him to rest in the cabin, but even after calming him down, Arthur couldn’t deny that he was still on edge.

The way he acted back there... it was nothing like the Dutch he knew. In Arthur’s head, he still pictured the outlaw as a paternal figure. He saw Dutch as someone who cared for others and dared to question what everyone else accepted as their perpetual reality. 

He was a guardian. A father. A dreamer. A lost soul trying to find his way back home.

But the man in the cabin? ...He was nothing but a stranger to Arthur. His mind and mannerisms both remained a mystery, and the added layer of insanity on top of all that did nothing except further his paranoia. 

His life revolved solely around greed and pride these days, and if Arthur didn’t know any better, he would’ve said that Dutch himself didn’t even care anymore. 

They both knew their life as outlaws was done for. That much was obvious. But the difference was -- only one of them was willing to accept it.

“Spoke with Dutch about the robbery today,” Arthur wrote next to his drawing. “...It didn’t go so well. His illness keeps getting worse, and his mind ain’t doing much better neither. He’s deranged. Lost. Nothing but a memory of his true self.”

“It just makes me wonder how life is gonna be after he passes. I didn’t say it to Dutch’s face back at the cabin... but one of my biggest fears in life is the idea of being left alone. Family’s pretty much the only thing I live for nowadays, and without anyone else to stand by my side, part of me wonders if the world is just gonna stop turning when Dutch dies.”

“I don’t even know if I’ll want to stay with the gang at that point. I suppose I could try to make contact with John and the others once again. Try to live a normal life. But knowing Abigail, she’d probably want nothing to do with me. They have Jack to take care of, after all, and it’s no secret that Abigail despises anything to do with criminals. Not that I blame her.”

“I guess I’ll just have to wait and see where this goes. I ain’t got that many options left in life, that’s true. But that don’t mean I’m not gonna try to do the right thing. We was born to be outlaws. And it’s clear to me now that that’s how we’ll die too. But I may as well try to make amends while I still have the opportunity.”

“It’s the only thing I can do at this point.”

Setting his pencil down with a conflicted sigh, Arthur stuck it in between the pages and shut his journal closed, shoving the thing back into his satchel. He figured he had wasted enough time skulking around in his head for one day, and decided it would be best if he just focused on preparing for the bank robbery ahead.

There were weapons to load, guns to clean, plans to lay out... and judging by how Dutch was doing just a few minutes ago, Arthur assumed most of the work would fall on him and Micah. That was usually how things went.

Before he could return to the task at hand however, a pair of men approached him.

“Morgan!” Shay called out as Bill Williamson walked alongside him.

Arthur mentally groaned to himself, admittedly not in the mood for socializing. “Shay. Bill.”

Mackintosh had a seat at the campfire, making himself comfortable on a crate. “Heard you had a talk with Dutch. How’d it go?”

Arthur took his hat off, combing a tired hand through his hair. “About as well as you’d expect.”

Bill joined in. “So, we’re robbin’ the bank then?”

He put his hat back on. “Yep. Looks like it.”

Shay was obviously disappointed by the news and shook his head in disapproval, glancing at the cabin. “...He’s gonna get everyone killed, Arthur.”

Arthur sighed in a defeated tone. “Look, I tried to get through to him, but his mind’s been set. It’s clear that he ain’t leavin’ Blackwater anytime soon, and if we try to push any harder, I’m worried he’ll kill someone. Dutch already pulled a gun on me when I talked to him. We’ll just have to do our best during this robbery.”

Shay stared at Arthur for a moment, evidently not reassured. 

“...We have seven people, Arthur. Seven. And two are staying behind to guard the camp. That’s four outlaws and a dying man against what, a dozen lawmen? Pinkertons, too? This robbery is gonna be a suicide mission.”

Arthur rested a hand on his knee. “Well, we don’t have a choice. Alright? I don’t like it either, but no matter how unstable he might be, Dutch is still the boss. If he says we’re gonna rob the bank, then...” his eyes fell to the ground, “...that’s what we’ll do. You don’t wanna do it, you can always sit it out.”

“No, I’ll come.” Shay confirmed. “But you can’t deny that this is a stupid idea. We should be movin’ away from the Pinkertons. Not straight towards them. That was kinda the whole reason we even bothered travelin’ this far west.”

Mackintosh let out a breath and backed down for a moment, dragging a hand down his face. “Ah... I’m sorry, Arthur. I dunno why I’m puttin’ all this on you. I know it ain’t your fault. You tried your best to talk to Dutch, so, really... I should be thanking you. I just wish he would’ve listened.”

Arthur nodded in agreement, standing up from the campfire. “...Yeah. Me too. Sadly, my words seem to always fall on deaf ears these days. Feels like no one’s listenin’ to us. Not even ourselves.”

Strolling away from the fire, Arthur suddenly stopped in his tracks when he noticed that someone was missing from the vicinity. He assumed that everyone was at camp and getting ready for their upcoming job in the next few days, but upon further observation, the gang appeared to be one man short.

Arthur turned back to Shay and Bill, quirking a brow at them.

“Hey, have either of you boys seen Micah?”

~~~~~~~~~~

MEANWHILE

BLACKWATER SALOON

Laying the weathered piece of paper down on the desk, Micah presented his roughly-drawn map of Aurora Basin to Isaac as the young man relaxed in a wooden chair, studying the map with one hand and holding onto his rifle with the other. He and Micah may have been partners for the time being, but that didn’t mean he trusted the outlaw for one second.

“...Aurora Basin.” Isaac read aloud, his eyes skimming over the text. “So this is your camp?”

Micah nodded, crossing his arms. “Sure is, cowpoke. You ever heard of it?”

The young man shook his head. “No.”

“Good. Then that means I chose a good spot. Or not, depending on how you approach it.”

Isaac pulled his chair closer, taking a better look at the map. “Well, what’s the best way in? Is it well-defended?”

Micah rested a hand on the desk. “Overall, I’d say yes. There ain’t nothin’ but mountains on the west side of the camp, and the region of Tall Trees completely envelopes the other. If you wanna attack the gang, you’re gonna have to get real close. Unfortunately for you though, there’s only one way in.”

“I thought so. Is it this path here?” He pointed to the road on the eastern side of the map.

“Yep. That’s where we post our guards. We’ve always got two men standing there just in case anyone... unfriendly shows up.”

Isaac leaned back, contemplating his next move. “So... there’s no way in from the east or the west. What about the north and south? Is it possible I could sneak in from there?”

Micah rejected the idea. “Surrounded by mountains too, I’m afraid.”

The young man furrowed his brow. “Well, shit. Looks like this is gonna more difficult than I thought. What about the guards who are posted at the entrance? When do they switch out? That might be the only opening I can seize.”

“Every couple hours or so. But they don’t switch at the same time, so there’s always gonna be at least one person there who can see you.”

The outlaw offered an alternative. “Though... it might interest you to know that the gang’s headed out for a robbery in two days.”

Isaac perked his head up. “It is? Where?”

Micah chuckled. “That information’s irrelevant to you. The part you should care about is the fact that everyone’ll be gone for a while. The only people who’ll be left are the two guards at the entrance. But I’m sure a tough boy such as yourself can handle them just fine. Can’t you?” 

Isaac rubbed his chin in thought. “I should be able to sneak in, but I need to know more about the camp itself first. Where do you keep your supplies?”

Micah pointed to a group of wagons stationed near the hitching posts. “Here. That’s where we store most of our food, weapons, medicine, ammo... you name it.”

The young man diverted his gaze to another location. “And what about this cabin here?”

The outlaw followed his line of sight. “Oh, that? That’s where our leader lives.”

“You mean Dutch van der Linde?” Isaac clarified. “I’ve heard he’s quite the unpredictable man.”

Micah sighed. “Unpredictable, paranoid, and dying. The deadliest combination. I’d suggest leavin’ him alone for now.”

“...I’ll keep that in mind. But tell me more about this robbery. When are you boys setting out? How long d’you reckon you’ll be gone?”

The outlaw took a moment to think. “Oh, I dunno... about an hour, I’d guess? Not a lotta time for you to find the camp and do what you need to do, but it’s the only chance you’ll get. As for when we’re leaving, we usually start robberies early in the morning. We don’t wanna give the law a chance to wake up properly before the chaos ensues.”

Isaac stood up from the desk. “That works for me.”

Micah eyed the young man with a cautionary glare. “...Just remember who helped you get this done, princess. You may be payin’ me, but I still got guns of my own. I won’t hesitate to use ‘em if you leave me no other choice. Understand?”

Isaac took the map and folded it in his hand, casually assuring the outlaw. “Of course, Micah. I won’t forget.”

“Good. Then I think I’ve given you your eighteen dollars’ worth of information. You wanna know more, you’ll have to pay more. For now, though...” Micah made his way to the exit, resting a hand on the doorknob, “...all I can say is good luck.”

“Wait.” Isaac said, stopping the other man before he could leave.

Micah lazily glanced over his shoulder, clearly eager to get out of here. “What is it?”

Isaac took a seat on the edge of the bed, placing his rifle on his lap. He seemed a little too calm for Micah’s liking, and the next words that came out of his mouth did nothing to ease the man.

“...Don’t eat the food after you return from the robbery.” He warned plainly, obviously thinking of something. 

“Otherwise, it won’t be pretty.”

[supergirl-fanfiction]

Betrayed In The Worst Way

Alex Danvers x Reader

Requested By Anon-

Can you write one where you and Alex are together and you and Maggie are best friends and you introduce Alex and Maggie. They start to hangout which makes you happy because you wanted your girlfriend and best friend to get along but soon you become suspicious because of how they begin to act with each other like being flirty and touchy feely. How it ends is up to you.

(Y/N)- Your Name

Warnings- Cheating, Language

A/N- Not gonna lie Honest by bazzi came on while I started writing this and I may have cried a little bit. Also it hits kinda close to home.

P.S- Sorry if the ending kind of sucks. I wasn't really sure how to end it.

You and Alex had been together for 6 months when you had finally managed to get Maggie and her to meet. They got along from the beginning and that made you happy. You just hadn't been aware of how well they got along.

You felt your jaw clench and you looked away from the sight in front of you. You weren't usually a jealous person, but you felt in your gut that something wasn't right with the way Maggie and Alex acted with each other. Neither one of them were big on physical affections but lately they always seemed to be touching in someway. It bothered you but you tried not to think too much into it and you ignored your gut feeling. I mean surely they wouldn't be doing anything behind your back. Still you couldn't help but feel the jealousy rise every time Maggie was around Alex and the way Alex acted around her. You sighed and turned around walking away from them. You felt like a shitty person for the thoughts running through your mind. You were just reading into things a little too much. Alex loved you and Maggie knew how in love you were with Alex. You were so stuck inside your head that you ended up running into Kara.

"Shit. Sorry Kara I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." You apologized to the younger woman. She gave you a small smile and waved off your apology.

"No harm, no foul (Y/N)." She told you before walking away. You were about to continue walking in the opposite direction when you suddenly called out to Kara.

"Hey Kara." She turned around and looked at you.

"Can I ask you something and you give me an honest answer?" She tilted her head to the side and frowned slightly.

"Yea of course. What do you need?" She asked you as she walked back over to you. You bit your lip as you began second guessing yourself. Should you really ask Kara this? You felt your stomach churn and refused to make eye contact with her.

"Is..do you know...um what I mean is." You couldn't seem to get the words out and you could feel the tears beginning to build in your eyes. Kara began to become worried and she laid her hand on your arm.

"Hey it's ok (Y/N). Whatever it is you need to ask just ask. I promise I won't judge you or be upset." You looked up at her as you felt a tear escape from your eye and begin to trail down your cheek.

"What's going on between Alex and Maggie?" You managed to choke out. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped opened. If she had made that expression any other time it probably would have made you laugh but right now you were just trying to hold yourself together.

"What do you mean (Y/N)?"

"I mean it's just I don't know. They just seem to be really affectionate with each other. They are always touching in some way wether it just be a hand on an arm, an arm around a shoulder, or hugging. The way they just seem to kind of gravitate towards each other. Like fuck I know I shouldn't be thinking this because Alex is my girl and Maggie is my best friend but I just can't help but keep thinking about all the what ifs." You confessed to Kara as you broke down. All of your emotions becoming too much for you to be handle at the moment. Kara wrapped you in a hug as a frown pulled at her lips. Now that she thought about it, there did seem to be something going on between those two. She didn't say anything though. She just let you cry as she hugged you. Eventually you pulled away from her and wiped your face with the sleeve of your shirt.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just unloaded all that on you. It wasn't fair." You mumbled as you looked at your shoes. You heard Kara sigh softly before she pulled you into another hug.

"Hey it's ok. You should really talk to Alex about the way you feel though. She will be able to help put your fears to bed better than I can." You nodded your head realizing that she was right. You just needed to talk to Alex about this and let her know that you know she would never do something like this to you. Especially not with Maggie. Your insecurities just took control of your thoughts sometimes. You gave Kara a small smile as you removed yourself from her.

"Yea you're right. Her and Maggie left to go to the Alien bar so I think I'll just head on down there. You wanna join me?" She gave you a smile and nodded her head.

"Sure it's been awhile since I went there. In fact how about we turn it into a super friends night? It's been so long since all of us have hung out." You felt your smile grow at the thought of hanging out with all of your friends for the first time in weeks.

"That would be awesome. It's been ages since I've seen all of them. I really only see you, Alex, and Maggie on a regular basis now." Kara laughed as she nodded in agreement.

"Yea same. I'll text the rest of the group and we can surprise Maggie and Alex with a get together." You could feel yourself getting excited as you thought about finally being able to spend time with all of your favorite people. After Kara texted everyone and told them you were all going to surprise Alex and Maggie at the bar with a get together the both of you headed out. You got there right as you saw Lucy, James, and Winn walk out of the door with shocked looks on their faces. You and Kara walked up to them and they immediately tried to stop you from entering the bar. You frowned at them not understanding what the problem was.

"Come on guys seriously what is the issue?" You asked them as began to feel your teeth grind together. They were really starting to piss you off. You just wanted to be able to go into the bar and hang out with your girlfriend and all of your friends. They all exchanged worried looks before they stepped to the side with a sigh.

"Just know that whatever happens we've got your back (Y/N)." Lucy told you. That only confused you more and you shook your head before heading inside the bar with the rest of them behind you. As soon as you saw Alex and Maggie though you understood why they had tried to stop you from entering. There was Alex in Maggies lap with their lips pressed together. You felt your heart shatter inside your chest. How could they do this to you? After everything you had done for both of them. You wanted to look away but you couldn't. You hadn't even realized you were crying until Lucy began to wipe away your tears.

"Come on (Y/N). Let's just leave." She tried to convince you but you shook your head no as you walked over to them. Kara, Lucy, Winn, and James followed behind you conceded for you and what you were going to do. You stopped right beside Alex and Maggie yet they didn't even realize you were there. You could feel your hands begin to clench into fists.

"How could you?" You finally spat out. They jumped apart like they had been burned.

"How could you Alex? How could you Maggie? I introduced you to each other because I wanted you to get along. Guess you got along better than what I had thought." You chuckled humorlessly.

"(Y/N).. I...this isn't...we didn't." Alex stumbled over her words trying to find the right ones to fix this situation.

"I hope you both rot in hell." You growled at them before you turned around and walked out of the bar. As soon as you got outside you slumped against the brick wall. You buried your face in your hands as you let the sobs escape. You felt someone wrap you in a hug and you moved your hands from your face and gripped onto whoever it was as tightly as you could. You buried your face in their neck as you continued to cry.

"I've got you (Y/N), I've got you." A voice you recognized as Lucy whispered as she picked you up. You heard the others walking towards you shortly afterwards. After that you aren't sure about what happened. You had cried so much you had exhausted your body.

When you woke up in the morning you reached out beside you in search of Alex before the events of the night before returned to you. You felt the tears begin again and you curled up into a ball hoping it would ease the pain. It didn't but you refused to move. Your whole world shattered all within the span of a couple of seconds. You still didn't understand how the two people you trusted the most could stab you in the back like that. Normally if something like this happened you would call Maggie but she was part of the reason why the reality you had once known was no more. Fuck why did Alex have to chose her of all people? You shook your head. You couldn't get stuck in all the why's and what ifs because if you did you would only cause yourself more harm. You eventually got out of bed. You just moved to living room and curled up on your sofa. You had your phone in your hand debating wether or not to read all the messages that Alex was sending you. You bit your lip as you opened her messages to show you had read them and then you turned off your phone. It felt like a dagger in your heart to not respond but right now she didn't deserve a response from you. No amount of explaining or excuses could justify her cheating. For the rest of the day whenever she sent a message you opened it to show her you had read but you never once texted her back. It killed you to do it but whatever pain it caused her couldn't even come close to comparing to the pain that spread from your chest to all over your body when you saw her and Maggie lip locked. The next few days you spent the same way. Slowly you began to go back to your normal routine and began to avoid Alex and Maggie whenever you could. You hadn't spoken to either one of them and you had even begun to erase them from your life. You deleted their contacts from your phone, erased them from all of your social media, and even changed your emergency contact information. There was just one thing you hadn't done yet. You had also put in a transfer form to transfer to the DEO location that Lucy was in charge of.

It had been about 3 months since you transferred and about 7 months since the incident, yet you were still receiving texts from Alex. Maggie had given up around the 4th month. You scrolled through all of the messages. It didn't hurt as bad as it used to whenever you remembered how you had been betrayed by 2 of the people you had trusted the most. You decided that maybe it was time to put the past behind you. You felt like your throat was clogged as you did the 2 things you never thought you would. You blocked Alex's number and went through your pictures, selecting all of them that contained her or Maggie. As you went to delete them you hesitated for a brief second before going through with it. You thought that you wouldn't ever be able to trust anyone the same way again but maybe a certain green eyed DEO director would be able to help you learn how to trust again. A small smile grew on your face as you looked over at Lucy. If anyone would be able to make you believe in love again you knew it would be her. You just needed a little more time to heal before you were ready to put your heart on the line again.

[spnsmile]

Title: Burn out this Love

Summary:

Complete blackout in the Bunker during a stormy night has TFW2.0 setting up candles in the war room except Dean accidentally lights one of the cursed candles that extracted a part of himself that believes he loves Castiel. A shaman comes to help but not really, resulting in the angel’s short temper and taking matters in his own hands to make Dean remember. Dean did not forget his name after.

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 9390

Tags/Warning: non/Con, dubcon, Curses, Fluff, Domestics, Established destiel

Written for @supernaturalpromptchallenge March prompt: Element: fire-candle

It was a precarious move, so Castiel silences everything of the earth’s natural orchestra always playing by his ears. From the nonstop spatter of rain on the muddy ground to the howling wind beating against the fort’s thick walls. The electrical hum silently permeating the stone confines to the droplets of water from the sink.

He narrows down the sound to the light tapping of Sam Winchester’s fingers on the keyboard. Jack’s distinct swallows of anticipation beside him. And Dean humming contentedly across the table, waiting for the next course of action to transpire.

Castiel opens his eyes. He raises his left hand with two delicate fingers like pincers and with precision, jabs it at the wooden block of his choice in the second level of the towering pile of Jenga he, Dean and Jack had been huddled around.

There’s a second of everyone holding their breath. Even Sam’s fingers have stopped typing. Dean’s eyes are so round, breath held, Castiel can almost feel his controlled excitement. But he got this.

He meticulously extracted a brick in one pull without making the almost 24 cm tower tumble. Dean sighs with a small, biting his bottom lip to keep whatever he wants to say while Jack’s mouth drops as Castiel stacks the brick up the tower deftly. He then beams at Dean and Jack when the tower remained steady.

“That wasn’t so hard. This indoor game is actually quite entertaining. Humans really are creative when left in their own devices being stuck inside their homes.”

He clasps both his hands on the table then stares at Dean.

Stuck that afternoon because of rain with no case at hand, they were easily convinced by Jack to play Jenga. At first, Dean didn’t want to participate, but one look from the angel gets him to agree. He vowed to destroy Castiel teasingly before they begin.

Except Cas isn’t prone to losing this one yet.

“Your turn, Dean.” Jack says, “Those blocks on the second and third level looks very shaky.” Dean glares at Cas

“Yeah, because somebody insisted on taking out all the foundation on the get-go. Ten minutes later and welcome to Pisa.”

“Rules of Jenga states that you have to remove a brick from a layer other than the top—”

“Like heck I’ll give you top even in this one, babe.” Dean cuts in slyly.

Castiel’s eyes narrow at his boyfriend who looks really fine with his finger-combed hair straight from the shower. He could tell by the strong smell of the hunter’s shampoo pervading the air. He is wearing his soft green top that always matches his eyes. Castiel prefers those one-color coded than the flannels, though he would never be averse to any clothing as long as it includes Dean.

Dean takes a shot in the middle of the tower, then seconds later extracted another brick.

“I got one for tops in ten seconds. Gonna get your ass next, Cas.”

Castiel only deadpans. Dean is obviously flirting with him now but he doesn’t know what to do except stare. He doesn’t remember when this had become a battle of position but he returns the intent gaze with usual deadpan.

“I was using my non-dominant hand.”

Castiel raises his left with an eyebrow up, smiling. Dean huffs in disbelief and was about to put the brick on the top of the tower when Castiel’s phone suddenly rings.

Dean yelps in surprise and knocks the entire tower, sending bricks on the table and the floor with loud thudding sounds. Castiel catches one brick on the way to the ground, watching everything fall apart. Dean groans and smacks his fist on the table while Jack smiles all cheeks like he’s been waiting for it to happen.

“I’ll help get them.” He says instead.

“Who’s callin?” Dean says grudgingly.

They all look at Castiel who’s fishing inside his coat. He shrugs at the look Dean gives him as he takes his phone out. “Oh, it’s my contact—one of the angels.”

Dean makes a face and grumbles.

“Looks like your top didn’t make it, Dean.” Sam remarks lightly from the end of the table.

“Shut up.” Dean snaps, “I’ll win Cas one of these days.”

“A foreseeable future in an alternate universe.”

“Shut up, you want me, Cas.”

Castiel raises an eyebrow scathingly

“No, but I need you to help pick up the wood, Dean. Yes, hello? Uh… yes, you did call inconveniently, I was in the middle of something—”

“My my, this wood’s hard.” Dean kneels on the floor with the voice loud enough to be heard on the angel’s phone.

“Dean,” Sam says in warning.

Giving Dean an intense look, Castiel nods on his phone then hangs up. He stands up and walks to the hunter, kneels in front of Dean who freezes at the sudden approach till Castiel reaches out and tilts his chin up. Sam looks away pointedly.

“Bad boy, Dean.”

Dean’s whole face flushes as red as a tomato.

“I understand it now.” Comes Jack’s voice, severing the spell the two had fallen under when the Nephilim appears behind the angel.

“What did you understand?” Castiel takes the bricks from the boy, feeling Dean’s eyes hot on his back. Jack nods with eyes round.

“This game is much like when people try to reach the top of heaven, but god punished them by taking out what makes them stronger together one by one. Like in the Tower of Babel.”

Dean resurfaces from the trance, blinking.

“He’s all yours.”

Castiel smiles. “It does appear to be all interrelated when you stop and think about it, though, in reality, the prophet of the lord during that time was a bad drunk who was trying to dispute ownership over a windmill farm from his brother. Eventually ending their relationship. Only because his brother refused to speak with him, thus context. But it’s more of the lesson of the story, Jack, rather than the myth behind it. I need to go.”

Dean’s head snaps up from the table.

“Why? Where are you going?”

“To meet my contact? That’s why he called, you heard him, Dean.”

“I heard him destroy my chances of topping.” Dean frowns. Castiel can see the argument rising from his face so he chooses his words carefully.

“He requires my assistance.”

Dean blinks, “Okay, wait for me I’ll go get my coat—”

“Uh, no, Dean. You can’t accompany me.” Because like most angels, this one is also wary of Dean Winchester. All angels—all Supernatural beings are.

“Stop joking around.”

“I’m not. I think you know when I am.” Castiel says drily.

 “What— you serious? But we had an agreement not to go out of the house without—"

“Um… Bunker hall pass?”

Sam snorts while Castiel hesitates when he sees Dean frown deeper.

Hall pass as he understands means something about … Winchesters want to do something private which basically is like the loophole in the whole agreement. It’s that pass where they do stupid stuff or deals or meetings without the others knowing.

They all agreed to never go out of the Bunker without a partner according to Dean. If it’s a hunt, it’s usually Sam and Dean together. But if it’s grocery shopping or Dean needing to have some fresh air it’s always Castiel on tow. Castiel doesn’t necessarily require the same attention, though he treasures Dean’s company to a fault.

He doesn’t understand the confused expression on Dean’s face.

“Cas, unless it’s a date you wanna get laid at, geez, I’m coming with you.”

“You’re not. Listen to me, Dean. You really can’t tag along.”

“But it’s raining.” Dean points. Castiel tilts his head, wordless. Dean stares at him, shifting from one foot to another before his expression closes into a grim.

“Fine. Go then.”

There’s nothing much left for Castiel to do when the man leaves.

Castiel quietly watches him go. No sooner than he left, the angel heard a distinct exploding sound somewhere far and the entire Bunker is enveloped in darkness.

***

Castiel stares blankly at the wall of the kitchen to the dancing shadow of Dean Winchester. He followed Dean ten minutes later and stationed himself by the door watching Dean busy himself by the sink, washing his hands with the flashlight of his cellphone, his sleeves pushed up his elbow and humming Led Zepp Castiel is already quite familiar.

“Dean.”

“What.”

“There’s been a massive blackout,” Castiel informs him.

“Don’t I know it? What are you still doing here? I thought your gonna have a date n stuff?”

“I don’t date.” Castiel rolls his eyes. “At the very least if their name is not Dean Winchester, I do not bother.” He sees the visible tension disappear on the man’s shoulder. It gets him talking more to get on Dean’s good side again. “I’ve decided not to go. It’s raining and I don’t want my boyfriend upset even though it’s ridiculous to be jealous—”

Dean coughs several times and swings to face the angel with the back of his hand on his lips. His ears are pink, Castiel can tell even from the dark.

“B-boyfriend?” he blurts out in shock.

“Unless you prefer that I call our engagement with different terminology. I believe the word ‘boyfriend’ is what this century is calling it nowadays. Or would you prefer to be my ‘beau’?” he narrows his eyes. To be honest he will prefer anything as long as he can tell their relationship is special. But Dean—

“N-no, I like boyfriend.” Dean stammers, turning back the sink and washing the frozen meat from the fridge. Castiel smiles and walks to him. He likes it when Dean gets all flustered because of something he said. Dean’s always been like that from the beginning.

Wrapping his arms around the hunter, Castiel sighs in contentment when he inhales Dean’s scent. Dean tenses in front of him but Castiel kisses the back of his neck, urging him to relax while he presses Dean back on the counter, body solidly against each other.

“Stop getting me a boner, Cas.” Dean chuckles.

Tag: Explicit

“Mmm. Why not?” Cas smiles, brushing his hand on top of the hunter’s fly. He can feel Dean’s body going rigid, his breath hitching. “I thought you said this is what boyfriends do?” He bites Dean’s ear. Too irresistible not to do it.

“Dammit, Cas—"

“I like it when you get angry with me.” Castiel whispers, unzipping Dean’s pants and snaking his deft hand inside his boxers. Dean is hard. The way he can easily turn Dean on is mesmerizing. “Because I know you’re worried. I know you care a lot. I’d prefer it anytime than you uncaring. Love it when you’re jealous.” He nips on the smooth skin, running his tongue back to Dean’s lobes and sucking hard.

“Now you’re tripping me—fuck!”

Dean squirms back against Castiel’s body, his ass pressing hard against the angel’s hips. It’s all sensual to him, all because Dean is a very sensitive man. It’s not physical alone, though that’s what draws Dean to Castiel at the beginning while Castiel is the exact opposite.

He saw Dean’s soul first and fell in love. Gradually, they were able to piece themselves together and now what’s between is both. Castiel understands that now. Dean is turned on sensually, emotionally and it’s mutual between them. It’s everything Castiel loves about Dean. But body contact is not to be undervalued either—Dean strives to be touched, hungry for it always, he spent the rest of his life seeking company on lonely nights. Now he’s with Castiel—responding to every caress because only Castiel knows how.

So, when he strokes Dean, they both know it’s more than just touches. Dean breathes like all the air is leaving his lungs. When Castiel presses his thumb on the delicate slit in the middle of the pulsing cock, they both know the running pleasure is multiplied by the thought of who is doing it. Castiel is. To Dean.

And Cas knows how to serve him. Grabbing Dean’s hair with his free hand, he presses their heads together, his lips on Dean’s ear. “Are you going to come for me, Dean?”

It’s enough to get Dean convulsing on his palm.

“Cas— shit—” Dean's hand grapples the edge of the sink while his other grasped behind him to Castiel’s hips. His knees are wobbling against the angel. “C-Cas I’m almost—”

His voice just breaks in the most arousing way. Castiel turns Dean’s head and kisses him hard, enjoying the heat coming from the hunter’s lips, the way it’s so open in submission as dominates their exchange. He pumps Dean harder in the middle of his release, shooting off the sink’s ceiling and on Castel’s hand.

Dean groans and falls back weakly on the angel but Cas got him. He embraces Dean. Plants soft kisses around Dean’s salty throat, his hand still slowly stroking Dean’s cock till he feels it soften in his palms. Dean is breathing hard and Castiel feels a little proud to the one to do that. Things had been very peaceful around them since they both woke up from the idiot dream after their confession of love. Castiel will never forget it.

“Can I help with anything else?” he asks after thoroughly cleaning Dean with his grace and tucking his cock back in before unzipping his fly.

“You just jerked me in front of my bacon.”

“I cleaned it.”

“You just took advantage of me cause it’s dark here.”

“That is true, but you also did say that’s what humans do in the dark with four walls and blankets. We don’t have blankets—do I need to get one?”

“Unless you want to fuck me on the table?” the way Dean sounds hopeful gives Castiel a headache.

 “We’ll have that when we can. For now, if you’re done fixing dinner, I will go call Sam and Jack so we can all be here. I’m sure they found the candles by now.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Candles? What are they—kids? No, use flashlights, the candles are last resorts. I have flashlights in the cabinet. Or make em use their phones.”

“I do not think that’s a good idea considering you might need your phones to communicate outside if the blackout persists.”

“Uh… You’re right.” The hunter smiles smugly all of a sudden, “Then can you be like my lamp now? You know—badass angel glowing light in the middle of the room—

“Umm, if I do that the entire Bunker will be enveloped with pure light and since it’s dark outside, the possibility of getting detected by your world’s ‘space cadets’ as you call them is at risk. So now. I do not believe it’s very smart to use my grace at all, Dean. Let’s reserved that for a real emergency.” Castiel glares.

“Geez, alright.” Dean laughs, wiping his hands with the towel hanging by his left shoulder. “Hang on, I’ll go with you to get the flashlights. Their only under the Ham radios.”

“Okay.”

“Wait— Cas!”

Dean surprises Castiel when he suddenly pulls him back, cups his face and catches his lips into a mouth to a kiss with the hunter leading.

Castiel smiles. He likes it when Dean is spontaneous like that. He lets Dean take him. When they pull away, Dean is looking at him with eyes full of love. Castiel nudges his nose on Dean’s lips and sighs. Together, they walk back to the library, all tensions obviously have been released away.

“But, really, candles?” Dean says in the dark.

Castiel uses the opportunity to pull Dean forward. “So, you can ask them. Let’s go.”

“Don’t make me trip on you—”

“You’re the one who keeps pushing—Dean!”

“Sorry!” Dean laughs, “Was that your ass or what?”

Rolling his eyes, he lets Dean pat his ass again until they reach the corridor. Sam’s laptop screen is on, the only light amidst complete darkness. In front of it, Sam looks up with Jack waiting beside him. “Finally decided to appear now, huh?”

“While you guys are playing another set of ‘Are you afraid of the Dark?’ episode?” Dean is clearly looking at Sam who rubs his forehead and nods at Jack.

“We’re waiting for Cas.” Jack explains brightly, eyes on the. “The candles are still unlit so I was thinking if you can use your grace them get them light up.”

Castiel doesn’t quickly answer but throws a look over Dean instead.

“It’s raining and there are candles. Add a cat and we’ll be calling out Sabrina. I can’t even see the candles!” Blinking hard with brows furrowing, he and Castiel steps to the table, casting looks over the place

 “I’m not sure I can light all, Jack.” Castiel says solemnly.

“Sure you can.” Jack encourages.

“Just makes sure you don’t make any light bulbs burst and eyes burn.” Dean chuckles.

Castiel glares at that. He notices Dean emerging from under the table and pulling a box under the table to duck from his glare. Huffing, Castiel snaps his fingers and—

The fire flickers out of thin air from the four candles in the middle, lightening the whole war room with the dancing flames, sending their shadows tall on the walls. Castiel sees Jack beam and it made the effort worth it.

“And this,” comes Dean’s voice. Nobody saw him put another candle on the table. They found him already with a matchstick at hand, scraping the corner and tipping down the thick wax candle with an X-mark—

“Dean—wait—!” Sam begins, but too late— Dean lights the candle. The moment the flame flickers on the candle, Dean’s eyes roll back with white balls showing and he drops on the floor out cold.

“DEAN!”

“It’s a cursed object, obviously. Are you sure you’re with proper hunters? One look of the object and—”

“It’s a long story—there’s no electricity when you need it. I could power it up, but Sam says— anyway, just come here—I don’t care if it’s raining. I want to make sure he’s going to be okay after the candle dies out—” Castiel listens to the shaman’s mundane complaints while the angel stands outside the corridor right outside Dean’s room.

His body is still shaking as he relieves the memory of Dean fainting after lighting the cursed candle. Saw something leave Dean’s body that made him reach for the hunter and clutch him close. Protecting Dean at all costs. In the end, after determining it was a cursed candle from the box that Jack brought in the room unwittingly, Castiel resorted to calling his only resource for magical objects, The Shaman, Sergei.

After sending a photo of the nasty candle he wants to melt, his opinion changed drastically upon learning that Dean’s life force is connected to the candle. Now it became the most important thing for him.

“Be quick, I’m warning you, Sergei.”

Castiel hangs up and sprints back to Dean’s room. He can still feel his heart wild against his chest anxiously. The way it happened— he saw something get sucked away from Dean’s body when he lit the candle. Sergei only confirmed his suspicion which didn’t make him feel any better.

But at least it wasn’t any candle about death….

Sam brought his rechargeable lamp in the room that lit the entire vicinity conveniently. Sam looks up questioningly when Castiel comes in and Cas had no choice but to give him a curt nod.

“Yes, Sergei says it’s a curse.”

Sam’s face turns pale. “And? What kind of curse?”

“I don’t know… Sergei’s not sure but he says it could be of Japanese origin but apart from that we still have to wait for Sergei to confirm. He still wants to come over and see for himself.”

“Okay, that’s a plan.” Sam stands up and palms his face. “But I’m still going to search around lore books about Japanese curses then. I don’t trust Sergei. Do you?”

He frowns up at Sam. “I have every reason to doubt Sergei. He will be under my watch once he’s here. He should not be left with Dean. And even if it is the only threat of the cursed candle, I still would not relax until I see Dean as himself again. I’m afraid so trusting Sergei is the only thing we have for now.”

They all look at Dean fast asleep on his bed with the candlelight burning over the table by his wall.

Everyone knows it is Castiel who will be watching over Dean for the rest of the night. Sam left the room to do research in his room and see what else he can find with an extra flashlight at hand. Jack decides to let Cas and Dean alone and once everything is quiet, Castiel naturally focuses on Dean.

He sits beside the hunter’s bed, eyeing every feature of Dean he’s already memorized by heart. One look and he can tell something is missing, though whether it’s for the best, he is not one to decide. He places two fingers on his friend’s forehead and sighs. He closes his eyes, heartbreaking again when he could not reach onto Dean’s soul.

Castiel stays inside Dean’s room for the better part of the night, watching for any slight changes or disturbance over the hunter’s peaceful slumber. There’s none. In fact, Dean barely stirred on the bed unaware of the raging weather outside. If it was not for his chest moving steadily, Castiel would worry about his life.

He spends an hour like that, just staring at Dean’s face for the rest of the evening, recounting his freckles, noting those that faded and delighting himself in finding new ones.

He touches Dean’s forehead from time to time, let his fingers run down the soft hair. Let’s his warmth fill the empty vessel of his boyfriend. He knows it’s unnecessary, but he could not stop. Won’t. He’d do it even with a hairbreadth of grace left in his body.

He stares at Dean.

Achingly. Longingly. Willing those eyes to open for him again. So, he waits. He always waits for Dean. It only seems proper because it’s Dean who made him realize how waiting can sometimes be unbearable. Time is a concept no angel understood before.

Until Dean.

Nightmares didn’t visit Dean that night. Dean does not have any reason to fear, Castiel is beside him. The true nightmare is waiting for Dean alone in the silence of the night. So, if someone asks Castiel if he has any fear at all, Castiel will think of this moment and tells them he does.

***                                          

The Shaman arrived around half past nine, two hours after Dean’s collapse. By then power was still absent, making it difficult for Sam to use his laptop. The Bunker’s generator hasn’t worked since the last invasion in the fortress.

Descending from the metal stairs with wet shoulders from the rain outside, he cast his eyes at the faces waiting for him by the war table looking like a phantom in black apparel, the lights of candles whipping in his presence.

“Has he woken up?” Sergei asks deadpan.

“Not yet.” Castiel shakes his head, “It’s only been two hours. Are you sure the lasting effect of the candle is only 7 hours?” Sergei looks pass Sam to the entrance of the corridor eagerly. He turns to Castiel again.

“Yes, unless you use the other two candles then the curse will continue.”

Castiel and Sam exchange looks. The Shaman raises an eyebrow.

“There are three candles for the shrine ritual,” he begins slowly, “together the three can have significant influence over the balance of nature. Do you mean to tell me—?”

“I kept the other candles in the box.” Sam presses his lips.

“Very well, please bring them into the room. Castiel? Can you lead the way?”

Castiel did not say anything. The look Sam gives him is meaningful, but since the hour is dire, the two decided to do as the Shaman says. Castiel leads the way to Dean’s room while Jack accompanies Sam to the storage room.

Once they reach the hunter’s room, Castiel quickly checks on Dean. The hunter is still fast asleep with no sign of any disturbance in his absence. Sergei doesn’t wait. He slides past Castiel and takes a look at the hunter from head to toe, then walks to the candle still burning bright by the table.

Castiel watches Sergei’s movement with his brows slowly furrowing.

“Will he be okay?” he stands beside Sergei, expression softening at Dean’s sleeping form.

“I need some time alone with him. The spell for—”

“No.”

He meets Sergei’s eyes but the final word is apparently with the clouding of his face.

“Fix him.” He says sharply, “And don’t do anything suspicious or I’ll smite you.”

Sergei quirks his eyebrows. “Always the Russian method with you.”

Castiel doesn’t like it. Truth be told, he’s wary of repeatedly asking the Shaman for help. He’s been pushing Sergei to the limits, always asking for favors they both know would never be compensated. It’s only a matter of time before the Shaman gets back to him. Sam shouting in the corridor at the top of his lungs seems to be the cue.

“Your other Winchester needs you.” they both look at the door but Castiel did not move from

“What are you not telling me, Sergei?”

“CAS!” Sam appears by the door, breathless. “Cas! Don’t let him near Dean!”

Castiel doesn’t ask why. He grabs Sergei by the collar and lifts him up the air before Sam can even finish. He’s been alert from the beginning— expecting danger lurking around and with an unconscious Dean, he’s not about to put his guard down.

Sergei is clutching his wrist tightly, choking as he writhes against Castiel’s hold. Castiel whose eyes gleam darkly, fixing the Russian with his penetrating stare.

“What…” he says, dangerously calm, “are you not telling me?”

There’s a groan on the bed. Castiel distractedly looks down at Dean stirring. Sergei chuckles and presses something hot on his hands. He feels his whole body becomes rigid—the ability to move gone from whatever the Shaman did.

“No!”

Sam comes forward, lunging at Sergei who was leaning on Dean’s side. He grabs him by the shoulder to take him out but in the middle of the struggle, everyone sees him rise from the bed.

Castiel swallows hard. He feels his grace trying to reach out to him but couldn’t—his grace is locked away. But it’s not this that gets him worried.

It’s Dean. Dean is now fully awake, staring at Sergei with unblinking eyes.

“Shit.” Sam whispers.

That doesn’t bode well for Castiel.

Smite. Absolute smiting.

This is the only thing Castiel can think about when he heard the truth about the curse on Dean and Sergei’s intentions for his friend.

Apparently, the cursed candles are used in Japan’s ancient, most famous and terrible curse-a ritual done mainly by jealous and wronged lovers. The three candles are only part of the instruments— as Sam reads.

“…dressed in white and a trivet worn like a crown with three candles burning in the night, a doll made of bound straw and wooden hammer or long iron spikes… They would have in their possession a part of the victim they want to curse—a hair, skin blood, fingernail, even photographs and perform the ritual by any Shinto shrines and time to the Hour of the Ox, witching hour where yurei and yokai spirits come haunting…”

Castiel is only half listening. No. He is emitting a certain air of danger for the Shaman bound by the chair in the war room. Dean is still in his room with a headache while Jack stands outside his door. Half of Castiel’s mind is with Dean, sensing his every movement but he could not. He knows something is different and it’s that he will extract from Sergei by force.

He points his blade menacingly at the Shaman who pulls away from the pointed blade as far as he could. Castiel doesn’t mean to make contact. He can only see blood.

“That’s not the entire story behind this, is it, Sergei?” Castiel glowers. Sam joins him with arms crossed, glaring at the Russian.

“The candles have been used before and was stashed away with the remnants of the curse left in it. What I don’t understand is why lighting one would be harmful to anyone who uses it.”

“Not harmful, of course not. You do not understand the power of words entangled with pure hatred and love, do you?” Sergei begins hooded eyes on the hunter.

Castiel jabs his knuckle on Sergei’s jaw. It connects—Sam doesn’t even bother stopping the angel whose glinting blue eyes burned on the Shaman.

“Tell us everything before I kill you.”

“Cas…”

Sergei harkens a laugh but obliges. “Dead spirits linger on earth, you know, because of their attachment to the mortal world. And when I say attachment, we speak of their sentiments. Very dangerous even for mortal people to possess. Anger, hatred, injustice… bound to materialize when given too much power over poor souls. Now, Japanese witches, they have different sources of power with their deeper connection to the pagan gods their culture have embraced. More resources, more creativity when it comes to Witchcraft you in the West would never achieve.”

“What about you?” Cas asks.

“I’m Russian. Shaman, Castiel. A chosen profession by necessity. We do not need to keep the Supernatural hidden in the East. We bask in them. The people worship them. Acceptance of the Supernatural passed down from generation until, well. The invasion of West insisting on their god.” He looks pointedly at Castiel who continues to glower in his direction.

“What has this got to do with Dean?”

“The three-candles-curse stand for hatred, jealousy, and intent to harm. If passed on, these emotions are also transferred to the next caster. It doesn’t matter if you light the three, put it on your head like a crown. Once lit, the emotions will flood the caster and urge them to continue the curse till done. Your boyfriend—” he nods at the door, “who only lit one will only be affected by the chosen candle. The question here is which one did he light? The one for hatred? For jealousy? Or the intention to harm? We’re about to find out.”

Castiel hears the quiet footfalls of Dean followed by Jack coming from the corridor. Sergei sees them too, standing at the door with the hunter’s gaze quickly falling on the Shaman. His face is pale, Castiel can see dark lines under his eyes. But above that, he sees Dean’s soul has been clouded. Dimmed. He grits his teeth then pulls Sergei’s collar.

“It doesn’t make sense. If those negative emotions will transfer to him then why—why are you getting involved?”

“Ah, I did not say it will affect him in the same way.” Sergei says with a malicious glint in his eyes, “For if a person does not intend to do harm nor feel any certain hatred over another… if this person only accidentally lights the candles without any then what’s left will be the root of the magic which is—”

“Cas, what are you doing?” Dean growls, frowning. “Get away from him.”

Sam steps forward to meet Dean halfway while Jack follows behind the hunter uncertainly.

“Dean, this guy doesn’t want to help you, okay? He’s here to screw with us!”

Dean frowns. “What are you talking about? He won’t hurt me. Get out of the way, Sammy.” His green eyes swim towards Sergei, the dull eyes slowly gaining fire of determination. Castiel stands his ground as he understood how Dean’s eyes melt softly—and to the angel’s horror—

“I love him.” Dean reasons.

The blade falls on the floor with a solid thud.

Castiel takes a lungful of air, eyes not leaving Dean’s. Beside him, he hears Sergei’s dark voice, “Be careful, angel. The curse is twice bound. You don’t want to burn him, do you?”

What is the root of all curses that spark from emotions…?

Of course.

Love.

Dean is left in his room alone, cuffed and all after punching Sam for getting on his way. He was only stopped when Castiel and Jack take him too and locked him away.

“Don’t kill him yet, Cas,” Sam says before they part. Sergei has just smugly admitted he wanted to get back on Castiel even for just 7 hours by taking Dean’s affection. He knew this was gonna happen and its only Sam who’s stopping him from burying his angel blade on the Shaman. Sam takes care of Sergei, promising to throw him somewhere far where Dean would never reach him. Castiel is left to take care of Dean, so take care of Dean he will.

The lasting effect of the curse is until the candle dies out which Castiel left in Jack’s care. He trusts Jack. The fire wasn’t in any danger of dying its fire soon anyway. His heart breaks at the thought, but he can’t be weak. Dean needs him now. As long as the man doesn’t start proposing to Sergei, that is.

Sam told him to clear off Dean until the next five hours but Castiel made no promises. He knows the curse will be lifted on its own yet, he can’t. It’s Dean and no sooner than Sam left the Bunker around dawn, he finds himself traipsing down the hallway to the end of the corridor

Dejected atmosphere greets Castiel when he opens the door of the room. Dean has fallen silent with his wrists cuffed together on the table. He looks up when Castiel enters, but his green eyes swiftly look behind the angel-like he’s expecting someone there. Disappointment fills his expression and Castiel mirrors him. That is. Until he gets a hold of himself.

Sam said they will be laughing this out after the five-hour mark. That Dean would be so embarrassed to declare his undying love to the Russian Shaman who he will hunt for the rest of his life. Castiel doesn’t find it amusing. He saw Dean back there— he saw how Dean’s innate ability to love was robbed of the man.

If Dean was going to hunt for Sergei in the future, he better does it quickly before Castiel gets there before. He closes the door behind him and locks it.

Dean sits up with wary anticipation on the bed. Castiel eyes him predatorily. He sheds his trench coat first, folding it carefully at the back of Dean’s chair.

Dean in love with someone else? Now that’s laughable.

Dean is his.

Dean belongs to him.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Where is he?”

Castiel’s lips thin. He wants to say the Shaman is dead. Sergei will be once Castiel gets Dean’s heart back. He runs his hand on his tie before carefully pulling it away.

“Sam escorted him out of the Bunker. For your safety.” He says very quietly.

“Gee, thanks. Way to keep me in line, keeping away the only person who can straighten me out.” Dean kicks the side table enough to make Castiel finally look at him.

“Stop it. Destroying things won’t make you get your way. You’re only hurting yourself.”

“You know what the best way for me to actually not hurt myself?” Dean sneers, “Is for you to let me go!”

“I’m afraid I can’t let that happen, Dean. No. You’re only going to follow Sergei.” Castiel’s eyes are cold. “No, you stay here. With me.”

The man huffs angrily like it’s the last thing he wants in the world. If only his Dean can see himself now. Refusing Castiel’s company in the same room they’ve shared many times. What irony… but Castiel’s not about to let that stop him.

There’s a reason why Dean is locked here with him. He begins to unbutton his shirt, eyes gleaming when he sees Dean watch him warily.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Have you really forgotten our little secret, Dean?” Castiel asks, walking to the bed in two steps and stops in front of the man.

Dean looks up defiantly and Castiel finds himself like that. The number of times he and this man had gone against each other from the first time they met, Dean shines brighter like that. But when cornered like this like a prey, Castiel would rather Dean be a fighting soldier than a trapped animal.

The thought of Sergei touching Dean sets stone-cold dominance in his being. A possessive feeling of ownership takes him. Castiel suddenly becomes afraid of where it will take him as he touches the hunter’s chin and lifts it so the can peer him in the eyes, albeit a little dimmed, are still gorgeous green.

“I won’t let anyone, have you. Not by force.” He strokes Dean’s cheeks which turn the deepest shade of red. Dean still responds to him. At least, his body remembers this.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Dean swallows, eyeing Castiel’s open button shirt revealing a mass of strapping muscles like he’s never seen it before. But Castiel sees it. That look Dean reserves for things he wishes to taste but daring not to take—he’s seen that numerous times.

“We’re different. You and I…we’re—”

“Connected?” Dean meets his eyes and strange enough there’s a glint of hunger in those green that Castiel never expected to see—not until the curse is lifted, but it’s there.

“You seem to understand it, Dean. That you are under a curse and whatever you feel for Sergei—”

Dean sighs, his head tilting back. “I don’t feel the same about you.”

Castiel freezes, his heart falling on the floor. He needed to remind himself that this is not Dean talking. That Dean—his Dean— would never say that to him. That once this is over, Dean will apologize and Dean will want him again.

No… this Dean wants him.

He has to believe in that.

Leaning down, he tugs the cuff when he stretches Dean on the bed, pulling on his leg till Dean’s arm stretches above him. The hunter growls at the sudden prone position, but his eyes widen when Castiel unbuckles his own pants and let it slip down the floor. He feels Dean’s eyes follow his hard cock—because Castiel will always be hard for Dean—so when he crawls on top of Dean, he knows he’s got attention.

Dean has told him many times how he is fucking turned on when Castiel is naked waist below while still wearing his white unbuttoned tops. Dean’s fantasies Castiel is always willing to oblige. He casts his eyes down on the hunter when their faces are leveled.

Dean doesn’t move, it’s him breathes that rapidly changes. With eyes bulging, breathe hitching, Castiel feels his heart thumping at what’s about to happen next.

Heart leaping as he recognized Dean’s soul trying to reach to him, he takes hold of Dean’s shoulders and grips him tight. He doesn’t look away and the hunter remains silent.

Slowly, he pushes Dean on the bed, falling with him till Dean is on his back, breathing heavily, the lump on his throat unsteady as it bobbed up and down. Castiel straddles him, melting Dean with the amount of hunger in his eyes.

“You remember this, don’t you?” he whispers, stripping Dean from the lovely green shirt. Castiel tosses it and begins on Dean’s black undershirt when a hand jabs on his chest suddenly. Dean is blinking at him with fear and uncertainty.

“It’s not you I…Sergei—” Dean suddenly struggles to say.

Castiel doesn’t show his dismay. He conceals it. He knows Dean is fighting, knows Dean wants him to help him, to fight with him. So whatever doubt he has about what he needs to do next, he pushes it down. Dean’s clear eyes begin to cloud. It’s the curse.

He’s losing Dean.

Oh, a shaman is really going to die.

Castiel’s eyes bulge as the realization hits him hard.

Whatever Sergei said about wanting Castiel to be jealous—because that’s what he means when he told Castiel ‘Be careful, angel. The curse is twice bound. You don’t want to burn him, do you?”

He figures it out that instant—that Sergei’s intention is not for Dean but for him. Dean will be under this love spell for seven hours, crying for Sergei’s name in his sleep. Something that is truly unforgivable for the angel who then will have to suffer intense jealousy.

This… here right now… is extreme jealousy and hatred within him… the intent to harm all because of love. Castiel’s heart dies inside him. He is an angel, a heavenly being. He is not supposed to be bound by such negative emotion and yet—

He closes his eyes. It was too late to go back now.

Sergei has succeeded in cursing him through Dean.

His fingers curl clutching the hem of Dean’s black shirt. That’s not gonna happen. Dean looking at him like he’s a stranger even when his body is reacting, that’s not what they promised. It was stolen from Dean.

No… Dean was stolen from him.

He knows he can wait it out, knows there’s actually no reason to do this but just the thought of Dean thinking he’s in love with someone else sends fearsome anger rippling all over his body. With a growl, he pushes Dean’s black shirt up roughly, brushing the mound of muscle with the heel of his palm. He begins kissing the hardening bud ever so sensitive under his mouth.

“No…” Dean grunts, hands clutching the angel’s shoulders “Get off— I want Sergei!”

The name awakens something primal inside Castiel. Jealousy or what not— innate possessiveness or what not—this is torture!

 “You’re not putting much of a fight.” He sucks Dean’s nipples hard, making Dean squirm but Castiel stays one hand on his other pectoral, rubbing the unattended nipple with his fingers. Dean’s cries are so pleasing and both painful as Castiel faithfully continues his ministration for the next five minutes, rolling and flattening his tongue until the bud is hard. He grazes his teeth on the erect bud making Dean yelp and squirms beneath him. He applies the same suction on the left nipple, feeling the hunter writhe on the bed, trying to free his leg until Castiel grounds their hips together. He presses hard on Dean. The man groans softly.

Castiel frowns and looks down Dean’s pants to find the only possible reason is Dea still wearing his pants. Smiling, he gets up, straddles him and begins working on Dean’s belt.

“Wait—Cas…” his voice whimpers when Castiel pulls his pants and boxers down in one swift movement and throws it on the floor. Dean tries to hide his cock by crossing his legs, but Castiel is taking none of it. Pushing Dean’s legs apart, hands firm on his thighs, he let his palms ground Dean’s legs on the bed. Dean moves his ass, his cock twitching beneath him where he couldn’t see.

Sighing, Castiel slides both palms from the hunter’s knee caps down to the root of his cock. Both hands take it, Castiel’s body follows as he leans in, elbows keeping Dean’s leg open till the tip of his mouth touches the head of Dean’s cock.

There’s a stifled groan from Dean. Castiel closes his eyes. He erases the thought that Dean’s not thinking about him. That Dean is thinking of that dead-shaman walking. He digs his fingers on the man’s smooth thighs, sucks the top of his cock, before burying himself on Dean’s hole. He eats Dean, takes pleasure in the man’s cries until he can feel the live wire ready to explode. He takes Dean’s cock again to his lips, kisses the head gently before stroking him twice, eyeing Dean’s reaction.

“Cas—I’m—oh fuck!”

Castiel pulls away and sternly gazes up the hunter who whimpers and looks down in confusion. Tears slide from the corner of Dean’s eyes.

“Say my name,” Castiel commands.

“What…” Dean blanks out.

“Say my name. Tell me to fuck you, Dean, or I will leave you here for five hours—”

Dean’s eyes widen. He begins to tug on his cuff.

“Don’t—Cas, I—” he breathes out unable to say it. He shakes his head when Castiel begins to rise, “Cas—Cas please—” tears spring up from his eyes, “don’t—Cas, please—”

Castiel sighs. He strokes Dean’s cock, relaxing when Dean responds with trying to fuck in his hand. It’s easy to swallow Dean’s cock this time feeling like they are back to normal. He gets Dean to call his name again and again. He doesn’t need any release or Dean’s hand on his cock. He only needs Dean to say his name, all the while making his silent apologies.

He gets off with swallowing Dean’s cock straight down his throat and sucks, tasting Dean’s salty tang so different from his sweat. Feeling Dean’s familiar cock inside his mouth makes him forget everything. This is just him and Dean showing love and affection. Nothing has changed. He wishes that because now he understands he is taking Dean against his will.

He sucks Dean harder, making him scream and thrust in his mouth. He drags his mouth slowly across the hard length, pulling up only to kiss the reddening head before diving down again. He sucks Dean dry as only he could. Making Dean clutch on the wrinkled blankets with unbidden lust driving him to the edge.

“Cas… that’s enough, I’m—coming…!”

Castiel buries his nose deep the curls of Dean’s cock. He chokes and nearly pulls back but Dean closing his knees at the back of his head urges him to take him again.

Dean’s dirty sound fills the room as well as his cock swelling inside Castiel. He feels the turbulent sensation in Dean’s stomach and pulls up a little as Dean’s come shoot inside his mouth. Dean cries to the last spurt as Castiel sucks him through his orgasm.

He pulls out with smacking sound of his lips, eyes glowing with Dean still writhing under him. He holds the hunter’s softening shaft and stroke him again.

“Unggg…”

“Dean. Say my name.”

“Cas…!” the hunter complies tearfully.

Dean won’t stop calling his name after that. Not when he flips him to his stomach and licks his hole, not even with three fingers inside Dean, he doesn’t. It takes a while before Dean’s pliant body is ready for him. Castiel raises Dean’s hips from the bed and sets a pillow under his torso. Dean breathes heavily on the bed but did not say anything, probably in fear of Castiel leaving him in the middle.

“Don’t worry, Dean…” Castiel says, letting Dean feel the head of his cock, sliding between his cheeks, rightfully filling Dean with lube. “I got you… just… just keep calling my name. Please, Dean.”

He can feel his heart pounding in his chest. Dean makes a small sound but Castiel did not wait. He presses himself inside Dean, watches the muscle around Dean’s hole contract as he slowly slices him in half. The feel of Dean’s tight ring makes Castiel groans until he is sliding deeper and bottoming in.

Fuck.

“Oh, fuck! Cas!” Dean’s breathe catches.

Castiel doesn’t let him think. Closing his eyes, his thrust become wild. Dean cries his name when the jolting of their bodies becomes too intense and Castiel is wrapping his body around Dean’s back, a hand taking hold of Dean’s cock because that’s how the hunter wants it.

He fucks Dean for an hour and more—doesn’t even care if he heard Sam knocking on the door. He covers Dean’s mouth until Sam walks away, most likely getting the point after he hears Dean’s moans when Castiel hits his prostate again and again.

“Good boy.” Castiel whispers, pounding Dean, spooning the hunter with his cock deep in Dean. He drags the fucking to torturous slow, then catches pace again, breaking Dean’s moans and cries of pleasure. And all that while, Dean can only call him.

Castiel did not stop—not until the fifth hour where he has Dean on his lap resting. Keeping Dean so close seems to be the only way to make sure the curse passes without any glitch. That Dean is still with him. Sam did not bother him anymore. Castiel hopes he’s got Jack distracted not from all the noise Dean has made in the last five hours.

The hour strikes.

Dean lifts his chin from Castiel’s shoulder looking worn out and confused. Castiel quickly sits up straight but the hunter did not make any attempt to climb down his lap. He just stares hard at the angel, eyes large and disbelieving.

“Dean—?”

“Cas?” The hunter rubs his eyes. “Hey, babe…”

Castiel’s eyes fill with tears.

“Cas? Cas, what’s wrong?” concern fills Dean’s face. It was over.

The angel shakes his head and wipes his eyes. He’s just glad. “How are you, Dean?”

“You’re asking me that now? Why are you crying?” Dean gets on his elbow and pulls Castiel’s head to his chest, cradling him lovingly. “Cas, babe, talk to me.”

Castiel sniffs. “I… I made a terrible mistake.”

“Huh?”

“I… I fell under a curse. Curse of jealousy, Dean.”

Dean’s face relaxes as he wipes the tears from his angel’s cheeks resting on his naked lap. “Are you kidding? I feel jealous when it comes to you all the time—if you call that curse then lemme tell you again—I’d rather have you, cursed or not!”

Castiel takes a moment to take that in, and then slides his arms on Dean’s waist.

“Me too, Dean… I love you so much…”

“Me too, babe I—no wait— fuck! I just remembered that fucking nightmare!”

“What—” Castiel stares up but Dean just grabs him closer and snuggles on his neck. “I thought I lost you! You weren’t there in that dream!”

“Dean?”

“It was so dark and I couldn’t find you… but I knew you were there, I could hear you calling my name… you made me want to call you…”

 “Dean…” Castiel’s eyes water, settling his hand across the hunter’s body, “I’m sorry.” Castiel cries and Dean holds him close. Confused and a little afraid, Dean pulls from him looking scandalized at the tears streaming down the angelic face.

“Cas—d-don’t cry! What happened?”

Castiel controls his emotions and explains about the candle, the curse and the Shaman who is about to die by tomorrow. Dean looks aghast after the story, his hands clutching tight on Castiel’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Dean—" Castiel looks devastated. He keeps pulling Dean closer, keeps putting his head against his boyfriend’s chest afraid of Dean’s answer.

Dean pats his head gently.

“Don’t be an idiot. So, you ravished me. Ain’t that our deal?” Dean tells him. He cups Castiel’s face so they look deep in each other. “Well, fuck. I get fucked by my boyfriend and I loved every second of it.”

“Dean…”

“Cause if not, and this body rots waiting for you? I think I’d really go mad.”

Dean pulls the angel in a hot searing kiss with their tongues meeting. Castiel moans in the kiss and let Dean lead, gently putting arms around him and pulling him down so the hunter is on top of him.

Dean pulls back as he perches on the angel’s chest, his eyes twinkling.

“Can I top?” he asks, tone of excitement unbidden.

Castiel blinks. “But aren’t you tired? We just—”

A finger pressing on his lips stops him from talking. Dean’s face is red and he’s looking around Cas body with hunger.

“Cas, with you babe on the meal, I’d never required sleep ever again.”

***

“I hope you understand your dead the next time I see you.”

Castiel rumbles on the phone that evening. Dean is tucked tightly on his right arm, cuddled beside him so closely while he sleeps peacefully. The only time that day when Castiel can relax with the curse finally lifted. He was staring on Dean’s face quietly, remembering all the expressions when his phone rings and an unregistered number of flashes. The angel knew at once who it was.

“What can I say? It is sweet revenge—”

“You’re dead.”

“Come now, Castiel—”

“I have. Many times, inside Dean.”

There’s silence on the other line.

“I shall try to remember this then, your weakness is quite spot on.”

“If you mean Dean is my weakness, then yes.” Castiel looks away, teeth grinding, “but he’s not weak. Dean is stronger than I will ever be, but if you hurt him again—”

The phone gets snatched from his hand. Castiel turns to see Dean sitting up with a dark look on his face.

“Listen up, asshole. Call Cas again and I’m gonna be after you for the rest of your life. If you’re the maniac intent on death—fuck you—I will get you. And this is not even what you did to me. Show yourself here and I’ll show you the meaning of evil spirit.”

He doesn’t wait for the answer. Dean hangs up and threw the phone away.

“Stop talking to the guy!” Dean scowls downcast at the angel who’s staring at him quietly.

“Are you okay now?”

Dean rolls his eyes. He pulls next to Cas and drops his head on the angel’s shoulder.

“Are you?” he asks, wrapping strong arms around Castiel’s torso and heaving a deep sigh. Castiel copies him and buries his nose on the hunter’s hair feeling mildly content now that Dean is beside him and awake.

“I’m fine now. You’re in love with me again.” He whispers before cuddling Dean with both arms now clawing around him. Dean chuckles, tilting his head up so he and Cas can look at each other.

“Told you the only times I won’t love you is when I’m dead or—”

Castiel embraces Dean closely, their cheeks pressing warmly together.

“It’s okay. I just want you to love me now.”

Dean falls silent for a while before he crawls up on top of Castiel and begins kissing him gently. The angel lets him, a contented sigh slipping from his lips.

“I’m not just in love with you, Cas. I’m also a sucker for you, babe, also very much crushing on you now and horny.” Dean whispers when he gets around Castiel’s ears and begins licking inside. Castiel sighs. “If this aint my kind of love, I don’t know what else to call the urge to tie you up and just make you mine forever. Okay? So, cheer up.”

He pulls back, arms stretching from where he keeps both his hands on Castiel’s nape.

“Stop crying. I don’t want to see you crying just for fucking me. In fact—let’s keep the fuck and forget that asshole. Bleh… just imagining you thought that I—”

“It wasn’t the nicest thought I ever had.”

“Well, he’s not touching this hole any time soon.”

“I’ll soon be out of words to describe how dead he is when I see him.”

Dean finally nods and they cuddle for a few moments. Until Castiel flushes when Dean grinds his ass straight on his soft cock with a sly grin on his face. The man is just so happy to tease him after learning of Castiel’s tendency to get jealous. Dean watches intently, his tongue licking the topside of his lips.

He grinds harder, smirking. “So… did you just let me top?”

“I did but it’s a one time offer.” Castiel smiles holding Dean’s waist.

“Change your mind, I’ll never ask a hall pass ever again.”

“Dean, I am not that possessive.” Castiel narrows his eyes.

Dean smiles at him meaningfully. He smiles back and they snuggle closely again.

Castiel understands that this was not even a condition but an offer. He wonders before why humans are prone to jealousy. He understands now. It roots from loving. This is also where other evil stems from. Where all the curses gather around.

In time. He thinks. He’ll make up for that mistake—of being too human—maybe when he faces his own time but right now, Dean Winchester is here who says he’s still gonna take him, cursed or not.

[atzgiggle]

Spin the bottle

A/N So.. this is my first tickle fic! Please let me know if you like it, and if you have feedback, I’m happy to hear that as well!

Lee!Taehyung / Ler!BTS

Ship: Taehyung x BTS

Word count: 1.684

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It was another boring evening for the 7 boys of BTS. All of them were hanging out in the oldest's hotel room. Some were on their phone, some drawing, some were watching some Korean drama. None of them payed attention to the others, until a voice was heard through the room.

"I'm bored!" whined Jimin.

"Why don't you think of something to do then? We're all bored, Min," Yoongi said, throwing his phone on the bed next to him. They were all sick of spending their nights at boring hotel rooms. Don't take it the wrong way though, they loved being on tour. Seeing their precious fans, getting to perform their songs and dances on stage, it was all amazing. Although, there were negative things about touring as well. The exhaustion, the homesickness, and the thing they were experiencing now; jet lag. It was about 3 am, and none of them were able to sleep.

Jimin brainstormed. What was there to do in a hotel at 3 am? "We could play a game?" he suggested. The boy had an idea, but he wasn't sure if the others would like it, and he felt a little shy bringing it up.

"What kind of game?" Jungkook asked with interest. Jimin's cheek turned pink. "Spin the bottle?"

All heads were now turned Jimin's way. "S-spin the bottle?" Seokjin asked with a stutter. "If you think I'm going to kiss any of you, you thought wrong," Yoongi said quickly.

"No, no! Not with kissing! But.. we could change the rules a little bit?"

Jimin's mind went back to a few days ago, when each of them found out a little weakness regarding one of the maknaes. Apparentely, Taehyung was incredibly ticklish. Jimin and Jungkook didn't have a choice but to wreck him right then and there. And he would just love to see their precious little tiger giggling and squirming like that again.

"What are you suggesting, then?" asked Namjoon. Jimin made eye contact with Jungkook, who had a suspicion he knew what Jimin was talking about. His cheeks turned pink as well. Taehyung was sitting at a desk, drawing, but paying very close attention to the conversation between the other members. "We could.. tickle whoever the bottle points at."

A new kind of energy entered the room. One that they've felt many times before.

"Not a bad idea. I'd love to see any of you being wrecked," Namjoon said. His voice had a different tone. A mischievous one, a dominant one. Every boy in the room thought it was hot.

"What if the bottle lands on you, Joonie?" Seokjin asked, with a teasing voice.

"I'm not ticklish, Jinnie."

"Yeah right."

The boys continued bickering, all trying to tease each other. They all liked the idea of having someone underneath them, exposed for them to scratch and wiggle their fingers onto. Well, except for one of them.

Taehyung continued drawing, his head low, his cheeks red. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened days ago between the members of the maknae line. He remembered how his hands were pinned above his head by the cute but strong maknae, and how his hyung's small fingers made him cry with laughter and beg for the two to stop. They truly had no mercy for the ticklish tiger, scribbling their fingers all over his armpits, ribs, sides, thighs, feet, and eventually his tummy. The thing that freaked Taehyung out the most is how much he had enjoyed it. He felt so helpless underneath his two friends, and he loved it. Just imagining that scene repeating itself, but with six pairs of hands instead of two, was enough to make him a shy and blushing mess. He could feel Jimin's and Jungkook's evil smirks at him.

"Taehyung, are you gonna join?"

Taehyung looked up with wide eyes, and he noticed the others had already created a circle, an empty bottle of water laying in the middle.

"I- uhm, okay.." he stuttered. "You don't have to join if you're uncomfortable, Taetae," Hoseok said sweetly. "N-no, it's okay hyung, I wanna join," Taehyung said, and with that he stood up and sat inbetween Namjoon and Jungkook. Everyone secretly adored his stutters and blush.

"Alright! Who's gonna spin?" Jimin asked. After some discussing they decided Namjoon should spin. Taehyung breathed a shaky breath. Why was he so nervous? He secretely hoped the bottle would point at him. He could already imagine the feeling of the 6 pair of hands all over his body. Jungkook's strong figure holding him down, using one hand to tickle his body. The feeling of Jiminie's small fingers scribbling over his tummy and teasing his bellybutton. Namjoon's big hands-

"Taehyung!"

The boy was brought back to reality as several members called out his name. Everyone was looking at him, and he looked around confusedly. Until, he noticed the bottle. It was pointed at him. He gasped softly, the blush on his cheeks burning. He noticed the fellow maknaes' smirks. Oh gosh.

"Aw, he's blushing!" Hoseok called out.

"Alright Taehyung! You know the rules! We'll get to tickle you for... how long?" Namjoon said.

"15 minutes!" Taehyung's eyes widened.

"Right, 15 minutes!" Namjoon continued. "But-" Before Taehyung could continue his sentence, Namjoon and Jungkook both grabbed one arm, pinning him down to the hotel room's carpet. "No buts!" Jungkook said, before moving to place his knees on Taehyung's hands, pinning them down above his head. His entire upper body was know exposed for the members to tickle, great. Taehyung quickly tried bringing his knees up to his chest, but Jimin pushed them to the ground, climbing over Taehyung to sit on his crotch area. "Jungkook, you tickle his neck! Namjoon and Hoseok, go for his armpits and sides. Seokjin, tickle his thighs and Yoongi, his feet," Jimin said. Taehyung's eyes widened as he realized /all/ of those spots were going to be tickled at the same time, for /15 minutes long/.

He loved it.

"J-Jimin!" Taehyung stuttered. Jimin said nothing in response. All the members went into their positions. Yoongi sitting against the bed, smirking mischievously as he eyes Taehyung's feet. Seokjin sitting on his legs, with his thighs and knees exposed. Jimin's hands ghosting above his tummy. Namjoon and Hoseok sitting at either sides of him, ready to attack his sides and armpits. And Jungkook, with his knees pinning Taehyung's hands down above his head and his hands ready to tease his neck.

From there on, everything happened really quickly. Namjoon counted to three, and started the 15-minute timer. Immediately, all 12 hands attacked Taehyung with soft tickles that made the boy giggle. Yoongi's fingers ghosted all over Taehyung's sensitive soles, occasionally playing with his toes. His thighs were lightly massaged by the oldest hyung. Taehyung's worst spot, his tummy, was softly tickled by his best friend. His small fingers drew circles over the skin, and Jimin felt Taehyung's deep giggles bubbly inside his tummy. Hoseok and Namjoon didn't do much yet, just observating how the different kinds of touches affected the younger. And Jungkook, he was the worst. He was leaning in, softly blowing in Taehyung's ears and whispering teases. "We know how ticklish you are, little tiger~" he whispered. Taehyung whined, and then blushed as he realized the sounds coming from his mouth. Some members cooed at him. Jungkook's fingers were slightly teasing the older's neck, tickling oh so softly. Giggles couldn't stop escaping the tiger's mouth. This went on for a few mintes, until Jimin decided to increase the speed a little bit and Namjoon and Hoseok joined the tickles. Jimin's fingers were now softly tickling Taehyung's bellybutton, and Taehyung started giggling a little more.

"Oh! Looks like his little bellybutton is ticklish as well, how adorable!" Hoseok said, scribbling his fingers over Taehyung's side. The members laughed. "Such a ticklish little tiger, I can't wait to make you cry with laughter!" Jimin cooed. Taehyung's blush spread, the teases and petnames were driving him insane, along with the tickling. "P-pleahehehese.." he giggled. "Please what? Please tickle you more? Whatever you want, Taetae!" Seokjin said, laughing, as his tickles increased as well. Taehyung was now laughing, arching his back slightly as Yoongi's and Jungkook's tickles sped up as well.

The members continued teasing the boy, and Taehyung's cheeks hurt from smiling. The smile wasn't forced one bit, though. His smile was genuine. He really did love the tickles his fellow members were giving him.

"He's totally enjoying it, aren't you, tiger?" Namjoon asked as he scratched his fingers over the boy's armpit. Taehyung was laughing too much to answer, but he shook his head. "Aw, admit it Taehyung. You're not even fighting back," Yoongi said. Taehyung blushed more, his nose now also turning red. That was enough to confirm to the members that what Namjoon said was right. They all found it adorable.

After some long tickles, the timer finally went off. The tickles stopped, but Taehyung couldn't stop giggling, as if he felt the fingers still ghosting over his skin. Jimin, Seokjin and Jungkook let the boy go, and he sat up. Jungkook giggled with him, and quickly pulled him into a hug. He let Taehyung giggle it out in his chest, and the others watched fondly. They waited until Taehyung was done giggling, Namjoon was the first one to speak. "So, /do/ you like being tickled, Taehyung?"

The boy turned around, wiggling out of Jungkook's hold but still staying close to him. The blush was still present on his cheeks. He nodded softly. Hoseok laughed and patted Taehyung's back. "Aw, Taehyungie! Why're you blushing? There's nothing to be embarrassed about!" Everyone nodded in agreement, smiling fondly at the boy. "I guess we'll have to do it more often, huh?" Seokjin said, poking Taehyung's side playfully. He nodded with a smile. "Thank you guys.." he said softly. They all cooed and gave Taehyung a big hug.

"Anyone else who wants to admit they like tickles?" Namjoon asked.

Jungkook and Yoongi raised their hands with a slight blush. Let's just say, the boys weren't quite done tickling that night.

[oumiyuki]

If you could spend an entire day with Honoka, what would you do?

Just stare at her

(* >ωᴗ

If say, I just woke up and she’s at my door and we got an entire day together. We would first have a good hearty breakfast! Freshly baked bread and delicious strawberry jam to spread across them and we chow down on them while we smile and a little chatter. Honoka gushing about the bread and me gushing about the sweetness and blushy lil’ o’ me as I say “it’s extra sweeter cos I’m eating it...with you.” ///w/// kya~ hehe~

(also there’s milkshake while we eat! or tea :3 because we are both tea people)

Then we’d go on to get a start-the-day-shower, and Honoka is so sweet and saying “how bout we get in the bath together?” but I’m ..!!!! (♡´艸`)（♥￫ｏ￩♥） “No..No...I..We...We couldn’t- *cough cough cough clears throat three times four*

“Okay!” Honoka chirps and gets in the shower first and then I do too. And I’m like, we smell the same, we smell the same now. Cos we used the same shampoo and body wash, and ahhh, Honoka!! (⺣◡⺣)♡*(⺣◡⺣)♡*(⺣◡⺣)♡*

Honoka then suggests going for some outside, fresh air. I’m a bit apprehensive in thought as I’m such an indoor girl. Honoka smiles patiently and says we don’t have to if I don’t wanna. That kinda flips my switch of not wanting to hold others back. So I quickly shake my head to say “no, no! we can go out! but where to?” 0o0`

Honoka beams and takes my hand. I’m surprised I haven’t faint yet. But internal Miyuki is doing that long gasp thingy people do when they are in awe but dying but loving every single moment of what’s happening kinda gasp XD

We leave the house and end up in the grocery store and I’m wondering why we’re here but also guessing, well, to buy food! Honoka nods with that angelic smile of hers. “Let’s get food we both like to cook~”

I smile my happy-fluttery-in love smile because I LOVE home-cooked food the most. And be it, me getting a chance to have Honoka’s cooking. Or me having a chance to cook for Honoka! Or woah, we’re cooking together! I’m so hyped and in high tension now! Honokaaaa~ I love you. Let’s cook!

Halfway through lunch of me stuffing my mouth full of food, which was a feat as I couldn’t quite stop my smile. So I’m smiling and eating, looking at Honoka every moment I can instead of looking at my food. I drop the rice or ingredients at times or poke my face with the spoon and Honoka’s laughs. I think my soul ascended a bit. hehe. Honoka~ (♡´౪`♡)

Oh right, halfway through lunch I jolt out of my intoxicated with love stupor with a gasp and my expression one of worry. Honoka has a concerned look on (which I found really cute too) and asked me if everything was alright. I take a few seconds as my mind raced, before I chuckled awkwardly, “Oh no...Just thinking that I haven’t gotten my login bonus for today and to play a bit of SIF...hehe...” Rubbing my arm a little awkwardly from the nerves and silliness of this realization.

Honoka smirks. Honoka smirks! Before she grins at me lovingly. “But I’m here already.” My head shot up and face morphed in an I know! I know that’s why I’m not rushing for my phone or anything. Don’t misunderstand-

“But I would like to see what your account looks like~ Filled with...me~? Just kidding. It’s totally okay for you to have a bunch of Kotori-chan cards or Nico-chan cards. They are both really cute school idols too!” Honoka actually looked like she’d be upset if I did have more of their cards in my SIF account.

I feel my heart squeezing and thumping that much faster at how much I love Honoka. How cute she is. How amazing she is. How Honoka she is~ ♡(ŐωŐ人)

I show her my account and she goes “Woah, that’s a lot of me!” And we both chuckle at what a funny thing it is to say. I comment shyly, “But my dream is to have all of Honoka- er, I mean all of your cards...so...I’ve still got ways to go...hehe.../////”  And she adds, “But now there’s me right here with you...so you could get all the other cards you don’t have yet in reality next time!”

Honoka stays quiet after that line. I stay quiet too. Then she bounces on the spot with a clap. “Let’s finish lunch and play something~” I nod in agreement and we continued eating our Honoka and Miyuki cooked meal together~

With the dishes washed, Honoka rocks on her heels back and forth as she asks what I might like to do together. I stared at her. We’ve spent an entire morning till afternoon together already and I still feel like I’m dreaming. I’ve living a dream! ۹(ÒہÓ)۶ “Movies and cuddles?” OH MY GOSH. WAIT, WHAT DID I JUST SUGGEST. HONOKA- WITH HONOKA- I MEAN. I JUST WANNA HANG OUT MORE, NOT ANYTHING ELSE. SHE HAS KOTORI-

(which I forgot to add that Honoka would comment about how cute Kotori is in SIF and she’d see my team name “HonoKoto” and she does that endearing smile at it. And my HonoKoto heart squeals with starry eyes that HonoKoto is real (● Ò □ Ó ) ♡ ♡ ♡ )

Honoka laughs. “That sounds like something we can do after dinner. But sure! You’re so cute~”

you’re a thousand, million times cuter, Honoka!! I scream in my mind but don’t verbalize it cos she took my breath away. (⺣◡⺣)♡*

We don’t cuddle. Of course, we don’t. XD But we sat beside each other on the couch as we put family cartoons on the big screen and some rom-com on too. We laughed, we felt our heartstrings being tugged for the characters on screen and at times a bit of tears too. And it’s just so fun to talk about our opinions on the movies after each one of them. :”))))))

Dinner time was closing in. And we already decided what we were gonna have! We just can’t say no to curry! (ᗒᗨᗕ) so we put that to boil and then on our plates and mmmmm~ it’s sooooooo good!

She had this fun idea of cutting the carrots and potatoes to look like alphabets somewhat so that when we get that on our plates, we can ask each other questions starting with the letter. And it’s a funget to know each other game as we eat. Which enhanced our chat too. Our dinner lasted long with laughs and “ooohs~” as we found out more about each other.

We got back on the couch after but instead of movies, we went to have fun on youtube and also look through my folder of Muse stuff. I was a bit embarrassed but Honoka got embarrassed too with how much Honoka content I have. ///w/// hehe~ Honoka~

We stayed up for as long as we can as I childishly and determinedly not want to sleep or let Honoka go to sleep as I didn’t want the day to end via sleep like that. It was a tough challenge as me being in bed equates to sleep within seconds or a minute. Honoka herself loves sleep. So we both tried to keep up the conversation or stares and funny faces and even going “First one to sleep is pink pig plushie (think SIF SR Honoka ;))” or “First one to sleep owes the other a drink/meal”. But well, we don’t really know who fell asleep first as we both closed our eyes, our bodies laid down on bed and sleep took us.(๑>ᴗ

Morning came. But it was still dark. Honoka was awake. I blinked up at her as she rolled out of bed and brightened the morning with a smile. “Get up, Miyuki-chan~ I’ve got something to show you~” I blinked grogily, still sleepy. “Honoka...5 more-” “No!” Honoka pulls me out of bed and before I know it, I’ve brushed my teeth, put on a bit more clothes and we’re somewhere outside.

I’m more awake when Honoka says “This will be another one of our memories together.”

I look at her and then a flicker started from across the horizon, far out at the sea. Yup, she brought me to a park, to watch the sunrise. “Honoka...” My sun...

Honoka smiles as she watches the sunrise. I watched her and the sunrise. “Th-Thank you...This is beautiful...A beautiful, unforgettable memory.”

Honoka smiles bright, to me, it’s brighter than the gorgeous sunrise we just experienced. And that says a lot. (๑>ᴗ

Honoka stands and I follow. She looks a little more solemn now. “Honoka..?”

“I guess this is it.”

“Oh.” I lowered my head, staring at our feets. Honoka was wearing my slipper. “I guess...”

Honoka puts a hand on my head, a soft pat. “I hope it was a fun day for you.”

I nod vigorously, my hair being a ruffled by her hand still on my head. “It was so fun! I...I wish it didn’t have to end!”

Honoka grins from ear to ear and she whispers. “Me too.”

I looked, stared and really didn’t want to have to look away from Honoka. Ever. “...Bye bye...”

Honoka chuckes softly and takes my hand in hers like she did when we were going grocery shopping. “First, I escort you home.”

“Thank you...” I tend to never say no to escorts since I get lost easily. I should have pointed out that I wanna see her off. But well, she walked me home and we waved goodbye. I got a hug. A huge hug. A bear hug. A hug that lasted so long but just not enough.

“Goodbye, Miyuki-chan!” Honoka graces me with that huge smile that steals my heart every single time before she ran off, leaving me waving and staring in the distance.

...

What a day.

Wait. Honoka said ‘next time’! When looking at my SIF account??

Does that mean..?

She might come over for an entire day again?!

I couldn’t quite think of anything else for the rest of the day but Honoka. 

~~~~~~~~

(´∀`) Like...woah. （・ｗ・）1738 words what? (* >ω

I took a really long time to answer this Ask, but I guess you can understand why? XD I was procrastinating as I rolled in a thousand and one ideas of what I could possibly do in a day with Honoka. BUT. I guess the way about it was really to just sit and let the thoughts spill out of my head with fingers moving to type out each and every thought. An honest one, where I don’t go “but that” , “but I wanna do this” (* >ω

My sincerest and greatest thanks to you Shin-san for the Ask! It really made me think and gosh, an entire day with Honoka is such a blessing. hehe~ (*≧∀≦*)(*≧∀≦*)(*≧∀≦*)

[bloodpacks-archive]

in love

Word Count: 2.6k oof

Summary: It’s the beginnings of their love story, with the little moments that matter.

Warnings: none this is 2.6k of FLUFF

Note: im BACK with another fic based off of a taylor swift song. This one is you are in love!! also i think this is like, some of my best writing if I’m honest, so I really hope you enjoy it!

It’s a Friday night that he hadn’t expected to turn out this well. She’s walking next to him, her coat pulled tight around her to keep out the crisp autumn air. Her hands are stuffed in her pockets, but she’s got this gorgeous smile on her face, and he tries to ignore the fact that he certainly looks the same. His cheeks hurt from how much he’s been laughing, and he doesn’t even mind the cold.

He’s been friends with her for what seems like forever, watching her give him polite, pretty smiles, and gracing him with gorgeous fits of laughter. In all reality, he hadn’t ever expected to go out with her, to have her say yes to him of all people. He should’ve known that once she did, it would’ve been just like this. Out in the freezing cold, but warm with laughter.

“Hey, there’s a coffee place over there, wanna go get something?” She asks, and he really likes the way her voice sounds. He wonders how she can make the most mundane of sentences seem like a proposition for an adventure. It’s been much too long since he’s had a first date go like this, and he feels helpless around her. He looks over to where she’s pointing, and sees a tiny shop, only lit up by the lights inside and the small neon “open” sign that’s sitting just outside. Tom nods, and she grabs his arm, pulling him over to the warmth of the coffee shop.

They step inside, gladly enveloped by the smell of coffee. She stands next to him, looking up at the menu, and there’s this little smile that still remains on her face. It’s just barely there, but it’s enough to give her this happy look that makes him want to wrap his arms around her.

“What do you want?” She looks over at him, and her eyes are bright.

“I’ll just get a cappuccino or something. Tell me your order and you can get us a place to sit?” He asks, and she gives him a roll of her eyes. His heart stops for a moment before he hears the laugh cross her lips.

“You’re just gonna try to pay for everything!” She says, and she’s joking, but that was his plan. “You paid for dinner, let me get these two coffees, okay?”

Tom’s hesitant, giving her a look before she raises her eyebrows at him and tilts her head at him. He laughs and shakes his head before heading over to the booths.

When she returns with her tea and his coffee, there’s an immediate sense of brightness that surrounds the two of them. He finds that he enjoys it much more than he may have originally anticipated.

When they leave, he’s much warmer than he was before, and the air seems only colder. But, she’s a bit closer than before. Their arms are brushing as they walk, and every time they do his heart skips a beat. He looks up, and the sky’s gone dark, and he can’t see the stars because of New York City’s own lights, but he doesn’t mind much. After all, he’s got the girl with the brightest smile he’s ever seen walking right next to him.

He walks her back to her apartment building, and they stand in front of each other as they stand before her door. Both of her hands are reaching up to play with one of the buttons on his coat, and he knows he has this look on his face that says everything that he’s thinking at that moment. He knows that it shows how much he wants to kiss her, even if she can’t read it.

She’s the one that finally pulls him in, giving him a quick kiss before turning back and opening her door. She waves at him, and then she disappears behind it. He still has the feeling of her lips on his.

—————

It’s only a few months later when he wakes up to the feeling of her head on his chest. Sunlight drips in through the blinds, painting her face in golden light. Her hair’s all tangled, and he’s sure that his is just as much of a mess, but he’s beyond glad to be here to see her like this. He reaches a hand up, pushing a piece of hair out of her face. She just barely leans into his touch, even in her sleep, and it makes his heart beat just a bit faster. Her eyes flutter open a bit, and then he’s met with her gorgeous eyes, the sunlight hitting them in the sweetest of ways, making her squint.

“Morning,” He says, his voice rough with sleep. She moves closer to him, burying her face in his neck and groaning.

“It’s too bright,” She replies. He laughs, and she finds a way to move even closer to him, her arms wrapping around him.

“You’re the one who was supposed to shut the blinds last night.” Tom’s now playing with her hair, curling strands around his fingers before letting them fall back into place.

“Shut up.” Her voice is muffled, tickling his neck. They fall back into silence, Tom still playing with her hair while her breath evens out again, curled into him as tightly as she could possibly be.

“We should get up and make breakfast, don’t you think?” Tom whispers, gently rubbing her shoulder to wake her up a bit more. She hums, loosening her grip on him to turn onto her back.

“The bed’s warm though,” She replies. Tom laughs again, turning so that he can press a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’ll make you tea if you get up.” Her eyes look over to him at that, and a smile finds its way onto his face. “Come on,” Tom says, sitting up. She gives him a look, so Tom grabs her hand and pulls her up with him.

It’s after they both brush their teeth that they find their way into the kitchen. She pops some bread into the toaster, and Tom starts on making them tea. He’s sorting through the tea bags when she comes up behind him, her arms wrapping around his waist and her chin resting delicately on his shoulder.

“What type of tea are you thinking?” She asks him, her voice soft and sweet. She presses her lips to his jaw for just a moment, and for a second, he forgets that he’s supposed to be looking at tea.

“English Breakfast, of course,” He answers. He turns around in her arms, placing his hands on her waist. She hums in agreement, and then she leans in to press a kiss to his lips, and he can’t help the smile that crosses his face. There’s a certain set of words that come to mind in that moment, and they catch him off guard for a second. He pushes them to the side, and instead turns back around take the now-whistling kettle off the stove.

That morning, she had accidentally burnt their toast. He had laughed about it, saying that he liked it that way anyway as she cut up an avocado. He tries not to think about how perfect everything is in their little sliver of bliss.

—————

He comes home that night to her sitting on his couch. Her laptop rests on her legs, the screen lighting up her face as she writes onto endless pages. A blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, and a newly made cup of tea sits on a coaster in front of her.

Her head turns at the sound of the door opening, her face lighting up a bit when she sees him home. He walks over to the couch, sitting down next to her and laying his head on her shoulder. His hand finds hers, and he brings it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand before he sets it back down.

“How’s writing going today?” He asks. She lets out a sigh, tapping her fingers against the keyboard without typing a word.

“Not well.”

“You know what might help?” Tom turns his head so he can look her in the eye, and from just a second’s glance he can tell that she’s barely able to keep her eyes open.

“I don’t want to go to bed without writing another paragraph,” She says.

“Then why don’t you take a quick break?”

“What if I fall asleep and then I don’t finish that-“

“I won’t let you fall asleep quite yet, how does that sound?” Tom’s got this look in his eyes, where he’s coming up with something and she’s entirely happy to follow his lead. So Tom stands up, setting her laptop on the coffee table, and he offers a hand to her. She laughs at him, shaking her head a bit.

“We don’t even have any music, Tom.”

“We don’t need any.”

She gets this smile on her face, the prettiest one he’s ever seen, and shrugs the blanket off of her shoulders as she grabs his hand. Tom pulls her up, and slowly, he starts to twirl her around.

They dance in a circle around their living room, moonlight seeping in through curtains to reflect on the necklace that hangs off of her neck, and that same moonlight gives her a heavenly glow, one that he hopes he can remember for forever. Their quiet laughter, the hum of the apartment, and the soft sounds of traffic outside act as their music, and although it’s choppy, they manage to find a rhythm to it.

He looks over her, and notices the shirt that hangs just a bit too big on her, and he laughs.

“What?” She asks, her eyebrows furrowing and her head tilting a bit to the side.

“Is that my shirt?” Tom gets this smile on his face, a bit crooked, and a bit teasing, and he tries to ignore the way that she turns her head downward just a bit at his question.

“Yeah, is that okay?”

“It’s more than okay.” Tom let’s the smile take over his face when she looks back up at him, a cute smile on her face and her eyes bright.

Those words pop into his head again, and he almost finds himself saying them. But then her eyes start to fall shut, her head leaning so it can rest on his shoulder, and he just takes in everything.

“Do you still wanna finish that paragraph?” He asks. She shakes her head, falling a bit more into him. He lets a soft laugh fall past his lips, and he leads her back into his room, which, if he’s honest, has turned a bit into their room.

They both sit down on the bed, her head leaning on his shoulder.

“I’m tired now,” She whispers.

“Really? I had absolutely no idea,” He teases. She lightly hits the side of his arm, and he laughs just a bit. In that moment, those words are all that he can think of. When she turns to get up to brush her teeth, all he can think of is saying them. Saying that she’s- she’s all he wants.

When they’re laying in bed, his arms wrapped around her and her head laying on his chest, he thinks about it again.

“You know you’re my best friend, right?” Tom asks. She hums, rubbing soft circles onto the palm of his hand.

“Don’t tell Harrison that,” She replies. Tom breathes out a laugh, shaking his head a bit. I love you, he thinks.

“He might kill me if he ever finds out.” She looks up at him after he says that, and she gets this look on her face, one that he can’t quite place. I love you.

“Wanna know what I was trying to write today?” She asks. Tom looks down at her, gets this look on his face, because of course he wants to know. He would listen to every bit of her stories for every moment of his day if he could.

“What?” She lays her head back on his chest, continues to trace those patterns onto his palm as she speaks.

“I was writing the part with the love story,” She starts. Tom plays with her fingers, interrupting her pattern, and she gives him a look. He smiles at her before allowing her to continue rubbing those little circles into his palm.

“What about the love story part?”

“Well, it was hard to write, I guess.” She looks up at him again, and then she looks to their hands. “Do you know what it feels like to be so in love with someone that everything they do is like the greatest thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve had something like that,” Tom replies. Only with you is what he thinks. She smiles at him, and she gets this look on her face again.

“I guess it’s a bit difficult to write something like that. To write about someone being so in love that it’s almost sickening. But these two characters, they’d do anything for each other. I mean, she’s in love with him, and him with her.” Tom thinks for a moment, and then he just hums  a response. He knows what it’s like to be that character, thinking the I love you moment over and over in his head.

Suddenly, it’s that I love you moment that’s taking over him.

“Sorry, I’m rambling, aren’t I?” She says.

“It’s okay, I like the sound of your voice.” I love you.

“There’s no way that you find all of this interesting.”

“You know I kind of act out these kinds of characters for a living, right?” I love you.

“Oh shut up, you’re too fancy for me.”

“That’s absolutely impossible. You’re the fancy writer.” I’m in love with you.

“Not being published yet? Oh yeah, that’s real fancy.”

“I’ve read bits of your book. Trust me, it’ll get published.” I am so in love with you.

“I’ll let you read all of it when it’s done.”

“How gracious of you,” Tom teases her, laughing when she narrows her eyes at him. I cannot believe how much I love you.

A silence finally settles between them, and she’s moved her patterns to his chest. He can’t tell what she’s tracing, but it’s a shape of some kind, over and over again. Everything within him is screaming to tell her. He feels like it’ll spill at any moment and he’s not even sure when else would be a better time.

“Wanna know something?” He asks. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and I love you.

“Of course I do,” She replies, still tracing that shape onto his chest. I am so fucking in love with you.

“I’m in love with you.” His heart stutters the moment he says it, and she looks up at him, her chin now propped on his chest to get a better look at his face. It takes her a moment, but then her face lights up in a big, bright smile.

“Wanna know something about me?” She asks. Tom can’t help the laugh that passes his lips.

“Of course I do.” I’m beyond in love with you.

“I’m in love with you too,” She whispers, and then she leans up, pressing her lips to his. The smile that takes over Tom’s face is one that she won’t ever forget.

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Come What May (Part Two)

Warning(s): angst (Italics and Bold - Flashbacks)

Author's Note: I'm very surprised how well part one did in so little time, so here's part two!

He sees a smile spread across your face, the smile he knows so well. He can't seem to take his eyes off of you. He feels like time has stopped and his heart went with it, no longer beating. "Nice to meet you Billy" You get up and walk toward the frightened boy, hand extended. He looks at it and then back at you. "I-I gotta go" and with that he immediately walks off, almost at a running speed.

"Don't worry about it babe, he's not one for handshakes" Charles attempts at a joke but, something felt off. He seemed very odd and that worried you.

"I'll be back guys, Billy!" You called after the boy, running. He was surprisingly fast considering those tight jeans he had on. "Billy wait!" You continued to call but he wouldn't give you so much as a glance. You could yourself begin to slow.

It pained him to hear you call after him, you didn't even know him. But you were just that kind hearted, it was good to see that that hadn't changed at least, but he couldn't face you.

"Billy, please" your voice was soft but it was loud enough for him to hear and with that, he stopped dead in his tracks. You took advantage and walked towards him. He had no choice to stop when he heard you say please like that, that was another thing that hadn't changed. You always said "Billy, please" when he did something you didn't approve of...like drinking for example.

Slowly he turned to face you, and the first thing you do is look at him and into his eyes. He wished you would just stop, you were his deceased girlfriend, only from the past. You had to be about 17 now, same age as himself. You were still in high school for God's sake! It hurt him to know 7 years later you'd be gone. Heading to your last year of college after putting so much work in. He could feel tears threatening to leave his eyes as he looked into yours. The eyes he fell in love with. You could feel a pain in your chest at the tears forming in his eyes. Instinctively you wrap your arms around him, he very noticably tenses. You run your hand up and down his back, softly rubbing your thumb back and forth against it. He slowly starts to relax, hugging back slightly.

You part from the long haired teen and look up at him. "Are you okay?" You ask softly.

How was he to answer that? The woman he loves, who is dead, is standing right in front of him, not as her 25 year old self but as her 17 year old self, who on top of that, has a boyfriend!

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine, I just can't hang out with you guys, I'm sorry (Y/N)" you knew he wasn't okay but you didn't want to pry, so you simply nod softly. "It's okay Billy, I understand"

He nods in acknowledgment and a heavy and comfortable silence falls between the two. But soon he turns to walk away, and you couldn't help but have a pit fall in your heart at the sight of him walking away.

"Billy!" You call out, and he stops, not turning. "Can you meet me at the park later tonight?" You see his head go up and down and he proceeds to carry on.

You turn and head back to the boys but the only one still there is Simon.

"Where did the rest of the boys go Si?" He simply shrugs. "They mentioned having business to take care of, what it is, I have no clue" Charles never really left without you so, what he's doing must be really important. "oh alright, wanna take a walk?" He simply nodded, a smile rose onto your face. Simon was a boy of few words, you always admired that about him, but you always loved that he opened up to you more than the rest of the boys... You were pretty sure it was a racial thing to the boys. They'd be best friends with him and hang out with him more if he wasn't black, you and Simon both felt it but you accepted Simon for who he was, he was so smart and would help you study and you'd teach each other things you learned in classes one had but the other didn't. Simon was your confidant.

Billy walked around Hawkins for a bit until making his way back to his car, getting in the back and laying down. He was a wreck on the inside and now that we was in the car, he could finally be one on the outside. Tears immediately fell from his eyes, crying. Not a normal cry though...a certainly ugly one, that definitely isn't silent. He was torn inside, he just wanted to wake up from this fucked up dream and cry over you in his bed. Without seeing you again and without seeing you with someone else. He couldn't take it. What the hell was he supposed to do here?! Stand around and watch you suck face with Charles the rich kid? He was upset to the point of feeling physical pain. His chest, his head, his whole body was in pain.

"Idk Simon, he just seems odd? Not odd, that sounds mean of me, he seems out of place?" You tried to elaborate, Billy just seemed like an odd ball, he wore a denim jacket with denim jeans that looked way tight than any jean you've seen. And to add on to that, you've never seen him before, he just popped up out of nowhere and is acting all strange.

"I mean we do live in a small town (Y/N) not everyone here is the latest and greatest with fashion-" Simon stops to chuckle.

"- who knows, where he's from that could be what's currently in. I just wonder where he's from though." You silently nod in agreement. "He seems really nice though, pained...but nice, I asked him to meet me at the park later" you smile softly at the thought of seeing him again.

"(Y/N)... I really don't think that's a good idea, what if Charles finds out, you know how he gets" he clears his throat to attempt to do his finest Charles impression "No hanging around guys unless I'm not there, I don't trust them" he put on the most rich boy voice he could and you couldn't help the giggle that escaped from you at that point. "I don't think it's the guys he doesn't trust, I feel like he just doesn't trust me" Simon stops at hearing this and turns to you, "What makes you say that?" Your gaze meets the cement ground and you start to fiddle with your hands, "He's always criticizing what I wear saying it's too 'provocative' and then asks me if I'm trying to 'seduce every guy I meet' but the reality of it is is that I'm only wearing a skirt that goes below my knees and a turtle neck... I'm not trying to seduce anyone Simon"

Simon sighs deeply at this, "I'm not quite sure how to help you with that" a sigh couldn't help but leave you too, "It's fine, I'm used to it by now let's just keep going." You say, continuing to walk, and hesitantly Simon follows.

--

After about an hour or so of walking, Simon had to head home and you realize it's about time to start heading to the park to meet Billy.

Billy spent a good 2 hours in the car, completely destroyed but when he finally looks out the window, he sees that it's night time, he has to meet you at the park! He wipes his eyes and looks into his review mirror, blood shot eyes looking back at him... it's a good thing it's dark outside.

He gets out of the car and quickly heads off for the park, hoping and praying he isn't too late.

When he gets there, you're no where insight. He really ruined his chance didn't he? To meet you and be with you one more time. He's fucked up more than once! He just can't seem to stop messing up. He's dragged out of his thoughts with a figure hopping onto his back, "Billyyy! You made it!" You were pretty sure you looked like a Cheshire cat with the huge smile that was on your face. A laugh escapes him and he puts you down. "H-Hey, I thought I missed you" he could feel his heart racing, no only from the huge scare you gave him but because of the possibility of losing you forever...again. "No silly, I would have waited for you all night if I needed to" you giggled. He took this time to take in your features, the way you smiled when you softly laughed and the crinkle of your nose. And the way you got those little wrinkles by your eyes when your face would softly scrunch, you really haven't changed much in 7 years.

"Billllyyyyyy" he's snapped out of his daydream, when you snap your fingers in front of his face and lean in slightly, on your tip toes, he had major height on you but you never had a problem with it. He wasn't sure if you did at this point in time or not. "Welcome back" another laugh leaves you and you start to walk, he just simply looks at your walking form. But not feeling his presence beside you, you turn and see him...unmoving "Well? Let's go silly! I wanna take you somewhere"

With a deep breath he closes his eyes momentarily and follows you.

--

"Onward Billy boy!" Your voice trying to imitate that of a ship captain, pointing in front of you as you clung to your boyfriend's back. He ran around with your laughing form on his back, he couldn't help but laugh along with you, ignoring all of the strange glares from bystanders, passing by the park. He catches you off guard by suddenly dropping to the ground, in a push up position, forcing you off of his back. "Hey!" You laugh, laying onto your back, next to Billy as he looks down at you.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He smiles softly, laying beside you and grabbing your hand, squeezing tightly. "Only because you tell me every single day" You take his hand and play with his fingers, fingers softly going over the cold metal rings that cover them, kissing his knuckles. "Watch yourself captain" he laughs. Turning your head to face him. "I love you, Hargrove" your eyes meet and you can practically feel yourself smiling like an idiot. "I love you, bean" you couldn't help but laugh at the nickname he gave you... You always said that no matter what you put on, you looked like a bean to piss him off but he caught on and starting calling you bean. There was no where else you wanted to be in that moment...and he felt the exact same way. You were the lucky one who managed to make some change to Billy's hard exterior attitude. But even if he didn't change...you wouldn't even care.

[crashy31]

Going Home Chapter 31

Finally an update!

Daniel walked into the bedroom where Happy and Juice were resting in. He could see the frustration written all over Happy’s face. He knew the role Happy played in the club and also knew that he was the most loyal to his club. He needed to bend his ear about all this. Needed to know he was doing the right thing.

“Juice, you think I can get a second with Hap?” he asked.

Juice nodded and smirked. “It’s about time for my sponge bath anyways.” he said as he hobbled out of the bedroom.

Happy shaking his head with his own smirk at his brother. He looked over to Daniel and noticed the look in his eyes. He braced himself for the worst. Feeling that sense of fear he hated. He didn’t know what that felt like until he admitted his feelings for Tasha and seeing her on the floor with a bullet in her belly. He shook those thoughts from his mind as he watched Daniel sit at the end of the bed. “What’s going on?” he asked, trying to make the words sounds as casual as possible.

Daniel sighed and looked away. “I’m trying to get my head right with all this shit. Trying to figure out my next move.” he explained. He looked over at Happy who still held his gaze on him. “I made a meet with Potter.”

Happy clenched his jaw as his body tensed. “What you thinking of doing?” he asked. “You know this shit ain’t over. Even if the put an end to Lowen and his little buddies, Hale is still out there somewhere and the tape of Tasha taking down those men. This shit is a shit storm that he started.”

Daniel nodded in agreement. “That’s why I’m going to meet him. Put an end to all this shit. If I tell him that I’ve been looking into the Sons, then I have a chance for him to back off. But if I do that, it opens a whole new link to you guys. And what’s to say he won’t back off. But if I go over his head, bring everything that we’ve put together to the agency then maybe I can get it to go away.”

“That’s a pretty big if.” Happy stated. “You play our hand right out the gate and he’s gonna one up us. The guy is calculated. He’s already dug into us before. He preys on our weaknesses. He proved all that with Juice.”

-

Tasha walked away from the two lifeless bodies laying on the floor, running a shaking hand through her hair, only to feel the dried blood that was now caked onto her skin. She had never done something like this before and she didn’t know whether to be happy, or scared. She was slowly slipping into the darkness that was swirling in her head. She looked over to Tig and Bobby and watched as they began to prep the bodies for disposal. Flashes of the actions she had just made running through her mind.

She was brought back to reality when Chibs came over to her with a bottle of water and some paper towels. “Here, love. Clean yourself up and go change.” he said as he handed everything over to her. “Take this bag and wrap your clothes in it. We’ll get rid of them when we get rid of the bodies.”

She nodded and took everything that he had offered her. She felt numb and the one person she needed was miles away stuck in a bed with a tube hanging out of his chest. Sighing heavily, she blinked away the tears and did what she needed to, pushing away the darkness. “Don’t break now.” she said to herself as she washed off the dried blood as best as she could with what she had.

“You hear from any of them?” he asked Juice for the twentieth time.

Juice rolled his eyes and looked over to Hap. “Not yet. But it saves me from you asking again, I’m gonna call Tig.” he said as he pulled out his phone, hitting the speed dial.

“What’s up, Juicy?”

Juice put the phone on speaker and looked to Happy. “Hap’s going a little crazy not knowing what’s going on. Driving me fucking insane.”

Tig chuckled at that, “It’s done. She did good. Showed them no mercy.”

Happy smirked and spoke up. “Where is she?” he asked.

There was shuffling and muffled voices over the line before they heard Tig knock on a door and Tasha’s voice coming through. “It’s Juice and Hap. You able to talk?”

Before they knew it Tasha was already on the line. “Hey baby, hi Juicy.”

Happy began to relax when he heard her voice. “You good?” he asked.

There was a pause and he heard her exhale, “I am now.”

-

Roosevelt stood in his office, going through the events that had transpired to bring him to this point. He thought about all the things he could have done differently. He should have left well alone, but that damn DA had him by the balls. This wasn't what he signed up for. The shit that had happened to Juan Carlos, now the Teller girl. This was all on him. He needed to make it right.

He sat down in his chair and pulled out the file he had accumulated over the last few years. Everything from the blackmailing of Ortiz, to the emails that had been sent from Potter, and everything in between. He reached for his phone and dialed the one person that could help him set everything straight.

It only took two rings for her to answer.

“Lieutenant, what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I think you and I should have a talk.”

“What's this regarding?” she asked.

Roosevelt closed his eyes, sighing heavily before explaining. “It’s Potter. He’s stirred up some shit with the MC again.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone before her voice broke through. “What the hell’s been going on down there. I just pulled up a police report of two men being gunned down at St. thomas.”

“That was ruled self defense. Juan Carlos was in an accident, Telford was visiting. Those two men who were killed were armed and had intentions of ending Ortiz’s life. They opened fire when they had no other choice.”

She sighed. “I’ll handle the Potter situation, I need you to get everything I need.”

“There’s more.” he said, hesitantly. “I was the one to put all this shit into motion.”

-

Tasha walked out of the abandoned building with Jax and Chibs behind her. “Where are you going?” Jax huffed, grabbing her arm.

“I’m going back to the safe house. I can’t be here right now.” she explained, her voice cracking a little.

Jax could see that his sister was about to crack. He knew that look and could see the fear that consumed her. She alway feared that the darkness she had shoved deep down inside of her would come out full force and judging by the way she had just handled Lowen and his number two, that it had. “You did what you had to.” he tried to ease her mind. “You protected this family and you did what you had to.

She shook her head. “No, Jackson. I could have just put a bullet into their skulls, but I tortured them. I made them beg for mercy.” she said, tears now flowing down her face. “And it felt good. What the hell does that even say about me?”

Jax looked her in the eye. She needed to hear a harsh truth. “What do you say to Happy when he says the same god damn thing to you?” he asked. “You and I both know he does what he does because he enjoys it. He enjoys making the people who threaten and harm his family pay. What do you say to him?”

“That he did what he had to and that he’s still a good man.” she said slowly.

Jax raised his eyebrows at her and grabbed her arms gently. “The same applies to you, Tasha. You are one of the strongest people I know and you take care of the people you love. You put an end to a threat. He hurt Happy and Juice, hell you even took a bullet because of him.” he said gently. “You did what you had to do. It doesn’t make you a monster.”

SHe nodded and pulled him in for a hug. “You know, you just sounded like dad.”

Jax smiled at that and held his sister tighter. “Least you didn’t say I sounded like Gemma.”

They both let out a laugh as he pulled back from the hug. With a smirk she nudged him. “We both know Gemma wasn’t one for heart to hearts.” Turning her attention to Chibs, she hugged him tight and pulled back. You keep an eye on him. I’m gonna head back to the house and check on my old man. He’s driving Sam crazy.”Jax snickered and shook his head as he watched her get into the cadillac and head out of the lot with a couple of Mayans following her.

-

“Hap, you gotta stay in bed!” Sam growled, trying to push him back onto the bed for the fifth time in ten minutes. Happy reluctantly sat back down on the bed. “Listen, if that tube comes out before it needs to, then your lungs are gonna fill up with blood and you’re gonna die. You wanna do that to her?” she asked, harshly.

Happy looked at her with a scowl. “I need to be there. She’s breaking.”

“And she’s gonna break even more if you die. I’ve known for a long time just how much she loves you. How worried she gets when you ghost her for weeks on end because of shit that you want to keep her away from Imagine what would happen if she didn’t have you anymore.” she chastised. “You didn’t see her almost break in that hospital, watching the rise and fall of your chest and jumping every time your monitors made any sort of noise.”

Happy sighed and hung his head. She would feel as devastated as he would if anything happened to her.

Just as he was about to open his mouth he heard the door open. His entire body tensed and reached for his gun that Tasha had thankfully stashed under his pillow for him. She knew it was the only way he would feel somewhat comfortable. He watched as Sam peeked her head out of the room and saw her body visibly relax. “Well look what the cat dragged in.” he heard Sam, followed by the sweet sound of Tasha’s laughter.

“How bad is he?” she asked with a slight lilt to her voice.

Sam huffed. “He’s a pain in my ass.”

His face scrunched up into a scowl looking at Sam. “Am not.”

Juice laughed as he looked over to his friend. “Dude, you drove me crazy.”

Happy threw a pillow at his head and smirked. “Shut up.”

Tasha smiled at the two. “Looks like these two are feeling a little better.” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She walked over to Juice and placed a kiss to his forehead before moving to Happy and kissing him softly.

Happy smiled into the kiss and pulled her onto the bed with him. She went willingly and snuggled into him carefully. “How’d it go?” he asked.

She sighed heavily. “Good I guess. They’re both dead.”

Happy knew she was heading into the dark place and hoped like hell he could talk her down. Kissing her head, he wrapped his arm around her tightly. “Listen, you need to keep reminding yourself that they were the ones who hurt you. They tried to kill you. They tried to kill us. This was an end to a threat.”

She nodded. “I know.” she admitted. “I just want all this shit to end. Where’s Daniel?”

Happy looked to Juice and then back to her. “He’s meeting with a friend. See what he can do to end the Potter threat.”

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two strangers learn to fall in love again | steve harrington

request: hey! i was wondering if i could request a college AU where you meet steve and become super close? bonus points if the reader is like half asleep and bumps into him the first time they see each other! the rest is up to however you wanna make it :)

word count: 3.6k

warning(s): none tbh

a/n: this was extremely fun to write so thank you to whoever requested this??? there’s not much else i can say since i don’t wanna spoil anything so... hope y’all enjoy!

You’re not sure what’s worse about the guy living underneath you: his horrible taste in music, or the fact that he plays it loud enough for the entire building to hear.

“Does the guy in Room 202 listen to anything other than Journey lately?” You ask, half-venting and half-expecting an actual response from your roommate, Lisa. The two of you are on your respective twin beds, pretending to study for finals until midnight strikes because that’s when the two of you vowed you’d call it a night and go to bed.

“Who?” Lisa mutters, although her eyes are still glued to the textbook in her lap.

“Room 202.” The term rolls off your tongue with such disdain that Lisa looks up at you in surprise.

You’ve never actually met him, but you’ve passed by his dorm here and there on your way to a few parties. Each time he was blaring the exact same contrived, top-forty-hits type garbage that you’ve recently come to know more and love less.

You didn’t mind it so much at the beginning of the year - back when Room 202 only rocked out on the weekends and you weren’t in the dorms very much to begin with. But now that it’s been happening nearly every night for the past month, he’s on your very last nerve.

“How do you know it’s not a girl?” Lisa wonders, amused by your exasperation.

“Because, what kind of self-respecting woman would hang Van Halen posters on the outside of her door?”

“Yeah, thank God he moved on from his hard rock phase.” Lisa closes her textbook and tosses it aside. It’s only 10:30, but you’re too distracted and angered by the sound of Steve Perry’s voice to call her out on it.

You fall into your pillow with an overly dramatic sigh, watching your breath ruffle the pages of your Biology notebook resting on the bed beside you. 

“My mother was right. I should’ve never signed up to live in a co-ed dorm.”

Lisa rolls her eyes. “Have you talked to the RA about it?”

“Four times,” you mutter.

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“What do you mean?”

She shrugs. “I just figure that if it pisses you off so much, you would have no problem knocking on his door and telling him to keep it down.”

Your fingers, which have been absently flipping through the pages of your Biology notes, come to a stop as you ponder over Lisa’s suggestion. She knows how much you dislike confrontation, but you would be doing the entire dorm a service by being the one to finally make Room 202 shut up once and for all. Perhaps it would be worth it.

“Winter break is in a week,” You say, justifying your nervousness more to yourself than Lisa. “What’s the point?”

“Winter break is only a month long. Once we come back in January, you’ll be back at square one.”

“True. And who knows what kind of shitty music will come out by then?” 

You sigh, slouching further into your bed as Room 202 makes the audible switch from Journey to Phil Collins. Better, but not great, you think.

“Still, I don’t think it’s the best idea,” you continue. “No reason to make any enemies around here, even if it’s with the jerk in Room 202.”

“Whatever. He can get away with it if he wants to,” Lisa says with another shrug. “I hear he’s pretty hot.”

You press your lips together, not from lack of agreement, but because you know that if you get too wrapped up in this conversation you’ll spend even less time studying for your Biology final than you already have. Although you’ve never met the guy, Lisa likes to insist that his rumored good looks make up for his terrible music taste.

You think it’ll take a little more than that. You want to get an actual apology out of him, you decide.

“Fine,” you say after a few moments of silence between the two of you. “I’ll go first thing in the morning.”

As it turns out, morning rolls around more quickly than you initially expected. By the time you’ve reached the peak hours of moonlight, you’re so elbow-deep in stacks of graded quizzes and highlighted notes that you fail to realize just how late it is - that is, until Lisa rolls over in bed with a sour look on her face.

“Go to sleep, Y/N,” she whines, squinting at the yellow light illuminating from the tiny lamp on your desk. “It’s two in the morning.”

“You realize that if I don’t get at least a B on my Biology exam, I’ll fail the course, right?”

“You realize that if you keep me up all night, I’ll kill you, right?”

You roll your eyes, knowing that if you weren’t so overworked and tired you would probably laugh at Lisa’s comeback. Despite how long you’ve spent repeatedly going over the material for your final, there are still some things you’re still completely clueless about. You can’t afford to stop - especially not when your exam is only in six hours.

Leaning back in your chair, you cast a sideways glance at the laundry basket next to your bed, which is currently filled way too far over the edge with socks and sweaters that are threatening to tumble out. With all the studying you’ve been doing this week, getting your laundry done hasn’t even crossed your mind. 

Other than the kitchen - which is all the way downstairs - the laundry room would be a nice change of scenery for you to study. It would also ensure that you actually have a clean outfit to wear tomorrow.

“I’ll be back in an hour or so,” you announce, pushing your chair out from your desk, “and hopefully I’ll have all the organelles of the cell memorized by then.”

You can’t hear Lisa’s response muffled into her pillow, but judging by her tone, she’s on the brink of sleep and probably doesn’t even care. You quietly sort out the sweaters you get the most wear out of to wash, grab your Biology supplies, and exit your dorm.

Perhaps it’s the wave of pure exhaustion hitting you, but as you wander down the dimly-lit hallway towards the laundry room, you can’t help but think that you’re in an entirely different place. The dorms - quiet and nearly pitch-black - are almost like a different reality at night. The only other times you’ve been outside your own dorm room this late have been on your way back from parties across campus, full of alcohol and subdued laughter caused by your group of friends.

Get it together, Y/N, you inwardly tell yourself, rounding the corner at the end of the hallway. 

Although, you don’t get very far beyond that. Just around the corner is someone else walking in the opposite direction. The minute you two run into each other, you lose your balance and fall flat on your ass.

“Ouch,” you exclaim, unwilling to speak above a whisper so that you don’t awaken any of the sleeping co-eds in the rooms on either side of you. If you were feeling up to it, you would not only speak at full volume, but you would probably also smack the guy that you’ve just run into because damn, that really hurt.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” the guy asks.

“Yeah, I’m -”

Okay, you finish in your head, although for some reason the word fails to leave your lips as you look up at the boy. You don’t use this word lightly, but he is, without a doubt, the most attractive person you’ve ever met. He’s clearly in his pajamas - sweatpants and a t-shirt displaying your school’s mascot - but that only makes him all the more dreamy. You can’t help but feel insecure in your own exhaustive state as he looks right at you, eyes bright and smile contagious. 

The cute stranger gives you a smirk that is somehow polite and incredibly endearing. Still bent down in front of you, he holds his hand out, inches from your own. “C’mere, let me help you up.”

Meekly, you slip your hand into his and let him pull you up, rising to your feet with a sigh of relief. Somehow, you managed to keep a steady grip on your Biology supplies and bag of laundry throughout your fall. You clutch them even closer, a defense mechanism under this guy’s impeccably charming gaze.

“I’m Steve Harrington,” he introduces, “and I promise that knocking over pretty girls at two in the morning isn’t one of my main hobbies.”

You tell him your name, and he repeats it back to you amiably, rolling it around in his mouth like it’s familiar to him. The sound of your name being recited from his lips makes you blush like a little girl on the playground interacting with her crush. Thankfully, it’s too dark in the hallway for Steve to notice the hint of pink in your cheeks.

“So, Y/N,” he says, leaning his shoulder against the wall. “What’s a girl like you doing out of your room so late? They have rules around here, you know.”

You grin. Why did I have to meet this guy when I look like an actual zombie?

“My roommate threatened to murder me in cold blood if I didn’t take my studying elsewhere,” you reply, gesturing to the Biology textbook cradled in one of your arms. “How about you?”

“My buddy Scott lives on this floor. He was letting me borrow his Algebra notes,” he explains.

“Ah,” you say coolly, pressing your lips together. “So… what are your main hobbies, Steve Harrington?”

He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. You watch him do so, afraid that he will mess up his perfectly-styled ‘do, but his hair somehow retreats back to its original state afterwards. If it were socially acceptable, you would probably ask him what kind of hairspray he uses.

“Well, right now, failing school seems to be something I’m good at - although, it’s not a hobby I particularly enjoy.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Hence why I needed to borrow Scott’s notes.”

“Scott Miller?” you clarify. Steve nods. “Yeah, he’s in my English lecture. I think he’s the only person in there who’s read every single book. He’s really smart.”

“Scary smart,” Steve agrees, another smile grazing the corners of his lips. “You seem pretty smart yourself.”

“I do?” You blink, unable to keep your eyes from widening.

“Yeah, I mean - a girl willing to sacrifice a good night’s sleep for the sake of school? That takes some willpower. You must be some kind of badass.”

If it were possible, you would blush even harder. You mimic Steve’s stance, leaning against the wall, unable to tear your eyes away from his friendly gaze. 

“Not really,” you respond sheepishly. “I wouldn’t be doing it if I weren’t so afraid of how my parents would react if I were to fail Biology.”

“But you won’t fail,” he insists, taking a step closer to you. “Lots of other people would, but Y/N Y/L/N? She’s not a quitter.”

Steve smirks again, and under the hazy light attached to the high ceiling above you, you’re able to make out the dark freckles adorning his face. You aren’t sure why he’s being so nice to you, or why on earth he has to be so damn cute, but you definitely know one thing for sure: you don’t want this conversation to end.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth, unsure of how to respond to Steve in a way that doesn’t make how much you’re taken by his words so obvious.

“Anyways,” Steve says after a few moments of silence, although to you it felt like hours of staring into each other’s eyes. Your heart sinks as he continues.

“I, uh, won’t keep you. Looks like you have a big night ahead of you.” He eyes the items in your hands, smiling softly. “Laundry, Y/N? Really?”

“What can I say? I like to multitask.” You laugh softly.

Steve sets his hand on your arm, big enough for his fingers to wrap around it. But he doesn’t do that - he just gives it a small squeeze, which makes your heart want to burst.

“See you around?” he asks quietly, letting go of your arm as effortlessly as he had held onto it seconds ago. 

You swallow the nerves in your throat, nodding, wanting to ask him to buy you an ice cream or take you to a party or just keep talking so you can hear his voice, impossibly comforting for someone you barely know. But for some reason, you can’t muster up the courage to do any of those things until Steve has disappeared down the other end of the hallway.

Your laundry doesn’t get done, and neither does your studying. As calming as Steve Harrington’s words were, the minute you came to terms with the fact that you were alone once again in the dark, dreary hallway, you grew more tired than ever. Passing Biology was important, but in order to do that, you needed a decent amount of sleep for your exam.

However, stuck in a haze over your conversation with Steve, you realize not long after you come back to your dorm that you’ll be unable to focus on anything else - including sleep. In fact, you’ve just managed to force your eyes close and drift off before your alarm clock goes off at seven, signaling the fact that you only have one hour until your exam is set to begin.

“Ugh!” you exclaim, pushing your head underneath your pillow.

Lisa, who has clearly experienced the pleasure of a full-night’s sleep, leans over and turns off the alarm. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she greets, hopping out of bed. “Have fun doing all that laundry last night?”

“Five more minutes,” you whine to nobody in particular, squeezing your eyes shut even tighter. You hear Lisa exit the room - presumably to take a shower - and you can feel yourself drift off again. However, that lasts all of ten seconds when another noise - one that is even more annoying than the sound of your alarm clock - fills your ears.

Van Halen.

Room 202.

“Son of a bitch,” you say with a groan, rubbing your hands over your face until you’ve forced yourself awake. It’s probably the lack of sleep, but Room 202 seems to be playing his music more loudly than he ever has before. The sound of an obnoxiously high-pitched guitar solo echoing throughout your room makes you want to cry, scream, or both.

Instead, you angrily kick the pile of blankets off your freezing legs, change into the only clean clothes you have left, and march downstairs. You probably look like an absolute wreck right now, but if you don’t get as much sleep as you can by the time you need to show up for your exam, who knows what else will happen to your already deteriorating mental health.

You manage to follow the sound all the way to Room 202’s front door. Without hesitation, you begin pounding on the door, eagerly hoping to put a stop to all of this once and for all. 

“Hey!” you scream.

But Room 202 doesn’t seem to hear you. The sound of a screeching guitar continues, as unpleasant as ever. You bang your fist even harder, aiming right for Eddie Van Halen’s face on the poster attached to the door.

“Hey!” you scream even louder. “Open up!”

The volume on the song decreases, but not by much. You can see footsteps moving underneath the crack in the door.

“Give me a sec!”

You sigh, placing your hands on your hips impatiently. The song is eventually cut off, and the door swings open just enough for Room 202 to fit through.

But when the guy opens the door, it’s not the rugged, mullet-sporting douchebag you pictured living in Room 202 all this time.

It’s none other than Steve Harrington.

“Hey there, Y/N,” he greets, blinking the sleep and confusion from his eyes.

“Um,” you squeak, unable to form any words through your bewilderment.

“As pleasantly surprised - and somewhat creeped out - as I am that you found out where I live, can I ask what the hell you’re doing here so early?”

Steve seems unphased by your astonishment, or maybe he’s just as tired as you are and doesn’t notice. Still, it has to be fairly obvious that you’re freaking out right now.

“Um,” you say again, trying to look over Steve’s shoulder. “I was… looking for your roommate?”

Maybe the other guy that lives here is the one that plays such awful music each night, you try to reason with yourself. However, that theory is quickly shot down.

“Well, you’re not gonna have any luck.” He chuckles and steps aside, revealing just one bed next to a desk even more cluttered than yours. The layout of his dorm is identical to yours, except that where the other twin bed would be is a fully decked-out turntable with what looks like dozens of records haphazardly thrown on the shelf underneath. Laying face-up on the bed is a worn copy of Van Halen’s latest album.

This can’t be happening. You haven’t had any sleep. You’re delirious. This isn’t real. 

There’s no way the Steve Harrington you met last night is the same person you’ve been badmouthing since the beginning of the year.

“I live in a single dorm,” he explains, watching your eyes glaze over his room with an amused smile. “Y/N, if you wanted to come see me, you don’t have to act all coy about it.”

“That’s… not why I’m here.” Steve’s face falls slightly. You realize that you’re standing an awkward distance away from him, but for some reason you can’t will your legs to move even an inch. “I, um…”

You look up at him finally, making eye contact for the first time since the two of you met less than five hours ago. You can tell he’s confused - brows and lips pushed together in an endearing pout - and you can’t really blame him. He probably thinks you’re some kind of stalker; that you followed him back to his room earlier this morning just so you could come over a few hours later.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he says, putting your racing mind to a halt. He cracks the door open a little more, glancing over his shoulder. “Like I said, I’m happy to see you and all, but I need to get ready for -”

“What are you doing tonight?” you blurt out, surprising yourself more than him.

Steve rubs the back of his neck, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Uh… nothing, I think. Why?”

“We should go record shopping.” You glance at the stack of records in his room again. The majority of them are names you wish you didn’t recognize. “There’s this place right off campus that my friend Holly works at. They have great music. We should go. Do you wanna go?”

Steve laughs. “Well, you see,” he starts, following your gaze over to his pile of records, “I would love to hangout, but I already have lots of music. Maybe we can do something -”

“More,” you say, forcing a smile onto your lips. “You need more.”

Steve chuckles at your assertiveness, although if he knew why you were asking him to hangout in this way, he probably wouldn’t find it too amusing. “Well... alright then. Record shopping with Y/N. Sounds like a blast. Wanna meet me back here at six?”

“Better make it eight.” Steve looks at you questioningly. “I have lots of sleep to catch up on.”

“Holy shit, Y/N. Holy shit.”

Later, when it’s nearly midnight and the two of you have just gotten back from sharing a milkshake at the local diner, you’re laying barefoot on Steve Harrington’s bed. He lays right beside you, shoulder pressed against yours, staring up at the ceiling in wide-eyed bewilderment. 

The album you’re playing right now was one of the many albums you insisted that he purchase, much to his chagrin. However, now that you’re an hour deep into listening, you can tell that Steve has changed his mind.

“I always skip Bowie when he comes on the radio, but this? I didn’t know he made stuff like this.”

He inches his head onto the edge of his pillow - the one you claimed the minute you came in. You tilt your head towards him, laughing at his expression.

“Told you,” you say. “He’s incredible.”

The two of you fall back into your usual silence, listening to the sound of David Bowie’s soothing voice idle on Steve’s turntable. After flying through your Biology exam and taking a much-needed nap, you had awoken incredulous to the idea that you had somehow asked somebody like Steve Harrington on a date earlier that day. 

That is, if angrily pounding on somebody’s door and close-to demanding them to buy music with you counts as a date.

“This is fun,” Steve says, clasping his hands together and resting them on his stomach.

You smile in surprise. “It is?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve never done this sort of thing with a girl.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, propping your head against your hand.

“Like… We’ve been laying here for almost an hour now, and the two of us have barely said anything. But it’s like we don’t have to because I feel like I already know so much about you, you know?”

You do. The minute you met Steve, his attractiveness and charm immediately stood out to you. But now that you’ve spent hours with the boy, cracking jokes in a record shop and playfully arguing over which milkshake flavor is the best, you feel like you know him better than anyone you’ve met since the beginning of the year.

“Yeah,” you whisper, toying with a loose thread on Steve’s comforter.

“How come we’ve never run into each other before?”

You shrug, unsure if his question is rhetorical or not. “I don’t know. I wish we had.”

Steve rolls onto his side, dark brown eyes burning holes into yours the same way they typically do. “Me too,” he says quietly.

Slowly but surely, Steve slips his hand into yours. You don’t say anything, just lean your head into the warmth of his shoulder as you wrap your fingers around his, wishing that you had confronted the obnoxious guy from Room 202 a long time ago.

[jcatalinacordova-semi-aband-blog]

I Am Grey - Chapter Two

Kylo Ren x Cousin!OC

Characters: Kylo Ren, J. Skywalker/Jay Ren, Kai, Mae, General Hux

Warnings: Cursing

Previous Chapters: Prologue / Prologue Part 2 / Chapter One 

A/N: Please give it a chance! Hello! Sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy, I think it is better than the last one. Please leave comments if you enjoyed! Let me know if you want more! I'm still not that confident in these, but people seem to like them a bit so here ya go!

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        For those next two weeks, J spent a lot of her time preparing and going over the arrangements with the ship's General. General Mali. He was a very tall, older man with greying brown hair and glaring eyes. They didn't always get along, but had a mutual respect of each other.          Currently she was on her way to his office for the last time. A droid had informed her that he requested her presence, but she wasn't sure why. Everything was already set.         She entered the room without knocking, calling out, "Mali! Why'd you wanna see me?" looking around the large area, searching for him.         He entered the room from a far off door. His long face set in it's usual grim expression. "To say a proper goodbye." he stated as if it was obvious. J was taken back a bit, he never seemed to care about her at all, why would a goodbye be necessary?          "Oh Mali, I never knew you cared!" J exclaimed sarcastically, placing a gloved hand over her heart dramatically. The General rolled his eyes, walking closer to the young girl so that they weren't talking to each other from opposite sides of the room.         "Trust me I don't. It'll be a blessing to not hear your snarky voice everyday,"         "Well that was just rude-"         "But...I suppose it'll be boring at meetings without you. The only person with a hint of personality. You'll be...missed." He seemed to be reluctant with his words, like he had to force his feelings out.                  "Well don't strain yourself." J rolled her eyes with a smirk. He ignored her comment, grabbing her hand for a firm handshake, "Goodbye Jay."         For once, J's face turned serious and she shook his hand back, "Goodbye General." It was silent for a second, before they both retracted their arms. "Your transport will arrive in a few minutes. I suggest you head there." he stated blandly, walking off to where he entered the room.                  J let out a sigh, turning on her heel and shuffling out of the room. The reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. She was going to see her cousin again. Had he changed even more? Would he still look the same? He'd probably look different...older.                  She hadn't even noticed when she arrived at the docking bay, not until she heard her name being called by two familiar voices. She shook herself out of her daze, turning her head to the right to see two Stormtroopers waving her over.         She let a small smile return to her face, trying to force her usual personality back over the nervousness that had consumed her. She cleared her throat before calling out, "Hey guys!" and running over. Even with their helmets on she could tell which was which.                   They were standing in front of a rather large ship which must have been their transport. "You guys excited?" she asked, smiling brightly and placing her hands on her hips.         "Not really, no." Mae's modified voice answered, and J just knew the sassy expression that was on her face under that bucket. The Stormtrooper next to her, Kai (or KN-6972), nodded in agreement,                  "Yeah, this sounds like a mistake." he spoke, crossing his arms.                  "Hey! At least we're together. I could be going alone, and then who would you two spend all your free time with!?" J asked, fake frowning at the two.                   "Each other?" Kai chuckled.         "But you'd miss me!"                  "Would I?"         J let out an offended gasp, punching his armored shoulder which hurt her more than him, "You ass!" Kai just laughed, finding this amusing.         "Okay, that's enough. We gotta get on." Mae interrupted, once again being the responsible one in their little group. They nodded, following her up the ramp and onto the dull and professional looking ship.          Mae sat herself down in the co-pilot seat, while Kai took the pilot's spot. J plopped down onto the metal bench in the back. Hanging on to a bar beside her, keeping her in place when the ship jolted into space. "Is there a bathroom on this ship?" J asked, looking over at her friends.         "Yeah, it's the door closest to the right wall." Mae responded. J nodded in thanks, and walked over to the simple metal door. Inside was a black tiled room with a sink, a mirror, and a toilet.                  She walked over to the mirror, taking in her attire. Snoke had basically ordered her to wear her "professional attire". For once, she actually listened. It was a pair of black pants and a shirt, with a textured black robe that ended around the middle of her thigh, held in place with a belt. Gloves were also part of the outfit. Was offered a helmet, said fuck no.         However, of course she couldn't completely comply, and on her feet she wore her old tan boots. She had dug them out of her bag and decided to wear them with confidence in front of Ben.         Her eyes scanned back up to her messy dirty blonde hair. It looked pretty shitty, and usually she wouldn't care, but for some reason...today was different. She pulled a piece of black fabric out of her pocket and began to braid her hair, using the fabric to tie the end of it.          When she deemed herself decent again, she actually used the restroom for what it was meant for before walking out. Kai looked back at her when she stepped out, "Wow you actually did something with that rats nest." he murmured before turning around. J stuck her tongue out at him, sitting down once more.         "How long till we arrive?" she asked, preparing to lay down on the metal bench. Mae said it would be a few hours and J took that as an invitation to nap. Slowly drifting to sleep.

        "We're here! Wake up blondie!" Kai nudged J with his knee. She began to stir, groaning in annoyance. She reluctantly sat up and rubbed her eyes, "Hit me with your knee again and I'll detach it from your body." she mumbled, stretching.

        He simply chuckled and walked away towards the ramp where Mae was waiting impatiently. J stood up, suddenly very awake...and very nervous. They were here. This was it.

        She took a deep breath and tried to put on her confident mask, "Let's do this shit." she was embarrassed at how her voice slightly shook, put she put a smile on her face nonetheless. 

        The troopers could see right through her act, but said nothing. Mae put in the code and the ramp began to lower, slowly. Her worries got worse the longer she waited. 

        The ramp hit the ground with a thump and Kai nudged her forward. J was hesitant, her smile faltering. She walked down, a bit slower than usual, eyes glued to the ground until she felt all the eyes on her. She glanced up, her eyes locking with a familiar black visor. 

        She immediately paused, her whole act came crashing down. No sassy smile, no mischievous glint in her blue eyes. She seemed to forget how to move, frozen in the middle of the ramp.

        She jumped when a hand was placed on her shoulder. She looked behind her right shoulder at Kai, who gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze, he hadn't seen her like this since she was 10.  "It's okay J." he whispered, giving her a slight nod. J took a deep breath and nodded back, he was right.

        He let his arm drop as J turned forward again. With another deep breath and some blossoming courage from her friends, she tilted her head slightly to the side and let a small smile creep onto her face. "H-hey cousin!" she stuttered a bit and gave a little sarcastic wave.

        She walked the rest of the way down the ramp and up to him, "Long time no see." she crossed her arms, eyes glued to where his eyes should be. Most of her act was supported by the fact that she hated when her friends saw her in that previous state. It was motivating.

        He seemed to ignore what she said, instead deciding to immediately go into why she was really sent here, "The Supreme Leader has informed me of your mutiny." J rolled her eyes at this part, "I will inform you now that that will not pass here."

        He sounded so sure of himself, it made J almost mad. Those sentences encouraged her even more and her eyes lit up once again and a cocky smirk immediately replaced her shy smile, "We'll see about that."

        The people around them who had been listening to the conversation seemed to tense, but Kai and Mae both smiled under their helmets.

        "Is that a challenge?" Kylo asked, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. J just shrugged, eyes glimmering with amusement and mischievousness, "Maybe." On the inside, she was screaming at herself to stop making the situation worse.

        "You think me incompetent?"

        "No. I just don't think you'll be able to stop me."

        Kylo's fists clenched into balls, already annoyed with her attitude. "You've changed." he observed. The last time he saw her, she was a scared and shy little girl.

        This irked J and her smirk faltered for a second, her eyes showing a mixture of accusation and anger, "Yeah...clearly. That kind of happens when you're left alone at age 10 to be forced into a life you don't want." 

        Kylo was about to respond when Mae took a step forward towards the both, "Okay! With all due respect, I think J should be shown to her room, it's been a long trip." she 'suggested'. 

        Mae had seen how J acts when talking about how he let them be separated, this wouldn't end well if she didn't change the subject.

        Ren snapped his head over to the Stormtrooper, and J looked over at her friend. "That's-" Kylo began but J also cut him off,

        "Oh leave her alone Kylo. She's just trying to help." she let out an inaudible sigh before turning back to her cousin, "On that note, how about in general you leave these two alone."

        "Are you trying to give me an order?"

        "No, I'm politely asking you." she sarcastically remarked.

        "J."

        "Ren."

        Kylo's annoyance meter had blown, he reached out and grabbed J's arm, pulling her to him. Kai and Mae had to keep themselves from pulling her away from him. She held her breath and glared up at him as he leaned his head down, whispering menacingly, "You're lucky I'm supposed to meet with Snoke in a few minutes time. Don't expect this attitude of yours to pass if you continue." 

        He pushed her back, causing her to stumble. Kai and Mae immediately reached out to help steady her. Inwardly, Kylo didn't like doing this, but it was an order. He was supposed to teach her to listen. So he buried down those feelings and tried to replace them with the ones he felt for the everyday soldiers. 

        Ren turned on his heels, his robes dramatically swinging as he, in J's words, strutted away. 

        "Fucking prick." J muttered under her breath, "I don't even know where my room is."

        As she spoke those words, another man approached her. He was also tall, which made J wonder why these men were so fucking tall, and he had neatly combed ginger hair.

        "Jay Ren." he stated and from only two words, J knew this guy was an asshole. She looked down at the mans outfit, immediately noticing a familiar patch.

        "You're General Hux, aren't you?" she asked. General Mali had mentioned him a few times. The man nodded and held up a datapad, which displayed where her room would be, "You will be staying in the same living quarters as Commander Ren. Once you walk into the room, there will be a door to the right, that belongs to him, your door will be farther up and to the left." 

        Damn it, it'd be harder to sneak her sweaters. "Ah, thanks General....but that sounds like a horrible arrangement." His expression became one of amusement,

        "I would think so." he said in the snobbiest voice possible. 

        "Great fuck everyone aboard this ship is a dick." she rolled her eyes as she walked past him, purposely bumping into his arm. Kai and Mae followed behind her. Once they were far enough away, Kai let out a laugh, "Jesus kid, put a filter on it."

        Mae reached over and slapped Kai on the back of the head, "Stop laughing, that wasn't funny. J could have been in danger." J let out an exhausted sigh, 

        "I can take care of myself, plus I doubt he would've actually done something there." she reached up to her braid and undid it, ruffling her hair, "Or he would have, but it's not like he'll kill me."

        "Still. It was irresponsible." Mae scolded.

        "Okay, chill it Mom." J laughed, nudging Mae with her elbow. She was trying to remember what she saw on the datapad, turning corners and walking down long black tiled hallways.

        It took a few minutes, maybe a half-hour, before they reached the door with the correct number. "Guess this is my stop." she shrugged, turning to her friends.

        Kai nodded, smiling lightly under his helmet. He ruffled her hair, "Bye kiddo. We'll see you tomorrow." J smiled, and the two trooper walked back the way they came. 

        J's smile dropped, turning towards the door. It was then when she realized that she didn't know the code. A sigh left her lips, and instead of going to find Kylo and ask for the code, she just lazily held her hand out. The door shot open a little too fast, but J didn't really care. She walked in, and shut the door behind her. 

        As Hux had said, there was a door to the right, and a far off one to the left. She shuffled her way to 'her room'. Inside the door was a bland black room with a door to a bathroom (probably) and something that resembled a closet. In the middle of the wall in front of her was a plain black bed. On the bed were her bags.

        Despite her bags spread over the bed, J allowed herself the practically fall onto it, only wanting to rest.

        This was going to be interesting.

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Lessons in Thermodynamics: Chapter Three

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Dissatisfaction

54 days to Winter Break

Thursday

It had only been four days since Momo had found out her test mark, and she could already feel the stress building. Like a splinter just below the skin, it was a constant source of irritation.

As she used yet another lunch hour to agonize over the few (barely) coherent notes she had made during those lessons, it occurred to her that at this rate, she’d probably burn out soon.

“Haven’t I been through this before?” She sighed, resting her head on her desk, “I can’t let myself get overwhelmed. It won’t do any good.”

Her resolve had carried her through many trials before, and this would be no exception. Hopefully.

Still, she felt like she needed to talk to someone, get all these thoughts out of her head, before she was overwhelmed. Keeping it all bottled up wouldn’t help, not at all. Suddenly, her phone buzzed, and she unlocked it to see a message from Jirou Kyouka.

{♫ Kyouka ♪}

[Hey! wanna grab some coffee after school?] [its been AGES since we talked]

[i have less trouble seeing Hagakure these days tbh]

[did u finally find a date or smth?]

Momo snorted, an amused smile forming on her face. She hadn’t meant to be so evasive recently, and she was glad Kyouka didn’t seem too mad.

[I’d love to get some coffee!] [my treat, since i’ve been so… out of it] [but I might spend most of the time venting…]

[ ; ) u know i’ll never turn down free stuff!!] [if that’s what u need its chill!]

[meet u at the usual spot, k?]

[Thank you, Kyouka]

Momo let out a sigh of relief, already feeling like a small weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

The café was crowded, but not uncomfortably so, and Momo found the low buzz of other conversations in the background rather soothing. She had missed hanging out with Kyouka like this more than she had realized.

“Yo! What’s up, Miss Vice-President?” a familiar voice called out brightly, and she smiled as Kyouka slid into the booth across from her.

“I wish I could say ‘Nothing’…” She sighed, letting her shoulders slump forward, “I’ve just… had a rough couple of days, is all.”

Kyouka nodded sympathetically, placing her bag on the table, off to the side, “You look like you could use some caffeine. And some serious best-friend talk.”

“Is it that obvious?” She asked, a little mortified by the thought, “I thought I was keeping it together rather well.”

“You are. I don’t think too many people picked up on it. Like, maybe three, including myself.”

She waited for Kyouka to elaborate on who exactly had noticed, but the other girl had already moved on.

“Now, let’s go get our drinks.” Kyouka leaned forward, a serious look on her face, “And then, you can tell me exactly what’s going on.”

-Wham!-

Shouto hit the mat hard, falling victim (quite literally) to one of Midoriya’s favoured throws. Though it knocked the air from his lungs, he didn’t stay down long. Rolling quickly to his feet, he turned towards his sparring partner, lashing out with a right hook. As the blow was deflected, Shouto tried to step in closer, but his legs were swept out from underneath him and fell to the mat again.

“I, uh, think… Why don’t we call it a day soon?” Izuku said hurriedly, helping Shouto back to his feet, “I’ve, um, got a lot of homework, so…”

“It’s OK, I know I’m not at my usual level today.” His reply was calm, as he stretched his arms out behind his back, “You don’t have to pretend there’s another reason.”

Midoriya shook his head furiously, clearly a little upset at his matter-of-fact tone, “Nonono, that’s not it! I swear!”

“I mean, you do seem a bit, well, distracted, but, I-I don’t…” His friend looked down for a moment, “These no-Quirk sparring sessions, they help a lot. Whatever ‘level’ you’re at.”

“But what if I’m not good enough?” That fear has been running through Shouto’s mind for the past two days, ready to spring up at any time.

He hates the thought of letting his friends down. Of failing.

His father’s voice is lurking there too, just below the surface, waiting to tear him down as always. He can practically hear him now.

“You must be the best. There are no other options, Shouto.” Endeavor declares, a cold rage burning in his eyes, “Weakness must be crushed. If someone can’t cut it on their own, you shouldn’t lower yourself to help them.”

“That’s not true, you bastard. You might see it that way,” He replies harshly, less fearful in his own head, “but I’m not you. I will never be you.”

Midoriya gave him a concerned look, and Shouto shook his head to clear it, settling back into a combat stance.

“My apologies, I… got lost in thought for a moment.”

The other boy settled into a similar posture, albeit one that was more defensive.

“O-OK, if you’re sure you’re alright to keep going…” Midoriya replied, expression serious, “You are sure, right?”

He charged forward, as if that were answer enough.

“Man, I knew something was up with you lately, but I didn’t realize it was that serious!” Kyouka exclaimed, setting down her drink and leaning forward, “He really said you might lose your spot in the Hero Course?”

Momo nodded, taking another sip of her own coffee, “Yeah. It’s… it’s a touch spot, no doubt.”

She had been trying to keep her voice bright, but she couldn’t quite hold back the edge of anxiety any longer. Telling Kyouka had helped, but the shame and anger still bubbled up as she had recalled the events of three days prior.

“What happens if I fail?”

The question loomed in her mind, and she couldn’t seem to find an acceptable answer. Even just the thought of having to tell her parents was almost unbearable.

“We had such high hopes…”

“What a waste, you could have been a wonderful hero.”

Their imaginary voices jeered at her, much harsher than her parents would ever be, and she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes.

Suddenly, Kyouka’s cheery tone snapped her back to reality, and she looked up to see a confident smile on her best friend’s face, “Hey, why d’you look like it’s a done deal already?”

“You have plenty of time, right? Don’t start beating yourself up about this now.”

“When you put it that way…” She couldn’t help but grin in response, “Things don’t seem so bad.”

“What a lame thing to say…” The understatement made her snort almost immediately after she said it, and from the way Kyouka was rolling her eyes, it was evident she agreed.

Twirling one of her earlobe-jacks around her finger, she suddenly shifted the conversation in a slightly different direction.

“So, who else knows about this? Is it just me an’ you?”

Momo shook her head, and fiddled with her straw, “Todoroki-san knows the basics, but not about the potential consequences. He’s the one tutoring me, and… keeping him in the dark, it just doesn’t sit right with me.”

“Todoroki’s helping you again? First the Practical Exam and now this…” Kyouka raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly.

“Don’t put it like that, please.” She grimaced, looking down, “I feel bad enough about asking him for assistance as it is.”

“And, you’re sure you can trust him to keep quiet?” Kyouka paused, and then giggled, “Well, more quiet than usual, I mean. That guy’s practically mute.”

She frowned slightly at the derisive tone of her friend’s words and opened her mouth to protest but stopped as Kyouka raised her hands.

“Sorry, I guess that did sound pretty mean… He doesn’t really, well, talk to people, is all.” She sighed, taking a sip of her drink. “Anyways, have you two already started studying?”

“No, we’re planning to meet this Saturday, at the library.” Momo replied, “We both agreed prep time would be helpful.”

“Of course you did.” Kyouka’s agreement was accompanied by a good-natured eye roll, and they turned towards other topics, the kind that let her feel like everything was normal, at least for a little while. Momo let herself enjoy the moment, even if the anxiety wouldn’t vanish completely.

The two boys finished their cool-down stretches in silence, and Shouto tossed Izuku a freshly-chilled bottle of water before speaking up.

“Hey, Midoriya, can I ask you something?”

“Uh, sure! What’s on your mind?”

“Do you think I’d make a good teacher?”

His eyes went wide, the question clearly catching him off-guard. After a pause to collect his thoughts, he nodded, more to himself than Shouto.

“I guess so? I mean, you are smart, and you seem to understand that not everyone approaches stuff the same way, which goes a long way…” He muttered, the words almost too fast for the other boy to understand, “I might be inclined to say you lack the approachable nature necessary, but given that you’re better than Aizawa-Sensei, and he isn’t out of a job yet, that’s not really a concern.”

“It’s not a career choice I’d have considered for you, but every Pro should have a plan beyond just being a Hero, right? And if you’re already thinking that far ahead…”

“He thinks I meant a teacher like at Yuuei,” Shouto realized, waving a hand in front of Midoriya’s face in an attempt to snap him out of it.

“Ah, sorry, I got a little, um, carried away there, didn’t I?” He said apologetically, laughing quietly, “May I ask why you brought it up?”

“Someone needs my help with the physics unit. And I don’t know if I’ll be able to do a good enough job.” His reply wasn’t technically a lie, and while Momo had never asked him to keep their arrangement secret, he didn’t want word of it to spread.

“Oh, well, all you can really do is give it your all, right? That way, no matter what happens, you won’t have any regrets!”

There was a certainty in his voice that suddenly reminded Shouto of All-Might, and he found himself smiling slightly.

“Just give it my all, huh?” Nodding, he prepared to leave the training room, mind already on the half-finished overview waiting for him in his dorm.

Tonight was going to be busy.

There are fifty days until the retest.

[beautiful-bau-beau]

Hey, love ur writing btw. could you do a spencerxreader where the reader is a surgeon who is like basically the teams doctor because they always end up getting hurt and then derek and garcia see them in the hospital and come up with a plan or something heheh. Thanks!

The Doctors

Contains; Fluff!

((Omg It's so late and I'm still slowly working on a part 4. I just got done with so many things but considering May is the busiest time for me I still have a long way to go. I may edit this later on when I'm not so pressed to write a fic.))

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(Spencer's POV)

Spencer returned to his desk with a happy face, holding a warm cup of to-go coffee. He almost to eagerly started on his paperwork which wouldn't seem out of the ordinary to anyone who knew the young doctor, but this time, he was humming.

"What's got you all excited?" Morgan asked before scanning his friend up and down. He smiled slyly, setting his pen down to interlace his fingers together. "Let me guess, you paid a visit to our dear Dr. Y/l/n?" The slight twitch of Spencer's lips gave the SSA all he needed to know.

The poor boy genius had been in love with you for awhile now but preferred not to admit it. Maybe it was because it might be considered strange or because he was afraid you didn't feel the same way. Either way, his attraction for you always seemed to increase with each passing day.

"What's up my two beautiful stallions?" Penelope waltzed her way into the conversation. "Pretty boy here is still pining after Y/n." Morgan supplied and the blonde sighed and shook her head.

"Life is too short to hide behind these insecurities, you of all people should know that." She groaned. Bothered by the teasing, Spencer turned his attention back to the files, flipping thought them sheepishly.

"She obviously likes you!" Penelope told him, even if he was pretending not to pay attention. "And you visit her practically everyday! Sometimes I think you act reckless on cases on purpose just so you can see her." She jumped aback when Spencer gasped painfully. The tip of his finger was bleeding slowly. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. Am I just supposed to believe you have a paper-cut?" Spencer stared at her, trying to hold his tongue. "Fine, I get it. You are bleeding after all. Dang, you're committed."

"Do you think I should go back?" He asked, eyes wide at the possibility of seeing you for the second time that day. Both of his friends shared a look before shaking heir heads and chuckling. Spencer frowned.

"What do you expect pretty boy? She's a surgeon. She deals with more serious injuries than lousy paper-cut. You're lucky enough she gives you those band-aids." Morgan pointed to the multi-colored wrappings that covered his fingers, covering the paper-cuts from sorting though different files and books.

"Maybe I should break my leg. It seemed to work well when I got shot." Memories of the two of you hanging out together flooded his mind and the corners of his mouth raised slightly to smile.

"Don't break your leg." Morgan looked at his friend to find a dejected look was etched upon it. "Maybe I could punch you in the face?" He weakly tried.

"Alright, do it." Spencer sighed dejectedly. Penelope's eyebrows furrowed and when Derek stood up and started cracking his knuckles, she scoffed. "You're not really going to punch him are you?"

"I have no other way to talk to her!"

"Just tell her the truth! You like her! You wanna date her!" She sighed exasperatedly. Gosh, men. She got even more annoyed when Morgan burst out loud laughing at Spencer's bugged out eyes and furious side to side head-shaking.

"Babydoll you've been with us for so many years yet you still no nothing about the way men think." Morgan chuckled, turning to talk to Spencer about the type of cut he was going to give him. "-so you'll bruise pretty badly but everything should be fine." He placed his left hand on Spencer's shoulder to steady him and started to reel his arm back, Penelope's heels clicking indicating that she left the room before....

-(Your POV)

"This is the third time you've come in this week and it's only Wednesday!" You mumbled softly, patting Spencer's newly busted lip and cheek with a wet cloth, carefully to try and not disturb the forming bruise. "You say Morgan did this to you?" You asked, pulling away

He coughed softly, voice hoarse as he answered back. "Uh yeah, during training. It was my fault, I didn't block in time." He stuttered out as you pressed a cotton-ball against the cut on his cheekbones, hand pressing on his knee. You were oblivious with his reaction, thinking it was because you were touching part of the bruise on his face.

You sighed softly, a small frown etched on your face. If you weren't uncomfortable with confrontation you would repay the favor of messing up a handsome face.

Sometimes a silly part of you wondered if Spencer just made up all these ridiculous injures to come and see you, but logically, you figured that was impossible. Spencer Reid was a man who believed in facts. He was cute, funny and extremely intelligent. He was surrounded by gruesome deaths and disgusting criminals everyday, and he would probably be interested in someone pure and good. Not someone who had to deal with the sick and close to death, essentially, almost the same torture he had to face.

"...Y/n?" You blinked a few times, reality coming back to you. You apparently zoned out. You became hyper-aware of everything, your hand on his knee, the other on his cheek and took a step back. "Ah sorry..." you chuckled awkwardly.

You picked up a small circular Band-Aid, chuckling as you started to unwrap it. "Purple, your lucky day." You lifted his chin with your finger and gently patted the small bandage in his face. He winced and a small look of pity crossed your face. "Too bad I can't put a bandage on that scar." You eyed his lips, perfectly chapped, a delightful pink.... you realized you were staring again and met his eyes, which had been looking at you.

"You know...eyes dilate based on attraction...." He whispered, your eyes flicking from his lips to his eyes and you watched as he started to lean in, his hand resting on the hand you placed on the space next to him.

You were so close. You could feel his warm breath on your cheek, his hand coming to touch your waist. Your bottom lip was just a millisecond away from meeting his when the door slammed open and you both split apart. It was your coworker, ho stared at you both suspiciously.

As if spell had been broken you backed away, burying your nose into a random file. "Thanks for stopping by Dr., if it gets worse feel free to return." Your cheeks were burning, and you peered at him from the top of the folder. His cheeks were red too and on his way out he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

Did he? Were you...about to kiss him? No, no, no, no, he didn't feel that way about you. He just came to you for medical advice and to be repaired. A few jokes and light touching was the product of most of your time together. So you should probably just forget it, right?

-(Spencer's POV)

"What's wrong with you?" Morgan asked a few days later watching as Spencer seemed quiet and separated from everyone and everything. Garcia sat on Morgan's desk, a cup of coffee on her hands.

"She's been avoiding me." Spencer mumbled, resting his head on his knuckles, and sighing. He had explained what happened between the two of you, making sure to deny that you in no way had feelings for him because you were so sweet, wild in your own way and just a lovely person to be around, not to mention beautiful, and Spencer was a nerd, surrounded by death.

Penelope and Derek shared an equally annoyed look, an unspoken agreement between the two forming. They had to do something about this and soon. Maybe their ideas weren't always the best but hey, something at this point, was better than nothing. Which was ridiculous considering you were both highly educated people (doctors) and the way you felt about the other was so obvious that you didn't even need a PhD to see it.

(Your POV)

You ran to where Morgan had texted you a "Reid-SOS" while trying to stay calm. Usually this meant that he had either gotten seriously injured or shot but you couldn't help the feeling of your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. Not only was this text concerning, as always, but even Emily had started texting you the same things.

Images of his seeing his body injured on your table made you freak out, and you knew that if you ever saw him again you wouldn't go chicken about your feelings for him. As the lights grew brighter and sounds increased to be practically deafening, your heart beat erratically inside your chest. You saw a familiar person and you practically flew.

"Spencer!" You cried, disbelief as your eyes landed on his standing figure looking healthy and fine. Without any thought you ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him tightly. As soon as your eyes met his, you pressed your lips against his. He stumbled back a bit but his hands came to cup your face, deepening the kiss. When you pulled away, his lips were soft and pillowy, eyes dazed and a few million hairs out of place.

"Derek and Penelope kept sending me 911 texts about you and I was so worried, I thought you were in critical condition or shot or..." Spencer cut off your mumbling with another kiss. The irony tasted so sweet but the thought quickly drew out of your mind as you kissed back.

"Wait,' you pulled away again. "Why are you okay? I mean, I'm glad but I almost had a heart attack." You both turned to a sound of loud chuckles and cackles which belonged to Penelope and Derek.

"You two were never going to own up to your feelings anyway!" Morgan tried justifying. You moved to go after him when Spencer gently tugged your arm, making you turn back to him.

"Ah, how about you beat him up later and we try to go out tomorrow?" He suggested weakly, somehow afraid you were still going to reject him even though you had just kissed him twice.

"That sounds perfect." You smiled softly as your thumb came up to rub the part of his healing cheek that was still covered in the small bandage and moved to kiss him again.