#not edited sowwy for any mistakes :3

[seoulmatez]

college au w/ atsumu for your warmups? maybe him working up the courage to talk to his crush? please and thanks!

sure thing! thanks for popping in and i hope u like :3 writing warmups if u wanna request!

“excuse me?” atsumu silently celebrates the fact that his voice doesn’t crack like he thought it might. his heart flutters in his chest when you turn around and meet his gaze, eyes slightly widened as you pause putting in your second earbud. he catches himself staring a second too long before subtlety shaking his head and holding out his hand. “i think you dropped this.”

your eyes drop to the tube of chapstick in his open palm. it’s not the brand you typically buy and even if it was, yours is safely tucked away in your pocket. “oh, that’s not mine.”

atsumu knows that—it’s actually his. it was meant to be a simple conversation starter but he hadn’t thought ahead to what he might say to keep said conversation going. he didn’t really think any of this through.

he just really, really, wanted to talk to you.

a million thoughts race through his head as he nervously ponders what to do next. does he admit his mistake and walk away with his tail between his legs, taking away nothing but embarrassment from the interaction? does he brush it off and continue like it’s nothing? how does one segue from “hey did you drop this?” to “i think you’re cute and have been wanting to ask you out almost the entire semester”?

“wait,” you start, and your voice immediately earns atsumu’s undivided attention. maybe you’ll save him the effort of having to figure that last one out. “isn’t that yours?”

or maybe you caught him in his lie and he has some explaining to do. his mouth opens and closes as he tries to think up an explanation that make this seem at least a little less pathetic than it is. before he can, another thought pops into his mind. his eyebrows knit together in confusion. “how did you know that?”

maybe you’ve been sneaking peeks of your own throughout the semester.

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Safe Place

@queen-of-deans-booty requested “Can you do a DeanxReader where Dean gets turned into a toddler and he always goes to the reader since he feels safe with her and she takes care of him until he’s back to normal and then after, he confesses his feelings?”

A/n- I had waaaay too much fun writing this! This is all unbeta’d and written mostly at 12-3 am, so any and all mistakes are mine. I hope y’all get a couple good laughs out of this!

Edit: I fixed the "Keep Reading" option. Again, I'm so sorry this monster was clogging up your dashes!

Word count: 4,366 (sorry not sorry)

Warnings: Swearing, typical Supernatural violence, witches putting spells on people, toddler!Dean (Yes, that is a warning), Sammy is kind of an asshole in the beginning. So is Dean. But just for a hot minute.

As soon as Sam found this hunt, you had a pit in your stomach. You knew something was off from the moment he started explaining it in the Impala. People were turning up dead in their homes, with no sign of forced entry. They were all young adults, 18-25, and Sam thought it may have been a shtriga.

“But it’s not feeding on kids, Sam,” you argued.

“Yeah but it’s a college town. Not a whole lot of kids around, Y/N. 18 is still really young. We need to take a look around and check it out.”

“I’m telling you guys, this screams ‘witch’ to me… Why can you never believe me?”

Sam turned around to look at you with his bitch face. “Because the last time you insisted it was something else, we went in prepared for a werewolf and almost got our hearts ripped out by a damn ghost!”

“That was two fucking years ago, Sam. I’m real tired of you holding that over my head! Even Dean thought that was a werewolf! You-”

Then Dean lost it. “Alright, that’s enough! I’m sick of the two of you at each other’s throats all the god damn time. Sam, you work the angle you want, Y/N and I will work the other. Then we’ll pool our findings and find the solution. Now knock it off!”

Sam rolled his eyes with an aggravated sigh and turned to face the window to pout. You leaned forward to give Dean a peck on the cheek. “Thanks, De.”

“Look here princess, I’m not taking sides. I’m just shutting this shit down. If it is a shtriga, Sam is safe by himself in the day. If it is a witch, you would not be safe by yourself during the daytime. That’s why I’m going with you. I want you safe. So keep your head out of the clouds, alright?”

You shrank back into your seat at his harsh tone. You had been harboring a crush on Dean for a long time now, but every advance you made in the past had been futile. You were convinced he would never care for you the way you did him, and you pushed your feelings aside to continue hunting. But every now and then, they would peek through the lock box you had them in and it always put you in a sour mood.

The rest of the car ride was silent. Dean found a motel and you booked a room for the three of you. You all got settled in and changed into your fed suits before heading out. The most recent vic’s house was only a few blocks away, so Sam announced that he wanted to do a little more research before he headed that direction and would call you when he found anything. You and Dean got back in the Impala and drove across town to go visit the few other crime scenes. You were still brooding, so you stayed quiet on the way there.

What you don’t know is what Dean is brooding about. He hates it when you’re like this, and he hates knowing that he’s the one who made you that way. But pushing you away is easier and better than trying to tell you how he really feels. There’s no way you could feel the same for him, so holding you at arm’s length is better than not holding you at all. You’re his safe place. The person he can let his guard down in front of. The one he can curl into and cry on at night when he has nightmares or after a bad hunt. You hold him together in more ways than one, and he honestly doesn’t know if he would survive without you. So he keeps his feelings in check, just like you do.

As you moved to get out of the car, Dean grabbed your hand.

“Y/N wait. I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier. I didn’t mean to. I was just angry that Sam talked to you that way. I lost my cool, and I’m sorry I took it out on you. Forgive me? Please?”

You sighed and squeezed his hand with yours. “Of course. Always, Dean. You know that.” You gave him a small smile.

He smiled back and let out a sigh of relief. “Good. You’re my best friend, Y/N, and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

His words made your heart pang with sadness, but you didn’t let it show. Of course he only thinks of you as a friend. How could he see you as anything more? You’re practically his sister! “I’m not going anywhere Winchester.”

With that, you pulled your hand away and stepped out of the Impala and walked up the short sidewalk to the front porch. Stepping under the police tape, you noticed a brick that was loose near the threshold of the front door. “Hey Dean! Come look at this!” As you stooped lower to get a better look at it, you noticed an insignia etched into the front face. Dean looked over your shoulder and watched as you pulled out your pocket knife to pull the brick out. As it fell, half a dozen roaches scattered up the wall and you jumped back shrieking, almost knocking Dean over in the process. You immediately started scratching your scalp, feeling like they were crawling all over you.

Dean rushed over to you and grabbed your shoulders to wrap you in a hug. “You’re alright, I got you. They’re not on you I promise. It’s okay.”

“God damn fucking demon bugs! I hate fucking roaches!”

“I know you do princess. It’s alright. They’re gone. You want me to check the hole while you hang back?”

You nodded your head and Dean moved back to look in the small hole.

“Well would you look at that! You were right Y/N. It’s a friggin’ witch!” he exclaimed as he pulled a small hex bag out.

You felt your face almost split in a grin as you jumped up with a fist pump. “YES! I knew it was a witch! Suck it Samuel!”

Dean just laughed. “Alright Judd Nelson, take it easy. We still gotta go check out the inside.”

Dean opened the front door of the house and it let out a loud creak, making both of you cringe.

“Well, if there is anything in here, they know we’re here now,” you whispered to him.

You both had your guns drawn, loaded with witch killing bullets, as you moved through the house one room at a time. Dean opened a door in the kitchen that led to a basement. He groaned.

“Why is it always a basement? Why can’t it be a nice garden with flowers and rose bushes? But nooo. It’s always gotta be a damn basement!” he whined.

“Can you handle that by yourself? I’m gonna go check out the upstairs.”

He looked at you warily before you rolled your eyes. “I’m a big girl, Dean. I can handle myself.”

“Alright. But you see anything, you shoot first, ask questions later! Got it princess?”

“Yes Dad. I think I can handle one little witch.”

He started down the stairs as you made your way to the second set of stairs leading up. You cleared each of the 3 bedrooms and their closets before you made it to the bathroom. As you opened the door a figure flew past you, knocking you over in the process.

“HEY!” You cocked your gun. “Freeze, bitch.”

The witch stopped in her tracks and turned around with a wicked grin on her face. “You can kill me if you want, but it won’t save your little boyfriend down there. My sister is waiting on him right now. We knew who you were before you even walked in the door, Y/N.” She sneered your name, and it sent shivers down your spine. “You and those Winchester boys are as good as dead. So go ahead, shoot me if you want, but it won’t stop-”

BANG.

The witch dropped dead and you took off running down the stairs and into the basement, where you found an unconscious Dean with another witch standing over him dropping a fluorescent green powder on his body. You didn’t hesitate to drop that one too. As the bitch hit the ground, there was a blinding light coming from Dean’s body.

“Dean!” you cried out to him as you shielded your eyes. As soon as it dissipated, you turned to run to him but stopped short in your tracks. Where Dean had just been lying, there was now a toddler sitting in his spot staring at you.

“Dean?” you hesitantly asked.

“I hate fweakin’ witches Y/N. Fix dis! I can’t even speak wight! I can’t wet Sammy see me wike dis! Pwease Y/N, don’t wet him see me.” The little boy cried as he wrapped his arms around your legs.

You stooped down to pick him, trying to contain your laughter. “Honey it’ll be okay. We’re going to need his help changing you back though. You know I’m no good with this magic stuff. If you make me do it myself, I could turn you into a toad for all we know!”

Dean’s eyes went wide at that statement. “Awight fine. But he better not waugh at me! I’m gonna kick his sowwy ass if he does!”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter any longer. “Oh Dean, I’m sorry! I just can’t help it! You’re so tiny and adorable and your little toddler speak is just so god damn funny!” He glared at you as you wiped at the tears streaming down your face.

“Are you done yet? Can we go find Sammy now, pweeeeease?”

With one more small outburst of laughter, you nodded your head. You went to grab the keys to the Impala off the basement floor when your phone started ringing. You grinned when you saw Sam’s name pop up on the caller ID.

“Heya Sammy. So, is it a shtriga?”

“No. I didn’t see any rotten handprints outside the windows. You still think this is a witch?”

“Oh yeah. Two witches, actually. But don’t worry, I took them both out. It was pretty easy actually. You ready to say sorry?”

“Oh shut it. Where is Dean? Put him on the phone.”

Dean vehemently shook his head. “He’s…ahh…not able to talk right now Sam.”

Sam groaned. “He got hit, didn’t he?”

You giggled. “Yeah, he did. But it’s really not that bad!”

“Ugh. Just get back to the motel so we can pack up and get back to the bunker. I’ll fix…whatever is wrong with him when we get there. Why is it always his dumbass that gets hit with the spells? He gets so whiny and childish when it happens.”

You chuckled again. “Oh Sammy, you have no idea. We’ll see you soon.”

You hung up on Sam and wrapped Dean in your arms once more, carrying him out to the Impala. You definitely didn’t miss the way his little toddler hands clung to your shirt and how his head nestled into the crook of your neck. You smiled to yourself, knowing that even in his current state he still sought out comfort in you; and this time it was literally in your arms.

By the time you made it back to the motel, Sam was already packed and ready to go. You walked up to the door and put dean on the ground just out of sight. Crouching down to his level once more, you whispered, “wait here for just a second, okay? I’m gonna try to ease him into this and try to get him not to laugh at you. I know this is hard, but we’ll be home and you’ll be back to your macho, manly self in no time.” You kissed his forehead and as you pulled away, you could have sworn you heard a little whimper come from the tiny boy. He grabbed your hand as you opened the door.

“Sam!” you called out to the giant.

“Hey. Where’s Dean? I need to know what kind of spell he was hit with so I can start doing research. I should have all the ingredients I need for the counterspell back at the bunker, but I just need to make sure. So what is it this time? Is he blind again? Or deaf this time? Or maybe he was turned into an animal! Ahahaha that would be great. What-”

“SAM!” you finally yelled, and you felt Dean shrink back just a hair. You whispered “I’m sorry,” to him and gave his hand a little squeeze to comfort him. “It’s none of those. He hasn’t been turned into an animal either. He’s been turned into…well…he’s still Dean, just…smaller?”

Sam gave you a confused look.

“Ugh. Just, don’t laugh, alright? The poor thing is already terrified and that’s enough. One of the witches knocked him out, and by the time I got back to him, the bitch was sprinkling this really bright green powder on him and I was too late to stop the spell. I ganked her, but it didn’t reverse it. It’s not his fault. I shouldn’t have left him alone… Just wait here for two seconds.” You turned back to Dean outside. “You ready?” you asked him. He gave you a small nod and you could tell he was trying to hold back tears.

This wasn’t easy for him, especially with Sam here. He was always protecting you and Sam, and being this little, he was helpless really. That was a new feeling for him, and it wasn’t lost on you. You felt horrible for him. You picked him up the way a mother would her own children and pressed his face against your neck.

“Shhh, sweetheart. It’s gonna be okay. I’m right here, and I won’t let you go, okay? I’ll be right here the whole time.”

He nodded and you felt a few tears wet the skin of your neck, and your heart broke for him. He deserves so much better than this.

“Sam if you laugh at him, I’ll string you up myself. He’s been through enough, alright?” you said as you poked your head in through the door.

“Scouts honor. Is he alright? Is he injured?”

You sighed and gave the toddler one final squeeze as you stepped over the threshold, letting the door click shut behind you. As the door shut, Dean let out the tiniest of whimpers. That one you heard. You ran a hand soothingly up and down his back as Sam slapped a hand over his mouth and his eyes went wide. You gave him a glare as a warning. Slowly, Sam composed himself enough to speak.

“Dean? You alright dude?” he asked softly.

“I’m good, Sammy. Pwease just fix me. I don’t wanna be wike dis anymore…”

Sam’s eyes went wide again, but this time it was in shock. Dean sounded wrecked, and it took everything you had not to sob against his little shoulder. Sam looked at you and saw the tears in your eyes, and gave you a curt nod.

“I’ll fix this man, as soon as we get home. I think I know what I need, but if I’m right it may take another day. The potion has to sit for 24 hours in order to turn you back to the right age. Otherwise, it could backfire and have some serious consequences.” Sam grinned. “Don’t worry, Jerk.”

You felt Dean perk up a little at Sam’s addition. “Shut up, Bitch,” he mumbled against your neck, and all three of you gave a little laugh.

Dean asked you to drive, but Sam grumbled about his legs being crushed if the seat was moved up that far. After a few minutes of the two of you arguing with a toddler in the parking lot, and a handful of very strange looks from people passing by, you had finally come to an agreement. You would sit in the back with Dean while Sam drove you all home. Dean wasn’t happy because he wasn’t the one driving, but seeing as his legs were only a foot long, it was impossible for him to do so.

Dean curled up against your side and fell asleep about 30 minutes into the trip. You felt your eyes grow heavy not long after, so you let Sam know you were gonna take a nap as well. You carefully picked Dean up and scooted down the seat so you could lie across the length of it. Pressing him to your chest, you rolled the both of you onto your sides with his back to the back of the leather seats, and his face resting against your chest. His little hand came up to rest on your cheek and he let out a small sigh. Just before you fell asleep, you could have sworn you heard Dean whisper, “I wuv you Y/N.”

Sam was gently shaking you awake a few hours later, letting you know you had made it home. He smiled when you instinctively wrapped your arms around Dean a little tighter before your eyes shot open. He held his hands up, knowing you wake up ready to fight when you get protective like this; especially when it came to Dean. You relaxed a little when you took in your surroundings.

You tried to move off the seat without waking Dean, but your right ass cheek had fallen asleep and you lost your balance. You fell off the seat and hit the floorboard with a loud “OOMPF!” and Dean shot up like a bullet. You pulled him to you and gave him a quick hug, letting him know everything was okay.

“We’re home now sweetheart. Sammy’s already hitting the books. Why don’t we go get you cleaned up?” You offered him your hand, which he promptly took in his own, and you led him to the bathroom. You picked him up and sat him on the sink top. You grabbed a washcloth and let the water from the sink get nice and warm before soaking the water up with it. As gently as possible, you ran the washcloth over Dean’s face, trying to get all the dirt and tear streaks off him. Then you wiped his hands and feet. When he was sufficiently clean, you threw the washcloth back into the sink and placed Dean on your hip, humming some tune to yourself as you went. Dean watched you with admiration.

“You know, you’d make a good mommy,” he said as he placed his head on your shoulder once more.

You froze at his words, not knowing how to respond. Your heart clenched at thoe thought of having your own children. You leaned your head against his smaller one and let out a sigh. “I don’t really think that’s in the cards for me… I’ll just take what I can get for now.”

“What’s dat?” he hummed in response.

You knew he was falling asleep again, but you decided to take a chance anyways. “You. I like taking care of you Dean. You and Sam, you’re all I have left. So I dote on you and love you because you deserve it. And you deserve it more than anyone, Dean. You deserve to be loved and to have someone take care of you from time to time. You don’t always have to be the macho, manly man. It’s okay to need and want to be taken care of sometimes, and I want to be that person for you. So when this is all over, please, let me in. Let me love you and take care of you the way you do me and Sammy…” You trailed off, waiting for a response. “Dean?”

He was passed out on your shoulder once more. You sighed in defeat when Sam startled you from behind.

“Don’t give up, Y/N. Not yet, anyways. He loves you just like you do him, I swear. I wouldn’t tell you that if it weren’t true; you know I’m not that cruel. It’s just hard for him. I can’t even begin to imagine how hard this is for him. He hasn’t been treated like this since before mom died…”

And just like that, your heart broke all over again. This time, for both the boys. With Dean still balanced on your hip, you pulled Sam in for a hug and he let out a short sob. He wrapped his long arms around both you and the little boy and allowed himself to cry for a few moments.

Sam sniffled. “Anyways, I found the right counter-spell for him. It’s ready now.”

“I thought it had to ‘stew’?”

“No, that was for a different one. The powder the witch used was simple.”

“Alright, you go get it set up. I’ll wake little man here and let him know.”

You tried to keep the disappointment out of your voice, but when Sam shot you one of his sympathetic looks before he walked off, you knew you had failed. You held Dean to you a little tighter as you swayed and hummed your way down the hallway. You stroked Dean’s hair, trying to gently coax him awake.

“Dean baby, it’s time to wake up,” you quietly murmured against his head. “Sammy got the potion ready for you.”

“Not a baby. Wanna sleep. Dwink it in da morning.” He snuggled in closer to your neck and began softly snoring.

You let out a sigh and went to go talk to Sam. You found him in the library hovering over some foul smelling concoction.

“Does he have to drink it now? I can’t get him to wake up…”

“It takes a while to take effect, so he should really do it now. Let me see if I can wake him.”

You gave Sam a small shrug as you handed Dean to him. Sam started tickling the boy’s sides, and Dean responded by bolting upright and yelling.

“I’m awake, Bitch. Tanks for dat.”

Sam chuckled. “You’re welcome. Jerk.”

He set Dean down on top of the nearest table and handed him the potion. You watched as Dean awkwardly plugged his nose and simultaneously tipped the cup back, downing all the liquid like he would a glass of whiskey. He gagged and coughed after it was done and immediately reached for you with a whine. You picked him up once more and let him curl into your body as you moved back down the hall to his bedroom. You placed him on his bed before drawing up the blankets to cover him up, tucking him in with care. You had almost gotten out of the room when you heard his small voice.

“Y/N? Pwease stay. I don’t wanna be awone…”

You quickly moved back into the room, clicking the door shut behind you. As you got into his bed, he wrapped his little arms around your neck, and you curled your body around his. You began petting his hair and singing.

Hey Jude

Don’t make it bad

Take a sad song, and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude

Don’t be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain

Hey Jude, refrain

Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder

Soon, the soft snores coming from his tiny form lulled you into sleep as well.

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When you woke in the morning, you quickly realized that Dean was not tiny any longer. He was quite large, in fact, and currently smothering you with his arm slung over your neck and one of his legs on top of both your own. You gently tried to lift his arm, but he moved it suddenly and it dropped on your face, causing you to squeak in surprise.

He shot upright and looked at you for a moment before he realized he was back to his adult self. He tackled you back down onto the bed with a roaring laugh and hugged you tight. Before you could even react, his lips were on yours in a passionate kiss. As soon as he released you, you opened your mouth to say something, but he shushed you with his hand against your mouth.

“I need to say this, so please, let me get it all out, okay?”

You nodded in agreement.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve been an ass. I’m terrified of caring too much about you, Y/N, because the people I care about always leave. I’m terrified of loving you, because then you become a playing piece for some monster to use and hurt, and I can’t have that happening. But drowning myself in all that fear, I blinded myself to what was actually going on; I never meant to hurt you. I thought that I was keeping you safe by doing this, and now I know I’m not. Please tell me I’m not too late with this. I’ll understand if I am, I know I should have said all this a long time ago. I was just too much of a coward. But please, please forgive me. I need you. You-”

You cut him off with a bruising kiss. “Of course I forgive you. You could never be too late with this. I could be walking down the aisle to marry some other knucklehead and I would still come running to you. But you have to promise me that you won’t take the easy way out if things get hard with us. I know you, and because I know you, I know that if some big bad tries to hurt me to get to you, you’ll close yourself off. So don’t do that shit, ya hear?”

He nodded violently.

“Good. Now shut up and love me, Winchester.”

“Always and forever, Y/N,” he whispered as he kissed you once more.

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