#she was like I’m so sorry…. u should have taken some gas x and also you have electrolyte things here

[twinknote]

i love trying to ask my mom for help in the form of Literally driving me to the ER and/or picking up some gatorade after throwing up constantly and being in the worst pain of my life and she’s just doing art stuff all day and doesn’t check her phone and then isn’t willing to make the literally 2 min trip to walgreens

[boymeetsweevil]

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Grouping: Reader x Bff!Hyuck

Word Count: ~8.4k

Warnings/Themes: friends to lovers, insecurity, pining, jealous hyuck, like a teaspoon of suggestiveness, yuta is here because i love him

Prompt: “bff!hyuck + friends to lovers. college au and slightly nsfw or however nsfw u wanna make it”

A/N: This commissioned fic is part of the Changes with Luv project, hosted by FicsWithLuv. Here you can find more information about the project, cause, places to donate, and ways to commission a piece or offer your services if you are a content creator. Thank you!

The food court is crowded when you get there. It’s a bit later than ideal after morning classes followed by a study session in the library.

“What are you gonna get,” Donghyuck asks while slinging an arm around your shoulder.

While squinting up at the menu up ahead, he whispers into your ear. Just to make sure his question doesn’t get lost in the chatter around you. You still get goosebumps, though.

“All I know is that it can’t be a bagel. I’m starting to get sick of those.” You rub your arm and he mistakes it for you being cold.

Donghyuck pulls you closer while mumbling half to himself and half to you about what he’ll get.

“I heard they have this new sandwich thing. Johnny told me it has hash browns as the bread.” He peers down at you. “You could try that.”

“Did he say if it was filling or not?”

“No, but if it’s too big for you to eat, we can share it. Or you can use some of my tupperware when we get home,” he says.

When he says ‘home’, he really just means his dorm. There’s a section in the communal first floor kitchen that belongs to him, and it houses all the things his mom sent him with for survival years ago.

Home. As in ‘where you have a place too’. It’s a small difference from your classmates and other friends who say ‘the dorm’ or ‘my place’. But it’s also one of the many ways in which Donghyuck invites you in and makes you feel special. It’s one of the reasons you fell for your best friend.

“Why don’t you just get it?” You try to wriggle out of his grasp but he doesn’t notice and tightens up as the line moves up a bit. “It sounds like you’re the one who wants it, not me.”

“I would...but I think it’s one of the ‘deluxe’ sandwiches.” He pivots so he can envelope you fully from behind, puppy dog eyes out and at the ready. “And I’m in the red again this week.”

“Okay, why are you always in the red? What are you spending your money on?”

You miss the way his eyes drift down instinctively to the empty frappe cup you hold.

“I don’t know. The money just escapes me.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not an econ major, then.”

“Hey!”

He squeezes you tightly from behind and starts to shake you around like a ragdoll. A couple people in line turn at the sudden commotion while you scrabble at the tight vice his arms make around you.

Moments like these are the ones where, if you step back, you could convince yourself that Donghyuck was your boyfriend instead of just your best friend. But you know better than to think that you and he are in the same league. Even if you were, you’d probably be at the back of the line because he’s almost too easy to love.

Donghyuck is the whole package. When he’s not lighting up a room with his charisma and humor, he’s stealing everyone’s attention with his handsome face. It doesn’t help that he’s naturally flirty and generous with touch. Sometimes you think that maybe there’s some side of him that only you get to see, but other times—

“Hyuck!”

You and Donghyuck turn at the same time to see Mila, one of Donghyuck’s department-mates running towards your spot in the slow moving line. The moment stops being private and suddenly there’s a sort of shame bubbling up inside of you. Maybe it’s because you know that people think you’re an odd pair, that Donghyuck is misguided and charitable for hanging out with you. He’s never mentioned it, and the one time you did he blew up at you about it. But still, there’s something about third party appraisal that makes you feel like you’re in someone else’s spot. For all you know it could be Mila’s spot. She’s bright too. Not as bright as Donghyuck, but brighter than you. Since she started coming around Donghyuck, you’ve accepted this. The fact that she now uses your nickname for him makes you feel a whole new type of loss, though.

“Hey,” you both greet her.

She lays a hand on his forearm, squeezing lightly. “Hey, how are you? I’ve been looking for you.”

“Oh, what for?”

“You owe me a movie, silly.”

“Like a physical movie?”

You snort at his obliviousness and Mila responds with a quick glance at the way he drapes himself over you.

“No! Remember when you gave me those movie recommendations?”

“Yeah. To watch on your own time. You don’t have to watch them with me just because I mentioned them.”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

She pouts, grabs his free arm and tugs just hard enough to jostle him. With his arms wrapped around you, you stumble forward when he does.

“Oh, sorry.” Her hands come out like they’re going to steady you, but they get nowhere close enough to actually do the job. “Didn’t see you there.”

“She said ‘hi’,” Donghyuck chimes in before you can make up some excuse for why it’s okay that you almost fell on your face.

“I must have just missed you then,” she gazes down at you, “You’re so quiet.”

“Just watching the line,” you say.

The line moves forward and Mila moves with you. Clearly she’s not planning on leaving. She’s waiting you out and it’s working. You feel awkward enough that you need to get out, even if it means you cede something to Mila.

“Hyuck,” You turn and lay your hand on the back of his neck. It looks like a comfortable hand on the shoulder that went too far north, but that trajectory was calculated. He shivers like you know he will because he always does. It’s been a sensitive spot since you met him.

“Huh?” His voice is already sounding far away.

“I’m gonna go wait at a table. You can order for me.”

You make a point to pat at the arms he has wrapped around your middle still. The motion drags Mila’s eyes to the point of contact and she smirks a little. Donghyuck might only see you as a friend, but Mila mistakenly sees you as an obstacle. It’s petty, but you kind of want to make her think she has to work a little hard to get to him. Even if you don’t stand a chance.

In the end, the flash in Mila’s eyes is worth having to go find a place to sit during the lunch rush. You replay the moment over in your head, barely watching where you’re going in the crowded food court until you run into someone. If it weren’t for the quick pair of hands grabbing your upper arms at the last second, you might have taken a rather nasty fall.

“I’m sorry, that was my fault.”

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.”

The hands disappear once you’re stable while the voice lingers. It’s familiar but you don’t know why. When you take too long to put a name to a face, the person chuckles at you. At the very least, this mystery person is uniquely handsome with pretty teeth.

“You don’t remember me?”

“Can I have a hint?”

“What if you pretend to throw up on my shirt? Then would you remember?”

“Oh god,” you cover your face with your hands. Suddenly you recall the party last week where the pizza didn’t agree with you. “Yuta,” you groan.

“Hmm. My name sounds nice when you say it like that.”

You feel your face get hot as you peek at him from between your fingers. Last week you’d fallen face first into his lap while he was innocently sitting on a sofa. You’d proceeded to throw up onto his chest after he asked you for your name.

“Just kill me. It’d be less painful than this.”

“I don’t know. I think me still trying to hit on you afterward just for your boyfriend to send me murder eyes and whisk you away was way more painful than a little bit of vomit.”

“My boyfriend?”

“That little Hyucko guy, right?”

Yuta points behind you, and you turn to find him gesturing at Donghyuck. He’s still with Mila, but he’s clearly watching you talk with Yuta instead of engaging in small talk in line. You wave him off, hoping he’s not thinking you’re in danger.

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Sucks for him, then.”

Furrowing your brows, you return your gaze back to Yuta.

“But good for me,” he continues, “I don’t have to feel bad for asking you for your number now.”

“M-my number?”

“Is there another way to get to know the girl who threw up on me?”

“Uh, sure, why not?”

Yuta hands you his phone with a smile that looks so triumphant, you have to turn away slightly. His gaze on you is a bit too open, too pleased. You’re definitely not used to this type of attention, but you can’t say you’re mad at him for it. After typing in your number and name, he takes the phone back and reads your name out loud. When you nod in confirmation, he smiles wider.

“So, what are you studying then?”

“I’m studying political science.”

Yuta lets out a low whistle. “Sounds tough.”

“Sometimes, yeah. What are you studying?”

“Astronomy.”

“That’s very romantic.” He smiles in response.

“I suppose so, yeah. I guess you’d have to be romantic to look into an abyss full of flaming gas balls and think that’s fascinating.”

“Sorry to hear about your hot balls. You should probably get that checked out. I’m studying literature.”

Donghyuck shows up with a tray full of your food and takeout containers.

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “‘Sup?”

“What are you doing here? Did you come to bully the baristas?”

“Clever,” Yuta eyes him up and down. “You know I’m a grad student in the astronomy department. How do you forget every time?”

“Ah, you’re right. How could I forget. So what are you, like, 45 now?”

“Hyuck!”

“Sorry,” he sniffs. Clearly, he’s not sorry.

He trudges off to the nearest empty table to put the food down long enough to pack it up. You follow behind, with Yuta trailing alongside you.

“I’m sorry about him. Usually he’s...well, actually he is kind of like that.”

“I don’t mind. I just wanted to say that it was nice to finally meet you officially,” he starts off.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Same.”

Something about your response must be funny because Yuta laughs again to himself before shoving his phone back in his pocket.

“Can I call you some time?”

“Me?”

He laughs again. “Yes, you.”

“Okay.”

“Cool.”

You say your goodbyes to Yuta. It’s awkwardly formal because you’re not sure how these things usually go. When you finish waving a stilted hand at him, you turn around to find the food has been packed up and Donghyuck is fuming silently behind you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t get why he of all people decided to butt in.”

He starts walking towards the exit, long legs eating up the distance at a speed that means you have to jog a little.

“You sure something’s not up? Because I don’t really get what we were doing that was so important in the first place. Not much to butt in on anyway.”

“Well, you know.”

“No, I don’t.”

He huffs and continues speed walking. “We had plans to eat lunch at my place. And he delayed that. Now I’m even hungrier.”

“I thought we were eating at your place because you weren’t hungry enough to eat there.”

“I—I mean, yeah. But I started getting hungry in line.”

You point at the wrapped muffin in his hand. “Couldn’t you have just eaten that?”

“This...is for later.”

Normally you’d try to figure out what it is that’s making Donghyuck so pissy. But your phone starts chiming and by the time you got to his front door, the little message notification on your phone had gone off a dozen times—all of them from Yuta as you message him on and off. Donghyuck settles for sighing dramatically every time you check your phone.

“Doesn’t he have, like, blimps to stare at? This is too much.”

“Since when is there a limit on how much I text someone?”

“There’s not but—isn’t this a lot? You just met him today.”

“Technically we met last weekend.”

He scowls but admits the point with a wave of his hand and a bite of his food.

“Still. I don’t even text you that much.” Donghyuck sits back in his chair before scoffing. “And no one should text you more than me. I’m your best friend.”

“But what if he was my boyfriend?”

“He’s not,” he snaps. There’s enough intensity in his voice to surprise you both. He reels it in a bit with an apologetic tilt of his shoulders over his plate. “Sorry. But—have you heard what people say about him? He’s a complete dick to the people he sleeps with. Plus, he’s ancient.”

“He’s only turning 26 in October.”

“So you know his birthday now?”

“Yes?” You put your napkin down, hash browns nearly finished. “And maybe I’m using him too. Bet you didn’t think of that.”

“Oh,” he says after a beat.

“Anyway, I don’t get why you’re so mad about this.”

“M’not mad,” he mumbles.

“Sure.”

You continue texting Yuta as you eat your lunch. Donghyuck huffs as he discards his trash and goes to his room to change into more comfortable clothes. While he’s gone, you glance at your phone guiltily.

It’s not that you’re so engrossed with the smalltalk with Yuta that you can’t put your phone down. Honestly, you want to just put your phone down and go plaster yourself to your best friend. But standing less than 2 feet away from Donghyuck and still feeling like he was unreachable earlier at the cafeteria really knocked some sense into you. If Donghyuck was the sun, you were merely a planet caught in his pull, orbiting around him. He wasn’t meant to orbit around you.

Donghyuck emerges from his room looking only mildly pouty at this point and in a sweatshirt and joggers. Seeing him in pajamas is your favorite thing. It’s why you like hanging out at his place so much because as soon as you settle in, he changes out of his regular clothes.

“Are you staying?” There’s only a touch of petulance still lingering in his voice.

“Do you want me to stay?”

“Of course.”

He says it so matter-of-factly that you have to turn away under the guise of finishing the last bites of your lunch to hide a shy smile. The words sound so sweet coming from his lips, even when it’s not meant in the way you wish.

You settle down on the couch to get some more work done, but the hash browns sneak up on you. Donghyuck watches silently from his battered copy of Dante’s Inferno at your eyes drooping closed. He’s known you long enough to know the signs of your food comas when he sees them. He shuts his book after marking the page and gets up from his spot on the carpet.

“Come on,” he shakes your upper arm lightly.

“What? What’s going on?”

“Let’s watch some TV.”

“I’m working, I can’t just—”

“You've been on the same page for 15 minutes.

“How would you know?”

“Because I stopped reading 20 minutes ago.”

By now, any traces of his strange anger are replaced by smug amusement. You let yourself be manhandled off your seat and take the trek to his bedroom. He flips through channels while you can dig something up from his closet to change into. Donghyuck has a strict no street clothes rule when it comes to lounging.

“Sexy,” he drawls, looking at your outfit choice.

It’s one of his shirts with an oversized neckline due to an accident with the 10-year-old dryers in the basement of the dorms and a pair of ratty long johns to beat the cold of the AC. It’s not cute per se but it was all he had clean.

“Shut up.” You sit down near the arm of the couch next to him. “What are you gonna do after this? Don’t you have a department dinner?”

“Yeah, but I can skip it.”

“Hyuck, don’t skip department events.”

“I already have a rec letter from Dr. Chittaphon, though. So I don’t need to kiss ass anymore”

“He finally wrote it for you?”

In your excitement, you grab his closest hand in yours, giving a congratulatory smile. He smiles back an almost tender smile. In the privacy of his own dorm with none of his other classmates around, he nods with some enthusiasm.

“He told me about it yesterday. He said I can use it for as many lit programs as I want.”

“That’s amazing.”

Donghyuck’s cheeks flush a deep ruby as he fiddles with the knitted quilt to pull over you. True to his word he has some inane show queued up on the tiny TV he brought with him from home. But once the lights are off and the coffee table is pushed close enough to support your feet, you succumb to sleep. Donghyuck is radiating warmth and an extra something that, combined with the background noise from the TV, makes you feel like you’re floating. You shift so you’re pillowed by the arm of the couch and drift off pretend the moment is something else.

***

You wake up from the nap to the sound of your phone alerting you to a new message. The phone is resting on the coffee table, so you sit up to get it only to realize you can’t quite move. Donghyuck’s arms are wrapped tightly around your torso and his head has migrated to your shoulder from it’s resting place when he was sitting up. He’s so close that the tip of his nose grazes your neck. You test just how stuck you are by moving toward the table a bit. Donghyuck responds with a grumble and a warning nuzzle of his cheek against your clavicle.

The moment you decide to move one of his arms, he pulls you in closer and presses his open mouth to your exposed shoulder. It feels almost like a kiss, but then he lets out a snore that reminds you of your family pug and all the romance is gone. You continue to shift as best you can to reach your phone.

The notification on your screen tells you that the message is from Yuta, yet again. Donghyuck is still fast asleep when you peek down at him. Just to be sure he doesn’t wake up, you turn onto your side. Even in his sleep he follows you, readjusting his grip on you while slotting his face into your nape and his knees behind yours. Thankfully the couch is wide enough that he doesn’t push you off the edge. With the brightness and volume turned down, you open up your messages.

there’s gonna be another NKT frat party in two weeks it’ll be no fun if you’re not there

Donghyuck’s words about Yuta’s reputation ring in your head but you don’t really care. Instead his flirtation makes you feel zippy. He might be a player but you’re play the game too. You type a response out quickly.

i guess i could go...u better make it worth it my while.

After you press send you have to bite your tongue to hold in a laugh. You’re not sure why you’re having so much fun. A small smile makes it to your face and you press the phone to your chest only for it to go off once more.

“I don’t get it,” Donghyuck groans. His breath hits the side of your throat while he rubs his eyes. “He can’t be that interesting.”

Even though he’s not pleased with Yuta’s constant messaging, Donghyuck’s grip on you doesn’t let up. In fact, he tucks his face securely over your shoulder and merely plucks the phone out of your hands.

“Can I read what he sent?”

“I guess,” you mumble.

It’s hard to be annoyed at him when he’s warm and soft behind you from sleep. He hands you the phone so you can unlock it before taking it back and finding the latest message.

“He said, ‘by the end of the party, i promise it will have been worth it. how do you like your toast in the morning?’”

“Oh god. Don’t read it out loud, that makes it so unsexy.”

“That’s because he’s unsexy. Just tell him to fuck off.”

“If you don’t think he’s sexy then don’t fuck him.” He pinches at your sides and you yelp. “Plus, I don’t really have a reason to blow him off so quickly.”

“Uh, yes. Yes, you do.”

“I already told you I don’t care if he’s not the marrying type.”

“T-there are other reasons.”

“What are they?”

There’s a long pause.

“Okay, I can’t think of any right now, but I know they’re there. So just...please. You’re way out of his league, anyway.”

You snort. “Right. I’m not hot enough to get free drinks from people, so if I’m out of his league, what are you?”

From the little spoon position, you can’t see Donghyuck’s cheeks burn in embarrassment. Sophomore year you two had snuck into a bar and a few senior girls sent some drinks to your table after seeing him in a leather jacket. Since then the freebies have only increased now that he’s lost some of his baby face and invested in jeans that fit.

“Besides,” you snatch the phone back. “He’s the only one who seems to find me attractive lately.”

“There are other people who find you attractive.”

There’s a seriousness in his voice that startles you a bit. Donghyuck is a free spirit so there’s not much that makes him mad. But now his voice is a shade more gravelly than normal. When you roll onto your back you see that his brows slant heavy over his eyes. He looks truly upset. And you’re not sure why. It takes you by surprise and it must show on your face, because instantly his eyes go softer and he’s laying back down beside you.

“Even if that’s true, Hyuck, those people aren’t lining up at my door.” Donghyuck mouth purses against the back of your neck in frustration. “At least Yuta is being loud and clear. I can’t fault him for that. Just like I can’t date someone whose feelings I never know.”

“Fair enough.” He sighs finally, his words taking you by surprise. “You sure you don’t like him at least a little bit, though? This seems like a lot for someone you don’t actually care about.”

“No, I have...someone else.”

Donghyuck shoots forward to peer at you with wide eyes. “Who is it?”

“I don’t wanna say.”

“Come on, that’s not fair.”

“If I told you, I would jinx everything.”

He eyes you silently but doesn’t push much more.

“Is Yuta suddenly an option so you can get over this mystery person?”

“Maybe.”

“Then I’ll do my best to help out.”

“What does that mean?” Donghyuck sits up, probably energized by the nap.

“Yuta is the type of guy that wants what he can’t have. So you have to show him that he can’t have you.”

“Okay, I see where you’re going and I honestly kind of like the early 2000’s rom-com vibes. But how do you make someone think you’re taken when you’re single?”

“Leave it to me.”

Leaving things up to Donghyuck harebrained schemes often means that you aren’t in the loop even when you’re technically in the loop.

Yuta and you text on and off during the whole week leading up to the NKT party. Per Donghyuck’s advice, you give short answers and always take longer than an hour to open his selfies after he sends them. When you do respond with a selfie, you’re never alone in them. A picture of you coyly sipping from the straw in your iced coffee with Donghyuck’s shoulder in the background. A picture of your legs while you study in bed with Donghyuck’s hand partially cropped in the left corner. One of them was supposed to be a mirror selfie to show your outfit, but Donghyuck is fully present with a smug grin and a “friendly” arm wrapped around your waist. When your best friend first proposed the idea to you, it sounded like bro code bullshit. But it seemed to work.

While his snap stories remain full of other ‘acquaintances’, Yuta’s messages get a little more lovey dovey the more you ignore him. There’s suddenly a flood of texts telling you he can’t wait to see you and calling you baby. The act seems to be taking a toll on Donghyuck judging by his scowls after every photo you send. But you just can’t help laughing at how petty guys can be.

Friday rolls around and you’re actually debating whether or not you should bring a condom to the party. You obviously don’t know what size Yuta wears, but with the way he’s been talking over text you think maybe the evening might end well. Help-me-get-over-my-best-friend sex can still be good sex, even if it doesn’t help you get over your best friend.

So you take extra time in the shower Friday night, shimmy into something tight, and wait for Donghyuck to arrive at your place so you can leave to the party together. You had wanted to go with your classmate Jennie, since Donghyuck is a bit of a homebody. But that night he wanted to come, saying something about seeing his plan through.

When Donghyuck arrives, you’re taking a swig from one of the tiny nip bottles of vodka that you stashed in your purse. After a mere 5 seconds of having arrived, he takes one look at you and immediately groans.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just stay in? We can order Chicken Haus and watch that new show you put on my DVR. Or I could hire a stripper. I’m sure we could find one that’s way more personable than Yuta.”

“Hyuck, I need to do this. It’ll be good for everyone involved.”

“But why am I part of that everyone?”

“You said you would help me with this. And you’re forgetting that Mila is gonna be there.”

Sadly, it was also too early in the night and you hadn’t drunk nearly enough to be able to tell him that he’s involved because he’s the one you're trying to get over. You empty the first tiny bottle and begin downing the second one as you begin the trek to the NKT house.

“What does Mila have to do with anything?”

“While I’m hopefully...doing my thing, you can be doing yours. With her.”

“Why would I want to sleep with Mila?”

“You don’t want to sleep with Mila?”

“No? Who said I did?”

“Oh.”

Donghyuck scoffs at you like you’re speaking gibberish and passes around you when you stop in your tracks again. When you catch up to him, he swipes the new nip bottle out of your hand and finishes it in one gulp.

***

The party is in full swing when you arrive. You stand in the doorway of the front entrance and take in the scenery. The regular lights have all been switched out for red bulbs. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust and be able to make out faces properly because the color is so saturated.

The music is booming loud enough for you to feel the bass in your chest and echo across the soles of your feet as you walk across the room. Donghyuck helps you part your way through the crowd of bodies swaying to the music to get to the drinks table. With a cup in your hand and liquid courage going down your throat, you feel a little less nervous. You try to be inconspicuous while you scan the room for Yuta, but you don’t find him.

“I don’t see him,” you shout over the music, “What do you wanna do in the meantime?”

“Go home,” Donghyuck scowls into his cup.

You flip him off for being a wet blanket and finish the contents of your cup. Just as you move for a refill, you happen to find Yuta in the crowd. He’s not alone either. There’s a girl with long red hair in front of him, dancing while he smiles wolfishly. You think you recognize her from one of his instagram posts. Suddenly, you’re not feeling so bold anymore.

“There he is,” you say just loud enough for Donghyuck to catch. Even over the music he can hear the resignation in your voice. He follows your gaze over to the dark corner where the girl now has herself pressed against him.

“Shit.”

“Yeah. Shit.” Donghyuck straightens up.

“It’s not too late, though.”

“How is it not? She’s practically got him in a to-go box.”

“Maybe, but he might just not know you’re here. You can still plant the seed. You know, let him know what he’s missing, at least.”

Donghyuck’s features are now angled in focus. In the red party lights, the serious expression squares off his jaw, sharpens the planes of his face. He looks handsome and he wants to help you even though he hates the guy he’s trying to help you with. You don’t know whether to be angry or feel fond. It’s not like you really want him to help you get with another guy, but the fact that he’s swallowing his own pride to do it shows he cares. He’s a good friend, you muse. And you can’t mess that up just because you caught feelings.

With vodka and spiked punch humming in your veins, you toss your shoulders back and grab your friend’s hand. Making a beeline through the crowd once more, you make sure to end up in a spot that’s directly in Yuta’s eyeline. Donghyuck falls in front of you instinctively, acting as a wall to spy behind. The music changes and you move with it to look natural. Your arms come up to wrap around your friend’s broad shoulders and your body comes up to press against his. Donghyuck looks down at you.

“Sorry,” you plead through the thumping bass of the song, “I know this is weird but I just figured if it looked like—”

“No, I get it. Keep going.”

Then, he’s locking you in with a hand on the small of your back and stepping in time with the beat of the song. You follow suit and as soon as you do, Yuta looks away from his friend for a split second. Your eyes meet, he takes in the scene, and you give him your best teasing grin. Instantly he looks intrigued. His eyes don’t return to the girl in front of him and instead he raises an eyebrow. As if to say ‘I thought you said he wasn’t your boyfriend’. You respond with a coy eye roll but also graze your hands lightly up the column of Donghyuck’s back for effect. You’re so caught up in your act that you forget yourself and go so far as to rake your nails across the nape of his neck. He shivers against you and for a moment you think you’ve crossed a line. But then he’s spinning you around.

Now your back is to Yuta while Donghyuck sizes the older man up. The plan is no longer in your control and you’re nervous.

“What are you doing,” you hiss into his ear.

“I’m just doing my part.”

Donghyuck makes sure Yuta is watching before leaning in and pressing his mouth to yours. Once the initial shock wears off, you freeze up for a different reason. On the one hand, this is what you’ve been waiting for. On the other hand, this isn’t how you had imagined your first kiss with him. You certainly don’t want it to have happened only because he was trying to get some other guy interested in.

The way his lips caress yours softly makes you pliant for a moment. You let your guard down and pull him closer with a sigh. His arms come to wrap around you completely and it feels so real then. It feels like the room is spinning. And then you realize it’s actually spinning as Donghyuck turns you both around just in time to give Yuta a glimpse of your entwined figures.

You don’t see the way the older student frowns lightly while being dragged away by his lady friend. All you see is a reminder that none of this is real. The way Donghyuck hugs you to his chest minutely as you kiss him isn’t real. The sweetness of the way he nudges his nose against you and switches the angle of the kiss isn’t real. The way he murmurs your name briefly against your lips before coming in to kiss you again, hidden from Yuta, is...not real?

You push at him roughly. He stumbles back like he’s drunk even though he drank a fraction of the amount you did.

“Donghyuck”

“Mission accomplished.” He grins at Yuta’s retreating back, passing his hand over his mouth.

“What was that?”

“Huh? Oh, that was just...it was just something to seal the deal.”

“Right.” You look down at your feet. “It was an act.”

“Yeah, no, it wasn’t real.”

He laughs but it comes out airy and broken. You try to laugh too but the sound catches in your mouth and a hitch comes out instead.

“Would it have been that awful if it were real?”

You watch as his jaw drops and he frantically looks anywhere but at you. It’s a trap of a question. A trap for the both you really, but you can’t stop yourself from asking.

“What do you mean? Like if we...if you and I were—”

“Forget it. That would be crazy, I don’t know why I even said that. I’m gonna go get some air.”

“Hey.”

The NKT house is one that you’ve visited a couple times for parties, so you’re lucky in that you know the layout well enough to be able to find a back door quickly. There’s not that many people on the porch that you find, so you don’t feel that bad about nudging some empty hard cider cans out of the way and letting out a pathetic little cry.

The rejection isn’t actually all that hard to take; you’d come to accept that Donghyuck was not for you. You hate the sound of your watery voice as you basically asked him if you had a shot only for him to act like he was being held hostage. The couple who had been making out on the other end of the porch get turned off by the weepy background music you make and head inside.

Sounds of another person walking onto the patio interrupt your crying, but you figure if you just cry louder they’ll be gone soon. When the footsteps get closer and eventually end up to your right, you wipe your nose discreetly and take a step away.

“Rough night?”

Yuta stands next to you with a smile. It’s not quite as sharp as the other times as he looks you over.

“You probably aren’t looking for this right now, but I just want to say you clean up real nice.”

“Gee, thanks.” You smooth a hand over the fabric of your clothes. “What are you doing out here?”

“I came to find you actually. Can’t stop thinking about you lately.”

You scoff. “Where’s your friend from earlier?”

“Her? She’s just a colleague.”

“She looked like she liked you,” you say quietly.

“I guess so. I’ve definitely seen that look before. Maybe that’s what it is.”

“Trust me, I know that look when I see it.”.

“I bet you do.” He pins you with an amused look.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You cross your arms and turn to him. He chuckles at your sudden annoyance, looking oddly charmed by it.

“Easy, cowgirl.” He lays a relaxed hand on your shoulder, pulling you near. “All I meant was that you must be sick of getting that look from your little ‘not boyfriend’.”

“He’s really not my boyfriend. And he doesn’t—”

“Look, I’m an observant person. I see things. I can read people.” He puts his beer bottle down and uses the now free hand to wipe at the drying tear tracks on your cheeks. “I know when someone’s trying to make me jealous.”

“About that—”

“And I know when someone is head over heels with someone else. And that guy? He’s completely gone.”

“Yuta, I’m sorry about trying to play with your emotions like that. I’m sure you get your fair share of that.”

“Eh, it‘s whatever.” He shrugs. “I will say that you did a good job. It was fun, even if I did get a bit jealous at the end.”

“It wasn’t completely my idea,” you confess.

“I think I kinda knew that.”

You stand in what you think might be companionable silence with Yuta. He takes another swig from his beer while leaving his hand lingering on you. Not in a sleazy way, but perhaps in an attempt at being comforting. Like maybe he’s trying to be a friend.

“So, what’s the deal with your friend?”

“He’s...I think it’s one-sided. I basically confessed out there and his response was kind of bad.”

Yuta turns to lean against the porch railing. You face out into the trees behind NKT house, he faces the house, watching people pass by and stop on the patio.

“What kind of bad?”

“It was like the idea of us together froze him or something. He got so nervous, he started stuttering. I just booked it out of there after that.”

“How do you know it was because he didn’t like the idea? What if he was, like, trying to contain his excitement or something?”

“That would be amazing. But the likelihood of that is insane. I mean, you and him are kind of alike.”

“Excuse me,” Yuta bawks. You laugh a little and pat his arm reassuringly.

“I just mean that you and he are both cool guys.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

“He’s super cool and funny and handsome and...warm? It’s probably just simple math or physics—how can you not love him?”

Yuta hums, eyes still trained on the partygoers passing by the porch entrance. Someone walks by the open frantically, then comes back to stand in the doorframe.

“I don’t know. Maybe you have a word for this since you’re in astronomy but isn’t that just how it works? The planets just gravitate around the sun. It’s not the other way around. He’s the sun and I’m...”

“Pluto?”

“Yeah, actually.”

You laugh because it’s a little sad but it’s perfect for your analogy. Pluto. Not even a real planet, doesn’t really belong with some of the other giants that have moons and rings of their own. But still helplessly circling the sun because the laws of the universe won’t let it go that easily.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” Yuta says after a moment.

“Oh, uh, okay.”

You continue to look out at the backyard. With your eyes having adjusted a long time ago, you enjoy the dark cobalt of the night sky and the ink blot silhouettes of the trees in the forest that runs along the school’s border. The air has grown crisp and without the alcohol blanket covering you, you’re feeling a bit tired and cold.

“Hey, you misplaced this,” Yuta’s voice sounds again as he ambles back onto the porch. He hands you your bag and phone.

“Crap, you’re a lifesaver.” Oddly enough, you don’t really remember putting them down, but you suppose it was the chaos of the party that blurred the memory.

“I think I have to head out,” you say finally. “It’s clear that my head’s not really in the right place to stay out much later.”

“I get that.” Yuta leans forward and places a soft kiss on your cheek. “But I think I might actually have something related to this in some of my old notes. I’ll send it to you.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, sure.”

Yuta waits around in a surprisingly gentlemanly fashion while you send an awkward text to Donghyuck saying that you’re catching a shared ride back to your dorm and that he doesn’t have to wait up for you.

The following day, you wake up to a knock on your door. Your head is pounding from dehydration and a too-late bedtime the previous night, but you still hobble to the door of your bedroom to see what the commotion is.

“Here.” Your roommate places a stapled book of pages into your hand. “Donghyuck came by to drop this off. He said some guy named Yuta gave it to him and that you would know what it was.”

“Oh-kay,” you yawn and blink down at the paper.

There’s a section highlighted in red on the lined paper. It says BINARY SYSTEMS in neat penmanship. You vaguely remember Yuta mentioning sending you some notes, so you put it at the foot of your bed and plan to read it when you’re more awake.

“You up for brunch tomorrow,” you follow her into the main room and find an overnight bag on the couch.

“Can’t. I’m going to visit my parents tomorrow since my Monday classes got cancelled.”

“Lucky you.”

“We can do next week though.”

“Yeah sure.”

***

Later that Sunday, when you’re stuck in a procrastination loop with your own work, you remember Yuta’s notes. You try to make some sense of them but even with coffee and an afternoon nap, it’s still too jargon-filled to bring any sense to you. So you do the next best thing and type the heading of his notes into an online encyclopedia. The first sentence for the page reads:

A binary system is a system of two astronomical bodies which are close enough that their gravitational attraction causes them to orbit each other...

You don’t really know what Yuta thought you would get from reading this. Maybe he just thought that you would be interested because you made an astronomy analogy. You pull out your phone, about to text Yuta for an explanation, when your phone rings. It’s Donghyuck.

“Hello?” You try to keep your voice neutral, free of embarrassment.

“Hey, where are you?”

“I’m actually just in my dorm.”

“I just saw Daisy. Is she—”

“She’s going home for a few days.”

“Cool. Can I...come up?”

“Yeah. Of course, yeah. I’ll be here.”

You hang up the phone and as soon as you enter the common room, there’s a knock on the door.

“That was fast, you must have—Are you okay?”

There’s dark bruises underneath Donghyuck’s eyes, a sign that he didn’t get much sleep the night before. He smiles self-deprecatingly and holds the door frame for support while taking off his shoes. You note that they’re his shower slides. He’s either more tired than you realize or he was in a hurry to get here. In his hand he holds a cardboard tray carrying two recyclable cups, one filled to the brim with whipped cream like you always ask for.

“I was looking for you,” he blurts. “Friday night. I was looking for you after you ran away.”

“Okay.”

“I was looking for you because as soon as I kissed you I knew I fucked up. But,” he puts his hands up, “not in the way you think.”

“I think I need to sit down for this conversation.”

“I—yeah, okay.”

Donghyuck follows behind you as you migrate to your breakfast table. He looks even more exhausted in the fluorescent lighting hanging above the table. He hands you your cup, and you eat some of the whipped topping thoughtfully.

“How’d you pay for this? Didn’t you say you had a negative balance?”

“I find a way,” he chuckles.

“What were you saying before?”

“I figured you wouldn’t really want to talk to me, but you left your bag and stuff with me, so I was gonna just give it back to you and then give you space, but then I saw you on the porch. With Yuta.”

“Yeah. He came and found me actually. We had a really strange conversation.”

“I know. I heard most of it.”

“Oh. Then you probably know how I feel.”

“Yeah.” He ducks his head to play with the cardboard sleeve sitting around his own cup. “Did you read Yuta’s notes? I gave them to Daisy before she left. She said she’d give them to you.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“And did you...get it?”

“Not really. I think he was just trying to convert me to astronomy”

“Well, after you guys talked, he took your purse from me. And he said he’d send me the notes too. So I read them. And then I didn’t get it so I read more, and then I thought about it and I think I got it.”

“What is it?”

“It’s you and me.”

“How is it you and me?”

“I mean, you kept talking about how I’m like the sun and you’re like Pluto. But we’re something else. It’s not you revolving around me or me revolving around you. We circle each other.”

“So, that means...”

You think back to the discussion you had with Yuta on the back porch of the NKT frat house and it starts to click into place. If hand-holding and back scratches and buying him lunch was your revolution, buying you coffee when he was broke, watching you pretend to do homework, and helping you bag another guy for your own happiness was his. Somehow you had missed so many little things because you were blinded by his light. But now, you could see clearly. Donghyuck wasn’t the sun and you were not Pluto. You were binary stars.

“Hyuck,” you whisper because your throat is suddenly tight.

You get up from your seat, nearly toppling your chair over as you make your way around the table. He opens his arms to meet you halfway and you pull his head to your stomach. Bending at the waist, you press a kiss to the top of his head. He buries his face into the fabric of your shirt and breathes out a deep sigh.

“I love you,” his voice is muffled.

“I love you too.” When he smiles up at you, you take notice of the dark circles under his eyes again. “Have you not been sleeping?”

“I spent a lot of time overthinking everything since Friday night. I kind of haven’t gone to bed since then.”

“You have to take better care of yourself.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, come take a nap.”

He lets you tug him to your room where your bed lays freshly made. You turn the blankets over and gesture for him to get in. He slides in to the wall and then turns to pat the free space beside him.

“Get in.”

“I’m not tired. I slept like a baby these last two days actually.”

His mouth drops open. “How? I felt like I had to read every article about brown giants just to get here.”

“Yeah, see, I didn’t do that.”

“I probably know more than Yuta by now, honestly.”

“You know,” you finally surrender to his annoying patting of the mattress and sit, “He’s not as bad as you made him seem. I actually really liked the vibe while I was talking to him.”

“Why would you tell me that while you get into bed with me?”

You pat his cheek. “I’m just wondering now if maybe some of your attitude towards him was for show.”

“It might have been. But I was feeling desperate.”

“I’ll forgive you if you just go to sleep.”

“I’m too awake to go to sleep.”

“Well, I don’t want to go out and do something just for you to fall asleep like someone’s dad at a baseball game.”

“I don’t do that.”

“You definitely do that.”

You reach a hand out to stroke his hair, making sure to graze the hair at the back of his neck. He freezes up and at first you think it’s just the area being ticklish for him. So you ignore it and continue. But he freezes up again.

“Okay, if you want me to sleep stop doing that.”

“What are you talking about—Oh.” Just as you were pulling your fingers away, you feel something press against your hip. Your eyes grow wide and he buries his face in your neck.

“Sorry, sorry. Don’t worry about me. I’ll go to sleep.”

It’s not the first time you’ve been in this situation. A fair number of times you’ve woken up first after falling asleep in front of the TV, wrapped up in him wherever you slept only to realize that he was still dreaming about ‘nice things’. Sometimes you were able to pretend you were still asleep and he’d quietly disentangle himself before going to sit in your living room until you ‘woke up’ for a second time. Other times, he’d wake up right after you and he’d say the same thing every time. ‘It’s just a reflex’.

“Just a reflex,” you ask because you're not really sure what to do.

“If you want.” He picks his head up then.

“If it’s not just a reflex, what then?”

You inch your hand under the covers at the same time that he props himself up on an elbow, pulling you closer. The sliding sound of clothes seems extra loud in the confines of your room and it makes your face feel hot. His hand appears near the hem of your shirt, grazing the sliver of exposed skin gently enough to make your breath hitch a little.

“Then we can just see where we end up.”

[i-write-sometimes-blog]

Safe (Jyn Erso x Reader)

Request: Can you do a Jyn prompt? I just watched Rogue One and now I’m just sad lol. Like where Jyn and Andor are about to die on Scarif but the reader swoops in to save them just in time before they get obliterated. Now that Jyn gets to see R again, she finally admits her feelings? Thanks, I hope this isn’t too much

Word count: 1,174

A/N: First of all, sorry for the delay, I've been really busy but I finally had the time to write this! Second, I'm a little out of practice so I just hope you like it even if it's a little bad. Have a great day/night!

The battle had already started when you arrived at the tropical planet. Flying through the small islands you could see the rebels running around the beach of Scarif and the big AT-AT walkers getting dangerously close to them but the X-wing arrived just in time to take it down. Such a beautiful landscape for a battle.

The Rebel fleet was ready to attack the Empire on this unexpected mission, ready to do whatever it’d take to get the plans of the superweapon. All of this because of a stubborn girl, all because of Jyn. She was the reason the rebellion was here and was also the main reason you were here, to make sure she wouldn’t get herself killed.

Your mission was to bring in reinforcements to the rebels battling on the beach, however, you were more worried about Jyn. You wanted to find her somehow and make sure she was alright, but as much as you looked around the Imperial base and all the chaos of AT-AT walkers and X-wings you couldn't find her anywhere.

Holding tight to the helm of the U-wing ship you forced yourself to believe that the most probable thing was that she was inside the tall building in the center of the small islands. You just hoped she was alright.

“Where are you, Jyn?” you mumbled to yourself scanning the place one more time only to find out there were too many enemy soldiers. The rebellion was beginning to get out numbered.

And then you finally spotted Jyn.

Jyn and Cassian were leaving the big tower, just as you thought. Your body filled with relief when you saw her, she seemed hurt and exhausted but alive.

The bright smile that started to form on your lips faded away as soon as your eyes met the big explosion rising in the horizon and that was expanding fast, very, very fast. You had to get out of there now, you had to save Jyn.

Punching the gas you hit to go on her rescue

“Come on!” you yelled when you were close to Jyn and Andor that were sitting on the sand, they had surely accepted defeat and were waiting for their death so they were very surprised when they saw your ship.

The escape was a moment of confusion, everything seemed so rushed from the moment they boarded the ship to the very end. Holding your breath with a mix between the anxiety of getting out of there and the hope of surviving this you speeded the ship towards the stars and rushed to make the jump into hyperspace.

There was a moment of silence and peace once you were in the quiet but known safe tunnel of hyperspace.

Sighing, you finally left the cockpit to go and check on your passengers. You knew Cassian needed some medical attention and you were dying to see Jyn, all of those hours without her felt like an eternity, not to mention the fear of almost losing her back in Scarif. You wanted to hold her close to you and never, ever let her go again.

“Jyn” you rushed to say as soon as you arrived at the back of the ship. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” you asked her, pulling her into your embrace, close to your heart just to make sure she was real and not an illusion.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” she spoke for the first time since, her voice as delicate as always. “I did it, I sent the plans to the Rebellion, we can end this now.” she told you with a smile, a small tear forming on her eyes.

Cassian came close, murmuring something to Jyn, you barely heard him whispering a “Tell her.”

“Tell me what?” you asked confused. Cassian’s eyes traveled from Jyn to you and the back at Jyn one last time before excusing himself.

“I’m going to report to base so they know we’re coming.” he said before he walked over to the cockpit leaving you and Jyn alone.

You turned your eyes back to Jyn with a questioning glance.

Jyn stayed silent for a moment, unsure of how to start, how to tell you this important thing she had waited a long time to say.

She had just infiltrated a maximum security imperial base, stole the plans of the superweapon with enough power to destroy planets and successfully sent it to the Rebellion but she didn't know how to admit her feelings for you. But having you right there in front of her reminded her just how much you meant to her and after being so close to dying she couldn't wait anymore. Cassian was right, Jyn needed to tell you she was in love with you.

"I…" she started, finally pushing all her doubts aside. "Thank you, Y/N, for saving us." You nodded as she continued "I thought I was going to die at the beach and I accepted it but when I was down there in Scarif, when I thought it was the end the only thing I could think about was you." She said, holding your hands, meaning every single word that made your heart melt.

"Jyn…"

"I love you, Y/N." She confessed looking right into your eyes, not a single sign of fear in her green eyes but pure love made them shimmer. "I should have told you this a long time ago and not wait until an explosion almost ended me."

A big smile formed over your face, you almost lost the love of your life, the only person you had ever loved and now she just told you those three little words you always wished to hear from her lips.

You pulled her even closer gently, trying not to hurt her already injured body and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. A kiss full of meaning, a kiss full of love finally confessed. A kiss that meant a new beginning with Jyn by your side.

"And I love you, Jyn." You murmured against her lips once the kiss was over. "I always have."

Then you just stayed like that for a few minutes, holding each other close while you looked into one another's eyes, there was no need for words anymore, all was said and now you could only enjoy the moment of finally having her.

"I wouldn't mind a bit of help over here" suddenly Cassian's voice broke the trance you were in. Turning around you found him looking over the pilot seat, a playful smile on his face. "I really could use a copilot, I think my ribs are broken." He said and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'll be there in a second." You told him. But before leaving Jyn's side you leaned in to give her one last kiss. Then you rushed to help Cassian.

Jyn watched you disappear into the cockpit with a smile curving her lips. This mission had taken everything away from her, everything except you, her savior, her Y/N. Her reason to fight.

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[magicflowershop]

one day kitty; Atsumu version

《inspired by movie A Whisker Away》

✿✿ you wished to be with the person you like and wish granted. whiskers, button nose, tail, four legs and ears on top of the head; you turned into a cat. with this, you are given the opportunity to be with the person you want to express your affections to. but as a cat. and only in one day.

― haikyuu characters x cat!reader imagines!

❀ masterlist ❀

the wheel of names have spoken.

you know you hated your housecat the second you laid eyes on it when your mum took it home one day from the shelter, saying it was an abandoned cat

abandoned cat your ass 

that cat stole your body and turned you into a cat

she stole your human identity 

like, girl, wha- the auDACITY for her to have you wake up on her stinky litterbox while she’s havin the time of her life talking to your parents as if you were in that body the entire time

and the audacity of her to go to school and attend your classes, talk to your friends while you’re over there lurking in the shadows, glaring lasers at her from a tree branch

and the absolute audacityyy of her to obviously ogle over a guy from your class when you weren’t even interested in him to begin with

THE NERVE OF IT TO BE ATSUMU MIYA OF ALL PEOPLE

REALLY

why 

why him when he has so many fans and the fact that he’s perpetually ANNOYED by his fans like c’mon????????????????????

IN YOU’RE BODY AT THAT

now you’re just extra helpless bc there’s nothing you can do, you have no idea when you’ll get back to your original body, or if you’re able to get back to your original body at all :O

you also dunno who she made a deal with to get to this point in your lives

all you know is that you had a bad dream that morning, and saw a strange cat sayin you had one day

like what the hell is that supposed to mean

“hey what’re ya doin there?”

o wouldya look at that, a wild Miya twins appeared

you didnt notice that you were taking your sweet time contemplating abt life on that tree that three periods have passed and its now lunch break

the twins happened to see you while they were hanging out outside

so you was just staring at them,,, you had no idea what to do while they were there,,,, but it seemed like they were thinkin of saving you even though you’re not in trouble :v

so you was just starin at them

and they were starin back at you

then they left

LMAO

you were gonna brush this lil interaction off until you arrived,,, i mean your body,,,, i mean your housecat in your body 

then you got incredibly annoyed cause she was doin so hard so hard to get their attention when she ady got it, and Atsumu was as annoyed as you are sksskkd Osamu didn’t care at all so moving on

and now you got even mroe annoyed cause she was ruining your image in front of your classmates like srsly

so you dipped and decided this is all a fever dream and everything will get better tomorrow with you back in your body and with a good reputation in school as if nothing horrible happened, yes? yes :)

“there ya are”

until Atsumu picked you up from the ground while you were stealthily making your great escape,, then he started acting like he was lookin for you outta nowhere

and Osamu was lookin at him like he was insane sjksd but he figured this is a plan of Atsumu’s so he decided to play along and told your housecat (that was the host of your body) to excuse them bc they had a cat to take care of and that its vvvv urgent 

now kitty you is officially adopted by the Miya twins <3

and you didn’t like it one bit HAHAJSJ

you figure this wasnt such a bad thing and you werent allergic to these boys nyway so you let things happen, and let Atsumu scratch the top of your head while they were discussing things about you

:O

they werent talking mad things abt u nonono, they were talkin abt how strange you were acting when you’re literally one of the chill students in school,,, it was as if you were under a spell and suddenly you were in love with them lmao

Osamu proceeds to add the suspicion with the fact that he saw “you” staring at Atsumu during class like someone so lovestruck 

both you and Atsumu got goosebumps couple of the year amirite

so Osamu told him that this could just be a one-time thing (like strange conclusion but go off) and/or that you might’ve just confused him as your first crush lmao Osamu was just confusing himself but he was tryin his best to come up with explanations to ur behavior

so classes begin again,,, now Atsumu still dunno what to do with u ogling at him WHILE THE REAL YOU WAS A CAT WATCHING EVERYTHING FROM A TREE 

you was def ready to throw hands,, but thats a cat and ur against animal cruelty,,,,,,, tho its ur body anyway so whats the diff

meanwhile u coming up with a plan to end your housecat, Atsumu found you sitting on a tree and he was so shocked for his life bc last time he check he put you in a box with kitty snax, inside the gyms storage room, how in the world did you manage to get out from there??

the fake you sees you again while Atsumu was lookin at you from the window, and was enraged bc you’re taking the attention from her... hm

so you decided to face your stupid housecat head-on and get to the bottom of this bs and be grownups tgt bc no way are you just gonna donate your human life to an ungrateful animal

you look for the fake you at the back of the school, and now the Giorno theme is playing in the background sksk

“give me my body back”

“o pls can’t you just give me a one day chance?“

the audacity

“you ady stole it from me and you say this now?”

your housecat was smug enuff to tell you that she had the honors of asking a favor from a spirit cat who was the reason of all this,,, and who has also taken a liking to your human soul

your housecat just sold your human soul to a spirit cat 

so you just flew in the air to scratch your human face, you didn’t care anymore, its your body, whatever, the one experiencing the pain aint u anyway but your bitchy housecat that your mum seemed to have a deeper connection with than her own child

nyway that didn’t last long cause fake you was screaming help, other students found you two, and they got a hold of you while you were in your feral state and now you were terrified of possibly getting into the animal shelter fr,,,, fake you smirked at this possibility

until sum of ur school’s vball bois saw the commotion too and what do u know, Atsumu says that the cat is his and that he apologizes to the ruckus that the cat has done 

then it was your turn to smirk at fake you

so u spend time with Atsumu again for some odd reason that keeps the two of you tgt sweat drops looks away,,, you wonder why your mum’s cat is so attached and/or attracted to Atsumu like this???

you never remember them interacting at all since the very time you see them in the same scene is when you went to have your mum’s cat checked up in the vet and Atsumu was there with their dog too

whats happening

fast forward to dismissal, you’re quite thankful you werent in trouble, same as Atsumu since he managed to tell the other students to not tell anything to the teacher that he has a cat in school kdjsk sum rotten power he holds

but you decided to ditch him again and look for fake you

you found her talking to the spirit cat that she said,, so naturally you demanded said spirit cat to give your body back to you

the spirit cat smiled wider and says that, you haven’t finished your task yet if you want to get back to your original body, you have to wait till midnight

like what in the hell was that supposed to mean, you understood nOTHING

then your housecat goes and says “maybe i should extend my stay in this body, what do you think?”

SIS YOU WENT FERAL there is no way she’s staying in your body while you are sufferin like this, in which you do not deserve. watching your housecat ruin your life like its normal like cmon

“then if you’re gonna stay in my damn body then do it properly! don’t make me look like im a flirt!”

“i was never flirting with anyone!” 

“wdym?! you were staring at my classmate the entire time!”

“what was i supposed to do when its what your body felt like doing?!?!?”

...

w hAt

“what’cha screamin at the cat for, y/n?”

ATSUMU JUST ENTERED THE SCENE AS IF HE WAS INVITED AND PICKED THE CAT UP TRYING TO PROTECT IT AS IF WHAT HE WAS DOING WAS SO HELPFUL

“i’m not y/n”

NOW YOUR HOUSECAT JUST ADDED MORE GAS IN THE FLAME

“i’m y/n’s pet cat, that cat is y/n we switched bodies bc y/n has been neglected by her parents ever since i was taken for adoption... y/n has a crush on you so i just reacted the way her body wanted to react around you so i’m sorry i made you uncomfortable”

you couldn’t take the embarrassment anymore and jumped from Tsumu’s hands and ran your way to your house as fast as you can

you thought abt how stupid that was and how stupid you looked in front of him,, like pointing at a cat saying that thats the real you like who in the heaven’s name would believe bs like that

you were beyond embarrassed that you just want to sink into the ground and just disappear from life rn and never see Atsumu again,,, anyone is fine but Atsumu pls for the love of god

“well ofc its a narrower place”

didn’t you say anyone but Atsumu is fine pls for the love of god

“get outta there, i got yer mask”

he placed a mask beside you, so you chomped on that mask and pulled it out of the bush with you,, you see him there crouching down to your smol height, watching you in concern

you try to take off your mask yourself but it isnt working, you try to push your head to make your actual mask stick to your head but it isn’t working. nothing is working so you started crying in meow

now tsumu is just confused there and asked if he can comfort you,,, you glared at him like he was stupid 

“yer still a girl yknow, i gotta ask for consent”

how sweet 🥺

he started talking abt how he and ur housecat tried to talk it out with the creepy cat to get ur normal life back bc apparently you never wished for a deal with him even tho u desperately hated ur life at home, all in all spirit cat is a big ass scam, while he was unknowingly scratching the top of your head again but moving on

also that your housecat wanted to apologize to you bc she didnt want to take your life away from u, and that she never meant to hurt your feelings while running his hand down to your back and forgetting that you aren’t a real cat but again moving on

“is, is it true tho?”

?

“ya like me?”

dumass rly asked that while ur a cat lol 

“it’s a meow for me”

smoke escaped your nostrils like a bull, the stupid spirit cat was playin games withcha since he ady got exposed for his scams >:O

“ya just spoke”

you left Atsumu there with the mask between your teeths, dragging yourself back home, expecting to probably go back to normal once you wake up,,, but you have your mask back now hm

“don’tcha want sum help?”

k ykno he’s annoying when he wants to be but he literally had no reason to be annoying know i mean pls

“sure i like u it doesn’t m-”

you’re back to normal

“matter”

but wearing what you wore when you went to bed last night, in pajamas with no footwear, on the cold asphalt ground, blushing like a fool out of even more embarrassment, cursing at the spirit cat sum more from the back of your mind

that cat had no right to play match-maker after all that, even if he knew that Atsumu will naturally bring you hope since its night and give you a piggy-back ride since you had no slip-ons, asking for consent as well mind you

no right at all

stay tuned for more!

[kickingitwithkirk]

Happy Coincidence Chance Discovery

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Piper, Jared Padalecki x Piper,

Characters: Dean Winchester /Jensen Ackles, mentions of Chad Michael Murray 

Word Count:4367

Warnings: cursing, kissing, nudity, implied sex/genital fondling/teasing 

 *Jared and Jensen are single.

A/N: for @idreamofplaid​  Thanks for the Memories Challenge #plaid and the memories  HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED🎉

Prompt: Season 11, episode 4, Baby

A/N: Baby is my favorite episode but every time I’ve watched it I kept wondering; Sam’s hook up with Piper the waitress? So this is my fill in that blank with a Jared twist.

Divider: created by @writeyourmindaway​

*No beta all mistakes are mine

Dean drives into the parking lot of a roadhouse just after dusk and Sam looks at the marquee shaking his head in disbelief.

“Are you serious? Dean, it's late, I’m exhausted and..and.. and starving.  And this place. I mean, even Swayze wouldn't come to this roadhouse.” Sam groused.

“First of all, never use Swayze’s name in vain, okay. Ever.” Dean chastises his brother for such a sacrilege, “Second, you don't remember this place? You don't remember Heather, the hunter we worked the wendigo case a couple years ago?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sam partially smiles, remembering that night of fun.

 “Yeah, exactly” Dean taking the same trip down memory lane.

“What, she’s here tonight?” Sam asks, perking up a bit.

 “I texted her, she's working a rugaru case in Texas.” Dean says.

“Actually, she never texted me back. That's not the point, the point is that we have a ton of driving left to do just to go to a town where it's not probably a case.” Dean points ahead, “But in there, good times.”

 “Uh...” Sam hedges looking at the building.

 “But time heals all wounds, especially good times. What do ya say?” Dean looks at his brother hopeful.

 “I say... knock yourself out.” Sam answers with his usual reply and Dean looks away, “I'm gonna find a diner and dig into the lore like Cas did, see if anythings ever happened where we’re headed.”

“Ah man, you really got to learn to have fun.” Dean’s reply was full of disappointment in his little brother.

“Seriously. It’s pathetic.” 

They both climb out of the Impala. Sam grabs his bag from the backseat and starts walking back towards town as Dean heads into the roadhouse. 

***

Sam had walked over a mile looking for somewhere to eat. Being Saturday night he thought there’d be more open but that’s small town living, the streets roll up at noon on the weekends. 

He was about to give up and hike back to that mom & pop gas station he passed for a microwave burrito, preferably bean to get back at Dean, when he happened upon a small, local place, Mak’s Diner. 

Hitching his bag up, he pushed open the door expecting the usual greasy spoon Dean's unerring sense navigates towards and stops just inside the front door.

It was an older establishment, obviously one of those passed down from generation to generation places but to his surprise it was well maintained, despite the C on the marquee being burnt out.

“Evening, have a seat anywhere and I’ll be right with you.” A woman’s voice called out from the kitchen. Sam walked past the counter smiling at only other occupants, an elderly couple having coffee and dessert, heading towards the back where family seating was located. 

As he passed the next to last booth he noticed a closed laptop, several open books with notes scrawled around their margins, highlighted paragraphs and a few notebooks scattered on its tabletop.

He dropped the bag on the seat and shed his jacket before sliding into the booth, fishing out his laptop and the legal pad that he had started making more notes on earlier.

“Hey there, what can I get you?” 

Picking up the menu laying by his elbow Sam glances through it, “Coffee and the Cobb salad, thanks.” He orders closing the menu and looking up to hand it to the waitress. She is differently not what he would have expected to find in a backwater burg like this one. 

Her makeup is understated, nails painted a neutral color and her copper hued hair is pulled back in an elegant chiffon, not a high ponytail or hastily bobby pinned up-do, held in place with a real silver clip, the type that’s handed down as an heirloom.

“Just the Cobb salad?” She asked looking under the tabletop, taking in Sam’s long legs somewhat stretched out under it, boots bumping against the other side of the circular booth. Her blue/grey eyes slowly travel up appraising his body till they meet his.

“Big boys like you need more than a few leafy greens for stamina.” 

Sam felt himself blushing like he was seventeen again. Waitresses blatantly flirt with Dean and vice versa all the time so he’s taken aback by this woman's more than blatant appraisal of his physique.

“I, um, yeah, ju..just the salad.” Sam stammers out.

“Okay, be back with that coffee.” Her smiles genuinely, not that faked for the customers sake one he’s used to.

Sam appraises her retreating figure like she did him. She’s not wearing the nurses white or black rubber soled shoes that’s usual waitress gear he’s seen but a brand of tennis shoes he knows are out of the typical income of career restaurant staff. 

The fifties style, yellow uniforms color is completely unflattering, not fitting her right, way too tight around her bust and hips and far shorter than it should be, her mile long legs on display.

Sam shifts in his seat and tries to discreetly palm down his spontaneous erection but not so little Sam is putting up a fight, making it known it's been way too long since he’s gotten wet and he wants to enjoy her junoesque attributes. 

***

While he is waiting for a page to load Sam hears the elderly couple preparing to leave. He watches as the husband helps his wife into her jacket and gently takes her hand, resting it in the crook of his arm as they slowly make their way to the exit, feeling the pang of loneliness that’s his constant companion.

“Mr. Reynolds’s, hang on a sec,” the waitress calls from the kitchen emerging with a white cake box tied shut, “Auntie wanted me to make sure you got this before leaving. She’s sorry she missed your anniversary party.”

“You tell her we missed her, needs to hurry up and get well.” Mrs. Reynolds remarked as her husband took the box with his free hand. She glanced back towards Sam, “Sweetie, you gonna be okay here with the likes of him?” 

Sam kept his expression neutral, waiting to see how this plays out. He knew people found him intimidating because of his size and being a stranger in a small town, he definitely stands out but not many were that blatant about it.

“He ordered a Cobb salad, I think I can handle him,” she jested winking at him.

The couple bid her goodnight and she went back into the kitchen, Sam realizing they were now all alone. Sighing, he starts reading the info again trying to figure out what exactly their hunting is. Or not.

He was so focused on his research like usual he didn’t acknowledge the waitress standing there with his order.

“Kmm hmm,” Sam’s head snapped up, “must be something really good if you don’t notice the likes of me.” She chided him setting down a coffee decanter and cup.

“Sorry, guess I was kinda caught up.” Sam moves the laptop and notepad over as she sets down his salad and two types of dressing. “Figured you might not be a ranch type of guy so I grabbed the vinaigrette too.” 

“Thanks, I prefer vinaigrette, don’t usually get offered it.” 

“I’m pretty good at reading people which is why I also brought you this,” she set down another plate with a lettuce wrapped, curiously colored and, by the smell, not meat burger with all the fixings, a generous helping of baked sweet potato fries and a green colored milkshake.

“I didn’t order this.”

“I know but it cooks night off and I’m trying some new recipes. Seeing as you're the only other one here, you've been conscripted as my guinea pig.” She slid into the other side of his booth where an identical plate rested, “I wasn’t kidding about you needing more than just a salad. Besides, I hate eating alone, you wouldn’t believe how often it happens. Fuck, where’s my manners, I’m Piper.” She stuck her hand out across the table.

He takes her preferred hand amazed how it fits perfectly in his, “Sam.” 

“So Sam, figure out what you're hunting yet?” She asked nonchalantly as she picked up her burger, “Cause, not being judgey, but that’s some really random shit you got there.” She takes a bite, watches as his expression bounces between startled and incredulous.

“How…”

“Saw your Tarsus 99 when you took off your jacket. I had one as a kid, then daddy got killed on a hunt and I got sent here to live with Auntie, she doesn’t cotton to hunting.” 

Piper picked up a fry pointing it at him, “But what I really wanna know, where the hell did you get that demon blade, ‘cause I’ve never seen one like it before.” 

Sam hesitates, “That’s a long story.” 

“Don’t close till one and I’ve got nowhere to be after.”

Sam decides to deflect instead of answering. “So what is it you do, because you're definitely not a waitress.” 

“Officially, I’m an antique appraiser. Unofficially, I’m helping a wayward hunter who graced my door with something he can’t figure out.”

***

Sam and Piper, after closing the diner, stayed another three hours hashing out the research for his case were now taking their time walking back towards the roadhouse. 

“I’ve been wanting to ask, what’s with that name tag?” Sam noticed early it read Maggie.

“Came with this god awful uniform. Auntie insists that we all adhere to how her daddy ran the place. So when I came back to temporarily help out after her surgery, Maggie decided she was not gonna take orders from someone younger, quit and I got stuck with this. I told Auntie it wouldn’t fit, even with letting out the hem. Maggie was like five-four and I’m over five-ten! 

Ugh! I keep popping these stupid top buttons and can’t freaking bend over without showing everyone my C U Next Tuesday.” 

Sam smiled that nervous smile he got when unsure how to respond to an answer he wasn’t expecting.

“I normally wear this to cover it,” moving her pocketed hands in the light weight, knee length sweater she had put on when they left the diner, “but I have to confess,” Piper turned around, walking backwards, “I took it off when I saw you come in, thought what the hell, been long time since a really cute guy has walk through my door so...” She bit her lip, turning back around as they continued down the lane in companionable silence.

Sam mused over her confession admitting to himself he was interested in her too. He enjoyed sharing different theories and bouncing ideas of what they might be hunting back and forth with her, surprising him with her unique take on things.

Piper might not have been the type he consciously steered towards since Jess but she was comfortable to be around, didn’t feel his usual awkwardness he normally had around most women. 

They arrived at the roadhouse a few minutes later and Sam led her towards the Impala.

“Damn, you brother is a fucking artist, how many times has he rebuilt her?” Piper asked walking around the car, running her hand over the Impalas pristine exterior. 

“To many.” Sam replies, putting his bag on the front seat. “Can I have a look?” He turns to see Piper standing by the trunk. “Um, sure.” Strolling over he unlocks it and lifts the interior wheel well exposing the car's hidden armory.

“Is that a grenade launcher?”

“Yeah, Dean found it at the bunker.” Sam laughed remembering how excited Dean had been when he discovered it. 

Piper shook her head shutting the trunk and hopped up on it, “What’cha wanna do now, go in,” gesturing at the bar, “or hang out here for a while longer?”

“I think I’m good hanging o...”

Piper grabbed his jacket dragging him between her spread legs and kissed him.

It took Sam all of five seconds to process what was happening before his hands grabbed her hips and tugged her to the edge of the trunk, her short skirt riding even higher as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Sam jerked back as headlights flashing over them, a patrol car drove into the parking lot. He lifted Piper off the trunk and led her to the car's back door dragging  the green cooler out of their way.

Piper climbed in as he hauled it to the trunk and grabs the army blanket Dean keeps then gets in depositing it and his jacket over the front seat.

“Where were we before being rudely interrupted?” Piper asked, sliding onto Sam’s lap and leaning in to resume kissing him. 

Sam tangled his long fingers into her now loose hair pulling to halt her, “What about that patrolman?”

“Won’t be back till closing, around six A.M.”

“That means Dean won’t either,” he says closing the space between them, heatedly attacking her lips.

***

Piper ran her hand over his bare chest, “How long is your refractory period?”

Sam shifted to look down at her, “umm, around twenty minutes.”

“Hmmm, I’m gonna have to see what I can do to shorten that ‘cause we are so doing that more than once again.”

“And how are you gonna do that?” 

Piper stared at him slowly trailing her hand down his torso. Sam’s breath hitched as she lightly teased her fingers across his lower stomach, running through his treasure trail and over to his hip.

Shifting further down his body she continued running her fingers over the top of his left thigh feeling the hard muscles flexing under the skin. She placed both of her hands in between his legs shifting his left one off the seat and bending his right leg back placing his foot flat on the bench seat. 

Piper kneels in the space between Sam’s spread legs continuously moving her fingers in random patterns over the insides of both tights, touching him everywhere below his waist.

Sam closed his eyes groaning loudly, dropping his head back against the window as her fingers played over his balls feeling her other hand travel behind them teasing over his...

“You fell asleep in the fucking car!”

His eyes snapped open startled. Blinking rapidly he sees Dean leaning through the open car window looking at him. 

“Dean what...where’s Piper?”

“What’s a Piper?” He growled out, “Dude, we wrapped twenty minutes ago and I’ve been looking for you, got worried cause you weren’t answering your fucking phone Jay!”

He took a good look at Dean. His foggy brain finally realizing its mistake, taking in the headset hanging around his neck and the ball cap he likes wearing when directing. “Jen, sorry, guess I’m still in Sam headspace, got disoriented for a sec.”

Jensen laughed, “You find one grey hair and suddenly you're getting memory loss and needing naps? I’ll have to remember to have you in bed by nine, old man.” 

“Your fucking hilarious Jack.” Jared shoots back sliding across the seat getting out, “Man, I had the weirdest dream.”

“From the happy noises you were making that was far from weird. And speaking of happy,” Jensen's eyebrows went up as he pointedly looked down.

Jared glances down thinking he’s drooled all over himself only to see the prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Bob’s called a meeting in five but I think we’re gonna be late.” 

***

“I’m telling you it was so real! She was tall with coppery blond hair, tasted like chocolate peppermint and has this tattoo above her...” Jared paused grinning, keeping that specific location to himself, “I’ve never in my life had such a vivid dream like that.”

“Dude, you like petite brunettes.” 

“I know..so why would I make her a redhead?”

“Hell if I know, it’s your giant melon. Maybe all that sugar ribbon you eat is finally getting its revenge.” Jensen snarks as they enter the meeting room.

They were greeted by Bob’s gruff voice, “About time you two showed up. Alright, now that everyone is finally here, we need to get everyone up to speed. We’re having to make changes to the filming schedule.” He pauses looking at him notes, “Jared, don’t need you to come tomorrow for those new promo shots with, what was that new character again?” 

“Y/N Y/L/N, Sam’s new love interest.”

“Right, anyways, writers scraped that idea. As some of you heard, several of our exterior locations got flooded with that last storm and it’s taking time to find new locations so instead of doing blocking we're gonna do a quick read through of the new episode.”

Jared opened his copy of the new script to episode 4: Baby.

Reading the opening scene he experiences deja vu, quickly scanning the first two pages: bunkers garage: Dean washing the Impala, Sam having a possible case in Oregon. Next scene: interior shot Impala, Sam gets a protein shake out of cooler, Dean wants to know about the beer. Next scene: pulling in roadhouse parking lot, Dean trying to get Sam to join him, goes to eat instead, shot from Impala view watching Dean walking. Next scene: daybreak continuing from the view of the car...

“Fuck me.” Jared whispers, catching Jensen's attention. “What’s wrong?”

“This is how my dream started.”

Jensen pulls a yeah right face.

Jared shifted in his chair leaning closer to Jensen, looking directly into his green eyes, “I’ll prove it. Next scene: Dean gets in the car at daybreak and a naked waitress pops up in the backseat with a voice-over from Sam. Dean gets out peeping in the driver's side back window at her getting dressed. Cut to next scene: Sam climbs into front seat buttoning his flannel as he apologizes for having sex in Dean’s car. Dean, happy his brother finally got laid drives off quoting Bob Sager lyrics, playing Night Moves and Sam changing a lyric. 

Jared continued to lay out the entire episode from memory as Jensen flips through the script following.

“Bullshit Jared, someone snuck you a copy of this script, you're totally fucking with me.” 

“Jensen, not this time.”

***

Jared walked back to his trailer aggravated that Jensen won’t believe he didn’t get an advance peek of the script. He can’t shake this unsettling feeling that he was forgetting something important.

He was two steps into his trailer when his phone vibrated. Chad left a voicemail instead of texting, weird.

“Jay man, you gotta do me solid. A friend of mine got the part of Y/N on your show and I don’t know what the fucks happening up there but she flipped the fuck out on me! Need you to check on her, she’s outside one of the guest trailers. And have her call me back after she’s calmed the fuck down!”

Jared snorted, another woman pissed off at Chad, shocker. “The fuck you getting me into this time Murray.” Jared mutters to himself as he heads over to the guest stars trailers and hears a somewhat familiar voice outside of one.

“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do? I get here and now they're telling me they’ve dropped the story line.”

There was a pause in conversation as Jared walked closer to hear more clearly over the lot's noises and was shocked when he saw her sitting on one of the trailer's steps.

“But I signed a contract...what? I don’t remember seeing that in there. So they can just arbitrarily drop the part with no notification, that’s bullshit! I’ve never had a clause like that in one before. I gave up my job and apartment for this!” She gets up and paces around not noticing him. 

“They're giving me the bit part of the waitress in this episode, have a five am call for hair, getting a blonde rinse so I look more like a Dean type girl. I don’t know what the fuck is with these writers, it’s like they don’t get Sam, should’ve left him like Kripke originally created him.” She paused, “paying me what? At scale! That’ll just cover my petrol for the drive back to L.A. Wait, what about my six month lease? Could you check on it.” 

“Oh, giving me two nights at the Hilton. How magnanimous of them,” she sarcastically replies, “can I still get that part on Arrow...cast someone else.” She abruptly ends the call and sits back down on the step slumping over her knees.  

“So, how much of that fucked up conversation did you overhear?” She asked not looking at him.

“Um, almost all of it.” Jared confesses, “I wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping but I got a voicemail from Chad,” she looked up staring in disbelief at Jared, “he’s worried and wanted me to check on you.” 

“Fanfuckingtastic, can this day get any better? I’ve completely humiliated myself in front of Jared Fucking Padalecki!” 

Jared can just make out her blushing in the still dimming light. “I wouldn’t say completely, I mean, you could drop your pants and yell Pudding.”

She blinked at him before doubling over in laughter, “Alright, point taken. Still, it’s a crock of shit you don’t need to be bothered with.”

“Chad’s kinda made it my problem. Look, I don't know all the details but maybe I can help, I can call casting..”

“Oh hell no! Thanks but no thanks. Bunch of assbutts on social media were already speculating about how someone like me got the part in the first place. Last thing I need is more ammo for the haters, they’ll tweet something like I had a three way with you and Ackles because I was desperate to get the part back.” 

Jared cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair embarrassed to feel turned on by the imagery she conjured up in his mind. 

 “Mmm, that’d be my wet dream come true, but not the point, they’ll just come up with some random shit.”

Jared understood being all too familiar with the anti whatever’s having been the target himself.

“Okay, how about we go to my trailer,” she gave him a skeptical look, “where you can have some privacy to call Chad back. I’ll get de-Sam’d and we can talk some more or grab a bite if you're hungry.”

“You don’t know me from Adam, what if I’m some psychotic serial stocker nut job?” 

“If your friends with Chad, you absofuckingloutley are Ms. what's your name.” Jared sarcastically remarks given her a mischievous grin.

“Touché, and it's Piper,” Jared froze at her name, “and you’ve been friends with Murry longer than me so I know you’re straight up batshit crazy.” She smarts back standing up, “lead on, oh gallant knight.”

***

Jared walked out of the bath toweling his wet hair sees Piper lounging on his couch still on the phone with Chad.

As he crossed over to the kitchen's fridge he couldn’t help but notice her low rise jeans had ridden lower, revealing the top half of the tattoo just above her..

“Dude, should’a told me Padalecki has a tattoo kink,” Jared tripped over his feet before catching himself embarrassed at getting caught, “Yeah, that was your boy.” She winked at him, “No way in hell I’m ever showing it to you perv.” Jared loudly laughs at that. “Hey, when I get back I’m PA’ing for you till I get another gig. Don’t you dare argue, you got me into this so it’s that or I’m on your couch for a month,” Piper rolled her eyes at Chad’s response, “Yeah, yeah, talk to you later.”

“Is that how you met Chad, working as a PA?” Jared inquired coming over to sit down next to Piper handing her a beer. 

“Yeah, paid the bills while doing auditions, was starting to pick up a few bit parts around LA.” Piper starts nervously fiddling with the bottles label, “I heard about the casting call for a new Sam girl and Murry talked me into trying out for it, so I figured unless I kiss Crowley I don’t have a shot in hell and holy fuck, I got it.” 

She stopped talking but kept playing with the label. 

“Hey, whatever it is you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Jared says gently touching her shoulder in a reassuring manner.

She took a long pull of her beer before continuing. “My Auntie died and I inherited everything, including her debts. I negotiated a smaller settlement but it wiped out all my savings.” She paused draining the rest of her bottle. “I figured it was serendipity..”

Jared is half listening, feeling that uneasy sensation again at that last word.

“...gonna be Sam Winchester’s...”

“If we’re meant to meet again,”

“.. weren’t killing her off after three episodes but then they decided to drop that story line...”

“we will.”

“...I should be going. Thanks for the beer and letting bending your ear, I’m gonna get out of your hair.” Piper gets up heading for the door.

Jared finally remembers.

“I believe in serendipity..maybe you can too.”

He quickly jumped up moving between her and the door blurting out, “I know you said you didn’t want my help but you can’t go, not yet.”

“Okay, why not? ‘Cause any other time I’d be up for some wham bam thank you ma’am but so not in the mood right now.”

Taking a deep breath he goes for it, “So, get this, after we finished filming today, I fell asleep in the Impala and had this dream…” 

***

Jared sat on the couch nervously chewing on his thumb watching as Piper paces back and forth mulling over his story.

She abruptly stopped and sat down on the table in front of him. “So here's the deal, I will believe everything you've told me,” Jared opens his mouth to say something but Piper reached out laying her fingers on his lips, “if you can answer one question.” 

Jared took her hand remembering how it felt so right in his, “Okay.”

“Since you’ve seen it in your dream, what does my tattoo mean?”

“In Japanese, it means happy coincidence,” Jared confidently says sitting back as Piper climbs onto his lap, “but that's the first line, the second one is chance discovery.”

Jared pulls her in, brushing his lips against hers, running his tongue across them so she’ll part them , allowing him access. He can taste the beer they’ve been drinking but there’s that sumptuous flavor of her underneath he finds intoxicating..chocolate peppermint..thinking to himself..

Serendipity.

[huntertales]

Part One: Head Games. (Taxi Driver S08E19)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader respond to a call from a terrified Kevin who claims to hear Crowley’s voice in his head. Also with the good news that he’s discovered the second trial from the tablet—rescue an innocent soul from hell. The reader has to team up with a reaper named Ajay to complete the task, meanwhile the boys get a visit from the angel Naomi. But when things go awry, Dean must find Benny and ask him for a huge favor. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 7,773.

Previous Part | Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Five months into your pregnancy and your third visit to the doctor's office still made you nervous about these kind of things. You sat in the waiting room trying to occupy your racing mind with an outdated parent magazine, reading up on some article that told you the benefits of feeding your child all organic diet. Right now your main concern wasn't about the dangers of too much processed foods high in fats and sugars. Your mind was occupied with the things Cas said to you about how your body was handling itself after you completed the first trial. It was damaged in ways that even he couldn’t heal. The angel who could heal people from illnesses and make bleeding wounds back to normal with a simple touch. You were broken beyond repair.

The first red flag you saw came a few days after completing the first trial. You and the boys took a case right after you accomplished the task, and while the boys would have been happier to see you resting up, you insisted that you were fine. You were a more tired than usual, but nothing a good night's sleep couldn't fix. At least that's what you thought. It was on the way back home to the bunker when you coughed up a few droplets of blood. Sure, it scared you at first. You brushed it off as a one time thing and didn't think about it. Until it happened again. And one more time that came when you had a coughing fit that you brushed off as a cold coming on. The bloody tissue Dean found in the trash can told a very different story.

It was hard to tell where the effects of the trials stopped and the symptoms of the pregnancy were making day to day life difficult. You were starting to feel even more changes to your body from things getting bigger and frequent trips to the bathroom. You heard of a thing called "pregnancy brain" that was hitting you harder than you expected. Not to mention the heartburn that made picking food to eat even harder with your fussy attitude. Some things you liked, and a simple whiff of another food you enjoyed last month made you sick to your stomach. When you were fixing yourself breakfast this morning you were excited to enjoy, it was quickly ruined at the sight of something red. You freaked yourself out when you realized you were having a bloody nose. Thankfully, the baby book you read told you it was a common symptom. 

While you had been trying to keep your worried thoughts to yourself, it seemed Dean picked up on the energy that was overwhelming you. He balanced a magazine on his knee and reached out his hand to intertwined his fingers with yours, giving the flesh a squeeze like he always did when you got nervous. Dean might have said he supported you with your decision, but he still wasn’t completely a hundred percent on board with you completing the trials in your conditions. It was his protective nature over you.He understood your motivations that drove you. Still, the things that Cas said made him scared as well. Not only for your health, but the baby's as well. You'd been complaining about some strange pain that came and went over the past week. Add it on to the list of symptoms he should worry about.

The both of you heard your name called by one of the nurses, breaking your concentration away from the same paragraph you'd been trying to read for the past few minutes. You and Dean made your way into the exam room to complete the same routine you were used to by now; check your blood pressure measure your bump and weight yourself to see how many pounds you put on this month. You handed over a simple of your urine as the usual routine of checking to make sure things were okay, this visit Dr. Miller needed a bit more from you to make sure the baby was in good health. While the both of you went over a list of symptoms you'd been having and what you were eating, you gave her your arm so she could draw a vile of blood from you.

"And what's this for again?" Dean asked what felt to be the millionth question during the visit. To say he was going to be an overbearing father was an understatement, he watched the nurse and Dr. Miller like a hawk while they worked together in doing the simplest of tasks they did dozens of times per day. You roll your eyes from how he watched everything unfold as the nurse sterilized your skin for the needle. 

"We check the urine and blood for any possible genetic disorders and if there's a chance Y/N developing preeclampsia. We want to make sure Mommy and baby are still healthy." Dr. Miller explained to the expecting father. "Next visit you'll be doing the dreaded glucose test. That's to check to make sure you're not at risk for diabetes."

You winced slightly at the prickling pain you felt when the needle was inserted into your skin, the nurse mumbled a sorry before continuing on filling the vile with some of your blood. Dr. Miller warned about how you might feel a bit more dizzier than normal. When that was done and your fluids were taken off for testing, now it was time to check the status of the baby. You had an ultrasound done a few times before to make sure everything was well with the progress and how the heartbeat was going with the baby. Dr. Miller wanted to do another one to make sure the baby was forming at a proper rate. Every time you got to see the grainy outline of the baby and hear their heartbeat, you felt the same kind of excitement. Like you were learning all over again.

Everything seemed to be going well from what the doctor told you; the baby was growing at a healthy rate, getting bigger with each passing week. You told her about the strange feelings and pain you were having over the past week and a half since getting into the fifth month. Dr. Miller said that it was a good sign. It was either trapped gas...or you were feeling the first movements of the baby, quickening as it was better known. The baby wasn’t strong enough yet to kick just yet, but they were able to do small things like yawn and suck their little thumbs. Which was the reason why you were having all those strange feelings. 

"Now, since you're far enough along and the baby seems to be cooperating with me today, I've got the news every parent bugs me. 'When can I find out the gender of the baby'?" Dr. Miller proposed a question you honestly hadn't even wondered about since you found out. You felt a little bit taken off guard with the possibility of knowing. "What do you say?"

"Oh. That honestly didn't really cross our minds." You admitted, feeling a little overwhelmed at the step in the pregnancy you hadn't thought too much about. You were so wrapped up in the trials you forgot you were getting closer at figuring the gender of the baby. If you were carrying a little boy or girl. A part of you want it kept a secret. "I mean, I don't know..."

You looked over at Dean when you realized you might be able to find out the gender of the baby today. Learning about this was much his choice as it was yours. You weren't going to pressure him into siding with your decision. Dean felt a little bit thrown on the spot from the pressure he suddenly felt. It felt a little cliche to say that he didn't care. Long as the baby remained okay though all of this, he was perfectly content with not knowing until the doctor announced it to the both of you after she delivered a healthy baby. He wasn't the father who was secretly praying for a little boy. And having a daughter wasn't going to change anything either. He was going to love and protect them the way he never was.

Dean shrugged his shoulders, giving you his honest answer. "What do you think, sweetheart?"

"I..." You let out a sigh from what your gut was telling you to do, despite how most would jump at the opportunity to know what they were carrying. "I don't want to know. Whatever they turn out to be, we'll be happy. Long as they’re healthy.”

“Interesting. Most parents want to know the gender of the baby so they can start going crazy on decorating the nursery.” Dr. Miller said. She grabbed a box of tissues and handed them over to you to clean off the sticky substance from your stomach after completing the ultrasound. “Not to mention the baby clothes they’re gonna grow out of in the blink of an eye.” 

"Oh, don't get me started on all of that. I've been looking u themes for the nursery. I'm stuck between so many different ideas and color pallets. Not to mention all the things that I've been saving." You said. You always find yourself unable to ramble on about the simplest of things when it came to getting ready for the baby. From the endless list of things you needed to get, to figuring out which room you were going to transform into the baby's room. Because for a moment you forgot about the trials and your health. It was a chance for you to focus on the future. Dean found the excitement that crossed your face whenever you talked about the baby adorable. He loved how your face lit up, how you were anticipating this new family member despite all of what you've been going through. "Of course before I know it they're gonna be here." 

“About twenty-two weeks if I'm correct. So we're almost halfway there. Either way, the baby’s looking good.” Dr. Miller reassured you once again the things you had been stressing yourself about lately. You felt yourself let out a sigh of relief. “I’ll call you about your tests results when they get back in. You shouldn't worry too much. And with that, I’ll see you three next month.”

You grabbed your second grainy ultrasound picture of the baby and went on your way with Dean to the front desk to make your next possible appointment with the doctor. You understood what Cas had said about you and how the trials were taking a toll on your body, the point of no return. But the consequences weren’t clicking in your head just yet. As you walked to the desk to make your next appointment, you looked down at the picture of your growing baby, a small smile spreading across your lips at the sight of them. If they were okay, then you saw no purpose of stopping. After all, the reason why you were doing the trials was for them. To give them a better future you never had. And to give the boys a taste of the normal life they always wanted.

+ + +

The name Dean Winchester struck fear in the hearts of many; he made a reputation for himself over the decade as someone who hunted down monsters and would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Seek revenge on those who wronged him. He spent a year in purgatory fighting and slaughtering his way into freedom. You could see that it messed him up psychologically pretty badly, it took him a while to adjust himself back to civilized life. And while he wasn't the type of person who liked to show his emotions, preferring to put up a wall ...the man you saw right now was the complete opposite of those things.

You felt another involuntary giggle escape your mouth when you felt Dean’s breath tickled the sensitive part of your stomach while he talked to the baby. You sat upright on the bed with your shirt bunched up to your waist and Dean lying down so he was at level with your bump. You’d been feeling all sorts of strange feelings and pains the past week, while you were presuming it was just another symptom of the pregnancy, you learned that it was the very first movements of the baby. Flutters and quickening as Dr. Miller called it. You were starting to distinguish the different movements that possibly meant your baby was fussing around. And Dean was trying to somehow feel any sort of activity when you complained.

“Hey, kid. How you hanging in there?” Dean made it a habit of talking to your baby bump every chance he could get, despite telling him that it was going to be a while until they could hear him. He didn’t care. Dean took every opportunity to just let himself be near his child. It was strange at how different he turned into whenever the both of you talked about the baby. He got softer. And happy. It was the complete opposite of him that you saw on a daily basis. “You good? ‘Cause Mommy keeps telling me and your Uncle Sammy you’re not making her feel so happy.“ 

"Well, how would you feel if your body was growing and you had heartburn almost all the time? Not to mention the gas. And the stretch marks." You complained of the many symptoms you had been dealing with over the past few weeks while your index finger traced the faint line in the middle of your stomach. "Mommy just wants a break."

You knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon, and you really didn't mind the things your body was going through. You complained in the same breath that you were starting to get hungry, which lead you to the challenge of trying to figure out what you wanted to eat. Something that your stomach and overly sensitive nose could agree on. While you shot down every option Dean gave, you felt a slight pain suddenly appear. You placed your hand down to see what it was, Dean quickly placed his on top of yours to see if he could feel anything. You rolled your eyes when he shifted his head upwards. You were starting to grow annoyed, and things only got worse when you saw the bedroom door swing open.

“Hey…what are you guys doing?” Sam walked into the sight of his brother lying with his head on your stomach, ear pressed against it as if he was trying to listen to something. You told him about how you were starting to feel possible movements from the baby and Dean was attempting to experience it for himself. “Okay, well, that's great and all. But we gotta go. Kevin just called me. He needs to see us. It sounded pretty serious."

"Did he finally translate the second trial?" You asked, hoping for any kind of progress when it came to closing the gates of hell. 

"I don't know." Sam said. "He wouldn't tell me." 

"It better be freaking important." You grumbled in annoyance from having to leave the bunker and check up on the kid. What was so important he couldn't tell you over the phone was beyond you. Right as you were about to push Dean off of you and get ready for the overnight trip, you felt yourself stop when you figured out the pain in your stomach. "Yeah...now, that was gas."

Dean already figured out what it was before you announced it, making him sit up in bed and get started on packing a bag. You smiled to yourself and pulled down your shirt, knowing there was some things you couldn't control. People say pregnancy is a beautiful thing. But nobody tells you about the downsides of creating a new human life. Four months to go until you got control of your body back. And this little bundle of joy would be in your arms.

+ + + 

The next morning you and the boys arrived at Garth's houseboat you had been to a few times before for the occasional welfare check up and when Kevin made progress on the tablet. You were hoping that was the reason why he called you here. But you weren't so sure. Kevin didn't look so good the last time you saw him. Sam said he sounded frantic and needed all of you. You let out a sigh and crossed your arms over your chest when Dean called out the prophet's name, waiting a second to hear any sort of movement to detect the kid was still alive. When he didn't answer, Dean slapped his palm against the rusting metal door to announce your arrival. All of you waited for Kevin to answer, but the boat remained silent.

Dean tried one more time to get the kid’s attention and lucky for you, the heavy metal door swung open a few seconds later to reveal Kevin. While you were happy to see that he was still alive, his mental state wasn’t doing as well from the looks of him. You winced slightly at the sight of Kevin looking like he hadn’t slept well in days. Dark circles underneath his eyes and an unshaven face, not to mention the iron skillet he had in his hand like a weapon. Before any of you could come inside, Kevin peeked his head out to check and make sure it was just the three of you before allowing you to step into his home away from home. 

“Geez.” Dean muttered underneath his breath after taking a good look at the kid. You stepped inside the boat after him, watching where you were going before you could trip. “What’s going on? What’s with the S.O.S.?”

“It’s him.” Kevin said. 

“It’s who?” Sam asked, wondering who the kid was talking about. 

"Crowley." Kevin said. The mention of the king of hell threw you through a loop, wondering what he had to do with anything. Kevin and Crowley hadn't seen one another in months, ever since you rescued him from the demon's clutches after he attempted to make Kevin read the tablet. But it seemed the prophet believed otherwise. "He's in my head."

"He's...in your head." You repeated after him, sounding not all that convinced what the prophet was saying was all that true.

“Do you know what that means?” Kevin questioned all of you when you weren’t taking the situation serious as he was. 

"Yeah, it means we need to up your anxiety meds. Kevin, you're dreaming.” Dean tried to somehow reassure the prophet all of his worries were all side effects from the months spent locked up in here without anything else to do but translate a tablet. Kevin knew the king of hell would do anything to get his hands on, which was probably why the kid was going crazy. “Look, if Crowley knew where you were, he'd do a hell of a lot more than mess with your head."

Sam looked around the place to see if there was any sign of the hunter who was supposed to be checking up on him frequently. Isolation and little human contact could mess with anyone’s mind. It seemed that Kevin had been alone for a while. "All right, where's Garth?"

"On a case or—or the dentist. I don't know." Kevin said. "I haven't heard from him."

“Okay, well, what did you want to tell us that you couldn’t say on the phone?” Dean asked. He found himself momentarily distracted by the iron skillet that Kevin was still holding, who was on edge already. Probably ready to attack anything that moved a little too fast. Since all of you were here, Dean figured the kid wouldn’t need it anymore. "Would you put the frying pan down, please?"

Kevin didn’t realize he was still holding it until the older Winchester mentioned it. He put it down on the stove he was standing next to you before getting to the reason why he wanted you here in person. "I translated the second trial from the tablet."

"You...crazy prophet, you. Nice work!" Dean complimented the prophet at hearing the news you were hoping for. You felt your lips stretch into a smile at the progress he made. 

"And if Crowley's in my head, he knows.” Kevin nearly shouted from the paranoia overcoming him once again. You rolled your eyes in annoyance from how he was getting himself worked up.

"Relax, kid. He's not in your head. And if he is, how is he gonna get you? This place is warded against demons. You're safe. I promise you. Besides, I know a little something about dicks trying to mess with your head. It's all cheap tricks.” You tried to reassure him that he was under no real danger. “Now, we know you’re under distress, but you gotta stay with us. All right? Can you tell me what the second trial is?”

"An innocent soul has to be rescued from hell and delivered unto heaven." Kevin told you the next step, which sounded like gibberish to you at first. You blinked and made a slightly confused expression, trying to figure out if what you just heard was exactly as you thought it was going to be. "'Unto.' That's how God talks."

"Rescue a soul from hell? Like actually...go to hell? Great. Like two other times wasn't good enough. Let's go for a third time. Bet it's real nice this time of year." You felt yourself starting to slightly panic at the next obstacle you were going to have to face. Not to mention, the real kicker that left you scratching your brain as to what God meant by his riddle. "How do you get a soul unto heaven? I mean, how do you even get a soul out of hell?"

"We're gonna need an expert." Dean said.

+ + + 

Where does someone go when you need intel on the ins and outs of hell? Go straight to the source. It had been a very long time since you visited a crossroad, but you remembered everything you needed to summon a demon. Sam was the one who buried the tin box and covered it up with dirt. You weren't sure if this was going to work at all if they knew who was ringing the bell to get their attention. You were pretty sure Crowley blacklisted yours and the Winchesters' names from doing business with his demons. Good thing you weren't here to sell your soul. And there was dumb enough of a schmuck to at least greet the three of you.

“Y/N and the Winchesters.” You turned around at the sound of someone's voice from behind you, making you turn around to see someone took the bait. It was a crossroads demon from the looks of it when he blinked, showing off his red eyes you saw a few times before. Like you were the least bit intimidated by him. 

“What happened to all the hot chicks?” Dean asked. 

The demon scoffed, not finding Dean's joke the least bit funny. "I'm out of here."

You felt your lips stretch into a smirk when the demon attempted to do his famous vanishing act before he was pulled into one of your plans that would most likely end up with him dead. However, thanks to the devil’s trap Sam spray painted across the street, the demon wasn’t going anywhere. “What’s the rush? The party’s just getting started.”

You and the boys changed the scenery when you got what you needed, dragging the demon into an abandoned warehouse and underneath another devil's trap to keep him in place. You handcuffed him to a chair to make sure he wouldn't do anything stupid by throwing punches to defend himself. You asked him about getting into hell, the demon thought it would be funny to respond to you in a colorful way. You responded back with your own witty way by throwing holy water in his face. He could scream and groan in pain all he wanted, there was no one to rescue him. The four of you were far away from civilization to have a private conversation. 

Holy water felt like acid to his kind. When you were still a half demon and getting worse towards the end, you felt the effects and how badly it burned against your skin. Luckily it didn't hurt the poor soul in the body the demon was in. Chances were the person along for the ride was long gone. Which meant if he kept mouthing off and giving you the answers you didn’t want to hear, you weren’t scared to give him a few scars with the knife that killed his kind. 

“I ain’t got nothing.”

“Hmm. I think you’re lying.” 

The demon thought the best response to your accusation was "bite me" in a bitter sounding tone. You shook your head in disapproval, as if telling him that was the wrong answer. You looked up at Dean, who stood behind him with his own flask of holy water ready for any cue to continue on with the punishment if the demon didn’t cooperate. 

“Well, then how about another owie?” Dean suggested.

The oldest Winchester poured a small amount over the demon's head, making him groan in pain from the continuation of the punishment as his skin burned from the effects of the holy water. No amount of it was going to make him break. "You know,” Sam tried to sweet talk the demon into talking if he wanted the torture to stop. “wouldn't it be a lot easier just to tell us how to enter hell uninvited?"

“It’s a secret.” The demon told you.

“We promise we won’t tell anyone.” You reassured him the secret would be kept close between all of you. When the demon remained silent for longer than you wanted, you let out a sigh and started to twist off the top to the flask. "This is foreplay compared to what I really want to do—” 

"No! Wait. I can't. It's forbidden. They're gonna kill me." The demon tried to somehow pull the sympathy card on all of you, as if what you were doing to do to him was a walk in the park. You didn't fall for the trick, pouring another small amount of holy water over his head to make him talk. He knew your reputation and what you were capable of. "All right, look...for a price, y'all can be smuggled across hell's border."

“By who?” You asked. 

“Rogue reapers.” The demon said, giving you all the information you needed to hear. “They got secret ways, in and out. Not just hell—the veil, heaven.”

“Rogue reapers smuggling people?” Sam repeated what he’d just hear, all of it sounded absurd. It was the truth. They worked with people and souls to get them where they wanted to go. “So, what? They’re like hell coyotes?”

You didn't know why you were so surprised at hearing there was something like this going on underneath your noses. You learned something new everyday about the supernatural. "Now kill me. Come on, man." The demon pleaded for some kind of mercy. "Better death than Crowley."

"Hmm. Good point." You said. You had a feeling the king of hell had a few tricks up his sleeve to torture the poor demons under his control. However you weren't going to let him go just yet, you were just getting started. "But first you're gonna tell us...well, everything." 

+ + +

The demon confessed and told you all what you needed to know about how a person could sneak into hell without the king figuring out. There was a reaper not too far who did business under the table for some extra favors, he was in the city posing as an off duty cab driver. He was your ticket into going to hell without the red tape restricting you from completing the next trial. The demon said he was always parked at the same street corner, waiting for those who wanted a different kind of ride.

You stepped out of the Impala when Dean parked against the sidewalk after driving into town a little after night fell. You managed to avoid a puddle from the storm that was brewing outside, another crack of thunder could be heard over the passing cars and city life. You spotted a yellow taxi cab just across the way, a man enjoying the slow night by reading up on current affairs. You and the boys made your way across the street and approached the man, breaking away his concentration from the newspaper he was reading for a business opportunity. 

 "Ajay." You called out the reaper's name, heading forward to him. "We need to talk to you for a second."

“You know my name.” He said, seeming surprised at how you got knowledge of it. 

“And what you do.” You added even more things you knew about him. Before he could get into his cab and run for the hills, you showed him good faith when you told him the reason why you were here in the first place. “We want to do business.” 

"But you are mortal—flesh and blood." Ajay said. The look on his face seemed as if being human was going to make this even harder, like you were doing this just for kicks. The demon told you others had done it before. You proposed the idea of the three of you sneaking into hell with a visitor's pass What you were asking of made the reaper scratch his head in confusion as to why you even wanted to go there in the first place. "No one wants to get into hell." 

“But could a coyote like you do it?” Sam questioned the reaper for a straight answer.

“It’s possible.” Ajay admitted. However everything comes with a price with these sorts of things, moving humans to the underworld to retrieve a soul wasn't going to come cheap. “But I have special skills. I have overhead. It will be pricey.” 

“How pricey?” Dean asked, willing to pay any amount to get where he needed to go.

“You three are resourceful.” Ajay told you his payment. “One day, you will owe me a favor." 

“You say that like you know us.” Sam said. 

“Of course. You’re Y/N Y/L/N and the Winchesters brothers." Ajay said. You furrowed your brow slightly, not remembering in your many dances with deaths of meeting him before. But it seemed all of you had a common friend. "I am the reaper who took Bobby Singer to hell." 

"Bobby in hell?" Sam scoffed at hearing the information that sounded impossible. There was no way Bobby slipped through the cracks and landed himself a ticket downstairs. "We burned his bones. Once we did that, it was over. End of story." 

"Not necessarily." Ajay said. 

"No, no, no, 'cause, see, Bobby was on the good side of things, and good guys go to the penthouse." Dean said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, his index finger pointed upwards to the night sky to prove his point. 

"Usually, mostly. Depends on who you know, what palms get greased." Ajay said. You would have never expected reapers would screw up their job to let a certain demon get his way. Which means you found out your soul that needed to be freed from hell. "If you're on the king of hell's no-fly list, no way you cruise the friendly skies."

"Crowley." Dean muttered the demon's name. The older Winchester saw it was just details at this point, the king of hell hated your guts already. What's another chance at screwing him over by sneaking yourselves in there and retrieving a soul that didn't belong to him. "Okay, let's do this. How much for three tickets down and three back?"

It would have been an ideal situation for the boys to join you on this unwanted trip to hell, but you knew the details of this meant only one person could have a round class ticket. You nodded your head for them to step off to the side for the three of you to have a private conversation. Dean gave you a confused look as to your sudden heistance. He could fight you on this all you wanted, but you were too far in to let go. There was no "We" in closing the gates of hell. The sooner they learn that, the sooner you could spring Bobby free and bring him where he deserved.

“What the hell are you thinking?” You whispered to him. 

“You heard the guy—Bobby’s in hell.” Dean told you. “We’re gonna spring him.” 

“We’ve gone over this, Dean.” You reminded him. “I have to do the trials solo.”   

“This is Bobby we’re talking about, Y/N. Now let’s face it—you have not exactly been up to full speed lately, okay? And you've got extra cargo you're carrying around. We can't risk anything going south." Dean said. You rolled your eyes in frustration at how he still doubted your skills of keeping yourself safe. "We got one shot at this. We can't miss." 

“I’m not gonna miss. I'll bring him back." You promised the boys for the safe return of the man all of you cared for deeply. You wanted the old man in heaven much as they wanted. To prove you were serious about this, you opened up your jacket to reveal the demon killing knife you carried in the waistband of your jeans. You've been to hell, you were prepared for whatever and whoever tried to come in your way from springing Bobby free. You walked forward to Ajay, booking your ticket to downstairs once more. "I'm in, just me." 

"Follow me." Ajay instructed.

"Wait." Dean stopped the reaper from taking a step and leading you to the path to hell before learning about the mechanics behind it. "How does this...work?"

"Not to fret. She'll be back in exactly twenty-four hours time." Ajay explained. "Return for her then."

You felt a little pressured at the timeframe you were given, but you didn't want to spend any more time than you had while in hell. You could see the resistance on the boys' faces at the journey you were going into alone. You reassured them that everything was going to be okay. You gave both of them a smile before you followed behind Ajay down an alley that looked sketchy enough as it was. Dean checked his watch and set a timer, counting down the hours until you were returned back safe and sound. Along with the soul of Bobby. 

You and Ajay continued to make your way through the alley and a metal fence door that lead you to a dead end. You looked around the walls to see that almost every inch of the place was covered in all sorts of graffiti. But you didn't have much time to examine before Ajay instructed you to do something that you weren't expecting to do. He told you to take his hand. You did as you were told, not without making a remark about how creepy all of this was. If you wanted to go to hell, this was how you did it. 

You weren't sure how a reaper snuck a human into hell; maybe there was a secret passage you were supposed to take. Perhaps chant a few words before you were at your destination. However that wasn't the case. You noticed the graffiti on the walls began to almost appear like it was liquify off the bricks, making you feel as if you were suddenly taking an acid trip. However you suddenly felt a blinding white light appear out of nowhere taking you off guard, bringing you and Ajay to the path of your destination. You didn't think it was going to be that easy to sneak yourself into hell, these kind of things never was.

Hell was a place you would never forget. Not even after all these years from being away from there. It was worse than your nightmares, and no amount of torture could even touch what you went through down there. You would remember if you were there. You were standing in the middle of what appeared to be a forest, too pleasant for it to be pit. You thought for a second Ajay made a wrong turn. Maybe you were in another part of the country. Looks could be deceiving to the human eye. You’d find out soon enough you weren’t on earth anymore. 

“Downstairs looks a lot different from last I remembered.” You said. “This can’t be hell.” 

“That’s because it isn’t.” Ajay said. “This is purgatory.” 

"What do you mean this is purgatory?" You questioned the reaper. You suddenly felt your heart drop into your stomach at the trouble you just landed yourself into. You remembered all the horror stories Dean told you about, what little he admitted about the time he spent here. Endless miles crawling with every flavor of monsters you hunted. You were beyond pissed off, and you made your dissatisfaction be known in your tone of voice. "This isn't what I paid for. I booked the hell tour."

“Whoa, whoa, Y/L/N, detach.” 

“The only thing I’m going to be detaching is your head from your neck.” 

"This is hell-adjacent. Been down this highway many times before. Follow the stream to where three trees meet as one. Where they meet, there are rocks. Between the rocks is a portal." Ajay explained the steps you needed to take in order to get to your destination. You felt he should have told you upfront, but you handle a little bit of walking. You asked him about the portal ad why it was so important. "A back door to hell. Trust me—it'll work.”

“Wait. So you’re not coming with me?” You asked him. 

"Don't be ridiculous. Smuggling a mortal across the border is risky enough. But gate-crashing a Y/L/N into hell seriously blows." Ajay chuckled at what you thought he was going to do for you. You gave him a dirty look at how he was leaving you high and dry, just to save the skin off his own back. "No. I'll be back in twenty-four hours, precisely. Be here."

You forced yourself to inhale a deep breath from the task you were about to do all on your own. Nobody to help you if you got ambushed by a group of monsters, no one to guide you through this endless miles of forest. You pulled out the demon knife from the waistband of your jeans, your fingers wrapped around the wooden handle to get a good grip on it. There was no point of waiting around, you began on your journey to find this portal before time ran out.

“It’s a good thing you bought that.” Ajay said. “It is not an easy place.” 

You survived four months that felt to be forty years in hell. You spent what felt like an eternity in the cage with Lucifer and Michael. You went up against every kind of monster crawling around here, chances were all of them were here...running around, lost. Trying to survive. Most of all, you killed a hellhound with your bare hands. Spending a little time tracking through purgatory seemed like it was going to be a challenge you were capable of going up against. At least, that's what you told yourself when you turned around to see Ajay was gone. 

You swallowed and looked around at the endless sight of trees all around you. It wasn't hard to feel the dread and confusion coming over you, not sure where the right place to go was. A fear that someone might be watching you from the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity to kill you before you could kill them. Dean spent one year in this place and somehow survived. You could handle how many hours you needed to walk in order to find this portal and go to hell. Find Bobby and get the both of you the hell out of here. All under twenty-four hours. Yeah, this wasn’t going to be a problem. 

 + + +

The boys knew there wasn't much else they could do for the next twenty-something hours while you were completing the second trial on your own. All they could do was check up on Kevin and keep an eye on him before he could push himself into a mental breakdown. Dean wanted to be with you every step of the way, Sam's mind wandered to everything that could go wrong. The thought of you being in hell while five months pregnant and physically weaker because of the first trial made both of them nervous about the chances at things might go south. But you always defied expectations. You were going to be okay. 

"You, Kev, it's us!" Dean called out to the prophet who was around here somewhere when the boys arrived back at the boathouse with some early lunch they picked up on the way back. The both of them headed deeper inside to see that it was more quiet than usual. "Kevin!"

Sam looked around the place to see if he could find any trace of where the kid ended up. He thought Kevin might have taken a nap to help rest his troubled head while they were gone or took some time to shower. However he was in none of those spots when the door to a small storage room opened up, revealing Kevin. "I believe the closet would be the safest."

“Safe from what?” Sam slowly asked the kid. 

“Crowley. He’s in my head, guys. And if he’s in my head, he knows where I am!” Kevin shouted. Sam let out a quiet sigh from the paranoia about the king of hell tracking him down, Dean rolled his eyes and set the still warm food down on the table. “You know, we—we should move out. We’ll find another place.” 

"He's not in your head. It's okay, Kev. You need to relax." Sam tried to reassure the kid he was still safe on the houseboat. "When's the last time you ate? Have a burger or something. You'll feel better if you did." 

"Come on, don't lose it on us now, dude." Dean said. He grabbed a perfectly warm burger from the paper bag and handed it out for Kevin to grab it from his hand, the entire situation making him feel like he was trying to lure out a timid animal from hiding. It seemed to work, Kevin slowly stepped out of the closet and made his way forward. "There you go. That's it. Enjoy the burger while you still can. Y/N hates the smell of meat. She's been making us go vegetarian the past few months. Talk about torture." 

Kevin managed to give himself the courage to grab the food from the table, his stomach involentarly growling when he realized it had been a while since he had something to eat.  "Just tell me when this all ends, 'cause that's the only thing I want to hear." 

Sam understood the feeling of wanting to get out of this world and go back to the cushioned lifestyle he was used to. He kept himself quiet, focusing on his food, knowing deep down it was all just a dream. "No, like I told you before, this isn't going to end." Dean was the one who broke the news to the poor kid who wanted to hear different. "Look, man, other guys, they got it easy, you know? It's all backyard barbeques and...bowling teams, but the three of us? We got to carry a little extra weight." 

 Kevin shook his head and nibbled on his food, “I can’t take it.” 

The kid was being pushed to his breaking point of how much more he could handle this lifestyle before it pushed him over the edge. Kevin's appearance was enough to show the brothers he wasn't doing well. From translating the tablet to thinking the king of hell was messing with his head, all Kevin wanted to do was go back to his old life. He wanted his mom, he wanted to be at college studying and cramming like other people his age. He was sick and tired of being trapped on this houseboat translating the word of God with no reward for his hard work.

"Yes, you can. Hey, look at me." Dean said, getting Kevin's attention so he could have a pep talk he so desperately needed at this time. And, maybe, Dean was talking to himself as well. "Now, this whole thing sucks. I know. But you suck it up and push through because that's what we do. And when you get on board with that, the ride is a lot smoother. Now...french fry?”

Kevin grabbed the paper cup tray with the fries he was offered along with the drink, taking it all for himself. Along with something that Dean had been looking forward to on the way back here.  "I'm gonna be in my room. Let me know when there's a good day." 

If there was something Dean loved anything more in this world other than a good burger was a slice of pie. He picked up some from the fast food joint him and Sam stopped at for lunch. He'd been thinking about it for a while, considering every time he bought himself a slice you went and ate it on him, claiming the baby was making you crave it. Since you were gone and you hated the smell of any kind of meat, he decided to treat himself to both of his favorites. Only Kevin took the one thing he was really looking forward to.   

"That's my pie." Dean muttered to himself, hearing the slam shut behind Kevin.  

He had to admit he felt a little disappointed at his treat being taken away from him. But if the kid ate something and got out of this funk, Dean guessed it was worth it. He sank his teeth into the burger and continued on eating, wondering how you were doing. He looked down at his watch to see that four hours had already passed since all of you parted ways. Only twenty more to go before you were back home safe.

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BTS Wings Tour Newark/Chicago

This weeks topic is going to be something not related to dramas at all, but BTS! I am member of ARMY and have been for almost three years now, so it’s awesome to see how big BTS has gotten. None the less, I figured I would share my WINGS tour experience, and eventually share my LOVE YOURSELF tour experience as well! I’ll include pics that my best friend and I have taken, but please don’t forget the credit and don’t remove it if it’s already there. 

Also note that if you’re looking for HD pics of the concert, you won’t find that here. Pics are all from a sweaty iPhone 7 snapchat camera. 

Now, let’s jump right in!

 ^ this was WINGS tour in Chicago btw

ALRIGHTY. Let’s start this adventure in Newark, because that’s where my best friend and I went to our first BTS concert! It was a super cold day in March, and we traveled from New York City to Newark via train along with a few other friends. The line around the Prudential Center where the concert was wrapped almost all the way around the building. Everywhere you went you could see people selling KPOP merch, and eager fans. It was pretty uplifting and exciting because everyone there was so energetic and hyped up, you could feed off the energy of everyone else just waiting in line.

But ya girl here forgot her ticket. So in we ran to the ticket booth, and I’m desperately showing them my receipt from Ticketmaster and they actually were able to reprint my ticket so I could enter. We didn’t have to wait in the super long line outside though, because we went in through a side entrance and the line for security was super short. So we go inside, and we sit upstairs on the floor and we’re just all super excited and looking forward to the concert. My best friend and I both got GA floor tickets so we were going to be in the pit, and my other friends had actual seats, so we left our coats and belongings with them, knowing that there wasn’t really going to be anywhere to place them later. This is important bc people were actually fainting in the pit because of dehydration and how hot it was! I actually caught a person, and gave them some of my water and security even came because we all parted like the Red Sea for them. If you have friends with seats, let them hold your stuff! 

Okay end of PSA.  

Fast forward, my best friend and I are in the pit and the concert has yet to begin. They’re playing BTS songs in the arena and we’re all jamming out and having a good time when eventually the lights dim, the curtain drops, and the beat for Not Today starts blaring. If ya’ll thought the pit was crowded before, it’s about to get wilder. Everyone rushed forward and it got so tight, you could barely lift your hands above your head, but with all the excitement that was fine.

I honestly do not remember the order of songs they played, but I do remember when they performed Lost because that’s when they came to the front stage and we could see them so close. 

When rap line took the stage though, all wigs were gone. Namjoon is my bias, and Suga is my best friends bias so we both LOST it when they started performing Cypher pt. 3. We did manage to get this gem of a photo though, and it is forever my favorite pic of rap line because MY BESTIE DID THAT.

I also managed to get Jin with his wings during his performance of awake, which was super emotional for me because that is one of my favorite songs off the whole album. Why do they always give Jin the most moving songs huh??? They really know how to get me sobbing, and it’s not fair anymore ok.

Overall the concert was b e a u t i f u l . I cannot express how much I miss that night and would love to relive it. I sometimes just lay there scrolling through all the snapchats and pictures I have of that night because it was truly a phenomenal night. Also, here are some gems that my best friend took because she’s actually talented as heck and y'all should check her IG out! 

My friend and I did go to WINGS in Chicago though, but that would honestly just have to be a whole separate post... I’m not too sure if I’d type it all out yet or not though, so I’m still contemplating.

Thanks for reading!! Hope y'all enjoyed the pics, and sorry if I rambled too much, this is more so just for me to reread later and either laugh or cringe.

Take care x 

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Little Hints

Cassian Andor x Reader

Request: Hey could you write something for Cassian/Reader, something along the lines of Cassian having a hard time verbalizing his feelings but he expresses them in other ways?

A/N: Hello everyone! I am excited to be able to write more and I will be getting to your requests now! I hope you enjoy this fic and please don’t hesitate to send in requests!

I do not own anything!!!

Captain Cassian Andor was head over heels in love with Y/F/N Y/L/N. He knew he was screwed the minute that they were first assigned on a mission together and he had heard her laugh after she had somehow gotten them out of trouble with some Stormtroopers. It was a heavenly sound and Cassian knew that all he wanted to be the reason that she was laughing and smiling. The only problem? He did not know how to tell her.

Cassian may have been one of the best intelligence officers in the Rebellion, but he was a complete fool when it came to Y/N. No matter how fearless he may have been when it came to going against the Empire, he was the complete opposite when it came to verbalizing his feelings towards Y/N. K2 had threatened him multiple times to tell her or else he would march right up to her and tell her himself.  But every time Cassian would walk up to Y/N with the intention of telling her how he felt, he would instead find himself becoming a blubbering mess and instead ask about their next mission or just make an excuse to walk away.  

The fact that he was intimidated by Y/N was very frustrating to Cassian and he found himself becoming moody about it more so than usual. Was it so hard to tell her that he thought about being more than just friends? That all he wanted to do was see her smile every day?

Cassian decided that he was going to finally tell Y/N how he felt. He was making his way through the X-Wing hangar in hopes that he would find Y/N and finally tell her that he cared for her more than a friend. No more games, it was now or never.

That’s what you said last time, he thought to himself.

Shut up, I’m really going to tell her.

I’ll believe it when I see it.

As these thoughts kept running through Cassian’s mind, he ran straight into Y/N, causing her to drop the data pad that she was holding. Cassian stared with his mouth agape before bending down and picking up the data pad, handing it back to her. Cassian tried to play off the shivers that went down his back as his fingertips barely grazed Y/N’s.

“Oh, Cassian,” Y/N laughed as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her other hand grabbing onto her data pad “Sorry, I should have been watching where I was going. Are you okay?”  

Lost for words after hearing Y/N laugh, Cassian just nodded and shifted awkwardly onto his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Cassian took in her appearance. Even though her eyes shone brightly, he could see the bags underneath from exhaustion. Her skin, usually glowing, seemed pale and she had looked as if she had lost weight.  Despite how tired she had looked, Cassian still thought she was the most beautiful person he laid eyes on.

He wondered, thought, if her being tired had anything to do with their last mission. He knew that Y/N had taken it pretty hard when she failed to save a child from crossfire between some Extremists and Stormtroopers while they were passing through. Cassian tried to comfort her, saying there was nothing she could have done and asked if she needed anything. Of course, she shook her head and spent the next few days isolated from everyone, including Cassian. Yet, here she was, smiling as if the incident never occurred.

Y/N continued to smile at Cassian as she spoke again,

“Always so quiet, Cassian. Am I really that intimidating?”

Cassian froze.

Shit, does she know?

“Uh, n-no I am just—“Y/N laughed again and placed her hand on Cassian’s arm, giving it a little squeeze.

“I’m kidding, Cassian.” Cassian breathed out in relief and smiled back.

Why does she have this affect one me?

“So, where are you headed in such a hurry?”

Just on my way to tell you that I love you and want to hold you in my arms every night while we fall asleep.

“Oh, right. I was just uh—looking for Kay. You see him?” Y/N shook her head,

“Nope, haven’t seen him. I can help you look for him if you’d like?”

Say yes, and then you can tell her how you feel.

“No, I think I know where he is. Thanks though, Y/N.” Y/N, still smiling, removed her hand from Cassian’s arm and pulled her data pad with both hands against her chest. He forgot all about it, but wished now that she would’ve kept her hand there as he missed her warm touch.

Just tell her. How bad could it be? The worst that could happen is that she says she doesn’t want to be with you.

“Ok, Cass,” His heart beat faster every time she called him that. Y/N was the only one allowed to call him Cass as she was the one to bestow the nickname upon him. Anyone else who called him that would get a scowl in return until they raised their hands in surrender and called him by his correct name.  

Quit being a nerf herder and tell her how you feel.

Y/N cleared her throat,

“Actually, Cass, I was wondering if you might have time to talk later. Maybe we can get dinner or something?”

Tell her.

“Oh, I don’t know, Y/N. I am supposed to be preparing for a mission and might just have to skip out on dinner.” Y/N’s smile dropped instantly and Cassian felt his heart shatter at the disappointed look that now lay upon Y/N’s face.

Way to go, instead of wanting to be the reason for her smile, you are now the reason for her being upset.

“Oh, of course, missions are important.” Cassian shifted his gaze between you and the floor, gave a tight-lipped smile, and nodded. It was quiet for a few moments before Y/N finally spoke again,

“Well, I’ll let you go then, Cass. Can’t keep K2 waiting, we both know how he can get when he is kept waiting.” Cassian looked back up at you and furrowed his brows,

“Hmm? What about K2?”

“You said earlier that you were looking for him?” Cassian’s eyes shot open in realization as he remembered that’s the lie he told Y/N.

“Right, well I’ll just- I’ll be going now. Like you said, can’t keep him waiting. Bye, Y/N.” Cassian walked past Y/N in a quick manner, but stopped to look back at Y/N, who gave a small smile when she called his name,

“Tell K2 I said hi, please.” Cassian felt the corner of his lip go up and nodded before he turned back to his fake search for the reprogrammed droid.

Idiot.

I know, I messed up.

She probably thinks you don’t like her now.

“Captain Andor, may I have a word?” Cassian stopped in his tracks and turned around only to find Mon Mothma standing behind him. He nodded and turned his body to face her properly, his hands moving behind his back. Mon Mothma walked up to him with her usual grace, giving him a small smile.

“I see Y/N is out of her room; that is good news.” Cassian glanced over at Y/N, who was now sitting down frowning at something on her data pad.

She has no idea how beautiful she looks with her nose scrunched up when she is frustrated.

“Yes, that is good news.”

“Well, let’s just hope she has all the support necessary to get through this tough time and that she will grace us all with her wonderful smile.” Cassian looked back at Mon Mothma, who was still smiling at Cassian. Cassian nodded an cleared his throat,

“If you’ll excuse me, ma’am, I need to—“

“You know, there are more ways to express your feelings towards another, Captain.” Cassian’s eyes widened and he began to stammer,

“Wha- uh, ma’am?”

“You don’t necessarily have to verbalize how you feel about Y/N, Captain. Little actions can have just as much meaning as actual words.” Before Cassian could respond, Mon Mothma excused herself and took off to talk with another pilot.

Cassian stood speechless in his spot and looked towards Y/N, whose gaze was still fixated on her data pad. He watched as the same piece of hair fall in front of her face, but this time she refused to push it back. Instead, Y/N sighed deeply and stood up from her spot, her shoulders sagging as she walked away.

Cassian knew he had to do something to get Y/N to smile as well as find a way to express his feelings. But what could he do? Suddenly, he began to smile as he knew just the thing, or rather things, to do just that.

Over the next few days, Cassian had done many different things to display his affection towards Y/N. He started off with doing little tasks, like making sure her droid companion had gotten checked for any damages and even made sure it had gotten tuned up a little. Whenever it was all fixed up, Cassian made sure that the mechanic and droid did not tell Y/N, as it was a surprise. Instead, he decided to leave a little note with the droid:

R4 informed me that you had been meaning to get him checked out for repairs, but have been struggling to do so. You’ll find that he has no damages and has even requested for a touch-up (you got yourself a very persistent droid). Now you have one less thing to worry about.

Cassian watched from afar as the droid rolled up to Y/N with the note taped to him. When Y/N saw the droid and read the note, Cassian swore his heart stopped as he watched the corners of her mouth turn up into the biggest smile. As she looked around to try and find out who could have been responsible, Cassian made sure to look busy as he wasn’t quite finished with his tasks.

The next thing Cassian decided to do was make sure that her U-Wing also underwent damage checks and made sure to that it was filled with gas as well as equipped with the correct materials. He even made sure to pack some of her favorite snacks in a little sack as he knew she would frequently forget to eat while she went on missions. Again, he left a note:

I seem to worry about you when we are not assigned for missions together. That’s why I took the liberty of making sure your ship wasn’t damaged. That way, I won’t go crazy thinking the worst while you are away. I hope you enjoy the snacks, I know sometimes the stress of missions can cause you to worry about others more than yourself. Don’t forget to take care of yourself.

When Y/N returned from her mission, Cassian watched as she walked down the ramp of her ship, chewing happily on a piece of fruit that Cassian had left her. She looked more energized than when she left and Cassian couldn’t keep himself from smiling at the possibility that he was the reason she was starting to look like her old self.

Lastly, he had decided to leave her favorite flowers in places that she visited daily, such as in her U-Wing, her favorite sitting tree, and her usual seat in the dining hall. Equipped with each flower were little notes as well:

Every time I see this flower, I am reminded of you and the moments we’ve spent together. Thank you for gracing me with your wonderful laugh and smile.

I know you like to spend time here to get away from the pressure of the Rebellion. I hope this can help relieve some of the stress and be a reason for you to smile.

I find myself falling for you more and more every time I see you smile.

Cassian figured that since he still had enough flowers, he decided to place them in a vase and sneak them into her quarters. This time, instead of a small note, he would leave a letter that expresses his feelings and instead of being anonymous, would be signed by him.

Cassian made sure the coast was clear before heading into Y/N’s quarters. He asked Kay to keep her busy while he snuck the gift into her room. When he walked into Y/N’s room, he wasn’t at all surprised to find how clean it was. The only thing that was even mildly messy was her bed as the sheets and pillows were thrown all over the place, a key sign of struggling to sleep.

Cassian’s eyes stopped at the little bedside table near Y/N’s bed and smiled as he saw the two previous notes from him sitting there and decided he would place the vase there. As soon as he felt like they were set perfectly, he pulled the letter from his pocket and was about to lean it up against the vase until,

“Cass?”

Cassian quickly turned around to find Y/N standing in the doorway, clutching onto the other flowers he had left behind for her as well as the notes.

“Oh, Y/N, I was just—“

“You did all of this for me?”

“W-well I, uh, yes.” Cassian watched as Y/N’s smile grew wide and she took a couple of steps towards Cassian.

“But why?” Y/N stopped in front of Cassian and he felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest.  Instead of speaking, he reached behind him and grabbed the letter that sat against the vase and gently handed it to Y/N. Y/N furrowed her brows, but took the letter graciously from Cassian and carefully tore the envelope. Cassian watched anxiously as she began to read the letter.

My Dearest Y/N,

You’re probably wondering why I have been leaving these notes instead of actually talking to you. The truth is that I find myself speechless in your presence and find it hard to speak to you without making a complete fool of myself. I find it easier for me to express my feelings with little hints and leaving these notes. It is a way for me to tell you how I feel without actually having to speak it, but I hope that after you read this and come find me, that I will have the confidence to do so.

Y/N, I am truly and unequivocally in love with you. The moment I first saw your smile, the only thing I knew in that moment was that your smile shone brighter than any star in the entire galaxy. When I first heard your laugh, it was such a beautiful sound that all I wanted to do was be the reason for that beautiful laugh to be heard.

I am also sorry about the events from the last mission. I wish more than anything that you weren’t dealing with the pain that you are now. I know that you took it hard but believe me when I tell you that there is nothing you could have done to save both you and that child. I love you and I don’t want to lose you, because ever since that day I realized I was in love with you, my life has been better.

I can only hope that you return these feelings, or I have just made a complete fool of myself. But, knowing that I have made you smile with these little notes has made it even more worth it than you’ll ever know. I hope that you’ll have me, Y/F/N Y/L/N, because you already hold my heart.

Yours,

Cass

Cassian watched as Y/N’s eyes were now filling with tears. He began to panic internally, thinking about how he messed everything up and what a complete fool he was thinking that Y/N reciprocated the same feelings for him. Just before he could apologize, Y/N threw her arms around his neck and smashed her lips against his.

Stunned, Cassian shakily placed his hands on the small of her back before pulling her closer, eliminating any space that may have been between them, and kissed her back with neediness he didn’t know he had. He felt her fingers tangle in his hair as he deepened the kiss and moved his hands to gather onto her shirt.

Cassian had lost all sense of time as he continued to kiss Y/N. It was as if everything had stopped around them and they were the only two beings left in the entire galaxy. He didn’t care. He wanted this moment to last forever, but he knew that all good things must come to an end.  

Cassian placed his hands on Y/N’s waist and gently pulled away from her so he could catch his breath. Y/N’s eyes were still closed and Cassian smiled as he gently kissed the top of her nose before placing his forehead against hers. Y/N removed her hands from the back of Cassian’s neck and reached for his hands so as to intertwine her fingers with his.

“I love you too, Cass.” He heard her whisper. Cassian pulled away to see Y/N with her eyes open, looking up at Cassian with the most adoring look, “I’ve also been trying to find ways to tell you, but I was afraid you would reject me as well. But when I finally got the courage to do so, you were in a rush to find K2 and—“

“About that, Y/N, I wasn’t really looking for Kay. I was on my way to tell you my feelings, but when I saw you smiling, I just got so intimidated and didn’t know how you would react. I’m sorry for lying.” Y/N giggled, and Cassian couldn’t stop himself from pulling her in for another kiss, this one being more soft and short.

When Y/N pulled away, she smiled brightly and Cassian lifted one hand up to gently trace her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Just promise me that you will not try to avoid me when you want to tell me you love me, Cass. Because there may be a chance that I will be trying to tell you that as well and I don’t want to have to be searching all over Yavin 4 for you.” Cassian laughed and pulled up one of her hands to his lips, placing the softest kiss upon her knuckles,

“I promise, my love.”

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i n s e c u r e // aleks x punk/emo!reader

Hey, sorry I haven't posted an imagine since dec 25th 2015. (Yikes) I can't thank this person enough for reaching out and letting me know what they thought of my work, if it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have posted anymore, but I really cracked down on myself to focus on things I love doing, and that being writing for you guys. (Also I'm sorry it took so so long to finish and post this, the request was fun to write- I just have been continuously been getting non-stop, back to back, extremely sick out of nowhere and also for things I don't think I could have prevented- it has been a really rough time for me and I've been under a lot of stress and pressure for my age.) hopefully it's somewhat good or moderately enjoyable, ESPECIALLY for the AMAZING AND RAD REQUESTER ILYSSSSM Much love as always! Keep sending in requests, and share your thoughts! / reblog to share the luhv of ff <333 Xx. !request: “ Thank you so much!!! Could i please have an Aleks x Punk/Emo Reader please? I dont mind what i will let you choose Again i love your work ❤️❤️❤️ ” (again thank you to the person who requested this, I didn't know if you were comfortable or not with your blog being directly @'ted. Regardless! Much love to you, thank you for your amazing amazing amazing support and incredible patience!) Warnings(ish idk??): swearing, slight sexual themes, self esteem issues. ((sorry I don't know how to actually do posts with cuts in them/posting without good formatting, I'm still using mobile.)) - - - - - "Thanks for the ride-" he started, but you cut him off with a "don't mention it-". You pulled out of the driveway of aleks' house and made your way to the 'boonies', not with much excitement. It was just early enough with the time change to need a pair of shades. 'Sonofa-' and with that, you realized you left yours on your kitchen counter. 'Great' you thought, thinking you'd be able to look decent and have everything together so this wouldn't have to be a more agonizing ride than it was planned out to be. But clearly that wasn't going to happen. It was agonizing because of your own mind. It was making this 'internship' harder than it should. Constantly having to deal with an overwhelming amount of editing, filming, and have a cute colleague drive your blood pressure through the roof whenever they're around was really bringing you to the brink of insanity. "So." He started "You're different." Just that half of a statement made you want to jump out of the car. You didn't want to play this game; the whole 'get to know why she acts that way', 'dresses this and that way', 'simply breathes that way'. It was crystal clear to say the least, that in your mind he's way out of your league. There's no reason for him to try to get to know you? What's he pushing this for? Just to be a dick to the dumb intern? All of these thoughts running faster and faster, only adding to your groggy state. Your knuckles were practically white from your grip on the wheel. Somehow, Aleks noticed that. You can feel his eyes on your hands, so you try to ease up. But he'll never seem to make things easy. "Uu-h yeah, I guess.-" trailing off, Aleks still had his eyes set on you. "I mean not in a bad way- oh god..." sighing in defeat almost, letting his head fall back on the headrest as if he had a migraine or broke his great grandmother's fine china. "It's fine, I get it." You replied simply, trying your hardest to not fall into your insecurities. Whatever he saw that was "different" made you worry. What was it exactly? The band tees, the consistent hair dye changes, the piercings, the stacked amount of bracelets on your arms of random ones you've come across, and ones with your favorite band's logos on them? As soon as the car was parked, you hopped out, grabbing your bag and heading towards the barn while hitting the lock button on your keys as soon as you heard aleks' door close. 'Please ease up- just today?' You mentally bargained with Christ. He's probably too busy, and that leaves you with the one and only Satan. He didn't even know he was doing this to you, and you'd figured that was possible but just had found it easier to believe he did it on purpose. Aleks was at his desk, which was facing yours, just humming and doing the random subconscious things he always does. Persona pushed aside, he had so many features that were meant to be framed in an art museum. When he's concentrating, he always wrinkles his forehead and rests his chin on his hand. Both of you had been stuck with editing a lot more than usual, and James had something to do so he left early. The quiet background music you had playing on another tab ended, you didn't bother with putting on another song, you were so close to finishing the last couple post-rolls. Aleks was still in front of you, probably almost done too- you just stared at your screen till you heard him start quietly saying something in Russian. He was so out of it- If someone was just walking in it would seem like it was just you watching carefully, as if you knew what he was saying. But really, it was you distracted completely by him slowly gliding his tongue across his bottom lip and biting down on it out of habit. The sound of his feet shifting across the cold floor made you look back at your screen, but his voice- whatever he was saying, you had no clue. But it was hot as fuck, yet also so soothing. Letting your head rest on your hand you instinctively let your eyes rest as well. You've never breathed deeper than in that moment. "y/n?" He carefully whispered, looking across the desk to see you, looking peaceful and completely at ease. His breath was stuck in his throat instantly. He would've taken a picture of you so he could remember what you looked like when you're not tense and stressed but your eyes quickly opened. "You look tired as hell, if you have more post-rolls left I don't mind finishing them for you tomorrow." He said almost in a whisper; like he was afraid of bothering you. "Hmn-? Oh! N-no, I was finished a little bit ago, I must've dosed off." "You look like you chugged a bottle of zquil, y/n..." Eyebrows raised and all, you realized that you were indeed the most tired you've ever felt, Lack of sleep to be the blame- the third night without sleep to be exact. "You can call shotgun, I'll drive. C'mon, it's the least I can do. Besides paying for gas money until I can get my car done." He continued giving you hopeful brown eyes that you were quick to avoid. You were easily convinced to say the least. How could you not be? "Fine, I guess..." you said grabbing your jean jacket and backpack. Quickly turning off lights and set ups, you both walked out and locked the door in a slight hurry, the temperature dropped, no surprise. Keys in one hand you passed them to him, your hands briefly touching. "Hope you know how to drive a stick shift." You said hoping he couldn't see your flushed cheeks as you strolled slyly over to the passenger side keeping your eyes down. Quickly hopping in, you rubbed your arms up and down trying to create some warmth. He chuckled, his breath visible in the cold air. 'I'm so fucked' you thought. "Hm?" Aleks murmured stopping what he was doing and staring directly at you. "What? Did I say something?" You asked, trying so hardly to play it off. "Well, I guess not-" he looked back down with a smirk and turned the keys igniting the engine. "Do you have an aux cord?" He asked "Uh no..." "Do you always just drive in quiet?" He pressed. "Ha, no!? I just have a lot of uh..." squeezing your eyes shut to avoid getting worked up. 'CDs, y/n?! Just say you are an avid CD collector because you deeply appreciate your emo phase and the bands that had been apart of it!' You thought. 'Stop being such a baby!' Your conscious scolded. You wanted to curl up in a ball. There's no way to avoid it anymore, you sold yourself to the devil when you listened to 'I don't love you', by my chemical romance. You'd rather be in a passenger seat with your worst ex right now rather than deal with his judgement. "Oh! You have cds? Are they in the console? Dude, that's so sick! I have a ton of cds too!" He exclaimed with a childish but sincere excitement. Every single word flew over your head. He began to lift up your console that was stashed full of your life's collection of ridiculous cds, special edition copies, ep's. Oh god... As he scooted your elbow off of it and went on to open it, you inhaled and let your head fall against the window. 'FUCKFUCKFUCK-' you screamed repeatedly over and over in your head, but you were stopped by the sound of the console quickly closing. "I'm so stupid," he muttered, letting out a sigh. "Just- uh, get comfortable and shit, and uh try and sleep- that was my reason for driving you-" he spoke almost mad. His previous excitement completely gone. Just a douchey outer shell of a content creator you used to admire. Maybe he really isn't the way you thought he was, that cute, rowdy, and funny personality who would give even a weirdo like you a chance. Or even a friendship. "Aleks, you really don't need to! I'm okay, really, you look much more tired-" you stopped when you saw his stare saying all too much. "Okay, fine. I'll try and sleep." You groaned turning on your side facing the window as best as you could. Your hood helped a lot, but still it was cold as heck. You drifted off quickly, the last thing you remember seeing was rain drops rolling down the window. "You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours, secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought, maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours..." your eyes blinked open slowly trying to reassess what's happening. You see the familiar street lamps passing by and you slowly breathe again, happy to almost be home. You smiled at the realization that Aleks had been singing the entire time, and it definitely wasn't the radio, no one has played this since it was big only meaning he went through your cd stash. His voice distracted you, making your stomach giddy like it does when you're on a trampoline, not knowing how high up you're going, and the unknowing feeling of when you're going to catch ground, over and over. Finally the car was parked, ignition turned off. And a tired Aleks gently rubbed your arm up and down in an attempt to bring you back to consciousness, although you definitely already were. You also realized the familiar fabric laying over you; it was his jacket. Your heart melting, you attempted to fake stirring in your sleep, not giving up the act that easily. An audible sigh was heard from your left, Then the obvious jingling of keys, and then another sigh. "y/n/n, What's wrong?" He asked out loud. Him calling you by your nickname hit you in your gut. No one does that. "Huh?" You asked, pretty confused. "Why do you always do shit to push me away?" Now he had your full attention. "What are?-" "No!" He loudly stopped you. What's happening with him? "Why do you always push me away?" He asked again while attempting to keep you in your seat with his awfully harsh eyes glaring into your own. "What the fuck Aleksandr?" You pushed yourself up grabbing the door handle and seeing he purposely locked the door. Great. "I- I just want to know why, you won't ever talk to me normally, you can barely tolerate a drive with me? What's your fucking deal?!" He was yelling too loud for you to even think. Your fingers pulling at your roots out of frustration. Not even feeling the pain it was causing to your head. "Have you never felt insecure, aleks? You don't get it! Why the fuck do you care anyways?! Just so you can hear someone say how much they like you? Or how much better you are than them?-" by now tears tinted black were streaming down your face uncontrollably. All the pent up frustration and feelings were unveiled and put on show like a trophy case. If you weren't so sleep deprived and out of your head you'd shut up by now. "You know what? Tomorrow, I'll just turn in my r-" With no warning, and ridiculous speed, he had his hand impatiently bringing your face to his, he let his other hand take your chin, tilting it up towards his soft and smooth lips. He didn't bother being polite or delicate, he was just as pissed off at you for no clear reason too. He made sure to let you know that- he wasn't easing up, and you couldn't care less. His lips were saying things that words never could, but in sync, as if you completely were on the same page. He'd bite down on your bottom lip harshly and use his teeth to pull on it, then suck on it again and again until you'd moan uncomfortably. Groaning he grabbed your hips and managed to sit you on his lap while not leaving your mouth alone. You impatiently kissed and bit all along his jaw, the smell of his aftershave burning through you, watching his head tilt back and eyebrows furrow. His hands weaving in your hair, pulling slightly, continuously panting against your mouth as he let your weight fall against him, foreheads resting on another. Your skin was dotted with bruised and pulsing teeth marks. His pale skin practically mirrored yours. "Ah f-fuck y/n-" he moaned in your ear, tightening his hold on you. He shifted in the seat from under you trying to get you to stop subconsciously writhing your hips back and forth, not doing anything other than holding you tighter, and letting his head fall into your neck when you'd stilled finally getting the message. He clearly was trying to control himself, he wouldn't take advantage of this; no matter how much he enjoyed being under you. "y/n? Can I take you to your room? Not like to fuck! But to sleep with- shit, next to you?" He asked, eyes rolled back. "Yes- yes, please... Are you okay, Aleks? I'll get off of you-" "Ah. No, fuck- just don't move for a second babygirl, okay?" He hissed grabbing your hips as you arched yourself forward. Smirking, you nodded in his neck, though the nickname he gave you just made you want to do your worst, he probably hadn't even realized he said that, but damn. You breathed heavily and stayed as still as you could so he could catch his breath. Soon enough he finally got out of the car, and swiftly picked you up, not without kissing you harshly on your lips, before picking you and his backpack up, and made his way to your bedroom. He laid you down softly, and set his backpack down, taking of his shirt and jeans in the process as you did somewhat the same. He made his way around the bed and crawled under your covers, his needy hands reaching out for your sides to embrace, you could feel how easy it was to reciprocate his feelings. Which you did. He pulled you tightly flushed against him, his cold fingertips tracing up your sensitive sides with his head resting into your neck and hair. Any movement would probably just grind on him- which was fun, but both of you were so content being just like this, it could wait till morning. Never thinking you'd be in the same bed as him washed over you, and his cold breath and movements, it was hard to close your eyes from trying to burn the mental picture of him. He looked so peaceful and worry free. His arms tied around your back as his chest became the best pillow you'd ever had. Getting to stare at his tattoos felt like a blessing. Tracing the outlines of some and relaxing to the feeling of his breathing was something you can't help but want to be able to do forever. Occasionally while admiring his entire being a kiss would be planted here and there on his chest. This went on till he moaned and slowly opened his brown eyes to only be a couple inches from yours. He trailed his hand ever so slowly up the outside of your left leg to pull it up on his waist. Feeling every part of him as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and letting his lips dwell all over. "y/n?" he asked in a rough voice, "Why didn't you want me to look in the console?" He softly asked "…well, it's just embarrassing. I don't want you to see my cds and shit because I know you would hate me even more and peg me as some punk ass if you saw how many band posters I have-" "Wait- you think I hate you? y/n, of all things to get insecure about- your music taste is nothing that you should be paranoid about." He said leaning on his elbow looking down at you "I love a lot of the same bands you do- I just thought I'd look like a tool if I walked up to you and sounded like a dick only talking to you about one band on your shirt. I'd been wanting to ask you out- I just didn't have the balls to make a move till last night..." His sentence was cut short by your mouth on his, stopping his banter of self consciousness made you understand how ridiculous your own was. It was definitely reassuring to hear him say that he did like your He sat on top of you quickly, to whisper "my taste in music iS YOUR FACE!-" as loud as he could, which in turn, started a pillow fight of attempting to suffocate each other with a pillow. Also making you both late for work, let's just say you regret not having time to put makeup over the bruises that littered your neck. You two would never hear the end of that.