#should've locked up your donuts

[nikkiswiki]

...the only thing I really liked about the reunion was that Inuyasha picked up Moroha like a baby and shook like a leaf when she broke down in his arms and THAT WAS IT.

I'm really pissed that Kagome spent more time fawning over the Colonel Sanders twins instead of her own goddamn daughter. Also figures that they made Moroha fall asleep so the Wonderbread twins could even further steal the spotlight from her. IDGAF that they are family, Tweedledum and Tweedledee are inukags NIECES, while Moroha is their DAUGHTER. Moroha should've had the chance AND first dibs there to catch up with them.

And of COURSE they did the osuwari command even though Inuyasha had plenty of reason to not care about Sesshomaru's well being. Like the special oc donut steal twins shouldn't care either, he practically abandoned them, but god forbid the writers be brave enough to traverse down that storyline. Sesshomaru is the reason Inukag weren't able to raise Moroha. And that's just ignoring all the years of being neglected/terrorized by his older brother back when he was a total bigot. But instead of respecting that, any anger on Inuyasha's part is treated as comical.

IM ALSO PISSED THEY MADE KAGOME SAY "I'm sure Sesshomaru had his reasons" LIKE THERE WAS NONE. He trapped them both in the pearl because he was certain that they would be able to kill Kirinmaru and Zero and then accidentally kill Rin by default, and instead of talking to them like a mature adult he fucking locks them away and throws away the key. I expected they weren't going to be as angry as they should have been to Sesshomaru, because the writers don't know how to write for shit.

And apparently Sesshomaru knew that Moroha was a slave too but seeing as how he left his infant daughters, Thing 1 & Thing 2 in the goddamn woods to raise themselves I knew he wasnt going to do shit about it.

And what was Kagome's reaction to seeing pictures of her family after not seeing them for more than fourteen fucking years, and probably expected to never see them again?????

I'm really fucking mad that once again Towa is going to be the one to save the day even though these are Moroha's parents and Moroha should be the one to save her parents goddamit. But nah, even though this show is called FUCKING YASHAHIME, Sunrise doesn't bother giving girls individual arcs where they each take turns shining and saving the day.

At this point please write out inukag and Moroha and rename the show "Sesshomaru's Daughters" so we don't have to deal for any more of your bullshit.

[domxmarvel]

Second chance

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“She/he/They doesn’t love you,not like I do” Luka couffaine x Female!Reader

"Mari, do you wanna go back home and play?"

"Sorry,I promised Alya to go with her after school. We'll play when I get back" She quickly walked over to her best friend,grabbed your stuff from your locker and walked back home. Opening the door to the building you walked in.

"Hey Y/N" You jumped,not expecting anyone to be there. "Sorry,I didn't mean to scare you," Luka said,avoiding your eyes.

"Don't worry about it,I should've been paying attention" You laughed. "Anyway, what brings you here?" 

"I was gonna go see a movie with Marinette,I'm waiting for her to get back."  Marinette had told you about her date with Luka,but it seems that she forgot about it completely. 

"How long have you been waiting?"

"Like three minutes,I just got here" 

"I think she's already back" You lied,Luka was so sweet and you didn't like how Marinette was practically toying with his very obvious feelings. It hurt you to see him being treated like that,because you loved him and knew you could treat him better than Marinette. "I'll go get her" You ran upstairs before he could even respond.

You quickly ran to get changed,lucky Marinette's clothes fit you perfectly. You quickly put your hair into pigtails like her. You ran down as fast as you could,which caused you to trip but Luka caught you. 

"Are you alright?" You looked up,you were mere inches away from his face. 

"Yes,thank you" Lucky he didn't seem to suspect you,and tripping wasn't that out of character for Marinette. "Sorry I made you wait that long"

"Don't worry about it,but we should get going if we don't wanna miss the movie" He held your hand as you walked. 

***

The walk to the cinema went by quickly,because you were too caught up in the game. 

“You are,you are..”

“The donut of my life” You laughed. “One more. Under the moonlight by the sea..”

“Kiss me”

“I mean if you insist” Both of you leaned closer and kissed. You spent the rest of the day talking,laughing and eating ice cream. 

***

Those moments brought you so much joy and guilt,you knew he liked Marinette but you couldn’t stop how you felt. What were you supposed to do now? What were you supposed to tell your sister? You couldn’t even look at her,everytime it just made you feel worse. You locked yourself in your room,you couldn’t even look at yourself and ended up cutting off some of your hair. Luka probably told Marinette and she must’ve figured it out and explained it to him. He called and texted you but you didn’t answer him or your sister.  You were surprised that they left you alone,until someone knocked on your door. You walked towards the door,opening it, you said.

“Marinette please just leave me alone” 

“Well I’ve never been called that before '' You looked up and saw Luka,he was laughing. Immediately you tried to shut the door,but he put his hand up and blocked the door. “Y/N please just hear me out”

“No!” You had already started crying. He pushed past you and walked into your room,closing the door behind him. 

“Y/N,I don’t hate you for what you did. But please tell me why?”

“Because she doesn’t love you,not like I do.” You had your back to him and suddenly he wrapped his arms around you.

“Y/N,I knew it was you the whole time”

“What? How did you?”

“I’ve been feeling uncertain about how I felt for Marinette,and I don’t think I love her as much as I love you”

“If you knew it was me the whole time,why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you went through all of that to keep me happy,and I didn’t want to make you feel like you failed. But I had so much more fun with you.” He ran his fingers over your hair,pushing some away from your face. “I live this new style,it suit you”  He smiled at you

“No,it doesn't” You laughed

[bumblesimagines]

Protect Him

Request; Yes or No

Wanda is apparently 28 in WandaVision so Imma keep her age 28-32 while (Y/N) is 19-24.

Also disclaimer: She might be ooc but that's probs cause I only remember edgy Wanda lmao. I also haven't seen a Marvel movie in like a year.

~

Wanda felt a soft breeze blow by, strands of her red hair swaying along. She watched with a gentle gaze as people walked or jogged. The park always had people around but it wasn't overly crowded. She could hear the sound of cars behind her, occasionally honking. Wanda felt empty. Vision was gone. Right when they had began their life together in Europe. Wanda felt her eyes burn with unshed tears. She inhaled sharply, quickly wiping away any tears when someone sat beside her.

"Coffee?" Wanda blinked, turning her head as she sniffled softly. Her gaze locked onto the coffee cup, reaching out and gently taking it. She looked at the young man, sitting beside her, lips parting.

"Why?"

"You seem down." He shrugged lightly, looking forward, watching the lake water sparkle from the sunlight hitting it. Wanda noticed the name written on the cup. '(Y/N)'.

"Wanda, right?" (Y/N) looked at her, head tilting. Wanda nodded slowly, eyeing the young man next to her. Her guard was up.

"I've never met a superhero before." (Y/N) said, looking back at the lake.

"I wouldn't call myself a hero." Wanda mumbled, leaning back against the bench. Her finger gently tapped against the cup, wondering if it was drugged or poisoned. She could always use her powers but she didn't want to be seen by other civilians.

"Why not? Saving people makes you a hero by default. Even if some of the Avengers are terrorists, mass murderers, and automatically can't be trusted cause they work for the government." (Y/N) shrugged lightly, chuckling softly. Wanda let a small smile slip, looking forward.

"Sorry for your losses." (Y/N) added, licking his lips and softly sighing. Wanda hummed gently, shoulders relaxing. She finally raised the cup to her lips, taking a sip. The coffee had gotten a bit cold but Wanda didn't mind.

"What brings you here?" (Y/N) asked gently, taking a sip from his coffee as well. Wanda inhaled deeply, eyes shutting briefly.

"I come here to think, I suppose." Wanda answered, unsure with her response. (Y/N) seemed to notice but didn't comment.

"The park is a good place for that. If you don't mind honking and barking." He chuckled softly, shifting slightly to face her. Wanda's gaze dropped to the ground. (Y/N) watched her saddened expression.

"Wanna talk about it?" (Y/N) asked, tilting his head. "We don't have to but.. You can talk and I'll listen."

"I.." Wanda began, glancing at him. She shifted to face him as well, placing her cup down infront of her. The bench was sturdy enough that the coffee wouldn't tip over.

"I miss Vision a lot.. He understood me. He cared for me. He and Natasha were friends of mine and.. They didn't even get a statue or a big memorial like Tony did. They were just as important as him. I'm angry and hurt and.. I lost the love of my life. I watched him die twice and I couldn't save him.." Wanda let out a soft whimper, letting her tears fall freely as her heart ached.

"I should've been more aware.. Maybe.. Maybe if I had done something or- or been quicker, he would still be here. I should've protected him." Wanda sniffled, sobs escaping her as she covered her face with her hands and cried. (Y/N) reached out, gently touching her shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. (Y/N) placed the coffee cup between them elsewhere, scooting closer and giving her a proper hug. She was clearly still grieving and in need of comfort.

"You don't have to be alone in this, Wanda. You don't have to hold everything in until you can't anymore." (Y/N) whispered softly, gently rubbing her back. She sympathized with her. Being a hero had its pros but it had its cons as well. Being a hero meant knowing your family was always in constant danger of being targeted. He could only imagine what it must've been like to watch someone he cared about die twice.

"There's something I do when I'm overwhelmed.. Probably isn't good to do it here but if you want, I can take you somewhere you can." (Y/N) said, pulling back and gently wiping the tears away from her soft skin. Wanda sniffled, brows slightly furrowing. She swallowed, giving a small nod. If anything were to happen, she had the upperhand with her powers. They stood up, throwing away their cold coffees and walking away. The dogs that passed by put Wanda at ease as they went over to a car. Wanda hesitantly got in, buckling in. (Y/N) did the same, driving out of the parking space.

"Are you from Edinburgh?" Wanda asked softly, turning her head to look at him. She hadn't noticed a scottish accent from him but didn't want to assume. (Y/N) licked his lips, chuckling softly as he shook his head.

"You're asking if I was born here, the answer's no. I'm from New York City. I decided to become a.. Nomad after you and your hero friends destroyed the city for like the twelfth time but I decided to calm down and chill for a year or two." (Y/N) explained, giving her a small smile. Wanda hummed, understanding why'd he want to leave. She left for a good reason. To get away from the chaos and guilt. The only person she kept in contact with was Clint. They were each other's rocks. They both knew how it felt to watch someone they loved die. Wanda noticed they were heading away from the city.

"I promise I'm not kidnapping you. We can get donuts after this." (Y/N) said, noticing some uneasiness. (Y/N) pulled into a trail, parking and motioning out. He got out of the car, followed by Wanda. (Y/N) walked forward until there was a clearing and a field. Wanda smiled softly, looking over the field. Everything felt calming. The sound of the birds and wind russling leaves relaxed her.

"I like to go to the middle of the field and just scream. I found this place when I first came here. It's pretty nice to let everything out without hurting anyone." (Y/N) told her, giving her a small nudge. Wanda slowly walked towards the middle, feeling the grass gently prickle her fingers. She stood in the middle and inhaled, eyes closing. She let out a scream, her powers unknowingly making an energy wave. Luckily, it wasn't a big one but it didn't cause some birds to flee in a panic. The grass around her flattened, her hands glowing a bright red. (Y/N) was glad he hadn't gone with her to the middle. Once she couldn't scream anymore, Wanda gently panted, eyes opening as she scanned her surrondings. She felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Wanda felt lighter. She heard laughing, turning her head as (Y/N) walked towards her.

"That was incredible to watch. Feel any better?" (Y/N) asked, giving her a smile. Wanda nodded, watching him. She felt like she could finally breathe. Her gaze softened as she looked (Y/N) over. Wanda didn't want to lose him either. She was beginning to get attached.

"I'm willingly to share my secret screaming spot." (Y/N) said, giggling softly after. Wanda smiled, cheeks gently flushing as she chuckled and nodded.

"Thank you." She breathed out. Maybe, she could finally have someone who she could protect and keep safe, no matter the cost.

[griefpersevering]

the ripples they cause

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Chapter Fifteen: Strangers Again

Notes:

hello everyone!! I hope you've had a lovely week :D

the title from this chapter comes from the song Strange by Celeste!

I'm going on holiday next week, so no new chapter, but I should be back after that!

Sneak peek:

Until now, Peter had done his best to avoid the hundreds of articles, thousands of social media posts, and a handful of conspiracy theories about what happened in London. But now that the public opinion of Spider-Man could affect the lives of hundreds of people like him, he starts looking.

Other than the few MJ shared on the school's rooftop to make him laugh, the internet paints him as the villain in his own tragedy; a power hungry, sub-human monster that destroys monuments for fun and killed Mysterio for his own gain.

So, Daredevil is right. The government wants to use him as a reason to go after other vigilantes. And, in turn, Mr. Murdock was also right — the only solution is to fix the way the public sees him.

"Whatcha looking at?" MJ asks, nudging his arm. "You look like someone just ran over your dog."

Peter locks his phone and shoves it in his back pocket. MJ raises an eyebrow, but the door to the cafe opens before either of them can say anything else.

"Hi," Ned says, ambling over to his usual seat and tossing his backpack on the floor. "No Craig today?"

MJ glances at Peter, narrowing her eyes, before turning to Ned. "He has an appointment with his divorce lawyer," she says. Peter's glad his wife is leaving him, but he's more glad that he won't be there to bother them for an afternoon.

"I didn't know lawyers worked on a Saturday," Ned says.

MJ shrugs. "Crime never sleeps."

She grabs a jelly donut for Ned and slides it to him, leaning on the counter. He smiles back at her and takes a bite, covering his face in powdered icing.

Even though they both used to be his friends, Peter feels like he's intruding on a private moment. All of their old inside jokes and shared experience is gone now, and he's left feeling like a third wheel in a friendship he used to be the center of.

"So, Peter," MJ asks, her voice poison-sweet. "What were you looking at on your phone?"

"And how's your hand?" Ned adds, his voice muffled by the donut in his mouth.

He should've known she wouldn't drop his weird behaviour. "All fixed," Peter says, holding up his hand to show Ned. "And I was looking at the new vigilante laws they want to pass."

MJ nods, the corners of her mouth turning up in pleasant surprise. "I heard about that. The government is desperate for control after the Sokovia Accords fell through."

Ned holds up a hand to get their attention. "Did I miss a big announcement, or...?"

MJ picks up a cloth and starts wiping the kitchen surfaces. "They want to crack down on enhanced individuals who are acting outside the law," she explains. "If they commit an act of 'vigilantism', they get arrested and their identity publically revealed."

After everything Peter has done to hide his identity, he can't let it happen again. At least this time, if everyone finds out he's Spider-Man, no one else will be affected.

Ned frowns. "But that's not fair! They're superheroes."

"As soon as you're on the list, you don't count as human anymore," Peter adds. "No more human rights, so they can treat you however they want."

Ned looks down at his donut, frowning. "That's terrible."

MJ hums in agreement, dipping her cloth in the washing up bowl. "I was thinking of organising a protest."

Peter's head snaps towards her. "What?"

"They're putting these laws into place because of what happened with Spider-Man and Mysterio," she says. "But Spider-Man has saved our life a few times, so I feel like we owe him something in return."

Peter swallows. He wasn't sure if they'd remember that. "You've met Spider-Man?"

"He saved our class while we were on a school trip in DC. The elevator in the Washington Monument fell, and he caught it."

"He also saved us in London!" Ned adds. "Mysterio's drones were coming after us. I saw him get attacked by them, so he couldn't have been in control like the news says!"

MJ frowns. "That was also on a school trip."

"He's my favourite superhero," Ned continues, beaming. "He got me a Christmas present, too, so we're basically best friends."

Oh, if only Ned knew how true that used to be.

"What was the gift?" MJ asks, pausing her cleaning to scrutinise Ned's reaction.

"A Lego Star Wars set."

He was never supposed to find out where the present came from. "How do you know it's from Spider-Man?"

"He gave it to my neighbour and she dropped it off," he explains. "Lydia is also a huge fan, so she totally freaked out."

MJ tosses her cloth into the sink. "Did it have Iron Man wrapping paper?"

Ned frowns. "How did you know that?"

"I think I also got one," she says, rubbing her temple. "Someone left a present on my windowsill, but I'm on the tenth floor. I had no idea how it got there."

Ned whips his phone out of his jacket pocket, his eyes growing wide with excitement. "I'll text Betty to see whether it was our whole class, or if we're just Spider-Man's favourites. This is so cool!"

MJ shakes her head. "I'm guessing you didn't have a vigilante-ridden Christmas?" she asks Peter.

He scratches the back of his neck. "Not unless you count the fact that Daredevil rescued my neighbours once."

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[aetheternity]

I'll admit it's exciting. (Armin x reader)

Synopsis: Being your professor's dirty little secret. His pet.. Sounded too good to refuse.

Warning: Smut in the later chapters! 18+ only

"Good girl.." Your lip tucked itself beneath your tooth. Spine tingling at the intoxicating scent surrounding you.

You coaxed a breath off your lips as the almost inaudible creak of the desk under your professors weight made you sit up straight. His arms locking you in place.

You looked into his soft blue eyes feeling a tinge of entrapment at the way he had you locked in.

"Do you understand now?" His surprisingly large hands caressed your shoulder.

"Y-yeah." If you could see your own face you'd probably be embarrassed but you were currently helpless to the tiny bits of touch he allowed you.

Your elbows pushed you up just a little bit closer to his chest. His touch disappearing too soon.

"I think you'll be ready for the test in a couple days." And suddenly every bit of him was walking away and back to sit at his desk. "You should still study though. This stuff has been difficult for you."

~~~~

"Y/N."

The tip of your nail stayed fidgeting between your lips.

"Y/N."

Words flew through your brain but it all continued to just be flushed straight out again.

"Y/N!" The book flew from your grasp landing with a clatter that attracted glances from all angles.

"Are you alright Y/N?" Eren asked, concern etched into his deep sapphire eyes.

You let out a harsh exhale. "I was, until Sasha stopped my heart." You held a palm up to your chest, glaring over at Sasha.

Mikasa blinked boredom sunk into her features. Her cheeks forced into the palms of her hands as her elbows stayed firmly planted into the table. "New class?"

You nodded, shutting your binder before promptly flipping it open again.

"You'll be fine." She muttered, staring at you with her own version of concern.

"How can you say that? I had to transfer from a different class a month after the semester already started. You know how much stuff I've already missed! Not to mention I had originally thought this class was gonna be next semester me's problem." With a groan you let your head flop harshly onto the mildly sticky table in front of you.

"I think what Mikasa was trying to suggest was that Mr. Arlert has always been said to be a very gentle and caring professor." Sasha said

"You can always take office hours if you really have a hard time." Eren suggested

"Thanks Eren, but I think you're forgetting that I hate doing anything outside of class that won't immediately get me a passing grade."

Eren just shrugged, moving to stuff his notebooks into his own bag. All of them genuinely looking as though he'd just reused them from high school. Each one with a rip in the first page or the spiral unraveling.

"Welp it's 2:00." Sasha reminded you. And you groaned so loud you could practically feel the stares from other tables touching your soul.

"Maybe I'll fall down the stairs and break my ankle before I get up there." You slung your bag onto your shoulder hanging your head as you walked off.

"I'll have your favorite donuts in my room after you get out!" Sasha called

"You should've started with that!"

You made the walk so much longer by dragging your feet up every stair individually and rubbing a finger to your temple. So much so that it surprised you when you walked into the classroom and no one was in there except..

"Oh hello."

Hot..

So so very hot..

His smile sparkled only futher brightened by his deep blue eyes. His short blond hair parted slightly over his forehead. His blue button up was cuffed up against his forearms revealing a very slender but still fairly muscular set of hands. He probably had a nice chest too.

"You must be Y/N." He chuckled and before you could reassociate he was giving you a whole new list of things to think about as he bent over his desk to retrieve a piece of paper.

"Here's the syllabus. You're starting kinda late so it will be helpful to you to come to office hours. My office hours are at the bottom here." When he reached forward to point his scent caught you by surprise. A sweet almost fruit like smell wafted up your nose. "I hope you'll catch on quickly. Sit wherever you'd like."

His remark barely registered in your mind, your mouth hung open immediately slamming shut as the class quickly began to fill.

Before you could get swept up by the people flooding into the room you made your way to the front plopping down into the seat closest to the window. When you looked up again from where you'd yanked your binder almost haphazardly out of your bag, you caught the quickest wink you'd ever seen in your entire life.

Or maybe it was your imagination.

But the way he leaned a little closer when he approached you wasn't.

"Front row? Good choice."

Regardless of the heart problems he'd recently caused you he was moving on. Quickly silencing the class and starting the lesson.

Hot.

The only thought racing through your head.

Hot. Hot. Hot..

He was pretty! When he turned off the light his eyes didn't dull in the almost blinding way in which they shone. His hair fluttered over his forehead and ears and his shirt seemed to hug his chest tighter every time he reached up to turn off the projector or even just to reach a high spot on the board.

You already knew everything from today was going in one ear and out the other but it was really hard to give a damn when your professor's pants cupped his ass they way they did. His dark shoes clicked across the floor and-

"Do you understand any of it? I know it's your first day."

You blinked up at him hoping your eyes weren't as wide as they felt or that you weren't popping your mouth open and close like a suffocating fish.

He smiled, flipping the paper on the desk around till it faced him. "Can I?" He reached for the tip of your pen and as you let it go your fingers brushed in probably the strongest current of static that had ever touched your body.

"Don't worry ok this is just a practice test I wanna see what you know." He said, leaving a couple marks on the paper. He then pointed to the two empty test questions. "Don't leave anything blank ok."

This time when he walked away you were without a doubt certain he'd winked. When you looked down at your paper again you could see 3 checks on the paper in the light blue ink you were using and a little smiley face in the corner.

Your chest honestly had no right fluttering the way it did over something so trivial.

The class was only an hour and forty minutes but when it was over you felt like you'd only been seated there for ten minutes. When you handed the test paper back he sent you one final wink that made your knees buckle.

"See you next time." He said and you had to forcibly stop yourself from shuttering.

You half speed walked half ran out of there as soon as his classroom door had shut behind you. All the way to Sasha's dorm room.

You slammed it open already knowing Sasha only kept it locked when she wasn't in there. Your chest was heaving and you held onto the door frame for support. Noticing the immediate and visible flinch from Eren and Sasha.

"He's. Hot!!" You gasped for air before walking in and sinking to the floor in front of Sasha. She didn't budge as you fell against her shoulder just wrapped an arm around your shoulders hugging your back. "Oh god he's so hot.." You breathed into Sasha's collarbone.

"Looks like she did learn something." Eren muttered

"No! You don't understand he's like so pretty!"

Mikasa didn't even try to hide the way she rolled her eyes and Eren just sighed.

"Aww you've got a crush on your professor that's adorable." Sasha said, reaching into the box next to her, grabbing your favorite donut she pushed it into your open mouth pulling it back slightly to allow you to chew.

You sobbed a little before sighing and falling back into Sasha's neck. "What the hell am I gonna do?" You sighed

"Focus on passing the class is probably the first step." Eren replied

"Now you're just being silly." You replied, rubbing your fingers into the floor.

Sasha brought the donut back up to your lips smiling as you took another bite. "I wanna see him now! Isn't he the really young professor? Like he's supposedly only twenty five as of recently and got hired less than a year ago."

"Yeah.." You quickly put your password into your phone, turning the screen so Sasha could see.

Mikasa and Eren scooted closer as Sasha took a closer look. "He is pretty." Mikasa was the first to speak.

"Why do you just have his picture pulled up? How're you already being creepy?" Eren questioned

You scoffed, "I just happened to be looking on Instagram during a quick bathroom trip.. and I just so happened to look for him.. it's his fault for making it easy." You snatched the donut from Sasha taking a bigger bite.

"Yeah no I agree with Eren this is cree- AW HE HAS A DOG!" Sasha snatched the phone zooming in on the puppy in his lap.

"Actually it's his family's dog. Her name's Pumpkin and he goes home as often as possible to see her. A small two hour train ride to be exact." You sigh briefly "I've never really liked Terriers as a dog breed but that one's so cute.."

"Is the dog cute or is it the guy holding her?" Mikasa questioned with a little smirk.

"Not helping Mikasa.." Eren interjected "What are you even thinking? No matter if you like professor Arlert or not he has to keep it professional and so do you."

"Eren, look at the puppy." You took your phone from Sasha turning the screen back to face him.

He glanced down at the image then back into your eyes with a raised eyebrow.

"Puppy!"

"Creepy!" He pressed the power button on your phone and you deflated against Sasha's legs letting your phone turn over onto its face.

"I'll never understand why you don't go for a degree in hacking or something the way you always manage to pull up information on people." Mikasa shook her head.

"Probably going to be stuck with more math classes for one and secondly when I become a supervillain I don't need everyone knowing it was apart of my major." You replied, with an exaggerated eye roll.

Sasha shrugged, "If it was your major I'm pretty sure everyone would understand your descent into madness."

"I can't believe you just said that.." Eren groaned, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

"Me or her?" You asked

"Yes!"

~~~~

Thursday came too soon. Or maybe you should say, finally Thursday is here! You jumped back and forth between the two but by the time you slid into the honestly uncomfortable classroom seat and placed your bag between your legs you knew exactly what you felt.

"Professor!" A female's voice caught your attention and you turned slightly to see a short brown haired girl running into the classroom.

"You were right about what I was missing! Once I applied what we talked about in office hours it became so simple."

"That's what I like to hear Petra." He winked as he flipped through a stack of papers on his desk.

Wait, had he always done that to all the students or had you just not noticed last time? You felt your shoulders hunch but they were instantly picking back up again as he slid a piece of paper onto your desk.

"You did pretty well on that practice test. Seems like you'll be up to speed in no time." He smiled, a deep warm smile that made your stomach squeeze.

Your lips curled upwards and you quickly moved to hide it behind your paper as he walked away.

"You too huh?"

You felt your skin practically vibrate but you hoped and prayed it wasn't too noticeable.

"Wh-what?" You glanced over at the girl Petra who sat only one desk away from you. Her features flat and her eyes dark in the middle an almost scary contrast from earlier.

"You're into him too?" She muttered

Was it that obvious? Stupid question. How could you be so obvious?

"I don't think you'll win out." She continued and before you could question it, she pointed to the back row.

It seemed almost like a tussle as Mr. Arlert was being held hostage by another young female holding his hand. He smiled mildly awkwardly as he spoke with her, nodding his head to everything her and the other girls surrounding her said. The first girl running a thumb over the back of his hand.

You felt your skin prickle and you exhaled loudly. "So.. I'm guessing you too.."

Petra blinked at you then quickly shifted around in her seat. Mr. Arlert quickly approached the front of the room clapping to get the classes attention. And with that the lesson was beginning.

You noticed from the clap at the beginning of class to the last word uttered that not one word in Mr. Arlert's lesson had actually registered in your mind. Your thoughts too full of Petra's words, her blank almost villainous expression as she'd talked.

And that girl's hand. That annoying girl in the back row. You peeked your head back there looking at the now empty chair. In fact the entire classroom was empty and had been for at least 15 minutes since you continued to struggle with stuffing your binder back into your apparently shrunken bag.

"Need help?"

You bit your lip and looked away as he came closer. You weren't really standing up straight but you immediately noticed the way he towered over you. His fingers so delicate in the way they brushed over yours sliding the irritating object into the confines of your bag.

"Thank you.." You whispered

He chuckled, "No problem, happy to help."

His eyes didn't leave yours for an almost uncomfortable amount of time so you shifted your feet backing away a little. He seemed to notice and placed a hand on the back of his neck, backing up himself.

Oh no. Now he was getting uncomfortable.

He made his way back over to his desk but not before you'd slipped in something to ease the tension. "Sorry for over staying my welcome.."

He let out a soft chuckle. "You're not bothering me plus there are no classes in here for two hours after mine on Thursday. You can stay as long as you'd like."

"O-oh." You face palmed internally at your stupid reply. "So.." You began again. "Do you mind if I asked you how you're such a young professor.."

His eyes flickered up from the work he'd been filling out. "Well, I skipped a couple grades and I was in college by 15. I'm actually still in college now but I was an assistant teacher at 18 for about three years for a high school a couple blocks from here before I became a full fledged teacher and then I worked at the same school as a teacher for three more years before I finally left and started teaching here."

It should've been obvious from the start that he'd worked tireless hours of school to get here at such a young age. Not to mention probably having worked just as hard in the gym. He'd only leaned back a little bit in his chair but it was enough for you to have a perfect mental image.

Your eyes flicked up to his much softer more.. Arlert like smile? Maybe? It just felt like the kind of smile he'd give a friend and less like the smile he used in the classroom. Not that that one felt fake, just.. different.

"Do you.. I mean.. have you always had girls?.." His eyebrows scrunched as you spoke. You pointed to the back of the classroom. "You're young I mean, do girls always touch you like that?"

He blinked up at the ceiling then back down to you. Your breath hitched as he pulled himself up from the desk walking closer to you.

"As soon as they find out I'm not that much older than them? Yeah."

You probably should've stopped but your brain was suddenly working independently. "Does it?.. Do you like that kind of attention?"

He sat down on the desk crossing his arms over his chest and his leg over his knee. He spoke his head. "Not normally no."

"Normally?"

He stood again but this time he stopped directly in front of you. Sharp blue eyes cold and yet warm and vibrant. The desk creaked under your weight as you leaned back into it. His hands at your sides, his breath tickling your upper lip.

His thumb came up to graze your cheek but was quickly removed and planted back on the desk. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded way too eagerly and-

So so so much softer than you'd even thought imaginable. His nose rubbed against yours and he was pulling away. Too soon.

You grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him back to you. Immediately delighted by the warm touch of his pretty pink lips.

He pulled back and you yanked him forward. Over and over again with soft peppered kisses. And then one slightly longer one where he was comfortably mushing his lips against yours.

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Pizza, Pie, and Beer

Tumblr typing 12.9.20

Title: Pizza, Pie, and Beer

Rating: Gen

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Castiel

Relationships: implied Destiel

A/N: I dunno where this idea came from, I was just thinking about clueless Cas, shithead Gabriel and two hunters in a bunker this came about. No clue when this would occur in canon, so place it wherever you would like.

Typed in tumblr, not beta read

Sam entered the bunker after his morning run to hear pounding and laughing, Gabriel walked from the direction of the bedrooms toward the war room, with a evil smirk on his face. The pounding continued, clearly someone was knocking on a door and it echoed through the cavernous bunker.

"Hey Samshine! Your brother is hyperventilating in his room, you better do something about that!" He laughed as he walked past Sam "Got any donuts in this dump?"

"Wait, Gabe..what?" Gabe only laughed and kept walking. Sam turned and hurried toward Dean's room where he found Cas with his head against the outside of Dean's door and fist resting on it. In a clearly frustrated tone "Dean, we can talk about this, but screaming through a closed door is hardly ideal, please let me in."

Sam put his hand on Cas' shoulder.

"Cas what the hell happened? I wasn't even gone an hour!"

Cas backed away from the door, waving helplessly at it. "I don't know Sam, Gabe suggested I tell Dean how I feel and "grow a pair" and so I did and now," he gestured at the door again, then stood his full height and glared at the door, "I could just blast the door open."

"NO!" Sam couldn't process this information fast enough for Cas' patience, or lack thereof "no Cas," he lowered his voice "help me understand, you told Dean what exactly?"

"That I love him of course, that I always have" Sam thought he might fall over and Cas continued his explanation "Even though Dean is acting panic stricken the longing I feel off of him is completely opposite of what he is outwardly showing." Cas paused and stared at the door again. "However that does seem to be Dean's standard, He has operated in that fashion since the first day met him."

Sam was pinching the bridge of his nose. "You gave him no hints at how you felt, nothing, and then just drop a decade long I Love You on him? Cas you should've known he would freeze up, that's textbook Dean!"

Cas looked bashfully at the floor. "In my defense it was Gabriel's idea."

Sam surpressed a laugh "That's not a good defense since it was GABERIEL'S idea."

Castiel rolled his eyes. "I rebelled against Heaven for Dean, most angels do not do that Sam, unless that has escaped your attention, I would say I did indeed give him several hints over the years." Then he turned to the door and tilted his head in confusion, Sam watched for several seconds while Cas seemed to be processing something. "He just prayed to me Sam. He wants pizza, pie and beer, and none of that pineapple shit."

Sam laughed out loud now. "Cas, find Gabriel, go get the food and beer, when you both get back he'll be ready to talk, Gabriel and I will find a way to occupy ourselves and give you some privacy."

Cas looked confused but nodded. "I'm sure Gabriel has many lewd suggestions for that." Sam felt his face heat up, but said nothing, he waited until he heard the heavy clang of the bunker door closing then stepped back to Dean's door.

He knocked gently. "Hey Dean, all clear, you can come out now."

All Sam heard from the other side of the door was a quiet "He loves me Sammy, what the hell did I ever do to deserve an angel?!"

Sam sighed "More than you give yourself credit for man. If you come out I'll list them off for you." He smiled when he heard the lock on Dean's door release. Very symbolic he thought to himself.