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venusimi · 2 years

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Love hurts everyone: Your words are sharp

PROMPT: "You can't lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!"

Satan x GN!MC

Hurt/Comfort, fluff, yelling, derogatory words, and cursing

Satan was furious.

He always was but this time was different, he went to different stores only to realize that the book he has been looking for since its release 4 months ago has sold its last copy.

Meaning to say, he's gonna have to wait for another few weeks. Adding to all that, due to an accident during school he was forced to throw away his torn Sherlock Holmes books that he so dearly loves.

Truly an awful day, and you were on cooking duty. The brothers requested you make something you haven't tried yet and honestly, you were quite nervous.

When you served the dish, everyone was so nice except Satan.

You hadn't expected him to be so harsh.

He was never that harsh to you ever since so long ago.

"What the fuck is this?" Satan frowned, everyone stopped eating to look at the fourth born.

"Satan-" Lucifer sat his utensils down.

"No! What the fuck is this shit? It tastes awful!" He slammed his utensils down and glared at you. You flinch very subtly at it, you make eye contact with him.

"Did you make this?" He asks.

"..."

"Listen when I'm speaking you!" He stands up and Lucifer stands with him. You can see how red his face is with anger.

"Satan. Sit down."

"No! This shit tastes gross, they wasted ingredients on something that they can't even make!" You stand up in anger, you bravely step up knowing you can force him out through your pact if he ever harms you.

"If you don't like it, don't eat it."

"And make me starve!?"

"You'll survive without dinner. If a human can, then you surely can too." Then he flips.

"You think you're so smart do you? You think you're so fucking smart, do you bitch brain!?" Then that's when his brothers decided to intervene.

"Oi oi. Satan." Mammon glared.

Beelzebub steps in front of you and Lucifer steps in front of the sixth born.

"Don't you fucking intervene! They're a dumb bitch who thinks they can get good at everything with just one try!" His tail whips rapidly behind him.

"Don't get angry at me for the inconveniences that happened to you earlier this morning! You're taking your anger out on me. You think I think I'm so goddamn perfect!?" You started to get angry too.

He's taking his anger out on you when he really shouldn't. You would have helped him through it if he wasn't trying to kill you with his tail.

"Satan, go back to your room and cool off."

"Shut up Lucifer!"

"Satan."

"You think you're so fucking scary? One word from MC and you would be frozen in place!"

You decided to step in front of Lucifer, "I can do that to you too Satan. It's either you go to your room and cool off or you I do it for you."

He is silent which prompts you to continue speaking, "You can't lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset." His face turns dark, he readies himself but your command was quicker and clear.

"Stop! Go to your room and stay there until you've cooled off!" Your eyes were wide with anger.

He moves, but not on his own.

Once he is gone, you turn to the brothers.

"Let's finish our dinner!"

It was late at night.

You wonder how Satan was doing, he was quite upset.

MC: Satan, are you awake?

[delivered]

He does not reply, nor does he open the message. It makes you wonder if he is still angry.

You decided to go and visit him.

You walk slowly and steadily towards his room, you felt awful for getting angry at him earlier. You should have been more gentle because adding oil to fire would make it worst.

If he is still angry then you'll leave and wait until morning, or afternoon or midnight. Again.

You knock on his door.

But there was no answer, "Satan..? Can I come in?"

There was no answer, so you knock again and finally he answers the door. He looked less angry now but more ashamed than anything.

He couldn't meet your eye, so he moves aside.

"Thank you."

You stand in front of him.

There was only silence for what felt like hours.

"...Are you okay?" You begin, he looks taken back. You weren't sure why but he looks like a puppy receiving affection after so long without it.

He inhales and looks away again, "...Yeah. Uhm..."

Then silence again, you couldn't stand the awkward and tense atmosphere.

"Okay, Satan. I'm here to apologize for being so rude to you earlier. I knew you were already angry and I decided to add oil to the flames, I shouldn't have done that. So, I'm sorry." He looks at you with wide eyed shock.

He stammers for a second.

Then he speaks, "...I'm sorry too. For snapping at you earlier and... calling you awful names. I was out of line, I am also at the wrong for snapping at you in the first place. I don't mean any mean things I say about you. I'm sorry." He looks like he was about to break.

"Satan-"

"I was reflecting about what I said and... The look of hurt in your face was too much to bear, I was starting to think I really fucked up this time!" He cries. He finally cries.

"I just wish it was easier to control my temperament, but it's my sin to be angry! It's who I was born to be! That's all I knew... I'm so sorry, MC! Please I really-"

"Satan!" You pull him towards the crook of your neck, you held him tight.

"Listen, your words hurt. It truly did but I know you didn't mean it. I know you love me just as much as I love you, I also know that with a bit more time you can control your temper. It won't be easy but it's okay because I'm here with you. And you are more than your sin. You may have been born to be the personification of wrath, but that doesn't mean you are not without conscious. You have wants, you have needs. You even have desires, likes, and dislikes. You're mischievous, a good older brother to Asmodeus and the twins. You are more than what you say you are, I will stay beside you to help and guide you through your toughest times. All of us will."

He froze from your words, he couldn't move as you gently stroked his back.

His shoulder starts to shake and you could feel the tears continue to drop. You whisper soft words to him, you remind him that he is not Lucifer, nor is he just wrath.

You remind him that he has a heart too.

You remind him that he can do anything as long as he keeps trying.

No matter what boulder stands in their way.

No matter what obstacles.

He has to get through it, he will.

Because that's what he promised to you, and to himself.

He loves you.

He always will.

And for you, he's willing to go through the hardest battles and hottest flames.

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lilacpaperbird · 8 months

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no one asked but here is a list of my favorite samdean fics, in no particular order:

streams and side alleys - thecapn

- Summary: AU. Dean grows up in the backseat of a 1967 Chevy Impala. Sam grows up in foster care.

- 55,205 words

- Okay I lied I said this list had no particular order but this is actually my favorite samdean fic. I can't even put into words why. Just thinking about it makes me emotional. Beautifully written.

- Link

Buy You a Mockingbird - candle_beck

- Summary: A genuine horror story.

- 10,272 words

- A four words long summary and no tags. I don't want to say much because going in blind is the best thing you can do. Outsider's point of view. Incredibly well written. One of those fics I'll never forget

- Link

Pine Sweat - applecrumbledore

- Summary: Sam watched Dean hack up firewood with his hatchet. The magically-induced heat wave had his shirt soaked with sweat.

“Did you ever have a, uh… experimental phase?” Sam smacked his lips, trying to think of a diplomatic way to phrase it. “That kid—by which I mean you—has been staring. At me. Kind of a lot.”

(Sam and Dean get sent back to 1996 and go on a hunt with their teenaged selves. The kids don't know who they are.)

- 105,325 words

- I mean if you haven't read anything by applecrumbledore yet what are you doing with your life ! This fic was so much fun to read, I was completely hooked from the very beginning. The angst, the smut, the characterizations... soo good. I'll re-read it soon

- Link

Series: Drywall Dust, Talk Aroud It, & Nothing Ruined - applecrumbledore

- Summaries:

1. Drywall Dust: "Did you fuck my math teacher?" Sam hissed. Dean raised his eyebrows. "I'm gonna need you to be more specific."

2. Talk Around it: “It’s just a truth spell,” Sam tried. “It could be worse.” Dean looked at him like he was stupid.

“Yeah, thank God we don’t have a giant, life-ruining secret that we really, really don’t want our dad knowing. Good thing he’s not on his way here right this second.” He scoffed. “Could be worse. Jesus. Good to know you can still lie.”

3. Nothing Ruined: Sam told Dean about Stanford on a freezing Saturday morning in February, curled together under the blankets on a pullout bed in a flea-bitten apartment in northern Montana, when John was three weeks and half a country away.

- 40.923 words in total

- I laughed I cried and I adored the smut what else could you ask for. Again, anything this author writes is soooo good! [*there's a fourth part in this series but I personally prefer to see it as a trilogy and the last part as a separate fic]

- Link

Brittle - thecapn

- Summary: Sam Winchester has an eating disorder.

- 30,027 words

- If you like to read about sam having an ed this is the fic for you. Ofc keep in mind the triggering potential of this topic as it is a central part of the story. Very sad but it has a happy hopeful ending. The story starts when they're younger, pre-series (pining!sam but no weecest) and then spans over several seasons. There's a really short second part that's so good too

- Link

The Last Outpost of All That Is - gekizetsu

- Summary: The world is over, and it’s a Winchester’s lot in life to cope with anything – no matter what.

- 59,037 words

- If you like stories about apocalyptic situations that focus on how the characters manage to survive and reconstruct their lives you'll love this. I was literally glued to this fic from beginning to end. So so so good

- Link

The Ballad of the Invisible Boy - dollylux

- Summary: This is a story of adolescence. This is a love letter for the slow burn, for Led Zeppelin, for the 90s. This is the first of two sets of stories about how Sam and Dean didn’t fall in love. They never had to. It was always there, this desperation between them, like a real, breathing thing. When they came together, it was inevitable. As sure as continents colliding, as the phases of the moon and the life and death of stars. This isn’t a love story, but it’s a story of love.

- 57,490 words

- I mean. What can I say about TBOTIB that hasn't been said already. A classic. Life-altering. [The second part (Two-Headed Boy – 205,783 words) is extremely good too]

- Link

#samdean #samdean fic recs #wincest fic recs #fic #I'll be adding more in the future <33 #⚝

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newgh0ul · 8 months

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Madness - Draco Malfoy x Reader - Part Two

Uncertainty riddled my thoughts as I boarded the Hogwarts Express. Hesitancy accented by body language, and slowed down every step I took. Everyone just seemed to know where to go, well...except for the first years. Here I was, older than the first years, looking just as lost and ridiculous.

Wondering down a hall, trying to find somewhere empty to sit, my body collides with someone. I look up, to see a boy with bright red hair standing over me. "Oh, bloody hell, are you alright?" He asks, and stretches out a hand to pull me up. I take his hand, and dust myself off. "Yeah, yeah, my ass broke my fall."

He chuckles, "Are you American?" My face beats up a bit and I awkwardly laugh, "That obvious?" He gives me a small nod. His pale skin can't hide the redness under his cheeks. "I'm Leah, I'm starting my fourth year." I give him my hand, and he eagerly shakes it, maybe a second too long. "Ron, I'm also a fourth year. I don't think I've seen you around here before-"

"I'm a transfer...from Ilvermony." I watch as the gears turn in his head, and he realizes why he's never seen me before. "I take it you don't have anyone to sit with?" He asks.

"What's that supposed to mean, Ron?" I tease.

"I-I just mean that...yknow you probably don't know anyone yet." He struggles through his embarrassment, I think it's sweet. "I was only joking." I tell him. He lets out a sigh of relief, and his shoulders slouch with the weight I've just taken off of him.

"Come sit with me and my friends, then." I take him up on his invite, following him to a carriage on the train.

There sat a boy with messy brown hair that framed his face, and circular glasses resting on his nose. He looked so familiar, but I just couldn't place my finger on it.

Next to him was a girl, with messy ginger hair, and a striking look on her face as I walked in. I wouldn't describe it as pleased, more like...challenged.

"That's Harry, and that's Hermione. This is Leah" He quickly introduced us all. Harry and Hermione looked equally confused as I took a seat, "Ron invited me to sit with you guys, it's nice to meet you." I smiled. The two gave me fake sweet smiles and a forced response.

An awkward tension hung over the carriage, I mostly spoke to Ron who was much more conversational than the other two. Hermione not-so-subtly glared daggers between Ron and I, her eyes peering over the newspaper she read. My aunt was reading the same one just this morning before she took me to King's Cross, but I forgot to ask about it.

'SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP' Headlined the page, hanging over a animated black-and-white photograph. I tried to make out what the picture was, some sort of skull and snake, I believe.

"So...what happened at the quidditch World Cup?" I decided to ask. Hermione lowered the paper, her lips still pursed and eyes steady on me.

"How do you not know? It's everywhere" She replied.

"I've had a busy summer, a little too preoccupied with moving to London."

"Surely you know about the Death Eaters and their attack?" Ron asks me, lowering his voice.

"No...no, I don't." I feel like I've just prodded at a sensitive topic, and even though Hermione and Harry aren't too warm to me, I hope I haven't just ruined my chance at being their friends.

"The Death Eaters attacked some muggles, and started a riot at the World Cup." Harry breaks his silence on the matter. As soon as he's done talking, he looks away, and focuses on the scenery outside of the window. I nod back, even though he's not even looking at me. There are no words that feel right to say right now. The air is suddenly heavy. Even Ron can't hide his look of disdain.

"Excuse me, I'm gonna go use the restroom." I stand to my feet, and exit the carriage. The heavy atmosphere seems to follow me, weighing me down. My heart aches for Ilvermony and for my friends there. I don't want to know any of these people, I don't want to start again. I want to go home. All I can think of is home.

As I reach the bathroom, the door swings open. Out steps a blonde boy, in a black suit. My spiraling stops as I realize he's the same boy from the book store. He stands there, and I decide to make the first move.

"Excuse me, how are these manners for you?" I spit as I shoulder check him as he did to me. Just as I grab the handle to the bathroom, and try to make my way inside, his hand latches around my arm. His grip is tight, and he inches closer to me. I can hear each breath he takes as he squeezes tighter.

"You should know your place, little American girl." He growls and lets go, shoving me back a little. I hit the doorframe and watch as he walks away.

I glance around to see if anyone saw, and to my luck, no one did. I shut the door behind me, and lock it. As soon as I hear the door lock, I start to cry.

I want to go home.

(word count: 920)

(this is being posted on Wattpad under the same name, along as the madness tag on my profile. I’m putting it on ao3 as soon as I get my invite. Enjoy <3)

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sibylsleaves · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

ohhh i haven't done this since i only had 6 fics to choose from let's see how my answers have changed!

5. we're gonna need some land between our bodies

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks, rolling onto his side to face him. Buck nods. “Yeah, I just…I think we should talk. Before we do anything else.” All the warmth that has been filling Eddie’s body since he woke up suddenly chills. Buck must read Eddie’s expression, but he hastens to say, “No, no, a good talk! I think. I hope.” He gives him a shy little smile through his lashes. “I just…need to make sure we’re both on the same page. About what this means for…for us.” or, Buck and Eddie can't fuck yet (four times Buck and Eddie try to define the relationship and the one time they do)

call it recency bias but i feel like this turned out well and i had a lot of fun writing horny/frustrated buddie with minimal angst

4. from the love to the lightning

But when Buck tried to ask him if everything was okay with him, Eddie just said, “Me? Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?" And Buck really didn’t have an answer for that so he let it go. Because Eddie doesn’t hide that stuff from him, anymore. Not since the day Buck broke down his bedroom door and found him sobbing in a heap on the floor. So when Eddie says everything’s okay, Buck believes him. or, after the lightning strike, Buck recovers. Eddie doesn’t.

idk i just really liked how this turned out. and it's my first fic in the post-lightning era. and i love a good angsty love confession.

3. my heart's a secret (tell me you'll keep it)

Buck’s first mistake was coming to the bar. Actually, scratch that—his first mistake was falling hopelessly in love with his best friend, but he’s not sure he could’ve prevented that one. But the bar—that he could have avoided. And the first shot of tequila. And the second, and third, and fourth. His seventh mistake was watching Eddie get hit-on by a dead ringer for Chris Evans. His eighth—and arguably most egregious—mistake was talking to Chimney. Or, Buck tells Chimney a secret. This proves to be a mistake.

another one that was just a pure blast to write. Plus--Chimney!

2. making love to the flashes

When Buck had told them all the Hot Days, Smoldering Nights, Men of the LAFD Wall Calendar had selected him to represent the 118 for the month of July, Eddie hadn’t thought much of it. He’d congratulated him with a clap on the shoulder, laughed along with Hen, Chim, and Bobby’s good-natured teasing, and that had been that. Well, Eddie certainly isn’t laughing now. or, Buck gets his picture taken. Eddie loses his mind.

this turned out even better, somehow, than I planned. And was just the MOST fun to write.

maybe love won't let you down

Buck tells Eddie he’s in love with him. Eddie pines. or, five times eddie watches buck leave, and the one time he goes after him

my first fic for this fandom and STILL my fave. Unlikely to ever be unseated tbh, writing it was so magical and it's the entire reason I'm still hanging out in this fandom a year and a half later.

#sibyls words #5 favorite fics #buddie fic #911 fic

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skzhua · 1 year

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friends without desire | part 6 - cupcakes.

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pairing: ex-boyfriend!han jisung x dance student!reader, brother!hyunjin x sister!reader

genre: social media!AU, college!AU, exes to friends, exes to lovers.

warnings: none for now.

summary: where minho being a dumbass led to meeting him again.

Saturday came faster than you expected. Working at the small convenience store nearby, your day started out as boring as it can get. Once your work shift ended, you still had a good 40 minutes before the competition started. With that in mind, you took the time to change clothes and pack your things for dance practice so you could go right after.

Once everything was packed, you headed out to go to Hyunjin's place. The boys wanted you stop by so you could all go to school together.

You knocked at the door and you were greeted by a tired Hyunjin. "Uhm... are you good?"

Before he could answer, you heard Minho yelling with some loud noise coming from the kitchen. He sighed in desperation and let you in to see for yourself. It was a sight, indeed. Flour on the floor, icing all over the counter and an angry Felix running after Minho.

"What the hell happened here?" you said in disbelief.

Felix stopped chasing after the older man, noticing you. "Oh, hi Y/N!" he greeted with his usual smile. "I made cupcakes!"

"No, that I know." you stated as you gestured the obvious mess in the kitchen.

"Ah, that..." he laughed nervously. "Minho tried to steal one, so I tried to stop him and by doing so, well... we knocked over some ingredients. And like a fourth of my cupcakes are smashed on the floor." he finished, not forgetting to send a glare at Minho.

"You know, just another normal day." Hyunjin breathed out. "While you two clean the mess, Y/N and I are gonna get our stuff for practice."

"I have mine already."

"I know." he shrugged and then proceeded to drag you to his room.

It was unusually clean. You could even smell cleaning products. You also noticed he had installed LED lights and changed the decorations a bit.

"Wow, what's with the room makeover?"

"I needed a change. Besides, the mess was starting to be too much." he said as he started to gather his dance clothing.

"I like it. You could give me a hand at redecorating my apartment as well."

"Your apartment already looks like an IKEA ad."

"And?"

He rolled his eyes while chuckling. "Well, you should ask Jeongin. He's the one who helped me out."

"You still talk to him?" you asked, surprised.

"He reached out this Thursday. Him and Seungmin were nearby so they asked to come over."

You gasped, offended. "And you didn't invite me? How dare you?"

"Uhm... well, Jisung was with them. I assumed you wouldn't want to see him yet."

"Ah okay... Yeah, understandable." you paused to think a bit. "Is it me, or he seems to be more, I don't know, social?"

"I mean, yes. It's a good thing, tho. Still, I haven't talked to him much but he seems to do just fine."

"Nice." you simply said, not sure on what else you should have answer.

"Yeah." he smiled, finishing packing by grabbing his water bottle. "Alright, shall we go?"

You nodded and the both of you joined Felix and Minho (who were still arguing on whose fault it was).

"Y/N? Can you grab the other box?" Felix asked and you compelled.

At the school's swimming pool, Jisung had already arrived with Jeongin and Seungmin. As they had gotten there too early, each busied themselves the best they could. Except Jeongin.

"Why did you bring your laptop, again?" Jeongin asked.

"I have my justice assignment to turn in tonight, and I'm far from being done with it." a stressed Seungmin said before shushing the boy.

"You're in the loudest place on the campus, and you ask me to shush it?" Jeongin stared in disbelief.

"It's because you're being annoying." Seungmin glared.

"Guys! Jeez..." Jisung exclaimed, then put back his headphones.

"And why do YOU have your laptop?" Jeongin asked again.

"It's Chan's. I have some mixes on there that I need to transfer."

"Okay, so I'm the only one here who's going to put his full attention on cheering for Chan, I see." the young boy started complaining.

"You said you came for the cupcakes, anyway." Jisung pointed out.

"What cupcakes?" Seungmin joined in, intrigued by the mention of the snacks.

"Felix's. Didn't you see his tweet?" Jeongin answered and Seungmin shook his head. "He baked them for the crowd."

"I do be in the mood for some Felix food." he said, closing his computer.

"I hope he's arriving soon." Jeongin whined and looked towards the doors. Almost instantly, the door opened revealing Hyunjin, Minho and Felix in all their glory. "Damn, the universe must be listening to me."

Jisung rolled his eyes and focused back on his music file.

"Felix!!!" Seungmin screamed out, making Jisung jump in surprise.

The freckled boy spotted them quickly and waved at them. The three dancers made their way to them and took the seats Jeongin had reserved for them.

"What flavour did you make?" Jeongin asked excitedly.

"Literally every single one of them. It took me all afternoon yesterday, plus this morning." Felix grunted in exhaustion. "Minho smashed half of them too."

"YOU did. And it was maybe 10 cupcakes at most." Minho spat out in defense.

Jisung, sitting in his corner, couldn't help but look around. Of course, he was looking for you. He did wait for this day all week after all. Hyunjin noticed his old friend's eyes wander around and laughed.

"That desperate to see her?" he joked.

"What do you mean?" Jisung blushed. "I just thought she would have come with you, that's all."

"She did, she just stopped at the bathroom. She should be here in no time."

Jisung nodded and turned back his attention on the screen, even though he was not that focused on the track anymore.

"YUHH!" Changbin greeted loudly, making Jisung jump out of surprise, yet again.

As the rapper hugged everyone, Jisung noticed two other people behind Changbin. "Hannie!" Seohyun waved at the boy.

"Hey." he smiled slightly. He looked at the person next to her and noded his head, embarrassed. "Hi, Y/N."

"Hi, Sungie." you smiled widely.

Seohyun watched the interaction and laughed awkwardly. She took you by the arm and dragged you to sit next to him as she sat on your other side. You shot a look at her but she ignored it and started talking with Seungmin instead. That left you and your ex-boyfriend, well, alone. Jisung still had his eyes stuck on the laptop with one of his ears occupied by an earphone. You coughed a bit and it grabbed his attention.

"New music?" you gestured to the soundclound app opened.

"I- yeah. I'm not so sure of this one, though. It's all done, but I feel like I can improve it still." he said, in a small voice.

You knew him, he was clearly nervous. Though his figure was relaxed, his ears were red and the sweat of his hands left some marks on the keyboard.

"Can I listen to it? Maybe a second opinion would help." you suggested without thinking. Realizing what you just said, you suddenly got shy. "If you don't mind..."

Jisung looked surprised, but he offered you the other earphone. You plugged it in your ear and he clicked on the play button. As the first verse starts, you smiled, enjoying the sound of his voice. The same voice that used to drive you to sleep every night not-so long ago.

"It's very good." you commented as the song came to an end. "I like the bridge a lot."

"Yeah? It's the part I wasn't so sure about. Thank you." he smiled and he took his earphone back.

A whistle was heard throughout the whole stadium as the teams came out. You all started to cheer once you spotted Chan among the swimmers. You tilted your head and squinted to see better. Were you dreaming or Christopher Bang, the grandpa, was built like heck? At the sight of his chocolate abs, you looked away quickly. Turning your head to look somewhere else, your eyes met Jisung's. Startled once more, you looked to your left and poked Seohyun; who was also admiring Chan's new physique.

"Hyun-ah..." you said in a small voice.

"Uh?" she hummed, not looking away.

Seeing she was not going to shift her focus to you, you sighed. "Nevermind..."

This was going to be fun, that's for sure.

"Do you have any cupcakes left?" you asked Felix as you were walking out to wait for Chan. Being too focused on trying to ignore Jisung's presence and Seohyun's constant comments on the handsome guys of the swimming team, you didn't have time to taste even one of the cakes.

"No." he shook his head. "I forgot how the boys eat like pigs. There are still the smashed ones back home, but I don't think you'd want that." he smiled sadly.

"No worries, Lix. I'll come over soon and we can make some together?" you suggested and he smiled, nodding his head happily.

"I better not have to pay for them next time. Like, really? I thought you weren't serious when you said that." Minho huffed.

"I wasn't, but you smashed them so."

"Not this, again." Hyunjin whined and started to speed up, joining Changbin and Jeongin.

You all stopped at a picnic table near the sport complex's exit. Looking at the time, your eyes widened as you saw it was almost 5pm.

"Min, didn't you say practice was at 5?"

"Wow, you really check your messages, don't you?"

"Uh?"

"Chan invited us to go eat somewhere, all of us. We'll just go to the dance studio afterwards."

"Ah, I didn't see. Does it mean I can't drink?" you asked and Minho glared.

"You can barely stand still when you're drunk. Not an ounce of alcohol in your system, or I'm kicking you out of Danceracha."

"You wouldn't." you gasped.

"Watch me."

You nodded in defeat and you heard a laugh somewhere. You searched among the faces and spotted Jisung looking your direction, biting his lip.

"Han Jisung." you called out.

"Yeah?" he answered, but he let out a laugh and you glared at him. "Sorry, but Minho's right. You are a hell of a wreck when drunk." he laughed some more.

"Have you seen yourself drunk? You would never let go of me and you would throw a fit if I pushed you away." you reminded him.

"You liked it, though." he shrugged.

You didn't answer, because he was right. The memory of him clinging onto you like a koala made your heart sink a bit. You shook your head as an answer and looked away. There was a silence for a minute or two. No one dared to say anything, but they exchanged looks. Especially Jeongin and Felix. They knew too well how obvious it was that you still loved each other.

The silence brokebonce Chan walked to the group. The whole gang cheered for the man as he bowed jokingly. Coming second place wasn't too bad of a start for the year. It was better than he expected.

"You really did surpass yourself, this time!" Hyunjin complimented.

"Thank you, and thanks for coming. It means a lot to me. Especially since we're all reunited." he exclaimed, smiling at seeing all of his friends together. "I was thinking Korean BBQ?"

"I actually have a shift at the coffee shop, tonight. You guys have fun, though." Seohyun said, getting up from the bench. She went to hug everyone. "Good job Channie! Nice body, by the way." she winked which flustered the man.

"You can't stay?" you pouted when she stopped to hug you.

"No, I'm on the night shift so..." she said sadly. "But I want every single detail next time I see you."

"What details?" you asked, acting clueless even though you knew exactly what she was referring to.

"You know." she rolled her eyes.

"Nothing will happen. We're staying friends and it's fine with me."

"Yeah, whatever. I still want to know." she said and waved at everyone before taking off.

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids han #han jisung #han jisung x reader #stray kids social media au #han jisung social media au

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Any you want for either Jin-Gitaxias, your Bionicle boi (I forgor), Kazuya, Akuma, or Mishra

Get love beamed, fool

*is love beamed while giggling and kicking their feet* (I'm gonna do ALL OF THEM-) 💗 - How do you say 'I love you' to your s/I? JIN-GITAXIAS- "Ah... huh. Well, as you see, beings of perfected Compleation such as myself have no need for trivial human emotions. That being said, Elise is... special, to me. While I cannot find myself able to speak the words they would want me to because of my nature, there is one way they know I share their feelings and sentiments- there is a song they sang to themselves one day that I grew... attached to, and they seem to have picked up on my enjoyment of it. Since I am unable to convey the spoken term of 'love', my way of doing so is asking them to sing that particular song for me. Hearing Elise's voice will always make me smile, and for a moment, I almost feel this twinge in my chest where my heart would be." 🥺 - Were you ever shy with your feelings about your s/I? Are you still shy now? VAKAMA- "I wasn't... shy, per say? But definitely cautious at first. Elise was this strange creature from a completely different dimension, and yet, they always had this... otherworldly beauty that captivated me almost immediately. Their eyes always softened around me, their touch was always so tender and gentle, it made me think, 'could they actually feel the same way that I do?', and so I tried to test the waters over time by being more bold and upfront, and they almost did the same thing. That was how I knew for sure, but I didn't want to say anything until I was completely certain. And no, I'm not shy about it anymore. G-Granted, I still always feel as though I should ask before doing anything, even though Elise says I don't have to. Still, it's hard to believe that all of this actually happened and ended up with us where we are now. I... I'm happier than I've ever been."

💕 - What made you first fall for your s/I? KAZUYA- "...Their tenacity. Even when they were clearly going to lose the match they were fighting against me in the fourth King of Iron Fist Tournament, Elise refused to give up. I was literally choking them out, and they still tried to punch and kick me in proper places with proper strikes. That alone caught my eye, and somehow, they chose to stay by my side when fighting enemies they normally couldn't fight on their own. At that moment, somehow, I knew I could trust them- and I don't usually trust anyone." 💋 - Favorite place to kiss your s/I? AKUMA- "Their jawline. Right above the pulse point of their throat. Mostly from the reactions they have and the sounds that fall from their lips." 💝 - Are you a gift giver? What type of gifts do you give to your s/I? MISHRA- "I am, actually- because of us basically growing up together as older children when we met at Tocasia's camp, I was able to get a more hands-on affinity for crafting and using my hands. Not just for the soldiers we forged together later on after we married, but smaller, more delicate things. I had a vivid imagination as a child, you see- I always used to think there were minotaurs in the desert. I sadly never encountered one, but continued to believe. Elise found that cute- extremely cute- and so, I wanted to make them something special to remind them of that. It took a lot of digging, but I found this small bone that was shaped like a minotaur tusk and added a very small piece of my Weakstone into the center, then clasped it onto a necklace chain. I'd left it for them as a gift one night when they were sleeping and I was still awake at the forge. I didn't get to see their initial reaction, but judging by the fact that they haven't taken it off once since that day, it's safe to say they love it."

#JUDAS YOU'RE AN ANGEL OH MY GOD #ship name: welcome to the machine #ship name: a distant spark #ship name: shatter me #ship name: dancing with the devil #ship name: burnished sunrise #self ship #self shipper #self shipping #self ship community #self shipping community #self ship ask game answer #selfship ask game answer #romantic f/o #f/o ask game answers

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hekateinhell · 2 years

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Lestat next episode “she’s poisoning you against me”…..He beat Louis nearly to death and dropped him from the gotdamn sky, he poisoned himself. Nice to know though that Lestat considers it to be the equivalent of throwing a dish and doesn’t see what the big deal is. Lestat’s dumb but not this stupid. Not sure what the writers are trying to do here because even after seeing Louis’ broken and mangled body he doesn’t even blink and the preview makes it sound as though he doesn’t even feel real remorse. Lestat’s a vicious little gremlin but you get the sense he truly loves Louis and Claudia and would never actually truly harm them, he wants them to stay so badly and I think even he would know that something like this is a point of no return. This Lestat has no love for Claudia and is just obsessed with Louis in the worst way possible. I’m sad cause I love the characters, I love the actors and this all just felt so OOC. Also, people saying Lestat’s actions are just as bad as when Claudia tries to kill Lestat 🥲

Sorry I know you don’t watch the show but I had to vent lol

Actually I do, because I'm a fucking masochist. I AM done after today though.

I wanted to like it! Genuinely, I wanted to be proven wrong and I wanted to be having a good time along with three-fourths of fandom! Every week I would watch with my friends and wonder what's wrong with me, what am I not getting? I WANTED TO HAVE FUN TOO GODDAMN IT.

Didn't help that you got outright bullied for expressing the slightest bit of criticism around here lmao maybe that's what gave the impression that I don't watch it, since I did not have anything nice to say at all. I tried making my own tag so people could just block THAT and I wouldn't be raining on anyone's parade, but it doesn't stop those who are committed to creeping on your page (hi babes) so ANYWAY

I mean... I AGREE. And I never saw Lestat in Samstat, and given how he swung in like Homelander in Episode 1, I just felt... but then also like... I DIDN'T WANT THIS!!! I still haven't regained full coherency as you can see, I'm gonna need 3-5 business days at least.

Because Lestat did never and Lestat would never. I've said it many times with great affection: Lestat's an idiot but he ain't stupid.

This quote has been going around today, and I've been carrying it too to comfort my Loustat friends because the girlies are hurting in a bad, bad way (and tbh so am I):

Yet I couldn't hurt him. I couldn't even conceive of carrying out such awful, cowardly threats. I could never have brought harm to Claudia. Ah, to make something out of nothing, yes. To throw up the pieces to see how they will fall, yes. But vengeance. Ah, arid awful distasteful vengeance. What is it to me? ~ Lestat, TotBT

I can't envision AMC Hannibal/Homelander-Lestat as either IWTV-Lestat or TVL-onward Lestat. Plain and simple--it is an OC. They all are.

Even if AMC retcons it by the next episode, I just don't see any editorial justification for that to have happened on-screen without content warnings (yeah, I'm not going to let this one go).

We talk about exposition and the art of a narrative a lot and not to sound ignorant but... RJ, BRUH. I don't blame the actors! Actors don't make the decisions on set and Sam, Jacob, and Bailey killed it with what they were given. And I have given them their props since day one.

IDK I'm sorry for anyone who got hurt today, honestly! The Doctor prescribes reading your favourite hurt/comfort fics and scrolling through your emotional support fan artists. ♥️

#you ask and hekate answers #it'll be okay #maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow #but it'll be okay ;-;#amc iwtv

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knowlessman · 1 year

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bungo no hogs macedonia (jk it's FINALLY bnha bc I googled "when does sasuke show up again" and it turns out he kinda doesn't, it's kinda like if the soul eater anime actually tried to make you care about the 100 witch souls thing but also was eleventy billion hundred years long and every arc went out of its way to remind you about it without actually progressing it) ep1-4 -- (literally looking at a splash screen bc I haven't hit go yet) I'm sure we learn why this boy has grenades for hands at some point

how unamerican or something

oh yeah this is basically if saitama wasn't OP and was Rock Lee instead right

I love that one of the bystanders here either has a quirk or just wandered in from Jojo part 6

they changed the rules so you could get into Sky High without powers? so the Cyclist from One-Punch could get in. (…googles character, skims wiki page …Mumen Rider is good character it turns out. Wish Netflix had more of - …wait a minute… okay, ngl if this loses my attention at some point there is a nonzero chance I drift over to one-punch man)

huh. didn't think we'd know that about All Might so early

…jeezus.

weirdest damn santa clause I ever seen. he doesn't even have a beard

…the fuck is any of this

"walk home, deku. I work alone." okay I do actually wanna know what he says tho, goddammit

anime stop spoiling the next episode after the credits challenge 2023 goddammit I don't wanna know this shit yet have you never heard of a binge watch

anyway next one -- with the mha spoilers that I do know… this should be one helluva convo for all might

wait whaaat, I thought this only came out later in the show :O not sure why I thought that, but this being in, like, literally the second episode is a surprise

…I guess "invisibility cloak" is just a really weird translation for something that should probably be "host" or "disguise," then?

'XD that half-assed analogy. "guys at the pool" -- hm. okay well that's HALF the spoiler that I think I know from this show -- also, well, he did make an effort to let him down easy while being honest, and it technically wasn't a "no." (also obv don't tell him to be a cop, that's for antagonists not protagonists)

some "invisibility cloak"

deku you owe that asshole a punch in the face, not this -- what ARRRR ya doin, tho (sorry my brain auto-associated to Pirates… 3, I think?)

yup. "toughness" and a balsa-wood ego

'XDDD dude. literally anyone could have seen you, shouting at the top of your lungs in a sleepy-ass neighborhood. also are you really not able to turn that off at-will? you have to wait until your body remembers it has organ damage and turns it off for you? -- I think I love this design of all might tbh. he looks like a fucking bionicle. and the hair and the outfit, it's all just perfect. and it gives context to why his face always has shadows all over it, in some way I dunno how to explain

next, I guess, fuck it, it's only half past two in the morning -- …and that's the other half of the spoiler I knew (is dabi also a spoiler? idk, probably), in the third episode

(watching OP) huh. for some reason I thought hand-face-man was from tokyo ghoul

american… good name for it, maybe? bootstrap bullshit that can only fly in shonen

think you're a rooster? you're training to be all might, kid, not goku

I thought Napoleon was, like, a bad guy? googles briefly huh. lot of things, that guy.

buhhh. fourth then. fuck but this show is good at cliffhangers.

Best Jeanist 'XD tf does that even mean

aye, I think I can see the thread from here, the intent of this "obstacle"

…good shit. I was starting to worry she, y'know, wasn't gonna get to do shit.

I wanna like mr stereotypical glasses guy, the pedant. do I get to like him? is he okay?

and here come the ten billion points for griffinpuff, aye?

oh fuck my life I forgot this was about high school 'XD I'mma go to bed

#knowless watches bnha

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staarkindustries · 2 years

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One kiss

Those two were strange. Sure, they hated each other, but they always, one way or another, kissed.

Warnings: some swearing, mild violence, chocking (not the good way), poor writing cause it's been a while

Words: 2017

A/N: long time no see ahah. I'm sorry for my absence but school really gave me no time to write and I had the biggest writing block, so I thought "hey why don't I write for someone I haven't written for 4 years?". My love for this man never disappeared, so here we go. Hope you like it💕

Those two were strange. Sure, they hated each other, but they always, one way or another, kissed.

First year

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sirius." "I'm YOUR/N." The boy smiled at her and she returned it, embarrassed. "Are you a muggleborn?" He asked, not with superiority, in fact he had always been against the crazy ideas of the purebloods, but the little girl did not seem to understand it. "Any problems with it?" "No no! It's just that you seemed disoriented..." "Yes, I am. I'm not understanding anything... And people who laugh at me are not helping." "Yes, I understand you." "No you don't understand, Sirius Black, the Blacks are one of the longest-lived pureblood families in the wizarding world." "But surely then you will also know that everyone was Slytherin, and here I am, in Gryffindor." "You're still a pureblood, who knows everything here at Hogwarts. How can there be a sky as a ceiling, how can I stop having stuff on my plate, how to..." "Hey hey, calm down. The sky is a spell, just move it forward the plate forward, the Elves will understand that you are no longer hungry." "Thank you..." She whispered and then slowly pushed the plate towards the center of the table. "Don't worry." The girl tried to kiss his cheek, but Sirius turned, and kissed the corner of her lips. "Sorry..." "It's nothing." He shrugged and then they all stood up, ready to go to their respective Houses.

Second year

"Potter I'm gonna kill you!" "Hey Lils, calm down. Let's go to your room. As for you guys, wait a minute for me."

"Alright. How could you do that to Lily?" "Come on, it was a harmless joke!" Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "Oh Godric, Black! Everything is harmless to you! It would also be harmless to try to kill Snape against the Whomping Willow!" "Y/N, you look like a mom, stop it." "You are immature. And then you wonder why Lily is not okay with your fool attempts of flirting. Mature a little guys." "We are fine this way." "Good Black. Do as you please." "Hey L/N! Aren't you kissing me? This year we haven't kissed yet!" "Rot in hell, Black."

"Well well well, if it isn't the little muggleborn..." "Stop it Malfoy." "What is it? Can't even have some fun?" "She said stop, Malfoy." "Look at that Regulus, your brother who betrayed his own blood." "Let's go Y/N." He dragged her by the wrist as she tugged at him. "Black, leave me!" "Why do you get treated like this?" "What else am I supposed to do? Hex them?" "That would be an idea! You have to assert yourself on them, Y/N." "I'm sorry, but I don't need your advice." Black approached her, until their noses brushed. "We will see." He kissed her molded lips, then walked away, while Y/N stood there with two fingers on her lips.

Third year

What could be better than reading on the Black Lake? Nothing. But apparently Sirius Black thought differently. "Hey Y/N! What are you doing?" "I'm reading, and no. I won't tell you what it is." "Well, if you put it like this..." He took the book from her and started running, while Y/N huffed annoyed. "Black!" She yelled, starting to follow him. He began a run that lasted three or four minutes, until the girl took Sirius' sleeve, slipped her arm under his arm and reached out for the book, finding Black's face completely against hers. "You like kissing me, don't you Y/N?" "I'd rather kiss a Dementor than you." "I don't think so, love." He left her a kiss and handed her the book, then returned to Hogwarts. He must stop kissing me.

Fourth year

Seriously, what do all those chickens see in Black? He's just so immature and full of himself. She thought as she saw all the girls watching Sirius dreamily as he walked down the Great Hall. "L/N." "Black." She huffed, making room for Remus, who smiled at her. "Hey Rem." "Hey." "Potter no. I will not go with you to Hogsmeade." Sirius and Y /N snickered, and then suddenly looked at each other, and he had the audacity to wink at her. This guy will give me a nervous breakdown. Thought Y/NN. I love this girl. Sirius thought.

It was Christmas and, strangely, the two "enemies" didn't kiss already. James was tired of Sirius whining about the girl, he almost felt sorry for his friends when he talked about Lily. "L/N! We haven't kissed yet this year!" "Well Pads, look up." James said, smirking and pointing at the mistletoe. "Godric help me." The girl whispered. "If I kiss you, will you stop bothering me?" "Cross my heart." The girl took the tie of the young Black, bringing him close to her, and gave him a peck on his chapped lips. "Hi Remus!" She greeted her best friend, before going back up to her room. Sirius was there, with a stupid smile on his face and James waving a hand in front of him. "Slytherin will win the house cup." "Never!" He awoke from his trance and they all went to the dormitory.

Fifth year

"Black stop this bullshit!" She said turning abruptly. "Oh come on, admit you like me, everyone knows by now." "Stupeficium!" She screamed and the boy found himself thrown to the ground a few meters away. "Miss L/N, you're grounded, but since I don't think that L/N is going around hexing random people, Mr. Black, you're grounded too." "Oh come on Minnie..." Sirius tried to bribe the professor, unsuccessfully. "No buts. Tonight you will clean the trophy room. Without magic."

"Here you are, give me your wands." They entered the trophy room and Y/N huffed. "Come on let's start."

"Black, will you pass me the rag?" The girl went down a few steps of the ladder, and then slipped on a wet spot. "L/N!" Sirius ran towards her, putting his arm under her head, so she wouldn't hit her head. "Everything okay?" He asked her, helping her to get back on her feet, but still holding her by her hips. "Yes Black... Thanks." "Oh, that's fine. But you could do one thing..." "What?" She rolled her eyes with a sigh. "This year you haven't kissed me yet... You could do it now as a thank you..." "Did they ever tell you you're annoying?" "Yes, many times." He chuckled and then stared into the eyes of the girl's. "So? Will you give me this kiss or not?" "Okay." She whispered and then kissed him quickly. "Kisses keep getting better, you know?" He asked with a chuckle and went back to his work. "Idiot."

Sixth year

Y/N had always been bullied for being a muggleborn, but it was never as bad as it was this year.

"And who do we have here? The little L/N, all alone..." "Malfoy. Go away." "And what if I don't? What are you doing to me?" "Get out." "Nobody tells me what to do, you know?" He took her by the wrists and slammed her against a shelf, then put a hand on her neck. "I'm not killing you just because it would get noticed, but as long as you're passed out..." The girl began to see black dots, then closed her eyes and, with a thud, Malfoy dropped her.

"Where the fuck is she?" The young Black asked again desperately. "Maybe she's in the library..." James pondered, Sirius ran towards his goal, occasionally apologizing when he ran into someone. He wandered through all the shelves, only to find her next to one of them. On the ground. "Y/N..." He approach her, while the other Marauders, nicknames they had taken from Lily and Y/N, had also arrived. "Someone strangled her." Sirius said. "He choked her. That asshole won't get away with it." He repeated. "Who?" James asked, confused by the certainty that Sirius had while accusing someone. "Malfoy." He said taking Y/N in his arms and carrying her to the infirmary.

He put her down on a bed and stayed there the night too, while the Marauders had already gone to sleep. "Y/N. Wake up." He whispered close to her face. "I would kiss you every day, not just once a year, but you would stop me with a punch in the face, which I have already had the pleasure to meet to know many times..." He chuckled, then placed his lips on the cold ones of the girl, only to hear a whimper. The boy smiled. "Rest L/N, you need it."

Seventh year

Y/N, as soon as she arrived at school, was in total anxiety for the N.E.W.T's. She was a fairly good student, except in Divination. She just couldn't understand it. "Y/N, are you studying already?" "Yes Black, I don't want to arrive the day before the exams without knowing anything."

If anxiety were a person it would most likely be called Y/N L/N thought the girl in front of the Transfiguration classroom. "Hey L/N." "Black." "Are you really that anxious? You always had O in Transfiguration!" "Shut up. Shut up please." "So, our tradition?" "It's not a tradition, Black. And no. I won't kiss you again." "Oh come on. Not even a good-luck kiss?" He made a pout and Y/N sighed, looking back at the book. Stop resisting me L/N. Stop being the only one who doesn't fall at my feet! Sirius tthough. "Wanna go to Hogsmeade after the exams?" He asked looking into her eyes. "Okay." She whispered then walked into the classroom, ready for the exam. "Good luck L/N!" She heard and giggled as McGonagall watched her, smiling slightly. "Was it Mr. Black?" "Yeah." "Well, let's get started."

"Outstanding in everything! We are great Lils!" They laughed, then saw the Marauders arrive. "It seems to me that someone has to go out with me." Sirius said and Y/N huffed, walking towards him. "What the..." "Not a word Potter. I was focused on reviewing, he asked me out and I accepted by mistake." "Yeah yeah, don't lie L/N, let's go." "Yeah, bye Lils, guys."

"So? Are you gonna kiss me yes or not?" "No Black." "But it's a tradition..." "Black, it's not a tradition. Stop it." Sirius couldn't hold it anymore. He took her arm and looked her in the eyes, before exploding. "You know what? I have tried, since the second year, to be more mature for you, because you saw me as an immature and a troublemaker. But you can't do it right? You just can't go beyond appearances! I can't change who I am Y/N. I am and will always be a full-fledged Marauder, so if you don't like it, it's okay. It was useless to even try." "Sirius. Wait." She whispered and the boy stopped, turning to look at her. "Is this a way to make me feel guilty?" She smiled, feeling extremely guilty. "It's a way of letting you know that Sirius Black, the asshole and careless boy you think, tried to change for a girl. A girl he's madly in love with." "You..." "Yes L/N, I love you." The girl smiled, then walked over to Sirius and looked him in the eye. They stayed like this for minutes, gray and Y/E/C merged together, then the girl crossed her arms around Sirius's neck and pulled him to her, kissing him. "Isn't this our tradition?" She whispered on his lips as Sirius put his hands on her hips. "We can try not to kiss just once a year. Maybe it could become a more... intense tradition." He smirked then kissed the girl he held close to him. Not a peck like their usual ones, a real kiss, from which they parted only for lack of breath. "Yeah, we can try, Sirius."

#sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #young!sirius black x reader #young!sirius black #sirius black one shot #ben barnes

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lovelykiri · 3 years

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two times four

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You were teasing Bakugou ALL during school today- you didn't think anything would come of it, but boy were you wrong. He's been waiting all day to punish the hell out of you. The moment he gets back from his afterschool training, you're DONE for.

female reader

both UA third years

content warning

overstim, spanking, cursing, anger, daddy kink, thigh riding, fisting, breeding

full fic by spice🥧

Bakugou burst into your dorm, catching you off guard. You looked up from your homework, confused.

"Don't look at me like that! You know EXACTLY how you were acting today."

"Oh- that, I was just messing around. Don't get your panties in a bunch over it." you giggled, knowing this would piss him off further.

"Bedroom. Now." he said.

Shit.

You fucked up.

Bakugou picked you up, threw you over his shoulder, and carried you down to your bedroom. He then threw you down on the bed. He sat on top of you, straddling your waist and pinning your arms to the bed. He roughly kissed you, and then moved down to suck a hickey onto your neck, which drew a small moan from you.

He was marking what was his, after you paraded yourself around like a slut all day today.

"You like it when I mark you?"

"Y-Yes.. it feels so nice."

He reached around your back, finding the clasp of your bra, and undid it. He then took off his shirt and threw both of your shirts and your bra across the room.

He leaned down onto you and began to suck at one tit, his hand kneading the other. You moaned loudly and grabbed a fistful of his hair. After he had successfully marked one, he moved to the other.

"Oh- FUCK! DADDY!" you yelled.

"What did you call me?"

Your cheeks glowed a bright red, and you turned your head away from Bakugou's gaze, not meeting his eyes.

He got close to your ear and dropped his tone.

"Say it again for me."

"D-Daddy.."

"I didn't hear you." he said running his hand down your stomach, dangerously close to your jeans button.

You faced him, cheeks still red.

"Daddy!"

"That's more like it, princess."

Bakugou smiled and began to undo your jeans.

"Now, we get to your punishment."

"Punishment?

"Why yes, punishment." he said as he threw your jeans into the corner, his following them shortly after.

He ran a finger along the middle of your panties, causing you to moan in surprise.

"You're dripping for me and I haven't even taken your underwear off yet. Such a good girl for her daddy. But I haven't forgiven you for being a whore today. Ass up."

"Y-Yes sir." you said, flipping over.

"I'm gonna spank you for being so naughty. You have to count out loud though. If you don't count, we start over."

"O-Okay.." you closed your eyes as you felt one of Bakugou's calloused hands caress one of your ass cheeks, and relaxed a little, thinking he wouldn't go that hard.

Mistake.

Bakugou clapped down as hard as he could, drawing a scream from you.

Although it hurt, the pain mixed with pleasure. As the sting spread across your ass cheek, you heard a laugh.

"You didn't count, princess."

Shit- although... would being punished again really be so bad?

"Let's try again."

His hand came down with barely any warning.

"ONE!"

"TWO- NGH-"

"Louder, slut. Let the whole dorms know you're mine."

"THREE!!"

"FOUR!"

"FIVE!!"

"I think that's enough. Are you ready to be a good girl for me?"

"Y-Yes daddy.."

"Good."

You flipped over again, ass red and bruised.

Bakugou ran two fingers along your soaked panties again, and pushed them aside to run his fingers along your slit.

"Ngh- p-please daddy- I need you."

"So needy.." Bakugou pulled the soaked panties off of you, tossing it with the other articles of clothing.

His mouth moved down to meet your aching clit, and began to suck gently.

That stimulation alone had you seeing stars.

"Oh- Oh god.. DADDY!"

You felt Bakugou smile against you, continuing to suck your needy clit like it was his last meal.

He ran two fingers along your folds, before lightly circling your opening.

You tried to move your hips to get her to put them in, but found Bakugou's free arm holding down your waist.

Bakugou came up for a second.

"Princess, you're so needy. Little slut. You have to wait. Daddy knows what's good for you."

"Y-Yes sir.."

Bakugou chuckled and dipped his head back down, returning to your slightly swollen clit.

You threw your head back in a moan, and then felt two fingers slide inside your dripping cunt.

"F-FUCK! DADDY!"

Bakugou pumped his fingers for a few seconds, dipping in and out. The only sounds that could be heard was the wet noises of your pussy and your moans.

Bakugou brushed lightly against that one sweet spot that sent waves of pleasure shooting through your body.

You felt that familiar pressure begin to coil in your lower stomach.

"D-Daddy I'm gonna-"

You were interrupted by Bakugou pulling his fingers out.

"N-No- daddy, please, let me cum.. I pr-omise I'll be a good girl tomorrow, I'm sorry.." you mumbled, attempting to rub your legs together to relieve some of the aching desire to be touched.

Bakugou slapped your inner thighs and pulled them wide open with ease, making sure your cunt was up in the air for everyone to see.

"Make me cum and I'll let you cum."

"Y-Yes sir."

You moved positions, you were now on the floor with Bakugou sitting on the bed. He let his erect cock spring free of his boxers.

You tenderly took it into your mouth and swirled your tongue around the tip.

"F-fuck."

You smiled softly at the validation from your master- the one who had complete control over you right then. You sucked his cock deeper into your throat, continuing to swirl your tongue in ways that had his eyes glazed over from pure pleasure.

"P-Princess-"

You then began to suck harder and faster, having Bakugou seeing white. You began to use your hands around the base of his cock, causing him to moan in pleasure.

"Y-Y/n, m'gonna c-cum-"

Bakugou threw his head back, practically yelling as the orgasm crashed over him in waves, the pleasure being intensified with every second. Hot white cum shot down your throat, and you swallowed it as it leaked out, not wasting a drop of his seed.

You continued to suck him off and lightly jerk the base of his cock through the orgasm, which sent another one crashing through his body, more cum shooting down your throat.

You swallowed the last of it and looked up at him with complete need in your eyes.

After he caught his breath, he let you back up on the bed and sat in between your legs, holding them as far apart as they could go, making sure you couldn't relieve your need in any way. The cold air against your pussy made you shiver.

"You made me cum twice. That deserves a reward. But, I only told you to make me cum once. You see, daddy is very strict. So there will be a punishment for that. What's two times four?"

"E-Eight?"

"I'm going to make you cum eight times, princess. I don't care how bad it hurts- also, every time you touch me or cum without permission, I'm adding another."

"Y-Yes sir."

"Good." he said, cupping your dripping pussy.

He began to rub your aching clit again, harder with every shake of your legs. The stimulation of your clit alone was enough to make you cum- but you couldn't- not yet- not until Master says.

"Don't hold back your moans, dear. You're mine, be proud of it." he said, before dipping down to lap up your slick.

He popped up again.

"8 seconds. Count out loud. Then you can cum."

Then, he disappeared between your legs again, working his magic that had your legs shaking and your moans echoing through the dorms.

"One.."

"Two.."

"Three- ngh"

"Four."

"Five- oh fuck-"

"Six."

"Sev-"

But before you could get it out, that coil that had been building- the band that had been getting tighter and tighter for the hour you had been being edged- denied the right to cum, snapped as Bakugou hit that one damned spot that had your vision going spotty.

Bakugou was kind, and ate you out through the orgasm as your pussy fluttered hard around his tongue.

"Bad girl... then we're going nine times. And that didn't count."

"Y-Yes s-s-sir.." you said shakily, gripping the bedsheets so hard your knuckles were white.

"Come sit." Bakugou said, patting one of his thighs.

You obeyed and straddled his thigh, your slick cold and slimy against Bakugou's skin.

"You've made a mess, dear."

"I-I'm sorry daddy."

"It's quite alright, babydoll. Just means I'm doing well."

His hands ran down your body, eventually finding your hips and pushing your oversensitive pussy harder onto his thigh, which sent a shiver down your spine.

He began to move his thigh back and forth, pushing you down on it and forcing you to move the opposite way.

"Sh-shit daddy- I'm too sensitive- please-"

"Let me help you with this then. You can cum when you have to."

He moved his fingers down, feeling around for a second before finding your clit and rubbing on it some more.

"It hurts, daddy."

"Good. It should hurt."

"Ngh- I'm so close-"

That coil in you snapped again as Bakugou moved you roughly to his knee and forced you down on it.

"One down, eight more to go, babydoll."

"No- Please I'm so sensitive, sir."

"You wanted to cum right? You should be thanking me."

Before you could utter the words though, you felt something wrap around your throat, restricting your airflow as you were slammed back into the bed.

Bakugou began to roughly finger-fuck your sloppy cunt again, as you struggled for air.

"Cum for your daddy, princess."

He removed his hand from your throat. The stinging but relieving sensation of air entering your lungs again was enough to send you over the edge again, forcing out yet another powerful orgasm.

But Bakugou didn't stop. He slipped in a third finger, and began going faster.

"S-Sir! What are you doing?"

"What do you think princess? No cumming until my fist is inside of your tight little cunt."

"Y-Yes sir." you managed to get out as a fourth finger slipped in.

Before you could even get used to the fourth finger, a fifth was shoved inside, the pain being almost unbearable- but so amazing at the same time.

Bakugou's fist bottomed out inside you, hitting your walls and brushing over that sensitive spot (which was now aching and even more sensitive) far to quickly.

"It hurts!"

"I know- but you're so pretty like this. Squirming in pain, trying not to cum, just to please me. I can feel you holding back, you know."

It was true. The pain was making your vision go white- it was so good. You had been using all your strength to stop your oversensitive pussy from getting you punished.

"Cum, darling."

As soon as the words left his mouth, any resistance you had broke- your strength used. The most powerful orgasm you had ever experienced racked through you.

After squirting all over Bakugou's fist, you passed out for a minute.

"Six more- no sleeping yet."

"Y-Yes sir." you said foggily.

Bakugou smiled.

"I think you've earned my cock, don't you think?"

"D-Daddy no- please, I'm so sensitive and-"

While you were babbling, you didn't notice Bakugou lining up with your abused hole.

He snapped in, drawing a yell from you.

He began to thrust into you, giving you no time to get used to his length. He bottomed out, his thick cock brushing over your walls in a spectacular manner. Your legs wrapped around his back as you gripped the bedsheets as hard as you would muster.

"M'gonna breed this pretty little pussy- you'll be swollen with my children when I'm d-one with you." he stuttered out.

"I'm cumming inside. You don't have a choice."

Hot ropes of cum squirted against your cervix, making resisting your own release nearly impossible.

"Cum." he commanded

You came again, laying limp as it spread through your body, causing your legs to shake.

"Only a few more, love. From here, you have to yell what number we're on when you cum. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Get up." he commanded.

You obeyed, fearing punishment if you didn't comply.

"You've made a mess on me- clean me off while I finger fuck you as a punishment. You may only cum when I deem myself clean.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl."

You went into the bathroom and got a wet washcloth and brought it back. You began to wipe Bakugou off, starting with his chin.

You gasped as you felt two fingers enter your body, beginning to fuck you roughly.

You cleaned Bakugou up shakily, using whatever little strength you had left to stand and try not to cum, as he pistoled his fingers deep inside of you with a cocky smirk on his face.

You finished wiping down Bakugou's cock- the last part you had to clean. But something unexpected happened- Bakugou pulled his fingers out and held his hand out.

"What? I said clean my whole body. That includes my hands. Then you may cum. I assume you can do it without anyone touching you since you're obviously so close. Go on, wipe off your mess, slut."

You wiped Bakugou's hands off, and stood there, unsure of what to do.

"No hands allowed. No rubbing thighs allowed. Just think. That's all you're allowed to do. You can't sit down until I see that pretty little pussy shaking with pleasure for me. Oh, no breaking eye contact either."

"Y-Yes sir."

You stood as still as you could muster, looking at Bakugou's sadistic gaze. You thought about cumming- focused on it, trying to feel it in your brain.

Think of your pussy flapping wildly, squirting your juices everywhe-

And it happened.

You felt that band snap, your knees turned to jello, and your vision clouded. Slick ran down your legs, dripping down onto the floor.

"FOUR!" you called out, indicating how many orgasms you had left.

You tried to stand upright, but as soon as the orgasm finished, you collapsed onto Bakugou.

Bakugou picked you up and placed you back down on the bed.

He opened your legs again, letting you sit for a minute so you could gather in a puddle of your own wetness.

"No fingering this time. You can only have clit stimulation."

He began to rub lightly on your clit, pushing your legs back as wide as they could go any time you tried to bring them in even a little.

The need to cum was urgent- tears pricked at your eyes from trying your damn hardest not to cum.

You had never been so sloppily wet, feeling so empty, and it was quite embarrassing. The embarrassment had you dripping even more- ready to be sent over the edge at Bakugou's will.

"Cum for me, darling."

You had never obeyed orders so fast.

"THREE!

The orgasm rocked you, causing a sob to be let out. You attempted to close your legs, but Bakugou had other plans and continued to hold your legs as far apart as they could go.

He ran his fingers down your center, getting up as much of your arousal as he could, and shoved two fingers into your mouth.

"Suck." he commanded.

You sucked your sweet juices off of his finger, waiting for his next commands.

"Touch yourself. No breaking eye contact."

"Yes sir."

You began to swirl your clit, moaning his name while looking into his eyes. He was stroking his cock, watching you finger yourself. This excited you and you slipped your fingers into your pussy. The slipperiness startled you as your fingers went up with ease, instantly finding your g-spot.

"C-Cum." Bakugou managed, as he released onto your stomach.

You snapped again, cumming around your fingers.

"TWO!"

You pulled your fingers out, a string of your wetness still attached.

"So disgusting. Dirty slut. Now suck it off your hand."

You sucked off your slick again, never once breaking eye contact with your master.

"I'm gonna breed your little pussy again, I'm gonna make your stomach swell with my cum, and you're gonna like it."

"Yes sir."

He thrust into you, the squelching sounds of two soaked bodies slapping together being the only sounds filling the room, other than your moans.

He positioned himself right up against your womb, cumming directly into it without a warning.

The sudden heat made you gasp, and you looked at him BEGGING him for a release.

"Cum."

"ONE!"

He thrusted into you through your orgasm- and just when you caught your breath again, he went even faster than he had been before.

"Last one. Make it good."

"Y-Yes sir!" you said

He smirked.

"Look at the outline of my cock in your stomach. I'm so deep, princess. You're being such a good slut for daddy."

"Thank you sir!" you moaned out.

"Cum now, princess."

"Y-yes sir!"

"ZERO!"

You shook with a raging force, squirting everywhere once more.

You almost instantly fell back, closing your eyes as cum leaked from your abused pussy.

"Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Did i hurt you? Are you okay?"

"M'fine.. just tired... sore.."

"You must be so tired, but you took me so well. Let's get you a warm bath- that might help with the soreness." he said tenderly.

You two were in the bath, gingerly washing each other off.

You two finished washing up and he carried you out to your room, brushing your hair and slipping you into a fresh pair of panties and some PJ'S.

He looked around the room, seeing what a mess it was and how gross the bed was.

Yeah- no way in hell you could sleep there tonight.

He brought you to his room and slipped you into the bed with him, then cuddled up with you.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Mmhmm?"

"You aren't allowed to cover those hickeys at school tomorrow."

"Figured." you sighed, cuddling into him more.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Bakugou."

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Rockin' the Suburbs: Chapter 3

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They were finally done after midnight.

As soon as Sam showed up they spent an hour tearing through the house looking for hex bags, sigils, EMF, sulfur, on top of Cas' mojo, which didn't sense anything. So they've got nothing. At least they can rule out witch, ghost, or demon, for now anyway.

Then they, unfortunately, spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking, trying to put on a show for the neighbors, and whatever thing was out there. Dean had sent Sam back to the motel after they finished the pizza they ordered, and he left with a smile and promise to call in the morning.

And Jack was already tucked into his new space bed, that he's absolutely over the moon about, hours ago. He thankfully conked out quickly, exhausted from all of the excitement of the day.

Now Dean was alone, leaning on the kitchen island. Cas had disappeared upstairs a while ago, so he only can assume he went to bed.

But it's not like Dean's gonna go upstairs to check that theory, even though every inch of his body was screaming at him to go to sleep. Because upstairs was their bedroom. With their bed, and the comforter Cas picked out.

For them.

(Read the rest under the cut)

And in a flash he pushes off the island, deciding to clean the kitchen instead. First night in a new house, can't start leaving a mess already, right?

But the only problem was, there wasn't really anything to actually clean. They ate pizza off of paper plates, (even though Dean bought brand new circle plates that afternoon), and drank soda and beer from cans and bottles.

So he settles for wiping off the dining room table, three times, until realizing he couldn't justify wiping it off a fourth. And Dean does what any logical, extremely exhausted, person in this situation would do.

He restlessly paces around the foyer instead.

Not because he's avoiding the bedroom, of course, he's just got a lot to think about, and besides he thinks better when he's moving. It also serves as an excellent explanation for his ever-increasing heart rate.

But it's fine because it's just a stupid room.

Dean pauses, staring at the stairs for a moment, ignoring the pounding in his chest.

It's not like he and Cas haven't shared a room with a bed before, they do it all the time on solo hunts. But this is different.

Cas wasn't sleeping before. And now Cas eats a little, sleeps a little, takes showers, wears normal clothes. And Dean doesn't know if he just does it to do it, to fit in, or if his grace is fading, or what. It's not like they've talked about it, things are awkward enough between them, but it's not exactly an unwelcomed change. A change that makes everything about a billion times more confusing for Dean sure, but it's jus-nope too tired to go down that road.

So with a shaky breathe he lets his eyes wander up the white carpeted steps.

He can do this. It's just a room, with a bed, that Cas is currently laying in. And he'll have to lay next to h-

Dean snaps his head towards the living room, ripping his eyes away from the staircase and stopping on the wall clock.

Quarter to two.

"Fuck" Dean whispers to himself in the empty room.

The exhaustion washes over Dean, instantly weighing down his limbs. His eyes subconsciously trail down to the couch.

It looks comfortable enough he could just sleep there, and it would be fi-no it would be pathetic. And he'd probably wake up in pain, he's not exactly twenty-five anymore, plus he-

This is pathetic. Dean's ready to pass out on the floor, and he's definitely gonna need his four hours if he's gonna make it through the trials of meeting the neighbors and pretending to be marri-

And it's just a stupid room.

Then suddenly, he's climbing the stairs, and finds himself standing in the bedroom doorway before he even realizes it.

Dean's eyes immediately land on Cas, who stares right back, head tilted in question.

And Dean continues to silently hover in the doorway. Like an idiot.

His mouth goes dry when he really registers the sight before him, the swirling feeling is back, creeping around in his stomach. Because Cas is sitting up against the headboard, on top of that blue comforter, reading a book and looking so-

"Dean?"

Cas' voice snaps him from his thoughts and successfully gets his heart rate going again. Wonderful.

"I'm uh...I was gonna sleep on the couch" Dean manages to choke out.

Cas' face falls, and Dean immediately feels like shit.

"It's not becau-"

"I can take the cou-"

They both start at the same time, effectively cutting each other off.

Dean sighs, clenching his hands at his sides to stop his shaking hands.

He knew he'd have to sleep in the bed with Cas, they bought the comforter and everything, so of course, he knew. But actually doing it, is a different story and he ju-

"Dean, I don't mind. I waited because I wasn't sure what you wanted t-I can take the couch. I don't want to make you uncomfortable" Cas continues before Dean's brain even has a chance to reboot.

Cas quickly pushes off the bed, grabbing his book as he goes.

"No wait" Dean half-shouts, mouth moving without permission.

Cas stalls, clearly surprised, and hell Dean can concur with that.

What is wrong wi-

"Dean, I promise I don't mind, I barely sleep. You shouldn't have to sleep on the couc-"

"Cas, no that's not fair to you, we can-"Dean starts, cutting himself off.

They can what? Is Dean actually going to say they can-

He's too tired for this shit. It's just a stupid bed in a stupid room, with Cas. He can stow his crap.

Dean unclenches his fists, taking an unsteady breath.

"Cas it's cool, we can both-it's a big bed, it'd be a waste" Dean finishes weakly.

Cas hesitates for a moment, looking unsure as he fiddles with the string of his sweatpants. And Dean's heart twists at the sight.

God, he's such an ass.

So he's gonna fix it.

"Of course it's fine Cas. It's a big bed, I'm not uncomfortable I swear. Just lay your ass down-and actually get under the covers this time you, weirdo" Dean says, trying for a joke. And whether it was for his own sake or Cas', he'll never tell.

Cas worries his lip between his teeth for a moment with a frown, then a small smile replaces it. Which Dean finds himself easily returning.

And before he can freak out again, he snatches a pair of sweatpants, and a tshirt from the drawer designated for his clothes, which he tries very hard not to think about, and hurries into the bathroom to change.

After a brief staring contest with himself in the mirror, where he tried to regain control of his lungs, Dean finds himself slowly pulling back the covers of the bed.

Cas is rolled onto his side, buried under the blankets, and Dean can only see the mop of his hair peeking out. So assumes he's asleep. Dean lies on his back, afraid to move while he tries to not think about the warmth radiating next to him under the covers.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will away the panic crawling up his throat, as the day's events flash behind his eyes.

He's in a house in the suburbs, with a ring on his finger pretending to be married to Cas, while he lays in a bed less than a foot away from him.

The swirling feeling, that Dean is now refusing to identify due to self-embarrassment, is twisting in his stomach again.

What was he thinking? How is he going to do this? They haven't even done anything yet and he's alre-

"Goodnight Dean" Cas murmurs, breaking the silence. And Dean whips his head to the side is met with a soft smile, and wide blue eyes shining in the dark.

The panic quickly melts away, and he gives a weak smile back. And with that, Cas turns away again, leaving Dean to stare through the dark.

He releases a breath he didn't realize was holding, as he watches Cas' shoulders slowly rise and fall under the comforter.

And then, that feeling makes an appearance. The feeling that Dean's had for years and refuses to talk about, but he definitely thinks about a lot more lately. It bubbles deep in his stomach, trying to rise to the surface to consume him.

So he physically swallows, shoving everything back down where they belong.

Then Dean forces himself to roll over, willing away the feeling, and letting his exhaustion consume him instead.

Warmth. That's the first thing Dean registers as he begins to wake up. Then, he notices the light streaming on his face, and quickly squeezes his eyes shut tighter.

Weird, he must have left the light on his room since the bunker doesn't have windows after all, but he can't be bothered with that, as he's far too comfortable at the moment.

Which is also weird, because usually, he wakes up freezing. The bunker is great, but the heating system is old as shit and h-

Dean feels a hot puff of air against his shoulder.

Case. House. Married. Bed. Cas.

Dean's eyes fly open as memories from yesterday come flooding back to him. Dean slowly tries to get up, only to realize he can't.

Because he's stuck.

In Cas' arms.

A million thoughts rush into his mind, and he ignores every one of them because now is definitely not the time. Fighting the urge to launch out of the bed, Dean freezes, trying to wrack his brain about how he can get out of this without waking Cas.

But that's a little hard to do when all he can think about is Cas' arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

Fuck

Dean experimentally begins his legs, only to realize they're tangled with Cas'. He slowly shifts his leg toward the end of the bed and suddenly his boxers pull agains-

Oh shit.

And with that new revelation, Dean quickly, but carefully, frees himself from Cas' grasp, and stands shivering from the loss of warmth. He stares down at the bed, watching the sunlight stream over Cas' sleeping form, hair an absolute wreck, arms stretched out in front of him.

Arms Dean was just in.

He glances down at himself, breath catching in his throat, and practically sprints into the bathroom.

And an hour later Dean's in the kitchen, cooking pancakes on the little griddle they bought yesterday, as if nothing happened.

Because nothing did happen.

And yeah, maybe Dean spent a little longer under an ice-cold shower, since the freezing cold room clearly wasn't enough-but the extra time definitely went toward fixing his hair. And definitely not towards anything else.

Dean starts flipping the pancakes onto a plate, trying to shove the thoughts from his mind, to no avail of course. Which is dumb because it was nothing, right? It didn't matter and it definitely didn't have anything to do with Cas and his arms an-

"De!" Jack shouts as he comes barreling into the kitchen, and into the back of Dean's legs. Which rips Dean faster from his thoughts than anything else could, and if Dean knew God gave a shit, he would thank him for that.

"Morning Squish, remember inside voices. Your Dad is still sleeping" Dean shushes half-heartedly, and Jack of course raises his finger to his lips, shushing very seriously.

So Dean scoops him, placing him in the little booster seat at the kitchen table, sitting Bun on top of the table of course. He makes quick work of cutting up pancakes for Jack, and placing them, and his Pooh cup in front of him.

"Thank De" Jack whispers, which makes Dean grin uncontrollably as turns back to the griddle.

He listens to Jack babble to Bun, and starts plating the rest of the pancakes.

"Da!" Jack shouts from behind him. All rules of inside voices and Dean's momentary calm, thrown out the window, since clearly Cas is awake now.

Dean doesn't turn around, staring very intently at the pancakes he's flipping, he can't let them burn after all. He hears Cas tiredly greet Jack, as he unplugs the griddle. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Cas shuffle towards the coffee pot.

"Your's is on the stove" Dean says, pointing with his spatula, refus-without turning around. Cas just hums as a thanks. He may still be an angel, but whenever he does sleep, he is not a morning person.

Dean busies himself making plates for him and Cas, waiting until he hears the scrape of a chair before daring to turn around.

Dean quietly takes a deep breath. He's pretending to be married to the man, he's obviously going to have to look at him at some point.

But it's little hard to make eye contact, when you thought about those blue eyes in the show-

Something drops low in the pit of Dean's stomach and he puts both plates down, Cas isn't even awake enough to eat yet anyway so it's fine, and quickly starts wiping off the griddle with a wet paper towel instead.

Heart hammering in his chest, he squeezes his eyes shut for a second, trying to halt the panic currently clawing up his throat. He puffs out a breath.

This is ridiculous. Cas probably doesn't even know he turned into an octopus in the middle of the night, and he definitely doesn't know about Dean's-other thing.

So it's fine, because it's not like Dean's gonna tell him, any of it. Cas would probably be embarrassed about hanging on Dean in his sleep, and Dean wouldn't dare to make anything even more awkward.

So it's fine. It's good.

And with that revelation, he tosses the paper towel, grabbing their plates, and spins around before he can stop himself again.

And he's met with a very tired Cas leaning on one hand, clutching the mug close to his chest with the other, while he talks to Jack about nonsense. His hair is sticking up in every direction, and there's that smile on his lips that's reserved just for Jack.

This isn't a new sight by any means, he pretty much sees this every day now. But this is different.

Because technically he's seeing it in their kitchen. Sam and Eileen won't come stumbling in, it's just them. Alone.

And that swirling feeling, that Dean is realizing might be butterflies-but they definitely aren't because he's a grown man, and that would be ridiculous, is back with a vengeance.

Cas looks up, meeting his eyes giving him a smile that's reserved only for Dean. And those blue eyes that he-nope.

Dean shoves everything away, even the butte-swirling feeling, and moves, placing down Cas' plate, and sits across from him with his own.

"Thank you, good morning" Cas says after another sip of his coffee, his voice still thick with sleep.

This is just like any regular morning at the Bunker, if he ignores the details, so Dean can do this.

"Morning, finally join the land of the living?" Dean qups, taking a bite. Cas just squints, and points his fork at him accusingly

"Dean it's eight am, I distinctly remember you once saying that the land of the living doesn't begin until at least after nine" Cas smiles, proud of his little joke.

"Yeah but we're in the burbs now, didn't you hear the new rules? Tell him Jack" Dean smirks pointing his fork right back.

"Yeah, Da!" Jack shouts, and hey at least the kid is on his side.

Cas just rolls his eyes fondly and goes back to his food. And Dean definitely doesn't stare at him, especially not since he realizes Cas is wearing one of his old shirts.

Which again, isn't new, Cas does it all the time and Dean definitely doesn't care. But like everything else, this is different.

Because they're in a white marble kitchen, with the sunlight shining through the windows, eating pancakes that Dean cooked, with a child sitting in between them.

It's domestic, too domestic. Because now that feeling (the one Dean doesn't talk about) is bubbling up, joining with the butterfl-swirling feeling an-

"So, I saw a park on our way in yesterday. I thought we should take Jack today, it's much bigger than the park in Lebanon. And it would allow us to talk to some of the parents, to see if any of them were friends with Carol and Mike Stanton, or any of the other vics?" Cas suggested placing his fork on his plate.

The feeling immediately deflates, which Dean definitely doesn't care about. He's definitely glad it's gone.

Right, case, they're working a case. This Dean can handle.

"Sounds like a good idea as any, us pushing Jack on the swings, will put on a good show for whatever's out there. Plus, I bet these stay-at-home parents love will love to gossip about the murders of their neighbors" Dean points out which earns a huffed laugh from Cas.

Good thing they're both on the same page about these suburban bureaucrats. They're gonna be a nightmare, Dean can feel it.

"We can also definitely try to narrow down who the next vic could be, in case whatever it is we're hunting, decides it's tired of targeting just this house." Cas tacks on

"Yeah, but hopefully it'll just stick with us, make everything a hell of a lot simpler" Dean sighs, easily shifting into "hunter mode".

"And I think it'll be good for Jack to play with children his age. Oh, which reminds me. Jack, we need to have a serious conversation" Cas says calmly, folding his hands on the table, looking to Dean to make sure he understands.

"Yeah kiddo, we gotta talk about your angel mojo" Dean says, matching Cas' tone.

And with that, they have Jack's full attention. He may not even be two, but he's always been able to understand everything they say, which doesn't mean he always listens, but he knows what they're saying. They've all chalked it up to the half-angel.

"So I know we're in a different place, but the rules are still the same. No using your powers outside of our house, or this new house. Understand?" Cas stated simply but seriously.

"Yes Da, understand," Jack nods, trying to match Cas' serious face to the point where Dean had to hide a laugh behind his hand.

"Alright! Why don't you and your Dad go get dressed, and then we can go to the park" Dean said ramping up the excitement for Jack's sake.

"Park? Yay!" Jack cheers from his little booster seat.

"Dean, you made breakfast, I can clean up-"

"Cas we have this argument like every day at home, go get dressed I've got it. Plus I'm already dressed, see" Dean smiles gesturing to his flannel and jeans for effect.

Cas hesitates for a moment like he always does, but then he scoops up Jack and makes his way up the stairs.

As soon as Dean's sure they're out of sight, he slumps down against the counter, putting his head in his hands. After he collects himself to the best of his ability, he shoves off and starts cleaning up from breakfast. Which serves as a great distraction until he hears footsteps on the stairs again.

Dean grips the counter he's wiping off and stares up at the ceiling.

"Get it together Winchester. You're working a case, so act like it" Dean whispers to himself

And it hits him. This is all an act, so Dean just has to act like he doesn't care, like he isn't always one step away from a breakdown whenever Cas looks at him.

A foolproof plan, what could go wrong?

So with a deep breath, he turns around like a very professional hunter who's ready to pretend to be married to his best friend, which he definitely does not care about it at all because it's all an act.

But then he sees Cas standing in a gray sweater, jeans, and a long, deep blue peacoat that Dean has definitely never seen. And he loo-

"Ready to go?" Cas asks with a smile as he bounces an excited Jack on his hip. And Dean swallows, managing a nod.

Right, Dean doesn't care. He's fine.

So he quickly grabs his new brown coat, Sam told him to get some nicer clothes so they could "blend", and they're out the door, squinting in the sunlight.

Then he feels warmth in his hand, and meets Cas' slightly worried eyes. So Dean just squeezes back, and pulls Cas along down the porch steps.

Because Dean is fine, because he doesn't care. He's just holding Cas' hand, nothing weird about that, it's for the case.

But the more they walk, the more Dean realizes that there are a lot of people outside. Walking dogs, pushing kids in strollers, jogging,

God it's 9:30am on Monday, don't these people have jobs?

Apparently not, because they're all out here, and they can all see Dean. Holding Cas' hand.

And yeah okay maybe Dean does care, a little, it's all for an act, but he-

Cas' squeezes his hand tightly, and that electricity from yesterday shoots through Dean again. He glances over at Cas, who gives him a smile, and finds himself unable to turn away.

Cas can always sense when Dean was on the verge of a freakout, it was probably the angel mojo, but that didn't mean Cas always had to hel-

"Hi! You must be the new neighbors!" A voice calls, causing Dean and Cas to stall in their tracks, ending their staring contest.

Standing in front of them on the sidewalk was a couple, probably around their ag-well Dean's age. A shorter woman with a messy bun, and a guy around Cas' height, both wearing what looked like workout clothes. How pretentious.

But they didn't look like the rest of these rich asshats, especially since their clothes weren't full of designer logos.

"Sorry we just saw you moving in yesterday, we live a few houses up from you guys" The woman continued with a smile.

"That's was us, I'm Dean Richardson, this is my husband Cas. Oh and this is Jack" Dean said putting on a fake smile and holding out a hand, trying to ignore the way husband rolled so easily off his tongue.

"Oh sorry, where are our manners! I'm Jason Davidson, and this is my wife Molly. It's great to meet you, and this little guy too" Jason said as they shook their hands, giving a little wave to Jack.

"Can you say hi baby?" Cas said bouncing Jack a little

"Hi! I'm Jack I'm gonna be two" Jack said giving his award-winning smile and earning a laugh from Molly and Jason.

"We were just out on a run, and figured you'd want to meet some friendly faces first. Ya know, before you run into the bitches of the neighborhood since you guys seemed like normal, sane people" Molly laughed, which pulled a surprised laugh from Dean and Cas.

Yeah, definitely not like the rest of the rich asshats.

"Shoot! I'm so sorry for the language, little ears. But I just got off a forty-minute phonecall with Amanda, where she-"

"What Molly is failing to subtlely ask is, have you met Amanda and Bill yet?" Jason said quickly cutting off Molly's rant.

"No, I can't say that we have? Right, sweetheart?" Cas asked, amusement hinting in his voice. And the butterfl-swirling thing definitely didn't make an appearance at how naturally Cas tacked on the term of endearment. Because It's an act and Dean definitely doesn't care.

"They practically run the entire neighborhood. Amanda is the head of neighborhood watch, and the party planning committee. And her husband Bill is her right-hand man" Molly explained, and Dean and Cas exchanged a look.

"She's been all over us since it's our turn to host the annual-" Jason starts.

"Oh speaking of, you're both invited! It's a giant barbeque at our house, the entire neighborhood is attending" Molly smiles cutting in.

"A barbeque? In November" Dean asks, playing along.

"It's actually called 'Pleasant Acres' Annual Autumn Banquet' but we call it 'Barbeque Bonfire Night', to piss off Amanda, Bill, and their groupies. You're lucky you moved in the year we got stuck hosting, or else you'd be sipping wine to Chopin in Amanda's backyard" Jason winks.

"We've got booze, burger, wings, ribs you name it! It starts tonight at five, we know you just moved in, but it would be a great way to meet the rest of the neighborhood" Molly suggests. Dean turns to Cas to see a raised eyebrow and a look that says, "yes we have to go".

Well, maybe they'll be other "normal" people like Molly and Jason. Dean's starting to like them anyway.

"Thank you for the invitation, we'll definitely be there" Cas smiles turning back to them.

"What should we brin-"Dean starts, knowing it's polite to offer.

"Nope none of that, just bring yourselves! You just moved in, we've got everything covered, just com-"Jason began only to be cut off by a ringtone.

"Great, it's Amanda. I've gotta take it our she'll keep calling. Party starts at five, our house is number 2241, can't miss it! See you tonight!" Molly shouts, and with a wave, they're both making their way down the sidewalk.

"Well, that worked out nicely. All of the neighborhood in one place" Cas chuckled beside him.

"Yeah, now we've gotta spend the night schmoozing rich douc-not nice people, for info" Dean grumbled, catching himself. Little ears after all.

Cas just huffed a laugh, and began dragging Dean down the rest of the sidewalk.

Wait was Cas holding his hand the entire time? And he didn't even notice? Dean feels the heat creep up his neck, but it's fine because Dean definitely doesn't care.

"Well, we're definitely going to have to talk to Amanda and Bill, since they're the head of neighborhood watch" Dean groans ignoring the flush rising to his cheeks.

"I know, but apparently they aren't very good at their job, since three couples were murdered under their watch. So maybe the conversation won't be long" Cas supplies, which startles a laugh out of Dean.

"And at least Molly and Jason seem nice. So maybe they have some non-not nice people, friends" Cas continues and Dean barks a laugh.

"Wow two jokes in a row, when's your standup tour start?" Dean teases.

He doesn't have to look over to know Cas is smiling. So he knocks him with his shoulder, and then pointedly ignores the lightning that runs through his veins at the touch. And thankfully he doesn't have much time to pointedly ignore anything, since they arrive at the park, and immediately steer Jack towards the smaller, toddler equipment.

Because Dean is far too focused on continuously placing Jack on the top of the tiny slide, so he can slide down in Cas' waiting arms, to care about how the sight makes his heart twist.

And he's far too focused on Jack laughing in the baby swing, to care about how looking at how happy Cas is pushing him, causes that swirling feeling to swim around his stomach.

And he far too focused on Jack in his arms, to even care about the way Cas seems to be slightly leaning into him, as they walk hand and hand back to the house.

And he'd far too focused on going over the facts of the case with Cas at the kitchen table, during Jack's nap, to even care about how Cas' hair is still wildly windblown.

And he's too focused during their phone call with Sam, to care about how Cas' is sitting across from him, cheeks still tinged pink from the wind.

And he's too focused on everything, to even care about how they're gonna have to pretend to be a loving couple tonight, in front of hundreds of people. And how he might have to even kiss Cas.

Nope, Dean definitely doesn't care at all.

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leefi · 3 years

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I want to talk about YJH for a second, specifically regarding where he's been positioned in the story and how things have been playing out through his POV (Spoilers up to chapter 120).

Most characters have benefitted tremendously from having Kim Dokja around to influence the direction of the story - Jung Heewon (who I believe was originally a nameless character) has blossomed into one of the strongest incarnations so far and Lee Jihye is stated to be far more powerful than she was in the original third regression.

And while virtually everyone benefits from KDJ's presence, we saw YJH's mental state actually rapidly deteriorating after KDJ's arrival, all the way up to the cinema master fight. It was stated several times in the story that "he shouldn't be this cruel at this point, it's only his third regression, he's acting extremely out of the norm"...and while I can't know for sure, I wonder how much of that is due to him having to share the spotlight with KDJ. He has been very quickly relegated from the role of protagonist to deuteragonist, and is no longer the primary dictator of how this world moves.

Then again...he never actually was. His author was before. And even in-universe, most of his actions and decisions have been heavily influenced - if not outright dictated - by the constellations watching his suffering for their own entertainment. It's so...strange. It's such a strange position that he's in. He's the protagonist, he's the most powerful person on the field, but he's had arguably the least amount of agency over his own actions than anyone else in the story. The vast majority of things he is going to end up doing that Kim Dokja knows about simply haven't happened yet. We are where the story begins. Depending on when this reality truly began, YJH as an autonomous person was really only born a month and a half ago, and that's strange. I'm trying to put myself in his shoes, and it's hard, because he knows so little about the current situation; and I know so little about his previous two regressions (*throttles Kim Dokja for no particular reason*). So really all I can do is speculate...

Speaking of, isn't it strange that YJH's sponsor has never even tried communicating with KDJ at all? That we have no idea who his sponsor even *is* (and that KDJ doesn't raise any questions about it)? Of course my working theory is that KDJ *is* his sponsor...I have no idea how we get there, but I have no doubt that he is. Maybe the Fourth Wall skill is sponsor!KDJ's way of protecting human!KDJ.

One last thing about Jonghyuk is something that I wonder if KDJ will be capable of stopping. When we first met him, the first thing Dokja states is that he will be the man to kickstart the tragedy that changes this world. That. Is...future tense. Something very bad concerning YJH will happen that we haven't seen yet. Does it occur at the end of this third regression? Somewhere before? We're actually nearing the end of when his third regression would be normally...IIRC they mentioned earlier that he dies due to Yoosung (not during the fight, but due to her actions in some way). But what is this action he takes that turns the world upside down? Every time Kim Dokja saves somebody that YJH loves...is that him trying to guide him away from that possibility? Shit, KDJ, what are you gonna do if you end up needing to save yourself?

Ultimately I feel I may be denying YJH too much agency in how I'm thinking about him right now but as it stands I honestly can't help it. By his third regression he's already a psychopath, we don't hear his voice that often, he works mostly off screen, and when he is around he's laser-focused on what needs doing. But essentially what I'm trying to say here is just how strange of a position he's in right now. Hearing other characters comment on him now is what reminds me that he's meant to be the main character. "As expected of a protagonist". Who?? What?? How?? What factor makes him the protagonist now? The fact that the universe lives and dies with him? All that makes him is a hostage.

The universe living and dying with him...Kim Dokja?

That's why KDJ's influence has been so monumental. YJH resisted his presence at first - a lot - and the majority of his actions and decisions have been reprehensible thus far. But Dokja's actions were the first to teach him that he didn't need to keep going the way that he was. There is another way out - he just has to find it.

We've been watching "real people" transform into "characters" as the story has progressed beyond where they finished. I think that the opposite is happening for Yoo Jonghyuk. The more that KDJ pulls us away from the original story and he's forced to react and make his own decisions off of such, the more agency the "character" YJH is going to gain as a person.

#ayah reads orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv23 #orv24 #yoo jonghyuk #woof

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Californian Dream (Pt. 01 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.8 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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Lemonade

Ignoring the meaningless chattering, you drink what's left of your water, then put the glass against your neck, hoping the cold will help with the hot weather. Summers in California are always this hot, and since you're under the sun, it doesn't help. Some of your friends, or better saying, the family friends, the people you grew up with, are here again, using your pool as if it was some kind of club they can attend. Standing on this badly shaped circle, you pretend to listen as Ryan goes on about some mansion he helped his father sell this weekend. He's excited, gesticulating a lot, and the others seem to be quite interested too. But not you. Honestly, you couldn't care less.

Through the corner of your eye, you see someone moving on the other side of the huge pool, behind some trees. Turning your head to see it better, you easily recognize the new pool guy, Billy Hargrove. He's been working here for only a couple of months, coming a few times a week to clean the pool or to fix something. You always pay attention to the staff, because nobody else does. You like to know them since they're working at your house after all, and that made you befriend a lot of them throughout the years. But Billy? You haven't even crossed paths with him yet. On purpose.

Billy is by far the most handsome guy you ever met, and you just don't think you can say anything to his face. He probably thinks you're one of the silly, rich chicks he meets on his job, and for some reason, it bothers you.

“(Y/N).” Ryan snaps his fingers on your face, dragging you out of your thoughts. “Are you in there? Aren't you listening?”

“Yup. Sorry, I tuned out for a minute.” Politely, you apologize. “What were you saying?”

“The gala. Who are you going with?”

“Uhm... Not sure yet.” Playing with the empty glass, you move your weight from one leg to the other. “I don't have any good options.”

“What?” Gisele exclaims, giggling. “Robert wants to go with you. Daniel would easily ditch his date for you. And Michael–”

“Don't wanna go with neither of them.” Cutting her off, you decide to just say it. Robert is the most hateful person you ever met. Daniel has been chasing after you for years, it doesn't matter how hard you try to make him understand you don't like him, and every girl he dates, he does it to try and make you jealous. And Michael is a manipulative jerk. All three members of the most prestigious families of California, and desired bachelors. And yet, you can't stand them.

“Who are you going with then? The pool guy?” Gisele gestures at something across the pool, and you know at who.

“Maybe. I bet he's way better than Michael, Daniel, or Robert.” This makes all the five of them laugh, in a very mocking tone. But you mean it. “I might go by myself. Who cares?”

“Are you crazy? Your parents will care, and people will talk, you know that.” Ryan rolls his eyes, lightly slapping his friend's arm. “C'mon, Antony, let's find (Y/N) a fourth option.” The two guys smirk and walk away, and you don't even bother to ask what they're up to. You don't care.

“For real now, (Y/N),” Alice says, running her fingers through her hair. “Gisele is right. The three guys are so into you, and Robert...” She chuckles, exchanging a glance with Gisele. “He's hot. He's... So damn hot.”

“Why don't you go with him then?” You ask her, taking a deep breath and already thinking of an excuse to get away from this conversation and back into the secrecy of your bedroom.

“Because I'm dating.” She answers as if it was the most obvious thing. As if she didn't have a different boyfriend every month. “James Whayland. The one and only, heir to the Whayland fortune? Do you happen to know him?” A rhetoric question, of course. Everyone knows who the Whayland are. “I'm so gonna marry him.”

“You must,” Gisele adds. “You'd be like, stupidly rich.”

And they go on with that, a conversation you don't even try to follow. A lot of girls do that, getting married to join the fortunes and shove more money into their pockets. Your mother herself did it, and she tries to push you into doing the same, pointing out the richest bachelors of California. But you'd never do that. You rather never get married than getting married without love. It's so obvious, yet, if you bring that up, it always becomes an argument. ‘Love comes with time’, she says. ‘Once you're provided financial stability, you'll learn to love the provider.’ None of that sounds appealing to you. You're hoping to fall in love one day. It hasn't happened yet, but you'll patiently wait.

“Hey, Earth to (Y/N).” Ryan raises his voice, and, a little annoyed, you look up at him.

“What?”

“You're welcome.” He says with a wicked smile.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you tilt your head to the side. “For what, Ryan?”

“For getting you the best date ever for the gala, sweetie.” He and Antony laugh, and soon enough the others follow. “The pool guy is taking you to a high society party. How amazing is that?”

It takes a while for you to even process what he's saying, but his mean tone makes you angry. He thinks he's superior to anyone who doesn't have a collection of fancy cars in their garage. “First of all, Ryan, the pool guy has a name, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. You're always close to the staff.” He emphasizes the last word, making a disgusted face.

“Second...” What? Second what? You know you can't go with Billy. That would get people talking. But then, the other options make you sick to even consider them. And honestly, you couldn't care less about what people say. It'll probably get you a hell of a lecture from your parents, a few weeks of gossips and mean comments, but that's it. Soon enough someone else will become the hottest topic. “You know what, forget it.” Putting the empty glass on the table, you walk away, ignoring how they call you, telling you not to be silly.

Maybe the guys are joking. Maybe they're just pulling a prank on you, but there's no problem with finding that out. Walking around the pool and into the garden, you walk around the supply closet, following the low noise of something being put into the metal shelves. The supply closet is open, so you patiently wait on the outside, barefoot on the grass as you move to stand to bellow a tree. Bouncing your leg, you look around, breathing deeply and trying to understand why the hell you decided to face Billy now. He's the only guy who works here you're making sure not to have any contact with.

“Good afternoon.” The voice startles you, and you immediately turn to face him. Billy is closing the closet door shut, eyes focused on you. And yes, he's far more gorgeous from up close. “May I help you, Miss–”

“(Y/N).” You cut him off, cursing yourself for doing so. “You may call me (Y/N).”

He simply nods, walking closer and stopping on a shadow spot too. “Do you need anything from me?”

“Uhm...” For a moment, you gotta think a little to remember what brought you here. “I just wanted to ask if maybe some two jerks came to talk to you... About a party... And... Taking a girl to this party...” Playing with your fingers, you wonder if he already thinks you're a total idiot.

“Yes. They said you needed a date for some gala.” Billy crosses his arms, not looking away from you. “If you need it, I can take you.”

Oh. Would he really do that? “Uhm... Look, Ryan and Antony meant it as a joke.” You gotta be honest, even if it means he'll give up the idea. “I mean, not for me, they're just... They're jerks. And they...” Holy crap. You have to get your shit together. “They thought it would be funny to make you think you could take me to this gala.” Taking a deep breath, you push the words out. “But... I would like it if you could because all my options suck. It's either Michael or Robert or Daniel, and you probably know they're all fighting for the award of the worst person on the face of Earth.”

“It might be really hard to make this decision. Might as well split the award in three.” He speaks up and you giggle. The staff don't usually speak like that about the families they work for. But Billy doesn't seem to care and you like that.

“Yeah. So... I know people will gossip about it but I'd be forever grateful if you could do me this kindness.” You're blushing now, biting your lip. “Because I know it's not your job or anything but I could pay you if you want.”

“There's no need.” Billy shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. “It's a party, right? It will be fun.”

“Oh... About that...” Calling such events ‘parties’ is a misunderstanding. Almost a crime. “These things... Suck. It's super dull, full of rich people donating, trying to donate more them someone else just so they'll show off how rich they really are... You'll absolutely hate it. I do.” Gesturing at yourself, you give him an apologetic look. “I'd owe you for life if you help me get through it without having to put up with any of those assholes.”

Billy nods, looking down before his eyes meet yours again. “I believe I'll have to wear one of those suits right?”

“Well, I'll be in some uncomfortable dress, so we'll both be unhappy about our clothes.” Your mind goes to the lilac dress your mother made you buy, extremely expensive.

“Alright then. It's on Sunday, right?” You nod. “Should I pick you up?”

“Yes. At seven.” He gives a small nod before gesturing at the garden. “I gotta go now.”

“Sure...” Billy waves before walking away, and you stand there, wondering if you should go back to your so-called friends. You're sure Ryan will have that stupid smile on, eager to know what you and Billy have spoken about. And you won't tell anything, but you also don't want to deal with that shit right now, or else you might tell right to their faces how much of a jerk they are. So you decide to follow Billy through the garden, easily finding him by a particular big tree. He's opening a leaf tarp on a clean space on the grass before taking a fan rake. “This tree is dying.” You say, getting his attention. Billy turns around, furrowing his eyebrows. “That's why there are so many fallen leaves. See how some of them seem healthy, normal green leaves? It only happens when the tree is dying.”

“Then you should have someone cut it down before someone gets hurt.” He says, looking a little confused. “Shouldn't you go back to your friends?”

“Yeah, I probably should.” You're tired of all the things you should do, so for today, you won't do them. As silly as it may be. “Do you need some help?” You ask, stepping forward a little.

“No, I'm alright.” It sounds like a question, and you blush from the way he stares at you, for several seconds, before focusing on his task, raking the leaves to the tarp.

“Ok.” Whispering, you move to sit on a wooden table, one of the many you have scattered around the property. You try not to look at Billy too much, noticing how weird it feels to do this. You barely know the guy, he'll be your date for a gala, and now you're awkwardly seated here, watching as he works. Well, it is better than whatever your friends must be talking about now. “So... What exactly do you work with?” You ask, hoping to get any kind of conversation going. “I thought you just took care of the pool.”

“I work for a company. BJ's Associates.” Billy starts, and you take this chance to look at him. Despite the distance, you can see the sweat glistening on his forehead. “They send me to any place I'm needed. Some of them are scheduled weekly, others are random. And–” He makes a pause suddenly, giving you a look. “Are you bored yet?”

“No.” Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle. “I actually wanna know.”

He turns his head to look at the pool, which is a little distant now. Maybe he thinks this is some kind of move, and you wouldn't blame him, judging by the way the guys probably came to talk to him. “That's it. I clean pools, fix cars, might paint walls or something, clean gardens... The list goes on.”

“You know how to fix a car?” Raising an eyebrow, you move to seat on the table, placing both your feet on the wooden bench. “My car is making this weird noise and I'm sure it's not some normal noise.”

“How does it sounds like?”

“Like a clunking, I think... every time I hit the breaks, even when it's softly.”

“It could be some damage to the brake caliper.” He's quick to answer, and you raise your eyebrows, impressed. “Or it's badly mounted.”

“Damn, you're good.” You exclaim, giggling at his funny face.

“I just–”

“(Y/N)!” Amelia's voice reaches you, and Billy stops talking, resuming his job. “I've been looking for you.” The old lady, with her gray hair tied up on a perfect, sophisticated bun, comes to the table you're at, a tray with a jar and six glasses on her hands.

“I've been here chatting with Billy.” You tell as she lays the tray down. “And no, I won't go back to the pool.”

“They're talking about James Whayland.” She starts, rolling her eyes. Amelia is the only one in this house, well, the only one you know who understands you. “Alice Martin was talking about marrying him...?”

“Yup.” A stronger wind messes with your hair, so you use a hand to keep it away from your face. “Something about joining their fortunes and being the king and queen of California. Some shit like that.”

“Poor Alice.” Amelia breathes out, taking a glass and pouring some lemonade on it before handing it over to you. “That Whayland kid is not the nicest guy on Earth.”

“Poor James!” You giggle, putting your glass down and serving her some lemonade too. She doesn't like when you do that, since she's here to serve you. Amelia, the woman who raised you is here for nothing else than to serve you. So unbelievable it almost makes you laugh. “Alice isn't nice either. She can be very manipulative to get what she wants.”

“Don't I know?” She mutters. “Well, I must go. Serve this to your friends.”

“No, no, no. Take your glass and leave the rest. If someone complains tell them I'll drink the whole jar.” Taking the tray from her hands, you place it down on the table again.

“Alright, Miss–”

“(Y/N). Honey. Bunny. Anything, but not this formal stuff, ok?” You correct her, and Amelia gives you a bright smile.

“Alright, (Y/N).” She repeats before turning around and walking away, cordially greeting Billy.

Taking a sip from your glass, you smile to notice Amelia's lemonade is as good as always. A little too sour for your parents taste, but you like it better this way. Your attention goes back to Billy, still dealing with the fallen leaves, despite being almost done. If you ask, he might say no, so you just pour another glass before jumping to the ground, making your way over him. “Here.” Raising your voice, you get his attention. And once again he has this confused expression on his face when he sees the glass. “Lemonade. It's hella hot out here and this might help.”

“Thanks.” Squinting his eyes a little, he takes the glass from your hand, taking long sips, drinking almost everything.

“Sorry if it's a little too sour. I don't like much sugar on it and Amelia knows so...” When he's done, he gives you back the glass. “Why are you looking at me like that? I swear I'm not a ghost.”

“That's not it. I'm just not used to being treated like that by the owners.” Billy's voice gets a little darker, and he pronounces the last word with certain anger. But you can imagine exactly why. Most of the people you know aren't very fond of their employees. They're just the people they pay off to do what they can't do by themselves.

“I know how some of the families can be mean.” Drumming your fingers on the empty glass, you stand there, staring at Billy, just now noticing the deep, beautiful shade of blue from his eyes. Involuntary, you breathe out, smiling.

“What?”

“Nothing!” You burst out, clearing your throat and finding your legs again, making the way back at the table. “I–”

“(Y/N)!” A shout startles you, and when you turn at the source of the voice, you see it's Gisele. “Get back here! You won't guess who just got here.”

“If it isn't Michael Jackson ready to perform Beat It, I'll be disappointed.” You mutter, only loud enough for Billy to hear it as you walk back to the pool.

“Call me if it's him,” Billy says and you giggle, giving him one last look.

It's not Michael. Well, it is, but not Jackson, just Michael Rothford. He stands by the pool, where everyone gathers around him. Trying not to look pissed, you move closer, offering a polite, fake smile. “Good afternoon, Mike. How have you been?”

“I'm way better now.” He answers, and you try to ignore how everyone moves a little, giving you more space to move closer to Michael. He takes your hand, giving it a shake, and awkwardly squeezing it softly. “I'm here to ask, once again, for you to let me take you to Sunday's gala.”

The two idiots, Antony and Ryan start giggling, and you know exactly why. “Sorry, Mike, I can't.” Pulling your hand away, you cross your arms. “I already have someone, so...” Thank God you have the perfect excuse, and it's not even a lie. You're so damn relieved you won't be forced to attend to such a boring event with someone like Michael.

“Who?” He snaps, suddenly pissed. “Daniel is going with that Angela chick. Robert, you can't stand. Andrew isn't in the country, Willian–”

“You don't know him, alright?” Cutting him off, you sigh.

“Oh, shit,” Ryan mutters, and you give him a look. He has a hand covering his mouth, trying to control a laugh. “You're really going to the gala with the pool guy.” Antony burst into laughter, and the others try to control themselves not to.

“You rather go with the staff than with me?” Michael sounds offended as if he was punched in the face. “Are you kidding me, (Y/N)?”

Quickly, you try to think of something to say. You can't say the truth, that he's a hateful human being you can't stand being next to. But nothing comes to your mind. “No, I'm not. I... Actually wanna go with Billy.”

“Honestly, (Y/N), screw you.” He barks, and before you can answer, he grabs both your shoulders and pushes you straight into the water.

Everything happens way too fast for you to process, so there was no way you could tell him you absolutely can't swim. So the moment you hit the water, you just sink, your body moving to the bottom, way too far from the surface. You do try moving your legs a bit, uselessly. But you're suddenly pulled, strong arms moving you through the water until you finally reach the surface, gasping for air. Breathing fast, the terror finally starts kicking in, and you push yourself up, stumbling a little, ignoring all the hands that offer help. Once you're out of the water, seated on the edge, you finally see who saved you, Billy, also pushing himself up, only with a lot more grace than you. You exchange a glance, and his hand is the one you take, pulling yourself back to your feet.

“You can't swim?” You hear Michael's voice, a curse caught in your throat. “I never met a Californian who can't swim.”

Not minding the small crowd around, you make you walk to Michael, losing no time before slapping him right on the face, the loud noise of your wet hand colliding to his cheek startling some of your friends. “Asshole!” You yell before storming away, embarrassed, still struggling to catch your breath, feeling cold thanks to your soaked clothes.

“Hey.” Someone calls, but you ignore them, walking fast into the house. “(Y/N).” Your arm being grabbed makes you stop walking and turn around, ready to make hell rain on whoever it is, but your fury melts away when you see Billy. “Are you ok?”

Taking a deep breath, you relax a little, nodding. “Yeah, I just... Got scared.” He lets go of your arm, but you don't step away, looking into his blue, calming eyes. “Thank you, though. You saved my life.”

“Can't believe he threw you at the water like that.”

“See why I need you to take me to that stupid party?” Crossing your arms, you pace around. “I can't even begin to imagine how it'd be to spend the night with that prick.” Looking down, you notice how you and Billy are dripping, soaking the white floor. “I gotta go change, and you should... I don't know. At least you got to enjoy the pool for a while.”

“I'd rather enjoy it when you're not drowning.”

“Yeah, that would be better.” Shyly smiling, you give a step backwards. “I gotta go... But thanks again.” Stopping in your tracks, you decide to be just a little brave. Stepping closer, you tiptoe to place a quick kiss on Billy's cheek, before turning around and rushing upstairs to your bedroom.

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