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zawasdarkcirclez · 3 years

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How Bakusquad Asks You to Prom

Mina Ashido:

-Mina’s definitely got something really pretty planned

-She’s most likely a little dressed up with a cute little dress on

-This is all taking place in the common area

-Everybody besides you knew what was happening and were hiding in the corners of the room and against the wall

-Aizawa was even there claiming that he felt most comfortable if there was a teacher and adult present with all of these candles burning Mina, Denki, and Sero filled him in one day when he was trying to grade papers

-In reality though, he just wanted to be there to see how it would play out after hearing all the talk about it

-Y’all do be his kids after all

-You keep getting texts from Mina and everyone telling you Aizawa is calling everybody to the commons right now and that you’re late as hell

-You’re out of breath running to the room and realize you don’t see the lights on from where you stand

- Walking in however, you’re greeted with soft jazz music

-Mina standing in the middle of the room with a bouquet of flowers

-In front of her on the floor are candles spelling out “Prom?”

-Not gonna lie she’s a little nervous

-Fingers fiddling for sure

“HEY-uh Y/n.. PROM??“

-You said yes no doubt. Sorry I don’t make the rules

-You were literally stunned, she looked amazing, everything looked so cute, the effort was there. CONGRATULATIONS you won

-Everybody of course had to then hop out from the darkness of the room cheering and recording as you and Mina hug

-Queue Denki + Sero dapping each other up

-Midoriya tearing up

-Mineta full on crying because Mina is now taken

-Todoroki still standing by the wall 🧍‍♂️

-You and Mina definetly had some of the best prom fits

Katsuki Bakugo:

-You were already dating Katsuki, leading him to believe you were well aware that you were going to prom with him

-So when he overheard Momo ask you about plans for prom and you responded saying

-”Oh, prom? ...I’m not really sure I’m doing all that.”

-He was STOMP.ING over and Momo was tiptoeing away not wanting to get caught in another one of his outbursts

-”What the hell do you mean you’re not doing that?!”

-”You don’t want to go with me or what?!”

-”Did I do something? If I made you upset, you should have said something, Dumbass!!”

-”Actually, you know what, I don’t care! You’re going.”

-”With me!”

-You rolled your eyes jokingly

-”Well that sure is one way to ask.” you chuckled and patted his side walking away to go back to your desk

-You were not complaining by any means, but with the intensity of Katsuki’s ability to read behind your words, he knew he was picking up on something else

-Thinking back, he did notice the little way your eyes would glow as your friends were getting asked left and right

-Even when Bakugo mumbles beside you about “Why the hell’s he doing all this like she’s not already his girlfriend.”

-You’ve seen posters, candies, gifts etc.

-But all you truly wanted was for Bakugo to possibly let down a wall of his and utter the same words to you

-But you would never ever push him to do it, in fear of overstepping a boundary

-This in mind though, and with Bakugo being as invested and in love with you as he is, and not willing to admit, he plans something little so you can have a little moment to blab to your friends about too or whatever 🙄

-He’ll be damned if its in public though

-For sure expect to be woken up late at night, leaving you surprised considering yk his bedtime and all

-He’s shaking your shoulder and grumbling to you to “Wake your ass up, or I’ll leave.”

-You turn seeing Bakugo with a candle he over burnt a little bit with his quirk, your favorite snack, a teddy bear, and a little jewelry box

-“Will you uhh..” his eyes dart away from you and he hears you giggle

-”Shut up!! ... ”

-”Will you go to prom with me, Y/n?” he asks shoving the snacks and bear a little in your direction

-”Of course Katsu.”

-He smirked, opening the jewelry box

-”And you make sure to wear this little beauty around that neck of yours at this damn dance, okay?”

Denki Kaminari:

-I’m sorry but you completely spoiled Denki’s surprise

-Well it was a team effort

-He had already accidentally said too much one day without realizing so you knew he most definitely had “Something exciting to ask you”

-But bbbbruh

-The panic everyone screamed in when you randomly walked into Denki’s room while him and the rest of the Bakusquad decorated

-He jumped off the little ladder he was standing on in the corner and turned you around by your shoulders ushering you out

-”ahHa ha...”

-It’s silent for a couple second while you both plan what to say now

Simultaneously:

-“Denki I am SOOO sorry“

and

-”A little earlier than planned”

-Everyone has an ear pressed against the door at this point to listen

-”Well..surprise! I’ll tell you what though,”

-His hands reached for yours

-”I’m a liiittle busy right now.. You know what for, but let’s pretend you don’t.”

-He turns speed walking and dragging you with him

-”So you go relax for a little bit, do some studying or something. Put on one of your cute little outfits, and I’ll be by later to come get you because you’ve got a hot date in my room say around..8:30?”

-You nod, catching your breath and realized he has delivered you all the way back to your own dorm

-Before you could turn and ask any other questions, that boy is booking it around the corner to get back to his room

-Upon walking in he is greeted with bunches of “what happened?”s from his friends and a slap to the back of his head from Bakugo

-Yes they somehow got Bakugo to help

-”Guys! Guys! We’re good, why did nobody keep decorating? Come on people we have until 8:25 and then you all have got to go!”

-Fast forward to 8:30, he’s opening the door for you and guiding you inside with a hand on your back

-He’s cheesing like a fool I promise you

-Sure you already saw part of it but not nearly the end result

-”So, will you go to prom with me?”

-”Uhm, YES!”

-Y’all can hear Sero and Kiri hooting and cheering from Bakugo’s room across the hall followed by a

-”Shut up or get out you idiots!!”

-You and Denki definitely won the top spots in the Prom Court

Eijiro Kirishima:

-Kiri definitely has a little cliche possibly cringe idea he saw online

-But it’s still cute as hell because I mean hello it’s Kirishima

-All his friends were struggling planning things while he was sitting there CHILLEN

-Denki turned like “Uhhh..Bro, you all set or something? You’re looking mighty not-busy over here.”

-”Yeah man. This was eeasyy. I found exactly what I wanted to do. They’ll love it.”

-By this point everyone had been listening, and then he was bombarded with several voices asking for ideas and inspiration from him

-All voices went silent though when he whipped out his phone to show them

-”Dude.”

-”You’re joking.”

-”Tch. Dumbass..”

-He’s not even a little worried about their reactions

-If there’s one thing he knows it’s YOU

-And YOU love anything Kirishima does

-Let’s not lie we’re all whipped

-And y’all are just some chill ass individuals and cornballs with the same humor

-He spends the entire evening that day drawing out his sign and gathering things he needs and whatnot

-When you walk into class greeted with some yummy food and cheesy saying on your desk, you smirked knowing it was the one and only

-”Surprisee!” he would sing wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your cheek

-”Pretty manly, huh?”

-When the rest of the class sees how it actually turned out in comparison to the picture he showed, they kinda regretted trying to get on him

-Especially since you were right in front of them enjoying it

-Shit was kinda sweet

-Ya know, seeing y’all be all perfect for each other and all

-”Ah, you’re so cute. It’s great!” your face was lighting up as you plopped down in your seat

-The rest of class everyone was still stressing between lessons about their own prom situations

-And cutting their eyes at you and Kiri

-The two of you are now sitting side by side, his arm around you shoulders and both of your mouths full of sushi

-Prom is literally a dream with this man

-I feel like he would dress with the most casually classy look

-Velcro shoes acquired 😎

-Y’all are so in love you don’t even realize how visible it is

-The whole night is you two soo lost in each other uhghh

Hanta Sero:

-Sero is cool as fuck

-I just had to say that first sorreh

-He’d definitely do something real low-key and cute

-It’s not anything public or in front of everybody and their mother

-The two of you hang out by yourselves and have little ~dates~ and what not kind of often

-So him knocking at your dorm door telling you to get ready to go in 30 minutes was nothing suspicious

-After a light walk from campus y’all reached a point where he told you to close your eyes and let him guide you

-Considers covering your eyes with his tape but doesn't want to end up literally yanking off your eyebrows when he takes it off

-You settle for one hand over your eyes, and one hand in his

-Sero almost knocks you into stuff on purpose and you know it

-But eventually he’s telling you to open your eyes and

- 🥲

-A literal gasp

-”Ohh my gosh! Sero!? What is this!?”

-You’re literally bouncin up and down

-A whole little picnic has been set up in the middle of some random park by the school just for the two of you

-He’s just smiling and rubbing at the back of his neck

-He’s cool, but he can’t lie, especially when it comes to you, he’s a liiittle bit of a uhh wreck?

-Just hides it like an expert

-”Have a seat”

-He’ll take your hand as you sit to help you wibudfverkfcj;e

-Y’all are snacking and chatting, snacking and chatting

-Everything is literally perfect with him, genuinely so nice to be around

-Around when the sun is almost getting ready to set and the two of you are thinking about heading back to the dorms he stops you for a second

-”Uhm, Y/n. I’m just gonna cut straight to it.”

-”You wanna go to prom with me?”

-He’s looking straight into your soul I swear

-You tell him you’d love too and boooy oh boy the weight off this man’s shoulders

-Everyone wonders what went down when the two of you walk back into the building hand in hand and giggling and smiling with each other

-Of course the two of you nonchalantly fill them in when they ask, but the best details stayed between the two of you

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detectivejigsawpines · 4 years

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Relatively Relativity-part 4 (The chapter that begins and ends with slumber)

By the time the mini-grunkles’ newfound manic energy wore off, it was almost evening; they slowly staggered back to the front porch, covered in dirt and grass stains, and neither one seeming really capable of staying on his feet for much longer.

“Well...that was fun…” Ford mumbled as he pulled himself up the first step, “...gotta get back to work now…”

“Work?” Stan blinked a little bewilderedly. “Whatsis...work...y’speak of?”

He nearly pitched forward and smashed his nose before Dipper hurriedly caught him. Mabel did the same for Ford; he was asleep before his feet were even off the ground.

“Wow,” Dipper muttered as they carried them inside, “do you think we’re this heavy when we’re our normal size?”

“Who’re ya callin’ fat?” Stan grumbled at him before yawning, and letting his eyes droop shut.

Dipper looked at the sleeping boys thoughtfully. “...I guess we gotta put them to bed?”

Mabel smiled. “I know just the place.” She went over to Grunkle Stan’s big yellow armchair and set Ford down into it, before tugging off his shoes and his jacket for him. He stirred a little at her fussing, but not enough to actually wake up, just snuggling into the thick padding.

Dipper shrugged, and put Stan on the other side, helping him out of his own coat and shoes. However, instead of leaning back Stan ended up flopping over, so his head and part of his shoulder landed in Ford’s lap.

“Oops.”

Dipper reached out to straighten him, but Mabel grabbed his arm.

“Don’t you dare move them.” Her eyes were wide with delight at being in such high levels of cuteness proximity, and her phone was back out.

With a roll of his eyes Dipper went to hang up their coats and then retrieve a blanket, which he draped around both boys. Then, in the interest of his family’s self-preservation, he went into the kitchen and poured the rest of the Mabel Juice down the sink, before cleaning up the remains of their lunch.

****

By the time he came back Mabel had probably overshot her phone��s storage capacity with the amount of photos she’d taken, and he was forced to drag her away so the boys could sleep undisturbed.

“...So, what do we do now?” Mabel asked as they left the room. “Do you wanna play cards? I’m pretty sure old people usually play cards while kids are sleeping. Or backgammon! I’ve always wanted to learn how to play backgammon!”

Dipper didn’t answer; he’d paused midstep, his eyes trained on the full-length mirror which Stan (technically Soos, now) kept down here for some reason.

It was the first time he’d really gotten the chance to see what he looked like in his old body; he was mesmerized. He moved his hand, watching his reflection’s hand move with it, trying to convince himself that this really was his body now.

He hadn’t expected to be so...big. He’d been startled seeing just his old wrinkly hands, but seeing all of him at once, with his head about three feet higher up than normal and the torso filled out so he actually had shoulders now, was even more of a shock. Dipper guessed he should count himself lucky that his clothes had grown along with him; he was not in a hurry to see himself naked in addition to being old (ugh, please try to erase that thought, mind).

He didn’t have the imposing posture Ford did, or the amount of muscles either of his grunkles had; but that was probably a given since he hadn’t gone through the same stuff as them.

Gingerly Dipper pulled off his hat, and got a good look at his thick gray hair. It was only mildly comforting to see that he had a lighter stripe like Ford, so maybe it made him look kind of distinguished.

“...At least there’s no bald spots,” Mabel pointed out, ever the optimist. She’d been staring at herself too, squeezing her face in an attempt to smooth out some of the wrinkles. “And look-my braces are gone!” She pulled back her lips so he could see her (slightly stained, but indeed braces-free) teeth.

Dipper managed a smile. “Yeah, looks like you won’t be a metal mouth forever.”

“Hey!” Mabel swatted his arm; they both laughed.

“I dunno if I like being all gray, though,” she admitted after a minute. “Maybe I should dye it. Like put in some pink or blue highlights or something. What do you think?”

“...I think you’d look like one of those horrifying bingo hall grandma stereotypes.”

Mabel blew a raspberry at him. “You have no appreciation for art!”

They both nearly jumped out of their skin when Soos’s voice asked from behind them, “So what’s the plan, dudes?”

In all the chaos of watching their mini-grunkles dealing with the effects of Mabel Juice, they’d forgotten about the former handyman-now-boss. And, they realized as they turned around, they’d forgotten about his girlfriend and his grandmother, who were also living here now.

Soos gave the twins an apologetic smile. “I got Melody and Abuelita caught up on current events so they wouldn’t be shocked when they saw you guys.” He leaned in and whispered in as conspiratorial a voice as he was capable of, “They’ve both taken like a million pictures of the little Mr. Pineses.”

“Join the club, ladies!” Mabel beamed. “I’m gonna need to import all of mine into a computer or something to clear up some space!”

Melody giggled. “I know, right? They look so precious right now, it’s hard to stop!”

“Yeah, I’m totally including a chapter about this in my fanfiction.” Soos grinned. Then he composed himself. “Seriously though-what’s the plan for getting you dudes back to normal?”

Dipper sighed. “Well, tomorrow we’re gonna go see if we can find more of those flowers so Grunkle Ford can study them better. Maybe get some still-active pollen samples or something.”

“Sounds good, sounds good.” Soos nodded sagely.

“Maybe you oughta wear gas masks or hazmat suits or something so you don’t get affected by them again,” Melody pointed out.

“Ooh, good point. I’ll remind Grunkle Ford about that when he wakes up.”

“Anything we can do to help?” Abuelita asked.

Dipper smiled at her. “For now, we probably just need you guys to keep the Shack running like normal. But if we need anything, we’ll let you know.”

“You got it, dudes.”

****

Luckily Soos was able to lend Dipper some of his pajamas (which were super baggy on him even now, but better than sleeping in his clothes), and Mabel got one of Abuelita’s spare nightgowns, so they both had something to sleep in.

Soos had had the option of turning Stan’s room into his own, since he was Mr. Mystery now, but he hadn’t felt worthy of the honor, so he mostly still slept in the break room, using a new couch that folded out into a bed. Melody slept in the room that used to hold all the cursed wax figures, and Abuelita had cleaned out another storage room for herself, so the kids were still sleeping in the attic. Soos promised that they or their mini-grunkles could come wake him up if they needed anything, and the little groups said goodnight to each other before heading to their respective rooms.

Waddles, who apparently had been sleeping on Mabel’s bed all day, was a little startled when he first laid eyes on them, and didn’t seem to recognize his master at first. But after a minute of sniffing at her hands and skirt, he seemed to realize that she was still herself, and just accepted that she looked a little weird now. As she got into bed he happily climbed up and snuggled against the crook of her arm, grunting contentedly.

“Goodnight, Dipper!” she called to her brother.

“Night, Mabel.” He was in the process of writing the day’s events in his journal next to his drawing of the flower, and didn’t bother looking up.

“Don’t stay up all night; you’re a senior citizen now, so you need your beauty sleep.”

“Whatever.”

Truth be told, part of Dipper wasn’t sure if he’d be capable of falling asleep-and not just because his joints kept making funny creaky noises every time he moved. Too many thoughts kept running around in his brain, worrying about how they were going to fix this, what if they couldn’t, were they going to have to raise their mini-grunkles from now on, what were their parents going to think about all this, what if what if what if...

But when he finished his entry in his journal and turned out the light, he lay back and closed his eyes-

-and the next time he opened them, it was to morning light filtering in through the window.

********

Attaboy, Dipper. Get some sleep so you’ll stop worrying so much.

#gravity falls #soos ramirez #stan pines #ford pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #melody gravity falls #soos's abuelita #relatively relativity #sleepy boys #sleepy everyone #waddles

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authoressskr · 6 years

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Characters: Supernatural!Reader, Gabriel, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Annie (Female Demon), 5 Nameless Unintelligent Demon Dudes :: Warnings: NSFW (Just A Smidge), Language, Sarcasm :: Word Count: 2535

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With a silent raise of your eyebrow, you glower at the four men tied up below you before sighing.

Demons. You scoff mentally. But they aren’t totally stupid. Prepared for Gabriel after all.

A small sigh escapes, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. Fuck. Seven demons re-enter the room, spreading out to cover all exits in twos.

The designated demon douche leader steps forward, waving an angel blade at Dean as he began his meaningless rant.

“Monologuing is so outdated.” You mutter, flashing down behind the demon, letting him turn around with a snarl before shoving the angel blade in your grip deep into his side and angling up, watching the flash of his eyes before he slumped to the floor. The other six move almost in sync, a step towards you as their eyes go black. “That’s cute.”

Turning, you glance back at Gabriel. “You owe me big time, you asshole.” Gabriel’s face is a controlled mix of smug and rage, eyes nearly molten gold and you can feel them boring into you even as you turn to address the encroaching demons.

“We don’t know who you are, bitch -”

“That’s the point, dumbass.” You snap out, dropping to one knee as two demons lunged, throwing off their attack as you swung your leg out in a wide sweep, knocking them to their knees before pulling a second angel blade from your jacket and shoving them into the two demons. The one closest to the warehouse’s old loading dock turned tail, prompting you to withdraw your gun and shoot the man with a roll of your eyes. “Seriously? You can’t all really be that stupid.” Another demon takes off running towards the front door, your finger squeezing the trigger to take him down as well.

Turning on your heel, you face the last two demons, two angel blades in one hand and the gun held loosely at your side. “Now, sir, madam… let’s hope you are smarter than the others.” The man nodded eagerly while the woman tried to muster up a glare. You tuck the gun into the back of your jeans, then put one blade into your inner jacket pocket, repeating the motion with the other blade in the opposite pocket.

“Okie dokie.” You turn towards the Winchesters, wrapped in chains beside the small ring of holy fire that held Gabriel and Castiel. You free the Winchesters with a wave of your hand, taking Sam’s now empty chair and dragging it forward. “Don’t move.” You advise the brothers over your shoulder, settling into the hard metal chair to stare at the demons.

“Weeeellllll, I came here for some information. Information I know your little group was privy to.” Crossing your legs and relaxing in the chair, you offer them a smile. “So, spill.” The demons exchange a look.

“We want an assurance we leave this building alive.” The female demon states, straightening her spine.

“Of course! I am nothing if not fair.”

“Your word.” She pushes.

“I give you two my word. You will leave this building alive.”

“Alright. What information do you want?”

“I’d like to know what demons are doing en masse in California and Oregon.”

“We got word from the higher-ups that there were several magical artifacts buried in the forests in and around California, Oregon, and Washington.”

“And?” You draw out, leaning forward a tad as you raise an eyebrow.

“And?” The male finally speaks up, mild confusion dancing through his eyes.

“I think it’s better if you stay quiet since you don’t seem to be the brightest bulb of this outfit, alright sweetie. Good.” You shift your gaze subtly back to the woman. “Did. You. Find. Them?”

“No.” She shakes her head, frowning. “No. The forests in Washington were too thick, and the ones in California were semi-warded, so we shifted our focus to the Oregon forests by the border of each adjoining state.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you Annie?” The demon seems startled, her eyes flashing black quickly.

“No, uh, no.”

“Coming into someone’s areas, unannounced and unwelcome, is often frowned upon, Annie.” You uncross your legs and stand. “Those forests are mine. My father gifted them to me. You uprooted my trees, broke my wards, and interfered into things that slimy little demons don’t need to stick their noses into.” You raise your hand as the man barked out, “NO!”

“You said you would let us leave alive!” Dropping your hand, you smile.

“I did. I gave my word.” Heaving a sigh, you move back towards the Winchesters and the angels. “Go on, then.” The two take off running, the Winchesters moving along beside you, staring towards where the demons had disappeared.

“What did you do that for?” Dean snaps, turning his glare onto you.

“I gave my word.” You say simply, shrugging as you break the ring of holy fire and unchain Castiel from where he was. Castiel moves to stand beside the Winchesters before you bend down and pulling a match from your pocket, reignite the ring around Gabriel.

“I hope they destroyed a shit load of your precious trees, Y/N.” He snarls from his bindings, once molten eyes now hardened.

“The forest regrows.”

“How could you let them go?!” Dean snarls again, grabbing your upper arm and turning you from where you’d been facing Gabriel towards himself.

“Don’t worry, the man is dead, and the woman is trapped. They both escaped the building safely like I told them they would. Once free of the warehouse, anything is possible.”

“What are you?” Sam questioned, peering into your eyes.

“Half-Avalonian, half-faerie,” Gabriel reveals with a too-cheery smile, knowing Dean’s hatred of faerie.

“Dammit,” Dean mutters, releasing his hold on your arm. Smoothing out the jacket before pushing your hair over your shoulder, you smile brightly at all the three men in front of you.

“You’re welcome,” Your voice echoes in the room, disappearing just seconds later, staying hidden back in your original spot upstairs.

“I say we leave him here.” Dean begins decidedly, staring at Gabriel still bound in the ring.

“Dean.” Sam chastises.

“What? He’s the one who said the demons here were up to something. Led us right into a trap. AND he obviously knows that woman.” Cas’s gaze shifts from Dean to Gabriel.

“Do we need to follow after her, Gabriel?”

“Nah.” Gabriel shifts in his bindings, raising an eyebrow as his gaze shifts subtly downward to his bonds. “Y/N keeps mostly to herself. Unless you really piss her off. She tends to actually be the most level-headed of her moronic family.” Glaring down at Gabriel at his words about your family. You don’t talk shit about his fucked-up family, now do you?

“Have you “really” pissed her off lately?” Castiel asks, air quotes nearly making you giggle.

“No.” You scoff. He’d been the one to come raid your forest a good week before the damn demons. All three freed men stare at Gabriel who, after a long pause. “Alright. I may have been the one whom the demons followed into her forest.”

“Jesus,” Sam mutters, swiping a hand over his mouth and down his chin followed by a heavy sigh. Dean and Sam exchange a look of concentration, eyes conveying a silent conversation that you found fascinating. “Okay, Gabe, you gotta tell us if she’s your enemy or not.”

“Nooo, what we need to know is if she’s going to come after us because you’re a dumbass of epic proportions.” Dean’s waving his hand as he talks, lips slightly pursed as he locks eyes with Gabriel.

“Slightly,” Gabriel says finally, with a slight purse of his own lips.

Sam and Dean exchange a look.

“Slightly isn’t an answer, Gabriel.” Castiel huffs out, eyeing the ring of fire.

“We’re slightly discordant. I wouldn’t say enemy.”

“She freed me then reignited the holy fire. And called you an asshole.” Castiel argues.

Dean scoffs, “Who wouldn’t?” Gabriel shoots him a dirty look. “Well, as far as ex’s go, she seems a lot nicer than Kali.”

“I never dated Y/N.”

“Ahh.” Sam nods, his lips turning up at Gabriel’s admission.

“I could have if I wanted,” Your eyes widen as Gabriel shrugs, a hint of a knowing smile gracing his lips. That bastard. “She’s not really my type.” Alright. That’s it.

Popping back into the ring of holy fire, you punch Gabriel directly in the throat, sending the archangel toppling backward in the old metal chair.

“As if you would be so lucky, you golden douche feathered jackass.” You snap out before disappearing completely, missing the wide smile stretched out on Gabriel’s face and the satisfied smiled on Dean’s.

:: - :: - ::

A flutter of wings draws your attention from your book, cuddled up in your nook as the gray clouds move slowly by.

“I knew you were there, ya know.” Gabriel begins, picking up a snow globe off a small table and giving it a shake, watching the white and gold flakes float through the liquid and lay on the miniature forest scene.

“Mmhmm.” You voice, returning to your book, tucking your feet more securely against your rear.

“Soo....how’ve you been?”

“Really, Gabriel? Small talk?” You sense his movements more than hear them, the archangel leaning against the wall adjoining the nook, never looking up from your tome.

“The boys were impressed with the restraint used to not stab me.”

“Humm.”

“Still pissed about the warehouse thing last month?” Silence. A light shuffling before a wand is dropped into your book, your eyebrow raising as you turn to face Gabriel. “How’d you know?”

“Know what?”

“Who I was. You’ve always looked at me differently, scoffed or rolled your eyes when people call me Trickster or Loki.”

“Why’d you take my aunt’s wand?” You counter, fingers brushing over the rowan wand with an almost imperceptible sigh.

“Needed it.”

“Yes. I suppose asking is something your entire pantheon isn’t too aware of.” Gabriel says nothing, just stares back at you with fathomless goldenrod eyes.

“Why haven’t we ever dated?” The question catches you off kilter, eyebrows shooting up.

“I know what you are, what you’ve done and what your family has done.” You stare down into those gilded depths, letting him see the truth to your statement. “Plus, you just want to play. Unlike most of my family, those sorts of games are tiring to me. Double words and hidden meanings aren’t something I want to constantly be involved in. You’re just more of the same.”

“Ouch, cupcake.” His hand flutters to his chest in mock hurt, wincing a little to sell it further.

A raise and drop of your shoulder is your only reply, pulling your eyes away with a tad of difficulty. A business card flutters down into your book, right atop the wand.

“The boys want to know if you’ll help if they need it.” He sits, well, drops onto the cushion beside you. “I told them your kind have rules about helping humans. Plus, as I’m sure you’re aware, they like that you punched me in the throat.”

“I know a lot of people who would like that,” Gabriel smirks and leans in, watching you like he’s searching for something.

“What can I say? I’m a popular guy.” He leans in as if to kiss you, invading your space before he freezes, wand tip pressed underneath his jaw. “I can give you a hell of a ride, sweetness.”

“I thought I was your enemy, angel.”

“Mmhmm. Slightly.”

“Then I suppose, since you’ve returned my property, I could slightly give in.” His eyebrows shoot up as you pull the wand away, mischief dancing in your eyes.

“Consider my interest piqued.” You tuck the wand into your book, carefully setting them onto a shelf behind you before moving into Gabriel’s lap. “Very piqued, sugar cube.” He mutters as you slide one hand up his chest, over his shoulder, and into his locks, feeling his chest expand under your other hand as his own hands settle on your waist.

Leaning in slowly, you pause just before your lips were to meet, golden eyes dancing with a question as to why you stopped.

“Then again…” You begin with a wicked smile. “You mentioned I wasn’t your type.” You disappear from his embrace, looking out the French doors just a half dozen feet away. “Besides, wouldn’t want you to believe I would want someone who thinks they can just have me.”

There isn’t any flutter of wings when he appears behind you, pressed fully against you, one arm strongly wrapped around your middle as his huff of breath moves your hair at the nape of your neck before he nuzzles against your throat through a curtain of hair.

“I love a challenge.” His voice is rougher than you expected, letting your head loll back against his shoulder as you meet his gaze.

“Sorry. I’m not Kali. I’m not a human fling. I won’t be giving in so easily.”

“That’s what is going to make it worth it.”

“Fuck you.” Gabriel waves away both of your clothes, his hands busy cupping your breasts as his Grace begins to buzz over your skin.

“Don’t mind if I do, sweetness.” He manages, a tendril of Grace shoving aside your hair so his mouth can ravage your neck and shoulder. Strangling a noise that nearly escapes as he ruts himself against your ass, all movement suddenly stopping from him. “Tell me you want this.” Gabriel turns you to face him, something lurking on the edge of those normally dancing gilded orbs.

A whisper escapes just after you see the uncertainty in his request, one you’d held inside for centuries. “I want you, Gabriel.” His eyes light up again, his shoulders minutely relaxing at your statement before one corner of his mouth tugs upward and you sigh at the cockiness. “Take it down a couple notches, buddy.”

“All these centuries of angry glares and friendly hatred -”

“Friendly hatred?” You repeat.

“And now, damn honey,” He licks his lips, letting his eyes take you in. “Every dirty thought I’ve had of you just came rushing back.”

“You have so many issues.” You cup his face in your hands and kiss him soundly, moving the short distance to press yourself against him, making him groan into your mouth. “What is it,” You whimper - not that you’ll admit to it later - as his Grace buzzes over your skin before it tugs and suckles at your nipples. “With you and women who don’t care for you from the get-go?” You gasp out before his mouth claims yours.

“Better sex.” He grunts, his right hand slipping down between your legs, enjoying the fact he pulled another gasp from you. “So. Much. Better. Sex. Honeysuckle.”

“There will be - uh - some conditions about this - fuck - relationship.” Gabriel moves his attention from stealing your breath with long kisses to bites and open-mouth kisses along your neck as his fingers pump into you.

“I’d love to hear them.” He groans against your skin, mouthing his way to your breasts, the Grace moving to find new places to attack. “But later. Much later.”

“Yeah.” You’re fighting for coherency as your legs tense, feeling him smile. “Later, fire feathers.”

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Can i borrow your notes?

Jimin Fan Fic

It was late in the evening when I got a text from my classmate Jimin. He was an odd one id have to say but maybe it was because we had just started talking to each other. I’m sure he’ll open up soon but I’ll admit he is gorgeous and I may have thought of him pressing me against the wall a few times during class and don’t even get me started with his music.

Jimin: Hey Y/N, sorry to disturb you but as you noticed was away today so I would like to know if you happen to have taken down notes in the Dance Appreciation and History lecture this morning? You wouldn’t mind if I borrowed them would you?

I giggled to myself and responded;

YOU: Hi Jimin, you totally disrupted my Friday afternoon Disney move marathon! Ugh shame on you, though I did happen to take notes in todays’ lecture. Will cost you though J

Jimin: HAHA. Oh gosh I am soo sorry. Money?

You: I’ve got enough of that…Jks but no

Jimin: hmmmm…

Jimin: You free tonight?

You: depends ;)

Jimin: I’ll take that as a yes then. Meet me in front of campus at 6. See you soon :)

I didn’t notice myself drifting out of reality until my apartment door slammed shut. My roommate Anastasia came sulking through the lounge room and flopped down on the couch next to me, obvious that she had had a bad day.

“Yo” you chuckle pushing away your thoughts of Jimin and the night ahead.

“Hey…” She sighs. When I ask what’s wrong with her she explains that she and her boyfriend had been arguing about how V kept getting messages from other girls.

“Boys will be boys and I’m sure that those girls meant nothing to him. You are the best girlfriend he could ever have and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Ok?” I winked at her followed on to tell her about your plans tonight.

“Jimin?! As in THE Park Jimin from uni?” She stuttered with a big ‘O’ forming on her dark purple puckered up lips.

“Yes. The only Jimin is our class, idiot.” I chuckled.

“So you’re meaning to tell me that while my boyfriend is being a total dick you’re going out with the hot, smart already famous performer in our class. You lucky bitch!” We both cracked up laughing purely for different reasons.

“It is a sophisticated student meet up just to exchange notes NOT a date, ok?” I sighed but she was quick to respond.

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you in class. His eyes trailing up and down ALL the way down your body when you stand up to do speeches in class. Very ‘sophisticated’.”

Shocked I didn’t know how to respond maturely to that. “Bullshit. He does not. You’re just making shit up now”. Your voice was getting louder as you felt the heat rise up to your cheeks.

“He sure does, there’s no point in avoiding it. Oh and don’t even get me started with how he stares at you in night clubs. Focused on your hips as they sway with the beat and that slim fitted black dress you always wear. Something was definitely happening to him down there” She so normally exclaimed.

To avoid further embarrassment I ended the conversation really quickly. “Pshh. Nah. Well, I hear the shower calling my name! See ya!” I ran to my bedroom and locked my door as Anastasia was shouting things from the other side of it. Flushed and embarrassed, I sat on the other side of the door and I could feel pulses rushing through my lower body. None of that could be true. There was no way Jimin could like me over the cuter girls in the class anyway, but the thought of Jimin being even remotely turned on from me is making my head feel light and dizzy.

After my shower, I got dressed in my favourite black lace lingerie (just in case), my short black midriff and skinny jeans. I paired my outfit with some gold hoop earrings and my black platform boots. I did a black smokey eye with gold pigment on the lid to harmonise with my jewellery and draw attention to my eyes. After looking at myself in the mirror once more I bid my farewells to Anastasia before driving happily to my University campus.

After driving through the city for 10 minutes or so I cruise through the student carpark and saw Jimin waiting for me with a light smile plastered on his face not so far away. While walking towards him I slowed down at the sight of him leaning against his car eyes closed daydreaming about things out of my knowledge. He was suited up in a pair of black ripped jeans and a white linen shirt. I’ve never really taken too much notice about his facial features. I continue walking closer and his face hardens at the sight of me, showing need and restraint. His jaw tenses revealing his slightly sculpted cheekbones. Large smokey eyes swallowed you whole and I could feel my knees giving in under just his hard looks. I stopped walking closer noticing the closing gap between us.

Stepping back with a slight pink blush to my cheeks I greeted him. “Good evening Mr Park”

“Well hello daydreamer. Wanna get any closer, you can see me better from this angle” He demonstrated with his face coming close to yours and head tilted slightly down to look directly at your eyes. He smirked at your reaction and ran a hand through his newly dyed, light pink hair. “Gosh aren’t I just irresistible?” He cracked up laughing like a fool.

I punched him in the arm and laughed at him as if saying ‘No you aren’t’ but I had gotten really close to him previously so, to be honest, he was right, I should’ve stopped myself. He then went on to explain that we were going to Japanese for dinner. He also asked if I should give him the notes now or after dinner.

With my cheeks flushing a brighter shade of red he said “So I’m guessing you came here and forgot the notes at home? Well someone was so excited to see me but forgot the real substance as to why they were actually asked to come” He smirked and at that moment I knew I was playing with the devil himself.

I jumped back and responded “Umm no way man! I was just- umm-“

He cut me off and chuckled “Sure Y/N, let’s get going” He ushered me towards his black sports car and shut the door for me like a polite gentleman. What just are you Jimin? The quiet boy in class, the cocky boy that plays with my feelings or the gentleman you are now?

In the passenger seat, I changed the radio station until they played one of Jimin’s hit singles ‘Lie’. I couldn’t help but squirm in my seat restraining myself from dancing and my head swung back when I sang along to the chorus with Jimin’s recording.

Jimin let out a deep groan in the driver seat next to me “If you keep singing like that how am I supposed to focus on the road?” He looked at me through his mirror and I bit my lip and looked down. That noise was enough to send electricity throughout my whole body, so sexy. “Sorry, I just love your song so much that I’m always dancing to it at home” I giggled and he sighed saying ‘thankyou’.

“I worked really hard on it. The song means a lot to me and so does your feedback, I’m glad you like it” The light smile on his face sent flutters to my chest. What was happening to me?

We laughed and told stories throughout the night at the high-class Japanese restaurant that I clearly wasn’t dressed appropriate for, standing out like a clown.

“You know in class, how you like, sit in front of me?” He said while taking sips from his cocktail. It had been our second round of drinks and it had taken its toll on my brain and I was feeling more relaxed than usual.

“Yes? What about it?” I answered following with a question back at him curiously.

Openly, he said, “Well idk if you do it on purpose but- wait what was I saying?” His hands came to his temple thinking intensively “Oh yeah. Well, one day you had this short top on like the one you’re wearing now but you complemented it with this long skirt that hung low on your waist and like- did you know you have like these 2 cute dimples on your lower back?”

I stared straight at me for a couple of seconds before cracking up laughing. Taking another sip from my glass Rosé I said “Of course I knew that I have dimples on my back, you idiot. And besides, why were you looking that far down anyway?” I pressed to see if Anastasia’s theory was true.

Honestly, he replied, “Umm, cuz’ you’re hot.” He leant further into his chair, one arm around the chair and the other holding his cocktail glass to his plump, inviting lips. I turned my head to the side to prevent myself from giggling like a teenager who has been kissed for the first time; besides he was clearly tipsy did he mean it? “Do you wanna head back now? You can drive behind me to my house and well go through my notes cus’ it’s like still only 8”

“Yeah. Good idea. Well, actually, bad idea since we're both over the drinking limit. Can’t drive so well catch the train instead” I agreed with him and he insisted on playing and we both walked to the station together leaving the cars in a safe car park.

The train trip wasn’t long so we got to my station in no time. As we were walking up the hill towards my house, my feet started to flop around sure to the excruciation pain my heels were giving me. Jimin noticed my trouble and snaked his arm around my waist and brought my arm around his muscly shoulders. I looked up at his caring smile and snuggled my face close to his neck whispering ‘thankyou’. The comfort of being in Jimin’s arms is like I have known him forever; I could be in this position all day.

At home, Jimin and I were watching a movie instead of studying since we were both tipsy and couldn’t concentrate. When we first got home we tried to look through the notes but Jimin kept complain of boredom so we just had to fix that didn’t we.

“Truth” I blurt out from the mattress on my bed.

“Are you into me at all?” His tone was stern but his face remained calm. We were playing truth or dare for the last few minutes because the movie had stopped and we were both bored.

“Hmmm. Do I have to answer that?” I sat my head on my hands propped up on my elbows staring at him with a smile.

“Yes” Stubborn shit.

“Well then yes.” My face fell down onto the mattress to cover my embarrassment.

He chuckled and stood up to come lie next to me. “Fine then, your turn. Truth”

“Hmm...” As you were thinking you shifted yourself on the mattress to face Jimin, you stared at each other with little space in between. “If I asked right now, would you kiss me?” I closed my eyes, backed up a little bit to give him space to think and my teeth tugged on my bottom lip. I was so turned on but there was no way I was going to show it. A little more teasing is my number 1 priority at the moment.

“You wouldn’t even need to ask. I could already tell you wanted me to from when you first saw me tonight. Dressed revealingly and constantly biting your bottom lip, oh gosh don’t get me started with your singing in the car. I’ve been holding myself back all night and that is a long time” He pulls me back with one arm so I can face him again looking straight at him.

“You figured it out huh. Smart kids these days huh?” You smirked and got up from the bed, Jimin’s hand trailing down your hips as you left. “I need to put my pj's on” I took this opportunity as an advantage by pulling my shirt over my head revealing my black lace bra. Keeping my pants on, I slipped my silk night dress on taking my jeans off only after I’m fully covered. I continue folding my clothes and sing ‘House of Cards’ by BTS before turning around to face Jimin. His face straight and eyes seeing right through your white silk dress.

“Fuck” he groaned

You walked closer towards him and asked if he wanted to stay over tonight.

“Yes, god damn” he moved across the bed to make room for you. You slipped in one leg slowly at a time and slid down flat. Your hand moved to turn the lamp off and you tumbled towards Jimin’s side sliding one of your legs over his and whispered.

“Goodnight Park Jimin” smiling, your eyes started to close and you rubbed your silk on his bare leg a bit before sleeping.

“Goodnight” Jimin spoke with a monotone voice obvious to be sexually frustrated. Oh well, he wasn’t going to get help with that yet. Not today.

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