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octoberclidan · 4 months

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Okay, That's It

Request: hii! i have a request for a fan fic abt dean ♡ so basically reader and dean are really good friends (they've had crushes on each other for years now) and basically, the reader.. wasn't doing well for months and dean noticed that. and one day he's like "that's it" and asks her about it. after some time she just breaks down in front of him and asks him for a simple hug.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

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"You all like [Y/N], right?" Dean asked the room. He was currently reclining on an armchair in his Dean Cave, just finishing up a movie night with Sam, Cas, and Jack.

"Of course", Sam said as he started to gather up the empty packets from all of their movie snacks.

"Yes, she is very good at researching and has proven to be a valuable asset on some of our cases", Cas nodded.

"I haven't met her, but from what I've heard, I think I'd like her", Jack smiled back at Dean.

"Why?" Sam asked, pausing his tidying to listen to what Dean had to say. He knew Dean liked [Y/N], as in liked liked her, but he also knew that Dean wasn't about to ask for everyone's opinions on whether he should finally ask her out or not.

"I was just thinking that maybe she could stay here for awhile. I mean, you're right Cas, she's great at research, so imagine what she could do with all of the bunker's books at her finger tips?"

"That makes sense", Cas said.

"You want her to move in with us so she can do research?" Sam raised an eyebrow at him. [Y/N] had quite a lot of the bunker's books on loan at her own place, Dean had even made her a library card as a joke once. She lived quite a long drive away from the bunker, but on gaps between hunts, Dean was quick to volunteer to drive books to her that he thought she might find useful. They'd met a couple of years previous when they'd rescued her from a wendigo that she'd been 'researching' just a little bit too closely. Her research notes had impressed the boys, and they'd called her on their next hunt to ask if she'd ever dealt with vodníci before. Surprisingly, she had very useful notes on how to free the souls that the vodníci had trapped, and the Winchesters were able to save everyone as a result. Ever since then, they'd called her whenever they faced a monster that they were unfamiliar with. She usually had useful knowledge on it.

However, Sam had noticed that Dean had taken to calling and texting her on every hunt, finding some sort of excuse to ask for her help. He'd called him out on it several months ago when Dean had asked her for help with a werewolf case. Dean had tried to defend himself by telling Sam that you can never be too careful, and that it might not be a normal werewolf, but Sam just found it amusing. Dean had progressed to calling and texting her in between hunts, under the pretence that he had a research question, but then letting the conversation morph into non-supernatural topics. They'd become closer, or at least he felt so, and as a result, Dean knew that there was something off with her for the last month or so. She'd been taking longer to answer his texts, she'd been quieter on phone calls, and the last time he drove to her house, just a week ago, she hadn't invited him in to talk about the books like she usually had. He was worried.

"Yeah", he shrugged. "Don't you feel like this team is one person short? I mean, Cas, you're not always around. And Jack, you're still learning. Sam, you're good at research, but you can't research well when we're out hunting something. If [Y/N] was officially on our team and lived here, then we could really rely on her while we're out there".

"Yeah.. but doesn't she have a job, Dean? In her own town? I thought she worked in a community college?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, she does", Dean sighed, before pushing himself up out of the chair. "Well, goodnight". He grabbed a couple of unopened snacks before leaving the room without another word. Sam chuckled as he finished tidying up, and both Cas and Jack looked at him with confused expressions.

"What's funny?" Cas asked, and Sam chuckled more at their cluelessness.

"Dean.. he uh, he likes [Y/N]".

"Yes, how is that funny?"

"No, like he likes her, as in has a crush on her".

"Oh", Jack nodded in understanding. "Is that why he wants her to move here?"

"Yep", Sam smacked his 'p', showing off his dimples in the process. "But don't mention it to him, he'll get embarrassed. If he brings up [Y/N] again, just pretend you don't know about his crush on her". He also happened to know that [Y/N] had a crush on Dean. He'd seen their interactions over the years and could tell that they both wanted the other, but she was too shy and Dean didn't believe that someone like her could want someone like him. Sam was hopeful now that Dean was thinking of asking to move in, that he might becoming open to the idea of admitting his feelings for her.

***

"Hi, Dean". Jack smiled as he walked into the bunker's library the next morning. "What are you looking for?"

"Hey kid. Uh, just something interesting". Dean had several cardboard boxes full of books up on the table, books that weren't used regularly enough to take up space on the shelves. He didn't think that any of them had even opened these boxes before.

"For [Y/N]?" Jack asked as he walked over to stand beside Dean and looked at the pile that Dean had made so far.

"Yeah, yeah I'm gonna go see her".

"Again?"

"Yeah, Jack. Again. When you have friends, you can see them more than once a month if you want to". Dean was not in a good mood. He'd texted [Y/N] after his movie night the night before but she hadn't responded. She'd seen it, so he knew she was alive, but she hadn't replied. He'd messaged her again that morning and tried to call, but she hadn't answered again. He'd left a voicemail, making up something on the spot about how he'd found an interesting book in the bunker and that he'd drive it over to her, so now he was stressed, trying to find a book that was interesting enough to serve as his excuse.

"Are you going to ask her to move in here?" Jack asked and Dean sighed, running his hand down his face in frustration.

"I don't know, Jack. What's with all the questions?"

"I'd just like to meet her", he shrugged and Dean sighed, feeling a little guilty for being short with Jack when he hadn't done anything wrong.

"Yeah. She'd like you", Dean chuckled, imagining [Y/N] dealing with Jack's 50,000 questions.

"Oh", Jack scrunched up his face. "But she should like you, not me".

"You can like more than two people, Jack. You like all of us, don't you?"

"No!" Jack quickly responded. "I don't have a crush on anyone", he shook his head.

"What? Who said anything about a crush?" Dean leaned away from the table and crossed his arms, frowning at Jack.

"Sam said", Jack froze, remembering his instructions not to bring it up, and he quickly cleared his throat. "Nothing. Sam didn't say anything, I.. I just got mixed up". He nodded, happy with his explanation, and slowly and awkwardly stepped away from Dean before turning around and walking out of the room. Dean stared after him, wondering what exactly Sam had said to him, then continued searching until he found a book that listed several creatures and artefacts he'd never heard of before.

***

Dean was nervous when he got to [Y/N]'s front door. He was always a little bit nervous going to see her, but this time he was worried on top of it. He didn't know if she was even going to answer the door, considering she still hadn't responded to his texts or voicemail. He had his excuse tucked under his arm, and he took a deep breath to make himself relax. He told himself he was being stupid, he shouldn't be worked up about going to visit a friend. He was Dean Winchester. Monsters, demons, even angels were scared of him, he shouldn't be scared of a woman who he happens to be attracted to. He shook his head and forced himself to ring her doorbell. When he didn't get any response, he knocked on the door and tried to peer through a small window beside the door.

"[Y/N]?" He called out as he knocked on the door again. "Come on, open up, I know you're in there. It's Dean". He continued to knock until he heard the door unlock on the inside, and it slowly opened to reveal [Y/N], though he took a moment to recognise her. She had bags under her eyes, her hair was a mess, and she'd almost definitely been crying. She didn't open the door fully, just enough for her to stare straight ahead at his chest, avoiding eye contact. His gaze softened as he took in her appearance. He mentally scolded himself for not getting her to let him in the last time he visited. He knew something was wrong and he'd let it go on for too long. He wasn't good with feelings, or emotional conversations, but he wasn't going to let her be alone any longer like this.

"Okay, that's it. You're gonna open the door, you're gonna let me in, and then you're going to tell me what's going on with you. Got it?" She nodded slowly, still not looking at him, but opened the door wider, stepping aside and quickly wrapping her arms around herself in a weak attempt to hide her appearance. Dean wasted no time in stepping forward and closing the door behind him. He looked down at her and put a hand on her shoulder, but she didn't look up at him. He gently squeezed her shoulder before letting go, and hooked his finger under her chin to pull her face up, making her look at him. "Can we sit down somewhere and talk?" He asked and she nodded, pulling away from him and walking into her kitchen, where she sat down at the table. He followed her in and set the book down on the table before sitting down opposite her. "Okay, go on". He nodded at her and she took a deep, but shaky breath.

"I got fired".

"What? When?"

"About six weeks ago", she sniffed. Dean knew how much she loved her job, so it made sense to him now why she was so upset. He didn't know why she hadn't told him though.

"Why? They couldn't have someone better than you". He reached over to grab her hand, and she squeezed it in a thank you.

"I kind of missed a few days. I got caught up in researching Garth's vegetarian werewolves a couple of months ago. I lost track of time and when they called to ask where I was, I panicked and made up some stupid excuse that they didn't buy. They said that was my first and only warning. Then I.. I kind of did it again six weeks ago, I just got caught up on a research trip and didn't have cell service so I couldn't let them know that I wasn't going to make it to work. They fired me when I was finally able to call them back the next day".

"Shit... I'm so sorry [Y/N]", he squeezed her hand comfortingly. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She looked up at him at this, slightly confused. "I didn't think you cared that much about my personal life. We usually just talk about research". She wiped her sleeve against her eyes as a few tears had escaped during her explanation. "And I didn't really want to tell anyone, I don't like people knowing that I'm struggling".

"Of course I care about your personal life. You've become a good friend of mine", he shook his head. "You can always tell me about anything that you're struggling with. You've really taken this job loss hard, haven't you?"

She shrugged and looked away from him. "It didn't exactly pay a lot", she took her hand away from him and wrapped her arms around herself again. "It wasn't really enough to save much. I'm running out of money and I haven't been able to find another job, this is a small town".

Dean leaned back in his chair. He felt sad for her, he knew that she had loved her job, but he couldn't help but see this as a good thing for his desire for her move in with him, one less obstacle in the way. He knew that was selfish, so he quickly pushed that though to the back of his head as she continued. "I just feel so lost. I don't know what I'm supposed to do", she wiped away another tear. "I'm not going to be able to pay my rent this month, and I don't have any family, I have nothing now". The last part of her sentence was slightly difficult to hear as she started to cry, and Dean's heart broke for her. "I'm sorry", she whispered.

"Hey, no. It's okay, you don't have to be sorry. Do you want me to get you a glass of water? Or anything?"

"Could you..." She sniffed and then shook her head. "I mean, no thank you, I'm okay". The tears that continued to stream down her cheeks did not agree with her words.

"You're not okay, what were you going to ask me for just there? Anything you want, just name it, I can get it for you". He stood up and stepped around the table before kneeling beside her. He took her hand and rested it on her lap, pulling her around to look down at him.

"I was going to ask for a hug".

Dean looked up at her and smiled. She sounded so innocent, she was such a nice light in his world. "Come here then". He stood up and pulled her up with him, immediately pulling her into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and he could feel her take a deep breath against his flannel. He pressed his lips into her hair before resting his chin on the top of her head. He held her tight, wanting her to feel secure in his arms. They stood there for several moments, and Dean closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy their closeness.

After her breathing became less shaky, he gently moved his hands up to her shoulders and pulled back from her a little bit. "[Y/N], I uh, I actually wanted to ask you something. And before you say anything, I decided to ask you this before now, you can ask Sam, I talked about it with him and the others back in the bunker last night, so this isn't me trying to give you a handout or anything". She looked up to him a look of confusion.

"What were you going to ask?"

Dean gulped and scratched the stubble on his jaw nervously before brushing a tear off her chin. "I was going to ask if you wanted to try staying at the bunker for awhile, like if you wanted to try being on Team Free Will on a more full time basis. The research you do... [Y/N] it's so valuable to the world, and you're not paid anything for it. You shouldn't have to keep a low paying job just to support your research. I know you liked your job, but I also know you love your research even more. You can't give that up, not for anything. You save people with it". She gave him a small smile, and he smiled back before continuing. "You know my friend Charlie, right? I've told you about her? Well, she gave me and Sam a hacked credit card. We don't have to worry about money at all. And, we have a bunch of rooms in the bunker that you could choose from, and a seemingly endless supply of research material", he chuckled at her as her eyes widened at his offer. "What do you think? I mean, if you don't like it, you can always leave, but would you be interested?"

She blinked up at him, not responding at all, and he could feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. 'Of course she wouldn't want to come live with a bunch of hunters in a windowless bunker', he thought to himself. 'She probably doesn't even think of me as a friend, she probably helps out a load of different hunters. Why the hell did I think I was in any way special? Idiot'.

"Okay", her voice was quiet but it pulled him from his thoughts, and now he was the one blinking at her.

"Okay?" He asked, slightly unsure about whether he'd heard her correctly or not.

"If you're sure you don't mind, I'd really like to join the team and see what it's like... you said you talked to Sam about it, does he mind? Do the others mind? I don't want to encroach on their space if they don't want me there".

"[Y/N], I can assure you, they'd love to have you there. I think you'd be a huge help on our cases".

"Then... okay", she breathed out.

He grinned at her and she smiled back at him, feeling excitement instead of sadness for the first time in six weeks. He pulled her back into a hug and then chuckled. "I have to warn you, Jack really wants to meet you, but he's going to have a million questions for you. And we also have a movie night at least once a week, we take turns choosing so you'll have to suffer through one of Sam's choices every four... no, now every five weeks. Yeah, we definitely need you on the team".

The end

Dean Winchester taglist: @123passwort @janineb86 @k-slla @lyarr24 @candy-coated-misery0731 @jackles010378 @hobby27 @pizzagirlxnsfwx

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Pairing ೃ⁀➷ 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝟒𝟐! 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 x Fem! Reader

Summary ೃ⁀➷ Lovers have secrets of their own, no matter how much they come to trust each other, whether it be a past mistake or an unspoken trauma. For you and Miles, however, your secrets came in the form of hidden identities— one being a masked vigilante, and the other a mastermind.

Genre ೃ⁀➷ Forbidden love, mutual pining, angst♡

Tags ೃ⁀➷ Both are artists, reader is from a very wealthy family, both are living double lives, underaged smoking, reader is female and uses she/her pronouns, forbidden love (ish?), swearing, daddy issues, mommy issues, reader is unhinged, both are mentally unstable, lots of flirting.

Author's Note ೃ⁀➷ l went through like a fuck ton of shit [Broke up with my boyfriend of two years, entrance exam, and uh I lost some friends] and 2024’s barely started lol sorry for the late update, i am,,, extremely deep in hurting 👍

Tag list ೃ⁀➷ @sakura-onesan @coffeeandtealol @luvjunie @noetophat @proudgojofucker @depresssedcowboy @adorefavv @l0starl @your-girl-mj @nyumeii @iheartamajiki @yoluv-tiannaaa--212 @bakauwu @callsignwidow

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Summary ೃ⁀➷ Miles and Eddie make an exchange. A certain nightmare plagues his thoughts. Your insanity unfolds, and so does Miles’ suspicions.

[Warning: Blasphemy, mentioned of fucked up things and crimes, deranged thinking]

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“Miles, what would make you hate me?”

The memory was so long ago. Well, to be exact, perhaps it’s been a month or two since it happened. Miles could still so clearly remember the way you leaned your head against the damp wall, your eyes far off into the void of whatever haunted you. At that time, his feelings had been but a spark budding within his chest ever so delicately, a butterfly ripping out of its cocoon in his stomach.

“I don’t know.” Miles whispered into the air. “I don’t think it’s possible to truly hate a person when you know them personally.”

At that moment, you looked at him, with your head half-buried within your hood.

“Why’s that?” You asked, fiddling with the ends of your hoodie.

Miles took a moment to think about how to word his answer.

“When you recognize someone enough to know that they’re not evil people who’d do random shit for shits and giggles, you learn to realize that they’re not really a monster.. At least, not as much as they seem.” His lingering gaze travels towards the ample of your cheek. “I can’t hate you when I know you. You’ve got a name, and you’re somebody’s sister, daughter.. Well, you don’t have to be all that. You just need to be somebody, and you’re somebody to me, and that alone’s the reason why I can never hate you.”

“That’s.. Interesting.” You whispered. “So technically, you humanize your enemies.”

“That’s one weird way to put it, but yeah.”

“But what if it’s a façade?” The words rolled off your tongue seamlessly. “What if.. They’re not exactly the person you thought they were. What if they’ve done more harm than good?”

He thinks about it for a moment.

“It’s not my job to humanize people. People humanize themselves.” Miles answered. “If there’s truly nothing at all about this person that makes them human, or makes me feel like they still have a relatively active conscience inside of them.. I can’t.”

“So you’re saying thay if they’re not human, you’ll hate them?”

“No!” He rapidly shook his head.

“No, ‘cause Miles, I’ll be fair with you. Ion think there’s anything more monstrous than humanity. We are our own enemies. Nothing else causes more pain to a human other than its own body or its own kind, which is why hatred is such a natural thing.”

“Hatred is a natural thing for you, because you grew up only having to think about yourself.”

“Because if not me, then who would?” You spewed. You didn’t mean to sound overtly bitter, but you were. “Unlike you, Miles, my family ain’t the shit. It’s me against the world always— I-If, had I gotten a remote opportunity to care about anyone other than myself, maybe I wouldn’t be this hateful.”

“Well, you got a chance now.”

“How so?”

“You got me.”

You paused, wondering if you’ve heard correctly.

“… I’ve got you?”

Whatever did that statement mean? You’ve heard about a million pick-up lines, but what the hell was this?

“F’course you do. We’re friends.”

Friends.

“Friends?” Just friends?

Miles hums. “Buddies. Amigos.”

Ah, right, that’s how it always starts. Just friends.

Miles snuck his hand into one of his pockets, plucking out something round that you were too lost in your haze to even notice. He seems to fiddle with it for a moment, digging his fingers into its plush before nudging it towards you.

“You want some?”

You turned around and realized he’d peeled you an orange. “.. What.. These are so expensive these days. How’d you even get one?” Your hand reaches out for the fruit, examining its tiny size. You’d heard about the sudden inflation of prices, so fruits inevitably turned into a luxury for most. Miles parts the mandarin and places the larger half on top of your hand.

“.. I stole one from my neighbor’s garden. God did say generous people prosper, so I did him a favor.”

“I’m pretty sure there was a ‘thou shall not steal’ in one of the commandments, Miles.” You laughed, plopping a piece atop your tongue. The tangy, sweet, yet sour flavor bursts right in, making you grimace ever so lightly. “Oh, that’s sour.”

Miles took after you, similarly cringing. “Eugh.”

“It’s probably not all that ripe yet. It’s fine though,” You plopped another into your mouth. “I like oranges— sour things as a whole. They snap me back into life.”

“That sounds sad.” He mumbled, turning to look at you. “Kinda worrying, if you ask me.”

“Well, I wasn’t asking.” You plucked out one of the seeds from your teeth.

“Right, ‘cause you never ask.” Miles took another bite. “You only answer.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know.” Miles shrugged. “I like saying random shit to tick you off.”

You rolled your eyes, trudging your way up from the floor as you staggered from the cold. “Thanks for the orange, Miles.” Running a hand through your hair, you looked out and sighed. He couldn’t help but feel surprised at the lack of your sass.

“You’re welcome, princesa.”

Your brow cringed. “Don’t call me that.”

His finger twitches. He watched as you froze for a moment, turning to look at him. With gentle steps, you approached and leaned down— tufts of your hair brushing against the temple of his forehead. At that moment, he swallows while taking in the scent of your perfume and its ridiculously sweet stench. How could everything about you be so sweet?

You plucked your pen out of his hands. “This is mine.” You reminded of him. Miles didn’t utter a single word til’ your eyes met. Even in the darkness, you saw, but you ignored— well, rather, you tried to ignore it, but it stung.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

Miles turned his head, forcibly pushing down the butterflies fluttering like haywire in his stomach.

Hands clammy, heart haywire, eyes unable to meet yours.

“Sure, whatever.”

That day ended there, but Miles knew then. He knew.

Eddie Brock couldn't look past the television store, as his eyes were drawn completely to the news. Not that he couldn't afford a paper, or a gadget of his own— he was simply nervous, figdety, and this ominous pit that holed itself into his stomach unnerved him like a pig carved up for the butcher. He'd known of the news already, honestly, something along the lines of the daily murders and crimes that weren't all too unusual to be fair, and rather than the screen's bright technicolored themes, he was hyper focused entirely on one thing.

The face of Will Barlowe, the almighty senator. Eddie had long been staring at that man's creased, brown skin and slick, blonde hair that was fading into this falsified shade of platinum all because of his whitening strands.

Damn the rich, all of them.

Eddie was no one, like everyone else. A drop of water in the ocean, a needle in a haystack. He was one, like the rest, with the hard workers who carried the economy with their white, blue, pink-collared jobs. He thrived, initially, three years ago. He was an activist then— a journalist in a crisp collared shirt and black dress pants, warning the young about the dangers of climate change, and speaking outwardly in regard to politics.

Now, he was nothing more but a wrinkled jacket-wearing, eccentric and amusing conspiracy theorist scraping the tiniest bits of his dignity to post videos on Facebook or Youtube shorts about how fucked up and dystopian America's grown to become.

When the Prowler, the younger one, decidedly linked him a location allegedly shared by the elites, Eddie wanted to think of it as a chance to shine, to end everything once and for all, and to avenge Anna. For Anna, and for what could’ve been their happy, serene life. But when he arrived, painstakingly clad in plaid while forging the identity of a lost tourist, he was disappointed entirely to find out that the warehouse had been burnt down.

He could still recall the charcoaled crevices of what could’ve been his salvation— that masked boy, the Prowler, promised him salvation in a what-could’ve-been some rich guy’s attempt of a house barbecue.

“Did I make ya wait long?”

A voice reminiscent of a growl. That same shade of neon magenta lingered, popping like a change of color in the melancholy of great Harlem. Eddie tries not to look, but the presence of the boy simmered like fire even as he hung like a spider from the ceiling. He was always like that— the Prowler. The boy was a tall, lanky thing who walked and talked suave. Dominican, he initially assumed. Eddie figured this little vigilante was likely a high schooler with hopes consequently dimmed by the recession.

“Nope.” Eddie attempted to appeal cooly, instead, he only crumbled more. “I’d been watching the news this whole time, tryna check if there was anything about the fire.”

He hears a metal click. “They prolly wouldn’t say nothin’. See, if they didn’t wanna hide it, it’d be all over the television. But it ain’t there, so that means the Chávez’s are hiding the fire from the other families. They prolly paid the witnesses to keep their mouths shut or bribed all the television networks to say it’s some barbecue party gone bad.”

A few passersby couldn’t help but squeak at the sight of the infamous vigilante hanging from a store sign, but they all seemed to know better than approaching him. Trouble was wherever he was, after all, or something the daily bugle said along those lines. They shared glances, sure. Curious, amused glances like how people would marvel at a lion in a zoo.

“It’s,” Eddie finally looked at him. “it’s something ‘bout the Chávez’s?”

With a momentary pause, the Prowler released his grip from the metal poles and dangled down for a second before decidedly letting his feet hit the ground. He was tall— truly, around an inch or two taller than grouchy Eddie. His braids seemed much longer than he’d last seen them. Did he recently get them redone?

“.. That’s right.” Prowler hummed. “.. But we might wanna move some place else to have this conversation, Mr. Brock.”

And where the cat went, curiosity followed down as it made its way to the dark alleyways.

Eddie had a million questions, like any other normal being. The Chávez’s, the Primos, the Barlowes, the Fisks, the Osborns, and all of the other wealthy families connected to one another were all listed down on his kill bill naturally, and he’d been dreaming about the day of crossing out their names with ink made from their blood. Cliché, but a threat either way. Eddie wasn’t a writer, but a journalist anyways. Creativity in terms of wording his hatred was limited and it wasn’t his forte.

“In your past facebook post, you mentioned the Chávez’s briefly,” The boy began, halting by the corner dampened by rain. “I need information about the whole family.”

“… Aren’t you supposed to know the basic information about your enemies?”

“If it were that easy, I wouldn’t be needing your help.” The two white shapes that proxied as his eyes narrowed, grimacing ever so lightly. “There’s little information about them in the black market, and within the scarcity, most of them aren’t factual.”

“They’re rich enough to be able to squander their wealth on silencing people,” Eddie kicked at a can. “Of course no one knows, but I do.”

“How so?”

Picking at something in between his cheek, Eddie sighed a long sigh.

“… My wife worked as their private attorney.”

He watched the boy take a step back. “.. Your wife?”

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded. “My wife, Anna. She was taught to keep silent about their crimes, and to find a loophole in every case.” A lump formed in his throat.

The Prowler stared. He couldn’t make out whether it was an empathetic or judgmental one. “.. So your wife covered up the Chávez’s crimes?”

“A part of it.” Eddie mumbled. “There’s more to the elite than we know, Anna had to burn her files after every case, so she couldn’t snitch or post them after she quits.”

His head turns. “… I see.”

He sees the boy shift, weirdly, fidgety. He couldn’t particularly describe the unease this young vigilante conveyed. It was almost like he was on the verge of asking something, but his mask made it harder to read what he was desperate to know about.

“.. So can you tell me?”

A simmering silence sunk into the gaps of their conversation.

“What’s in it for me?” Eddie asked, knowing he shouldn’t have, as it was obvious and painstakingly accusatory.

“Why do we have to have transactions when it comes to justice?”

Eddie paced. “Capitalism.”

“Fair point.” The Prowler sighed, rocking on the ends of his neon shoes. “Well, what d’ya want?”

Eddie thinks, and thinks. What could a conspiracy theorist— no, a journalist want? Could he ask for a man’s death? The head of Barlowe? The head of Chávez? Or could that only be achieved after this gamble? He looked at this boy, and Eddie pictured this teenager basking his hands in blood.

What would make him any different from the elites?

“… When you went to the warehouse, you guys.. Took evidence? Even a USB, right?”

He stared. “Yeah, we dug it up and we tried sending it to every news outlet we could find.. All of them rejected the information.”

“Why?” Eddie furrowed his brow. “Was the information incomplete? Did you send the evidence beneath a credible name as a source?”

“Credible name?”

“Yeah, if the information comes from a credible source, they might do something about it. Likewise, if the information is complete, they might take the risk, after all, the Chávez’s are old money, and they have a lot of influence in regard to politics. If they publish anything against them, without complete information, or if you’re just a bunch of trespassers regarded as criminals by the media,” Eddie held out a finger. “Someone will get shot.”

The boy swallowed.

“If not you, if not your partner, it’s the journalist. Always the journalist.”

And Eddie’s seen too much of his co-workers wound up as mere victims in a headline. ‘Journalist shot dead.’

And he didn’t want his name to be reduced to a John Doe in one of the many causes people are too afraid to fight for.

“… I’ll tell you all about the Chávez’s, if you give me the records you stole from the warehouse.”

The Prowler stood, seemingly caught up in his thoughts for a moment. “.. Okay, but I’m telling you, don’t make a large move without consulting me first.”

“I still want my head attached to my head, of course I’ll consult y’all first.” Eddie chuckled, his fingers pouring into his pockets. “Then, what do you want to know about the Chávez’s?”

Without missing a beat, he answered.

“You can give me all you got. Recent scandals, fuck ups.. Perhaps, you got anything from the collapse of the Aureum building three years ago?”

“The Aureum building,” Eddie echoed, reminiscing like a veteran released from war. “That was the messiest thing I’ve ever witnessed in the last ten years. The lawsuits, the bribes, and the social media mayhem—“

“The deaths.” Miles cringed, remembering his father. “Surely, that was the most fucked up thing.”

“Aside from the architecture? Sure.” Eddie pulled out a box of cigars from his pocket, wringing out a single stick. “Weak scaffolding, quick-dry cement.. Put two and two together, and everything collapsed as soon as the opening began.”

Miles wallowed, grimacing at the sight of the habit. “Could it have been planned?”

With a flick of his lighter, Eddie took one breath in and sighed. “Could? There’s no ‘could’, boy, it was planned.”

Planned? Planned by who?

Were the Chávez’s really masters at self-sabotage? Or were their enemies really just each other?

“You see, the Chávez’s specialize in human trafficking, slave trade, and child labor. The people they ship work tirelessly for other businesses without a fee— because we, you and I and the rest of us who had the freedom to earn education, refused to work under hellish circumstances and poor environments. Without us, precisely, without the poor, the rich are nothing.”

“Then the Aureum building?”

“The Aureum building was a cover-up for a bigger scandal.” Eddie tilted his head. “The people inside were likely witnesses, or people who knew about the human trafficking.. And when the building collapsed, they sued the construction companies involved, got the money, but damaged their reputation.. And I don’t see why they’d do all of that just to damage their reputation.”

Miles pondered and pondered.

“.. It was probably someone from inside the family who planned everything.”

“That’s what I think so too.” Eddie added, blowing off another puff of intoxicating smoke. “Someone who won’t suffer from the damaged reputation.. Yet someone who still manages to benefit from it all financially.”

“… Could it be.. Any one of the siblings?”

Eddie takes a step back, likely thinking about it. “.. Well, the other one’s in London, the other one’s too stupid, and the last’s a minor.”

“Minor?” Miles repeated. “How young are we talking?”

“.. Well, the last time I heard about the girl.. She was thirteen, and it’s been three years since then, so she’s probably fifteen to sixteen.”

It’s not as though a thirteen year old could possibly plan out such a meticulous plan… Well maybe, or maybe not, it’s not as though Miles was the only genius capable of great things.

“You know any of their names?”

“Names.” Eddie furrowed his brow. “The last girl’s protected by the law, since it’s illegal to paparazzi minors.. But the first two are Montrell and Anthony.”

Montrell. Mon. Three children. Two older brothers. One girl. Sixteen, sixteen years old just like you.

Miles swallowed.

It’s as though he could feel your hands blocking your vision, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

He falters, alerting Eddie. “What’s wrong?”

“.. My head just hurts.” He mumbled, turning his head. “I think I kinda overworked myself. I still got a date.. Need to.. Rest.”

“Date?” Eddie blew. “That’s right. You’re quite famous, ain’t you?”

Miles rolled his eyes, able to freely express his distaste for the supposed compliment behind his mask. “I try not to be, don’t wanna make her think about it too much. The broad shoulders don’t help as much, though.”

“She know all ‘bout your..” With his cigarette squeezed between his ring, Eddie gestured at him. “Your little vigilante thing?”

Leaning his head against the brick wall, Miles crossed his arms and shrugged. “She better not. Don’t wanna make her daddy even madder.” He lowers his gaze a bit, his mask naturally zooming into the title of Eddie’s cigarette box. It was the same brand as your brother’s, likely a different flavor. Mint or something. Everyone around him smoked too much.

“She from the finer part of York or what?”

“The finest.” He recalls your brother’s luxury car. “.. But I think she’s tryna hide it.”

Eddie plucks the cigar out his teeth, a sort of accusatory yet mundane expression scribbled all over his scruffy face. Eventually, he laughs it off. “That’s all of what’s wrong with our society. The poor pretend to be rich and the rich pretend to be poor. They like romanticizing poverty but likely won’t be able to find comfort if they walked in our shoes for ‘bout a damn mile.”

“She ain’t nun like that.” Miles butted in. “She’s sweet, my girl. Cruel, sometimes, but that’s how ladies gotta be from time to time— seeing as how the world fucks them up every now and then.”

“.. That your first date?” Eddie asked.

“I guess. We’re kissing, but we got no label.”

Eddie scoffed an old man’s scoff. “Your generation’s got me fucked up. Y’all and your situationship bullshittery.”

“It ain’t like that.”

“It’s always like that.” Eddie narrowed his eyes. Miles similarly cringed, wondering how Eddie could be so bitter— having to remind himself seconds later that the man’s poor wife was dead. Dead as hell. As dead as his father. “If she can’t even be upfront about her wealth, she’s likely hiding something from you.”

“My man, I’m lucky she even looked my way. You know nun ‘bout her, don’t be like that.”

“And what if she’s from the oligarchy, huh?” Eddie exaggerated. “What if she’s a Fisk? A Barlowe? Hell, even worse, what if she’s a Chávez?”

Miles didn’t reply.

As the puff of smoke emanated through the damp air, suddenly, Miles pictured you holding a cigarette while grinning at him wickedly— and somehow, that tantalizing air.. Suited you like the slip of a glove.

“I’m just kidding w’ya, man.” Eddie laughed, flicking the cigarette away, crushing it with the sole of his wrinkled boot.

“Ain’t funny, Ed.” Miles grumbled. “People I loved died in Aureum.”

“But she’s still rich, though. You can never be too sure ‘bout the kind of secrets her family’s keeping. If push comes to shove, will you still be able to love her if you do find out that her family’s fucked up?”

“Stop it.” He angrily seethed. “Stop.”

Eddie watched with a certain stank in his eye.

“… Y’know, there’s a rumor that one of the Chávez kids are illegitimate.”

.. Miles left seconds after.

It’d not been his greatest day, and earnestly speaking, his gut’s been clamoring at him to listen, only for him to reject its pleas. He’d thought about listening— to whatever higher being was calling upon him to stray away from you.

His Mama told him to pray throughout his struggles. She’d not been a zealot, his mother. But she was no stranger to the novena, to pray and to call for help in such long days. He’d been subjected to it early on: the novenas, the masses, the lingering of frankincense in the air. Though she never truly coerced him to participate in the church, Miles simply titter-tottered throughout those dull Sunday evenings.

He didn’t want some higher being to stop him from becoming a horrible person; Miles wanted to be good on his own accord.

But you.. You made him question. Not you, but himself.

Though his dad always told him to question everything while he’s young, Miles couldn’t question you. How could ever question you?

An illegitimate child. Which one was it?

Your brothers, who had everything?

Or you, who had nothing?

And although Eddie left the alleyway unscathed, Miles felt that blood had stained his hands.

And you could still taste blood in your mouth.

You could still hear the crunch of that man’s neck echoing in your ears, his tiny pleads of self-preservation before the snap to his death. It rang and rang behind your eyes, between your ears, like a haunting melody you couldn’t help but repeat.

The memory of his fear merely energized your veins, but left you gawking in dauntness even as you worked your way through the hotel— showing Montrell the ropes and tending to the preparations for the upcoming charity event. The snap, the way it snapped— the way his neck snapped was a musical lyric that pulsed and pulsed in your mind.

Snap.

ＳＮＡＰ.

The idea of fear intrigued you, cannibalism, however, not so much. The symbiote immensely argued with you, that it wasn’t your body in particular feasting on human flesh, but the symbiote itself. It needed to be fed, and it needed sustenance— but you didn’t know where else to find that sustenance.

“Miss?” Charlotte, the head housekeeper called out to you, snapping you back from the profanities of your mind.

Suddenly, you’re back staring at the new, tall, stained-glass windows— basking you in the glory of pale lights in shades of ethereal yellow and blue. It’s been under construction for quite a while now, but after your father had approved of the idea, you were willing to wait long enough to see its outcome. You’d only gotten the news just a few hours ago in regard to its completion, and now you’ve been staring at it for a while now.

“Yes?” You stifled airily, wallowing in a hundred emotions.

Charlotte bows her head for a moment, unveiling an approaching guest.

Before you could even process to question who it was, Montrell and his gentle eyes appeared before you. He seems to marvel at the windows before you as he takes another step up the stairs.

“Wow,” He huffed. “Is this.. Your design?”

You simply looked at the window with crossed arms and a smile. “I couldn’t forget about the windows when we went to Veronica’s wedding. I liked.. The colors and the drama it endowed.” You smiled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “.. This was my final project in the hotel.. I’ve done so much to rebrand everything, but we still can’t do much ‘bout what happened in the past.”

The lights dawned upon the both of you.

“Does it hold any special meaning?” He asks.

You shrugged. “It varies on the person, I guess. I think, those who don’t really know me will try to put meaning into all that I do, but those who really know me know that my art is plainly.. Meant for aesthetic.”

Montrell frowned. “How can you make art without passion?”

“.. You pick up a pen.” You carved a smile. “And you just draw.”

You draw, and you draw. Carved it in, like how a knife would pierce a sack of flesh. Murder the canvas with each stroke, and if they ask you ‘why?’, answer with ‘why not?’.

“I think.. Only Miles can place meaning in my art. After all, my passion resides in him.”

“Like a proxy.” Montrell darkly laughed, shaking his head. “.. I wonder how hard you’d break once you lose him.”

You turned your head to look at your brother’s charming face.

“Is that a threat?”

“A warning,” He remarked. “After all, how could he ever love you once he realizes that our family’s responsible for his father’s death?”

You turned your head back to the windows. “… I feel guilty, actually. I don’t really know how to approach Miles if he ever comes to realize my identity.”

“.. Don’t you feel lonely having to constantly push away the people you love?”

You shrugged. “I’m a pretty girl. Pretty girls are never lonely.”

“Sure.”

Montrell looked at you. To be precise, he eyed you, and he looked at the way you casted your eyes downward. From a mile away, one would believe you fostered insecurity and shame in the way you’d stare, but knowing you and the way you were, that downcast gaze of yours imbued disinterest and a heightened sense of.. Superiority.

No matter how hard you try to appear empathetic, you were always and inevitably still a Chávez. Even in the way you pursed your rouged lips, or spoke with eloquence, or held your head high.. You and your siblings, who were forged to become heartless from the beginning, were never bound to be kind.. Or good.

But could Miles do it?

Could he actually change you? Humanize you?

Make you kind and loving, and normal?

You tightened your grip over your arm. “I.. Was going to escape tonight, originally.. For our date. He wanted us to have a halloween date. It’s so dorky. He’s so dorky.” The way you fawned was genuine, though. He could see it so clearly. “But after daddy mentioned the USB, I didn’t know how to face him without feeling guilty.. I came to meet Miles with the intention of using him to get his dead dad’s stuff but I ended up.. Falling for him. I never knew I was capable of feeling like this.”

“.. When we’re too busy to survive, it feels frustrating to have to care for someone else. That’s why our family doesn’t feel like one.” Montrell whispered.

“We’re not a Greek tragedy.”

“Exactly, which would mean,” He turns to you. “You’re likely still savable, [N/n].”

You lightly winced. “.. I haven’t heard that nickname since I was twelve.”

Your brother chuckles at the reminder. “.. We called you that since you couldn’t pronounce your name when you were three.” Montrell heaved a long breath, as though he were a dreamer reminiscing the times. Ah, he truly is a sucker for what’s long gone, huh? “Antonne and I were so excited to have you. Your first word was my name, actually, Mon. I had to sneak up into your cradle every night just to make you practice say my name. Mama used to hold you in her arms whenever I got home from school, and she used to read out my cards with you in her other hands ‘cause you were one energetic kid.”

Oh, so like a normal family?

We were capable of having that this whole time?

…

“[Y/n]?”

You snapped yourself back to reality, Montrell’s voice leading you out of your internal monologue. “Did you hear my question?” He queried. “You kinda zoned out there.”

“Sorry, I was thinking ‘bout something. You were saying?”

“Once you get the USB.. Are you going to leave him?”

The question seemed far fetched from the previous topic, which caught you off-guard. You turn your head. “.. I don’t know. I’d rather make him hate me, and have him leave me first, because I don’t think I can ever bring it upon myself to leave him.”

Such a romantic.

“Do you think you can handle it?”

“.. It’s not a question of whether I can handle it, it’s a question of whether Miles can handle it.”

Montrell murmured. “.. What if he gets revenge?”

“Revenge?” You repeated, the idea sounding funnily dramatic. “Revenge on me? I didn’t throw that building over his father’s head.”

“Ah, yes, but there’s a thing called karma.” Montrell spoke as thought to remind you. “It’ll be out there to get you, or at least, that’s what I’ve heard.”

You couldn’t help but aimlessly ponder. “… Why do poor people believe in futile things such as karma?”

The way you worded it, and the way it exited your tongue seemed unusually natural. Montrell, who’s been too used to such words, only shrugged. “Cause there’s nothing else to save them. That’s why they have a god, [Y/n]. They can’t save themselves, and so that’s why they believe something otherworldly will.”

Before you could speak, Montrell looked out into the glass windows before turning to you.

“Speaking of which, I think you should use daffodils for the upcoming party.”

“.. Daffodils?” You repeated.

Your brother nods. “Yes. I find them to be quite lovely.”

Since when did he have an interest in flowers? You internally squirmed. “Where the hell am I going to get daffodils in autumn?” You groaned. “We can use other yellow flowers for the golden theme.”

“Well, you’re not in charge anymore.” Was his attempt of a tease. “Surely there are still daffodils here in this season. We’ll have to find the best greenhouse in town.”

“But why?”

“Because I said so.”

You sweetly casted a glance at him, smiling as a thought crowed at you.

A sharp pain shoots through Miles’ head. A pulsing, familiar pain— resembling a bullet, dove straight into his subconscious.

He stumbles back as darkness clouds his vision, a sort of slithering and slimy feeling coursing through his system like a snake seething beneath his skin. His heart was hammering against his chest. It was like that time during the warehouse, where he felt genuinely uneasy and unsettled. The eyes of that figure behind the window, watching him tremulously stare back.

In the cage of his mind, Miles finds himself inside a dark void— where the silence was loud enough to hear the sound of a pin drop.

Then there was this drumming.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The melody was unfamiliar, but the voice nostalgic. Miles crawled amidst the darkness, searching for the voice, only to look up and catch the sight of a pristine, delicately made shoe. It kicked against the front of a desk, making a rhythmic pattern. Thump. Thump. Thump. With each passing moment, his eyes continued to linger upward, from the shoe, to a leg, to a waist, to your pretty face.

You sat there, above the desk, with your pretty hair and your pretty eyes, puckering up your pretty lips along with the song. You were so idly calm, so leisure while singing so softly, he could hardly make out the words exiting your mouth. A dim, green light cascaded against the silhouette of your figure, further accentuating the pink of your lips and the darkening of your gaze.

You smiled, but your eyes held nothing. Like you never knew what kindness was, even in his presence. You never looked at him like that before— like you hated him enough that you wanted him to die.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The thumping was growing faster and faster with each second. Upon seeing his struggle, a stifled laugh laces the lyrics.

Miles tried to move, but his whole body writhed in pain— like he was beaten, defeated. His arms itched in burns and scars. With the sound of your hum, Miles looks up, only to see you cross your arms before your chest, the tip of your shoe gently grazing against the skin of his temple. He feels as though he was being watched, idly, by an audience that had no interest at all in intervening. Like everyone was amused to see him.. Kneeling before you.

Click. Click. Click. The cutter clicked in your palm as the blade rose higher.

It’s like your presence alone was enough to blind him, and his conscience kept crawling back to you no matter how hard it tries to stray.

Really, who are you, [Y/n]?

Why was it whenever you lingered in his dreams, you were the cruelest person to exist?

And why was it that Miles knew that he’d probably still adore you with your hands around his neck?

“.. Miles?”

From a gentle shuffle, Miles awoke to the sound of his mother’s voice.

Miles jolted up, his skin half drenched with cold sweat. Unfortunately enough, his awakening was nothing avian. On the contrary, his awakening felt like a somber chore. The material clung onto him like glue, making him utter a groan. For a while, he helplessly looked around like a child lost between rows of linoleum aisles, his mind hopping from question to question. 'What just happened? What was I dreaming of?'

Like some hungover drunkard, he gently peeled himself away from the sweat-stained sheets and begrudgingly sat upright. Rio’s gentle hand cradled his aching head.

“Rest, mijo, you’re exhausted.”

“Mama, I—“ He broke, running a damp hand over his head. For a moment, he flinches, checking to see if his hands were covered in blood. “What happened?”

His mother’s dark curls lightly brushed against his temple. Her eyes were just as exhausted as he was, with dark circles rimming the doeness of her gaze. “I got home to you taking a nap but you kept squirming. I was so worried. Que paso?”

He looked around, realizing he’d dropped himself unconscious atop the sofa.

“.. Nightmare.”

Night terrors, to put it precisely. It’s been haunting him since the death of his father three years ago. He thought they’d long vanished after meeting you, but after his suspicions arose, his anxiety came crawling back like a dreadful stench.

Rio handed him a glass of water, to which he gulped down to its very last drop— like he’s been thirsting for all his life.

“Mama,” He called out. “… What do I do?”

His loving mother creased her brow, shaking her head. “What is it, mijo? What’s wrong?”

He runs his hand over his face, wondering how to begin. At that moment, Miles recalls your sweetest smiles, your loudest laughs, and your warmest hugs.

You held his hand, dragged him out of that maze, and you vandalized the hotel together. You tore yourself away from the expectations of your family, and went to him.

You chose him.

But could he go so far to assume that you loved him?

Rio shifted comfortably, trying to appear more welcoming to whatever catastrophe Miles was about to unleash. “What’s wrong, Miles?”

Miles couldn’t even admit it to himself, though he’d long noticed, he preferred to remain ignorant ‘til the truth was spilled from your own lips.. But he didn’t know how much longer he could last. Blood runs thicker than water, but both feel the same when your eyes are closed— and that could mean many things.

“A lot, ma.” He buried his head into his hands. “And Ionno if I could deal with it all.”

“You don’t have to deal with everything, Miles.” Rio frowned. “You’re only fifteen. Eres demasiado joven. Con el tiempo todo se arregla.”

“Me duele la cabeza.”

“Ponte vaporub.” Rio stood to grab the small, blue ointment. As she unscrews its green cap, Miles was immediately hit with its loud, minty scent. Digging her fingers into the substance, Rio smears the vaporub all over Miles’ forehead. “Sana sana colita de rana, si no sana hoy, sanará mañana.”

He lightly moved away with a sigh. “I’m not a kid anymore, ma.”

“I’m your mother, you’ll always be my kid.” As the cooling sensation sunk into his skin, he felt his mother’s palm cup his cheek. “And since you’re my kid, I always get worried about you. I know we ain’t got nothing much, but we got each other, Miles. You’re a great kid bound to achieve great things.”

He wasn’t too sure about that. That whole great kid thing. You had your fingers entangled all over his puppet strings, and it made him hesitate.

But what if that was exactly your plan? To ruin him entirely for your benefit?

“.. Ma, what would you do if the person you liked lied to you about their identity?”

Rio sat in silence.

“.. Que?”

Ah, fuck. That’s a stupid question.

“Nothing.” Miles turned his head. “Sorry, that was a stupid question—“

“No, Miles. I didn’t mean to— I just, you like someone? A girl?”

Miles shifted uncomfortably. Rio softened. “A boy?”

“No, ma!” He exclaimed, embarrassed. “I-It’s a girl. I like a girl.. Por los clavos de Cristo.”

“Oh, I was preparing myself.” Rio placed a hand over her heart. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d accept you no matter what, I just didn’t have a long wonderful speech prepared for it.. But what’s wrong with the girl?”

“Well, ma, it’s just..”

“Did she cheat on you!?”

“No! We’re not even together yet, ma. We were gonna have our first date today, but.. But her family’s been treating her horribly, and her older brother picked her up while we were out buying costumes for our halloween date only for him to directly tell me that it ain’t happening.”

“And then?”

“She talked ‘bout her dad throwing a fit, and now she hasn’t replied the whole day.” He slipped his fingers through his hair. “I even woke up at six in the morning just to get my braids redone at Tasha’s… And they invited me to a party at their house on Sunday.”

“Sunday? Then— that’s great!” Rio exclaimed, placing her hands over her son’s shoulders. “That would mean they’re open to getting to know you. Well, I think you can borrow some of your dad’s old clothes for the party, you two look great in suits anyway.”

“W-Well, ma, that ain’t entirely the problem, she’s..” He swallowed. “Ma, I think she comes from a very rich family.”

“Okay, and?” Rio raised a brow. “Did she ever make you feel inferior for having superior wealth?”

“.. No? Well, she’s been trying to keep it on the down low this whole time, but.. Whenever I see her, she acts so.. Proper and polite when she don’t even notice it. And her brother’s British too, and I— Ionno how the hell that happened, but he sound like the type to spit out tap water if I ever brought him to a restaurant.”

“Well, you’re dating the girl, Miles, not her brother.” Rio sighed. He thinks of it for a moment, then shrugs. Only then he notices his mother’s wide smile, her shoulder nearly glued onto his.

“So.. Who’s the girl?”

Miles fiddled awkwardly, unsure how to answer. Rio seemed adamant for an answer, so, after a while of internally mustering up sentences, Miles replied. “Her name.. [Y/n].”

“Mhm.”

“She uh.. Sixteen. I-I met her three months ago.. And we started doing graffiti together since then.”

“Oh, so she’s an artist?”

Miles gaped. “S… Sum like that, yeah.”

Your art varied. Your colors were blander while his, more vibrant. But there was something about the way you drew, that was so meaningfully realistic that it captured entirely how your mind pondered in its darkest moments. An art style that captured entirely the darkest of what life could bring.

He remembers going through your sketchpads, how your dabbles consisted of dull realism. Maybe it was only dull because it was exactly what New York’s become— cold and calloused.

But in contrast, you were able to set his world on fire in a way he’s never seen. Only you could paint over the dullness with scarlet, in a way that had him choking from the smoke emanating from your fire.

But he couldn’t tell his mother the way you’ve worsened him.

His mother wouldn’t let him get too close to someone as bright and dangerous as you.

“Why haven’t you mentioned about her before? I could’ve helped!” Rio tossed her dark curls to the side. They’d always reminded him of the dark sea. “Es puertorriqueña? Puede hablar español?”

“No,” Miles thinks about it for a minute. “I-Ionno, actually. She never told me anythin’ bout it, but she can’t speak Spanish so I ain’t sure.”

Rio attempted, no she really did try to attempt— to hide her disappointment. Were her grandkids bound to forever be free of her culture? How saddening.

“Pero creo que ella está estudiando español.”

“Oh?”

“Sí.” Mile seemed to lightened up. “She’s so cute. She can’t even pronounce ‘roja’.”

“But she’s trying.” Rio could not be any happier. “She’s trying! Eso es bueno! Ella ya me gusta. Not everyone tries these days, you know.”

He wondered if his mother was faking her enthusiasm just to ease him. He’d expected her to be more.. Angry about it.

“.. I’m surprised you’re not upset, ma.”

“Upset?” Rio furrowed her brows. “Miles, how could I get upset? You’re experiencing what every other teenager experiences, that’s great!.. I know you’ve been trying to act like an adult to help us, and you’ve given up so much just to keep us afloat. I’ve been getting worried that you’ve been focusing too much with adult responsibilities that you’re forgetting that you’re just a kid. You’re allowed to go around and be a kid. You’re allowed to like a girl— so long as she’s not a bad influence.”

Miles pushes back the thought of you being a smoker.

“She’s not a bad influence. She’s.. Just going through a lot.. She makes me happy, ma.”

Rio looked at him proudly. Only then, she wondered if her dearest husband ever brooded like this too upon realizing his feelings for her. She wondered if Jeff ever pouted the way Miles did, and looked out into the world with such admiration in his eyes as though he were shaping the void into an image of her.

Jeff loved, and thus, Miles could love too.

“If she makes you happy, then I’m happy.” She beamed. “So long as she’s not a brat or an alcoholic, or a racist, or any of those bad people, I’ll accept her.”

The mother shared a loving glimpse of her son, making out an image of her late husband in the way he smiled. Suddenly, she pats her lap and stands up. “Bueno, I’m making adobo.”

“I can help—“

“No, sit down, you’re tired.” Rio held out a finger. “Take a rest, Miles.”

“But Ma—“

“Rest.”

And he did.

Well, he tried. It was a subtle attempt. A poor one, at that. He sat upright by the sofa, listening to his mother chop up the potatoes. He tries to discreetly look into your messages, only to find you’ve finally texted back.

her ♡ || two minutes ago.

sorry i haven’t texted!! 😭😭

remember the party this sunday? my dad is making me help with the preparations so i couldn’t go to our date

i’m really sorry 🥺 don’t get mad

if you want, we can do it tomorrow.

Miles pouted. He didn’t want to reply immediately. He didn’t want to look desperate.

So he waited for another five minutes.

.. Even though you made him wait for six hours.

He switches the television on in attempt to distract himself from your message.

‘Last night, a horrific murder happened within Brooklyn, as the body of a beheaded man was discovered outside of a local bodega. Witnesses claim that an alien disguised as a teenage girl had ripped off, and eaten the man’s head.’

“The hell?” Miles burrowed his brows upon being greeted with the news on television. “An alien?”

He watches as the screen switches over towards one of the witnesses, a scruffy man with reddened eyes— evidently too lost in whatever he was taking to speak too calmly.

“.. They’re prolly high as hell.”

‘I’m ain’t even [censored] with y’all— some [censored] ripped off Kyle’s head— it was a horrific looking piece of [censored] made out of black goo or whatever the [censored]. The government’s [censored] making alien [censored]!

‘So far, there have been no records of the scene, as the cameras had been blacked out.’

“What the f—“ Miles grew mindful of his language upon realizing his mother was in the other room. “How the hell did that even happen!? Blacked out my ass.”

It was more or less, likely a murder related to the elites. One of their kids must’ve been hanging out with those junkies and killed a man for fun.

A phone begins to ring. Miles turns his head.

“Miles, can you get that for me?” He heard his mother, who was too busy chopping up something, call out.

He turns off the television, hops out of the sofa and heads straight into his mother’s room. As he flicks the light open, a king-sized bed greets him with its gray, large glory. He used to jump on that bed too much when he was a kid. Now, it looked.. Desolate, and almost deserted. With how large the bed was, he couldn’t help but ponder how lonely his mother must’ve felt, sleeping in a bed less warmer than three years ago.

Miles passes by the closet, and after foraging for a bit, he manages to find his mother’s phone atop a drawer— swiftly grabbing the gadget before turning to leave.

As he turns, his foot accidentally nudges against a box.

He peers through it, before kicking it away.

Making his way back to the kitchen, he hands the ringing phone over to his mother before curtly returning to the room to close the lights.

But as his hands reached out towards the switch, his eyes were drawn back to the sight of the box.

It looked like it’d been cast aside beside the closet.

Hearing his mother speak over the phone lightheartedly, something about something. Miles trudges towards the orange, cardboard box, kneeling by the floor with a single knee down on the wood. His hand curiously glazes over the top, feeling a pile of dust collect over his fingers.

Hesitantly, he takes off the lid, finding a familiar white, collared shirt. He pulls it up to the ceiling light and watches as it unfolds into a larger sheet.

This belonged to his father’s.

He looks right back into the box, finding a pair of black, dress pants neatly folded into a square. Meekly, he tugs on it, hoping he wouldn’t uncover anything sinister like a severed hand or an eyeball. After pulling the whole thing out, a longer line of black unravels.

A strange array of emotions lingered inside him.

Nostalgia. Wrath. Happiness.

It smelled like dust, and it was forever devoid of its owner’s scent and warmth.

“Miles, do you want juice?”

“Huh? Y-yeah.” He stammered. “Grape juice would be nice.”

His mother’s comment slips past his ears. For a moment, he pondered about wearing this to the Sunday party, but he couldn’t help but think how it likely wouldn’t fit him. His father was a giant, and he was quite lanky.

Upon hearing his mother’s footsteps, Miles hurriedly and clumsily attempts to refold the clothes, only then hearing a soft clatter. He pivots his head to the side.

There was a USB.

“For the florals, I think daffodils would be great.”

Your hands skimmed across the air in attempt of drafting an idea. From afar, you manage to earn a wider view of the banquet hall. Workers left and right helped with tidying up the refectory, scrubbing up windows and mopping up the floors. “It would match the golden theme, don’t you think?” You asked of Charlotte, who nodded wobbly with her dire age.

As of that moment, you’d been preparing for the layout of the party. As much as you didn’t want to listen to Montrell’s suggestion, you figured getting on his bad side would be a bad move.

The fundraiser, originally hosted by your aunt, was planned out to gather enough money to support Senator Barlowe’s projects. Your family was to auction off high-priced materials such as clothes, jewelry, paintings, and even estates for the sake of meeting the goal. Which would also mean that the highest of the elite would be attending the party.

And you were less than thrilled to be its co-host.

Charlotte marvels at your suggestion, taking it with a smile but a pique. “However, daffodils can’t usually be placed with other flowers, so I’ll have to make a special request to the florist to do the preparations extensively.”

You raised a brow. “Why can’t they be placed together with other flowers?”

One of the maids carrying a porcelain vase walk past you, making you gently remind her to put it aside.

Charlotte parts her palms. “They secrete toxins into the water. So whenever it’s placed among other flowers, the rest die.”

“Oh,” You widened your gaze, processing this newly found information. “How did you know that?”

Charlotte blinked, trying to think back. “.. Well, daffodils were used for your mother and father’s wedding. It was a struggle, since the day of the wedding, half of the bouquet had already wilted.”

You stood back in surprise, crossing your arms before your chest. “Mama must’ve been furious.”

Charlotte shook her head. “Your father plucked flowers out from the gardens and made her a bouquet himself.”

Wait. What? WHAT?

Wow, who knew your daddy was quite the romantic?

I’m just as shocked as every other person.

“M-My father?” You dumbly repeated. “My father plucked out the flowers himself? Or was it Mr. Nigel?”

“Your father, himself, Miss.” Charlotte laughed, finding your shock to be quite amusing. “He’s quite great at it too— flower arrangement. Your grandmother taught him from an early age.”

“My father truly arranged the bouquet for him and mama’s wedding?” You couldn’t believe your ears. “He has that sort of talent?”

“Why, of course!” She beamed a warm beam. “Like you, he used to oversee the interior of the hotel. He has great taste when it comes to color, and you’ve inherited that side of him.”

You tried to think about it, your father— who was now an old man with a permanent sneer on his wrinkled lip— arranging flowers in his youth, picking out pastel and cream curtains for the parties, and overseeing the menu. It didn’t seem like something he’d do, at all. Then again, your mother used to describe him in a way that made it tragic.

A good man, never a good father. Torn between yearning to be held in arms that never welcomed him and finding his worth beyond the standard of his own father.

You tried to sympathize with him. Your father.

Though he was who he was, he cared about you, in a twisted, fucked-up way. Your engagement with Richard Fisk was privately decided after the hotel went near-bankrupt had it not been for the Fisks and their mystical talent for cover-ups— and your father simply took most of your managing rights away just so the family you’d marry into wouldn’t use you for their own greed.

The fate wasn’t entirely horrible either. You’d marry into new money, sure, but their wealth would most definitely preserve the comfortable life you’re living right now.

It was your own greed that was worsening you.

Your desire to have a tantamount of power.

But what if you never needed it?

“Miss!”

What if all you needed was a peaceful life? Marry into the Fisks, host parties, and care no more about anything?

“Miss [Y/n]!”

.. But what about Miles?

He hadn’t answered any of your texts yet.

“Miss [Y/n], a call.” One of your secretaries came crashing through the doors with his phone. How you hated that word. Call. A signal of what would definitely exhaust you. Where was Montrell? Why weren’t they calling out for him? Were you really the only one able to handle all the messes in here? Workers left and right stopped as he trudged up the stairs, nearly tossing the phone over to you. You slip it close to your ear, making your way down with each click of your heel.

Charlotte watches as you listen to the caller with such intent. Silently, you eyed your surroundings before heading out.

As you reached the patio, you looked out into the dimming violet evening that was fading out along with the scarlet of the sun. The caller rambles on, something along about the recent incident.

“I’ve bribed the higher-ups to rush the investigation and to arrest the witnesses. We’ll release the story that they had murdered their friend after taking drugs.”

“Good.” You plucked out your vape from your pockets. “Report to me immediately once you find all the records about their families and their identities.”

“Understood.” You hear the sound of Morrison’s computer typing. Likely writing up a list. “I’ve also halted the investigation of the fire. I’ve told your father the information was tracked from an accidental leak after a delivery of the samples to one of the families had the address exposed. Sir Anthony will have to take up the blame since it was his idea.”

You took a long huff. “Good job. You did well.”

The smoke lingers, and you close your eyes.

Sorry, Antonne. You’ll live, I guess.

“Morrison,” You called out to him. “.. How’s Miles?”

The typing comes to a halt. For a moment, the two of you shared a moment of silence. You picture him pushing his glasses up higher off the bridge of his nose.

“.. I’ve spent most of my attention on other things, so I haven’t been able to check up on him yet.”

“Ah, is that so?” You mumbled. “Never mind then, just continue on with halting the investigation. I’ll take care of the rest, and remember, if any of the witnesses start describing my face—“

Clack.

You turned your head.

What was that?

ＳＯＭＥＯＮＥ‘Ｓ　ＨＥＲＥ

No shit.

Beyond the gardens, the skies were beginning to dim. That familiar shade of magenta, it lingered like a ghost and it haunted you like your past. There was a click that set your mind off, and suddenly you couldn’t help but feel like the world was integrating itself into a technicolor, dotted comic.

Then and there, spying on you from the top of the six Corinthian columns of the garden, sat the young Prowler.

“Miss [Y/n]? You were saying?” Morrison pried from you.

You parted your phone from you ear, a side of your grin heightening into a catty smirk.

“… If any of them start describing my face, take care of it.”

Then and there, you ended the call with one light tap. You remained stubborn with your posture, seemingly amused and befuddled by it all while keeping your head high. The boy watched you curiously but stiffly, as if he were unsure of what to do. You were mutually frozen, but you couldn’t allow any sort of weakness to seep through the cracks of your confidence.

You took a step close, and he tenses. The sound of your heel clicking against the tiles sends an echo into the garden.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You greeted of him with sincere politeness, placing a hand over your hip. Was it an attempt to appear idle or what? “… It’s quite an honor to have you here as a guest.”

“Who are you?” The boy growled, voice delved baritones deep. “Really.”

You tilted your head.

“Who would you like me to be?”

His gauntlet unfolds, and suddenly, he launches himself at you, grabbing you by the neck.

[A/n: I PASSED MY FUCKING ENTRANCE EXAM GUYS]

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The Almost Breakup

note: short but i'm happy with it

also gonna get back into this story soon also if you have thoughts on this au (or any of my aus) please share i love hearing them <3

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y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight

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emails.tour.11: her and isla bonding is so cute

icarly_: Isla is so pretty

Metalhead_: she's such a slut

13taytay: JOJO!! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!?!

im.a.mirrorball: in her step-mom era

y/nismyqueen: where are y/n's shoes from?? very very important!

for_our_moony: prada i think, but steve madden makes a more affordable

CorrodedCoffinStan: he is to old for her, and now making her act like a mom to his daughter. disgusting.

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y/nupdates: Y/n was out with her new boyfriend, Eddie Munson's son. They went out to lunch together, and this is the first time we've seen them together.

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dog.loverrr: only 5 years between her and her boyfriends son..

princess.y/n: love seeing her with Leo not just isla

anna.frozen_: my worlds colliding

munson_86: fr been an Eddie fan for years and a Y/n fan since girl meets world

y/nswifey: forever in love with Leo Munson

philly_eagles.fan: i think they should date instead of her and his dad, the age gap is gross

Eddie and Y/n have been together for 6 months now, about the time Eddie’s relationships would end, without the women ever meeting his kids and never any ‘I love you’s. But everything was going well, and though Y/n had met Isla when she met Eddie they had gotten really close, and she had now met Leo and despite all expectations that went well. Y/n and Leo had become friends of sorts. But no matter how happy he was, how happy she made him, Eddie started pulling away. He couldn’t help it. He loved her, yes. Not that he’d told her yet. He loved his kids first, and he has to put them first, always will.

Y/n was now on the international leg of her tour, and they haven’t talked in a while, always seeming to miss each other. This was giving Eddie the space he needs to think about their relationship. Not without zero help from his kids.

“Is Y/n going to come here after her shows in Europe are over?” Isla asked, pushing her vegetables across her plate with her fork, then picking up her knife to saw the broccoli in two.

“Um- I’m not sure, kid.” The man mumbles, hoping Isla will move on after not getting an answer.

“Why not?”

“Isla-”

“Can you ask-”

“Isla! Finish your dinner, or if you're done take your plate to the kitchen.” Sighing, Isla got up grabbing her plate to the kitchen and stomping upstairs to her room. After hearing the slamming the teens door, Eddie gets up to start loading the dishwasher. Leo, who was over for dinner, like he often did, walked over to his dad, placing his plate next to the sink. Then rounding the island, to sit at a bar stool.

“So.. What’s with your attitude?” This causes Eddie to look up from his task, giving his son a look that could kill.

“Leo, we're not talking about this.”

“No. We have to. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You get so sensitive everytime we mention Y/n lately. Are you not talking? Please don’t break up with this one, I actually like her.”

“Leo. I ca-”

“No. You love her! And I guess that scares you, because every relationship you’ve had since mom has had this 6 month timer and that timer has gone off, and you're not ready. Or it scares you that she’s so close to us. And that if you ever break up Isla would be heartbroken.”

Eddie takes a moment, thinking over what Leo has said, and scarily accurate it is, and since when was Leo that smart?

“Leo?... Could you stay here with Isla for a few days?”

“Yeah.” Leo says, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Here Y/n was sitting in her hotel in Paris, staring at her phone, looking at a voicemail Eddie had left. It’s time. He’s going to break up with her; she just knows it. Her and Leo went out a couple weeks ago and he had let slip of Eddie’s 6 month timer on relationships, of course that was followed with Leo’s reassurance that he could feel she was different. But that didn’t cure her anxiety.

Because since she left for tour, they haven’t talked, like Eddie has been avoiding her. She had written a break-up song about him for fucks sake, they’re not even broken up yet. But now he was going to break up with her, over a voicemail at that.

Ripping the band-aid off, Y/n finally presses play on the voicemail.

“Hey, Y/n-” God her first name, it’s really happening “-um, I have a lot of this to say, but I can’t say it over the phone. So I’ll talk to you later. I care about you. I know it hasn’t felt like it, and that’s part of what I need to talk about. I just need you to remember that. I care about you. Okay. Bye.”

At least he was planning on letting her down easy. Guess that’s a plus. Pouring herself a glass of wine from the overpriced display hotels have, Y/n sits down at the dining table, staring at the abstract painting across from her. After what felt like an hour of staring, which in actuality it was 10 minutes, the young woman hears the click of the hotel door. It startles her back into a conscious state, wondering why her assistant Andrea, the only other person with a key card, was entering her room at this hour.

“Andrea?” Turning the corner, Y/n comes face to face with the older, taller man. “Eds… Wha- what are you doing here?”

“Did you not get my voicemail?” He asks, as if that voicemail held any answers.

“Yeah, but.. It was pretty vague.” Her reply caused Eddie to smile.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I was in a rush. Packing, getting the jet ready.” Silence came over the two. Awkward silence. The couple had never been in awkward silence for the entirety of their relationship, always talking, never a pause in their banter. They had comfortable silence at night, staring into each other's eyes. But never was it awkward between them.

“You’ve been avoiding my calls.”

“I’ve been avoiding your calls.” The two spoke at the same time, before Eddie continues, “I’m sorry. It’s just- Ever since my relationship with my ex-wife, my relationships have had this 6 month lifespan. And when they get close to 6 months I get ready to end things.” Here it comes the ‘it’s not you, it’s me and my commitment issues’ “But that didn’t happen with you.” Oh. “With you, you met Isla and Leo no woman I’ve been with has gotten there, and they like you! And that’s fucking scarry. So the thought of us ever breaking up and what that would do to Isla.. It killed me, so I wanted to get ahead of it, y’know break up with you before she got even more attached, but I couldn’t so I just avoided you. Which was the wrong choice because that just caused you and me more pain. So.. I came here to tell you that.. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back, but I need you to know that I’m in, and this relationship it’s not just you and me anymore, my kids are in this. And I have to think about them and I need to know that you will also think about them.”

Throughout that long winded explanation, all Y/n could think about is that Eddie is not breaking up with her, and that he loves her. He, Eddie Munson, playboy, rock legend loved her.

“Eds, I love you too.” After she said the three little magic words, Eddie leaps towards her, his lips smashing against hers. Their lips moving in sync, Eddie’s tongue tempting her lips to widen, to allow his tongue and hers to fight for dominance. Y/n’s lips grant Eddie’s tongue entrance while Eddie has her distracted by his tongue, his hands slip downwards to her thighs gripping them for support to lift the woman onto the dining table, leaning her back and lifting his lips from hers to be able to talk once again. The disconnection of their lips leave the couple breathless, panting, and staring into eachothers eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The couple wake up the next morning, sunlight seeping through the sheer curtains, legs tangled together, Y/n moving to put her cold feet on Eddie’s legs to warm them.

“Ah! Get your feet off me. They’re cold.” Eddie mumbles into his hair, before turning his body to face Y/n, he was the little spoon last night.

“I know! That’s why I want you to warm them.” The short woman says in a ‘duh’ tone. Wiggling her feet between his calves, Eddie grabs her ankles, moving onto his back and pulling her to straddle him. Her bare core, resting on his v-line, as the two were still naked from last night's activities.

“Hi.”

“Hi, darling.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” The older man brings his hand to his girl's jaw, his thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek.

“I love you.” This causes Eddie to let out a deep chuckle, as the two have said this about 30 times since he first did last night.

“I love you too.”

“So.. Now that we’re in love or whatever.” “‘Whatever’” “I want you to meet my parents… In a couple months when I get a break from tour. What do you think about that?” Y/n was worried about asking Eddie this, it felt so juvenile, but Eddie has never once made her feel bad about their age gap, one of the many things she loved about him.

“I would love to. And in the summer, I would really love you coming with me and the kids to Hawkins, meet my uncle and my hometown friends?”

“I would love to meet the man that raised my amazing man. I’ll have to thank him y’know. A lot.”

“Of course, he did a great job.”

“Oh shut up. I also really want to meet your friends. What are they like?”

“Well theirs the Hellfire boys, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will. They’re a couple years younger than me, all married, all have kids. Mike and Will are married, they adopted a few. Then there’s Steve. He has a kid Leo’s age.. Then Robin, she got married to this girl from high school, Vicky, me and Steve totally got them together but she won’t admit it. They’re all great, and I can’t wait for you to meet them.”

“I want to go to.. Italy. Have you been?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

“I’ve always wanted to go.”

“I’ll take you.”

The two have been laying on their backs staring at the ceiling, talking all about the places they’ve been and want to go. The couple haven't left the bed all day, just to go to the bathroom, and Eddie once to grab them food, all while still naked, just how they liked it.

“I wrote a breakup song about you.. Before everything, when I thought we were going to break up.” She added the last part quickly after her pause.

“Anything bad about me?” Eddie asks, clearly making a joke out of it, something Y/n was thankful for, he could always tell when she needed him to be serious and when she needed him to be jokey, another thing she loved about him.

“No, of course not. Just about how it would be super hard for me if we did break up.”

“Then good thing we didn’t.” He says, pressing his lips gently against hers.

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DEANCAS AU FIC REC MASTERPOST

Although I loved all of these fics, the ones with stars next to them are my absolute favourites! Happy reading! ♡

One million fires burning ☆

Dean Winchester teaches three classes a day, tutors after school, and chairs the English Department for Lawrence High School. He does enough.

Unfortunately, his boss doesn't feel the same and informs him that he has a new job: co-coaching the school's trivia team. His co-coach? None other than the school's golden boy, Castiel Milton. Who Dean can't stand, for various reasons, all of which are valid, thank you very much. And the fact that Dean can't stop talking about the stick up Cas's, sorry, Milton's ass?

Completely irrelevant.

Should have just asked ☆

Despite their age gap and differing social circles, Castiel has struck up a warm friendship with Mary Winchester, a wealthy widowed socialite. When Castiel needs a place to stay, Mary invites him into her house, where there’s loads of spare room. Castiel’s aware that they make an odd pair, but he doesn’t fully realize how things look to outsiders, especially to Mary’s eldest son. All Dean Winchester sees is that his mom has apparently hooked up with a hot young guy (who is totally Dean’s type) and that makes things… weird.

Living in agony ☆

Dean Winchester's life is... well, it's not great. He's a gym teacher, he's in his thirties, and he can't seem to keep any part of his life straight. When the aftermath of a one-night stand goes awry, Dean is dragged kicking and screaming out of his cozy little closet and into the harsh light of reality.

Enter: Castiel Novak, the new history teacher, who knows full well that life gets crappy when you don't allow yourself to live it in the way it needs to be lived.

The last great race

There is a race that takes place every year in Alaska called the Iditarod, a thousand mile journey across the Alaskan wilderness by dog sled team that has come to be known as "The Last Great Race on Earth”. It is a test of endurance, of the relationship between dogs and their people, traversing mountain ranges, frozen rivers, forest and tundra.

When writer Castiel Milton is forced to spend two and a half months in Alaska at Winchester Kennels to cover the race preparations and the Iditarod itself, the only person more dismayed than he is Dean Winchester, one of his hosts. Castiel views his assignment as a punishment and is less than impressed by his surly host, and Dean distrusts the sheltered city-born writer who has invaded their home and their lives. But soon, as the Winchesters prepare for their race and Castiel learns about sled dogs and what a musher’s lifestyle is all about, they forget to hate each other and their relationship evolves into something neither of them expected.

Starstruck ☆

From the outside Castiel Novak looks like a regular guy: a good job, two teenage kids, a nice house and a crappy car he’s way too attached to.

But there’s one thing no one knows about him: that, over twenty years ago, he used to live next to none other than Dean Winchester – back then a brash and loud-mouthed boy and nowadays a huge movie star and Hollywood’s sweetheart.

Castiel never bothered to tell anyone about his childhood friend because frankly, who would believe him? Probably even Dean himself already forgot about his former awkward and weird neighbor, so Castiel seriously doesn’t see any point in mentioning the whole thing ever.

But then an interview on national TV happens where Dean reveals way more about his past than ever before … and Castiel - as well as the rest of the world - suddenly realizes that he left a much bigger impact on Dean’s life than he originally thought.

Russian to the altar ☆

“I need you to marry Castiel.”

They weren’t the words Dean expected to hear from his business partner’s mouth before their bakery-slash-chocolate shop opened for the day. He’d been quite happy being single—and who the fuck was Castiel, anyway?

It turned out that Castiel was a Russian erotic novelist in need of a ticket to America, and Dean… well, Dean was a last resort.

I wanna get outside (of me) ☆

Dean is a novice in the dom/sub world asked by his employer as a desperate last resort to be a sub for his recluse of a brother, Castiel. Castiel is a diagnosed OCD suffering from PTSD and agoraphobia, mysophobia, and dystychiphobia. Needless to say—he’s a mess who hasn’t stepped out of his home in literally seven years. The only times Gabriel can see traces of the way his brother used to be is when he feels in control—specifically when he has control over a sub. However, due to his idiosyncrasies and paranoia, keeping a sub around has been impossible. Enter Dean, who’s not a very traditional submissive, to try his hand at subbing for the hermit.

Painted angels ☆

Author Castiel Novak has finally hit the big time, with a book based on his failed college relationship with a brilliant painter. He's put all his pain behind him, but at a book signing, he comes face to face with Dean Winchester for the first time in twelve years, and the reunion doesn't go like Cas hoped. Dean's a broken man, with a lot of scars and secrets, shoulders weighed down by his demons and self loathing.

Cas sees a second chance with the man he's never stopped loving, but Dean's moved on, and is about to get married. Sam launches a "brilliant" plan to reunite his brother and his best friend, but Cas is worried it will all blow up in their faces, and he'll go through the agony of losing Dean a second time.

Texas state of mind

Dean Winchester was once an award winning country music star, but fame came too early. Now, he’s fifteen years sober and owns a ranch in western Texas. He’s happy with his life. He has horses, a nice herd of cattle and so what, if he’s alone. He tells his friends that he’s happily single. Back when he was touring, men and women threw themselves at him – but he knew they only wanted him for his fame.

Cas Novak just won his fifth CMA award. He loves singing, but the touring was getting old. Living in a bus nine months out of the year was slowly destroying his creativity. He hasn’t written anything new in over a year. Then he hears an old song on the radio. He vaguely remembers the handsome singer and wondered whatever happened to him. Before he knew it, he'd written a new song. The only problem was…it was a duet. A duet that could only be sung with a voice like Winchester’s.

After locating the man’s ranch, Cas makes a surprise visit. Will he be able to talk Dean into joining him on stage after all these years? Will the two men find what they’ve been looking for all their lives – someone to share a future with?

If angels were men

Castiel Novak was raised by a hunting father, but he left that life behind for college and a flower shop. When his father is killed by a demon, Cas jumps back in the game and finds himself constantly running in the presence of the Winchester brothers, who are searching for their own father. They seem to be everywhere he turns, and at some point they become friends, then a team, then, maybe, in the case of Dean Winchester, something more.

Vagabonds ☆

Dean is a sheriff in a tiny town in Colorado, restless and unsatisfied with his life. It's not like what he's read about in the dime novels since he was little, capturing dangerous outlaws and being the last word of the law. More like tossing the town drunk in a cell to sober up when they get a little too rowdy.

But Dean's chance comes when a thief rolls through their town. He pursues the thief, which puts him right into the path of Emmanuel, a notorious outlaw. When he is captured by the outlaw and his gang to be held for ransom, Dean starts off on a journey he could have never envisioned, and learns that perhaps there's more to Emmanuel than meets the eye.

Four letter word for intercourse ☆

As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties.

What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right?

(It's probably a bad idea, but he really can't help himself.)

Any little heartbreak ☆

Dean Winchester knows everything there is to know about the human heart.

Well.

Anatomically speaking.

Get some

Very slowly, Dean turns. 'How'd you know I was here about a room?'

'Power of deduction,' says Castiel, leaning against the doorway. 'I mean, you're not after pot, and I'm pretty sure we haven't slept together.' He grins wolfishly, gaze sliding over Dean's body. 'You, I'd remember.'

Dean's been hit on by guys before, but never so blatantly, let alone by a semi-naked dude in a kimono. A hot blush warms his cheeks, and he covers his shock with cockiness, tilting his head and grinning. 'Sorry to disappoint you, Cas, but I don't swing that way.'

Castiel throws back his head and laughs. 'And you want to live here? What, did your friends put you up to this?'

'Actually, yeah.' Dean raises an eyebrow. 'Is that a problem for you?'

What i need

A joking phrase commonly heard between a surgeon and his tech is "Give me what I need, not what I ask for." Dr. Novak and his tech Dean will soon learn the impact this phrase has on life outside the operating room.

Mad at your dad? ☆

Dean wasn’t sure why he was even scrolling through Craigslist. Especially not the casual encounters section. It was four days before Thanksgiving. Not like he was gonna try and hook up with someone before that shitstorm. After, sure, but not before.

He kept scrolling, though, not clicking anything until a title caught his eye.

Alone on Thanksgiving? Mad at your dad? I am a 28 year old male felon who has no degree, but has studied enough theologies of the world, behavioral psychology, and philosophy to set your whole family’s teeth on edge—no matter which way they lean, politically, religiously or in terms of neuroses. I drive a van the same age as me that’s got a mural on the side of an angel holding an orgy. I can play between the ages of 20-30 depending on whether I shave. I live off an inheritance, and sell weed on the side. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship (monogamous or polyamorous, whichever sounds most like it would freak out su familia) with you (and/or others), to torment your family, I’m game...

(dis)affection ☆

When Dean and Castiel are tricked to go on a date, neither is happy about this. To get back at their deceitful friends, they hatch the perfect plan: pretend to be dating, and gross out their friends with their over-the-top, disgustingly cute romantic relationship – and then break up in the most despicable manner imaginable. As it turns out, you can learn a lot from someone just by pretending affection.

Ninety one whiskey ☆

In the spring of 1944, the 104th Medical Battalion of the United States Army is disbanded, and its men reassigned to various infantry companies in preparation for their invasion of occupied France. For First Lieutenant Novak, this is less than helpful, as he has so far met his platoon’s designated medic a grand total of twice, and has both times found Sergeant Winchester to be the optimum combination of reckless, arrogant, and downright insufferable so as to make cohesive platoon function near impossible. When the time comes to move out, however, Castiel has to reconcile himself to the fact that men are going to go down and trust that Dean Winchester may well be the only person who can put them back together again. WW2 ETO infantry AU.

The breath of all things

Dean Winchester was twenty-six years old when a car accident killed his father and left him paralysed from the waist down. A year and a half later, Dean is in a wheelchair and lives in a care home in Kansas, where he spends his days waiting to die. It's only when Castiel Novak starts volunteering at the care home that Dean starts to wonder if a changed life always equals a ruined one.

If you'd have been the one

A boy sits on the front steps, his dark hair a wild mess. A gingerbread boy, Dean thinks. Dressed in pressed slacks and a sweater-vest to match his father’s. He looks about Dean’s age; maybe they’ll be in the same class. That wouldn’t be too bad, unless he’s mean. He could be mean; a lot of kids are mean to him, so he has to be mean back.

He hopes this one is nice.

...

In the year 1986, at seven years old, Dean Winchester meets Castiel Novak.

Eleven years go by, then eight, then three.

Somewhere along the way, things start to change.

Spirit of the west ☆

Dean grew up on a horse farm and can't imagine any other life. There are drawbacks to working for his father, but they're worth it if it means remaining with his beloved horses. Besides, between his broken arm and his lack of prospects, he hasn't got much else.

Something of an outsider, Dean always feels like there's something he's missing. But this tense summer brings back a figure from his past: years ago, a teenaged Cas worked for a season at the Winchester ranch. His return could change everything.

If you ever wanted a 90s horse girl book, but starring a young Dean Winchester, this is your fic.

Guns and wings

Dean Winchester is the sheriff in the small town of Sioux Falls, along with his deputy (and brother) Sam. Life there is calm and normal, easy to manage with the occasional problems. That is until the Garrison gang sends an assassin to kill one of their beloved citizens. Dean is ready to hang the man for his crimes, when the outlaw gives him a deal he can't pass up. The whole Garrison gang. Dean and the criminal, Castiel, set off to find the gang; enemies working towards a common goal. Dean is determined to hate Castiel, but the longer they journey together and the more he finds out about the outlaw the harder it becomes to deny the feelings he begins to have for the man. But he's the sheriff and he has a job to do, he can't fall in love with a criminal... Right?

Life was a willow

When Dean’s favorite author becomes a regular at his bar, Dean knows he’s done for. He never could have anticipated the intense feelings that blossomed for the talented Castiel. There’s just one thing standing in his way of being with Castiel the way he truly wants: Castiel is waiting for his soulmate.

Dean has spent his entire life hating the concept of soulmates. He just wants to live his life without the universe intervening. If the only way he can keep Castiel in his life is by swallowing his feelings, then that’s what he’ll do.

300cc ☆

300 Complementary Characters: a forum on Kansas City University’s student website. You can write whatever you want, but it has to be 300 characters or less.

Dean is crushing hard on Sam’s TA, but it feels different than it has before; it feels like he needs to do it properly, to have a grand declaration and to prove that romance isn’t dead. What better way to profess his feelings than posting a poem on 300cc?

Castiel is torn. There’s no mistaking the poem is for him, but who could be posting them? Despite being very tempted by the very attractive new light and sound engineer that will be working on the play he has written, Castiel can’t ignore the feeling that he and the anonymous Poet are meant to be together.

A comedy of errors, mutual pining, and erotic poetry.

Satin and sawdust ☆

When Castiel moves out of Jimmy's house and into his own place for the first time, he saves money on buying a home by investing in a Fixer-Upper. He knows nothing about how to fix the many problems the house has, but he figures he's smart enough to figure it out. Unfortunately it's not too long before he learns that he's way in over his head.

Thankfully his new neighbor Dean is a handyman, and agrees to help him out. He knows Dean has a bit of a crush on him, but he's not taking advantage of it, really. Dean's a great guy, and quickly becomes a good friend.

But a flash of satin under Dean's toolbelt changes everything.

Stay with me, sweetheart ☆

“Alright Cas, here comes the hard part. We’re gonna get you out of here, but we’ve gotta take the roof off and while we do that, we’re gonna have to cover you with a sheet to protect you from the glass. I’ll be right here though. I’m not going anywhere.”

As he starts to drift away, he suddenly feels the press of Dean’s forehead against his own through the rough fabric and hears that warm, sunlit voice murmer quietly in his ear, too low to be overheard by the firefighters currently working to remove the SUV’s roof, “Stay with me, Sweetheart.”

A single moment's distraction ends with a serious car accident that leaves Castiel trapped in his vehicle. Fortunately for him, fire fighter Dean Winchester is there, never leaving Castiel's side as the rest of his company work to free him from the mangled remains of his SUV.

When the two meet again in the ICU, Castiel finds himself just as drawn to and comforted by the handsome fireman as he was during his accident. Dean is certainly attractive, but single father Castiel doesn't have time or space in his life for a romantic relationship.

Then again, there's no harm in making a new friend, is there?

And this, your living kiss

Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.

Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen.

Sometimes you'll find that i'm out of my mind ☆

Castiel returns from the Empty, and Dean worries obsessively. Dean also sleeps on the floor in Cas' room, which he admits is weird, but at least he's sleeping.

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Distraction

Pairing: Kim Hingjoong x reader

Summary: “It’s not far that your sitting here feeling like shit, let me help you feel better”

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Fluffy smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Please enjoy. 😊

You smiled as the room filled with loud cheers and people laughter. This party you attended as a plus one was going well, but being that the place was crowded, you were in desperate need of some air and silence.

That being said, you took that moment as a chance to disappear out into the back yard. Ignoring the cold, it felt good compared to how hot it was inside. A small sigh left your painted red lips as you quickly found a spot to sit down.

Pulling out your phone you checked the time, it was almost 2 am. Damn, good thing tomorrow was the weekend. But still you wanted sleep and fuzzy pajamas over the skin tight dress and heels.

The sound of the door opening and closing quickly but quietly made you look up. The guy who this party was for had stepped outside himself and had yet to notice your presence. By his posture and walk, you could tell he was intoxicated.

You watched as he fumbled to pull out his phone and began making a phone call. Whoever answered it, began swearing and yelling so loud, you could hear it. He swore back at the person and began asking why. Damn sis, he was going through it. He hung up the phone and as he did, he finally looked up and his eyes landed on you.

He became embarrassed but you could see how heartbroken he was as tears slipped from his drunk face. You approached him, disregarding the fact that you didn’t know him. You hugged him and he broke down in tears.

After some time he calmed down, you’d sat him down and at some point you went inside quickly and grabbed some napkins to wipe his face. He spilled his drunken guts, explaining his situation, to a complete stranger and you listened and comforted him. When he was done and a little sober, he thanked you and asked your name, just as the person who brought you called your name.

You exchanged names and numbers. You learned his name was Hongjoong and he waved goodbye as others from inside came out to bring him back inside. All the while, you couldn’t help think, who in their right mind would cheat on him?………

One month later, and here you were again, sitting in bar, your friend thought it’d be a good idea to hangout with Hongjoong and a few other people you met at the party. There were only four of you sitting at the table, chatting and talking. Hongjoong was sitting next you, you’d been texting each other since that night. So you we’re pretty much friends at the moment.

Everything was going well, until, a girl you’d never seen before walked up to the table and tapped him on the shoulder. Everyone grew quiet as the atmosphere began to dim down. You were confused by the sudden shift in mood, you went to ask your friend on the opposite side of you a question but the girl had begun to speak.

“You must be his new girlfriend,” she assumed looking at you with a fake smile, “you moved on quickly didn’t you?” She looked at Hongjoong and her smile dropped.

“Don’t start,” he warned, “just go away.”

“I just wanted to see if you could do better that me, but I see you can’t.” She issued an unnecessary insult.

“Excuse me,” you started with a cold smirk, everyone looked at you, and your friend grabbed you knowing your temper, “you don’t know me,” you went to stand up but your friend was holding you down in your seat.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at you and then looked back at Hongjoong, who was clenching his jaw in aggravation.

“When you’re done with her, you ca-” She started to offer.

“Just go away,” Hongjoong demanded cutting her off, “I’m surprised you have the nerve to come over here with your bullshit.”

“Are you mad at me because I said something to her?” She scoffed. When no one answered she left as quickly as she came. But the mood was still down, you sighed as your friends decided to dismiss themselves to the restroom. Leaving you and Hongjoong alone.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” You asked him coolly, “she doesn’t know me.”

A small smile graced his lips at your response, before he could respond. You followed up with a joke or two, causing him to laugh. He called you lame, as you started to banter back and forth.

“Thank you.” He said after some time had passed.

“For what?” You asked confused.

“For distracting me.” He answered.

You giggled at him, brushing it off, but he was serious. You distracted him that night at the party and even over texts from the last month. Now you’d distracted him from the encounter with his ex. Making it seem like it happened days ago, when it fact happened moments ago.

After your friends finally appeared, they were sorta surprised that the mood was light and happy again and so quickly. But no one dwindled on it, after a few more drinks and more talking, it was time to go home. But your friends wanted to keep going so, you split up again. Leaving you alone with Hongjoong.

You guys walked and talked about random stuff, at some point you guys decided to stop at a convenience store to grab a quick to drink and snack to wash down the alcohol. The moment you entered the store though, your smile fell slightly at the sight in front of you. His ex was there, with some dude.

Hongjoong looked over at what you were looking at, you thought he’d stop smiling but, he didn’t. He kept on talking and smiling as if she wasn’t there. You’re ass seeming concerned but knowing better than to ask, you followed him over to the drinks.

As he was asking what would be better juice or water, she began to walking around the aisle like she was looking for something. This bitch had some serious ego to do this. Hongjoong called your name and you looked at him.

“I’ll take a water,” you answered, “I’m too thirsty for juice.”

“What about chips?” He asked as he grabbed both your beverages out of the cooler.

“Whatever you like is fine,” you answered returning the smile he was giving you.

Now bitch, this man took that as an opportunity to give you brief peck on the lips. To say you were stunned would be an understatement. Your hand flew to your lips as you stared at him red faced and shook. Very much taken very far aback.

“I’m sorry, baby” He apologized, “I was distracted and I couldn’t help it.”

You blinked and spoke without thinking, “You know a voicemail would’ve been a nice warning.” You stated as you gave him the skeptical side eye and followed behind him as he walked to the register.

You went to pull out your wallet but, Miss. Ma’am, he stopped you and paid for everything quickly. He then took your hand, causing you to look at him wide eyed as he pulled you out of the store with him. Leaving his ex standing there looking as foolish as her ego.

Once outside, you pulled away and stared at him for a second before you started hitting him, he began dodging you and running. All the while you were telling him off for not asking before using you in his little plan to make his ex feel small. He kept saying he was sorry, but you were on his ass like rain. Chasing and running around made you tired as fuck, but it was a good thing you made it to your destination.

Walking inside your small apartment, you flipped on lights out of breathe and sat down on the floor by the couch. Hongjoong followed suit, sitting on the floor beside you. It was quiet for a second, you looked over at him as he locked eyes with you. Not a second later you jumped onto him, but to no avail, he’d grabbed your wrist as he fell backwards, laughing at you the entire time.

“I said I was sorry!” He protested laughing at your attempts to try and kick his ass.

“No you’re not, next time warn me before using me like that! You did it on purpose!” You fussed as you freed one of your wrist. You managed to hit him one time but didn’t get any further because he started tickling you, causing you to cry out in laughter as you attempted to stop him.

Eventually you begged for mercy, promising to give up. Out of energy, you let go of all your weight on him, laying on his chest. A moment later and you felt his body shake a little. He was quietly sobbing, again. But you could understand, they’d been together for a long time and she’d been playing behind his back the entire time.

You sat up, straddling him now and wiped his face. He covered his face in attempt to hide how pathetic he felt, but you, for some god forsaken reason, pulled his hands away and kissed him. While placing his hands on your waist, he kissed you back surprisingly. Pulling away, you stayed inches away from his face, the tips of your noses touched.

“I’m sorry,” Hongjoong apologized, “this is the second time I’ve cried in front of you.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered as he pecked your lips, “I don’t mind, remember, I’m a distraction, use me to feel better.”

“That’s not fair to you.” He replied seriously finally looking at you.

“It also isn’t fair for you to be here feeling like shit while she’s fucking off.” You reasoned, “besides, I don’t mind being a distraction.”

You kissed him again and brushed the few remaining tears from his eyes. Truthfully, you’d gotten to know him with the last two months of meeting and since then, you’d grown to care for him deeply as a person. His sadness hurt you more than it should, but no one knew that.

“Y/N,” Hongjoong sighed breaking away from you and sitting up now, with you still straddling his lap, “stop, distraction or not, what about after?”

“Don’t worry about after, ” you replied flat out as you pulled your shirt over your head, “don’t think,” you placed your arms around his neck, “I just want you to feel good.”

He searched your eyes for any sign of uncertainty and found none. But what he did find was the fact that you indeed looked hot and fuckable at the moment. Your pretty lips, that he couldn’t resist earlier were moving, what they were saying was unbeknownst to him.

Hongjoong abruptly cupped your cheeks in his large hands and kissed you, finally caving in to his body’s reaction towards you. You both became quickly entangled in the moment of pure arousal. His hands wondered about, aimlessly and now needy his felt up your curves, loving your soft and smooth flesh.

Your hand made contact with his belt as you fumbled to find your way into his pants. His cock throbbing as you freed it, rubbing your palm against it, Hongjoong let out a breath a shaky breath as he pulled away from you.

He went for your chest and neck, kissing them eagerly as you rubbed his cock at an even pace. Fully into it now Hongjoong breath was shaky to stifle his moans as his stomach clenched up. But the moment you started to go down on him he stopped you.

“No,” he voiced, pulling you back up, from your kissing his stomach and chest, “these,” he gripped your chin and brushed his thumb across your lip, “are not make for that.”

Hongjoong kissed you again, but briefly and pulled away, “Just rub me,” he urged placing your hand right back onto his hard cock, “if you’re going to be a distraction, than do what I say.”

“Then that would make me your toy.” You commented as he kissed your neck.

He pulled away and looked at you finally with hooded eyes, “Isn’t that what you want?” He asked.

You scoffed and smirked at him as you began rubbing him and kissing him………..

How interesting, he didn’t want to take advantage of you. But you so openly offered yourself to him and once the wheels started turning, he’d become somewhat different. And that was a low key hot. A few months came and went, for the most part, it was as if nothing happened. But every now and again, you’d find yourself lip locked with him when you were alone. Or you’d both be helping the other ride the wave of bliss.

So, that being said, here you were, minding your own business when, you bumped into her. You didn’t see her, but she saw you. Coming out of a coffee shop, too busy on your phone texting your boss that you’d finished running the errand he sent you on and that you were headed back.

She stopped you by stepping in way, blocking your path and you looked up. Confused, you looked her up and down and tried to step around her but she wouldn’t move.

“How are you,” she started folding her arms, “are you still sleeping with him?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, “Find something important to do.” You sighed.

“This is important,” she smirked.

“Look what I do has nothing to do with you. I don’t even know you.” You explained not in the mood.

“But your sleeping with my boyfriend.” She blurted out.

Your jaw dropped, the audacity, “You don’t have a boyfriend. Remember, you did a lot of dirt. And honestly, who I’m sleeping with is none of your business.”

She scoffed and pulled out her phone, playing video of you sitting in Hongjoong’s lap topless making out. You were shook, but said nothing and showed no emotion towards the video. As she spoke again.

“He sent this to me a while ago, technically we weren’t broken up when he sent me this.” She commented.

You smiled, “Is that so, good for you, I’ve got some work to do, so goodbye.” You shoved passed her finally.

You went back to work, but you couldn’t help but wonder how and when did Hongjoong take such an illustrious video. You thought about it so hard that you managed to come up with a when. That time you were going to town on his neck, his phone had rung, he didn’t answer, but you remembered him swearing and being on his phone for a few moments before putting it away.

The encounter with Hongjoong’s ex was long since gone from your mind. Like bitch you literally forgot about it, because low key, you just didn’t care. Sitting outside on a park bench with friends was fine and dandy, it was something like a picnic with friends but at night. One of your friends brought a guy who looked somewhat familiar.

He introduced himself to everyone, smiling as he did, his eyes stayed on you longer than necessary. You brushed it off as nothing and kept talking to your friends. Everything was going fine when Hongjoong finally showed up. He apologized for being late but no one was holding it against him. New guy was talking to you, trying to get to know you, Hongjoong sat on the opposite side of you.

You gave him a glance and went back to answering the question. A few minutes later, the new guy asked you if you were interested in dating him. You giggled thinking it was a joke, Hongjoong, who was talking to someone else, placed a hand on your lower back. He wasn’t paying attention to his actions, maybe it was because he felt comfortable next to you. Or maybe it was the drinks, either way you made no moves to remove his hand.

The guy seemed to notice and asked you were dating anyone and you replied no with a smile. As more time progressed, you’d eventually lend back an onto Hongjoong’s chest. At some point he was sitting behind you. He didn’t budge or make any moves to stop you as he ate chips, at some point he feed you one as everyone lay listening to a story being told by a friend.

Someone spotted a group walking towards your groups little late night picnic session. It was Miss. ma’am and her crew of three other girls. You nor Hongjoong were paying attention, because he thought it be a good idea to flick your forehead causing you to silently bicker with him. But the moment his name was called, you both looked up curiously.

“Damn, it’s like that?” Some one asked.

You both looked confused as fuck, not realizing what you both were doing. His ex and her crew were conversing with the new guy and someone else as to why she wasn’t welcome. She wasn’t taking a hint, she wanted drama. But she wasn’t getting any, as Hongjoong was to engrossed and distracted, he picking at you.

You heard both your names being called, just as Hongjoong had begun playing with your hands. Finally you the two of you looked up.

“Sooo,” one of them started, “are you guys dating, because that looks like flirting.”

“No!” You both answers at the same time, in the same tone.

Looking around, you realized you’d been caught. The look you both received made you swear inwardly as you stood up, “it’s not like that,” you explained, “we’re just friend.”

“Ha,” his ex started outing your business and brought up the video.

Hongjoong finally stood up and pulled you up from the ground, he dusted himself off and while everyone was looking the other way, he pulled you along with him swiftly without being noticed. A few blocks later and you were in his apartment, backed up against the front door with him eating at your neck.

Both your phones rang after some time of making out, the constant ringing made him huff and answer it. He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the couch and sat down, pulling you into his lap.

“Hello,” he answered as he gestured for you to continue, you did, you kissed his neck and placed your hands under his shirt, “we left, why?” He answered the questions that were being asked.

“Well,” he continued with a sigh, “I don’t care,” he threw his head back on the back of the couch as you pulled at his pants. He put the phone of speaker and tossed it beside him before pulling his shirt over his head.

“If you guys are seeing each other why didn’t you just come out with it? We brought him here because hook him up with Y/N.”

“Ha,” Hongjoong replied after taking your shirt off and unhooking your bra, he mumbled that it was his favorite color before speaking out loud enough for them to hear, “that’s cute,” he remarked, “but she’s mine at the moment.”

“What the hell has gotten into both of you?” Your friend chimed in with an attitude.

No answer came, as you’d pulled Hongjoong’s pants down, he cupped your cheek with one hand and felt up your ass with the other. More talking could be heard on the phone, it annoyed Hongjoong, so he let out and exaggerated and irritated huff.

“What we do is none of her business. She came to stir up shit, that’s her problem. Right now I’m busy, have a good life.” He picked up the phone and hung it up, or so he thought. He looked at you as he tossed it to the side, “take it off,” he demanded in a low voice, “stop teasing me.”

You blinked at him, biting your lips, what the actual fuck was going through his head. It made you hot and slightly nervous. Well ma’am, he wanted all of you and he was outright demanding it.

“Do I have to do it for you,” he started again, “do it while I’m asking nicely.”

You hesitated for a brief second before taking off the rest of your clothes, you didn’t realize it, but it was you who hung up the phone finally. And good thing you did, because his next words shook you and made you soaking wet.

“On your knees, now,” he demanded, you obliged, getting down in front of him, watching as he stroked his hard cock and bit his lips while looking down at you from his seated position on the couch, “put that pretty mouth to use,” he stated lowly, putting his tip to your lips, “I’m done playing,” you did as told and took him into your, bobbing your head up and down slowly and wiggling your tongue around. He sucked in a breath and grabbed a handful of your hair, “fuck,” he let out a raspy grunt and thrusted into your mouth a few times before stopping himself when he heard you gagging and struggling to swallow his entire cock.

He pulled himself out of your mouth and brought you up from your knees, “Get up here.” He ordered sliding down enough to bring your folds to his lips. He sat you down onto his mouth and began eating you out and tongue fucking you. Your hips bucked and legs clenched as you grabbed at his hair in an attempt to escape the hot wetness of his mouth.

Hongjoong had other plans though, he held you down with strong arms. You could feel him smirking as he ate away, making you body move on its own. You were riding his face and he was enjoying every bit of it. So much so, that he kept eating until you started to tremble and beg him.

He smacked your ass finally and let you go, laughing at you. Enjoying how hot and turned on you were, he sat back up on the couch and positioned you on to his tip, “Look at you,” he remarked as he slide you down onto him slowly, “slutty just for me,” he kissed you, mixing your taste, “is it too much?” He asked, you shook your head and let out a moan as he finally entered you balls deep, he gripped your ass. Lifting you up and down, looking at you with hooded dark eyes, “he asked you out in front of me. I don’t like sharing Y/N.”

He began fucking into you as you moaned and kissed his neck, “Fuck,” you managed to whimper out, “why didn’t you tell me that? It’s too hard”

“What you don’t like it,” he asked mockingly as he kept thrusting up into you, helping you ride him faster, “you want me to stop?”

“No, I love it, make me cum please” you whimpered as he took one of your breast into his mouth.

Your walls clenched around his throbbing cock, you were close but he pulled out and you nearly cried. He stood up and turned you around, bending you over, he entered from the back and smack your ass hard causing an echo to emit across the room. He thrusted into you deep and slow, while kissing the back of your neck, marking you up and pulling and twisting your nipples.

Without warning, you began to tremble again and shake, you let out a blissful breathy moan as you began to cream. You thought he’d stop, but he did not, Hongjoong thrust became quick and harsh, causing you to loose your breath as he fucked you through you orgasm.

You saw stars and became weak, your head fell backwards, onto his chest and he sat back down with you still on his hard throbbing cock. Hongjoong’s hand found your neck as he squeezed lightly and thrusted into you more. He was coming himself, the tight grip he had on your hips told you so. You squirmed, wanting to escape from this immense pleasure.

Hongjoong grabbed your waist, and bounced you up and down on him. You cried a little from how deep he was, you still tried to escape for a moment to breathe. But that only pissed him off further. He flipped you both over, laying you onto your stomach he entered you again from the back and began pounding into you rough and hard. He held you in place, enjoying how you squirmed about wanting to run, yet you arched your back for more.

He grunted and after a few wild thrust, he began to cum and so did you for the third time. He kept pounding into you until he emptied his entire load in you. You shivered and panted as he pulled out completely, now out of breath. Hongjoong sat down and pulled you into his lap. He lifted your chin and kissed your lips tenderly and smiled at you. Enjoying how fucked out you were.

“All of this is mine,” Hongjoong whispered, “no one else can have any.” He picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, where, let’s just say you didn’t get any rest that night……..

So months later, you’d become a couple, no surprise there. You were outside waiting for Hongjoong to come down so that you could enjoy a quick lunch together. But also talking to a client for your boss, you were in the midst of exchanging contact info. When all of a sudden your phone was pulled out of your hand. You looked up confused, oblivious and ready to fight.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hongjoong asked as you spun around to look at him.

“I’m working,” you answered taking your phone back and turning back to gentlemen. You apologized to him and quickly finished your conversation before turning back to Hongjoong.

He was staring at you with a blank cold expression. You sighed as you looked up at him, “I’m working,” you explained softly, “that’s a client’s secretary, does it look like I want to wake up the beast?”

He said nothing, for a moment, “I’m going to kick your ass.” He finally stated. Your mouth dropped, “why didn’t you tell me that when you know was coming down?”

“Hey,” you countered, “I wasn’t expecting you to roll up on me like that.”

“Y/N,” Hongjoong started with the icy look

“No,” you gave up and held your hands up, “I’m sorry, you win!”

He smiled and you back up, “That’s bullshit.” You pointed out, “wipe that fake ass smile off your face, it’s scary!”

He shook his head at you still smiling, watching as you backed up. You abruptly decided to run, knowing he was going to chase after you. But that was fine because both of you were giggling and being fluffy as usual.

Thank heavens that you just wanted be a distraction.

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Happilyfeatherafter's ficrec Fridays

In an effort to actually post on my own blog and not just tag rant I'm going to try and start doing what makes me happy - shouting about the fic I've read and loved recently! ETA: thank you @bloodydeanwinchester for the inspiration and impetus to share recs last week!

So introducing my ficrec Fridays.

5 January 2024 ficrecs

Beggars Would Ride by tiamatv was recommended to me by @ilarual and I am so glad I dived in on their suggestion. Combining two of my great loves, destiel and disney's Aladdin, this AU fic has an absolutely gorgeous depiction of a genie Castiel, in all his trueform splendour! Tia does an incredible job interweaving the two stories, with street rat Dean doing what he must to support his brother and his community, and maybe just maybe finding love and freeing a genie in doing so.

Everlasting by @entropic-saudade (art by @golby-moon) is a recent fic from the stabfest bang, featuring a grieving post-15x18 Dean, and a still adjusting to having Kaia back Claire. It also beautifully examines the parallels between Dean and Claire, and their joint tendency for flirting with people by comparing scars. Achingly romantic, Dean is looking for a way to bring Cas back, and Claire is seeking a momento of Kaia to keep close to her forever...and what's love without a little stabbing?

As A Friend by imogenbynight (@thevioletcaptain) is absolutely best summed up by it's own summary: In which Dean accidentally learns about Castiel's porn preferences, and one thing leads to another. With one last chapter pending, this fic is a smutty delight, in which a newly human Cas in a post-Chuck defeated world and a still adjusting Dean learn a thing or two about each other and decide the best thing to do is lean into it with a secret no strings friends with benefits kink exploration set up...what could possibly go wrong?

doors unlocked and open by sidewinder (@hawkland, art by @fluffsnake) brilliantly combines The Winchesters finale with a post-canon continuation, in which Cas has become the new ruler and embodiment of the Empty whilst Jack is busy restructuring heaven. But Dean is not finding peace, not even in Jack’s improved afterlife, and has instead been traversing the Axis Mundi in the search of his family...in search of Castiel. But there might be a new fate to await them.

tie your wrists with leather by kalmialatifolia is a short but sweet post-canon D/S kinktober fic, in which Cas gets Dean spread eagle in leather cuffs leading to this exchange which captures their voices so perfectly:

“Jesus, Cas,” is all Dean says, and then, as Castiel crawls between his spread legs, “They—they smell good. They smell…” He laughs a little, a soft huff. “Like the Impala? Kind of?”

Castiel snorts, putting his hands on the backs of Dean’s knees and spreading his legs just a little farther apart. Dean goes easy. “Yes,” he says dryly, “I thought you might like that.”

and if that wets your appetite for a longer form wip, then reclusive secret romance novelist Dean and Priest with a past Cas are getting up to all sorts in their fic Benedictions.

#happilyfeatherafter ficrec friday #destiel #destiel fic #spn fic

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adeptune01 · 1 year

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alright sorry to go on a supernatural rant in 2023 but...

it makes me feel insane.

Not to beat a dead horse or anything but like destiel will be it for me. Nothing else will ever compare to it. Like a man is raised by an absent father- a father who demands to be obeyed without question. A father who praises guilt, who tells the man that he is his brother's keeper. That he is responsible for all of his actions and those actions affects on others. The weight of the world is on his shoulders and he must bear it alone.

This man, the one that is single-handedly trying to save himself along with everyone he's ever crossed paths with, fails. He sacrifices himself to save his brother and he dies. He's sent to hell, a land of eternal punishment. 'No less than I deserve' he probably thinks.

But then he is saved. Not because of anything he's done. Not because of a deal he or his brother or his father has made. He is saved by a cosmic being of unfathomable power because of his nature which has been deemed by THEE Abrahamic God as being fundamentally good. The man who has hated himself his whole life for not being enough, not doing enough, is declared to be good.

And he feels guilty as hell. He didn't deserve this. Of those hundreds of people he's helped over the years...one of them...ANY of them is better than him. If he's God's strongest soldier then God is going to lose. He is going to fail God just like he failed his own father.

The man spirals while the heavenly power that saved him watches from afar. The power understands the man. He understands what it's like to hold Father to the highest esteem. He understands what it's like to blindly follow orders, hoping for the best. He also understands that the man has the brightest hope-filled soul he has ever seen.

So the power decides to help, and to do so he breaks away from the rest of heaven's contingency. He grows into his name- Castiel. The shield of God (I am not joking that is what Castiel means), created to protect humanity. AND become a pair with the Michael Sword- the man who believes he is unworthy- DEAN.

Through the years- DECADES- there's ups and downs. Divots and cracks in the Almighty's plans. But nothing they can't handle. They grow close and become more than allies in the fight against ghastly horrors beyond comprehension, they become best friends.

They have wild west movie marathons in the basement room designated as Dean's own "Fortress of Deanitude". They hang out late at night at crappy diners eating crappy pie. They go out cruising the town. They listen to the same music. They play pranks on each other. They learn about and remember each other's interests.

Their relationship grows deeper.

They fight. They lie. They attempt to kill each other. They raise a son together. They try to mentor a daughter. They leave. They come back. They mourn. They celebrate.

Together.

Two beings- one human, one angel- who were alone- whose defining characteristic was who their fathers were- prove that it's possible to break free from predestination, from circumstance. Their love, first as friends, then as something more, is as strong as the force that binds the universe- stronger, even.

And then they die.

Separately. Both convinced that the one thing they've wanted, the unnamed thing they've been fighting for, is the one thing they can't have. Because their fathers said so.

Despite everything, in the end, their fathers won. Dean died on the job he couldn't quit from an accident he couldn't help. Cas died obeying the first and most important commandment his Father gave him- to love and protect humanity.

THAT story is what I will never be able to get over. Not mentioning the gothic Americana aesthetic, the clear Protestant 'for by faith' message, the criticism of hyper-masculinity, the exploration of the 'American Dream'.....

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fanfic-corner · 1 year

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10–50k Destiel Fics

Hello everyone! Here are some novella length fics for your reading enjoyment :D

In Due Time (Dean Winchester is Saved) by caelum_writes (11k)

A 26-year-old Dean is transported to 2021 and confronted with the unfathomable - a future where he is happy, safe, and loved.

Equinox by luchia (12k)

In which Castiel is the weird time-traveling freak who just might be the love of Dean Winchester's life.

let the waters rise. by outpastthemoat (13k)

When Dean thinks about it later, he could almost swear it had been raining the day Castiel left. But the rain came after. Castiel leaves on a day with no clouds, a day with golden sunlight warming Dean throughout. It happens without warning, like lightning striking out of a clear blue sky.

It’s raining when he throws his bags in the Impala and it’s raining when he turns on the interstate and it’s still raining when he hits the state line so he keeps on going. Dean drives and it rains, so he turns on his windshield wipers and watches raindrops sliding down the windshield and flicking away into the gray air, and he just keeps thinking that this can’t be happening. It just can’t.

25¢ pocket guardian angels by hopelessheathen (13k)

Dean walks into his local bank one day and notices that someone has filled the old gumball machine with these tiny, wiggling, sentient angels in individual plastic packaging. Deeply concerned about their air supply and the fact that they're trapped there in the sun, he starts pumping in quarters to rescue them. This is worse than leaving a dog in an overheating car.

Now he's got forty of the little guys running all over his house, and god knows how many others might be trapped and dying all over the city.

Hands, From Which All Things Are Built by MajorEnglishEsquire (14k)

Castiel travels with the angel tablet and without the Winchesters. One day, Dean gets a text from some anonymous number. (They speak in the language of need.)

for which no words exist by MediaWhore (14k)

"Dear Cas who art in my bathtub, give me the strength to be honest about how I feel. For your sake and for mine. Forgive me all the times I wasn’t in the past, all the words I should have said but didn’t. And please stay. Please stay with me when all is said and done. Amen. "

Dean rescues a newly human Cas from the Empty. That's the easy step.

Falling Home by sunshinewinchesters (15k)

The angels have fallen and all Dean knows is that he needs to find Castiel, blizzard and feelings be damned.

Written On Your Skin by noxsoulmate (16k)

When the handprint Cas left on his shoulder flares back to life, Dean knows something is wrong. Moving Heaven and Hell, he’s able to find his best friend – imprisoned and covered in writing. Every meaningful word ever spoken between them is etched into Cas’ skin, fading slowly, one line at a time. A battle against time begins because once the last line vanishes Castiel’s memories will be gone with it. Not only of Dean, but of everything he has ever learned from him about humanity, love, and free will.

love bade me welcome by mmtion (23k)

Cas gives Dean a wooden carving to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary. But, despite their friends freaking out about it, it's not like that.

(or; Dean and Cas build a gentle life together, in the wrong order.)

Morning Glory by edgarallanrose (25k)

Dean can no longer hunt, Cas has gone from Warrior of God to beekeeper, and Sam has left home. Taking place two years after the Season 12 finale, Dean and Cas have to learn what it means to be themselves, and who they are meant to be to each other, without the threat of an impending apocalypse hanging over their heads.

Dream House by breathingdestiel (26k)

Castiel Shurley and his best friend Dorothy Baum have decided to move in together. After his aunt assumes they are dating, she offers them money for the house, but only if they apply for a famous reality show ‘Dream House’. Since they could use the money and he doesn’t want to come out to his aunt, Castiel and Dorothy agree to fake date for the show. But things go wrong when Dorothy falls in love with the show’s producer and Castiel starts to develop feelings for one of the hosts.

Dean Winchester is a co-host of ‘Dream House’, along with his brother. Sam, being a realtor, finds a fixer-upper and Dean turns it into a perfect house for their clients. Even though he has what most people only dream about, Dean is incredibly lonely. He had bad experiences with relationships in the past and he doesn’t think he will ever meet anyone who can earn his trust. Until he meets Castiel.

On Drowning by domesticadventures (28k)

The absolute last thing Dean would ever admit, after saving Cas' life, is that it was all thanks to the unhealthy amount of time he spent reading about drowning on Wikipedia.

Not that he's not grateful, but what he really needs is an instruction manual for everything that comes after.

A Hard-Won Peace by patheticfangirl (28k)

“Afterlife” no longer means forgetting what happened during life.

In Heaven, Dean is tormented by peace and freedom until he reunites with an also-struggling Castiel. Together, they work through issues they couldn’t leave behind, hoping to find something resembling happiness.

Three Funerals and a Wedding by Englandwouldfall (29k)

“So, um…basically, it’s this… I need you to marry me. For plot.”

Castiel stares at him.

“What?” Dean asks, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“I cannot believe gay marriage came to Moondoor before a significant part of America.”

break the skin (to break the barriers) by sobsicles (29k)

Dean is silent for a long, tense moment, then he gruffly says, "It's not for banishing the angels. It's to summon them. So, it doesn't—it's not to get rid of 'em, but to draw 'em in."

Mitzi can't help but glance up at him at that. His voice is so heavy with so much unexplained pain, and she doesn't understand why, or what angels have to do with it. She knows religion can impact people. She's very aware that it can get complicated, and that it can be a huge source of pain for someone, but Dean sounds grievously wronged, somehow, as if it's a truly personal thing.

She pushes through, focusing back on her job, clearing her throat before murmuring, "Well, I guess we all want angels to visit us sometimes."

"Just the one," Dean mumbles.

"Your guardian angel?" Mitzi asks.

Dean breathes out, "Something like that. As close to one as an angel will ever get."

Lucky Winner by natmoose (31k)

Dean wins a trip to Paris. In and of itself, that’s an amazing thing, but the problem is: he isn’t in a relationship with Lisa anymore, and the trip requires a romantic partner. The obvious choice is Cas, his roommate and best friend of 3 years, but coming with that are some very very complicated feelings and things Dean absolutely doesn’t want to deal with.

But Dean isn’t selfish and also really wants to give his overworked best friend a well deserved holiday, so the only and best solution is to take Cas to Paris, romantic theme be damned. What Dean doesn’t know is that their whole trip will be documented by a photographer from the company - so to avoid their vacation being cut short, Dean and Cas will have to convincingly play a couple.

First Gentleman Wanted by youaresunlight (31k)

President of the United States Castiel Novak is popular, charismatic, and knee-deep in campaigning for a second term. He’d be the ideal candidate if it weren’t for the fact that he hasn’t dated once while in political office. With his opponent’s relentless PR team calling him incapable of emotional commitment, Castiel’s staff decides to remedy the situation by finding their boss a fake, picture-perfect boyfriend. And when Dean Winchester enters the scene, he and Cas become America’s new favorite couple, except they’ve got a whole lot of history between them and complicated feelings to resolve.

All The Nights by NorthernSparrow (32k)

A ghost hunt goes wrong, and Dean ends up fighting for his life in an icy river. A certain angel somehow knows he's in trouble and shows up to help, but doesn't have enough power left to warm up Dean. It's just a simple cold night in the woods, but things can go wrong fast at night in the woods, and soon Cas and Dean must each decide what they'll risk to save the other. And they just might end up so exhausted that they accidentally start talking.

although we are faithless by noviembre (32k)

Dean is driving. Driving down a long road with Sam, and his parents are at the end of the road, and his mom made pie, and it's everything he dreamed about when he was a kid. Everything is okay. Everything is fine.

Except it doesn't make sense, and something is missing. Something is broken here --

Dean is driving again.

Diagonally Parked in a Parallel Universe by TheBlackLagoon (37k)

Cas Novak can’t see an escape from the life of hunting. Even with the frequent pleas from Jessica to leave it all behind, where in the world is he supposed to fit in? Dean Winchester can’t see a life beyond pencil-pushing for the Men of Letter’s Midwest branch. Even with the responsibility he holds to upkeep his family name, is it really what he’s meant to do? The two duos meet on what appears to be an easy salt and burn but which quickly spirals out of control.

sir this is a wendy's by noviembre (40k)

Dean is a custodian at a fast food restaurant. Cas is the President of the United States.

Heroes for Ghosts by pantheon_of_discord (42k)

Canon-divergent from 12.08

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

Keep Your Love Alive by dothraki_shieldmaiden and FriendofCarlotta (42k)

Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?

From Sea to Shining Sea by MsCaptainWinchester (43k)

Dean and Castiel are only a few short months of college from reuniting after five long years on opposite coasts. It doesn’t seem like long, but then a virus breaks out close to Dean, and suddenly all their plans are ruined.

Now there are new plans. Dean is going to do everything he can to cross the country, picking up strays and a reputation for violence along the way. Cas is building a new colony of survivors, determined to stay still long enough for Dean to find him.

But without contact, neither knows if they will ever see the other again. Can Dean survive his cross-country road trip through zombie nation? And if he does, will Castiel still be there to meet him?

psalm 40:2 by unicornpoe (44k)

Dean meets an angel who says he's from the future. It all gets a lot more complicated from there.

This list is getting pretty long so I'll make a second part! Thank you to all the amazing writers who have shared their fics with us, and happy reading!!

#supernatural #destiel #fic recs #dean winchester #castiel #10-50k #ao3 #spn

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paviastrashyrings · 3 months

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(Celebrating finding a fellow Pavia liker) Hello! Hope your day’s been nice! Could I request something of Pavia with a Reader who’s also a mercenary? But they’re friends in a sense? (Maybe more?👀 Teetering on the lines of platonic and romantic) Like they see each other while on their own separate missions and just decide to either throw their missions in order to hang out, or discreetly help each other out from a bad situation every now and then cause they consider the other one of the few people they like. Even the wolves go running to Reader from time to time when they pick up their scent in the area.

How absolutely exciting, I am (meowing) more than willing to indulge in more Pavia, dear reader! is it 3 am when i am deciding to pick this up? Not that you can prove.

So join me now, dear readers, in another sweet dream of our Wolf and his pack.

Pavia is certainly the spontaneous type, unable to live a life that isn't exciting somehow, and while out on work he spots you.

Looking awfully suspicious.

What were you doing, dear reader? Hiding a body?

"well well, amico mio. I didn't think you had it in you." and he'd watch you jump, laughing at how focused you were.

You seemed on edge, and normally he would tease you for being so tense, but today?

Today was different. Today he saw the dirt under your nails and bags under your eyes, you were in sorry shape, it's safe to say he understands what its like to be there.

"Now, Amico Mio, if i were to propose a spa day of some kind after we finish hiding this body would you be interested?" he would ask, jumping into the grave you were digging for the poor sap you had given an untimely fate to.

Of course he'd help you hide the body, what kind of person do you take him for?

Once the dirty work is done, he drags you back to his place and as soon as you walk through the door; the wolf pack is on you.

Circling you, sniffing you, getting black fur all over your clothes. Peter even brought a toy and lowered into play bow with a wag of his tail.

You couldn't help but play tug of war, wiggling the thick rope toy to hear a playful growl. Maybe you even growled back, the playfulness from peter only increasing as you did.

To Pavia; watching you play with his pack even after a long day was a sight for sore eyes. You even growled back, a person after his own heart, to him this was like seeing his siblings or children with his trusted friend.

Once you were done playing with peter, he brought you to the kitchen and demanded you wash your hands as you watch him pull a tub of gelato from his freezer.

He meant business, it was not a game when it was his gelato coming out of the freezer. You washed your hands without a second thought and he served you a good helping of the black truffle gelato, of course he served you first.

you wait for him to finish serving himself before you both walk back to his living room. He sprawls out onto the couch, lazily spooning the rich gelato into his mouth.

You were sat with his feet over your lap, attention turned to the t.v in comfortable silence. The gelato was smooth, no wonder he was so serious about the damn freezer.

He takes your dish and spoon with his once you both finished the serving of gelato, not asking if you wanted more and just putting them in the sink.

He comes back and is disappointed to find you still politely seated, urging you to immediately lay back. If you listened without protest, he would promptly take that as an invitation to lay on you.

His face met your chest in a graceful manner, not caring whether you had anything there, pressing his ear to your sternum and listening to the sound of your heartbeat.

This wasn't the first time he had done this, you two had grown comfortable with touch after learning to trust each other.

"You know, amico mio, I was out on work too." he mumbles into your chest, your hand languidly working through his hair, the feeling of his soft hair between your fingers was satisfying for the both of you.

"but it can wait, you are too warm and i am too comfortable to get up." so now you were trapped here. An oversized dog laying on your chest; speaking about how annoying his coworkers were.

His shoulders were untensed, his jaw was too. Normally its the opposite, but it seemed that for today you were a comfort for him.

No shenanigans, no tomfoolery. Just the sound of your heartbeat, the feeling of your hands raking through his hair. You gently remove his glasses, despite his quiet complaints, and place them on the coffee table so they couldn't be crushed.

He closes his eyes, breathing in your scent, he thinks that maybe he should do this more often. Your hands were warm, your heartbeat was calm, his eyes were heavy.

He'll never admit to falling asleep on your chest, even if you watched him do it, he doesn't sleep unless his body really needs it.

Well...just maybe your hands were good at playing with his hair and your heartbeat was a soothing lullaby.

He is so. Your honor, he is so. So. And I would give my life for him, your honor, without a second thought.

Well dear readers, it seems tonight that I am the one which struggled to sleep, so take my sleepless dream and let it bring you joy.

signed, yours with love

Moon.

#reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #rev1999 #pavia reverse 1999 #pavia x reader #gn reader #r1999 pavia #x reader #reader insert #r99 pavia #r1999 x reader

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Hi! I was wondering if you could recommend some post-canon fics where Dean and Cas fix up a house together and basically live happily ever after? Thank you!

Hello! Yes, here are a few we've enjoyed!

A Second Grace by sometimeswelose [Mature, 26k words] (Cas is in the Empty for most of the fic, so they don't necessarily fix the house "together" but Cas eventually joins Dean and they get their happily ever after)

Cas dies and Dean starts referring to himself as a widower. This is somewhat confusing for everyone involved.

Best To See These True Colours (Than To Follow One Of Your False Virtues) by ImYourHoneyBee [Explicit, 34k words]

Two months after Team Free Will beats Chuck, Jack brings Cas back and Dean wants so badly to respond to Cas's confession in the dungeon, but to do that he needs to shed a lifetime of trauma, self hatred, and internalized homophobia. After moving in to a farmhouse with Cas, Dean secretly starts going to therapy every Thursday afternoon. He also starts working on getting the tattoos he always wanted in an effort to reclaim a body that he's only ever seen as a tool. or Cas stole Dean's favorite Zeppelin shirt, Dean steals it back, Cas steals it again. A shirt-theft war like nothing you've ever seen ensues. The entire family takes sides. Is it foreplay? Yes. Is it good clean family fun? Sometimes. Are Jack's god powers used unwisely in the name of the Zepp shirt battle? Yeah, probably. Is Dean messier than a sloppy joe? Nooooo, not at all.

Fenario by ftmsteverogers [Explicit, 47k words]

“We did good, Dean,” Sam says. “We got him back.” Dean huffs a hollow laugh, because yeah, that’s always what it’s about, isn’t it? Cas or Sam or Dean getting themselves lost or dead, and then taking turns dragging each other back from the brink. He shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “We got him back, yeah,” he says. Sam nods, watching him. “So now what?”

Kriah by ioascc [Explicit, 54k words]

Dean can do this. He can. He can raise Jack Kline, Lucifer’s baby. No, not Lucifer’s… Cas’ kid. Their kid. With his mother gone, and Castiel dead, Dean finds himself hanging on by a thread. Castiel has died so many times on him, Dean is half-convinced himself that Cas will return to him. Dean evades the pain of the truth, carrying on in false hope until his soul renders into a million pieces. He learns quickly that taking care of a newborn is not for the faint of heart, sleep-deprivation, grief, and feedings rule most of the early days. During this time, Dean is forced to build a new life for himself. With a new name and identity change, Dean becomes a Dad. Something Castiel would be proud of. Dean cooks, he cleans, he reads, he sings his ABCs and 123s, and ultimately Dean does his best for Jack. It’s not until Jack grows into a small child that Dean feels like he can breathe again. The grief no longer suffocates him. His new life has meaning. He sees family and he allows himself to miss Castiel. To mourn him, to love him in death. And when Jack goes to school, Dean is once again reunited with friends and enemies from his past.

Talk Some Sense To Me (Kenopsia) by ImYourHoneyBee [Explicit, 244k words]

Scrambling to his knees Castiel hugs back, burying his face in Dean’s neck, breath coming in fast little pants against his skin. Dean closes his eyes and just breathes him in, barely able to believe that this is real. At any other time in his life, closing his eyes against a threat like Death would be an inexcusable lapse in his hunter’s judgement. Right now, he doesn’t give a single fuck. Death can reap him for all he cares, he’ll die knowing Cas is going to be ok. Alive. “I will see you soon, Dean,” Death tells him, that deliberate voice of his soft enough not to intrude on the intimacy of the moment, “Raincheck on that grilled cheese.” “Thank you,” Dean croaks, propping his chin up on Cas’s shoulder, unmindful of the tears trickling down his cheeks, “Thank you.”

take the bones, begin anew by JustStandingHere [Mature, 103k words]

“What else was I supposed to say, Sam?” Dean asks him. “I’m not...look, Cas is my best friend, and I care about him. That’s it.” “And you renovated a house for him,” Sam continues. “And live with him.” or: a year in the life, in which it takes some time, but they figure it out

take the long way home by dothraki_shieldmaiden [Explicit, 95k words] (it was written before s15, so it's not canonical, but it does feature post-canon and dean and cas fixing up a house!)

Three months ago, when Dean decided to retire, he thought his life was going to end up differently. He'd thought that he might get to have it all, Sam, Cas, Jack, and nice little place to live. Instead he gets Sam and Jack off on their Summer of Love Tour, radio silence from Cas, and a never-ending road trip consisting of himself. Still reeling from the loss of his grace, Castiel travels the country in search of hunts. Driven by a need to prove his usefulness, he pushes himself beyond all limits of endurance. Together, with the help of a few friends, a crumbling Victorian house, and a stray cat, Dean and Castiel patch themselves back together and create a home together.

There's Only One Sure Thing That I Know by blinkiesays [Explicit, 20k words ] (it's not post-canon but they get a house together)

Dean doesn't even get halfway through explaining before Bobby starts laughing. When he lets himself think about it for more than five seconds, Dean can almost see Bobby's point: he's faced down demons, witches, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, angels, and Satan himself and now he's been defeated by the God damn Midwest.

#destiel #group rec #post canon #fix it #domestic

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kingsandbastardz · 2 months

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here u go, ask for trying times: give me your pitch for shipping wudi, i've got maybe one foot on that ship but i'm curious on your thoughts (gl on the all-nighter!!)

I survived it, sorta. The deadlines keep trucking om 😭 So here's my thoughts:

It's really unfortunate that we don't see enough of Wuyan but I do think we have enough of a framework to draw some interesting conclusions about them both relationship-wise. So here's to me heavily analyzing the 5 minutes Wuyan is on screen! LMAO:

Service as show of devotion - Chooses to act like and appear as a lower rank personal servant to dfs even though he clearly has a lot of power to draw from to get things done and dfs tells him he sees his rank as being much higher

Of everyone that focuses their attention on dfs, he's the only one that doesn't want to own or control him (master di - slave, jlq - wife, llh - 主人, fdb - wants to be in charge)

Despite knowing he was massively outclassed, still put himself in lxy's path at donghai

Shared experience: both survived the Donghai battle together and both have matching chest scars courtesy of lxy. They also worked side by side for years to accomplish the same goals

Llh is presented as knowing dfs the best - but imo, that means wuyan knows even more. Wuyan knows all the why's that llh doesn't know

We don't see much general conversation but considering how relaxed dfs is around him and willing to winge about personal things - he seems like he's actually capable of communicating well with dfs lmao

Pure headcanon here, but I want to say he and dfs learned or figured out how to hide their chi at a high level together. DFS uses it all the time and seems to be undetectable even to llh - wuyan seems to be undetectable to the world - I mean i think his name means something like "without presence"? He comes pre-labelled. So I think it's something martial-skill related that would give additional meat to dfs' respect for him

Guards dfs' secrets - how dfs truly feels about all the mengzhu stuff and rankings etc. Don't know if he knows anything about Di Fortress, but anything he does know about dfs' background it's not going to be a topic of conversation

He pays attention to dfs' preferences and knows how to deliver them in the form he prefers (see jlq who doesn't know his preferences and hates that dfs doesn't like what she prepared for him)

As a personal guard, in the early days when dfs was weaker, he likely went with dfs to any secret meetings with llh, hid his chi to keep guard, and was privy to what went on between them. Likely is the only one that would know this information - which is also why he fully understands why dfs is obsessed with llh and supports him. And listened to him mourn him for however many years (I assume he's the one providing clean clothes and food during seclusion so that's 10 years of crying he's been privy to)

Is willing to extend his top level standard of service to the ppl dfs cares about

He acts like he's a nobody, and he's not a pretty face, but everything points to him actually being a very, very competent and high-level guy in his area of expertise? So a good match to dfs. His martial skill isn't comparable, so he can't fight him like lxy, but he can do all the things dfs doesn't like to do - like the organizational stuff, dealing with and managing ppl, etc.

Headcanon again: i can really see them having an experimental phase in their youth together. Like something where dfs and him kinda decide to test things out and then maybe deciding the timing was bad or they weren't into each other like that at that time or whatever. But deciding to remain friends instead. And continuing to build jinyuan alliance together and everything else. It's like best bro + work spouse rolled into one -- with the wild result that they come out even stronger at the end of it. Think lxy + zhan yunfei but they see each other and work together every day. Successfully. With some extra headcanon and a small stretch you can probably position him and dfs as foils to lxy and shan gudao? (Sadly not enough info about the formation of daily workings of JA back then)

headcanon continued: They have to have good communication because they negotiated or figured out how to navigate their Situation and have clearly been at it for awhile - with one being a 'servant' and with the other one having ptsd issues with servitude/slavery. In the waterfall scene we get to see dfs mildly checking in and essentially being all, "Uh, you still good there? Remember you can change things up any time you want. My opinion of you is still A++ fyi" and Wuyan essentially signalling he's fine by continuing on as always.

Wuyan is the last person alive that remembers who dfs was before Jinyuan Alliance and the development of the Di Mengzhu persona. He helped craft that persona.

Basically if you are into themes like fealty and devotion and the sort of comfort you can get from a long time friendship where they've seen each other at their worst. Where they've figured out how to communicate and operate/exist together seamlessly while making allowances for each others' needs and interests. This is it!

They could be queer platonic, they could be sexual, they can be any permutations of anything and it still doesn't change the basis of their relationship which is years of trust, communication, hard work and shared experiences.

Like imagine teenagers - one holding the other guy's hair up while he vomits blood and bile into an alley. Where they patch each others' wounds in the shadow of someone's doorway after getting their asses kicked but somehow also saving each other from getting killed that day. They're the ones that figure out how to kill together. How to hide together. They figure out how to teach others to kill and hide together. They build power with their joined hands and with it they gain the money and prestige that allows them a comfortable place to sleep and full bellies. They give this same thing to others. They build it up so well people can afford to do normal ppl shit like fall in love and get married.

These are things they likely wouldn't have thought of when they were engaged in a battle royale in the street. It's them, their circle of friends, against everyone else in the world. And even when all their friends are now dead - they're still alive. They're still together. They'll see it through.

Maybe one day they'll find their way into each other's beds - the future is ever changing. But whether they do or not doesn't matter - they already have each other. They've survived this much together. Anything else is just icing.

#tbh this is also one of the reasons the ot3 keeps trying to morph into an ot4 or an ot3 + 1 bc I just can't remove wuyan without killing him #imagine llh-with-control-needs with access to someone like wuyan who willingly swaps in because dfs' ptsd creates hard boundaries?#im not even talking sexually - both llh and fdb have Upper Class Needs in their blood (tho llh tries to deny it)#does c-fandom have a name for this ship? I went with wudi bc it sounds like judi from atla - with the 'there is nothing here' hypnotism #get it? wuyan? judi? no presence + kungfu jedi mind tricks? aahahahaha. eeeeh.#mysterious lotus casebook #di feisheng #wuyan #wudi #my royal ramblings #meta #all nighter meta replies #replies

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I'm so particular about Destiel fanfics because of how I see Dean. Especially the fix it fics.

As much as we all want them to fall into each other's arms.

I don't think Dean knows that he loves Cas. I don't think Dean quite knows what love is. The desperation that he feels when Cas is gone, well he's desperate when Sam is gone so it must be the same thing.

He knows Cas is his best friend, so when he loses Charlie, it can't be all that different, right?

He would never leave Sam behind, just like he would never leave Cas behind. Because they're family.

Dean has never known what love was. At the age of 4, all love was sucked out of his life. The only people he saw were his father (abusive and negligent) and his baby brother, whom he loved from the pov of a parent, not a sibling. And as he got older, his dad encouraged him to chase girls "for the fun." Never even hinting that Dean, in all of his wishes, could ever have a normal life. LEARN to love. Have things that he wants. He was to be a soldier, the grunt, and nothing more.

So Dean knows lust. And he knows familial love. But he never knew anything about how he loved Cas. Because when he thought of Cas, it was hardly ever just "I want to get in his pants." Dean honestly would have been able to get over that. No, with Cas, it was more. With Cas, he wanted that apple pie life. He wanted more of the days where they woke up and shared space, where Cas sat with him as he silently drank his coffee. Where Cas texted him throughout the day with an embarrassing amount of emojis and made him laugh with his lack of pop culture knowledge. The dynamic was love, but to him, friendship was so foreign he didn't know the difference.

So of COURSE Dean didn't respond when Cas confessed. His whole perspective on everything was altered the second Cas started speaking. When he said "I Love You." And Dean didn't have time to realize that THAT'S what he'd been feeling before Cas was ripped away from him forever. Years of it. Gone in an instant.

So he sat on the floor and he sobbed. And he ignored Sam. Because in all of this, he realized that for YEARS he'd had his shot at happiness in front of him, but couldn't see it, because he didn't know the words. He didn't know the difference. And he knows that this time, he'll never get that chance again.

#alana rambles #supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #spn finale #spn analysis

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DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 4 | Mutual Pining

Open Mic Night | @blessyourhondahurley

Rating: General Word Count: 1,357 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe Summary: Cas works at a bookstore. Dean wants to impress him.

Ladies' Night | @blessyourhondahurley

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,519 Main Tags/Warnings: Wayward Sisters, Truth Spells, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Wears Panties, First Kiss Summary: Dean comes to Ladies' Night at Jody's, and the ladies put him through the ringer.

The Rainbow Confection | @brainfuzz

Rating: General Word Count: 3,231 Main Tags/Warnings: Homophobic language, no warnings apply Summary: Where Dean owns a LGBT+ friendly coffee shop/café and Castiel is oblivious.

Thy Name is Dumbassery | @spnisthewayoflife

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,314 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Implied Meg Masters/Castiel - Freeform, Dean is JEALOUS, Castiel & Meg Masters Friendship, Castiel and Dean Winchester Being Idiots, Idiots in Love, Dumbasses, the pair of them, Sassy Meg Masters, Meg Masters Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Pining, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers Summary: Dean and Castiel aren't aware that they have been pining after each other for years and that their mutual feelings have remained unspoken. Until Castiel starts avoiding Dean and Dean realizes that he can't imagine his life without Castiel in it. Will they ever tell each other that they are head over heels in love?

Grumpy Angel and the cat (feat.Dean) | @destiel-pirate-in-middleearth

Rating: General Word Count: 6,130 Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual Pining, Jealous Dean Winchester, Sam ships it, Love confession Summary: Dean is getting silent treatment from Castiel because he won't allow Castiel to take a poor abandoned cat home with them because that's the hunter's rule. No pets in the bunkers and for starters Dean hates cats. It's not that he's jealous of that cat getting all of Castiel's affection which he longs for but he hates that monster cat with a stupid face. Or The one where Sam is just done with everyday’s bullshit because his brother is getting a silent treatment from the angel again.

Wings to Dancs | @sunshine-zenith

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 12,621 Main Tags/Warnings: Normal Human AU, Dancer Cas, past homelessness, minor internally homophobia, implied top Dean/bottom Cas (no smut) Summary: A night of awkward conversations, humiliating moments, and halfhearted attempts at trying to learn to dance for his brother's wedding take a surprising turn for the better for Dean when he realizes he accidentally locked himself out of his car. He and Castiel, the dance instructor he's admired from afar for so long, end up bonding over buried memories of past pain and find themselves dancing towards a brighter future together.

Why did the chicken cross the road? | @whichstiel

Rating: Mature Word Count: 15,007 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate universe - canon divergence, Chickens, South Dakota Summary: Castiel raises show chickens on a small farm, alone after the death of his benefactor and friend. A runaway chicken leads him across the road to Winchester Auto Repair where he must contend with the easy charm of Dean Winchester. A canon divergent story set in rural South Dakota.

Scent-Blind | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 15,194 Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual Pining, Strangers to Lovers, Paramedic Dean, Temporary Anosmia, Slight Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Smut, Alpha Dean, Omega Cas, Top Dean, Bottom Cas Summary: An accident has left Castiel without a sense of smell. In order to test whether his ability to scent is coming back, he has to regularly (try to) scent an alpha. Just like anything else, paramedic Dean Winchester doesn’t smell like anything to him. Until...

Proverbs 13:12 | @angelcasendgame

Rating: General Word Count: 16,298 Main Tags/Warnings: best friends deancas, stuck in a net, angel cas Summary: “A human and his angel get caught in a net,” Dean says dryly, not seeming to notice how completely still Castiel has gone. “Sounds like a set up to a bad joke. Or a Bible story.” “I can assure you, Dean,” he manages to say, trying desperately not to fixate on Dean's words. “This has never happened in the Bible.” (feat. autumn longing and hope, a game of I spy, hozier and led zepplin, mentions of the mixtape, and most importantly, dean and cas being best friends and helplessly in love with each other)

A Mature Student | @startswitheff

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 22,939 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/University, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Professor Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel is Seriously Depraved, College | University Student Dean Winchester, Dirty Thoughts, Masturbation in Shower, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Date, Castiel is a hot mess, First Date, sex on the first date, silver foxes, top!Castiel, bottom!Dean Winchester Summary: Prof. Castiel Novak does not know how to handle the smokin' hot silver fox in his Intro to American History class.

Maybe Next Time | @motherofdragonflies

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 37,134 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern!AU, Musician Dean Winchester, Doctor Castiel, Meet-Cute, Idiots in Love Summary: Dean Winchester agreed to sing at his ex-girlfriend’s wedding for the sole purpose of getting revenge on her for cheating on him. He never expected that he would meet anyone, let alone a man with beautiful blue eyes that Dean can’t stop thinking about. Castiel Novak agreed to attend his colleague’s wedding solely for the networking opportunities. He never expected that he would be instantly captivated by the beautiful singer of the wedding band. Despite being inexplicably drawn together, every time they run into each other they’re interrupted by Dean’s phone. Or Dean’s ex. If she even is his ex. Maybe next time they meet, Dean and Castiel will finally overcome the obstacles that the universe keeps throwing in their path, and find the happiness they didn’t even know they were looking for.

The Very Touch of You Corrupts (WIP) | @labgeek2002

Rating: Mature Word Count: 78,707 Main Tags/Warnings: AU, Detective!Cas, Criminal!Dean, internalized homophobia, implied child abuse Summary: While closing up the biggest career in Detective Castiel Novak's life, bringing down Chicago's notorious Lunguino crime family, everything gets put on hold when he catches Dean Winchester, his childhood crush, breaking the law. Soon after he snaps the cuffs on Dean, Cas' world is turned inside out as he's led down the dark path of organized crime and police corruption. With no one he can trust, will Cas learn to rely on the man who once brought comfort and protection, or will he find betrayal around every corner?

Finding You In Every Sign | @casblackfeathers

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 99,407 Main Tags/Warnings: coffee shop au, flower shop au, language of flowers, Deaf!Castiel, American Sign Language, Deaf Characters, bottom Dean/top Castiel, bottom Castiel/top Dean, mutual pining, fluff, angst with a happy ending, slow burn, hurt Dean, hurt and comfort, miscommunication Summary: Castiel was content with the constant flow of his life. He had his brother Gabriel, had his coffee shop and the weekly book club meetings as well as a small but solid group of friends. If there was one thing his hateful family had taught him, it was how fast things could go wrong if he let too many variables shape his life. So when he met Dean, a gradual regular at his shop, Castiel knew he was trouble, because Dean was like a comet, beautiful but beyond reach. Ever since his father died, there wasn’t a single constant in Dean’s life. Moving on, never stopping, never getting attached to one thing for too long had made him a drifter for the past seven years. Being the only hearing person in his family hadn’t been easy with a father like John Winchester, so as soon as Dean saw an escape, he took it. Settling down to open his flower shop was anything but easy, especially when he met the elusive deaf owner of the coffee shop next door. The more he discovered about Cas, the louder the voice in the back of his head whispered that maybe Castiel was the person finally worth staying for. And maybe, just maybe, Dean was willing to listen now.

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2023 #destiel #fanfic #mutual pining #day 4

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Fixer Upper

Part 21

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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Kurapika folded one of his shirts, placing it in the suitcase (Name) was letting him borrow. Leorio groaned, collapsing on Kurapika’s bed. “Ugh, you’re so slow.”

The blonde raised an eyebrow at him, moving onto the next item of clothing. “You don’t have to stay in here, you know.”

“But I do, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help you make good fashion decisions?”

Kurapika scoffed. “I make good fashion decisions.”

“Not from what Killua told me. He said you tried to show up to the club in khakis and a polo shirt.”

Kurapika blushed, continuing to hold a pair of pants. “I wasn’t sure what was appropriate clubbing clothing.”

Leorio nodded. “See, that’s why I’m here to help. Out of the kindness of my own heart of course.”

“Uh huh.”

Kurapika couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto his face. Him and Leorio hadn’t gotten to hang out alone much the entire time he’d been there, so it was nice to talk with him. Even if he was being annoying.

Kurapika stretched, walking away from the suitcase to grab more things to pack. While his back was turned, Leorio scooted forward, opening it up and looking through.

Kurapika turned back just in time to see Leorio’s eyes widened. “Are these…”

He held up the pair of (Name)’s panties Kurapika stole a week ago.

“These are (Name)’s panties.”

The blonde was mortified, face gone red and mouth dropping open in horror. He snatched them away from Leorio’s hands, stuttering out a response.

“H-how did those get there? They must of gotten mixed up with my clothes, how strange!”

He laughed awkwardly, stopping when Leorio placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, man, I’m not judging. But, man to man, you probably shouldn’t bring those. (Name) tends to go through peoples suitcases to wash their clothes for them. She means well, but I’ve learned not to bring any… personal items of the sexual nature on trips with her. Not after she found my vibrator last time.”

“I didn’t need to know that last part.”

Leorio sighed. “The point is, you shouldn’t bring them with you. It’s a sure way to get you caught.”

Kurapika pocketed the pair, causing his friend to raise an eyebrow. “… I won’t.”

Leorio leaned against the bed, looking up at the ceiling. “So… is (Name) the name you were moaning at the beach house.”

“Get out of my room.”

——————

(Name) pulled her suitcase towards the door, opening it before placing it in the back of the mom van.

“Did everyone get everything on their lists?” she asked once she was back inside. Killua groaned from his spot on the couch, lazily flipping through Netflix for something to watch.

“Yes, how many times are you going to ask us that?”

Kurapika and Leorio walked out, the latter carrying Kurapika’s suitcase to the van as the blonde plopped down on the couch beside Gon.

“I’ll keep asking until you actually double check. I’m going through yours and Gon’s bags in 15 minutes, so just hope I don’t find anything missing.”

With those words, the two boys glanced at each other before rushing into their shared room to check they had indeed packed everything.

“Wow, that was quick, I think you scared the smirk right off his face, (Name).”

She playfully smacked his arm, laughing. “Oh stop. They’ll thank me later when they aren’t missing their toothbrushes or socks.”

Kurapika smiled, crossing his legs as she continued getting things ready. ‘She’s being more casual with me. That’s good…’

15 minutes later, (Name) walked into the boys room, ready to inspect their bags. “Okay, it’s time.”

They watched with baited breaths as she opened their bags, going down the list. “Hmm, Killua, you get a pass.”

Killua let out a sigh, grabbing his bag as (Name) moved onto Gon’s. Gon peeked over her shoulder as she went down the list, making her shoo him away.

“Alright, you pass too, but what the hell is in here? There’s crumbs everywhere…”

“It’s goldfish crackers from the last time we went somewhere.”

“Last time? You mean when we went to the beach? That was neatly a month ago! Gon…”

He rubbed the back of his sheepishly. “Sorry, (Name).”

She shook out the crumbs and swept it up, patting him on the back. “It’s alright. Now go pack this up.”

Leorio peeked his head into the room. “Are you two ready? Everyone’s already loaded up in the mom van!”

(Name) sighed. She thought about getting a rental, but seeing the devastation Killua and Gon left her living room in made her second guess that.

“Coming!”

———————

After an argument on how everyone should be seated, the arrangement went as so:

Leorio was driving. Kurapika had major road rage, (Name) was too nervous driving over long distances, and the other two didn’t have licenses, leaving Leorio.

Gon sat in the passenger seat, due to having severe motion sickness. Killua and Kurapika were satisfied after (Name) took the middle seat. They had both argued on who would get to sit next to her, so she sat in the middle despite it being the least comfortable spot.

“Alright, everyone buckled up?”

“Yes!”

“Killua.”

“… no.”

He buckled up, sighing after (Name) squeezed his cheek. “There, now we’re ready.”

Leorio pulled out of the driveway, grinning. “Then let’s get going!”

The first 20 minutes were spent in silence, Kurapika and Killua looking out the windows. Gon was watching a movie on (Name)’s phone as she read a book.

“Mom?”

(Name) looked up when Killua pulled on her sleeve. “Yes, Killua?”

“I’m bored.”

(Name) bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “Hi bored I’m Mom.”

“Mom.”

“Sorry, sorry. Here.”

She handed Killua her tablet, the boy grinning. “Oh shit fruit ninja!”

(Name) giggled as Killua pulled her headphones on, playing fruit ninja and listening to music. She glanced to her other side, seeing Kurapika looking at her.

He looked away, his cheeks pink from being caught. “You bored too, Kurapika?”

The blonde glanced back at her, giving her a sheepish smile. “A little.”

She held up her book, grinning. “You can read with me, if you’d like.”

(Name) scooted closer to him, her shoulder bumping against his as she held it up closer. “Ah, I’ve read this one before.”

“Really? Is it alright if we pick up from where I left off?”

“Of course, (Name). It’s your book.”

Kurapika said this, but wasn’t able to concentrate on reading with her so close to him. ‘She smells so nice…’

He leaned closer, eyes scanning over the text. ‘Oh, wait, doesn’t that sex scene come up s-‘

He glanced down to see (Name) realizing the same thing, her face heating up. “Why are you fidgeting, (Name)?”

Her breath hitched, eyes darting to the next page before she closed the book. “Well… if what I’m picking up on is true, then the next scene will be…”

She cleared her throat, looking away from the blonde. “Smutty.”

Feeling unusually confident, he raised an eyebrow. “So?”

She looked up at him, positively flustered. “S-so? It’s…”

“(Name), I know what sex is. We’re both adults, turn the page.”

He found himself enjoying how flustered she was, reading along with her.

“Fuck, just like that, your tongue feels so good~” Fern said, arching her back. The man laughed, his tooth brushing against her clit.

“Just wait until I’m inside of you, princess, then you’ll be screaming my name all night.”

Kurapika’s face was a bright shade of red, (Name) not doing much better. They glanced at each other before (Name) closed the book. “Why don’t we just… chat instead?”

“That’s sounds like a good idea.”

They kept each other entertained with idle chat for a good while before Leorio pulled into the parking lot if a restaurant. “Alright boys, and girl, it’s time to eat!”

Killua and Kurapika slot out of their seats, leaving (Name) to climb out by herself.

“Ouch!” (Name) gasped out when she felt something cut her thigh. The boys paused, Killua and Kurapika rushing over.

“(Name), what happened?”

She was lifting up her her skirt, Kurapika’s eyes going wide when he saw blood. For some reason, the sight of her blood made his stomach churn. He already disliked the sight of blood, but seeing hers was so much worse.

“Leorio, (Name) is hurt. Bandage her up, and I’ll try to see what caused it.”

“Rodger that!”

Kurapika kneeled down, looking in the backseat. “There it is.”

A spring was jutting out of the middle seat, the end jagged and covered in blood. Kurapika seethed, wanting to rip the spring out and crush it.

‘Calm down, you can’t kill a spring. Just…’

(Name) whimpered as Leorio sprayed her leg with an antibacterial spray, putting a bandaid on it after. Kurapika rushed to her side, looking her over. “Are you alright? Does it hurt? Do we need to go to a hospital?”

“Kurapika I’m fine, it’s just a scratch.”

(Name) patted his cheek, the blondes cheeks puffing out a little. “Scratches can get infected you know.”

Leorio held his hands in his head. “I do know. Did you find out what happened?”

Kurapika nodded. “It was a loose spring. The end cut her when she was climbing out of the backseat.”

“Shit, a spring?” Leorio grabbed (Name)’s shoulders, shaking her lightly. “Do you have your Tetanus shot?”

(Name) laughed. “Yes, I do! You two worry too much.”

They both pouted.

“Hey, are we gonna go eat or not? I don’t want Gon chewing on the- HEY PUT THAT DOWN!”

Killua smacked a rock out of Gon’s hand. “No! You can’t eat rocks!”

(Name) leaned against Kurapika’s shoulder, holding a hand to her forehead. “Oh dear, I fear I may have lost too much blood. Goodbye, my friend.”

She stuck her tongue out, closing her eyes. He rolled his eyes and turned, sweeping her off her feet. “Is that so? I guess I’ll need to carry you so you don’t fall.”

(Name) blinked, realizing her joke backfired. “Wait, no, I’m too heavy-“

He readjusted her, giving (Name) a stern look. “Didn’t I tell you before that you were light as a feather? I think the blood loss really has made you delirious.”

“Kurapika Kurta, if you don’t-“

He laughed, setting her down on her feet. “I’m kidding. But…”

He interlocked his fingers with hers, squeezing gently. “It would put my mind at ease if you stayed by my side.”

She looked down so he couldn’t see how flustered she was. “Okay Pika, I will…”

——————

As the four take their seats, Leorio brings up a very good question. “So… what are we going to do about seating arrangements?”

(Name) held up her hands, trying to look unfazed. “I can just put a towel or something over the spring and sit th-“

Kurapika shook his head, squeezing her hand. “No, (Name), I won’t let you sit on something that could hurt you.”

“I second that. Let’s tape Kurapika to the top of the van.”

(Name) groaned, holding her head in her hands. “Killua, we’re not-“

“Wait, I want to be taped to the top of the car!” Gon said, standing up.

“No, Gon, no was is getting taped to the mom van. Especially not either of my babies.”

Kurapika hummed. “Why don’t we just remove the spring?”

Leorio was quick to shoot that down. “Nah, it’s better if we wait for a professional to fix it. I don’t want to fuck up (Name)’s van.”

(Name) sighed in relief. ‘Finally, the only sane person in this group.’

“I have an idea!”

(Name) sighed, seeing Gon raising his hand. He looked so excited that she couldn’t say no. “Go ahead.”

“Why don’t one of us just sit in another persons lap?”

The table went quiet, some intrigued, some flustered. “That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea. The only question is who is sitting in who’s lap.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Well it makes sense that one of the two kiddos will sit in my lap, considering…”

Kurapika tilted his head. “Considering what?”

Leorio pinched the blondes arm before speaking. “Well no offense (Name), you’re the weakest out of the group, so it makes more sense for you to sit in someone else’s lap, not the other way around.”

She seemed to shrink into herself, becoming uncomfortable with how the conversation was going. “Ah… well the only person I’d feel comfortable holding me is driving, so…”

Kurapika blinked, his grip on her hand loosening. “…”

“Why can’t you just sit in my lap?” Gon asked, flexing his arm. “I’m strong!”

She sighed, ruffling his hair. “I know, bud, but I don’t wanna sit in a kids lap. You’re tiny.”

“But I’m taller than y-“

“Tiny.”

He pouted, leaving Kurapika to clear his throat. “There are… other options…”

(Name) winced, scooting away from him. “Yeah, I can just call for someone to come pick me up.”

The blonde blinked at her. “… I meant you could sit in my lap.”

She made a distressed noise, the blonde unsure what he should do. “If it’s about you being too heavy, you’re not! I can pick you up just f-“

“It’s different when I have to sit in your lap for hours! Ugh!”

She slid out of the booth and stormed off towards the woman’s restroom, leaving Kurapika dumbfounded.

Leorio folded his arms over his chest, giving Kurapika a mean side eye. “Your actions have consequences, Kurapika. Think about just why you weren’t considered an option that she was comfortable with.”

He stared down at his hands, feeling regret start to bubble up in his chest. ‘Did I… did I really make her think… like that?’

——————

(Name) used a paper towel to dab at her tears, trying not to ruin her makeup. ‘Stupid Kurapika… stupid Leorio… stupid spring.’

She touched up her makeup, sniffling slightly. When she was done, she stepped back, taking in her full body reflection.

(Name) wasn’t thin, she knew that, but it was easy to forget when she was surrounded by people that saw her as more than what her body looked like. Usually, when she felt insecure she was able to push it away with the knowledge that she was loved and her friends thought she was beautiful.

“You disgust me.”

(Name) winced at the memory of Kurapika’s words. Ever since he’d said that, old insecurities from high school began bubbling up to the surface. It had been two years, but now that he was back, she couldn’t stop thinking about his words that day every time he looked at her.

When he called Dracule disgusting, she winced. Did he consider her to be in the same category as him, an evil flesh collector that cheated on his wife?

‘How does he view me?’

She squeezed her chubby cheeks, looking down at her wide hips and pudgy tummy. ‘I doubt he likes this. He’s always surrounded by beautiful women, there’s no way he’s attracted to me.’

(Name) felt tears welling up in her eyes again. She was quick to dab them away, putting her makeup back in her purse.

She loved him even when he came back into her life, covered in blood, underweight, and looking an absolute mess.

‘I guess I’m just not good enough to love, despite my appearance…’

(Name) picked up her purse, taking a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom.

‘I’ll just contact Illumi or Chrollo and have them pick me up and-“

She gasped when she felt herself being lifted up and thrown over someone’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Ahh! Stranger danger!”

“Shh, it’s me.”

(Name) paused her kicking and screaming to look down, seeing a familiar blue tabard. “K-Kurapika Kurta, put me down this instant!”

“Not until you agree to come with us. We won’t be leaving without you.”

She blinked, feeling his grip tighten on her thigh. He approached the table the group was sitting at. “Order our drinks and text me when our food gets here. I’m going to have a little chat with (Name).”

Killua huffed. “Be gentle with my mom. If you’re going to feel her up at least ask her out f-“

Leorio covered the boys mouth. “Go ahead.”

Kurapika walked around the parking lot with (Name) over his shoulder, letting her struggle and throw a tantrum. “Are you done?”

She nodded, slumped over his shoulder. “… yeah…”

He stood still by a tree, eyes half lidded as he leaned his head against her hip. “I don’t mind you sitting in my lap, (Name). It’s really no trouble at all.”

She held onto the back of his tabard, eyes squeezed shut.

“You disgust me.”

She groaned, holding her hands over her ears. She couldn’t get his words out of her head, feeling her stomach twist into knots. “But…”

Kurapika’s thumb rubbed circles into her thighs absentmindedly as he lost himself in thought. It was hard for him to imagine her disliking herself.

To Kurapika, (Name) was perfection. Every part of her was something he adored. Her cute chubby cheeks, wide swaying hips, and pudgy tummy that he loved to rest his head against where all things he loved.

“Your actions have consequences.”

He didn’t want to think about he had caused her to act this way. During the Hunter Exam she gave out affection and trusted him so easily, and now she was too scared to sit in his lap.

He wanted to know exactly what he said to her so he could try and undo it, but at the same time he wondered if he should just let it be. After all, he wasn’t sure just how long he would be sticking around. What if he needed to leave one day? He didn’t want to hurt her all over again.

But… he also couldn’t stand that look on her face when he said she wasn’t too heavy. ‘She didn’t believe a word I said.’

Kurapika wanted to be hurt, but… he couldn’t be. How could he be, when he was the reason she felt this way? He’d caused her to not trust his words anymore.

As Kurapika’s mind raced, (Name) went still.

She sighed, looking down in defeat. “Fine. I’ll… I’ll go with you.”

Kurapika continued to hold her for a minute, lost in thought. She still sounded hesitant, and he didn’t know how to reassure her that he didn’t mind. Kurapika knew it was his fault, but he didn’t know how to fix it.

Or what exactly he said to make her feel this way in the first place.

“Let’s go back in.”

He set her down on her feet, keeping her steady as she got used to standing again.

——————

After a quick lunch, one that (Name) barely ate, the group headed back into the parking lot.

(Name) waited on Kurapika’s side as he slid in, the man getting situated before he patted his lap. “I’m ready.”

She stood for a moment, glancing between Leorio and Kurapika before she steeled herself. “Okay, I’m coming.”

(Name) entered the van, turning around and hovering over Kurapika’s lap before she finally sat down. He held himself back from grunting, not wanting her to think he was uncomfortable or disliked her being in his lap.

No, in fact he liked it a bit too much. Though, the blonde would prefer there being no clothing between them.

“Is everything alright?”

(Name) looked back, the hint of tears beading in the corners of her eyes making the blondes over protectiveness kick into overdrive. He nodded, unable to speak. If he did, it would be low and breathy, desire underlining every word.

Leorio glanced at the two, frowning. ‘This can’t be comfortable for either of them.’

He knew about (Name)’s insecurities, being the one that built her up and made her feel better on many bad nights. He also knew about Kurapika’s lust for the girl, and as a man he knew what could happen in a situation like this.

“Let’s get going. We should get to the hotel right at nightfall.”

For the first 30 minutes, Kurapika was able to keep his cool. It wasn’t easy, considering his crush was sitting in his lap, pressing against his crotch and he could smell her sweet perfume, but he was managing.

The road was smooth, (Name) was still, so there was no friction. As long as things stayed the way they were, everything would be okay.

But just the feeling of her soft ass in his lap, her warmth radiating against him was enough to have the blonde gripping the seat

“Pika?”

Kurapika glanced up to see (Name) glancing back at him, face still warm. “Everything okay back there?”

He was already going crazy over the fact (Name) used the nickname again, and she so cute looking back at him like that.

His mind immediately went south, imagining himself holding onto her plush hips as she bounced on his cock, the sound of her whimpers and whines as he fucked into her pretty cunt music to his ears.

‘FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!’

Kurapika bit his lip to keep himself from getting hard. He took a moment before answering as calmly as he possibly could.

“Yes, everything is fine. You alright, (Name)?”

She gave him a quick nod before looking forward again. Kurapika let out a sigh, feeling himself relax again.

He remembered what Leorio told him when they were riding the bus to the Zoldyck estate all those years ago, holding (Name) in his lap so she wouldn’t fall.

“Trust me Kurapika, you can’t handle all this.”

‘Fuck, he wasn’t wrong.’

Kurapika’s eyes were that pretty shade of scarlet that only appeared when he was around (Name). All he wanted was to have her near him, and now she was right there with him.

It was all he could ask for, really. Although it was a bit anxiety inducing, he didn’t hate it. He just wished he was inside of her instead.

‘Damn it, stop thinking of that!’

——————

About an hour into the ride, the road got incredibly bumpy. (Name) was trying her best to remain still, but it was getting increasingly harder as the road worsened.

Kurapika gasped out when he felt her hips rose and fall, the feeling of her legs spreading slightly to help her keep balance made his dick twitch.

“Sorry, but…”

(Name) glanced back at him before scooting back a little. She grabbed his arms and wrapped them around her waist, not able to look him in the eye. “Please hold onto me, I don’t wanna bounce too much…”

The blonde’s face turn a dark shade of red as his hands rested on (Name)’s tummy, pulling her closer until his face was buried in his back.

‘Pervert.’ Killua thought before turning back to his movie. ‘If he’s gonna feel up my mom, he could at least tell her how he feels first.’

(Name) sighed in relief when Kurapika’s arm kept her still. She glanced down at his slender, pale fingers gently holding onto her soft tummy, biting her lip.

‘I wish he would touch me… god I bet they would feel great inside m-‘

(Name)’s face burned hot, the girl squirming in her seat when that thought crossed her mind. She tried not to have those thoughts, even if he was extremely attractive and she’d loved him for years, it still felt… dirty. He didn’t like her that way, so she tried her best to keep her sexual feelings at bay.

But it was hard when he was nuzzling against her back, holding her so gently.

“P-please stay still.” Kurapika whimpered out, his hands moving from her tummy to her thighs to keep her still.

“Oh, sorry Pika!”

His breath hitched, accidentally squeezing her thighs a bit too hard to try and keep himself from popping a boner. “P-Pika, owie!”

He blinked, quickly retracting his hands. “Sorry, (Name). I didn’t mean…”

She huffed, grabbing his hands and placing them back on her waist. “It’s okay.”

Kurapika was having the time of his life. (Name), the woman he was crushing on was so close to him he could smell her strawberry scented perfume. Never in his wildest fantasies could he have imagined this scenario, his hands gripping the soft flesh of her tummy while her ass was planted firmly in his lap, pushing against his crotch.

“You… you smell good.”

It’s all he was able to say, his face burning against het back. He was sure she’d be able to feel the heat radiating off of him, at least a little.

“Oh, um… thanks.”

She began to wiggle around in embarrassment before Kurapika’s hands moved to her hips this time, giving them a harsher squeeze. “I said stay still.”

His voice is was stern this time, the feeling of his warm breath against her neck making her shiver. Even when she stops, his hands gripped her hips with such an intensity she was afraid he’ll leave her bruised.

After a few moments, he moved his hands back to her waist so she wouldn’t move again.

And when he had his hands on her body, and her butt in his lap, it was hard to complain about her wiggling around. He would have loved it if circumstances were different.

But for now, Kurapika gently ran soothing circles into her tummy with his thumb to apologize for being so rough with her, unknowingly causing the girl to grow more pent up.

——————

Kurapika almost complained when their car came to a stop at their hotel, wanting to whine about (Name)’s warmth leaving him as Leorio helped her out of the car.

Her legs were a little wobbly from Kurapika’s touching, causing her to lean against Leorio. “Hey, you alright?”

“Y-yeah, just tired.”

Kurapika wasn’t doing much better, the blonde stumbling a bit as he left the car, catching himself before (Name) could see him. He didn’t want her to think it was because she was too heavy, no, he was stumbling because he was so fucking horny.

The group reserved a single hotel room with multiple beds, three in total. It had already been decided that the four boys would pair up and share beds, leaving (Name) in the last bed all to herself.

She’d attempted to tell them it wasn’t fair, but she was the only girl after all, and wasn’t exactly itching to have one of the more rowdy boys share her bed. She shared a bed with Leorio for months, she knew what it was like to sleep next to someone who was fluent in sleep karate.

“Just be glad you won’t be sleeping next to either of those two perverts.” Killua said, pointing to Kurapika and Leorio.

(Name) gasped, pinching her son’s cheek before walking over to Kurapika and giving him a hug. “Hey, don’t say that about Kurapika! He would never perv on me!”

Kurapika was struggling to process anything when she was full on hugging him for the first time since York New, her head leaning against his chest. “Hey, he said that about me too…” Leorio said, pouting.

She cupped Kurapika’s cheek, squeezing gently. “He’s a sweet guy, really. Right Kurapika?”

‘Wow she smells so nice. God I’m so horny.’

She face one last pat to his cheek before turning. “I’m gonna order room service, you two can handle the unpacking, right?”

Kurapika nodded, face red as she gave him that pretty smile. “Thanks boys!”

Gon and Killua followed behind her, the latter looking back at Kurapika and grimacing. ‘Ew.’

Kurapika dropped to his knees when (Name) was out of sight, panting slightly. “Leorio, you’ll have to restrain me, I can’t take it.”

“I don’t think tying you up will help your situation at all. It any even make it worse.” Leorio replied, pulling out (Name)’s suitcase.

“Just to make sure… you didn’t bring her… you know what right?”

Kurapika avoided eye contact.

“Kurapika. You didn’t.”

“Listen.”

“No, no I don’t think I will.”

Kurapika frowned, opening his satchel to reveal the pair of panties. “She… she wouldn’t look in my satchel.”

“You are underestimating her need to be useful.”

The blonde huffed, closing his satchel. “Whatever, let’s just get this all inside.”

(Name) plopped down onto her bed, playing with her hair. ‘He was blushing a lot. Kurapika really is shy around girls.’

“You can have the first shower, (Name). We’ll wait for room service to get here.” Killua said, jumping onto his and Kurapika’s shared bed.

‘That combination is the worst that could have been.’ (Name) thought, thinking back to how they decided who slept with who.

“Okay, okay, if it makes you feel better about getting your own bed, we’ll play rock paper scissors on who sleeps with who.”

“That doesn’t help at all, it’s till unfair because I get a bed to mys-“

“ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS!”

She opened up her suitcase after Leorio and Kurapika brought it in, glancing at them all before pulling out a pair of panties and hiding them among her pajamas.

“Okay, I’m taking a shower! I’ll be back out in a second. Please…”

She looked back, sighing. “Don’t kill each other.”

She closed the door behind her, sighing as she entered the warm water. The phantom touches of Kurapika’s hands on her hips and waist lingered, making her shiver.

‘Pika…’

She slid her hand down her body, stopping right above her pussy. ‘Should I? I mean…’

She glanced at the door, her face heating up. ‘It’s… it’s just to relieve myself! It’s been a long and hard day.’

——————

Kurapika laid on his bed, head buried in his pillow as he thought about the day. For him, it had been great! He got to chat with his friends, hold (Name) in his lap, and imagine fucking into her-

‘Fuck!’

He groaned into his pillow, causing Killua to glance down at him. “What are you whining about, blondie? Miss your girlfriend?”

Kurapika bolted up face red. “Shut up!”

“Girlfriend? (Name) and Kurapika are dating?” Gon asked, face turning pink.

“No, he’s just crushing on her crazy bad.”

Gon laughed. “Oh really?”

‘Why am I the last one to find out?’ Leorio thought, his face also turning pink. ‘I mean I knew he wanted to fuck her, but… he likes her? Really?’

Kurapika threw a pillow at Killua. “Stop telling people my business Killua!”

“Hey it’s my business too! She’s my mom!”

“Yeah, okay mommas boy.”

“Oh you wish you could call her mommy-“

(Name) stepped out of the bathroom, yawning. “Hmm? What are you two fighting about this time?”

“Nothing.” They answered in unison. Gon and Leorio exchanged a look before getting up.

“Geez room service is taking forever. Let’s go check on it Gon!”

“Good idea Leorio. Hey, Killua, come on!”

Gon pulled the kicking and screaming Killua out of the door, leaving Kurapika and (Name) alone.

She tilted her head, looking to the blonde. “They must be hungry, they were in a big hurry.”

Kurapika glared at the three through the window, Gon and Leorio giving him a thumbs up before retreating.

“Yeah, I’m sure they are.”

The blonde blinked when (Name) plopped down beside him, now in a pair of lounge shorts and a tanktop. “Man I’m hungry too, and tired.”

She laid back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Today was… rough.”

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, cheeks still pink from Killua’s teasing. “How so?”

He winced when her face dropped, her arms immediately moving to cover herself when she saw he was looking at her. “… it’s hard to talk about.”

Kurapika laid back on the bed with her, also looking up at the ceiling. “You don’t have to if it’s too uncomfortable.”

She turned to look at him then, eyes half lidded. “Can I ask you something, Pika?”

He turned too, making eye contact with her big, sad (e/c) eyes. “Yes, of course.”

It took her a bit to find the courage to speak, Kurapika’s heart breaking when her voice came out quiet and strained.

“Do you… do you still think I’m disgusting?”

When his eyes turned red, she flinched, joking her hands in front of her face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

He grabbed her hands, gently pulling them closer until they cupped both of his cheeks. Kurapika didn’t say anything, hoping that his actions would be enough. He held her hands over his cheeks, staring at her with those soft red eyes.

His eyes fluttered closed, enjoying her touch as she stood still, not knowing what to do. “Kurapika? Please… I just want an answer.”

“… you’re…”

The door opened, causing him to jump and roll off the bed, hitting his head against the nightstand. “Kurapika!”

“Ah shit I think they were making out or something. Should we come back later?” Killua said, holding a tray of their food.

“Fuck…”

Kurapika pouted as (Name)’s palm hovered over his forehead, healing the gash. “There, it’s healed.”

She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his healed forehead. “And a kiss to make it all better.”

(Name) stood up before she could see his jaw drop open, face going red again. Leorio patted his head before helping him off the floor. “Let’s eat.”

After dinner, (Name) laid in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Although she didn’t receive an answer like she wanted, she still felt a little better. Kurapika had allowed her to touch and kiss him, something that a person disgusted by another wouldn’t do.

‘I still want a confirmation…’ she thought, turning so she was lying on her side, facing Killua and Kurapika’s bed. The two were already fast asleep, Killua’s foot planted on Kurapika’s back, slowly pushing him off the bed.

‘I knew that would happen.’

(Name) laughed to herself, snuggling into her comforter before following behind them.

————————

(Name) was the first to wake up, stretching with a yawn as the sun beamed in through the window. She could hear the sound of the bed next to her creaking, spotting a head of blonde hair rising.

She held back a giggle, seeing how messy his bed head was. “Good morning, Pika.”

He rubbed his eye, giving her a sleepy smile. “Good morning, (Name). Did you sleep well?”

She nodded, yawning. “Yeah, we’ll enough, you?”

He pushed himself out of his bed, plopping down onto hers. “As good as a man being tormented by the spawn of satan can. So… decently.”

She stood up, slipping on a pair of flip flops before offering him her hand. “Wanna go eat breakfast before the others wake up?”

“That sounds lovely.”

He took her hand, allowing her too pull him up before he laughed. “Wow, didn’t know you were that strong, (Name).”

“I’ve picked you up before! Remember, I carried you in the first phase!”

He blinked as she led him towards the elevator. “I guess you did.”

The two arrived in the hotel lobby, making their plates before sitting down together. They were still on their pajamas, Kurapika only slightly embarrassed.

They are quietly, (Name) leaning her head against his shoulder. It was nice, really, her weight against him and her warmth sinking into his skin. “Still tired?”

She nodded, munching on a mouthful of waffles. He snickered and pushed some of her hair out of her face. “Careful, you’ll get syrup on your hair.”

He was enjoying this innocent moment with her. That was until Killua and Gon came rushing out of the elevator followed by a zombie- wait no that was Leorio.

“Ugh…”

The man sat in front of the two, bags under his eyes. Kurapika felt (Name) leave his shoulder, frowning slightly. “You alright, Leorio?”

He groaned in response, his head in his hands. (Name)’s attention was drawn back to the boys when she heard one of them gasp.

“Ew, this has raisins!”

Gon placed a bagel he took a bite out of back, Killua reaching his hand into the serving plate to grab a handful of scrambled eggs.

“Oh my god.”

(Name) stood up, handing Kurapika her fruit cup. “Finish this for me, sweetheart, I’ll be right back. Try to get Leorio back to working order while I’m gone.”

He chewed on a piece of her fruit before answering. “Get them.”

Five minutes later and the boys were sat at the table eating their breakfast eating quietly. It didn’t take much, just a look with a hand on her hips and they were scrambling to sit down.

Kurapika still had (Name) fork in his mouth, hoping she didn’t notice it. ‘It’s like… an indirect kiss!’ He thought, smiling. If he had a tail, it would definitely be wagging right now.

After everyone got dressed, it was time to leave. Thankfully, (Name) was able to inform the a manager that the bagels and scrambled eggs had been… contaminated before she left.

Leorio unlocked the car and everyone started loading in. (Name) handed out tablets, books, and her phone to the people that wanted them before she slid in, plopping down onto Kurapika’s lap. “Hold onto me, okay?”

He nodded, wrapping his hands around her waist as he tried to ignore how warm she felt against him.

———————

“We’ll only be on the road a few hours until we reach the hot springs, and that’s including stopping for lunch and gas.” Leorio stated, not taking his tired eyes off the road.

Kurapika hadn’t heard a word of it. The road had been incredibly bumpy, and he knew if he broke concentration to talk, he would pop a boner instantly.

“Kurapika?”

A whine nearly left his throat when she tapped on his thigh to get his attention. “Wh-what?”

“Do you want to play I-Spy with us? We’ve been asking you for a few minutes now.”

Kurapika sighed, nodding. “Yeah, sure. It’ll… take my mind off things.”

(Name) smiled. “Okay, I’ll go first. I spy, with my little eye, something… pink!”

“Is it the mom van?”

“Haha, yeah! Your turn Killua!”

Killua’s face shifted into something of pure evil, grinning at Kurapika. The blondes eyes widened, shaking his head rapidly. ‘No, don’t!’ He mouthed, but Killua was having none of it.

“I spy, with my little eye… a huge pervert.”

(Name) gasped, wiggling around. “I know, I know! It’s Leorio!”

“I swear to god I will turn this van around.”

The group laughed, but Killua stayed quiet. “Wrong.”

Kurapika glared daggers at the boy, his face slowly turning red. ‘Please don’t.’ He mouthed, and Killua rolled his eyes.

“It was a billboard.”

(Name) huffed, leaning against Kurapika. “Hey, that’s cheating Killua.”

Kurapika stayed quiet, now very content to bury his face in her shoulder. “Hmmm…”

“Okay, why don’t you go, Gon? Since Killua cheated.”

Killua folded his arms over his chest, looking out the window. ‘Stupid twink better appreciate me after this.’

“Okay okay!! Hmm…”

Gon looked around, his tongue sticking out in concentration. “I spy with my little eye… something red!”

They all looked around the car, pointing out a few things. “Is it (Name)’s mace?”

“No.”

“Is it Leorio’s lighter?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Oh! Is it Leorio’s underwear!”

“No, and he’s got the white one with hearts on toady.”

“I don’t even want to know why you two know what underwear he’s wearing.”

“He only has two pairs!”

(Name) made a disgusted face. “Leorio, is that true? You only brought two pairs?”

Leorio didn’t answer, keeping his eyes on the road. “Yeah, me and Killua went through his suitcase- wait I’m getting distracted! Do you guys give up yet?”

The three huffed. “Yeah, just tell us already.”

Gon smiled, pointing to Kurapika and (Name). “It’s Kurapika’s face!”

The blonde blinked, (Name) looking back at him. “Oh dear.”

“HOLY- GON!” Killua was bent over laughing, giving him a high-five before he teared up from how hard he was laughing.

Kurapika’s face became even redder, if that was possible. “Are you okay, Pika? Am I too heavy? Are you sick? Do we need to pull over?”

Gon and Killua went quiet. ‘Shit, our joke backfired.’

He shook his head, sending the two a glare. “I’m fine, just turn up the air please.”

“Of course!”

She leaned forward, her butt pressing firmly into his crotch as she turned up the air conditioning. He gasped, staring at her arching back. ‘Fuck… need her…’

He leaned forward and pulled her back until her back was pressed against his chest, burying his face in her shoulder. “Is it… okay if I get comfortable?”

She nodded, face heating from the feeling of his breath on her neck. “Y-yeah, go ahead. I don’t mind.”

His hands moved from her hips to her waist, pulling her in. His chin rested on her shoulder, his cheek gently nuzzling against her neck.

“Is that better?” She asked, feeling the cold air fan against them.

“Much…”

Kurapika wasn’t talking about the air, though.

————————

Kurapika got to enjoy a good hour with (Name) cuddled up in his lap, occasionally brushing his lips against her neck to give her secret kisses, but his time with her came to an end when they pulled up to their first stop.

“Leorio, are you alright?”

They were sat inside, eating some lunch when (Name) noticed Leorio drifting off. “Yeah, I’m…”

He began to doze off again mid sentence, causing (Name) to panic. “You’re in no state to drive. I can take over, it’ll be-“

“But you’re awful at driving long distances mom!” Killua said, shaking Leorio awake.

“Okay, rude, but I’m an adult, I can do it!”

Kurapika raised his hand. “I can drive.”

The entire group grimaced at that. “Hey! I really can!”

“Yeah, you’re physically capable of driving, but…”

Leorio and (Name) remembered Melody telling them about his reckless driving when he caught Uvogin. “You have… road rage.”

“It was a one time thing!”

Leorio began to speak, causing Kurapika to raise his hand. “Okay, it happened a few times, but I promise I can handle it.”

Killua ate a fry. “I would rather Leorio fall asleep at the wheel and crash than ride in a car with you as it’s driver.”

“I feel like that’s not fair.”

“Maybe!”

(Name) rubbed her temple. “Oh stop it you two. Kurapika, so you promise to treat the mom van and it’s passengers with respect?”

“I promise.”

“Even Killua?”

“… do I have to?”

“Yes! He’s our precious cargo!”

“Our?”

“Kurapika Kurta!”

“Fine! Even Killua!”

(Name) smiled, handing over her keys. They had a few pastel, cute keychains dangling from them. “Okay, here you go.”

“I feel like this will end with our deaths. Or just Kurapika’s. Either way there will be a funeral I will not be attending.”

“You would be attending your own funeral Killua, you’d be in your own casket.”

“My point stands. I bet his funeral would be super boring. My funeral will have a mosh pit.”

“It will not! Killua Zoldyck-“

“Sorry mom.”

While they argued, Gon finished both Leorio and his food. “I want my corpse to fly around on a zip line while space jam plays in the background.”

Kurapika snorted. “Oh my god.”

“No, Gon, you can’t do that.”

“Why, because my corpse will scare people?”

“No because space jam is lame.”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”

Gon and Killua fell to the floor, pulling hair and biting. “I’m going to the car.” (Name) said, stepping over them. “You two have five minutes to clean up your act before I come back in with my mace.”

Kurapika and Leorio paid the bill before pulling the two apart. “Come on, if we let you two fight she’ll be mad at us too!” Leorio said, holding the feral Killua as he hissed at Gon.

“Are you sure he’s had his rabies shot? I think he’s foaming at the mouth.”

Leorio and Gon looked at each other. “Well…”

“No. There’s no way.”

“Killua really hates shots.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck! Do you know how many times he’s bitten me? Jesus Christ.” Kurapika dropped Killua, moving towards the door.

“You aren’t special blondie! I’ve bitten everyone here!”

“He has.” Gon said, smiling like he didn’t just say his friend has gnawed on him like a wild dog. “Though, he’s barely bitten (Name). Only like twice!”

Killua blushed. “Well the first one was an accident.”

“And the second one?”

“Revenge.”

Kurapika inhaled, letting out a sigh before walking away. ‘Why she keeps him in her house, I’ll never know. He’s like a ticking time bomb.’

He spotted (Name), who was leaning her forehead against the van. “(Name)? What are you doing?”

“I forgot you had the keys so I just stood here like a dummy…”

He chuckled, unlocking the van. ‘Cute.’

Leorio walked out, grumbling. “He ate all my food…”

The tall man slid into the backseat, barely fitting. “Come on, sunshine. I’m tired so imma be sleeping.”

She laughed, sliding into his lap without hesitation. “Aww, you can use my shoulder as a pillow, Leorio.”

‘… she didn’t hesitate at all, she even seems happy to be sitting in his lap.’

Kurapika sighed, adjusting the seat so he could reach the pedals properly. “Everyone buckled u-“

He looked in the rear view mirror, eyes flashing red when he spotted the two in the backseat. Leorio had her pulled close to him, face buried in her shoulder as she giggled. “Leorio, your stubble is tickling me!”

His eye twitched, pulling his hand away before he cracked the mirror.

“Kurapika, are you alright?”

Gon placed his hand over Kurapika’s, looking concerned. The blonde glanced back at the two, feeling that familiar nasty feeling taking over.

And he could finally give it a name.

Jealousy.

He shook his head, giving Gon a smile. “I’m fine, are the others buckled up?”

He glanced back. “Yeah, they are!”

“Then let’s go.”

Over the next few hours, Kurapika became more and more agitated. Leorio eventually passed out, nuzzling into (Name)’s neck as she slept, occasionally squeezing her.

It was like torture watching Leorio’s hands wander her body, squeezing her soft tummy and thighs. She didn’t seem to mind his touch as much, comfortable with him, unlike she was with Kurapika.

——————

He ended up speeding a little to get to the hot springs faster, pulling into the parking lot as quickly as he could.

“We’re here.” Kurapika said through gritted teeth. He glared at the two through the rear mirror, watching as Leorio woke up slowly.

“Mmm, hey sunshine.”

Kurapika’s eyes turned red when he leaned forward, giving her a quick peck on the cheek, causing her to giggle. “Leorio!”

He hummed, still not completely awake. “Hmm?”

He looked up, seeing Kurapika’s cold stare through the rear view mirror. ‘Oh. Oh shit.’

Kurapika opened his car door and slammed it behind him, waiting outside for (Name)

Leorio quickly helped (Name) out of the car, Kurapika instantly pulling her inside by the hand. “H-hey! What about-“

“We need you to check us in. The rest will grab the bags.”

She felt his grip tighten on her hand slightly. (Name) didn’t question him further, instead focusing on checking in and getting everyone their room cards.

Kurapika kept a hold on her hand, his grip gentler than before. “Sorry, (Name). I’m… I’m just ready to…”

She squeezed his hand, giving him a smile. “I know, driving so long can make you tired. I’m sure the hot springs will ease any tension!”

She bumped her hip against his, causing him to laugh. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

His mood improved greatly just by having her by his side, smiling and laughing with him. Kurapika felt his jealousy fade away to the back of his mind, finding comfort in the fact she chose to walk with him to their rooms, not Leorio.

The tickets Killua won gave everyone their own room that came with towels and robes. Kurapika left (Name)’s side to get settled in his own room, Leorio dropping by a minute later.

“Hey, man. You uh… you doing alright?”

Kurapika closed his empty suitcase and rolled it into the small closet. “I’m fine.”

“You didn’t seem fine earlier. When I kissed her cheek.”

Kurapika’s eye twitched, glancing at him. “I’ve been meaning to ask why you’re so affectionate with her these days. I seem to remember it being the opposite, with her being more affectionate with me.”

“Well.”

Leorio didn’t have to state why that was, Kurapika already knew. The blonde knew he pretty much ruined their bond when he broke her heart in York New.

“Leorio… I’m-“

“Forget it, I understand. You’re feeling some strong feelings and it’s hard to explain. Just remember that I’m your friend, and you don’t have to compete with me.”

Kurapika nodded, sitting down on his bed. “It’s… hard. When I see her interacting with you or others I just feel…”

“Possessive? Angry?”

“A mix of both.”

Leorio sighed. “Yeah, I understand that. You shouldn’t worry though, she does like you after all.”

Kurapika rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe she did once, but… I’m not sure anymore.”

Leorio didn’t answer. He wanted to be selfish in that moment, if only just a little. Kurapika could figure out she still liked him on his own, by interacting with (Name) and treating her right.

“Well, I’m gonna get ready. Meet you at the hot springs.”

Kurapika watched him leave before picking up a paper on his bed.

Rules for the Hot Springs

1. Please bathe before entering

2. No running or diving

3. Please adhere to the guidelines for each hot spring

“Seems easy enough.”

After a quick shower, Kurapika threw on a pair of pajamas. ‘This is what the people in the lobby were wearing. Should be… sufficient.’

He met Leorio in the hallway, who was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tanktop. “Hey princess, you ready for some relaxation.”

“Don’t call me that, and yeah. Where’s (Name)?”

Leorio rolled his eyes. “She wanted to shave her legs. I told her that real men are willing to explore the wilderness and she just closed the door on me.”

“Good on her.” Kurapika said, walking ahead of him.

As they approached the hot springs, they watched Gon and Killua walk into the men’s locker room. “You brought a towel, right?” Kurapika asked, pulling off his shirt.

Leorio rubbed the back of his head. “Shit, no I forgot.”

Kurapika handed him a towel. “Brought an extra for you.”

After undressing and wrapping towels around their waists, the four stepped out.

“… what do those numbers mean?”

Above each separated hot spring were two numbers. The first was 8-19, the second was 20-55 and the third was 55+. Killua jumped into the first one, splashing water on the others. “Hey, jumping is against the rules Killua.”

Killua flipped him off, causing the blonde to scowl. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

“I won the tickets, I’ll get us kicked out if I want to!”

That had the blonde sighing, Leorio stepping forward. “I’m guessing this means the men’s sauna as are separated by age. It’s probably the same for the women’s.”

Kurapika nodded, but was hesitant. ‘If that’s true, wouldn’t the building have been bigger? The woman’s lockers are right next to ours, where would it lead to?’

He kept that thought to himself, following Leorio. “Hey, these are for people 20 or older, kiddo. Aren’t you trying to follow the rules?”

Kurapika paused, sending the taller man a glare. “That rule is stupid. I’m not getting in with those two, I won’t be able to relax at all.”

Leorio shrugged. “Okay Mr. Rule breaker. Let’s get to relaxing then.”

Leorio dropped his towel, causing Kurapika to shield his eyes. “Give a man a warning, Christ.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen it before. You and (Name) are well acquainted with my business.”

“Yeah, because you flashed us during the Hunter exam.”

“Flashed is a strong word. I just sleep in the nude, what’s so wrong with that?”

“Everything.”

Kurapika waited for Leorio to turn before he pulled his own towel off, sinking into the water. ‘Ah, (Name) was right. This is nice…’

“I bet if (Name) slept naked you wouldn’t have a problem with that.”

Kurapika stared at him for a moment, narrowing his eyes. “… does she usually sleep naked?”

“Well sometimes in panties and a tshirt but-“

“How do you know that!?”

“Uh, hello, we lived together for several months and slept in the same bed. Eventually comfort overcomes embarrassment.”

Kurapika scowled, leaning against the edge of the hot spring. ‘… I want to wake up next to her in just a tshirt and panties…’

Leorio sighed, stretching out his arms. “Ahh, this is nice. I hope (Name) is enjoying herself too. Wait…”

He grinned at his friend, giving him a mischievous look. “Maybe we should go sneak a peek.”

Kurapika’s face went from confused, to flustered, to pissed off. “Peek? No, that’s-“

“Oh so you two want a peek huh?”

The two yelped, glancing up to see (Name) standing at the edge of the hot spring, wearing only a towel. It only barely covered her, her left thigh and side nearly completely exposed.

“Wait, we weren’t going t-“

“And why are you two in the woman’s hot spring? I expected something like this from Leorio, but not you Kurapika.”

They paused at that, glancing at each other then her. “But… this is the men’s hot spring.” Leorio said, gesturing to the men’s locker room.

“No, the…”

(Name) glanced between the women’s and men’s locker room, seeing they both led to the same place. “Oh. So that means…”

“The hot springs aren’t separated by gender, they’re separated by age.” Kurapika finished, cheeks turning red at the implication.

(Name) frowned, trying to cover herself more. “Stupid towels… too small.”

‘Thank you god for making these towels small.’ Kurapika thought, closing his eyes in prayer.

She sat down at the edge of the hot spring, dipping her legs into the water. “So… what do we do?”

Leorio shrugged. “We enjoy the hot springs. You should-“

She held her towel tighter. “But…”

Kurapika was trying to breathe normally while gazing at her body, eyes roaming her chest down to her thighs. “… we can look away while you get in, if that helps.”

She nodded slowly, playing with the hem of her towel. “Yeah, that would.”

“Hey I didn’t agree to that, I wanna-“

Kurapika grabbed Leorio’s arm and turned him, eyes lingering a second longer as her towel dropped, catching a peek at her breasts and pretty (color) nipples.

‘Fuck!’

He was instantly hard, glad the water wasn’t clear. “Okay, I’m in.”

Even though he couldn’t see much, the knowledge that she was in the water with him, completely naked was enough to have his head spinning. The two turned back, and he could tell even Leorio was flustered by the sight of her.

Her shoulders and top of her breasts were a over water, showing Kurapika the most cleavage he’d ever seen. (Name) sighed, leaning against the edge of the hot spring. “Ahh, this is nice.”

When she noticed then staring, she crossed her arms over her chest and sank into the water. “Hey, my eyes are up here! Don’t have to be so blatant with your staring.”

Leorio laughed, but Kurapika was a stuttering mess. “I-I wasn’t…”

She was gracious enough to drop it, swimming over to sit in between them. “So, should we play a game or something?”

The two were trying not to look down at her cleavage. “Uh, yeah sure. What do you have in mind, (Name)?”

She hummed, tapping a finger against her chin. “Hmm… how about I-spy-“

“That’s more of a car game, sunshine. I have an idea though.” He held up three fingers, grinning at the two. “How about two truths and one lie, spicy edition?”

(Name) blushed, twiddling her fingers. “Does it have to be spicy?”

“We’re three adults naked in a hot spring, that’s the only way to go.” Leorio replied, pinching her cheek. When she raised her hand to smack his away, her breasts rose above the water, giving them both a good eyeful. Kurapika felt his cock twitch, wanting nothing more to get a handful instead of an eyeful.

“Hey, no pinching my cheeks or I’ll be pinching yours!”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, princess.”

Kurapika growled lowly, slowly inching closer to (Name). She glanced at the blonde before sinking into the water, letting out a content moan. “Mmm, that feels really good.”

Now both of the boys were blushing, glancing over her head at each other. “Um… you enjoying yourself sunshine?”

“Mhm… making me feel really good.”

‘Oh fuck.’

Kurapika’s hand grazed over her thigh, causing her face to heat up. He looked down at her, eyes boring into hers as his finger ran down thigh. “Sorry, my bad.”

(Name) shivered. ‘Was that really an accident?’

Leorio watched as Kurapika’s eyes shifted from brown to scarlet. “Ah, it’s game time! I think I’ll go first.”

(Name)’s eyes left Kurapika’s to look at Leorio. “I’ve had a one night stand with a guy, I have a vibrator, and my favorite bar is the one on Main Street.”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “I’ll say the first on is the lie.”

“Why do you say that?” Leorio asked, crossing his arms.

“Because you can’t get any women, what man would want you?”

(Name) snickered. “Oh Kurapika… the answer is the last one is a lie.”

“Ding ding ding, correct!”

Leorio patted her head after he said each ding like she was a little bell. “You’d be surprised Kurapika, I’m quite popular with men. You’d faint if you saw my Grindr messages.”

Kurapika blinked. “Uh huh.”

(Name) hummed, looking up at Kurapika. “Ya know, I’ve always been kind of curious, but who are you attracted to Kurapika?”

His face turned red, the blonde becoming a stuttering mess. “Wh-which person I’m attracted… to?”

Leorio cut him off. “She means what gender, bud.”

He sighed. ‘That’s much easier to answer.’

“Well… I guess I’m not sure. I’ve… never really felt attraction to anyone.”

‘Besides (Name)…’

“So you’re ace? Aro?”

He gave her a confused look, Leorio speaking up for him. “No, no he definitely isn’t either of those. Kurapika, you’re at least attracted to women.”

He nodded slowly. “Yes… I am.”

“Sexually?”

The blondes blush returned. “… yes.”

‘Ah, so he does experience sexual attraction.’ (Name) thought, suddenly very interested.

“But… I’m not really attracted to any gender in particular. Whoever I fall in love with I… fall in love with.”

Leorio and (Name) smiled. “Aww, that’s sweet.” (Name) leaned her head against his shoulder, as she began to speak.

“Okay, my turn. Two truths, one lie…”

(Name) tapped her finger against her chin, the blonde smiling. ‘Cute.’

“Okay! First, I’m a virgin.”

Kurapika felt his heart thump against his chest. He hadn’t been expecting her to outright say something so… lewd.

“Second, I have a clit piercing.”

His jaw dropped, Leorio cracking up on the other side of her. “Wh-what?”

She began to giggle two. “And me and Leorio have kissed!”

Suddenly, the two were silent. Kurapika’s eyes were scarlet again, this time directed at Leorio. If looks could kill, Leorio would be six feet under.

“Go ahead Leorio, you answer first.”

The taller man shrunk under Kurapika’s gaze, looking away. “… the clit piercing one is a lie.”

‘That motherfucker!’

(Name) looked to Kurapika, smiling sweetly. “And your answer?”

He was seething, but managed to answer. “You kissing Leorio is a lie!”

“Bzzt!! Wrong! The clit piercing one is a big ol’ lie!!”

Kurapika reached over (Name)’s head to smack the back of Leorio’s. “H-hey!”

(Name) glanced up, but by the time she did, Kurapika was back to leaning against the edge of the hot spring. “Leorio? What, did you want proof?”

Kurapika’s eyes shot open. “Come again?”

She gave them a mischievous smile, rising up until her breasts were barely covered. “Well, I wouldn’t want you two calling me a liar. I could-“

Kurapika pushed her back into the water by her shoulders, looking away. “No, no, that won’t be necessary, we believe you!”

“Speak for yourself, I-“

The sound of Leorio being drowned by Kurapika made (Name) gasp. “Hey, stop that! I don’t wanna get kicked out!”

She separated the two before sighing. “I was just kidding, Kurapika, but…”

She kissed his cheek, smiling. “Thanks for trying to protect me, Pika.”

If she knew how hard he was just by being close to her, would she still feel so comfortable touching and kissing him?

“Okay Kurapika, your turn!”

The blonde was still trying to recover from her kiss, head feeling fuzzy and his cock standing at full attention. “I-I…”

He didn’t want to speak right now, he wanted to be buried inside of her pussy, one hand on her breast and the other rubbing circles into her clit. “I… I’ve crossed dressed before.”

(Name) waited patiently for him to continue. “I’m… inexperienced.”

“That’s code for he’s a virgin.” Leorio piped up, warning a glare from Kurapika.

“And the last one?” (Name) asked, tilting her head.

God she looked so cute, staring up at him with those pretty (e/c) eyes. What he wouldn’t give to reach out and cup her cheek, pulling her into a kiss as he fucked her with his fingers.

“Um… I prefer thinner women.”

This seemed to immediately upset (Name), the girl shrinking into herself. “Oh.”

“Kurapika.” Leorio said, raising an eyebrow. ‘What is he getting at? Is he trying to make her all upset?’

“Go on, (Name). You answer first.” Kurapika said, not looking at her.

“… the virgin one is the lie.”

He calmly turned to Leorio. “And your answer?”

He scowled at the blonde. “The last one was a lie.”

He knew this, considering Kurapika had told him his type when they talked to each other alone, but he didn’t understand why he was saying this now.

“You’re correct.”

(Name) blinked, looking up at Kurapika, who had his arms crossed as he stared into the water.

‘He… doesn’t prefer thinner women? That means…’

She blushed, tilting her head at Kurapika. He was refusing to look at her, his cheeks a dark red. It could be excused by the hot water, but…

(Name) gently pressed her thigh against his, watching him for a reaction. She expected him to push her away, maybe yell, but no.

“Hahh…”

He whimpered, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut. (Name) continued her experimentation. “So you’ve cross dressed before?”

He cleared his throat, nodding. “In York New, yes.”

‘Her thigh… her thigh is touching mine…’

He couldn’t take it anymore, his hand traveling down his tummy and to his aching cock. It felt so wrong to jerk off when she was right next to him, completely naked, but it also felt… right.

“Pika?”

His breath hitched, eyes half lidded when he answered her. “Y-yes?”

She leaned forward, tilting her head. “You alright? Your face is all red. If you’re getting overheated you sh-“

He quickly shook his head, Leorio raising his eyebrows. “No, no I’m… I’m fine.”

“You sure? I’ve heard some people get too overheated and get sick after being in the hot springs too long.”

The way she worried about him was cute, but right now he didn’t want to get out. Kurapika wanted to stay next to her while he jerked off, even if he felt dirty doing it.

“Really, I’m fine. Let’s-“

“Ugh, I’m feeling tired.”

Leorio stood up, flashing both of them in the process. “Jesus!”

“What? You’ve seen it before!”

“But you’re-“

Leorio was noticeably hard, (Name) quickly looking away and covering her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, the hot water does things that me.”

“I hate finding out new things about you.” Kurapika said, rubbing his temple.

“Get used to it. If you’re gonna be around more, you’re gonna be learning a lot.”

This made the blonde shiver, his hard on gone within seconds. “Uh huh.”

Leorio pulled a towel around his waist, waving. “You two have fun. Don’t…”

He glanced back at them, looking at Kurapika who narrowed his eyes. “Meh, never mind.”

Their tall friend walked towards the men’s locket room, leaving them alone.

“What do you think he meant by that?” (Name) asked, turning to Kurapika. His face was red again, knowing exactly what Leorio had been hinting at.

“… I don’t try to understand him.”

(Name) laughed, peeking at him. “So, do you want to keep playing, or…”

He looked away, feeling his elf get excited again. “Let’s play something… else.”

She nodded, thinking for a second before grinning. “How about truth or dare?”

“Truth or dare? I haven’t heard of that before.”

(Name) perked up, Kurapika having to push her shoulders down a little when her tits rose above the water. “Whoops, sorry! So, truth or dare is a game where you ask a persons “truth, or dare?”. If they pick truth, they have to answer any question you ask with the truth. If they pick dare, you have to do something they dare you to do.”

Kurapika nodded slowly, humming. “I see. So if I asked you truth or dare and you said truth, you have to answer with the truth?”

“Yes!”

‘Interesting.’

“Why don’t you go first, (Name)? An example would help me understand better.”

(Name) smiled shyly. “Okay, Kurapika. Truth or dare?”

He thought for a second, tapping his nails against the edge of the hot spring. “Hmmm… dare.”

“Oh, really?”

She smirks at him, getting a little closer, inches away from him. “I dare you…”

His face turned red, the anticipation making his heart pound.

“To do a hand stand!”

Kurapika blinked, taking a moment to process her dare before frowning. “No, I’m not doing that.”

“But Kurapika, that’s how you play the game! You can’t give up on the first date!”

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. The blondes lip twitched, unable to say no when she was asking so nicely.

“Fine, but you have to turn away while I-“

“But how am I supposed to know you did it if I look away?”

He groaned. “(Name). If I do a handstand now you’ll see my-“

“I know.”

He blinked at her, in absolute disbelief. “You…”

She laughed, bumping her hip against his. “Come on, I’ll just see your butt. I already told you it’s cute.”

He stuttered, eyes looking everywhere but her. “C-cute? I…”

Kurapika sighs, backing up a little. “Okay, okay. Just stand back.”

She did, giggling as he dove under the water, his lower half rising above the water.

Alas, he wasn’t tall enough for his ass to rise above the water. ‘Aww, I wanted to see his cute butt…’

(Name) waited for a moment for him to resurface, and when he did she felt… worried.

“Ahh… I feel…”

Kurapika fell forward, (Name) rushing to catch him.

“Mmph!”

His face landed in her boobs, the girl yelping. “K-Kurapika!”

She wanted to push him off, but could tell something was off. He was panting, eyes squeezed shut and his face burning up. “Shit, you’re overheating!”

She gently led him to the edge of the hot spring, looking away as she lifted him out. (Name) pretended she didn’t feel something hard graze against her leg as she helped him out, instead focusing on pulling a towel over herself and running to the locker room.

He felt a towel fall into his and a cool rag press into his forehead. “Ahh…”

“Does that feel good, Pika?”

His eyes shot open, the towel rising a little when she leaned forward to offer him a sip of water. “Here, you got too hot. Drink.”

He did so, relaxing as he sipped on the cool water she got him. “Better?”

Kurapika nodded, looking down at his lap and pulling the towel to it covered his chest too. “Yes…”

He felt embarrassed that he’s gotten overheated like that so easily. “Sorry… are we still playing truth or dare?”

(Name) laughed, offering him her hand. “We can pick it up later, I think it’s time for bed.”

He allowed her to pull him to his feet, grateful when she turned away so he could wrap the towel around his waist.

They walked through the woman’s locker room, (Name) allowing him to lean against her as she led him down the hall. ‘Poor guy, he looks exhausted.’

She was about to pass by her room when she paused. “Kurapika?”

He hummed in response, nearly nodding off against her shoulder.

“… why don’t you stay with me tonight? I’m worried about you, you still look like you’re burning up.”

He blinked sleepily at her, not able to think clearly. “Okay… sounds…”

He nearly fell asleep, the girl having to catch him before he fell. “Hey! Ugh…”

(Name) dragged him into her room, sitting him on her bed before pulling out her pajamas and changing in her bathroom. She threw him one of her hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. “Put this on, I’ll be right back, okay?”

She left to get a wet rag, coming back. “Oh, Pika…”

He was cuddled up in her bed, panting as sweat beaded down his forehead. She walked over to sit next to him, placing the rag on his forward before climbing in next to him.

“Goodnight, Pika.”

(Name) gave him a kiss on the cheek before cuddling into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around her before she fell asleep.

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