Letting out an irritated groan, [Y/N] rolled over in her bed. With her eyes still closed, she pawed for her phone that was obnoxiously buzzing on her night stand. Yanking the charger out, she opened an eye to see that it was a facetime from Tom is better than Harrison👍👌🙌. Groaning again, she slid to answer.
“You better have a damn good reason why you’re facetiming me at three in the morning, Holland.” Regrettably sitting up, she tried to adjust to the brightness of her phone.
Tom gave an apologetic grin, “I miss you, does that count as a good enough reason?”
[Y/N] tried to fight back the smile but gave in. Playfully rolling her eyes, she squinted at his surroundings. It appeared that he was at the beach and that it was sunnier than hell. She instantly became jealous. “I was going to let it be a good enough reason but now I see your ass is at the beach and I’m pissed again.”
“Oh but love,” Tom pouted. “I can’t help if I’m shooting near the beach.” Jutting out his bottom lip, he pulled his sunglasses up on top his head. “If it helps, it’s really not that much fun.”
“Mhm, yeah okay.” She said sarcastically.
“I’m being completely one hundred percent serious.” Tom flinched when a fan walked past and waved. It always made [Y/N] giggle when fans did that. It always caught him off guard and he’d have mini heart attacks because he’d never be aware of his surroundings when he facetimed with her. “I really do miss you.”
Shifting into a better position, she laid on her side with her head propped on her hand. “I miss you too.”
“Will you please come to me?” Tom asked.
[Y/N] took a deep inhale, she hated when Tom asked her that. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was because she hated planes. She became extremely anxious and would nearly have a panic attack every time. “You know I can’t.” She finally said.
Tom frowned, “Please, baby.”
“I promise it won’t be that bad. You just have to make it here and then you’ll have me on the way back. I just miss you so much.” Tom pleaded, he hated being away from her for too long. It made him go a little mental when he was apart from [Y/N].
“I’d be on a six hour flight, Tom.” [Y/N] whined. “And then getting used to the time zone switch.”
“Please,” Tom dragged out. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He wiggled his brows and laughed at her expression.
“Is that why you want me to endure a six hour anxiety induced flight because you just want some?” She asked with a raised brow.
Tom laughed again. “I mean it wouldn’t be a bad thing to get some if you came.”
“Thomas Stanley Holland, if only your mother heard you right now.” She warned.
“I’d be in a shit load of trouble.” Tom responded as he took a seat on a bench. “I’m almost certain she believes we’re still virgins.”
“I don’t think you give your mother enough credit. We’re twenty and have stayed in multiple hotel rooms together since we were eighteen. I’m sure she knows we’re not saving ourselves for marriage.”
“Well I am. I’m saving all of me just for you.”
Rolling her eyes, she yawned. “Wrap it up, kid. I’m sleepy.”
“[Y/N] [M/N] [L/N], please for the love of god, will you get on the next plane and come to me.”
“Tom,” she whined again. “I’m seriously about to have a panic attack thinking about it. What do you think is going to happen if I do get on a plane for six hours.”
“You’ll probably hyperventilate and scare the shit out everyone that’s sitting beside you.” Tom shrugged his shoulders at her expression, “You asked.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“No you don’t.”
“I really do.”
“Ahh, you really don’t.”
“I mean I could if you were here.”
“Thomas!” [Y/N] shrieked.
Laughing, Tom ran a hand through his hair. “Babe, just please come. I really need you. I’m getting so unbelievably stressed out right now and you always know what to do and say to make me feel better.”
[Y/N] groaned, she hated when Tom used that whole ‘you make my stress go away’ ruse. But, she knew at the same time that it wasn’t just a trick to get her there. She really didn’t know how she made Tom’s stress disappear but she did. “Baby.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” She groaned. “When I wake up later, I’ll look up the flights okay?”
Tom smiled, “Let me know which one and I’ll pay for it, okay?”
“Absolutely not.” She countered.
“What? Yes.” Tom snapped back, his brow raised. “I kind of peer pressured you into coming here, so let me pay for it okay?”
“And let you pay for my hotel room too? This is how it goes, you always pay for everything.”
“Of course not. You’re staying with me.” Tom grinned, “And I’m supposed to and before you hit me with the whole sexist shit, it’s also because I want to. You’re my Queen, baby.”
She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Won’t be soon enough. I love you, get some sleep.”
“I love you too and don’t worry I plan on it.” She blew him a kiss and ended the call. Setting her phone back on her nightstand, she sighed into her pillow. Reaching down to pull the collar of the hoodie she wore to her nose, she inhaled Tom’s scent. At least she’ll get to steal another hoodie of his when she visits. [Y/N] couldn’t even begin to count the number of his hoodies she had in her closet. And she was amazed that he kept buying them knowing that they would end up with her.
Smiling as she fell asleep, she couldn’t wait to see and feel him again.
DomesticAU; in which mornings with Baekhyun are the most pleasurable ones.
Warnings: Smut: thigh-riding, riding.
Word count: 1,2K
Entering consciousnesses, all you could hear was the sheets and blankets around you shuffling before a small gasp and then a petite moan sounding throughout the bedroom. Your eyes opens with ease and you let out a quick moan before turning among the warm blankets to see what the commotion was all about- only to find Baekhyun laying, sleeping on his back in only his boxers that explained just what had Baekhyun gasping in his dreams; morning-wood.
Pairing: Reader x Vernon Genre: angst?, fluff, High School!AU Request: “
Could you do a Hansol au? The ‘plot’ being: the reader is a very popular highschooler and everyone loves them. One day they find out their s/o has been cheating on them in one of the empty classroom. Later (still) at school, they start crying on the rooftop and Hansol (who’s the residential “bad boy”) finds the reader crying. They become friends and later more! Also, could you make the reader, flirty and charming?” Word count: 4,159 A/N: Requested by smol anon. Sorry that this took me so so long! I hope you see this! Also I’m so bad at titles please forgive me
Today’s weather seemed set on
offending you. The warmth and brightness of the sun seemed to sneer at you,
mocking you for your own miserable demeanor. The sun only emphasized the warmth
in your cheeks as you stormed outside, doing your best to stop yourself from
crying. You couldn’t. Not here, anyway. Not at school. That would be a
You managed to make your way to
the very back of the school, hiding yourself among the dumpsters. You sunk to
the floor, resting your back against the hot, black plastic of one of the
dumpsters. It smelt terrible, but you didn’t have the energy to care. You’d
just caught your partner cheating on you. At school. In an empty classroom, for
anyone to discover. They hadn’t even waited to get home. They’d only just sent
you a text this morning telling you how much they loved you.
You burst into tears. Hot,
unadulterated tears streamed down your face. Bile had risen in your throat. Just
the thought of the two of them, shirts unbuttoned, with lips swollen from
kissing was enough to make you want to throw up. How could they do this to you?
Nine months. It had been nine months. Maybe that wasn’t very long in the grand
scheme of life, but it had felt like something important to you. You’d thought
that the two of you had been in love; and you had been, for all you’d known. What were people going to think?
The two of you had maintained a
relatively high level relationship, after all. How were you going to confront
people, if this got out?
It didn’t matter if everyone
loved you. You were alone.
“Oh.” A voice broke
your train of thought. “Hello.”
You laid on the couch in the living room. Roman and Dean were playing video games and had been all day and even through last night.
You were bored out of your mind. Playing video games were fun, don’t get me wrong, but all night and then right out of bed?
“Ro, are you almost done? You promised me you read with me before you went back on the roads and you’re leaving in less than 34 hours.” Roman grunted and wave his hand in the air before returning it to the controller.
“You have fun, Baby.” You frowned. “No offensive, Dean, but Ro you’re on the road with him all the time. I would like it if I could spend some time with you.” Another grunt.
You got up from the couch and snatched your book from the coffee table. “Whatever. Spend time with Dean…” You mumbled, making your way to the bedroom.
The book you were reading was so damn good. You haven’t been able to put it down since you began reading it.
You didn’t even know Dean and Roman stopped playing video games and now Dean was asleep in the guest room.
Roman opened the door to your shared bedroom and leaned against the doorframe. You were lying in bed, blankets wrapped around you, propped up and most of the pillows.
Roman smiled, taking in how you looked in the moment.
Roman slipped into the room and quietly shut the door behind him. Crawling on the bed, Roman tried to get your attention by sticking his nose in the corner of the book.
You simply moved the book out of the way to far into your book to notice it was Roman. Next, he tried to curl his large body around yours.
You still didn’t notice him. Roman sighed. “Baby…” He hummed, dragging his nose up your arm. Nothing. “Baby…”
He dragged his hand up your thigh. Not a reaction. He sighed. “Sweet cheeks…” He nuzzled your neck.
You flipped the page of your book. He groaned loudly. “Babe!” You bit your lip, eyes still scanning the page.
“Babe…Come on…” He whispered in your ear. You flipped to the next page. Finally, he snatched the book from your hands.
“Don’t ignore me! I want attention!” You stared blankly at him. Honest. You didn’t know he was in here. You smirked then. “Now you know how it feels.”
Summary: Reader and Bucky broke up, having to share time with their kid which ultimately brings them back together.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: just fluff (maybe a lil bit of arguing) but just fluff
A/N: I was just sitting down, doing my school work when this cute/funny idea popped in my head and I immediately wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget. Hope ya like it :) I’ll edit later my dudes.
It had been about 4 months since you and Bucky had broken up from a three year long relationship. It was a nasty argument about him not being home enough due to all the missions he’d been going on with the rest of the team. Then, the argument shifted from one problem to the next. You told him you hated when he didn’t wash a dish after using it, he told you he hated how you weren’t affectionate with him anymore to which you responded with “how am I supposed to be affectionate with you when you’re never home?”. The argument went on, touching different subjects until you called it off, Bucky agreeing and storming out.
The next day he came by and gathered his things, leaving to the Avengers Tower where he lives till this day. You two somehow agreed to joint custody with your son, Zeppelin. You would have him Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and Bucky had him Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
Today was Saturday and you were headed to the Tower to hand over some paperwork to Steve and Tony. You knew you’d see Bucky there and you weren’t too thrilled at the thought.
You make it to the Tower and go straight into the conference room where you knew Tony and Steve would be. “Hey guys.” you smile.
The two men look up at the doorway and smile when seeing you.
“Hey Y/N.” Steve says, walking around the table and hugging you.
“Wow, you look great.” Tony comments and you chuckle.
“It’s from sucking the souls out from my enemies.” you flip your hair over your shoulder, causing the two to laugh. “Anyways, I brought over the files you asked for. They were a little tricky to get ahold of but I got ‘em.”
“You’re a life saver.” Tony says, taking the folder from you and opening it.
“Mhm. I expect food as a token of your gratitude. Chinese is always good, or if you really wanna seal the deal, Olive Garden.” you say. “You both know where I live.”
And with that, you turn to the door, Tony and Steve saying goodbye. While making your way to the elevator, you pass the conjoined living room and kitchen, seeing Sam, Wanda, Nat and Clint. You make a U-turn and enter the room, smiling when Wanda spots you first.
“Y/N!” she shouts, rushing over to you and engulfing you in a hug.
“Hey Wanda.” you giggle.
“I haven’t seen you here in forever! Nat and I were just talking about going out for lunch today. Do you want to come?” she asked. You look over her shoulder and wave at Nat who got up and hugged you tightly.
“Uh.. Sure, why not. I’ve got nothing else to do.” you shrug. The girls cheer at your acceptance and you look over at Sam and Clint. “Hey guys.”
They greet you back and you were about to talk with them when you heard that all too familiar voice. Spinning around you see Bucky standing at the counter with Zeppelin standing next to him.
“Here you go buddy.” he murmurs, scooping some food onto a plate and placing it on the floor for Zeppelin to eat.
“What are you feeding my son, Bucky?” you spoke, walking closer to the two.
Bucky’s gaze shifts from Zeppelin to you and he pursed his lips. “Food and he’s our son, Y/N. Not just yours.”
“I sent over food with him.”
“Yeah and he didn’t like it.” the brunette argued.
“Bullshit. He eats it at home.” you respond. “Have you been feeding him human food every time he comes here?”
“He likes it.” Bucky folds his arms.
“Wait,” Clint whispers amongst Sam and the girls. “They have a son?”
“Mhm.” Sam nods.
“Zeppelin.” Nat confirms.
Clint quirks an eyebrow. “Zeppelin.. The dog?”
“Yep.” Wanda nods.
“They got a dog two years into their relationship and four months ago, when they broke up they decided on this joint custody thing.” Sam explained, all their eyes on you and Bucky.
“Y/N gets him Monday through Thursday and Bucky gets him Friday through Sunday.” Wanda adds.
Clint scoffed. “I really need to come visit more often.”
“I can’t believe you would do this.” you shake your head.
“It’s just human food Y/N, sorry that he doesn’t like the shitty dog food you buy him.” Bucky rolled his eyes.
“He’s gonna get used to that and soon he’s not going to want the dog food anymore.” you sigh. “They make dog food for a reason - so that dogs can eat it.”
Bucky gasps. “Are you calling our son a dog?”
“He is a dog you gigantic idiot.”
Bucky kneels down to be leveled with Zeppelin who was done eating the food from the plate. “It’s okay, Z. Mommy’s just being a big meanie.” he says as he hugs the dog.
You sit on the floor. “And daddy’s being a dumbass because he’s feeding you junk food and you can get sick.”
Zeppelin pulls away from Bucky and turns to you, nudging your shoulder with his nose. He always did this when he wanted you to pet him. So you did.
Bucky glared at you. “I don’t always feed him junk food.”
“Oh really? Then please tell me what other foods you feed him that are healthy!” you respond.
“He likes carrots!”
“Oh! Thank god the only healthy food you give him is carrots!” you say in a sarcastic tone.
“He likes broccoli too - and raw eggs!” Bucky moves to a sitting position.
You look at him as if he’s gone mad. “Raw eggs!? Are you crazy Bucky? Zeppelin could get salmonella or E. coli!”
Bucky makes a face. “What the fuck is E. coli?”
You hug the dog. “It’s a bacterium that can cause serious infections.”
“Oh shit.” the soldier breathed. “Well good thing I’ve only given him eggs twice.”
“Today?” you snap and he glares at you even more. You look at Zeppelin a frown. “My poor baby. Maybe I should just take you home today.”
Zeppelin licks your face and barks happily.
“What? No! It’s my day to have him, you can’t just take him from me!” Bucky shouts and you roll your eyes, ignoring him.
Without you or Bucky noticing, Wanda, Nat, Sam and Clint left the kitchen, informing Steve and Tony who they bumped into, to not go in the kitchen because the two parents were arguing.
“I wouldn’t have to take him from you if we were still together.” you comment, keeping your eyes on Zeppelin as you spoke.
Bucky scoffed. “And who’s fault is that?”
“Shut up.” you hissed. There was a small moment of silence between the two of you as you sat on the floor with Zeppelin. You keep your eyes glued to the floor as you break that silence. “You didn’t even fight it. You just agreed and left.”
Bucky sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I thought that was what you wanted.”
“Obviously not. I still wanted to be with you.” you mutter, playing with Zeppelin’s fur.
Bucky exhales. “I miss you.”
“Oh really?” your eyes snap up at him. “Cause last time I checked you were using my son to pick up chicks.”
“Our son.” he corrected for the second time. “And it was one time. The chick turned out to be boring as hell.”
You roll your eyes. “Because that makes the situation so much better.”
“Listen,” he sighs. “I know some of the things that I said were out of line and I’m sorry.”
He wasn’t talking about Zeppelin anymore.
“I’m sorry too.” you say. “I was being stupid. We fought over you not being home enough then it turned into more. The break up was my fault.”
“It was.” Bucky agrees, causing a sharp look from you. “But these past four months have made me realize that I really miss you. I miss you yelling at me for not washing dishes after I use them. I miss us folding clothes with each other.”
A smile finds its way to your lips. “We never got that done. We’d end up throwing the clothes at each other.”
Bucky laughs, remembering the moments. “I miss when we’d dance around the apartment in just our underwear.”
“We probably looked like idiots.” you giggle.
“Probably.” he nods. “But cute idiots.”
You smile - and there was that god damn moment of silence again. You think back to all the good times you’ve had with Bucky, remembering when you two first adopted Zeppelin and how happy the two of you were.
You knew Bucky tried his best to be home when he could. He loved coming home to you and Zeppelin. But sometimes missions didn’t go as planned and you knew that.
“And I know that Zeppelin misses us being together.” Bucky broke the silence.
“Yeah.” you say. “He still waits by the door for you to come home.”
“When he starts missing you I have to show him pictures of you.” Bucky spoke, scratching behind Zeppelin’s ear - his favorite spot.
You smirk. “You still have pictures of me?”
“Well yeah I-” he lets out a chuckle. “I don’t even have a reason to support that.”
The two of you watch as Zeppelin lays down in front of you on his side, whimpering and nudging you with his nose. You and Bucky laugh, scratching his side.
“Do you think Z wants his parents back together?” you question, looking at Zeppelin with a smile.
“I’d like to think he does.” Bucky nods.
“So we should.. You know.. Maybe get back together? For Zeppelin’s sake.” you look over at Bucky. He’s already looking at you.
“Yeah. No kid - or dog should grow up with their parents separated.” he nods.
You both stare at each other, eyes drifting down to each others lips a couple of times. You guys stop scratching Zeppelin, much to his dismay, and Bucky lunges at you. You fall back on the floor with him on top of you, lips attached to each others in a longing kiss. Your hands find their way to his hair and you thread your fingers through the silky locks.
Bucky lets out a groan. Oh how he missed kissing you. It was interrupted all too soon by Zeppelin who tried squeezing his way between the two of you, thinking that you guys were playing around. You and Bucky pull away and turn to Zeppelin who licked your face then Bucky’s before barking. Laughing, Bucky ruffled his fur before standing up, helping you as well.
“So.. Are we back together?” he breathed out.
“Yeah.. Are you going to move back in with me?”
“I think it would be best. For Zeppelin.” Bucky nodded.
“For Zeppelin.” you repeat.
Again, you two stare at each other before your lips were on his in another kiss and again Zeppelin got excited and jumped up, barking. The two of you pull away and Bucky scoffed.
“This damn dog is a cock block.” he huffed.
You laugh and look down at Zeppelin who stared up at you and Bucky.
“Did you just call our son a dog?” you gasp.
Bucky playfully rolls his eyes. “Shut up.” he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Lets go home.”
“What about your stuff?” you question.
“We’ll get it tomorrow. I just wanna be with you tonight.” he hummed, kissing your cheek. Zeppelin barked. “And Zeppelin too.”
A/N: Why am I so bad at endings?? Anyways, tell me what ya think! :)
HELLO!! ;) Soo I have a prompt for you... Keith has hiccups and his hiccups are adorable...what is Shiro's reaction?? Yes this is for the voltron family au
[The Voltron Family] Saturday morning. The whole family was eating by the breakfast table. Shiro handing more bacon to Hunk’s plate, Keith making sure Lance didn’t make a mess with his food. Pidge was being carried by Keith because she was still so sleepy and didn’t want to sit on the stool, plus, she loved nibbling Keith’s neck—she had an oral fixation at the age of four and no matter how much they try to correct it, she just really liked it.
Shiro: *looks at Keith* Want to switch? Keith: *caresses Pidge’s back* Nah, it’s fine. Let her be. Shiro: Keith, you know, one day you’re going to be headless because of your daughter. *chuckles* Keith: *glares* I’d rather die in the arms of my own daugh—
Before Keith could finish, he started to hiccup which caught him by surprise and everyone else in the kitchen. They all turned towards him.
Pidge: *stops and looks at Keith* Daddy? *tilts her head* Keith: Yes, sweet pe— *hiccups* *covers mouth* Pidge: *giggles in delight* *touches Keith’s cheeks* Daddy. Keith: *turns to Pidge* Pidge: *kisses Keith loudly with a smack on the cheek* Keith: *melting from so much affection* Awww, sw— *hiccups* Lance: *turns to Shiro* Daddy Shiro, what’s wrong with Daddy Keith? Why does he sound funny? *laughs* Shiro: *smiles* He has a hiccup, buddy. Hunk: *confused* Like from How To Train Your Dragon? *looks around* I don’t see him anywhere. *looks at Keith in horror* Did Daddy Keith eat Hiccup? Keith: *frowns* I didn’t *hiccups* baby *hiccups* Of cour— *hiccups* not. *grunts* Shiro: *stands up and gives Keith a glass* Why don’t you drink water, sweetheart? It might go away.
It didn’t. And Keith just glared at Shiro.
Shiro: Hmmm, maybe the kids might know a thing or two. *smirks* Lance: *taps Hunk* Use The Google, Hunk!! Hunk: *nods and grabs the iPad* *searches on google* *types* What. Do. We. Do. When. Daddy. Keith. Has. A. Hiccup. Shiro: *knows all the remedies but still joins the fun* So? Anything interesting to cure your Daddy, boys? *leans in* Hunk: *furrows eyebrows* The Google isn’t helping. There’s nothing. Shiro: *amused* Why don’t you delete “Daddy Keith,” maybe that will work? Hunk: *does what he’s told* Oh! There! Lance: *reads* It says one, hold your breath. Two, put a pinch of sugar under your tongue. Three, ask someone to scare you. *looks at Keith* Hey! We could do number three, Daddy Keith! Keith: No one *hiccups* Is *hiccups* going *hiccups* to scare *hiccups* Me! Hunk: Then let’s do number one. *turns to Keith* Hold your breath. Lance: And count to 100!!! *excited smile* Shiro: Your Daddy Keith might die if he counts to 100. 10 will do. Keith: *rolls his eyes* *nods* *holds his breath and mentally counts* All four: *looks at him expectantly* Keith: *hiccups* *frowns* All four: *groans collectively* Lance: The Google is a liar. *crosses arms* Hunk: Hey! Don’t be mean. It was just trying to help.
Keith still had hiccups as he went to the living room to get his phone, he was about to head back to the kitchen with his family when suddenly Lance appeared from behind the wall to scare him that he almost dropped his phone.
Keith: *shock* What the heck, Lance?! Lance: *giggles* Did I scare you? Did it work, Daddy Keith? Keith: *hiccups* *looks pointedly at Lance* Lance: Oh, sweet niblets. *stomps his foot in annoyance*
Keith just shook his head in amusement. He appreciated his son’s effort despite it being a failure. He turned around only to be surprised when Shiro pulled him into a deep kiss. Keith pulled Shiro closer as he smiled into their kiss and pushed them further away from the children’s sight. They tried to be quiet as much as possible but Shiro couldn’t help himself let out a giggle when he almost bumped into the railings of the stairs. Keith didn’t give a damn, it just gave him an opening and when Shiro bit his lower lip, he detached himself and glared at Shiro.
Keith: *offended* You bit me. Hard. How dare you? In my own house?!! Shiro: *smirks* Well, at least it worked. Keith: What? *confused* Shiro: *grins* Come here, you. *pulls Keith once again* *whispers in his ear* Your hiccups. Keith: *blinks* Oh. *laughs* *then realizes what Shiro did* Still! You bit me! Shiro: *laughs* I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you then. *leans in for another make out session* Hunk: *shouts from the kitchen* Daddy Shiro! Pidge is biting the table again!! Shiro and Keith: *rolls their eyes and stop midway* Keith: Remind me again why we got kids? Shiro: Shut up. You love them. *shakes his head fondly* Now c’mon before that daughter of yours eats our whole house.
Sat at the table, lent back in your chair with your arms
folded across your chest you pondered over the countless articles and documents
Castiel had placed on the board. Uncle Dean stood in front of them, running a
hand over his chin, while you scrolled through Google looking for more clues.
Your Dad walked in, surprised to see you awake. But, he
didn’t question it and sat down next to you. “Sleep okay?” He asked, nudging
You nodded, adding a quiet “Yeah.”
“Got anything?” Your Dad asked, reluctantly tearing his
attention away from you.
“Nope, I just don’t get how a chick can disappear…?”
“I think that’s what Cas was trying to find out.” Your Dad chuckled, subtly
peering over your shoulder to read what was on your screen.
“Oh uh, Mom called.” Uncle Dean turned so his back was facing Cas’ research and
sat down opposite the pair of you. “Said there was a Shifter case and she’d
“got it” apparently”. He waved speech marks with his fingers as he spoke.
“Well, if she’s got it chances are she’s got it. Mom’s good you know.”
“She got back into it kinda quick don’t you think?” Uncle Dean sighed. You
considered saying something witty, but decided against it and continued to
watch them bicker.
“You still pissed about Cas?” Your Dad wondered, regretting
the words as he spoke.
“Yeah okay, because when I hear cosmic consequences my first
thought isn’t exactly rainbows. I’m just wondering if he did the right thing.”
You looked up for the first time “He did.” Uncle Dean looked
a little taken back at your input.
“I did.” Castiel’s voice filled the room. “But more importantly, I’ve found
“Got a lead on Kelly?” Your Dad wondered, relaxing in his
“No. This is much more personal. Benjamin called out for
help last night-“
“Good old angel radio.” Uncle Dean scoffed, earning a glare from you.
“-He was begging for
help. I need to make sure he’s okay.” Cas finished, ignoring Uncle Dean’s
“Okay,” Your Dad rose from his chair “We’ll help.”
“All of you?” Castiel aimed his question at Uncle Dean despite his choice of
“Yep,” You spoke for everyone “All three of us. Whether we like it or not.” You
smiled sweetly at Uncle Dean, your expression full of satire.
The car journey was tense. Castiel sat in the back with you
and Uncle Dean didn’t put his usual rock music on through the speakers. If anything,
you were grateful to be able to listen to headphones without them on full
volume, however you only had one in as not to miss anything interesting in
conversation. Not that there was much of that going on at the time.
“Okay, can we please skip the silent treatment it’s getting
ridiculous!?” Dad sighed, looking back and forth between the pair of three year olds in the car. Both of which said nothing.
“We’re gonna need a plan, any information would be nice.”
“Benjamin was careful, this is strange for them to be in need.”
“I guess they wouldn’t make stupid
choices with cosmic consequences huh?”
Uncle Dean looked back and you’d just about had enough.
“ROAD.” You ordered, kicking the back of his chair.
He flinched, not having heard you shout before and cleared his throat, looking
back on the road. “Don’t kick my Baby.” He frowned.
“Then keep your eyes on the road, funnily enough dying isn’t on the calendar
for today.” You sassed.
Your Dad chuckled “I knew there was a reason I let you come.”
You sat in the car, unfortunately still too young to pass as
an FBI agent. Instead, you put in both headphones and waited, loading and
unloading your gun.
When they came back out Cas was ahead, your Dad and Uncle following on behind
You swallowed, moving up so Cas could get in your side. He did, nodding as a
small thank you but not speaking a word.
“What’s happening?” You asked, fed up of no one clarifying anything.
“I know of an Angel who can help, Ishim. I’m meeting him. Alone.”
When you arrived at the Diner the four of you got out in
“Ishim will be expecting me alone, you wait here.” Cas declared. You nodded,
but your Uncle and Dad weren’t having it. “Excuse me?” Uncle Dean raised his
eyebrows and tilted his head a little.
“He doesn’t have all that much tolerance for…humans.” Cas sighed. “I promised
I’d come alone.”
“Then go, we’ll wait.” You say, ignoring your Uncle’s offended gaze.
“What?” You shrugged at them when Cas walked in.
“You’re just gonna let him go in there alone?” Uncle Dean scoffed.
“We just need to be patient, if he needs us he’ll say something. We know he
will.” You assured him.
“Yeah,” Your Dad nodded “Y/N’s right. We can wait.”
“You can.” Uncle Dean took in a deep breath, preparing himself to move “I’m
Immediately, your Dad followed after his brother, only you
stayed behind, sticking by your idea that if Cas wanted you he’d say. You
sighed, watching the cars go by in the window. Reflections made everything seem
so much more surreal. Blurs of motion were interrupted when a woman with a dark
trench coat, high pony tail and proud stance walked out. She glanced at you
briefly, then looked at the Impala who you were leaning against. “Winchester?”
You nodded slowly before adding “Only half.”
“Hmm.” She hummed, as if trying to decipher you. Humans were
nothing but a complex code of shades of grey amongst black and white to Angels.
“You don’t look like much of a threat.” She declared before moving on.
Following after her, you caught up to her fast pace “What’s that supposed to
“Younger primates are less worrying. More impressionable.” She stated.
“Thank you…?” You frowned, your eyebrows knitting together.
You turned the corner with her, chuckling “Mirabel, is it?”
A voice sounded, instantly you turned on the spot and held out a gun.
A woman with red hair and a sort of eyepatch on her left
side dug a knife into the Angel’s chest. She lit up from inside like the start
of a fire before collapsing. Her vessel nothing but that.
You looked at her in shock, then back up to the mysterious
woman. “I have no interest in harming humans.” She held her hands out in front
of herself, a peace offering perhaps.
“Me neither. But believe me I will.” You snarled.
“Mirabel!” A man with scruff tracing his jawline, a dark
trench coat and a clear path in his mind raced towards the dead angel. He pushed
you out of the way, but you were too confused at the absence of the lady who
was just there to notice.
“What happened?” The man looked at you desperately. You opened your mouth to
speak only to be silenced by the lady: she was back. “Ishim, right?” She tilted
her head and held out a blade.
“Hey!” You shouted, trying to distract the woman. “Ishim” blocked and kicked
her to the floor, they began fighting, but neither seemed interested in you.
You concentrated on Castiel, and closed your eyes ‘Cas’ you managed, hoping it’d be enough
to get his attention. You couldn’t say much despite your abilities -not that you were keen to use them all that much- but talking to people in their
heads was much easier if they were an Angel or another like yourself.
You heard footsteps, turned on your heels and saw Cas
looking more worried than anything else. His blue eyes were surveying the
situation, holding their gaze on yours to make sure you were okay before joining
in the fight.
You stood back, not sure whether to draw a blade yourself or
hold out your gun. Although, something told you she wouldn’t be too phased by
“Y/N!” Your Dad called, running next to your side.
“Hey, you okay?” He bent down slightly to be eye level with you and put a hand
on your shoulder. You nodded blankly, watching the fight instead of his eyes.
He sighed and got out his handgun, aiming it at the woman. Uncle Dean did the
“It won’t kill her.” You mumbled, you weren’t sure why, but
you could just tell.
“What?” Your Uncle glanced at you briefly, not having heard you.
You realised if they put their guns down they’d probably join in the fight so
you shook your head, sighed “never mind” and got out your own gun, cocking it
and readying yourself to put your finger overt the trigger.
The woman held out her hand in front of herself, casting
some sort of light, it was as bright as a thousand suns and forced you all to
shield your eyes. Despite your tightly squeezed eyes and hands attempting to
cast a shadow you could still feel the burning heat and blinding light.
The moment it went you opened your eyes and lowered your hand, expecting her to
be stood victoriously. But she was driving away…she was running away.
You scowled at her before checking to see everyone was okay.
Thankfully, no one seemed too wounded except for the Ishim guy who was hunched
over, a deep wound on his side where the Angel blade had sliced his vessel through to him.
After staring up at the left over paintings in the Church you padded over to where your Dad and Uncle were sat opposite from Ishim. Cas was in the middle, looking between them nervously. You sat down next to Cas, offering a smile to which he returned gratefully.
You then waited for someone to say something. “Are the Winchester’s training up orphans now?” Ishim smirked, looking you up and down. “That’s my daughter your talking about so I suggest you shut up.” Dad snapped. Ishim squinted at you, trying to figure you out. “Interesting,” He spoke quietly, sitting up before adding more volume to his voice “Moving on, I believe we have much to discuss.” This was aimed directly at Cas.
“They stay,” Cas leaned forward “All of them.”
“Alright,” Ishim was offended but he didn’t show it “I just can’t believe that Lily’s still here.” The way he switched between tones of voice was unnerving.
“Wait, you know that lady?” Dad questioned curiously.
Cas and Ishim shared a look. “You’re sure about them all staying?” Ishim checked. “I’m sure.”
The three of you listened intently as Cas spoke about the past. A Nephilim had come into being and Castiel, Ishim and some other Angels were sent on a mission to “take care of things”. You didn’t like the choice of the word “Care.” There was no care in killing.
Ishim had gone alone after the Father Angel was dealt with. You didn’t trust that, however said nothing.
“So how come she’s still alive?” You asked, breaking the silence.
“A demonic pact I expect. She’s powerful, I know that much.” Ishim answered almost too easily. “Ishim, let me tend to your wound.” Cas stood up, his trench coat brushing against your knee slightly. “That won’t be necessary. We need to go and see Lily.”
“Me and Sam’ll go.” Uncle Dean decided. You frowned. “No, it’s too dangerous. Me and Ishim will go-” “Cas, man this chick doesn’t care about Humans. She’ll leave us alone, not you though.” Cas sighed “Alright.” You protested “If she doesn’t care about humans then why can’t I go?”
Uncle Dean narrowed his eyes at you “Don’t you think you’ve gotten into enough situations, kid” “Yeah but this way you guys can keep an eye on me or hold my hand if you get scared.” “Y/N…” Your Dad gave you a disapproving look. “So you’d rather leave me with an Angel we’ve just me in a vulnerable place with no signal?” You held your phone up with zero bars to prove a point. “Good choice.”
“Fine. But you stay behind us at all times and do as we say.” You smirked “Sure.”
“Who knows, we might even be able to talk her out of it.” Your Dad thought aloud. “No, she has her mind set.” Cas immediately dismissed the suggestion. “But-” “Her daughter was murdered. She wants revenge. She’s not going to listen to two strangers! Think about it, would you?”
Your Dad immediately looked at you, his eyes sad “I uh, “He cleared his throat “Guess not.”
“You’re sure this is the right address?” Uncle Dean asked, stepping out of the elevator. You waited for your Dad to do so also before following on. “Well I checked with-” “Yep.” You nodded, cutting your Dad off before he went on a rant. Uncle Dean chuckled “Thanks for saving me some brain cells, kid.” “You’re welcome.” You giggled.
“How did you find me?!” Lily’s face was full of fright but confidence if it came to a fight. “We don’t wanna hurt you.” Your Dad put his hands up, you and Uncle Dean copying after.
“I don’t wanna hurt you either.” She hesitated.
“Good, that’s good.” Dad looked at his brother for help.
“We wanted to say sorry about what happened to your family, it’s no one’s fault that heaven has these crazy rules on Nephilim-” “Nephilim?” lily echoed, her face scrunched up in confusion. “You think…?”
“My Daughter was human.”
Shocked, you looked between your Dad and Uncle, both looking as new to this information as you were. “Give us a minute.” Uncle Dean put an arm on his brothers and turned him around so the three of you were in some sort of huddle. “You buying any of this?” “Kinda.” You and your Dad nodded. Uncle Dean attempted to call Cas only no one picked up. “No signal remember.” You noted, glancing at Lily who appeared to be becoming more and more irritated. “She’s uh, well-” Uncle Dean was cut off by her.
“She has no interest in hurting any humans and she can hear you.” Lily folded her arms over her chest, her hip sticking out to the side slightly.
“Sorry, you’re right.” Your Dad nodded.
Uncle Dean decided to go back over to confront Ishim, whereas your Dad offered to stay with Lily. You had very little choice and stayed with your Dad.
Inside her room it was cold, but not freezing- bearable. Lily sat down on her bed, clutching a photo of her and her daughter. It was a daguerreotype, black and white with a sort of laminated finish to it. You didn’t have time to see the details as she held it close to herself, shutting out anyone else’s gazes.
You stood, waiting for someone to speak. “I get wanting revenge, I really do but uh…why wait so long?” Lily looked down “I had to. Before they lost their wings, Angels very rarely came down to Earth. There’s no way of going to them, you have to wait for them to come to you. But that’s okay, I learned to be patient. Patience is a talent.” “Yeah,” Your Dad looked at you “I’m beginning to notice that.”
Oblivious to your Dad’s gaze, you looked about the room with your eyes, stopping to take in the occasional book title or piece of equipment.
“What deal did you make to become so powerful?” You asked, looking her in the eye. “I paid the price,” She tapped her eyepatch “Every time I use Enochian magic a piece of my soul is destroyed. Eventually-” “You won’t care about anything, feel anything or need anyone. You’ll be alone without emotion.” Your Dad seemed to be able to finish off the sentence a little too easily. You thought back to that Hunter’s funeral where you reunited with Mary, you’d heard a few rumours that your Dad had lost his soul…could it be true?
“If your brother confronts Ishim, he will kill him.” Lily changed topic, wanting to turn the attention to something or someone else.You dropped your previous thought and frowned.
That caught both of your attentions.
“And then you’ll help me. For which I can wait.”
With your Dad in front of you and Lily taking the lead you made your way back to Cas and Ishim, determined to make sure Uncle Dean was okay. Dad glanced back at you worriedly. You didn’t notice and went straight over to Cas. Cas was hunched up, dried blood creating a frozen river along his face. “Cas, hey look at me. You okay?” You asked softly, gingerly putting a hand on his face. He was cold and lacking his Angel side.
“Y/N, I need your blade.” He demanded, holding out his hand and reaching towards where your other hand was clutching the Angel blade. “No Cas, they’re handling it. You’re not strong enough.” If anything that seemed to encourage him as he rose from his position, leaning slightly on you to lever himself up. “The blade.” He breathed. You held it away from him “It’s not safe, I’ll take care of him.” You found yourself using that phrase you hated so much, cringing when you finished the sentence. “I’ll kill him.” You added, convincing yourself you were going through with it.
“No. It’s my faul. I need to be the one to do this,” He looked at you with desperate eyes “Please, Y/N.”
You swallowed, looking over your shoulder to see Ishim still up and fighting- not showing signs of stopping, either. Sighing, you held out the knife, the handle facing where he could grasp it. He did so without hesitation. “Thank you.” He nodded.
You watched as the Soldier marched towards his enemy. The blade stabbed through Ishim’s chest, burning his Grace and destroying him. Silence took over, Cas collapsed to the floor, his breaths heavy, and he looked up at lily.
Your eyes watched in amazement as ashen scorch marks spread from the corpse like veins. They eventually stopped to form Angel wings either side of him. Clear indents and feathers were nothing but burnt marks on the cold floor. It was sad, but also beautiful. Perhaps this one got his wings after all.
“Food!” Your Uncle’s voice managed to sound loud even when you had headphones in. “Okay!” You called back, happy to finally be eating. You took out your headphones, putting them on your bedside table, before heading towards the kitchen.
Inches away from the entrance and you could already tell something was off. Their voices were more hushed and tension was thick in the air. You took in a deep breath, forcing yourself to keep going. Entering the kitchen just reinforced your suspicions. Instead of next to an empty seat, your Dad had sided with Uncle Dean, leaving you to have a seat opposite. Uncle Dean pushed your plate forward to insist that was where you sat. He offered you a smile none the less. “Eat up, kid.” He chuckled,but it wasn’t his usual cheeky tone. It was more forced.
It was burger and chips, ketchup on the side. You sat down, looking at them and back down to your food. They obviously had a lot of questions to ask you, since that wretched Mr K decided it would be fine to bring up Max. Those damn voice mails didn’t help your case either. But at least no one else knew about them…yet.
You sighed “I guess this is about what Mr K said…” “Y/N, sweetheart, we’re worried about you. I understand that you don’t know us well enough to recite your life story, but you do trust us…dont you?” Your Dad asked, leaning forward. You nodded. He sighed.
Uncle Dean interrogated, eating a chip: “So who’s this Max, huh? The hell is he-” “She.” You snapped. “Dean,” Your Dad shot his brother an angry look “Whoever she is, I just want you to know that you can tell me…us.” He frowned at Uncle Dean at his correction of “Us”. “I know.” You looked at your food, picking at the chips.
“Would you be okay to tell us? To tell us anything? We’re not asking you to be mean, we’re really worried for you. I just want you to be okay.”
You took in a deep breath, running your hands through your hair and squeezing your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to stop yourself from crying. “Okay…” You started, your voice quivering. Both of them slowly looked at you, waiting patiently for you to say something else. “I guess I just thought you knew already…but no one mentioned her when I first met you…So I guess Mum didn’t tell you about her.” “Who…Max?” Your Dad tilted his head questioningly. You nodded. “Who was she?” He encouraged you to keep going, trying not to let his curiosity take over.
Your breath hitched in your throat and you looked him in the eye, another tear escaped, but this time you didn’t bother to wipe it away.
@ushibakawaka: aww you’re too cute, this request wasn’t bad at all! I actually really loved it! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it(:
Genre: don’t be fooled by the summary, this is pure fluff
Summary: In which a tampon, a notebook and a dildo lead Mingyu to his future girlfriend, or a sex addict, either is valid.
Author’s Note: I may have made this a lot weirder than I should but oh whales, I think it’s funny. Do you guys care for profanities by the way? I have a sailor’s mouth constantly, so I never really censor myself but if you guys want me to start putting in a warning please let me know! I don’t want to offend anyone! And just a side note: I’m not going to be able to write every request I get, just because I don’t get inspiration to write from the scenarios that are requested. Don’t be offended! I just suck at being creative sometimes. I do keep the idea in my drafts just in case an idea suddenly pops into my head!
I don’t normally write things outside of reader insert, but since this was only a drabble, I figured why not.
Prompt #7: “Let’s have a baby.”
Ever since Cas saw that baby on the last hunt he accompanied Sam and Dean on, he couldn’t get babies out of his head. She was the most adorable little girl he had ever seen, and that is a lot considering he had seen a lot of babies throughout his time of being an angel. Cas officially has “baby fever.”
He hadn’t really ever thought about kids before, not in the way he is now. It didn’t seem rational to him- he didn’t even take care of his vessel’s own kids when he first entered Jimmy’s body, and Dean didn’t really seem like the type of man to want kids. Sure, they hadn’t really had “that talk” yet, since they had only been together for about a year now (only officially- there had been a long period of time before that consisted of sexual tension and unresolved feelings), but Cas feels like Dean wouldn’t be up for it. He knows Dean loves him and would do anything for him, but considering that Dean hasn’t ever once brought up the idea of kids, he has left the subject alone.
But, after seeing that baby, Cas wants a kid of his own so badly. He knows that he can’t have a kid biologically, but adoption is always an option. Sure, they might not be of his blood (which might be a good thing- the last thing the Earth needs is a Nephilim wandering around), but they would still be his. Cas wants that more than ever.
“What are you thinking about?” Dean inquires, snapping Cas out of his thoughts. Dean’s holding his beer in his hand as he sits down on the bunker’s couch, throwing his arm lazily behind Cas’ shoulders.
“Nothing.” Cas gives Dean a weak smile, leaning into his chest. It’s moments like these that Cas loves- when it’s just the two of them, together, enjoying each other’s company. It took a long time to be able to get to this point, and now that they are, both of them are happier than they ever have been.
“Cas, I hope you know I can tell when you’re lying. You’re a shitty liar.” Dean laughs. “So, tell me what’s going on.”
“I am not a ‘shitty liar,’ as you put it. You just know me too well.” Cas grumbles.
“Exactly. I know you well enough to know when something is wrong.” Dean lifts up Cas’ chin, forcing him to look at him in the eye. “Babe, I can’t help if you don’t tell me. Is it me? Did I do something?”
“No, you did nothing.” Cas reassures, relief running throughout Dean’s body. “Remember that baby? The cute one with the pink bow on her forehead?”
“Yeah, I remember.” Dean nods.
“I want her.”
“You want her?” Dean crinkles his nose. “Babe, you can’t take another-“
“No, that’s not what I meant. That came out wrong.” A soft laugh escapes from Cas. “I want a baby, in general. I have what some humans would call ‘baby fever.’ I was hesitant to say anything to you because I do not know how you feel about kids.”
“That’s what this is all about? You were afraid I wouldn’t want a baby?” Dean frowns.
“You have never expressed interest in a child. I do not recall you even playing with the baby back-“ Cas is cut off by Dean pressing his lips up against his, moving in a slow and soft rhythm. Dean pulls away after a moment, a grin plastered on his face.
“I want whatever you want, Cas.” Dean breathes out. “You want a baby? Let’s have a baby.”
“Are you sure?” Cas’ eyes brighten. He never expected Dean to go for the idea.
“I’m positive. We can call up to the adoption agency tomorrow.” Dean kisses Cas’ forehead. “We’re gonna be great dads.”
I miss bonding time with Hunk and Keith. Oh can we get one where Hunk and Keith make cupcakes together and the judges are of course Shiro, Pidge, and Lance. *w*
[The Voltron Family] Hunk was down and it was Keith who noticed his little boy as he stared off into space in the living room, not minding his Gundam action figure. So Keith stopped doing his work on his laptop and turned to the boy sat beside him.
Keith: *nudges Hunk* Baby, what’s wrong? Hunk: *blinks* *turns around to look at Keith as if he just realized he wasn’t alone* *pouts* It’s nothing, Daddy Keith. Keith: *scoots closer* Doesn’t sound like nothing to me. You seem sad. Hunk: *nods* *grips his Gundam tighter* Keith: *frowns* How come? *takes the little boy into his arms* *places Hunk on his lap* Mind telling Daddy about it? Hunk: I… *cuddles closer* I don’t really know why I’m sad. I’m just… sad. Is that weird? *looks up* *worried* Keith: Awww, baby. *shakes head* *kisses Hunk’s forehead* It’s not weird at all. Sometimes you just feel sad for no reason and that’s okay. Hunk: Really? Keith: Yes. It’s good that you acknowledge that you’re sad because with that, you can do something about it. Hunk: What do you do when you’re sad? Keith: *ponders for a moment* Hmmmm, usually I talk to your Daddy Shiro and then we just— Oh! *suddenly has an idea* *smiles down at Hunk* I know exactly what we need to do to get rid of your sadness, sweetheart.
That was how Keith and Hunk found themselves in the kitchen with all the baking paraphernalia laid out in front of them. Shiro came in to get some orange juice when he saw the two of them.
Shiro: *smiles* Oh, what are we making? *kisses Keith on the lips as a greeting* *whispers* Hello, sweetheart. Keith: *smiles into the kiss* Hello to you, too. Hunk and I are— Hunk: *hands in the air excitedly* Baking cupcakes! Keith: *copies Hunk’s enthusiasm* Baking cupcakes! *turns to Hunk* Baby, can you get more butter in the fridge for me? Hunk: Okay! *climbs down his step ladder to go to the fridge* Shiro: *whispers* What’s this all about? Not that I’m complaining. You always make delicious cupcakes. Keith: *whispers* Hunk’s feeling a bit down and I thought baking would cheer him up a little. Shiro: *worried* Did something happen? Keith: Nothing in particular. It’s just one of those sad days. Shiro: *frowns* Oh, poor baby. *looks at Hunk who gets the butter* But I’m glad you’re doing this for him though. You done with your manuscript? Keith: That can wait. My little boy, however, cannot. Priorities, Shiro. Shiro: *chuckles* Of course. Priorities. *kisses Keith on the lips again* Anyways, I’ll just go—- Hunk: *comes back with the butter* Daddy Shiro? Shiro: *turns to Hunk quickly* Yes, my darling? Hunk: Will you eat our cupcakes later? *hopeful* Shiro: *smiles sweetly* Of course. Why wouldn’t I— Keith: *interrupts* In fact, Hunk, your Daddy Shiro will be the judge of our cupcakes! Hunk: *sparkly eyes* You mean— Keith: YES. We get to design the cupcakes. I restocked some ingredients, so we can go wild with it. *shows Hunk his fist of determination* Hunk: Can Pidge and Lance join Daddy Shiro as judges too?! Shiro: *looks back and forth Keith and Hunk* *sees the two of them look at him expectantly* Of course! I’ll go tell your siblings now.
Shiro made sure that Pidge and Lance wouldn’t disturb Keith and Hunk with their baking since they were the judges. The two kiddos felt so important and they were happy they were qualified to judge in the first place. After a few minutes they were called into the kitchen and they were presented with 6 cupcakes with different designs. Three designs for each of them.
Lance: *takes Hunk’s first cupcake* *tries to act all adult* Hmmm, I especially love how you tried drawing some mecha in this. Hunk: It’s supposed to be a gundam! *smiles excitedly* Lance: Aha! Of course I knew that! Beautiful. I love it, Hunk. Pidge: Daddy Keith, is that supposed to be… Keith: It’s an alien mothership. *full of pride* Pidge: *sparkly eyes* It’s beautiful. Oh my gosh. Are there aliens inside? Keith: Of course. *smug* Shiro: *whispers to himself in amusement* Weebs. Keith: *glares at Shiro* I heard that.
Hunk won of course. Keith faked cry at his defeat, and Hunk felt bad but Keith made sure he was fine. They had more cupcakes that didn’t have designs so the whole family designed their own and at some point it turned into a mess. Icing was on their skins everywhere. Usually Keith would tell everyone to behave and be serious because cupcake designing was serious business (plus they were making so much mess), but seeing Hunk smile and laugh during the whole process was more than enough for Keith to let it all slide.
Keith: *nudges Shiro while not taking his eyes off Hunk* *whispers* You are sooo helping me clean this mess later. Shiro: Don’t worry. I already anticipated that. *boops Keith’s nose to give him blue icing* *laughs* Ooopsies! Let me get that— *leans in to kiss Keith’s nose* Keith: *stops Shiro by smearing some icing across the bridge of Shiro’s nose* Ooopsies. My hand slipped. *shrugs innocently* Shiro: Why, you little— *laughs*
“Can you do a john laurens x reader where it’s just them spending time with their son ???” a/n: Lucas is ur three year old son and there wasn’t really a plot here so I just went with whatever I could think of - it’s so bad and I’m really really sorry. words: 1,710
Dean and Sam walked into the library after spending the better half of the morning shooting rounds at target practice. It almost felt like they were going to bring the whole place down with the way the gunshot sounds bounced off the walls and echoed to every inch of their home. They took a seat at the library table and poured themselves a glass of whiskey, each taking comfort in the silence.
Wait. Silence? That couldn’t be right. There were three hunters in the bunker the last time the duo had checked.
“Have you seen (Y/n)?” Sam asked, being the first one to realise that they were down a hunter. Dean took a sip of his drink and leaned back in his seat. Just once, he wanted to relax and not be bothered with something trivial like the lost case of (Y/n).