Warnings: mentions of abuse, violence, and jealous reader
Prompts: (29)“For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!” (15)“Why do you care?” (3)“Keeping silent on this matter doesn’t magically make things any better then they were.”
Requested by: @suuny96
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You were beaten.
Not once, not twice, but four times.
By your mother.
It had started over the summer holidays.
Your mother had been coming home late and was usually pretty cranky. She had just lost her job at the Ministry and was taking it all out on you.
She seemed to hate you the most.
She would torture you for hours before your father had arrived home and pried her off of you.
Your beautiful skin now had bruises and cuts all over.
Your dad had told you it was best to have you stay with a friend instead of having her torture you all summer.
But who would you go to?
Your only true friend was Draco Malfoy, who your dad completely disapproved of. Your father didn’t like the Malfoys that much but knowing that it was here or them, he agreed to bring you there.
You swore to your father that you wouldn’t tell any of them about your situation at home and would cover your bruises and cuts and scars at all times. You were then instructed to say that your family had gotten a new cat and it scratched at you a lot.
“But dad? What will I say if they ask why am I supposed to stay with them?”, you say just before your father gave you the floo powder.
“Tell them that me and your mother are going to visit a friend of ours for the rest of the summer.”, he grins.
You hug your father.
“I’m sorry it has to be this way sweetheart.”, he says whilst pulling you closer.
You pull away, smiling at him and get in the fireplace.
“I love you dad.”
“I love you too sweetheart. Now off you go your mother’s starting to wake.”
“MALFOY MANOR!’, and just like that you’re gone.
You find yourself in the Manor’s sitting room and you grin to yourself.
I’m safe, you think to yourself.
Draco spots you, with Pansy on his arm.
”(Y/N)!“, he says whilst helping you out of the fireplace.
Pansy glares at you from where they were.
“What are you doing here?”, he asks whilst dusting your shoulders off.
“I have to speak to your parents.”
You now find yourself in the Malfoy dining room, with Narcissa to your left and Pansy in front of you.
Pansy was still glaring at you, it almost looked like her eyes were going to roll out of her sockets.
You eat your lamb chops and potatoes, not looking at the pug-faced girl in front of you.
“So (Y/N), why are you here?”, Lucius asks and looks at you.
“My parents are visiting a friend, they’re gonna be there for the rest of the holiday, sir.”, you say politely.
“And they expect us to take care of you, without any warning!”, Lucius slams on the table, making the tension grow.
“I just recently heard you lost your house elf sir. I could maybe do the chores around here sir. In exchange for my lodging.”, you say, hoping you weren’t going to be kicked out.
“No dear, it’s-”, Narcissa starts but gets cut off.
“Very well then. I suppose everyone is done with their meal. (Y/N) please clean up.”, Lucius says and leaves the table.
Pansy flashes a look of triumph at you and flips her plate. Dragging Draco with her.
Draco shoots you a look of pity and goes away with her.
“Now come on dear, I’ll help you.”, Narcissi smiles helping you fix the table.
It had been two days since your arrival at the Manor and you were tired.
So much cleaning had to be done but you were happy.
Cooking meals with Narcissa and cleaning the fountain with Draco was fun.
Everything was fun except for that pug-faced witch.
She knew you had a slight crush on Draco and she rubbed it in your face that she was his and he was hers.
So when Draco reached out to you before you went to bed you were beyond surprised.
“(Y/N), why are you here?”
“Really?”, he looked at you with determined eyes.
“I’ve already told you Draco, my parents are visiting a friend for the rest of the holidays. That’s all. Now let me sleep.”, you say closing the door.
“How are you?”, he stops the door and goes in your room.
No one really had asked you that since you came here.
No wonder you felt empty.
“I’m okay.”, you say to him but more to yourself, convincing yourself almost.
“No you’re not. I’ve seen the bruises and the scars (Y/N). You can’t lie to me. Now tell me why are you here?”
“I’m telling you Draco, I’m okay. I really am.”, you say to him whilst forcing a smile, avoiding his question.
“For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!”, Draco raises his voice.
He moves closer to you and takes your hands.
“Why do you have them? The bruises and the scars.”, he says looking into your eyes.
“Why do you care?”, you take your hands away from him and start pacing around the room.
“What happened? I’m not leaving till’ you tell me.”
“I- I was beaten b-by my m-mum.”, you whisper, knowing he won’t leave until you tell him the truth.
“How? How (Y/N)?”, he takes ahold of your hands and looks in to your eyes once more.
You don’t answer, thinking about the pain your mum had caused you.
“Keeping silent on this matter doesn’t magically make things any better then they were.”, he says, clearly frustrated.
“And what are you going to do if I tell you? What’re you going to do when I tell you every little detail? You’re gonna leave aren’t you? So here, she beat me four times Draco. Threw cigarette butts on me and used her wand to torture me. There. Are you happy? Now leave just like you said you would.”, you say, not daring to look at him, with tears streaming down your face.
“I’m sorry (Y/N).”, he says and tries to move closer to you but you stop him.
“(Y/N) this is what I’m going to do. I’m not gonna leave. I’m going to help you. I’m going to care for you just like you do for me.”
“But what about Pansy?”, you say, turning around to look at him.
“She doesn’t matter right now.”
“Yes she does! One minute your with me and suddenly your with her! So, once I’m finally okay, you’re just going to leave me like a finished piece of work? That’s not how it works Draco!”
“No (Y/N) baby, I’m gonna get rid of her. I never loved her. I always loved you.”
“Then why are you with her?”
He looks at you for a moment without saying a word to you.
“Y/N? Y/N, sweetheart, time to wake up.” Groaning, I pulled my covers over my head in protest. “Nome. It’s not. It’s time to sleep,” I mumbled out, barely comprehendible, as my face was buried in the pillows. Hands pulled at my sides, and I fought feebly against them. Dean sighed heavily. Exasperated, he finally gave up when he realized that I wasn’t giving away my warm and comfy abode that easy. “I’m serious. You need to get your lazy ass out of bed already. I’m bored and it’s almost noon,” he almost whined, hands retreating. My muffled grumping was the only answer he got. I had meant to say something along the lines of, “Leave me alone, unless you have something better to offer than this bed.” but it came out as more, “Lea’ meh ‘lone, unleff 'ou 'ave somefing bettah to offah.” And then I decided to just keep it at that, because I didn’t trust myself with any other words without screwing them up just as bad. The bed dipped slightly beside me, but I didn’t bother telling him to get the hell off. My hand went flying haphazardly and collided lightly and unfortunately harmlessly against what I think was Dean’s bicep. He snorted at my pathetic attempt at warding him away. “Y/N, c'mon, you’re being ridiculous. Get up before I make you!” It was probably supposed to be a threat, but I didn’t see any reason that the very attractive Dean Winchester carrying me everywhere would be a particularly bad thing. Nevertheless, staying tucked in my covers is a lot more attractive than Dean at the moment. Making a disgruntled sound, I grabbed the pillow from beside me and put it over my head, hoping that he would get the message that I wouldn’t get up if the Bunker were on fire. A huff filled the room, and the weight disappeared from the end of the bed. My body sagged into the mattress in relief. “Whatever,” he scoffed, and I probably should’ve paid more attention to the smirk creeping into his tone, but I was way too tired. “I guess hard way it is.” A whoosh of air hit my bare legs as they were exposed to the unforgiving cold. It had only just registered in my mind that he had ripped the covers off of me-the bastard-when the sound of them dropping to the floor hit my ears. Turning my head to chastise him for taking away my beautiful escape, I blinked away the blurriness in my vision. The words died in my throat as I realized that he had just stopped. I couldn’t quite make out his face, but I knew that the smirk wasn’t there anymore. “What?!” I finally snapped when Dean’s silhouette hadn’t moved for a while and he hadn’t said anything. Was five minutes a new record for him? Honestly, I would be surprised if it weren’t. And that was the exact moment I realized why he hadn’t said a single word. Last night, it was hot and stuffy as hell in my bedroom, but I really liked the feel of fabric on my newly shaved legs. So instead of suffering through my pants, I had- My face went white. Shit, I’m clad in only my lacy underwear and Dean Winchester is staring at me. In different circumstances, maybe, I would’ve made a move. But I was so goddamn embarrassed that the first words out of my mouth were kind of a strangled gasp of, “Get out!” He was quick to listen and obey, closing the door behind him. Oh, God, I can never leave my room again. That was way too damn embarrassing. Dean’s going to harass me about it for the next six months at the very least. Resigned to never letting either of the boys see me ever again, I shoved on sweatpants and a flannel that one of the boys had outgrown. Grabbing the remote to my TV (yes, it was bought with money from hustling, so sue me), I turned on Netflix, scrolling through all of the shows with bored eyes. Seriously, would it kill them to put a good show on here every once in a while? As I rewatched Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt for the umpteenth time, all I could think about was how much I wanted ice cream. The blush rose on my cheeks again as I remembered the last time I had watched the series. It had been with Dean, actually. In the black hole between a wendigo case and demon sighting, I had pulled him into my room, demanding that he never look away from the television. I can still remember his exact expression, and his muscular arm slowly encircling my waist and pulling me into his side, and his scent. God, his scent. Okay, I am going to need that ice cream to cool me down. Sighing, I paused the show and stood, stretching my arms above my head. As I caught my own eyes in the mirror, I snorted. I remind myself of a cat. Sleep, eat, laze around, sleep some more, stretch like you’re about to do a marathon, and then eat some more. Please, the only marathon I’m going to be doing is a movie marathon. I was mulling over the movies on Netflix and trying to arrange a schedule in my head when I froze in the kitchen doorway. This is exactly why I had been on room lockdown. God, ice cream made me into such an idiot! Hoping that he didn’t see me, I turned on my heel and started back toward my room. I didn’t make it half a step before his hand was around my elbow, making me flinch. Great, now I’ve been caught. Next step: Time to move out. “Hey,” he greeted, flashing a little smile, and I knew that it was coming. That taunting, the jokes, the innuendos. The rest of my life is going to be a living hell. I think I should skip straight to moving out of the country. France sounds awesome. I’ve always wanted to go. But my police record would be a big no-no. His gravelly voice jolted me out of my thoughts. “I’m… um… I’m sorry about earlier. I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Is he… Is he blushing? No, he couldn’t be. Because he’s Dean freaking Winchester and he has no reason to be bashful. He’s been in more girl’s pants than I had, which was concerning since he was a dude and I was a chick. In two completely different ways, but still. I forced a smile that probably looked a little more like a grimace onto my face. “It’s okay. If I had remembered, this morning would’ve gone way differently,” I assured, so wishing that the floor would open up and swallow me. Dean quirked an eyebrow, and my mind was immediately racing for what I had let slip. “'Differently’ how?” he asked, his eyebrows now wiggling suggestively. I hit his arm with a laugh. God, was anything ever gonna be the same? All I could think about even in this simple interaction was that morning, and I had barely been here for thirty seconds. Not answering his question, I jumped into another topic, trying to distract him from making one of his idiotic (yet admittedly witty) jokes. “What’re you up to?” I said, a bit too quickly to be casual, but he let it slip. Thank the Lord. He crossed over to the kitchen counter as he responded, and I would’ve run back to my room had my feet not been planted to the floor. I couldn’t make my legs work. “I was working on Baby.” Of course he was. Baby meant everything to him. Dean grabbed a red towel from the sink and rubbed the grease from the nooks and crannies of his rough hands. “Is that my flannel?” And, like the complete imbecile that I was, I looked down at it, bewildered. I knew that Dean saw it even before I heard his light laughter. Why do my legs fail me now? “I guess so,” I finally murmured, playing with the hem of it nervously as Dean laughed away. “You can have it back, if you want. I don’t think it fits you anymore, though.” I caught it before Dean did. Perfect opportunity for him to throw in his two cents, of course. Of freaking course. The smug smirk on his face made me want to either lock myself in my room for the rest of eternity or for a black hole to suddenly appear in my pocket. I hadn’t decided yet. “Oh, I’ll take it back, sweetheart. It’ll be on my floor, along with the rest of your clothes.” He finished it with a wink that had me stuttering even in my thoughts. Is he… Is he flirting with me? No. No way. Dean would never do that. He wants to keep it professional. Just friends, hunting buddies. Don’t be an idiot. That’s Sam, not Dean. Dean would definitely do something like this. So, wait. Did that mean he was flirting with me because he actually liked me, or to mess with my head? Or was it just a habit that he couldn’t turn off? His eyes were fixed on the floor by his feet when I was finally able to shake the thoughts off. “I was… uh… just kidding. You can keep the flannel. You wear it better anyway,” he chuckled, rubbing at the back of his neck. “But those lace panties, sweetheart. Those would complete the look. I don’t even care if you keep them on.” Jesus holy mother of God. He is definitely intentionally flirting. The only question going through my mind now is 'what the hell do I do?’, and it was circling through my head a million miles per hour. I’m sure that I was sporting a deer in headlights look, but my brain was too busy puzzling over that one question. A forced laugh met my ears, jolting me out of my trance. Dean pushed himself away from the counter, tossing the red towel over his shoulder and into the sink. “I get the message, sweetheart, don’t worry. You don’t have to say anything. I’m just gonna, um, go.” He was out of the room before the words had even fully struck home. No way. Dean would never like me. I wasn’t his type. But then why had he dashed out with his head down and tail between his legs like a sixth grader who had been rejected by his crush? I figured that there was only one person who knew Dean better than I did, and thankfully, he was right down the hall. He answered on the second knock, hair ruffled as if he had been sleeping. I instantly felt bad about waking him up, because he needs all the sleep he needs, but I couldn’t undo it. A smile eased onto my face. “Hey, Sam. Sorry to wake you.” The giant returned it groggily. “No problem. I wasn’t sleeping very well anyway.” It was only then that I really looked at him, noticing the sweat along his forehead and circles under his eyes. I am a terrible friend. “I need to talk to you,” I whispered, in case Dean had decided to run in and grab something from his room or was listening. Sam furrowed his eyebrows, but beckoned me into his room nevertheless. Before the door was even fully closed, the question that had been bouncing around my head so insistently that it almost hurt flew out. “Does Dean like me?” Sam closed the door and leveled his eyes with mine. They lit up after a moment, and he reached forward to ruffle my hair. I immediately ducked out of the way, trying to fix my hair and failing miserably. So, I was pretty shocked when Sam spoke up. “Thank God you finally figured it out. I was seriously about to hire a cupid. I’m happy for you. Now get out, I want some sleep. Please. I’d love to help you ask him out, or whatever, but these trials are kicking my ass.” Giving him an understanding smile, even though a million more questions were attacking my mind, I headed out. Just before the door closed fully, I heard him murmur, “See you later, small fry.” Grin now just about splitting my face in two, I went in search of Dean. I didn’t have to look far. He was in the library, holding an ice pack to his head and nursing a beer. I could tell that something was off by the set of his shoulders. He was keeping something in, again. Not that surprising, but I couldn’t think of what it was this time. Focusing on the task at hand, I crossed the room to him with a skip in my step. “Hiya,” I chirped happily. The only response I got was a fierce glare. My heartbeat accelerated. Why is Dean so freaking bipolar today? “Something you want to tell me?” he pressed coolly. A shiver ran the length of my spine. He knew. So why was he so angry about it? According to Sam, Dean liked me back. But by the look on his face, he looked like he didn’t want to be on the same continent as me. My confidence shriveled. “Not now,” I responded, and I hated how vulnerable I sounded in those little words. The chair beneath Dean toppled to the floor as he stood, getting up in my face as I flinched away. “Oh yeah? You don’t want to confess fucking with my feelings, huh? Or how about using Sam for your own pleasure when he’s at his lowest?! What kind of messed up fuck are you?” Dean roared as confusion swirled in my mind. What is he on about? Everything clicked into place when I thought it through a bit more. Dean must’ve come in to get his beer and ice pack while I was in Sam’s room. He wasn’t around when I went in, I know that for sure. So maybe he saw me come out? But then why had he jumped to the conclusion that I had used Sam for sex? My brain made itself useful by throwing out the memory of Sam ruffling my hair, and how the flannel was off my shoulder because of his playful behavior. Dean’s shoulders were still shaking with rage by the time I was able to string together a response. But my planned words didn’t come out of my mouth. Instead, my body lurched forward and my mouth clashed to Dean’s. It was clumsy, and unexperienced, and so wonderfully candid. He was kissing back before I knew that I had just smashed my lips to the ones I’d spent so much time fantasizing about. I explained it to him later, as we were watching Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt after some truly mindblowing sex. We laughed together at how blind we had been, how Dean had originally come in from the garage because he had whacked his head on Baby’s hood really hard, and how Sam had called me Small Fry and kicked me out of his room because his sleep was more important than my relationship status. “I really hope you know that I really liked those lace underwear. And you’re buying new ones for me, you lazy slug.” Dean threw his head back in laughter once again at my lame insult. “Nah, you love me too much. Besides, you might forget if I never let you leave this room again.” The blush rising to the occasion was necessary, of course. But the banging at the door most certainly was not. “Guys, throw some clothes on. I found a case.” Dean groaned at his brother’s voice and buried his face in my collarbone. “Seriously? C'mon, man,” he whined. “I really love you, you know,” I whispered down at him, a bit surprised that the words had popped out. Dean smiled back at me. “I love you, too, sweetheart. Always have, always will. But I will love you a lot more if your underwear drawer is completely made up of lace.” That one earned him a smack, alright.
But, as his dad kindly pointed out, who would think that a kettle would end up turning someone into a cat? What kind of witch curses a fucking kettle?
If Stiles could speak, he would have yelled out ‘a crazy one!’, but as it is he only hisses and sinks his claws – ugh – into the surprisingly comfy sofa cushion, pointedly avoiding the glare Derek throws his way.
“I’m sorry!” The crazy witch says for the tenth time. “I wanted to make water boil quicker, but I think I must have read the wrong spell.”
‘You think?’Stiles hisses, but is completely ignored.
Scott collapses on the couch next to him, drops a hand over the fluffy fur that now covers his head and scratches it softly.
Later, Stiles will be angry with himself for giving in and purring, but for now it just feels too damn good to care.
“So what do we do?” Scott says. “How do we reverse it?”
Crazy witch gives them a guilty smile and Derek groans. “You don’t know?”
“I’m sorry!” She exclaims again. “I’m going to call my mom tomorrow morning, I swear!”
“Tomorrow?” Scott groans, holding Stiles’ back so he won’t jump on the woman and claw her eyes out. “Easy, kitty, she’s – ouch! He bit me!”
Stiles jumps out of Scott’s hold, huffing. Kitty, ugh.
“What are we gonna do with him until then?” Derek asks, arms crossed over his chest.
That’s what annoyed must smell like, Stiles figures as he gets close to Derek. It’s nice, being able to smell him, but that must be only because Derek just took a shower, even though Derek sweaty and dirty is something Stiles is weirdly attracted to, he probably won’t smell as good like that.
Although, he sniffs Derek’s leg, barely stops himself from rubbing his entire face over it, Derek must smell good in any way. For Stiles, at least.
The loft is silent, suspiciously so, and when Stiles glances up, he notices they are all staring at him, Scott and the witch both with amused looks on their faces.
As Stiles runs to hide under a chair, he wonders if cats are able to blush.
You quietly sneak to the back of the building of Watchpoint: Gibraltar. Everyone was training and you don’t want to. You are the only one who hasn’t gone on the field. It is because you are the Agent who do the paperwork, carrying stuff from one place another and a mechanic.
Everyone treated you as the important member of the team - because you always help around - and treated you like a family. D.Va aka Hana looked up to you. As a big sister. Everyone was fine then there’s Genji. The prick who likes to be out of character when you are alone with him. Seriously though, whenever you are left with him, the team are nowhere to be seen or heard. So its just you and him. Dealing with his playboy antics.
Present time, you find a nice and secluded spot to hide. Why are you hiding? Good question. The answer is that you are a good singer. A few years back, you were the Otaku kind of girl. Vocaloid was your favourite and it may be old school, comparing Lucio, the Vocaloid songs are still catchy. The year may have advance and no one knows if the Vocaloid are still popular.
You took out your phone, put on your headphones and play ‘Drop Pop Candy (English Cover) by JubyPhonic and Kuraiinu’. And make it into one loop. Of course you have found your secret spot and sat there. It was facing the sea and the blue night sky is slowly turning orange, red and yellow. Morning is coming.
You took one last precaution, look left and right before proceeding to take a deep breath and let the melody sung.
“Umbrella at your side, it’s raining but you close it tight,” You played with your hands, imagining an umbrella.
( “'And how are you?” purred a cat just passing through,“ )
Genji walked outside, enjoying the fresh air of the base. He was enjoying the peace and tranquilty of it. Everyone was training, for him, he don’t have to. His body was augmented and has skilled.
( "Those heels that you like are soaking, but is that alright?” )
Until a familiar melody came to disrupt his so-called peace. He halt and try to hear it once more. Finding the source of the melody he was fond of in the old days. When he was human. When he had everything.
( “Let out a sigh for another day the same as the last,” )
Who is singing? He thought to himself as he continue to stealthily sneak up to the person.
( “Come on let’s try, dye it blue and change it up from the past,” )
The sound of the melody was getting loud and louder by the minute.
( “Reflecting up from a puddle but then gone in a flash,” )
As he climbed the wall, whoever was singing, did not notice his presence nor his skills.
( “Is that the most you can dream or wanted to see?” )
His eyes behind his visor widened as the source of the singing was none other than you. He was in awe. Everyone in Overwatch knows you and your attentiveness to help around.
( “But look around,” )
He always saw you running from one place to another. Fixing D.Va’s mecha. Learning some new tricks from Tjorborn. Learning some cool stuff from Bastion.
( “Dance up and down,” )
He always saw you busy with the paperwork. Holding the pen like it was almost on the verge of dying. When he pass by your workplace, he couldn’t help but wonder why are you not out in the field like the rest of the team.
( “The world is now,” )
He is the only one who took notice of your presence. He saw you at the fixing bay, staying up all night to upgrade D.Va’s mecha. He didn’t know the trouble of it but he wish he could help you.
( “Still going 'round,” )
He saw something that no one could ever see. Something that his brother would never know. Something speacial.
( “Just feel it pound,” )
He saw the way your eyes sparkled whenever you smiled or laugh. He loved the way you greet everyone in the base. He admired your face, embracing the beauty of it.
( “We’re skyward bound,” )
He then realised. He has fallen in love with you. He has feelings for you. His heart fate always speed up when you are near or next to him.
( “Move at the - top - speed - of - sound” )
Oh how he wish he could confess to you. Like in those Shoujo Mangas he read.
『 Back to You now 』
“Running to another day, I wanna break away and take the leap,” You didn’t know that your voice has attracted a bird. “As you’re stuck on yesterday, no sun to rise would be okay with me.” That bird, was a Sparrow aka Genji Shimada. “Every day, every day is okay.”
You had closed your eyes. To enjoy the music. “Taking it step by step, we’ll always move ahead.” The presence loomed over your figure. “Our love is growing red, need me more, need you more.”
“You fall down seven more times, I’ll be there seven, eight, nine,” You continued. “As we keep trying, we’ll find. We’re always singing the same tune…”
『 Genji POV 』
As (Name) was singing, I climbed back the way I came from and decided to approach her. “Now failing to her side, the drops of rain that mix with light,” I sang loud and clearly.
(Name) opened her eyes and stared at me. Her face was red and she was hesitant to sing back. “S-stealing a glance, h-hid a cat who turns his b-back.”
I couldn’t help but smiled at her adorable shy attitude. I continue to walk towards her, slowly while singing. “Their hands starting to sink, this boredom is too hard to fight.”
“Just spinning lies with the only thread of kindness we saved,” I offer my hand to let her stand up. To perform a duet. “Or if we’re blind and the truth is just a painting in grey.”
She accept it and stood up with ease. “Drowning us out, all the noisy drops the fall in the rain,” I sang. Letting my hands interwined with hers. “But fingertips traced every line and opened my eyes.”
“I’ll paint it blue,” I placed her hand onto my metal mask.
“I’ll play a tune,” She sang back.
“I’m wishing too,”
“For something new,”
“It will come true,”
“With me and you.”
“And then we’ll finally break through,” The both of us sang the sentence in unison.
“Swimming through the Milk Way, I wanna break away and take the leap,” Then I make her twirl like those dancers at the ball or prom. “Since we’re falling anyway, no moon to rise would be okay with me.”
“Every night, every night is alright,” I manage to perfom a dip and (Name) react to it with another visible blush. “Taking it step by step, we’ll always move ahead.”
“Our love is growing red, need me more,” I make her stand up and stand closer to me, making me whispering onto her ear. “Need you more.”
I leaned back, hiding the chuckle from seeing her red face. “Cry to me, know that I care. Lean on me and I’ll be there.”
“As we keep trying, we’ll find.” We took a deep breath and, “You’re always gonna be there too.”
“Shining down in me, you’re my blue moon.” (Name) sang.
I continued. “Dreaming forever to find to now, I’m awake.”
“I need to find tomorrow, can you take me away.” This time, she held her hand in front of me. Smilling while blushing at the same time.
I took it. “And go the top speed of sound.” We sang in a melody.
“Running to another day, I wanna break away and take the leap,” (Name) takes the lead of our dance. “As you’re stuck on yesterday, no sun to rise would be okay with me. Every day, every day is okay.”
“Taking it step by step, we’ll always move ahead.” I joined in. Following her moves. “Our love is growing red. Need me more, need you more. You fall down seven more times, I’ll be there seven, eight, nine. As we keep trying, we’ll find.”
“You’re always gonna be there too.” Our voice was in sync. “We’re always singing the same tune.” And I let (Name) take the last one.
“Every day from now on…” (Name) held in just like the song did. She was beautiful and I was admiring her greatly.
The song ended and her phone change played the song again. (Name) quickly took notice of it. She let go of my hand to lower down the volume, or pausing the song. Her back was facing me and I could tell that she was blushing.
“Genji… I…” She started.
I slowly approach her, trying to be subtle and gentle at the same time. “It’s time I tell you how I feel about you, (Name).” I placed my hand onto her shoulder. She turn around to face me.
I took a deep breath. “Every since you came to Overwatch, I have noticed that you are always the one fixing everyone’s problem with your skills. The way you laugh and talk are music to my ears. I like to see you smile and laugh. It makes me at peace but I sometimes wonder, do you even love me?”
“My human body was replaced with this body and I felt that I was different in the eyes of the people. Not for you. You treated me like a friend, an equal, a human. My master taught me the way to accept the life is and how it revolves around us.”
I placed my hand at the back of my helm to took off my mask. “And I’m asking you, as Genji Shimada.” The mask was off. (Name) gasped as I gaze onto her face. Studying the details. “Do you love me, in this form that I am currently in?”
My hazel eyes were locked on to her (eye colour) pearls. (Name) didn’t say anything but surpise me with a hug. I was shocked and speechless. “(Name)?” Then I heard her crying.
“I’m… sorrry… Genji,” She sobbed. “I didn’t… know about your… condition.” She leaned back. I wiped the tears that was flowing from her eyes.
I gave her a gentle smile. “I-” My mouth was silenced with her lips. She kissed me. (Name) kiss me. Letting my body do what it knows best. My arms wrapped around her waist and my eyes were closed. She capture my heart with her personality and this time, she had capture my lips.
We had to part our lips due to the air we have to breath. (Name) hide her blushing face to the side of my neck. I patted her head, carefully to avoid my hands being tangled with her (hair colour) locks.
“I love you, Genji.” She mumbled.
“…damn you Shimada.” She cursed. I let out a chuckle. Yeah, I still got it. Making ladies blush is still my forte.
Supercat - something a little angsty? But happy because I know you like happy stories! Thank you!
it’s not easy flying with a shard of kryptonite in her side—she’s managing, but the more energy she puts into climbing high enough to grip onto the railing and sling herself over the edge of it, the less energy she has for other things. like breathing.
You walked into school, keeping your head down. Avoid eye contact, make it through the halls fast enough to find your friends and get to your next class. School had become more like a mission than a place to learn. Somehow you had attracted the attention of the bad kids at school, but not the normal bad kids.
No, these kids didn’t wear black. They didn’t smoke on the premises, they didn’t have piercings or tattoos or wear black eyeliner. They didn’t slack in class, in fact they excelled.
They kind of were the exact opposite. Dressed nicely, fixed their hair perfectly, had grades you would die for and got anything they wanted. The teachers loved them, basically everyone loved them, so everyone let it slide if they did something out of line.
They didn’t seem like the bullying, bad boy types on the outside. On paper, they seemed virtually perfect. But they weren’t.
Especially Aaron Carpenter.
He had singled you out months ago for some unknown reason and hadn’t let you have a moment of peace since.
He never physically did anything to you, but tripping you in the halls and slapping your books out of your hands did occur often. It was always verbal attacks, and they always left you on the verge of tears.
“Hey, look who it is!” Aaron yelled down the hall over the usual morning chaos, and you looked down, walking quicker. A hand reached out and grabbed your arm, stopping you. You looked up then and found dark, ruthless eyes paired with a smug grin.
“Thought you’d get by us today, hmm?” He asked, and his two lingering friends laughed. You rolled your eyes.
“I would never be so lucky.” You said, and Aaron raised his eyebrows.
“Oh, well that’s rude.” He said, bringing a hand down and flipping your books, scattering them all over the floor. You groaned and bent down to pick them up. One of the other guys behind Aaron walked up, kicking your stuff even farther down the hallway. You thought his name might’ve been Eric. Very generic name to fit a generic asshole.
“Are you joking? Could you stop?” You growled at him, giving up on gathering your books and standing up straight to face him.
“Can’t quit on you now, sweetcheeks.” The guy said, pinching your cheek. You slapped his hand away. He laughed and nudged Aaron, who stared on with a straight face.
“Don’t touch me or I’ll kick you where it hurts.” You threatened, narrowing your eyes at him.
“Aw, don’t get so uptight. A girl that looks like you should be honored to have this attention.” He said, and you looked at him in disgust.
“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, already knowing the answer. You figured if you stalled long enough for the bell to ring, they’d head to class and leave you alone.
“You’re ugly. And stupid, apparently.” Eric said, taking a step toward you. You tried to take one back but you hit the lockers instead, making Aaron and the other guy snicker.
“Give me your backpack.” He said, holding out a hand expectantly. You knew he was just going to hide it somewhere, or go through it and leave all your books and notes throughout the school.
“No.” You said, sounding much braver than you were. Eric did a double take.
“Do you have any idea what’s gonna happen to you if you don’t hand it over right now? We could make your life a living hell-“
“It already is. You don’t understand what it’s like.”
“It’ll be worse than hell, then. Much worse.” He threatened, and he was inches away from you now. A hand clamped down on Eric’s shoulder, pulling him backwards. Surprisingly, it was Aaron’s.
“Alright man, go find your own kid to pick on. Take a step back.” Aaron said, and you detected a hint of defensiveness in it.
“Who cares? She’s nothing anyway, why not all of us let her know?”
“Because you take things too far, Eric. You know you do.” He said through clenched teeth, and the guy behind Aaron looked confused.
You took this opportunity to pick up your books and hightail it out of there, the bell ringing as you did so. Great, you were late to first period.
“Shit man, Kravits can’t mark me late again. That’ll make 2 this semester. If I get one more, it’s detention.” The guy behind Aaron said, running off to class. You did likewise, looking back once to see Aaron staring at you. You couldn’t read the look on his face, but you could tell it wasn’t good.
After class was over, you tried to get out the doors and into your car without being stopped. No such luck. Aaron was leaning against your car, alone.
“Hey.” He said, flicking what might have been a cigarette onto the ground. It might also have been a lollipop stick, you couldn’t be sure.
“What do you want?” You asked tiredly. You just wanted to get in your car and go home, but he was blocking the driver’s side door.
“I wanted to apologize. For this morning.” He said quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Why? Why now?” You asked, shifting your backpack on your shoulders. This was real awkward.
“Because I..uh..I didn’t like seeing Eric treat you like that this morning. And I realized..I had shown him that that was ok because I’ve done that to you.”
“So? Not like you’ve cared before.”
“Well I..I care now. I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this..”
“Yeah, that makes two of us.”
He chuckled at that and ran a hand through his hair.
“I’m..really sorry. For the past few months. I thought it was cool but..but it wasn’t. I guess seeing Eric with you today really opened my eyes. I’m a real asshole.”
You snorted. “I could’ve told you that.”
“I bet you could’ve. You probably have, I just wasn’t listening.”
“Yeah..you never are.”
He stood up straight, fixing his shirt.
“Well, I’m going to start listening now. I’ll keep Eric and the rest of my friends away from you from now on.”
You opened your eyes in shock. He had to be joking.
“You’re serious?” You asked him, and he nodded. “This isn’t some sinister joke you’re playing on me to make me feel even worse?”
He looked up suddenly, his eyes flashing with pain. “You’d really think that? God, I am terrible.”
“But you’re serious?” You asked again, and he nodded quickly.
“Yeah, I am.”
It was quiet between you two and he shuffled his feet, staring at them.
“I’m throwing a party this Saturday. Would you like to come?”
“A party? At your place?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You don’t have to come, I won’t make you..but I’d like to see you there. I feel terrible about all this and I’d like to make it up to you.”
“By embarrassing me at a party?”
“I won’t embarrass you. You don’t even have to come. I just thought you might have fun..”
You thought it over, watching the blush rise in his cheeks.
“I might drop by..just for a few minutes. Saturday, right?” You asked, and he smiled at you.
“Saturday, around 8. It doesn’t get going until 10, though. If you’re interested.”
“I might be..I’ve got to get home now, though.” You said, and he moved quickly away from your car. You opened the door and threw your backpack into the empty passengers seat.
“I’ll let you go.” He said and you buckled yourself in, closing the door.
“I am really sorry, (Y/N).”
You bit your lip, trying to come up with something to say that wasn’t too rude.
“I’m trying to understand why still, but thank you.” You said, nodding at him. He smiled back and you started your car, backing out of the parking lot. He watched you drive away, waving faintly at you. Then he was gone, wandering off to find his own car.
Maybe today hadn’t been so bad after all. You didn’t know why Aaron was being so nice all of a sudden, because what he said hadn’t really made sense. But you supposed it was true and sang along with the radio instead, finally free of that sinking feeling of worry in your stomach.
Requested by @kaylaxoxokay (not tagging??) I really didn’t know where this story was going, but I hope you like it!!
“You had to, didn’t you?” I said staring at Ashton wearing his SmAsh costume. He laughed tugging the tie around his head down. I just shook my head turning back down to my own costume. I had decided to be lame and had on a black dress with kitten ears with whiskers drawn on my face with furry gloves and so on. Meow.
“Hey, I didn’t have to spend money and it’s customized.” Ashton argued back flexing his muscles in the costume.
“Uh huh, I know. You ready to head out?” I said and he nodded.
“I can’t believe you agreed to go trick or treating with my siblings with me.” He said shaking his head as he passed me to leave my apartment. I shrugged.
“I love your family.” I said lightly. He flashed me a smile holding his hand out to me as he pushed the button for the elevator.
“I love you.” He said leaning in to brush his lips over my temple.
“Hmm…” I sighed contentedly. Tonight he might be dressed as a super hero but he was a hero to me any day and now he was back home, if only for a short while.
Request- Can you write an imagine about the boys walking in on Luke & y/n on the tour bus?
A/N- laugh at my lame song references. also smut so don’t read if you’re not comfortable with this stuff…
“Babe, do you want your pants off?” Luke asked while fanning his face with a DVD case.
“Oh my god please. It is soooo fucking hot on this bus.”
The aircon on the bus had broken about an hour ago while we were driving through Dallas on our way to Colorado. It was ridiculously hot even for Texas and the aircon couldn’t have stopped working at a worse time. The bus driver had found a town nearby so we could get the bus fixed. Otherwise, we would all die from heat exhaustion. The manager and bus driver had gone to find a mechanic who could do the job quickly even though we had a day off until their next show.
Luke came over to where I was laying on the couch in the back to help me out of my pants. His nimble fingers undid the button and pulled down the zipper within seconds.
“It’s gettin hot in here, so take off all my clothes” I sang softly with my arm over my eyes.
“You are gettin so hot. I’m gonna take your clothes off.” Luke sang back in a falsetto, which was very impressive.
“You’re such a good boyfriend. What would I do without you?” I looked up at him adoringly.
“You’d probably get Calum to take your pants off.“ Luke laughed at his joke knowing full well that would never happen.
Once the pants were off and I was left in underwear and a tank top, the heat was only a touch more bearable. It was still hot as fuck and I just wanted to jump in an ice bath. Sweat was coming out of nearly every pore on my body making it very uncomfortable in some areas. I’m sure Luke was feeling the exact same way with the way he kept tugging on his basketball shorts. He had shed his tank top earlier and sweat had started to drip down his chest and shoulders. His face was flushed from the heat and he looked like he was going to pass out at any moment. When would this fucking heat stop?
“How much longer until we’re not in a living hell? I inquired, sitting up on my elbows.
“If you’re that hot just take it all off. Take it all off baby.” Luke gave a cheeky smirk while still fanning himself. The freckles on his shoulders seemed to stand out even more with all the perspiration on the tops of his shoulders.
Luke decided that he had had it with the silky material of the shorts making it nearly unbearable to wear and shucked them off leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxers.
“Take it all off baby” I cat called to him, using his same words. He laughed and turned around to wiggle his bum in my face. “Ow OW!”
Luke fell on top of me and made himself comfy on my legs. He wiggled around, rubbing his sweat all over me. The sweat left a weird feeling on my skin while it was in contact with Luke’s. My knee came up and hit his stomach in hopes that he would get off me to stop my discomfort. Luke grunted in pain and rolled over my legs and onto my torso. At least he wasn’t on my legs anymore.
His body was angled so his face was close to mine. The air from his nose was hitting my collarbones creating more sweat.
“This is making it even hotter. Get off, Luke.”
“No. I don’t wanna” he said like a child. “Here, let me make it better.” He pinched his lips together and blew cold air on my face and neck.
“Keep doing that and you can stay on top of me.” The cool air felt so nice against my sticky skin. I wanted Luke to do that to me forever. He rolled over slightly so that our chests were touching but his bottom half was on the couch.
“Do you want your tank off too, baby?” he paused blowing on me to ask. Luke’s hands slid up my tank top and rubbed my stomach slowly.
“You just wanna get me outta my clothes, don'tcha” I laughed at him.
“What about the boys?”
“They went to find a pool somewhere.” He continued his actions lifting the material, closer to getting it off.
“What?? They went to find a pool and you didn’t think to tell me? We could have gone with them and not have been sweating in just our skivvies!” I was almost mad but I was too exhausted by the heat to put any real anger behind my words.
“Woah, hold on.” He sat up and put his hands up in defense. “I thought we could get some alone time in because we haven’t had any recently if ya know what I mean.” He winked at the end which earned him a slap to the thigh.
“That activity will make us even hotter and sweatier. You do know that right?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Baby, just have sex with me! We haven’t had this much alone time in two weeks and you wearing practically nothing isn’t helping anything. Plus you’re glistening in sweat.” Luke was whining but honestly I wanted him too. The way the light reflected off of his sweat soaked skin made his body look heavenly.
“Wait, just like that?”
“Just like that.”
Without warning, Luke practically pounced on me and attached his lips to mine. Immediately his tongue was shoved down my throat and his hands were frantically trying to get my tank top off without breaking the kiss. Obviously it didn’t work so he disconnected from me for a moment to throw the shirt somewhere else. I took this moment to admire him. His face was even more flushed and his breathing was erratic. His pupils were dilated, making his irises look even darker and more hypnotising than usual. This beautiful boy was mine and he wanted me.
Luke’s mouth came back to mine but soon descended lower to my neck, leaving small, hopefully unnoticeable, hickeys. My hands had moved to his hair to tug on the damp, blonde locks. His hips had slotted between my legs and were slowly rolling into me. I could feel him through his boxers, steadily growing harder with each movement of his hips. The friction was delicious but I wanted more. I bucked my hips up to his, causing him to groan in pleasure.
“If you were so desperate to have sex with me then get on with it, Luke.”
I guess he didn’t like that much because his hips ground into me harder and faster. His hands lifted my back slightly to undo my bra and chucking it aside as soon as the clip was undone. One hand came up to my breast while the other slid down my body at a torturous pace. He knew what he was doing to me and he was doing a damn good job of it.
His mouth moved even lower to suckle the nipple of the breast that his hand wasn’t tweaking and massaging. The combination of his mouth and fingers was extremely pleasurable and I hadn’t noticed that his other hand had finally slipped into my panties until his finger started sliding up and down my slit. I shivered with the feeling, letting out a quiet moan.
Luke’s boxers were discarded once I thought he was taking too long for things to happen. He let out a sigh of relief and kept teasing my opening. My hands slid up and down his back but stopped with how wet his back was.
“Luke, you’re so wet.”
“Hey, that’s my line for you!”
We both had a laugh about that but the mood in the room soon went back to the urgency it was in but slowed down a bit and lightened up with how giggly and care free we both were. We were just two people who were quite in love with each other having sex.
My panties were soon taken off with our limbs knocking together. We giggled again. We were so comfortable with each other that we couldn’t make fools of ourselves during sex. This was something I loved about Luke.
My hand went down to stroke his shaft to help him out but he didn’t seem to need much. I could feel the vein on the underside of his cock throbbing. I looked down to see how ready he was. Luke looked painfully hard, with the head a deep red. His hands left what they were doing to intertwine his fingers with mine, moving my hands up above my head. He started to relieve himself by grinding into me again except this time the experience was better than previously without the restrictions of our underwear. I threw my head back and my back arched off the couch. Luke knew exactly what he was doing. Our bodies were slipping against each other from all the sweat. The heat from his body made the heat in the back even warmer but for some reason it didn’t feel that hot.
“You ready, y/n?” the lanky boy asked. I nodded, too out of breath to give a proper response.
Luke let go of one of my hands and used it to put himself into me. His hand came back up to hold mine and started rocking into me. The sounds that came out of both of our lips were straight from a porn clip. The first few movements of his hips against mine were heavenly and caused more shivers to run throughout my body. He was going deeper with every thrust and he angled himself to hit the spots that he knew would make me come the hardest. Moans were flying out of my mouth and Luke seemed to be very satisfied with the sounds.
“God you feel amazing” Luke panted out as he thruster even harder. “I just wanna fuck you all day.”
“Yeah? Come on Luke. Show me what you got.”
Before Luke could do anything else there were several screams from behind us.
“Dammit you guys! I use that couch for sleeping sometimes! How many times have you fucked on it?”
“Everyone uses that fucking couch! But not for fucking though. Jesus guys. Get a room.”
“Nice ass, Luke.”
Each thing was said at the same time which was super confusing but Luke was frantically trying to find something to cover us up with. There goes our alone time.
One of the boys threw Luke’s discarded shorts at us and they left, thankfully closing the door behind them.
“Mon dieu” I muttered under my breath as I attempted to get back into my skinny jeans. Luke must have seen my struggle because he tossed me his basketball shorts. I located my bra and tank top on the couch across the room and put them back on. Luke had put his boxers on and found another pair of shorts. I grabbed my pants to toss on my bunk when we passed it. Luke found his tank top and used it to wipe the sweat off his chest and face. He handed it to me when he was done. I mopped up the sweat on my face as well. The shirt was extremely gross and dirty afterwards.
Luke and I looked at each other to see if either of us were ready to face the boys. Luke sighed and pulled me into his chest to hug me.
“Sorry we couldn’t finish, babe. I’ll make it up for you when we get to the next venue, yeah?” I said, looking up at him. He gladly nodded at me and we made our way to the front for the inevitable.
“You guys disgust me” was the first thing we heard from Michael when we got to the kitchen area. The boys all head wet hair and wore no shirts like Luke, confirming that they had found a pool.
Luke took a seat on one of the empty booths and pulled me into his lap. I nestled my head into his shoulder.
“Get over it” I quipped back.
“Ooh, feisty.” Calum threw in. “I like it.”
“Yeah, well next time join in.” Luke half joked. He seemed pouty but that’s to be expected when your best mates cock block you.
“Maybe we will then.” Everyone turned to the boy who had said it and stared open mouthed at him.
“Damn Ash! You a dirty motherfucker.” Michael laughed at him, making Ashton blush.
“Hey, don’t look at me. Luke’s the one who suggested it.”
The other two boys turned to stare at Luke.
“Fuck, it was a joke guys” Luke said unsure, looking at me to confirm.
A present for foreverautumnblog! Since you sent several prompts, I did my best to roll them all up into one story because I’m a sucker for pain, apparently. For those interested the prompts were: dancing, realisation of feelings, touching, childhood friends, and non-traditional meeting before meeting them in person. Whew!
What follows is 6k of fluff, some of it literal. No warnings, other than for sugar.
When Eren was small, he discovered a miserable-looking kitten by the side of the road and took care of him for a while. The story behind the kitten and his owner was a sad one, and he’s heartbroken when both eventually disappear. All of which is totally unrelated to the fact that, years later, his mysterious new neighbour has started playing weird music on the roof of their apartment block every night.
“YOUR idea of fun, Dean. Personally, I think fun-fairs are dumb. I mean what are we, first-graders?”
Dean shook his head. “Oh Sammy. You need to lighten up. We’re going to the fair. It’s only in town for a few more days. I’ll buy you some cotton-candy.” Dean slapped his younger brother on the shoulder and stood up.
“Wait,” said Sam. “You mean like, now? Dean, I’m studying.”
Dean reached over and grabbed the book from Sam’s hands. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Who studies on a SATURDAY? This is not normal behaviour.”
Sam lunged for the book, but kept missing as Dean dangled it just out of his reach. “Give it back!”
“I’ll give it back after the fair. Now come on! And fix your hair, there might be girls there.”
Dean left the room, Sam’s textbook still in his hand. Sam rolled his eyes and walked over to the mirror, muttering “There’s nothing wrong with my hair.”
“Hey hey!! Isn’t this great?” Hyped up on his second bunch of cotton candy, Dean was grinning broadly. Even Sam had relaxed a little, once he’d scoped out the fairground and discovered there weren’t any clowns. “So what’s next?” Dean spotted a stall that housed a simple fun-fair game; the player had three chances to throw a ball and hit the target. If he hit the target, the player could choose from a selection of stuffed animals. Grabbing his brother by the arm, Dean walked confidently up to the stall, and paid his money. Dean took the first ball and weighed it in his hand, getting the heft of it and judging the distance from the target. Suddenly he noticed they weren’t alone.
“Hey,” muttered Sam. “Isn’t that the kid who just moved here?”
Dean glanced over to his right, and saw who Sam was talking about. Dean could feel himself blushing. He’d noticed the guy before. In fact, Dean hadn’t STOPPED noticing Castiel since he’d been introduced at school a few months back.
“Yeah, his name’s Castiel,” said Dean, keeping his head turned away from his brother.
“I remembered it was something that sounded foreign. Couldn’t think of the name though,” said Sam. Dean kept his eyes on Cas, taking in his profile. The tousled brown hair. Those piercing blue eyes. And that jawline, holy hell. But the thing that Dean liked most about Cas, the thing that drew him to the new boy, was his demeanour. Cas had an almost abnormal aura of calm about him. It made the boy seem older than he was. Nothing ever seemed to ruffle him. Not being teased in school, not being the new kid, not running late for class or assignments falling due. Cas always had the same serene expression on his face. He never hurried anywhere, and one time Dean had seen him sitting on the lawn outside of school just staring at the flowers. When Dean had asked what he was doing, Castiel said he was “watching the bees.”
Ever since his mom died, Dean had been searching for a sense of calm like that. Like a deep pool in which to submerge himself.
Sam was clearing his throat. Dean turned to see his brother smirking at him. Dammit. He couldn’t hide anything from Sam. “Hey, Castiel!” called Sam. Cas turned and headed over to them.
“Sam Winchester. You just started at school, right? This is my brother Dean.”
Cas smiled gently. “Hello Dean. Hello Sam.” His eyes, however, stayed on Dean’s face. Cas gestured at the game; the target, the stuffed animals. “Were you about to take a shot?”
Dean nodded, in what he hoped was a casual way. “Yeah, thought I’d give it a go, you know? I’m a mean pitcher.” Dean was smiling lopsidedly at Cas, trying desperately not to look as dorky as he felt. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Dean certainly wasn’t inexperienced when it came to romance. His past encounters had all been with girls, but Cas just DID something to him. There was no denying it – those were definitely butterflies in Dean’s stomach. Swallowing, Dean turned to face the target. He wound the ball up in his hand, and loosed it. The ball went hugely wide of the target. Dean knew that he was blushing again. Cas was standing less than an arm’s-length from him, with the same serene expression he always wore. Dean knew he shouldn’t feel this nervous. It was just a dumb fairground game. Just throwing a ball at a puny target. Right, Winchester, he said to himself. You can do this. Focus.
The second ball almost hit the target. “Close call!” exclaimed the guy manning the stall, a tall, skinny kid who looked to be younger than Dean. Dean looked to his brother, who still had that unbearable smirk on his face, but who nodded encouragingly. “You can do it, Dean. Come on.”
Dean wound the ball up again, and pitched it as hard as he could towards the target. SCORE! The target fell flat, and Sam clapped Dean on the back. When Dean looked over at Cas, Cas was smiling broadly. Was it just Dean’s imagination, or was there a certain heat in Castiel’s eyes when they made eye contact? Almost without being aware of doing it, Dean stepped closer to Cas. He was close enough to touch him…
Dean felt Sammy tap him on the back. “Hey, Dean?” Sam held up his cellphone. “My friend Josh just called me. He’s over at the ferris wheel. I’m gonna go meet him if that’s ok?” Sam gave a barely-noticeable eyebrow wiggle.
“I didn’t hear your phone ring,” said Cas with a frown. Sam glanced from Cas to Dean. “Uh…it didn’t…it was…on vibrate. Yeah. Well, have a good time you two!” With that Sam was gone, loping in the direction of the ferris wheel to meet his non-existent friend. Dean smiled.
Turning back to Cas he said “So…pick one.”
It took Cas a moment to follow the change of conversation. Dean was gesturing towards the rack of stuffed animals, which was as comprehensive as a zoo. There were stuffed dogs, cats, lions, zebras…Dean thought he even spotted a unicorn somewhere near the back. Cas blinked.
“…me? But Dean, you won the game. You should pick.”
Dean looked at the floor, his foot scuffing the dirt. “Yeah, well, I uh…I want you to have my prize. So pick.”
Cas studied the row of stuffed animals intently. Dean’s embarrassment eased to the point that he could look up from the tops of his shoes again. Cas pointed at a teddy bear. “That one,” he said decisively.
The skinny kid manning the stall hooked the bear, and presented it to Cas. Cas was smiling. He hugged the bear quite unselfconsciously. That was part of why Dean liked him. Cas wasn’t concerned with looking cool. Cas did his own thing, not caring if other people thought it was “weird.” As they walked away from the stall, Dean screwed up his courage and draped an arm around Cas.
Dean wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but when Cas turned towards him with a big smile and leaned in towards Dean, it was more than Dean had hoped for. The two of them kissed, among the crowds and the balloons and the brightly-striped fairground stalls. Cas was still clutching the teddy bear to his chest.
“Hey lovebirds. Don’t let me interrupt you.” Cas turned at the sound of the voice, and Dean noted with satisfaction that now it was Cas’ turn to blush.
“Gabriel. This is…”
“This is Dean, the jock you’ve been crushing on, am I right?” Gabriel pursed his lips. “So, what are your intentions towards my little brother? Are they – “ Gabriel cleared his throat “ – honourable?”
“Relax Castiel, I’m joking.” Gabriel manouvered his way between them, clapped a hand on each of their shoulders. “Wouldn’t be me if I didn’t drive you crazy, now would I? Anyway, I think I saw Dean’s brother over by the ferris wheel. He was looking a little lonely. Maybe we could double-date?”
Dean laughed at Castiel’s discomfiture. “Pleased to meet you, Gabe.”
“Oh, you really shouldn’t speak too soon,” replied Gabriel, with a smirk, as the three of them headed off to where the big wheel stood gleaming against the summer sky.