-An elderly man with a mysterious aura, equal parts cryptid and cryptid hunter, stumbled into my lane, only to purchase $10 of Minions accessories.
-Two men stood by the fitting rooms, discussing their majors, schools, careers, life plans, and everything in between. The conversation lasted at least ninety minutes, and I was at no point able to discern whether they were acquainted before this moment. If not, this has potential to be the ultimate meet-cute.
-Three team members, myself included, came in wearing the exact same shirt. In reality, I should have seen this coming. Such is the curse of getting your work uniform at work.
-As I am wont to do on long and stressful softlines shifts, I have made a friend. Tonight’s companion is a small stuffed pup who I have named Isabelle. She is as soft as she is soothing and I am grateful for her presence.
-I watched as a father pushed his daughter all throughout the store on Heelys, helping her accomplish some stunningly sweet stunts. This is a modern model of fatherly love that I would like to see more often.
-A screaming chicken toy has broken in a display case, resulting in hours of incessant shrieks. I have become fully desensitized to the sounds of agony with which I am now surrounded. A murder could take place in the electronics section and I would not flinch. I feel this may be a part of the basic indoctrination of a retail worker.
Warnings: SMUT, a/b/o verse, alpha!dean, omega!reader, beta!sam, knotting, heat, very slight fingering, kinda kinky trope, dirty talk, some fluff at the end
A/N: I’m still not taking requests, but this is just a teaser to keep your dirty little minds satisfied until I post again ;)
“S-Sam?” you call with a shaking voice. It’s only seven in the morning, and Dean had left for breakfast. Sam was here to watch you, as you had been feeling ill for a few days.
Sam races to your room and almost breaks down the door to get to you. He had always been protective like a big brother, and you knew he was trustworthy in this situation.
“Y/N? Are you—” He has to stop speaking to regain his composure. You were naked, but wrapped in your blankets. Even you could smell your slick.
“I thought you were a beta.” he mumbled, covering his mouth and nose.
“Yeah? Well me too.” You reply, a bit of anger in your voice.
“I’ll get you some things you’ll need. DON’T let Dean into your room.” Sam ordered. You roll your eyes and shoo him away, wanting to cover your scent before the alpha got home.
“I mean it, Y/N. Once he smells you, no amount of suppressants will stop him.”
Sam exits with a serious look on your face. You wait until he has left before you stand in all your naked glory, shutting your bedroom door. You were supposed to be a beta, never having experienced a heat before. Dean had never had any issues around you, and Sam was a beta as well. When you had woken up that morning though, you felt a hot wetness between your legs and a burning desire in your stomach. From friends’ stories, you knew you were in heat. Apparently, you were an omega.
You had at least thrown on a button up that Dean had lent you months ago, but it was so comfy that he allowed you to steal it. You wore it along with a simple pair of underwear. Sam arrived just as you curled up in your bed, after changing the scented sheets.
“I brought you heat spray, suppressant pills, and um…yeah.” the awkward beta handed you a bag. You thanked him and opened the sack, widening your eyes at the contents.
“Is that a…?”
“And I’m supposed to…?”
Sam nodded and gave you a small smile, leaning forwards and quickly kissing the top of your head.
“Good luck.” he grinned, heading towards the hallway. You glared at him as he left, making sure to lock and close your door.
Reluctantly, you pulled out the nine inch dildo and tossed it across the room. There was no way you’d use that thing. You set the pill bottle on the bedside table, deciding to use those later, and immediately sprayed the deodorizer around the room. It began to smell normal again, and not of sex and lust.
Things were alright for the first few hours, until you heard the bunker door open down stairs.
Dean was home.
Despite feeling perfectly fine just a few minutes earlier, your stomach began to painfully twist in knots and your thighs were coated in the wetness once more. You could smell Dean, and you wanted him, bad.
You hadn’t taken the suppressants, but you wished you had. The room was immediately scented, and the smell of your heat was everywhere, mixing with Dean’s scent that he was unknowingly emitting.
“D-Dean…” you whimpered, clenching and relaxing your thighs. You fell onto your back and bit your lip, overtaken by the sudden aching desire within your body. You wanted to be bred, your body wanted to be bred.
And you wanted your alpha to breed you.
There was a sudden commotion on the stairs, and you strained to hear over the blood pumping in your veins.
“Dean, no! Do you have any idea what will happen?” it was Sam, and you could hear his panicked words.
“Dammit Sammy! She needs me.” Dean growled in his alpha voice.
Sam was required to back off at his tone, but he carried on with his efforts. You whimpered and fisted the sheets as your desire grew.
Your door was nearly broken, this time the lock flying off. Sam was still trying to pull him away as he struggled to get to you, finally turning and growling at Sam to back off. The beta threw up his hands and stomped away, whilst Dean approached your body. He shut the door as best he could, obviously not able to lock it.
“Dean,” you whimpered. The bed dipped as he sat down, gently moving towards you. He stiffened when you reached out and touched him.
“You’ve been waiting so long…you’re burning up baby girl.” he murmured, taking your hand in his. At the alpha’s touch, you moaned and dug your nails into the mattress, needing release. Dean pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Alpha’s gonna take care of you.” he rumbled, beginning to unbutton your shirt.
You hadn’t put on a bra, and Dean cursed at your beautifully exposed breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and gently biting the nub. He palmed the other, leaving you writhing in pleasure on the bed.
You gripped the collar of his jacket, urging him to take it off. He complied, throwing the leather material to the side. He grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head, getting on his hands and knees above your body. You could feel the heat radiating from his naked torso.
“I need you.” you whispered, trying to pull his body down to yours. He began to fervently kiss your neck and shoulders. You gasped and groaned at the contact, threading your fingers through his hair and moaning.
“What do you need me to do?” he growled against your skin. His hands trailed down your body to your thighs, cupping them and tugging you forcefully towards his body.
“Knot me.” you said almost shyly. He smiled and tucked his fingers beneath you, unclasping and removing your bra. He then took your shirt, or rather, his shirt, off you and tossed it near his own clothing.
“You want me to knot you baby?” he grumbled, kissing at your cheeks and chest. “Fill you up with my alpha seed?”
Dean reached down and pushed your panties aside, easing his index and middle finger in. You shivered as he collected some of your slick, taking his fingers into his mouth. He moaned at the taste and inhaled deeply, as though high. You were his drug.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered, balancing his weight on one hand and reaching for his belt with the other. “You’re so ready to be bred, to be my little omega.” he spoke. His belt came off, and he hastily popped the button and zipper. You placed your palms flat on his chest and wriggled beneath him as he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs.
You gasped as his cock bumped against your thigh, leaking his own alpha slick. His knot was already forming at the base, and you bit your lip thinking about him inside of you.
“Please, Dean.” You whined, wrapping your arms loosely around the alpha’s neck. He kissed your shoulder and reached a hand down, angling the large head against your pussy lips. You moaned as he rubbed against your slit, wetting his shaft in your slick and teasing your heat.
When he began to push in, you dug your nails into his biceps and cried out at the new sensation. Dean went slow, entering your body inch by inch until he was balls deep.
“Fuck Y/N…” he grunted, supporting himself on both arms above you. You squeezed your eyes shut at the ache, a satisfactory burning spreading through your body.
“Breed me, Dean.” you said softly. He was instantly thrown into his alpha rut, wrapping his large hand around your hip. His other fingers tangled with yours beside your head. You hissed through your teeth as he pumped his hips once.
He began to pick up a rhythm, pumping in and out of your soaking omega heat. Dean let out little grunts and grumbles as his cock met resistance against your tight depth.
“This is what you wanted me to do, right?” he grumbled, speeding up. His cock pounded into your trembling body, causing you to groan and hold onto his thick shoulders for dear life. Dean continued to assault your waiting sex.
“D-Dean…Dean…” you whimpered, wrapping your thighs around his waist. His hands went down to cup your thighs, using your body as leverage for his thrusts. You felt his knot building at the base of his shaft.
“Such a good little omega,” Dean grunted. “Taking your alpha’s cock, letting me breed you.”
You fisted the sheets and cried out as Dean lifted your body. He flipped you over on your stomach, leaning over and pinning you down with his cock still buried deep inside of you. His hips slammed into your ass with each heavy thrust, and he buried his face into your neck.
“I’m gonna fill you up with so much of my alpha seed.” he growled, causing you to whine in his grip. He continued to slam into your body for a few more minutes, eventually letting out a low guttural moan. You cried out as he gripped both of your hips and pushed himself deep into you, thickening against your outer lips.
His knot slowly eased into you, swelling and locking you together. Dean fell against your smaller frame and wrapped his arms around you.
He stilled as his cock twitched and pulsed within your depth, releasing his cum. He pushed your hair aside and made a nip on your neck, releasing a bit of blood. You gasped at being filled with his sperm, and the sudden realization.
“Dean, you just…”
“I mated my omega.” he mumbled, shielding your trembling body from the cold air. The thought of you being his omega brought you to a climax, sending waves of heated pleasure coursing through you. Dean held you tight as you gasped and wriggled, the torture of oversensitiveness almost breaking you.
You were locked together for nearly an hour until Dean’s knot was small enough to pull apart. He slid his softening prick out and fell next to you, gathering your body before you could slip away to clean up. He cuddled you to his chest and kissed the mated mark, lifting your chin and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. A happy warmth spread through you as his alpha cum dripped from your opening.
“Thank you, alpha.” you murmured, nuzzling into his shoulder. He held you close and sighed, still breathing heavily. Dean ran his fingers through your hair and allowed you to rest.
“I-I love you, Y/N.” he stammered. You lifted your head and smiled, kissing his chest. He returned a grin and curled one arm beneath his head, the other weaving around your body.
“I love you too Dean.” you replied. You settled on him and sighed contentedly.
“I knew you were an omega, before all of this.” he admitted. “I also knew that I’d be the one to knot and breed you, that I was your alpha.”
“Really?” you asked, a bit shocked.
“You would never listen to Sam, but you always obeyed me.” he winked. You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped his chest, still a bit shaken from having your first heat—and alpha.
It was only a few minutes later that your slick was heavy again and his knot began to swell once more…
In which you slow dance with the one and only Star-Lord. (insp.)
so desperately wanted to be called Star-Lord, but everyone called him Quill.
Except for you. You preferred to use Peter, and maybe that was why he fell in
love so hard. Rarely did anyone address him without a tinge of sarcasm or
playful banter in their voice—something he was very guilty of reciprocating—but
when you spoke to him, he felt validated in ways he never knew he could. You
gave him a sense of responsibility. A feeling of warmth and excitement. A drive
in life, fueled not by a desire for the admiration of others, but rather, a
need to make you feel the same way he did. Happy.
initial glimpse of Peter was the day of Ronan’s defeat. Hair disheveled.
Clothes torn. Face scratched up. He was dancing to a song you’d never heard,
and your entire body reacted. It tingled and shook from your toes, to your
heart strings, up your throat, to your brain where the sensation settled,
leaving only one thought. Shit. You’d gone through life thinking love at first
sight was nothing more than a myth. But there you were. In love. Or something
like it. You were stubborn when it came to things like that, so you chalked it
up to lust—somehow that felt more dignified.
was alcohol involved in your first encounter. That was always how these things
seemed to go. The big hero, off to celebrate at a local bar; you, the plain
civilian, coincidentally at the same place, standing in a corner. Music was playing, but the melodies were foreign,
and you could only assume that they were his. Most of them were upbeat, but
occasionally things would slow down a little, and that’s when he shined the
brightest. He’d move about the room fluidly, pulling the other patrons close.
Dipping them, spinning them, pressing his body against theirs. Leaving a trail
of longing eyes in his wake. You couldn’t help but feel jealous, but at the
same time, you were grateful. Unless you were alone in the safety of your room,
dancing was not your forte. And so you nursed your drink and watched.
moved closer and you got a better look at his face, confirming that he was the
most unrealistically handsome man you’d ever seen in your life. It was the sort
of thing that held a hypnotic element, capturing your eyes and refusing to let
them free of his spell. The sappiness of it all was enough to make you inwardly
wretch, but as the gap in proximity closed, it became harder to deny fact.
youngjae: the peacemaker
- he would most likely try to break up the fight
- or stop it before it starts
- “Come on guys, it’s not worth it!”
- he’d be the one to get the principal involved and ruin the fight tbh
- ofc nobody listens to the right person and fight until the teachers/security comes
- hates violence
bambam: the instigator
- literally hyping his friend up (probably yugyeom) before they fight
- “Aw you gon let him talk to you like that?!”
- can’t fight to save his life
- sparks a fight since he won’t stop instigating
- won’t jump in for nothing
- is the one making the unnecessary noise like “DAMNNN” or “OOOHHH”
- ends up recording and posts it on instagram
- if he does get dragged in, he’s throwing weak helicopter style hits
jackson: mr. I-don’t-play-about-my-mama
- is a really cool dude until you do something incredibly rude to piss him off
- beats your ass with no thought if you disrespect his mother or his entire family
- “I’m not here to talk.”
- literally super scary despite how sweet and funny he is
- has a short temper
- takes off his shirt before the fight
- cursing left to right
jaebum: bruce lee who?
- the kid who dresses in all black with earphones in all the time
- literally so fucking intimidating
- you’d have to be drunk to pick a fight with him tbh
- “How stupid can you fucking be?! Do I look weak to you?!”
- probably in a fight bc people think he’s easy
- laughs before the fight so you know shit about to go down
- will beat someone’s ass till they are bleeding
- takes his anger out on them
- ends up getting arrested
mark: silent but deadly
- looks fragile but will kick ass despite his small frame
- people probably think he can’t fight so they bully him
- simply runs up and beats their ass
- throws his backpack and everything on the ground
- has a pissed off expression on his face
- “You dumb bitch..” when he’s done with them
- he would probably cry out of anger afterward
- very violent when necessary
- not the best person to talk to after the fight
jinyoung: petty betty
- seems like the type who’d probably pick a fight
- still will whoop anyone’s ass regardless
- “You can’t handle me.”
- laughs at how pathetic the person he fought is afterward
- intense kicks in the stomach
- probably loves hurting people and finds pleasure in doing so
- super evil
yugyeom: the fighting cry baby
- everyone knows how strong he is
- “I swear I’m gonna kill somebody!”
- has a soft heart so he’d cry before and after fighting
- beats their ass till HE gets tired
- since he’s so tall, he can just throw around the person he’s fighting
- his face would be really red
- probably would apologize days later
Shiro: Has insomnia which only got worse after he got kidnapped by the galra, used to babysit pidge when she was little, met matt when they were both 16, was overall a good teacher at the garrison, taught Keith (his adopted brother) abt astronomy when he was little and the two would watch the stars
Keith: Never really met his mom probably she left when he was a baby, is touch starved, loves watching the stars, has anxiety, loves watching space/ufo documentaries, lowkey had a crush on Fox Mulder, loves wearing hoodies, his PJs are just a t shirt and shorts or a t shirt and boxers, sleeps in all the time, stays up late, curses a lot, falls asleep easily during car rides.
Lance: Has naturally curly hair, loves kids so much and is amazing with them, his mom taught him about astronomy, had bad acne when he was like 12, helps hunk when he gets nervous, comforts pidge when she gets sad about Matt and Sam, overall really good at helping people when they need it, he surfs, he collected shells from the beach when he was little, always was the one who put on the camera for a family photo and ran to the rest of the family before it went off.
Hunk: His mom gave him his headband when he was little, has really warm and soft hands, uses lotion a lot, helped tutor younger kids in the garrison abt math, has panic attacks sometimes, he taught himself about machinery, loved learning about space in school.
Pidge: Does not let anyone touch her laptop, actually doesn’t mind dresses she used to wear them a lot, matt was trans too and let her use his old clothes, became very close with her mom after matt and her dad disappeared, did all she could to find them before the garrison, she picked out the dog when she was like 4, loves playing video games.
↳He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
@kazekagegirl asked “Could you do a Bucky x reader where the reader is hard on herself every time she’s messes up or does something the wrong way, she thinks she has to perfect, she thinks she screws up a lot when in actuality she don’t. Well one day her and Bucky get into it and she becomes emotional and he tells her she is not a screw up, she more than what she gives herself credit for, they argue and he storms off they make up and possibly smut. It’s different but if you can please and thank you.”
A/N: So I finally have time for all the requests! Request away people :) I changed the request a tinsy bit. Hope you don’t mind. Let me know if you want to be tagged.
Request: I would love a Bucky smut where him and reader have to go undercover as a married couple.
Summary: You were supposed to go on a undercover mission with Steve, not the man you despised- James Buchanan Barnes.
Warnings: smut, sexual tension, fluff
A/N: I have another draft of this written up but it was all over the place and I didn’t like it so I switched to this one.
“I know you were expecting to go on this mission with Steve, but we have a job to do.” Bucky threw a towel over his shoulder, heading toward the door of the hotel room.
“Well, once you took Steve’s place this mission just got exponentially harder.” You stepped out of the bathroom, towel and sunscreen in your hand.
“How so?” He smiled, cocking an eyebrow at you.
You jutted your hip out, rolling your eyes at him. Your bikini was nothing special; it had a pushup top that accentuated your breasts perfectly, but that was about it. The top and the bottom matched with blue and white stripes. You topped the outfit off with red sunglasses; the suit was meant to get a chuckle from Steve, not Bucky.
“Because now I have to pretend I’m head over heels in love with you, not Steve.” You flipped the light off. “Let’s just go check out the damn pool.”
A/N: I recently got attacked in my real life, and all I could think about was Peter Parker taking care of me and I came up with this, roles switched. This is extremely cliche but sometimes cliche stories make the best ones. Not my gif.
This is my first time writing for Peter Parker so please do leave me feedbackhere<3
The only light that was being emitted in your bedroom was the simple rectangular shine from your phone, as you scrolled through past photos of friends and family; focusing on one person in particular. You were trying to figure out when all of this happened, when just being friends suddenly bloomed into something bigger, something you were terrified to admit.
EXO Reaction ~ You Change Your Shirt In front of Them and They Have a Crush On You
Request: Exo’s reaction to you buying a shirt and you two are in the car, and you said “I can’t wait until we get home!” And you take off your shirt and put on the one you bought (you’re their crush) *hugs* thank you
A/N: Hope I didn’t disappoint, Changed it up a bit with a few members since you’d probably get in trouble for stripping in a car.
Once Chen saw you starting to take your shirt off in the car, being the troll he is would pretend that he wasn’t looking at your chest but inside he’d be literally and internally having a party to himself, promising that he would never get the image out of his head.
This little bundle of fluff would get so flustered and wouldn’t be able to help but look over at you while you were struggling to put your new shirt on, buying him time to give him more glances.
*lowkey checks you the fuck out, his head filling with sinful dirty thoughts as soon as your new shirt catches on your bra*
Kai would suddenly see the world in slow motion, asking himself was what were going on in front of him actually happening or was it a dream. He would then tart getting hot and flustered, running his hand through his hair.
“The things you do to me, y/n”
As you started changing out of your shirt in your livingroom, Yifan would go into full on shock mode and wouldn’t hesitate to get up from the sofa and kiss you until your lips were black and blue.
“Why the shit are you doing this to me, I don’t deserve this punishment.”
Minseok couldn’t peel his perverted gaze from your body as soon as you hit the traffic lights, all he could do was let his eyes wander and try and make it look subtle but diverting his eyes back onto the road before you noticed he was looking at you and stirring up thoughts with his pure perverted mind.
Dirty minded little shit wouldn’t hesitate to comment on your body before you had the chance to pull the T-Shirt fully over your chest, almost choke on the very air you were breathing.
“Damn, haven’t you got a bright future in front of you…”
He legit nearly kissed the soul out of your living body as soon as he saw you were wearing a Gucci collection bra then it hit him, you were shirtless in his car and he almost had a fanboy freak out in that moment.
“What are you trying to do to me?!?”
*Subtly stares at you changing in the rear view mirror pretending that he’s checking the road out when he’s legit checking you out*
“Well fuck me…”
When you and Chanyeol both got back to your apartment from a long day of shopping and you didn’t hesitate to change your shirt in front of him, Yeol didn’t hesitate to let a string of curse words while he basically drooled and couldn’t stop staring at your half nakedness.
Sehun didn’t complain when you started to change in front of him but it felt like the world went into stop motion when mini Oh Sehun started to harden up under his skinny jeans making the maknae internally scream.
Goes into complete and utter shock when you start to change into the passenger seat of his car, almost making him crash since he was focusing on you being half naked instead of the road.
“I’m not complaining but isn’t that shirt a little… tight?”
In chapter 25 I think of reverse Kurama thinks for a moment of taking Genma with him. Do you ever think of doing a au of it. I just imagine all the shenanigans they would get into.
Genma wakes with a throbbing
headache, the vaguely nauseating lurch of a mild concussion, and the scent of
rain and wet earth heavy in his nose.
It’s nothing at all like the
sea-and-stone scent of Whirlpool Country that he remembers from before, and the
air clings like a damp shroud in a way that sea air doesn’t. There’s no sense
of Kakashi’s chakra, either, familiar and crackling like lightning. Instead,
it’s like someone lit a bonfire right next to his head—chakra burns, as brilliant as standing at the heart
of a wildfire.
Taking a breath, Genma opens his
eyes, and is immediately confronted by orange-gold and green.
“Kurama-nii!” the little girl
calls gleefully, grin wide and bright. “Kurama-nii, he’s awake! Are you going
to torture him?”
“Are you going to eat him?” a
redheaded boy, even younger than the girl, asks solemnly, leaning over Genma’s
other side. Eerily pale eyes blink at Genma for a moment, and then the boy
looks up. “Shukaku says you should eat him.”
“Shukaku is about ten cards
short of a full deck,” a familiar voice says dryly, and a dark-skinned arm
loops around the little boy and scoops him up. “Sweetheart, I thought you were
supposed to be emptying out your pack.”
“But laying clothes out is boring,” the girl complains, even as she
scrambles up. “They’re not that wet.”
“If you don’t stick them by the
fire, they’re going to molder,” Uzumaki Kurama says, crouching down even as he
boosts the redhead—the Kazekage’s child, Ichibi jinchuuriki, highly unstable, Genma remembers from
the report, and can’t feel anything but bemused—up to cling to his shoulder.
The boy latches on like a monkey, apparently perfectly content, and Kurama
definitely doesn’t seem to mind, hardly even notices as he looks Genma over a
“Sorry,” he says, on the verge
of gruff, but there’s a flicker in his eyes that makes Genma certain that he
means it. “Freak Squad was incoming, and it was put you down or get the kids
the hell out of there.”
Given that dropping him was hardly a time-consuming chore, Genma calls bullshit,
and lets his raised eyebrow speak volumes as he pulls himself up to sit. Kurama
has the grace to look faintly abashed, if not regretful, and he rolls his eyes
a bit and huffs.
Well. There’s nothing to be done
about it now, clearly, since Genma gets the feeling that Whirlpool Country is
far behind them. He looks Kurama over, taking in the ragged clothes, the bare
feet, the weary look edging his eyes, and tips his head in acceptance.
“I feel like I picked a fight
with a mountain,” he says, keeps it light so that Kurama will know he’s joking
even as he puts a hand up to rub at the lump on his skull.
Thankfully, it’s only humor that
crosses Kurama’s sharp, almost pretty features. He chuckles softly, reaching
out to gently tip Genma’s head forward. It’s a careful motion, and Genma only
just feels the touch of claws against his scalp as Kurama shifts his hair. His
bandana is still in his pocket, he realizes with something of a start. And—maybe
it’s fitting, that Genma took off his hitai-ate before he helped Kurama, but…
Namikaze Minato was Genma’s
Hokage, far more than the Sandaime. Minato was the one he loved, the one he
would have given his life for in a heartbeat. And it was Minato he was serving,
letting Kurama go. There’s no way Minato would ever have kept Naruto away from
his last living relative, even if Naruto wasn’t
his son. What could Genma do but honor that, when everything pointed to Kurama
being benevolent, rather than an enemy?
“A jinchuuriki, not a mountain,”
Kurama corrects dryly, letting Genma go to sink back on his heels, though dark
red eyes linger on him. “It’s probably the next best thing, though, honestly.”
Genma grins, because he knew
Kushina, and he’d definitely agree with that. Before he can say as much,
though, there’s a scuffle off to the side, and with a cheer Naruto goes tumbling
head over heels, a small white fox in his arms. They’re wrestling, Genma realizes
with a start, and—
Six years, and he’s never seen Naruto
laugh like that before. Like Kushina, loud and bright, entirely uncontained.
Kurama growls under his breath,
more exasperation than anger, and practically dives over Genma, grabbing for
the boy, and Genma looks, takes in what’s alarmed the man, and sees the edge of
a cliff uncomfortably close. With a curse, he grabs Kurama’s shirt, anchoring
him, and Kurama snatches Naruto and the fox up a bare foot from the edge.
“Don’t do that, kit,” he huffs, even as Genma reels him back in, heartbeat
still stuttering in his chest at the near miss.
“Sorry, Kurama-nii,” Naruto says
abashedly, offering up a sheepish grin that’s entirely Minato and makes Genma’s
breath catch a little.
“Oops,” the fox agrees
cheerfully, wiggling out of Naruto’s hold. “We’ll be more careful, Kurama-sama.”
Kurama rolls his eyes, but he
sets Naruto on his feet, then lets Gaara slide down to join him. “We’re going
to be up here for one night. Please try
not to die, okay, brats?”
“Are we giving you gray hairs?”
a blonde preteen asks solemnly, looking Kurama over with sharp eyes. “Anzu said
we were, but I don’t see any.”
“If anyone could, it would be
you four,” Kurama says dryly. “But no. I’m fine.”
Yugito eyes him for one more
moment, then nods, apparently accepting that, and says, “Naruto, Gaara, come
help me lay out your clothes so they’ll dry. You don’t want to be wearing wet
things tomorrow, do you?”
“Aww,” Naruto complains, though
by the way he bounces over to her side, it’s probably not nearly as much of a
problem as he’s making it seem. Gaara casts one more look at Genma, faintly
cautious, and then follows.
Genma watches them for a moment,
taking in the small cave they’re all camped out in. outside, rain is sheeting
down, and grey clouds obscure everything, though Genma can’t tell if the cloud-cover
is particularly low or if they’re up high. No defining characteristics, beyond
the rain, and at this time of year that could mean they’re in Ame, Grass, southern
Lightning Country, or anywhere near the eastern sea.
He glances over at Kurama to find
the man watching him closely, still sitting next to him with one leg bent and
an elbow looped around it. Definitely not the pose of an enemy, or even someone
suspicious of Genma’s motives, and that’s…strange. Kurama shouldn’t know
anything about him, and certainly not enough to mark him as something besides a
Then again, Genma supposes that
he wouldn’t be conscious anywhere near the kids if Kurama thought he was a
threat. Probably would have been killed back in Whirlpool Country, honestly,
and it’s not a comforting thought, but it’s still reassuring. Kurama’s doing
everything possible to protect the jinchuuriki children, and Genma knows bone-deep
that he won’t let any harm come to them.
“What’s happening tomorrow?” he
asks mildly, carefully leaning back to brace himself against the wall of the
For a long moment Kurama just
looks at him, dark red eyes assessing. He looks so much like Kushina, from the
shape of his eyes to the angle of his jaw, that it’s a little eerie, but…comforting.
Genma’s spent the last six years with the only reminder of Kushina being her
son, and for all Naruto will likely look like his mother when he gets older,
for now his father’s coloring overwhelms it. It’s impossible not to see Minato,
when Genma looks at him, so the shadow of Kushina in Kurama’s features is a
Raggedly cut red hair sways as Kurama
tips his head a little, and his lips tip up in a hint of a smirk. “If I said Kiri,
what would you do?”
Kiri? Genma blinks, entirely taken aback, and—he’d honestly been
expecting Kurama to say Ame. It would at least make more sense than the Bloody
Except maybe it wouldn’t,
because Kurama’s been hitting all the highlights in his jinchuuriki-acquisition
tour, and besides Bee, the only ones he hasn’t visited yet are Yagura and Kiri’s
second human sacrifice.
“…You’re going to take four kids
into Kiri,” he says, even so, because
the bloody graduation exam might have stopped when he was a kid, but that doesn’t
mean Kiri is anything even vaguely
close to stable.
Kurama blinks, and then snorts. He
curls his legs under him, shifting forward, and says, “You know, most people
skip over the fact that they’re kids, seeing as they’re jinchuuriki too.”
Genma rolls his eyes at the man,
because after Genma committing treason
for him he should damn well know better. “Most people probably didn’t have to
deal with a pregnant Kushina. Believe me, that’s not something I could forget.”
The slant of Kurama’s mouth
changes, a faintly bittersweet smile crossing his face. “Yeah. She was a
terror, wasn’t she?”
“The biggest terror,” Genma says fondly, because Kushina may as well
have been a second older sister, and he adored her for everything she was. These
last few years have been torture,
only being able to involve himself in the barest fringes of Naruto’s life,
unable to be anything but an invisible watcher most of the time. It hurts, even
more so because he knows it’s the
exact opposite of what Minato and Kushina would have wanted.
Well. Thinking like that, it’s
easy enough to know what to do next. Kurama said he was planning to bring Naruto
back to Konoha, and that’s good enough for Genma.
“So,” he says easily, pulling a
senbon out of his sleeve and flipping it through his fingers. “What are our
plans in Kiri?”
Kurama’s eyes widen, and he
looks up at Genma sharply. Genma just grins back, lazy and maybe a little
challenging, and watches the realization flicker across that familiar-unfamiliar
“Well,” Kurama drawls, “hopefully
I’ll be able to find a babysitter. And then I was planning to go punch a
goddess in the face. You up for it?”
Raidō is going to murder him, but it’s still nowhere near
enough to make Genma back down. He holds Kurama’s gaze, tucks the senbon
between his teeth, and smiles. “I did always like to dream big.”
Genre: ANGST Words: 2,226 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Depressing and suicidal thoughts, stalking, violence, injuries, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.
Taking a cab back to your apartment had given you enough time to think. You weren’t going to take the cab to the police station, not wanting to put any driver’s life in danger. You’d take Nat’s car, and if something were to happen, well, at least you’d be dead and wouldn’t have to deal with Natasha’s rage.
You felt overly paranoid as you entered the building to grab the car keys. It was a constant feeling nowadays, to feel somebody else’s eyes on you, to feel vulnerable and naked from the outside as every one of your moves was analyzed. The feeling sparked a sense of panic inside of you, almost like a shot of adrenaline that forced your feet to move faster and your thoughts to become more erratic. Your pace quickened dramatically until you were in the front seat of Natasha’s red Nissan Altima.
You immediately locked the doors and took a deep breath. Your fingers shook as you gripped the steering wheel and closed your eyes, leaning your head back slightly to compose yourself. You had absolutely no idea what you were doing, but you knew you couldn’t sit around and do nothing any longer. You refused to play victim. You refused to hide behind others’ strength. There was only one thing you could control in your life and that was this moment.