#(I gotta stop making this guy uncapable of doing anything man... it's a big problem...)

[askthehoverbase]

Happy "I'm so glad that I don't have an army of children in one vessel constantly zooming around" day! Honestly, I hate babysitting, it gets outta control way too fast.

Especially when the kid you're babysitting is actually a grown adult with several unidentified issues...

What was that?

[obxsummer]

Three Times // JJ Maybank

word count: 3.6k

pairing: jj maybank x reader

warnings: child abuse, descriptions of injuries, underage drinking, cursing, honestly these poor kids wow

summary: the two instances where you flinch at jj’s touch and the one where he finally finds out what’s wrong.

requested by @jjobx​

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The first time, JJ got suspicious.

You wanted to scream. Your voice was gone, lost somewhere in the chaos as you curled up on the floor of the kitchen. You wished you could leave, go back to California with your mom, but she was gone, and instead, you were stuck here with your shitty father and primadonna of a step-mother. It had started recently, the abuse. The first few months in the Outer Banks had been awesome. You were so excited to finally be on the coast with the remainder of your family but it changed faster than you could blink.

You never knew stating your opinion on what to have for dinner would end with bruises on your ribs and a bloody lip, but your dad never failed at making sure you knew your place. “Fuck,” You mumbled as you got to your feet and grabbed a paper towel to wipe off the blood from your face. Glancing at the clock, you knew you were late for movie night with your friends so you ran upstairs to cover up with some makeup before walking out.

A few days after moving in with your dad, you had met the resident Pogues: John B, JJ, Kiara, and Pope. Their friendship was unmatched, but they were quick to welcome you into their group with open arms. The five of you got along so well it was as if you had known them your entire life. It didn’t take long until you found yourself staring at JJ most of the time, curious as to what it was like to be wrapped up in his arms as more than friends. Luckily, he was open to letting you find out and the two of you had been dating since.

The usual chaotic energy was evident when you made it to John B’s house. You could hear JJ’s laugh as soon as you stepped on the screened-in porch followed by Kiara’s scream. It was evident what had happened, with Kie’s soaked hair and clothes while JJ held empty water bottles.

“You dick!” She screamed as she turned towards him to attack him for revenge. “That was freezing!”

While your boyfriend was busy defending himself, Pope greeted you with a drink. “What’s up?” He asked as he uncapped your spiked lemonade for you.

You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a smile before taking a drink. “The usual, Pope. I can’t wait to move out.”

Your friends weren’t strangers to the fact that your dad and step-monster were mean at times, but none of them knew the extent of everything. You chose clothing wisely and always covered anything up with makeup before getting close to them. Even when you and JJ spent time alone, you were careful about how much you revealed.

“Babe, help me!” JJ whined for your assistance as he continued to fight off Kie’s anger. You shook your head at his antics and continued to sit next to Pope just as John B entered the area.

“Absolute dumbass,” John B mumbled as he sat on your other side. He twisted his bandana around his neck before relaxing against the couch cushions. “You know not to fuck around with Kie, bro!”

Once Kiara managed to get JJ back enough to her standards, she let him go. With a satisfied smirk, she stepped back to admire her work. While JJ had managed to get her with water, she found it fitting to retaliate with the rest of her beer which covered his t-shirt and hair.

“Ah fuck,” JJ cursed as he pulled his shirt off his body and threw it on the ground. “Now I gotta shower, Kie.”

She didn’t even apologize and instead went inside to get another drink. JJ groaned and tried to dry his hair off as much as possible with his shirt before facing the three of you with a frown. You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped at the sight of him looking like a wet puppy.

“Come on.” You stood up and offered him your hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Whistling followed your words as Pope and John B winked at the two of you, leaving JJ to flip them off as he let you pull him inside. You walked into the back room to grab an extra shirt from the collection of clothing that was forming slowly. Honestly, each of you had a fair share of your stuff around John B’s house. You weren’t sure why, probably because you all spent so much time here anyway, but it was turning out to be convenient.

“Here.” You handed him a new shirt alongside a towel for him to shower. “Now go clean off so we can actually get drunk and enjoy the night.”

“You’re so good to me.” JJ took the items before setting them aside and turning back to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closure. You shook your head at him, leaning forward to kiss him lightly before moving back. JJ’s hands squeezed your hips but you jerked back at the sharp pain in your side from where your step-mother’s heel had connected with your body.

JJ let go instantly, his eyes filling with concern at your reaction. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“JJ, you’re fine, bub. Go shower.” You quickly made a move to get around him and head back outside, but his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you to a stop.

“Talk to me,” He whispered as his thumb rubbed your cheek gently. “What happened?”

You shook your head and gave him a smile to try and reassure him. “I fell down the stairs earlier because I was moving too fast to get here. It’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.”

Although he didn’t seem convinced, JJ let you walk away. He watched you disappear onto the porch again before he moved into the bathroom to shower. He wasn’t an idiot. As someone who fell at the hands of his father, he knew enough about the pain that followed and how often it had him flinching in someone’s grip. Now, he was worried, but if you weren’t going to tell him, he would have to figure it out himself.

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The second time, JJ got frustrated.

You were laying out on the HMS Pogue next to Kiara, both of you tuning out the boys as you tried to tan. It was John B’s birthday, and despite your wishes to throw a small party, he really just wanted to spend the day with the four of you doing whatever he wanted to do. For him, that meant getting drunk on the boat by three and crashing on the couch to watch movies all night.

You had managed to avoid setting your dad off the entire week and you were hoping he would be in a good mood for you to invite your friends over for some pizza and movies. You never really asked much of him, or your step-mom Kimberly for that matter, but he somehow found a way to make it seem like you did.

Once you guys made your way back to shore, you pulled out your phone to call your dad while everyone unloaded the boat. Sending JJ a look, you stepped aside to be away from the noise for a few minutes.

“Hello?”

You took a deep breath. “Hey, Dad! Um, are you busy?”

You could hear him sigh. “Not at the moment, but I don’t have much free time. What do you want?”

“I was just wondering if I could have a few friends over to hang out, maybe spend the night? I was going to order pizza, and pay for it of course, but I just wanted to see if-”

“Goddamn it! I thought Rick handed this in. Y/N, look, I have to go. You know the rules, nobody at the house. Your ass better get home now or you’re grounded, do you hear me? And Kim said you didn’t even do your chores so you’re already on thin ice.”

Tears filled your eyes as you nodded. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

“Stupid bitch. Leaves her worthless daughter to come to me and become my problem. How the hell is that fair-”

You hung up, not wanting to hear another word he was saying into the phone. You turned around to see John B and JJ waiting for you to finish up. You quickly wiped the evidence of tears off your face before walking towards them.

“Everything okay?” John B asked as he recognized your upset expression.

You forced yourself to smile as you shook your head, shoving your phone into your pocket. “My dad needs me home. Something about people visiting. I’m so sorry, JB. I tried to reason with him but he’s just-”

“You’re good, Y/N.” John B stood up to give you a hug, rubbing your back as he did so. “Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

“You were supposed to spend the day with us though!” JJ interrupted as he stood up. He was clearly upset about your departure and for some reason, he wanted to make sure you knew. “This is bullshit, Y/N! You’re seriously leaving early on his birthday.”

You shook your head, not needing JJ’s criticism at the moment either. Thankfully, John B came to your rescue. “Bro, leave it alone. There will be a million and one opportunities for us to watch movies together. It’s no big deal”

“It’s your birthday, man,” JJ continued to argue. “We promised we’d spend the day with you.”

You stepped back slowly, inching towards your car that was parked next to Kiara’s. “I’m sorry,” You mumbled as you watched your boyfriend try to reason. “I wish I could.” Without another word, you ran to the driver’s seat and climbed in. As the car came to life, you spared a glance out the window to see JJ glaring at you before driving away towards the place you barely considered home.

Kimberly had taken care of you herself once you arrived. It started with screaming about how you didn’t tell her you were leaving this morning, which you definitely did, she just didn’t listen. Then, it was pulling at your hair, followed by scratching the hell out of your arms and even your face with her razor sharp nails. It ended with her shoving you on the floor of the kitchen, telling you to clean the house until it was spotless or you’d regret it later.

You regretted not running away is what you told yourself as you showered later that night. Your knees were bruises from all of the cleaning and you swore Kimberly drew blood in multiple places with her devilish hands. It all ended with a lovely punch to the ribs from your dad once he found out that you didn’t clear your day’s events with them. Needless to say, you should’ve stayed at John B’s and never come home.

Crawling into bed, you let out a drained sigh at the feeling of your soft sheets and pillows. Nothing had ever felt more relaxing. You stayed there for a moment, just embracing the sound of silence that you had never found to be so peaceful. A second later, the silence was gone as someone knocked on the balcony doors.

With a quiet whimper, you pulled yourself out of bed to open your curtains to reveal JJ standing outside. You put a finger to your lips before opening the door slightly to let him in.

“What are you doing here?” You asked once you closed the door and turned to face him. Luckily, there was limited light meaning JJ wouldn’t see the true extent of what was going on behind your hair-covered face and long sleeves.

He shook his head as he kicked his shoes off and tossed his hat aside before flopping on your bed. “I wanted to see you. We didn’t get to spend much time together today.”

You frowned and moved to sit next to him. “I know. I’m sorry, Dad was just being really uptight about everything and-”

“Baby, it’s okay,” He said as he rolled on his side to face you. “Look, let’s not talk about it. I just wanna spend some time with you.”

You shuffled down to lay in his open arms, enjoying the smell of his cologne mixed with the weed he no doubt shared with Kiara at John B’s. You were grateful that JJ could sometimes see through the lines, even though he could be difficult at other moments.

“Missed you,” He hummed as he kissed your forehead, his lips moving down to press against your neck as he shifted to hover over you. Your hand lifted his chin up to meet your own as you locked your lips with his, moaning at the taste of his watermelon chapstick. You loved the little things about JJ, the things he probably wouldn’t even notice himself. Like the freckles on his face, or the dip of his collarbones in a white t-shirt.

JJ’s hands moved to your waist as his thumb rubbed a circle against your hip bone. The second his fingers wandered under your shirt however, it was game over. You gasped and pulled away, instantly sitting up as you shied from his touch.

“Y/N-”

“Sorry!” You interrupted as you put your head in your hands. “I just… I’m not in the mood, JJ.”

Completely flustered, JJ got off your bed to stand. “Not in the mood?” He repeated, “Y/N, what the hell is going on?”

“Keep your voice down,” You whispered as you feared your parents would hear.

“No!” JJ ignored your pleas. “You’ve been acting so weird lately, and now I think I know why. First, it was the other week when Kie dumped beer on me and you pulled away, then today leaving before movies, and now you’re not in the mood?” He mocked you as he waved his arms around angrily. “You’re cheating on me.”

“What?” You gasped as you got to your feet. “JJ, no. I swear that’s not what’s happening, I just-”

He cut you off, holding up his hand in front of you. “I don’t want to hear it. Until you tell me the truth, this, us. We’re done.”

You froze in your spot as he collected his stuff before walking out onto the balcony, slamming the door loudly behind him. You winced at the noise, praying it didn’t echo through the house. Your luck had run out, however, and the sound of stomping feet soon followed before your door was thrown open.

“What the hell was that?” Your dad shouted as he observed the room, noticing you were standing next to your bed silently. “Answer me!”

You shook your head as you pointed to the balcony. “I left the door open and the wind blew it shut!”

Your dad seemed to consider your answer for a moment before his eyes dropped to the floor. He took a few steps forward and bent down before standing up with a white necklace in his hand. You bit your tongue, instantly realizing it as the one JJ always wore.

“What’s this?” He asked as he turned to face you.

“It’s mine,” You answered quickly, “I made it.”

Your dad seemed to grow angry. “This isn’t your necklace. Was there somebody in here?’

“Dad, no, I didn’t-” You don’t even know why you bothered, he wouldn’t believe you anyway and instead of arguing, you just let him win.

If JJ had stayed on the balcony thirty seconds longer, he would’ve heard you cry. He would’ve heard the scream you let out from the pain your father inflicted on you, but he was gone. And instead, you were left to cry on your floor as you clutched the shark tooth necklace in your hand, wondering if you’d ever see him again.

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The third time, JJ got answers.

You continued your life on but this time, it was without the Pogues. You hadn’t spoken or seen JJ, not that you really could considering you were grounded for lying. On top of that, you doubted he wanted to see you. He thought you were cheating on him, anyway. Why would he want to see you?

You left the rest of the group alone too, figuring they’d take JJ’s side over yours anyday. They had known him for so long, much longer than you, so you didn’t want to make them feel like they had to choose. You didn’t want to ruin their friendship because you failed at providing JJ the reassurance he needed.

The surprise came in the form of a text message. John B had asked you if you wanted to come get the stuff you left at his house, not knowing if you’d come back again. Although it was a sting to your already bruised heart, you knew this would be the final goodbye. Pulling yourself together, you waited until your dad and Kimberly were at work before sneaking out.

You twisted the shark tooth between your fingers as you drove silently, letting your mind wander until you pulled up to John B’s house. Thankfully, Kiara’s car was nowhere in sight, same with JJ’s bike, and you were hopefully it was only John B in the house.

“Hey,” You mumbled as you walked onto the porch. John B was laid out across the couch with an arm over his eyes as he waited for you to show up. When he looked at you, he swore it was a different person. Ever since you lost contact with JJ, you had taken it out on yourself. You looked so small, so weak compared to the last time he had seen you. He could only hope this plan would work.

“Your stuff’s inside,” He said after a moment while standing up. He watched you for a moment as if you would shatter into a thousand pieces in front of his eyes. “Come on.”

You followed him through the door to stand by the couch as he went in the back room to grab your stuff. A moment later, he reemerged with the pile in his hand. He stopped in front of you as you reached out to take the stuff from him. “Y/N, I’m really sorry for this.”

“Sorry for what? Ow!” You were tackled onto the couch as someone jumped onto you, pinning your arms above your head. Opening your eyes, you saw JJ hovering over you, his legs keeping yours down as he held you in place. “JJ, what the fuck?”

“What are you hiding?” He mumbled as he hand left your wrist to pull your shirt over your head. You screamed at the sudden motion, already feeling your body ache with the sharp movements as you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

“JJ, stop! You’re hurting her!” Kiara interjected as she attempted to pull him away. It was too late. JJ let go anyway, but he already found his answer. Your entire stomach was covered in bruises, not to mention the scrapes on your arms and bruised knees. He was in shock.

You pulled away from him, sitting up as you curled into a ball. You had wanted to tell JJ back when everything first started, but you feared you would get taken from your friends. That was the worst thing in your mind. You couldn’t lose JJ, or even Kiara, Pope, and John B to get away from your dad. They were the only people who you held close, who you could relate to and be honest with.

“Y/N…. what the hell?” JJ sat back on the couch in shock. Kiara placed a hand on his shoulder to give any form of comfort. Honestly, none of them expected this to be going on behind the scenes.

John B stepped forward and crouched down next to you, being careful as he placed his hand on your arm. “Y/N, can you tell us what happened?”

You shook your head as you tried to catch your breath. “My.. my dad and Kimberly aren’t the easiest people to be around. At first, it was fine. We were good and everything was good, but then they started getting mean and-and violent and I didn’t know what to do, okay! I just try to avoid them and please them and-”

John B pulled you into his chest, holding you in an attempt to calm you down. JJ was still trying to wrap his head around everything going on. He was no stranger to violent parents, but you had hid it so well he was shocked that he never knew. Sure, he had his suspicions, and he was worried, but he never would’ve thought it was this bad.

“Fuck. Y/N/N,” JJ mumbled as he reached forward to grab you from his friend and hold you in his arms. He never wanted this life for you. You didn’t deserve the pain of losing a parent just for another to not want you around. That wasn’t fair, this wasn’t fair.

“I”m sorry,” You whispered as you held onto his t-shirt tightly. “I didn’t mean to make you mad or-or lie. I don’t want anyone to find out and then I’ll lose you guys and it’s… I can’t do that, J.”

“You’re not gonna lose us, baby,” He responded as he kissed your forehead, his eyes narrowing on the necklace of his that you were wearing. He knew he had a million apologies to give, especially with your argument the other night, but for now, he just wanted to hold you and keep you safe. “I’m not gonna let that happen.”

There were a lot of things that you didn’t know, but as your friends surrounded you with their hugs and just stayed there with you silently, you started to learn. You learned that people don’t always judge on your decisions, that they’ll support you no matter what you’re going through or where you come from. But the most important thing was that you had found your family in the Pogues. That you knew for certain.

[fallenangelspnfanfic]

Wayward Huntress

Chapter 4

Summary: Dean, Sam and you are on the road towards Sioux Falls. We learn more about your relationship with the boys.

WARNINGS: Language, fluff (?)

Pairings : Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader 

It has been a week now since you've finally settled in the Men of Letters' bunker. You got to know the brothers well. Everynight between intensive reseach sessions,  you had to beg them to tell you about their wildest hunts.The Winchesters were like legends in your world. Every evening in the library, while enjoying a couple beers, Sam and Dean would tell you their craziest adventures. From Bobby to Charlie, they told you about everyone who crossed their path. And more recently, they explained you what were the Men of Letters, what they did and what they were planning to do. You knew so because a day after you came back, Mary left the bunker to join a guy named Ketch in Texas and obviously both brothers did not like it at all. After an hour of bothering Dean as he worked on the Impala, he finally gave up and told you everything he knew. Even told you that Sam trusted them more than him, and that if anything would ever happen to their mother he would personally kill Ketch with his bare hands. Classy dude, really. 

For as it is now, everything was going fine. The sassy angel wasn't in your paws, since he was not there at all. They told you he went looking for angels who could held information about humans who could possess an aura like yours. But deep down, you knew Castiel was trying to avoid you as much as possible. Waiting for information wasn't a problem for you though, the hunts with the brothers were really more thrilling than when you used to hunt alone. 

EVERYONE WATCHIIIN' 

TO SEE WHAT YOU WOULD DOOOOO

EVERYONE LOOKIIIIN' AT YOUUU, OHHHH

Both Dean and you were singing at the top of your lungs as you drove towards Sioux Falls to lend a hand to one of their friends who had trouble dealing with a pack of werewolves. What was really amazing about your relationship with the elder Winchester was that, your crazy matched with his crazy, big time. You both enjoyed the same type of music, same type of food and even the same brand of alcohol. He truly was the big brother you never had. 

EVERYBODY'S WORKIN' FOR THE WEEKEEEND

EVERYBODY WANTS A LITTLE ROMANCE

EVERYVODY'S GOIN OFF THE DEEP END, 

EVERYBODY NEEDS A SECOND CHANCE, OHHHHH 

You heard the sound of the leather twisting as Sam enormous body shifted in his seat. He was losing his patience. His brother and you wouldn't stop singing old rock classics whenever you had to make a roadtrip. Per usual, Sam had his laptop opened on his lap, trying to gather as much info and leads about the hunt you were on. You liked Sam a lot too, it just wasn't like with Dean, his seriousness would always prevent you from messing with him. You slipped into the backseat of the Impala to the front passenger side. You put your arms around the seat as you hugged Sam and put your head forward to talk to him. 

-Don't be like that Sammy, enjoy the free concert! you laughed. 

As he gazed at you, he tried his best to take a severe expression, but without any success. Your warm smile and your good mood were contagious and the brothers both needed a good vibe these days. 

-Get back in your seat before getting pojected outside by the windshield. He said with a laugh, his hazel eyes locked on yours.  

-Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a twist Samantha. you exclaimed as you sat back in your seat. 

Dean stood still for a couple seconds, jaw wide opened, round eyes, totally astonished by what you just said to his brother. He side eyed his brother to watch his reaction. Sam had his eyes closed, inhaling a good breath of air, obviously maddening over the fact you called him Samantha... you too.

-What? You don't like your nickname? Dean told me it would really piss you off. 

Sam suddendly opened his eyes and stared at his brother with an accusing look. His brother responded with a shrug, as if he didn't know where you got that from. What happened next really surprised the both of you. 

-That's it. Sam mumbled.

Sam unfastened his seatbelt and unexpectedly jumped into the backseat of the car, pushing you down on your back with his strong arms. He then grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head to prevent you from struggling and he started to tickle you endlessly with his free hand. You couldn't stop wagging in his arms as his fingers lightly touched every sensible spots. You were begging him to stop as you laughed, he really caught you off guard. 

-Say you won't use that nickname ever again and I'll stop. He managed to say as you wrestled under him trying to free yourself from his grip. 

-Bahahahahaaaa- I- hahahaha stop it! You had trouble talking because of the spasmodic movements your body was making from all the tickles. 

-Guys c'mon! What are you? 12? Dean sharply shouted obviously getting tired of getting hit in the back of his seat. 

-Say you won't ever call me Samantha again Y/N. Sam continued while laughing, ignoring his brother.

-I swe-bahahaha okay okay I SWEAAAR! you finally exclaimed between waves of laughters. 

Sam finally stopped fidgeting his fingers against your skin, still straddeling your thighs. You were both panting from the laughters as you laid there, still caught between his arms. As you finally regained control of your breath, you caught him staring at you with a keen look, his hazel eyes filled with fascination. You looked back into his piercing eyes, all                of your senses now awakening, feeling his hot-flaming body hovering against yours. You stood there for what seems like an eternity, neither of you broke the eye contact and the rousing tension made you feel light-headed. An intense desire started pulsating between your thighs while Sam stared hungrily at you as if he wanted to devour you. As you were about to lock one of your leg around one of his to silently allow him to get closer when the car took a sharp turn and made Sam rolled off you, hitting his head against the driver' seat. 

-Dean! What the Hell?  Sam growled at his brother while rubbing his head. 

-That's what you get kids when you don't listen to the elder! Dean exclaimed laughing from the two of you. 

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-Alright, I'll go to the police station first thing in the morning to gather more information from Jodie. Sam declared while he pulled a chair from the miniature dining table of the motel room. 

Dean threw you the keys of the adjacent room, winking at you. You don't know how, but you managed to catch them despite the fact that you just woke up. The backseat of the Impala was like a second bedroom for you since you started hunting with them. You stared back between the keys in your hand and Dean, an incredule look stuck in your face. 

-What? I get to have my own room?  you asked Dean excited from not having to share a bathroom with these two. 

-Yep, a woman deserves some privacy one day or another. 

You stood there, dumbfounded from Dean's statement. Even Sam craned his neck from where he was sitting to look at his brother trying to see if he was really being serious. 

-Aight, you better scram before I take back those keys sweetheart.

Without saying anything more, you hastened to pick up your duffelbag from the floor and quickly left the room excitedly. Dean scoffed from your reaction as he bent to get a beer from the grocery bag you forgot on the floor. As he turned around, Sam stared at him puzzling. 

-You know I could've take the couch right? 

-Yeah... See Sammy, we gotta chat. 

-Huh okay... What's up? Sam asked his brother, frowning. 

Dean uncapped his beer and took a sip before he went to sit on the bed closest to Sam. He looked silently at his beer while searching for the right way to start the conversation.

-Alright so what's the deal? he finally spoke up.

Sam who still didn't get where Dean was getting into lifted his eyebrows.

-What deal?

-Y'know... back in the car.. with Y/N.

Sam gulped as he finally understood what his brother meant. He tried to escape Dean's accusing look by suddenly getting up to get himself a beer as well. Without looking back at him he scoffed and retorted:

-What? You're the only one who can act like a child now and then?

-C'mon man, you know what I meant. Dean exclaimed exasperated. Plus, ya know... The girl isn't an eyesore it wouldn't be really surprising if you wanted to-

-Alright, yes. Sam cut Dean off. Y/N's attractive, smart, funny and she's a great hunter. And, yes maybe, I may have some kind of feelings for her. But that doesn't change the fact that we're curse magnets Dean. You know how many monsters want us dead? I won't put her more in danger than she already is.

-Mhm... But lemme ask you this: If we were retiring, no more hunts, no more dead bodies, no more crap. Would you give it a try with her?

The younger Winchester sighed as he sat down next to Dean on the bed. Sam gave a look at Dean, a wordless vocabulary that only the brothers could decipher. They both sat there quietly while finishing their beer and contempling their sad fate.

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AU list 10xiv Mikorei

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xiv)  Youpissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detentionand jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and waityou’re cuter up close and the way you talk is kind of nice actually oh fuck no. HI SHINY HERE I AM YEARS LATER FINALLY GIVING YOU THIS. BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT CAUSE I HAD A LOT OF FUN <3 Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for betaing!! <3

Title: SpeechlessRating: TWC: 2,572Pairing:  MikoreiMikorei Week Day 6: Free DayAo3Summary: For once, Suoh finds a way to get Munakata to shut up.Tap-tap. Tap-tap. Tap-tap. The sound of his fingers rolling against the desk were grating on Munakata’s nerves. Of course, it didn’t help that his mood was already quite sour to begin with. First of all, he didn’t get detention, so this was unheard of, completely unheard of. And second of all, he had been a victim in this particular case! And yet, somehow he was also getting punished.

He should’ve expected nothing less. Not when it involved Suoh Mikoto.

“Could you please stop?” Munakata hummed, his voice filled with disdain, a hint of spite in his tone as he asked Suoh the very simple request.

“Ah?” came his monosyllabic response.

“You know exactly what I’m asking,” Munakata scoffed.

“Mmm…” Suoh grunted. Leaning back in his chair, he slowly slouched down, his neck leaning against the back of the chair. He puffed out a large breath of air, his bangs swooping upwards, only to flop back down against his forehead.

The red-haired boy was a complete nuisance-always ruining Munakata’s time, or landing him in detention for the first time as he had done today.

Weismann, their history teacher, had given them both detention after the incident in question. He claimed this was the best way for them to try and get along. Munakata however, politely disagreed. As there was absolutely no way he could imagine himself ‘getting along’ with someone as deplorable as Suoh Mikoto.

For as long as he had been at Shizume Academy, Munakata had been a model student. Perfect grades, student body president, and president of the puzzles and chess club (they had added the 'puzzles’ part when Munakata had insisted upon doing so), Munakata was flawless.

Well, flawless minus one small fact; when it came to Suoh Mikoto, Munakata Reisi was undeniably at a loss.

The two had had problems since their first year when they had been in the same class. Munakata had, of course, been the top of the class, and Suoh Mikoto had been rather close to the bottom. At first, Munakata offered to tutor him, assuming Suoh could use some of his sagely advice, but instead of accepting Munakata’s generous offering of his genius, the interaction had gone somewhat unexpectedly.

“Suoh, I know you are struggling to keep your grades up. Seeing as I am the top student in our class, I thought I would offer my tutoring services to you.”

Suoh had looked up at him, peering through his red, messy bangs. “Hah?” he had grunted, keeping his chin rested upon his palm.

“I wish to offer you my tutoring services,” Munakata had repeated. “I thought this would be of great help to you, since you seem to be unable to excel in this class.”

“Don’t need it,” Suoh had grunted back.

It had been shocking to say the least, and Munakata couldn’t quite remember what he’d responded at the time.

It was then Munakata had begun to observe Suoh. The red-haired boy had one friend, Kusanagi Izumo, who seemed to be far more responsible than him. He, at the very least, didn’t fall asleep during class. There were also two middle schoolers who often crossed the street during lunch to come see him. Munakata didn’t know their names, but one of them constantly referred to Suoh as 'King’ and the other couldn’t stop yelling about how fantastic 'Mikoto-san’ was.

Quite frankly, Munakata didn’t care about Suoh in the slightest, but it was hard to comprehend where his popularity came from.

He supposed he could understand why people found the redhead attractive. Physically, he wasn’t hard on the eyes, his blase, uncaring attitude could be considered 'cool’, however Munakata found it infuriating. How could Suoh trudge through his life like he didn’t care about anything? And how could he possibly not have been kicked out of school yet?

Ever since, the two had been at odds, and somehow had ended up in the same class all three years of their high school lives. Munakata would constantly lecture Suoh in an attempt to get him to actually do his work, and Suoh would never listen, spending most of his time on the roof, or sleeping in class. Half the time, Munakata was convinced Suoh would do things just to bother him.

Their seats were unfortunately next to each other. Suoh would often spend his awake moments in class tapping his pencil on his desk, or capping and uncapping his pens. Munakata was convinced there had been a few times Suoh had smirked at him before dozing off for the majority of the afternoon.

By the end of their second year of high school, Munakata had all but given up. Still, it didn’t stop him from engaging in small quips with the red-haired boy.

And it was one of said back and forth arguments that had landed Munakata where he was now; detention.

At first, Suoh had been sleeping. Munakata hadn’t even needed to look behind him to tell. Suoh’s breathing had been heavy, slightly sporadic-Munakata was quite familiar with the sound after three years. How one person could sleep as much as Suoh Mikoto did was beyond him. There had to be something wrong with him, if he needed to sleep as much as he did.

But now Suoh was awake, and ready to continue being obnoxious. Behind him, he could hear Suoh’s tapping growing louder and more frequent.

There would be no end to Munakata’s suffering it seemed.

“Suoh,” Munakata grunted, turning his head around. His blue locks flipped with the fast movement of his body. “I believe the least you could do for me is stop with the infernal tapping. Since it is your fault this is my first time in detention.”

There was a soft chuckle, and Suoh moved up in his seat. “Ruining your perfect record? Kinda nice to not be so damn good all the time right?”

Munakata was convinced that was the longest sentence Suoh had actually ever spoken to him. Frowning, he pressed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he took a deep breath. “No,” he shook his head. “It is not nice. I do not wish to be trapped in a classroom as a punishment for something I did not do.”

“Hey, it’s not like I wanna be here with your obnoxious ass anyway,” Suoh yawned, stretching his hands up.

Munakata turned back around, staring at the clock. Only 30 more minutes until he was free…

~~

It had been stupid, to say the least, but Suoh had lost his patience. It was such a rare thing to happen to him as well. Normally, Suoh was fairly relaxed. Or well, as relaxed as one could be when they were surrounded by the noise and excitement of high school.

But Munakata Reisi…that guy…that guy really pissed him off. He thought he was so damn perfect at everything, and really Suoh had to admit, Munakata kinda was. He was incredibly smart, very athletic, and shockingly pretty…far too pretty for a man. Suoh had caught himself staring from time to time. Munakata’s hair was always perfectly straight, framing his thin face. His smile, his genuine smile, (not the frustrated fake one Suoh often witnessed) was beautiful, so much so, that his face practically sparkled.

But holy shit, whenever he opened his fucking mouth, Suoh contemplated punching him. All that beauty was ruined as Suoh would have to sit for what seemed like hours, listening to the other lecture and lecture about how important school was.

All those lectures did was make Suoh hate the guy even more. It didn’t matter how beautiful he was, the second he opened his mouth, all attractiveness was gone.

At first, Suoh hadn’t gave two shits about the guy, but when he kept bugging him and coming over to his desk to either lecture or try and get him to study, Suoh had grown more and more frustrated with the asshole.

So, he started pissing him off on purpose-Sleeping a little bit more obvious in class, tapping his pencil against the desk, tapping his feet against the floor. It was the little things that really seemed to set Munakata off. Hell, it was kind of cute. He’d see Munakata’s eyebrow twitch, then he’d press his glasses up on his face, attempting to ignore Suoh. But the redhead knew he was getting to the other.

And that brought him all the joy he needed.

“I think he’s just trying to help, King,” Totsuka had said one day after school. As per usual, he spent his afternoon relaxing with Totsuka, Kusanagi and Yata.

“That is definitely what he’s doing,” Kusanagi said. “But some people don’t care about school.”

“Nope,” Suoh shrugged. “Plus he’s gotta be a know-it-all about everything. I can’t stand looking at his shitty face.”

But of course, that wasn’t the case at all. Actually Munakata’s face was probably the most bearable part of him.

It was all these things and more which had led to the incident. The book throwing incident. Really what Suoh should have done was punch him outside, but Munakata and his big mouth had made it absolutely impossible to resist some form of retaliation.

The teacher had called on Suoh in class, and as expected, he had been unable to answer the question. It was rare he got called on-most teachers knew he wouldn’t have the answer by now. But, oh how the stars had aligned for today.

Munakata had stood up, as though he’d been waiting all day to steal the question from Suoh. “The answer is 1856. And some people would probably know that if they ever took the time to study,” he smirked.

And before Suoh had realized it, the notebook had flown out of his hand, and smacked directly against Munakata’s face, knocking his glasses clean off. For a moment, Suoh was able to see his dark purple eyes more clear, they were really beautiful. Munakata’s scowl, was not as beautiful.

“…Heh.”

“Did…you just throw…your notebook at me, Suoh!?” Munakata had yelled, slamming his hand down on the desk.

“Both of you! Detention after class!” Weismann-sensei, a normally calm man, had snapped. “We will discuss this in full detail then!”

Munakata’s face had broken. His upper lip trembled, twitching in a mixture of horror, sadness, and anger. His purple eyes were wide, glancing first at Weismann incredulously, then back to Suoh angrily.

As promised, after school Weismann gave a stern lecture about their behavior towards each other. Awkward, unmeant apologies were exchanged between the two, but Suoh didn’t think it helped anything, especially with the way Munakata’s brow seemed to be stuck in a constant frown. Weismann had left then, leaving Munakata in charge. Though the ass was in detention, seemed the teacher trusted him enough not to break the rules, and to not let Suoh break them either.

So yeah, it had been pretty dumb, but wow had it been worth it to see the best look he’d ever seen on Munakata’s smug ass face. Though somehow, the ass had managed to still look beautiful. Suoh resented him for that a little bit.

Which is why he kept tapping his fingers on the desk.

“Suoh,” Munakata hissed for a third time.

“Hm?” he asked, folding his arms when Munakata turned around, as though he were completely innocent.

Standing up, Munakata walked briskly towards Suoh’s desk. He slammed his hand down.

“I apologized earlier, but I’ve never felt so frustrated with you in my whole life! I do not understand how you could possibly keep doing these things-acting as though you do not have a care in the world. When really all you’re doing is bothering those around you, and hurting yourself. What do you plan to do once you graduate from this school? I suppose it will be a miracle if you do graduate…”

Munakata kept babbling, his deep voice stilted and filled with frustration. Suoh hated how nice and smooth his voice was, and how stupid pretty he looked, even when he was going on and on…

Standing up, Suoh met Munakata at eye level and grabbed his cheeks, pulling their lips together in a soft kiss. It was short-lived, as Suoh pulled away quickly.

Ah, the second best face he’d ever seen on Munakata’s beautiful face. The blue-haired boy was staring at him, wide-eyed, his mouth open. He was…speechless, for once in his life.

Suoh leaned in again, pressing their lips together as he kissed him slowly. Munakata’s lips were gentle and smooth. He nibbled on his lower lip for a brief moment, enjoying how frozen Munakata was before pulling away with a smirk.

“You’re really uptight Munakata, y'know that?” Suoh whispered. Leaning down, he slung his jacket over his shoulder. “You should learn ways to loosen up.” He walked to the front of the classroom, pointing up at the clock. “That’s time. See ya.”

He waved his hand once, and walked out of the classroom, wondering if he would ever be able to kiss Munakata again.

~~

He’d kissed him. Suoh had kissed him. Suoh had been his first kiss. It had come out of the blue, though knowing Suoh he’d probably done it to annoy Munakata, or to get him to shut up. Either were viable answers.

Munakata touched his fingers to his lips, and his wide eyes slowly turned towards the door. Had that really just happened? Had Munakata Reisi really kissed Suoh Mikoto? And…did Munakata want to do it again?

Scrambling to grab his stuff, Munakata ran out of the door, chasing after Suoh. It wasn’t hard to catch him, since he walked so damn slow down the hallway.

“What…was that?!” he growled, walking next to him. Suoh didn’t stop walking, he kept dragging his feet slowly down the empty hallway.

“Hm?”

“You know exactly what I am referring to!” Munakata said.

“I kissed ya.”

“I know you did,” Munakata sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Why?”

“Cause you were pretty.”

The blue-haired boy blushed, stopping in his tracks.

“And you wouldn’t shut up,” Suoh said, stopping to turn and look at him.

Munakata frowned and folded his arms. “Well-”

“Did ya’ like it?” Suoh asked, walking towards him, and Munakata immediately took a step back.

“What?” he blinked.

“Did ya’ like it? I mean you came running out here after me,” he snorted.

Frowning, Munakata pursed his lips. He…had liked it admittedly. Suoh’s lips were dry, but they had felt interesting against his. They’d made his stomach flip flop and his heart pound faster than Munakata could remember his heart ever pounding.

What he really hated though, was Suoh having the upper hand. Clenching his hand around the front of Suoh’s shirt, he yanked him forward, kissing Suoh again, pressing their lips together hard. He took a large breath in through his nose before pulling away. His purple hues filled with a plethora of emotions–anger, frustration, lust…

“Guess ya’ did,” Suoh chuckled. “Hope we can do that again.”

Brushing past him, Munakata scoffed, walking once again. “Perhaps, if you can actually stay awake for a whole day of school.”

“…Deal…” Suoh grinned, following after him.

Perhaps Weismann’s plan to have them get along had worked after all. Maybe not in the way he had meant…but it had worked, though Munakata still found himself frustrated with Suoh. But just maybe, Suoh had awakened a whole new kind of frustration.