#It was a mistake to change my tag for them to something so disgustingly sweet

[almea]

[crescentsteel]

Just Friends - Part 7

plot: fubu set up with Kuroo , model fem reader warnings: sexual tension, slow burn word count: 7.2k 

A.N:

- Finally!! I'm so glad to finally release this. October was so hectic and I'm a very slow writer. - I'm so sorry for the mistakes on the previous chapters. No one beta reads for me. So I went back and edited Chapters 3-6. - So sorry for the word vomit on this chapter. I was out of control. - Thank you for all the nice comments!! I swear. They keep me fired up and inspired.  - As always, lmk if you want to be tagged in any of my works,

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“No! It’s not what you think!”

Kuroo almost laughs at how cliche you sounded, a typical response of someone who’s been caught red-handed. You’re about to chase Kenma, but he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“Maybe you should wear your shirt before you go after ‘im.” He tries to hide the mirth in his expression and tone. Your face is so red, you look like you’re about to burst. He also doesn’t want to add up more to the awkwardness you might feel later, so he’s gonna let this one slide. He’ll just pretend that the massage thing was as harmless as it should be. 

You put your shirt in a jumble and walk briskly to Kenma. He follows at his normal pace, settling behind you when he catches up to you and Kenma.

“Sorry about that,” you laugh nervously. “He was just giving me a back massage.”

It was kinda the truth, but Kenma looks dubious. 

“It sounded more than a massage.”

He covers his lips with his back hand so he wouldn’t laugh. Although his rascal self wants to tease you more, he can’t let you feel any more embarrassed than this. He looks at Kenma and shakes his head minutely with a knowing look, hinting not to push the subject any further. 

“Naah. Y/n here is just really stressed so she moans like she’s being fucked.” Okay, maybe he couldn’t completely let it slide after all. 

You irritatedly look at him and punch his arm with more force than usual. “Piss off,” you hiss. 

He dramatically rubs the arm you just hit. “Ow! So violent.”

Kenma ignores the antics and just passes by you two. He’s about to plop himself on the couch, but pauses. He instead gets a chair and seats himself there.

You couldn’t overlook that. Obviously, in Kenma’s mind, you and Kuroo were doing something indecent there so he doesn’t want to be in it. You want to clear it up to Kenma that you really weren’t doing anything of that sort. Well, you were about to pounce on Kuroo, but still, it didn’t actually happen. 

In a way, you’re relieved that Kenma interrupted at the right time. You might have done something you will harrowingly regret afterwards.

“Don’t sweat it, y.n. He just misinterpreted it.” Kuroo’s unusually magnanimous today. It’s strange. He wouldn’t have lived this down on a regular day. Maybe it's because of your no sex relationship? Still, this is aberrant of him. He shouldn’t fail to notice how that last  moan of yours was not of comfort. 

“Right?” He adds, his eyes gauging your own.

So that’s how it is. He is aware. But he’s giving you the option to disregard what just almost happened. You’re relieved, but also confused at the tiny shards of disappointment prickling in your chest. This is what you wanted, for you to avoid sex and Kuroo in the same room. It shouldn’t be confusing.

You look down and break away from the eye contact. You put a hand on your hip and the other on your temple, which then moves to brush your hair back.

With a long, audible puff, you speak.

“Of course, it was nothing,” you return to his gaze with a dry expression to camouflage the lie behind your words. But at the same time, you also wait for him to say something or for his eyes to show something other than indifference. You don’t know what it is you want or expect, but you wait for it. You’ll know it when you see it. 

It doesn’t come though as he shrugs it off like it was nothing. 

Disappointed, that’s what you are. You don’t like the feeling, but you are.

—

You ring your driver again, hoping that this time he’ll finally answer. If he doesn’t get to you any soon, you’ll be late for your shoot. You can’t be late for this shoot in particular. Mitsuki’s the creative director. She’s a very pleasant one, but she absolutely hates tardiness. No exceptions. She gets all sour and crank when someone’s late. 

The other end of the line picks up. “Ms l/n. I’m so sorry. One of the tires got flat. I need to change it, but I’m still stuck in traffic.”

Of all the days to get a flat tire on a heavy traffic, it had to be this day. You exhale heavily to clear the irritation getting under your skin. 

“How long before you’re here?”

“I think about an hour, Ms.”

You aren’t the type to get mad at hired help, but you’re really in a pinch. In an hour, you should be in hair and make up already, not arriving only then. Mitsuki gets enraged when someone’s 15 minutes late. To be late an hour, you can’t imagine how she’d be. There’s no way you’re going to wait here for an hour.

“Don’t come anymore. Just get it fixed.” You say coldly before you end the call. It wasn’t the driver’s fault. You wouldn’t bother getting a driver if your car hadn’t been acting up recently. Being dumb this morning, you forgot about your busted car and was late in this morning’s meeting with a client. You found yourself brisk walking in heels at the hotel’s lobby earlier just to save yourself from any more delayed minutes. And now, even your driver’s car is jacked up. 

“Y.n?”

You turn around at the recognizable calm voice you heard. It’s Kenma, except he wasn’t alone. Kuroo is right there beside him. It was kind of weird to see them together at this place and both in business wear. 

“What’re you two doing here?” 

“I’m working with Kenma here to sponsor our next promotional video.”

You just stared at the two of them. You’re used to the three of you just fooling around when you’re together. Meeting like this when you’re all in the middle of doing your jobs is something new to you. 

“And who might you be giving a hard time on the phone, hmm y.n.?”

They heard that? They must both be near while you were getting bummed out from being late this morning and potentially late this afternoon. 

“Ah! I need to go. My driver can’t make it. I’m going to be late,” you spiral back to your hectic schedule. “Bye.” You give them a quick wave, and despite your heels, you walk as fast as you could towards the entrance of the hotel. 

You try to hail cabs that were passing by, but almost every cab was occupied. And for some reason, someone always managed to get the empty cabs before you can even spot them. To worsen your luck, it began to rain. You frantically tap your left foot on the concrete as the panic sets in you.

Mitsuki’s gonna kill me.

You bite your lip and contemplate how you’re going to arrive in the venue on time. The answer you found made you turn back on your heels to go back inside the hotel, only to find them already there behind you. 

“You’re here,” you exhale, relieved that they haven’t gone anywhere out of your sight. “I’m in a bind. Can anyone give me a ride?” 

The two men exchanged pithy looks, but you don’t bother figuring out what that could’ve meant. You just need the help you typically won’t ask for since you’re always doing things on your own.

“I can’t. I have a stream coming up. Sorry, y.n.” Kenma first spoke. You shift to Kuroo, hoping that he can give you the time of day. “Yea, sure. Am free for the rest of the day actually.” He says with a brief smile. 

“Oh, thank God!” The panic and nerves were clearing out of your system. Despite the awkwardness of your previous massage fiasco, right now, you’re glad that he can help. 

“Bye, then.” Kenma quickly took his leave as the hotel valet stepped out from his car and handed him his keys. 

“Should we go now?” Kuroo asked. “Aren’t we waiting for your car?” “No. I don’t want strangers handling my car.” “Then why did you go here?”

Amusement shows on his face at your question. “I saw your cute attempt to hail a cab. Is that how rich kids do it? Let someone else steal their ride for them?” You smile sweetly, disgustingly sweet, then roll your eyes before saying, “Let’s just go.”

You told him the location of the shoot. The drive was comfortable as you both share work conversations with your usual banters on the side. Being friends with Kuroo is confusing and reassuring at the same time. With the history you two shared, you need to tread the waters of your friendship carefully every once in a while. If it wasn’t the sexual tension, it was the affection you felt towards him that would sometimes seem like resurfacing. Even with all that, you can’t bear to walk away from what you presently have. You feel like you really found genuine company with him and Kenma.

“We’re here. Let me just get an umbrella.” He looks back to the back seat and stretches his right arm to reach for it. The current angle of his face emphasized his sharp jaw and the length of his neck. You were just thinking how you need to tread carefully, but easier said than done when you know exactly how your fingers have grazed that jaw, how your tongue has tasted that neck, and much more. 

“What’s taking you so long? I might as well get drenched from the rain,” you snap because you can’t stand your own indecent thoughts. 

“Found it.” He says and returns to his normal sitting position. “Why the hell are you suddenly cranky? Geez.” You feel bad for being suddenly grouchy. He was just being nice and you were being nasty for reasons you can’t tell him. “Sorry. Just don’t want to be late,” you apologized.

He shrugs it off nonchalantly. “Hey. Where’s my umbrella?” You ask when you see him reaching for the door with only one umbrella in his hand. 

“We’re sharing this. I only have one.”

You purse your lips to the side and sharply avert your eyes elsewhere, your irritation resurfacing again. You feel uncomfortable with the idea of being that physically close to him. You’ve pushed the massage incident behind, but that doesn’t mean you’ve forgotten about it. 

“What is up with you? What are you so pissed about?”

“Nothing. Can we go now?”

He stares at you for a good 3 seconds before getting out and opening his umbrella. He moves to your side of the vehicle and opens the door. You get out and try to avoid any raindrops. He closes the door and presses his car keys to lock the vehicle. 

You both start to walk towards the entrance of the place. You’ve never felt more awkward in your life. You’re avoiding getting past the edge of the umbrella while also avoiding Kuroo’s body. 

“Why is your umbrella so small?” 

“The heck are you talkin about? This is the standard size.”

You don’t answer him. The umbrella isn’t small. He’s just huge and his whole body occupied almost all the space under the shade. You flinch when he suddenly grabs you by the shoulder and pulls you close, so close that you can feel the firmness of his body pressed onto yours. 

You raise your gaze to him with a raised eyebrow. 

“You’re gonna get wet if we don’t huddle closer.” You could accept his reason, if only you didn’t catch the miniscule curl of his lips and the skittish glint in his eyes. It was so typical of him really. Maybe you should stop being so worked up all the time. 

“Fine.” Even though he was messing you, you can’t deny that it’s much more comfortable. You’re safe from the rain and his body provided heat from the coldness of the downpour.

He doesn’t do or say anything more as you both get to the doorway of the bar where the shoot will be held. He puts down the umbrella when you reach the shade of the building. Before you’re able to get away from Kuroo’s hold, the door opens. Mitsuki was holding her phone to her ear when she met your eyes. 

“I was calling you and you weren’t — oh.” Her eyes flew to the hand on your shoulder and traveled to its owner. “Well, well, y/n. You leave for a good while, then come back loaded.” You can always count on Mitsku to not hold her tongue. You gently release yourself from Kuroo’s hold to avoid looking defensive. “It’s not like that,” was your thrift reply. 

“Kuroo, this is Mitsuki, my creative director for today, sometimes my friend too. Mitsuki, this is Kuroo.” 

Both of them exchange casual greetings for meeting the first time. 

“How come you mention our relationship, but not yours?” referring to you and Kuroo. You sigh. “He’s also a friend.” You turn to Kuroo and thank him for the ride and his time. 

“Is your driver picking you up?” he asked.

You seal your eyes shut at your own stupidity. Because you were panicking and irritated, you sent your driver home. You open them again and purse your lips in a straight line. “No. I’ll just take a cab.”

“With your cab-hailing skills in this rain? Good luck with that.” he snorts. “Haha. Real funny.” From the corner of your eyes, you see Mitsuki with an entertained grin on her face, obviously enjoying the exchange between you and Kuroo. 

“Call me when you’re done. I’ll come pick you up then.” You want to protest but it will just drag on. You don’t want Mitsuki seeing more of the dynamics of your relationship, so you thriftly say “Okay.”

“Kuroo-san, right?” Both of you shift your attention to Mitsuki. “Actually, we need a male model because the scheduled one today is a total wimp and cancelled last minute.” She shamelessly eyed Kuroo from head to toe. So that’s why she was about to call you. The shoot was cancelled. 

When she looks at you, you mouth the word “no” to let her know that she shouldn’t do what you think she’s about to do. The reaction you got was her smiling widening before speaking to Kuroo. “Do you have an agent? Can we talk over the phone right now to discuss?”

That’s when you step forward. “Uhhh. He’s not a model. He used to be a volleyball player, hence the height and build.” You say defensively. You nudge Kuroo with your elbow so that he’ll back you up, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s just there waiting for Mitsuki’s next words. 

“An athlete, I see.” She nods approvingly. “That’s perfect! I don’t have to talk to anyone. It’s completely up to you then.”

“Errr. I don’t really know anything about modeling. Sorry.”

Your relief was short-lived when she tugs you to her direction and grips both of your shoulders. “Then your friend here can guide you. She’ll be your co-model anyways.” 

He probably figured out by now why you were so apprehensive during the conversation just now. You don’t want him as your co-model. 

His grin just confirmed your thoughts. “I’ll go for it then.” His eyes sparkling with mischief made you surrender. You already admit defeat in your head even though the shoot is just about to start. 

You both get in hair and makeup. Being a woman, you take longer to finish. The clothes the stylists are arranging on you are taking while as well.  They let you wear a very long, elegant gold dress that fits your upper body like your second skin, but the material is flowy from your waist down. When you arrive at the set, he’s already there talking with Mitsuki while waiting for you. Mitsuki notices you first. “Alright! We’re good to go.”

When Kuroo faces you, you almost don’t recognize him. His usual emo bangs were gone. They brushed his hair up cleanly. The suit he was wearing earlier was replaced by gray slacks and white long sleeve polo that has two top buttons open. You have conflicted feelings towards the hair and make up staff that did the work. They did a remarkable job with his overall style. He does look like a model like this. But also, why the hell did they make him look this damn good? The regular Kuroo was bad enough for you.

“This feels weird. I feel like I have too many things on me.” You scowl at his remark. “Too many? Wanna try being a girl?” He’s about to retort but Mitsuki claps twice which calls both of your attention.

“So our client is a liquor brand and the theme is something like wild love at the bar. What I want is you two giving the impression of having a passionate first encounter while you’re out drinking. Give me something and we’ll work it out as we go on, mkay?” 

You knew you’d be working with a male model for this brand, but you didn’t expect that they’d go with something like this. You thought it was just going to be glamour shots to showcase the drink.

But what Mitsuki said, ‘Wild love at the bar’?? That is not something you’d want to be doing with him. It reminded you of the first night you met. 

“I’m all ears on what to do, y/n” His haughty smile doesn’t help the situation one bit. You take a deep breath. This is not the time to muck around. You’re the experienced one, so you’ll be taking the lead. “Swear to me that you’ll take this seriously.” You glare at him, no trails of humor apparent. The change in his demeanor surprised you. You forgot how intimidating he can get when he’s serious. You’re so used to him being an idiot all the time that it catches you off guard. But for today, you’re glad to have it.

You explain to him how the whole shoot will go. For the first shot, you ask a staff member for a chair and tell Kuroo to sit on it. “Get the glass with the liquor and look at the camera while holding it.” He did as you told, except he has this perplexed look on his face with a noticeable discomfort from the way his lips curled in a corner. 

“On second thought, maybe this is a bad idea,” he said after trying the first time. You want to agree with him, but the shoot is already happening. You just want to get over it already since you’re already there. “Nooo. Uh-uh.” Mitsuki’s tone took a sharp turn. She wasn’t happy with what Kuroo said. “Just imagine you’re in a bar, chilling with your favorite drink and you just snagged the hottest girl in the place.” 

“Hottest girl aka me,” you comment on her instruction. That seemed to work because he changed back to his normal self and looked at you with amusement. “Just like the night we met, huh?” He said it low enough for only you to hear, but you still glanced nervously to Mitsuki if she caught any of it.  

“That’s a nice expression, Kuroo! Keep looking at her like that.” You ease up since it looks like she didn’t hear it. You put your elbow on his shoulder and tilt your hips to give your waist an S curve while angling your body towards him at the same time. You lift your chin up a bit and look at the camera with parted lips.

“Yep. Looking good dear.” Mitsuki signals the photographer to start taking the shots. You both slightly alter your angles so the pose will have variations. Sometimes you look at Kuroo, smile flirtatiously at him, or look at the camera in a sultry way. Every time you two would look at each other, you’d ‘cheat’ and look at the bridge of his nose to give the illusion that you’re actually looking at his eye. 

While looking at the shots from a separate screen, she suddenly asks the photographer to stop. You both straighten your bodies while awaiting instructions.  “It looks nice,” she said before looking at your direction. “But it’s boring. There’s nothing wild about it.”  You space out for a bit because for the first time, you don’t know how to proceed. You’re used to fashion shoots and runway. You’ve never had an ad with this theme. “Y.n, dear, can you be a bit aggressive towards him?”

You raise your eyebrow from disbelief. “A-aggressive?”

Mitsuki nods. “Throw yourself at him, dominate him, take control. mkay?” You feel a bit pressured when she’s just looking at you two and waiting for you to start posing for the camera. You don’t have a solid idea in your head, but you just go for it. You try to prop yourself up on the bar counter, but your dress won’t allow you.

Kuroo notices your dilemma and gets up from his seat. “You could’ve asked for help, you know.” He positions himself in front of you and grabs your waist. His hands were strong yet gentle. With your palms still on the surface of the counter, he lifts you up while you put weight on your arms so you can usher yourself properly. You’ve been deliberately avoiding his gaze, but right now, your eyes are glued to his face. 

“Yes. Like that.” You both flick your gaze towards Mitsuki. “Do that.” She instructs the photographer to move the side so the angle of the shot captures you both without him blocking you completely. You realize the position you two have. “I agreed to this to make you uncomfortable, but I’m not gonna lie. I’m the one extremely uncomfortable right now.” Kuroo whispers with a hint of regret on his face. The camera flashes start going off but something clicked between the two of you that you two end up laughing. It’s probably the awkwardness and the nerves that’s been hanging on the air that something so shallow as Kuroo admitting his uneasiness, cracked you both up.

It was just a brief exchange of laughter but you feel relaxed. Even though Mistuki is pretty cool for a creative director, she’s still as serious as any professional. So when you see her smiling as you apologized for the delay, you’re a bit shocked.

“No worries dear. Let’s continue then.”

You feel more confident now. You’re you. The reason you became successful on an international level is because of your professionalism and ability to produce quality results.

From being seated on the counter, you’re a few centimeters taller than Kuroo. That completed the idea in your head. You took the glass drink and placed it on your right hand. “Put your hands on my hips,” you tell him then lightly lift his chin with your index finger, “and look at me like you worship me.” The command earned a raised eyebrow from him but you pay no heed to it.

You extend an arm over his right shoulder, the glass dangling on your fingertips. With your index finger on his chin, you look to the camera with provocative eyes. If anything looks wrong with Kuroo, you’ll just let Mitsuki handle it. After all, she’s the one who asked him to be a part of this. 

“Oh yea! That’s really good.” Compared to before, she looks pleased with the shots now. The pose was captured a few times before she speaks again. “Instead of using your finger, grab his hair to tilt his head back.” You comply immediately and tugs his locks downwards. You might’ve done it a bit rougher than you wanted because you heard a raspy grunt from his throat. You got distracted, so instead of looking at the camera, you look at him. 

You regret it. When you said he should look at you with worship, you didn’t think he’d do it this well. Because his hair is pushed completely all the way back, you see every aspect of his face. Nothing was blocking his eyes that were full of yearning and desire. He’s looking at you like you’re not just the hottest girl in the bar, but the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes one. 

“Pull him closer and look here y.n.” You do as you’re told, thankful that you needed to look somewhere else. “Damn. You two look so good right now.” She gently claps her hands while looking at the monitor.

“I’m already satisfied, but let’s just do one more for another option. Umm, Kuroo. You be the aggressor this time. Y/n, …. you know what to do.” She winks after.

Well, not really you don’t. She just wants you to do the thinking on what to do. You put the glass down and put both your hands on his shoulders. “Help me down?” You ask with an easygoing smile. You don’t want to ruin the momentum of the shoot, so you decide to be nice to him for now. 

 “You got it,” then his hand travels up your waist and guides you down back to the floor. You tell him to lean on the counter. He follows with no complaints. You get his arm and ushers him to wrap it on your waist. When he goes along with your silent instruction, you raise your leg to his side.   

“Tug my skirt up to my thighs.”

He doesn’t react and just squints at you.. “Huh?” Since he did not grasp what you meant, you take it to yourself to do it and slowly gather the material at the ends. Then, you yank it up to your thigh. “Get it?” He whistles as he gets the cloth from your hands. “Hey. Don’t do that. If you’re a real model, you’d be in trouble if I report that behavior.”

“But I’m not a real model, am I?” You glare at his provocation. You won’t be having any of his crap at your workplace. “Kuroo,” you say with a menacing glare and he immediately gets the threat behind it. “My bad, my bad. I’ll behave again, kay? Stop scowling now.” You relax your face and take a deep breath. “Moving on then.” You enclose your left arm on his neck while you plant your right on his chest. You don’t want to direct him any further than this. If this is unsatisfactory, Mitsuki will say something. 

Aaaand she does. “Kuroo-san. Aggressive please. Own her. You don’t want her to get away from you.” Upon hearing Mitsuki’s additional instructions, everything about him intensifies three folds. He pulls you even closer, causing your breath to hitch when his face is dangerously near yours all of a sudden. His sleeves don’t do anything to mask the firmness of his arms. And even with the velvet fabric, you can still the strength of his thighs as they’re pinned on yours. The heat of his hand ignited the skin of your thigh as he clutched the fabric and your flesh forcefully. And his eyes, they no longer worship you. They spoke of something similar, but not quite. 

He wants to devour you whole. 

It was too overwhelming for you, so you look away and close your eyes dramatically to make it seem like you’re being swept away in the moment. After one camera flash, “Okay dear, but I need you to look at him this time.”

The few seconds of breaking away from his fiery stare did you some good. You were able to collect yourself again, but not enough to truly look at him. You just focus your gaze right between his eyes as you did earlier.  

“Nooo. When I said look at him, I meant really look at him. Respond with your own passion. You’re looking a bit of a scared vegetable right now, honey.” You’ve never had feedback like that in forever. Maybe when you tried modeling the first few months, you received something similar to that. But never when you started doing it full time. 

You don’t want to, but you have to. You finally meet his gaze and tap into something inside yourself that you’ve been holding back. You let your desire for him deluge you, let it surge through your veins until you’re aching for him. You push yourself even closer to him, not allowing even air to pass between your bodies. 

“Yes! YES! You want him so much, but you shouldn’t.” 

It was just as she said. You want him so much, so much that it almost hurts. You part your lips slightly as you get lost in the moment.

“Oh my God.” Her words sounded distant. It was there. You can hear it, but what clouded your senses was your heart pounding hard against your chest, his hot breath mingling with yours, and the way his eyes are now devoted to your lips. Not long after, he angles his face so that your lips are almost touching. Just a tiptoe and a kiss will already take place. You clench your fingers on his shirt, holding yourself back from that one tiny push that will allow you to feel his lips on yours again. 

“Holy Shit! HOLY SHIT! That was it. That was the money shot.” Mitsuki’s shrill voice which was followed by her squeal broke the trance you were in. You know what she meant. The shoot is done. Yet, you still feel hot. The heated atmosphere around you two still hasn’t caved in. He let go of your thigh as you put some space away from him. You settle your hands on his shoulders while you rest your forehead on his chest. He doesn’t move either. His hand remains on your waist, but without the force this time. With his other hand, he caringly skims the curve of your shoulder. 

“You okay, kitten?”

His voice is so gentle, you nearly convince yourself that it sounded loving. You nod weakly before heading back to the dressing room without saying anything. 

Kuroo’s gaze followed your back as you disappeared. He was amazed but also bothered at what just happened. You looked really into it, like you really wanted him. If the shoot didn’t finish any sooner, he might have closed that tiny gap that separated your lips from his. He’s been aching for you for so long that his control is slipping inch by inch every time there’s an opportunity to cross that line of friendship you set. When he saw you let go and completely relent within his hold, it was maddening at how he couldn’t have you at the moment. What’s worse is that even without the glamorous set, he knows you’re still not his to have. 

He walks towards the room where his clothes were hung and changes back to his usual suit. He asked the make up staff to remove everything on his face. He doesn’t like the feeling of having a layer of cosmetics on his skin. The hair they couldn’t do anything about because they used a lot of product to fix it up. 

When he gets out of the room, Mitsuki approaches him with a satisfied look on her face

“You did so well for someone with no experience at all. Do you have a card? I can hook you up for other gigs. You’ll do great.”

He smiles graciously at her generous offer, but he doesn’t want it. “Sorry, but I’m not really interested. I only did it cause it was her.” He said truthfully. Mitsuki’s mouth curled in amusement. “You know, y.n’s really good to work with. She always had this cool facade that never went down, and it works for her. We love her for it. But today,” she pauses as she gives him a meaningful look. “I’ve never seen her show such vulnerability and rawness. It was,” she sighs with admiration for you.

“Beautiful, wasn’t it?” He knows exactly what she’s saying. After all, he has seen several times how captivating your authenticity can be. 

“Soo, are you two dating or what?” Her eyebrows twitch up and down from anticipation at what he’s about to answer. He badly wants to say yes, but he doesn’t have that luxury. “Naaah. Like she said, I’m just a friend.”

She’s obviously dissatisfied with his response. He is too, but that’s the lousy truth. Out of the blue, she takes her phone out. “Too bad though. You two looked really good here.” She showed him the photo and it was you and him earlier. You were seated in the counter with your arms on his shoulders and his hands on your waist. It was when you were both laughing at his stupid statement.

“Can you send me that photo?”

“Why should I?”

He’s well aware of what she’s trying to do. It’s a business transaction, except for the lack of formality. She wants to get something in return, and he knows exactly what it is. 

“You’re good.” He admits with an impressed glint in his eyes.

“I am. So what’ll it be?” He knows that she knows she has the upperhand of the negotiation. She could probably tell that there’s something going on with the two of you. It’s just a matter of deciding which information to give her. But he didn’t have the fortune of having too many options. He didn’t want to reveal the nature of your relationship before. He wasn’t sure of your feelings for him. He can only speak for himself. 

“Fine. I sorta like her.” 

Her eyes brighten up. “Aha! I knew it. You should totally ask her out, kay? You’re gonna have tall and beautiful babies.” She put one hand on her cheek and closed her eyes while screeching at her own daydream of you and him getting together. When she calms down, she sends you the image file. “For real though. I’ve never seen her like that,” she points to your dazzling face in laughter in the photo. 

“Hey. What’re you two talking about?” You’re back to your normal clothes, but your hair and makeup was still there. 

“Nothing. Let’s go now?” He spoke immediately before your nosy director could say something. He walks to your direction before heading out together. “Bye! Update me, Kuroo-san!” Mitsuki said as she waved goodbye. You couldn’t help but be curious on what he should update her about. 

The rain stopped so no more umbrella horseplay. When you both get inside his car, you immediately ask him, “What was that about?”

“Uhh. She asked if I wanted to do other modeling projects.”

“Do you?”

He didn’t hesitate before answering, “No. That sort of stuff is not for me. I only did it to piss you off.” He starts the engine, then pivots his body to face you. “I must say though. I enjoyed seeing you eyefuck me.” Just when you are getting used to the peaceful, non-smug Kuroo, his true personality kicks right back in. Good thing you took your time getting changed and basically just calmed yourself down. 

“Glad you did. That’s the most you can get from me after all.”

His smile turned upside down at your remark. “Tch.” Your lips tug upwards at the side from his lack of retaliation. 

“I haven’t told you yet, but it wasn’t my first modeling experience.” 

You’re a bit surprised. Even though he has the appearance of a model, you didn’t think he’d do it. You agree with what he said just a while ago. It wasn’t for him. He’s best at his job right now. 

He gets his phone and scrolls up. He must be looking for a photo to show you as proof. When you see his screen, your heart swells. It was you and him a year ago. The neckline of your shirt was pulled to your shoulder for a makeshift off-shoulder while he knotted his t-shirt to form a crop top. You two wore large smiles while posing silly in front of the cam. It was right after when you told him that you’re a model.

“I- you... umm. You kept these?” You swipe the screen and see every single photo you took that day. Not one was deleted. You remember the laughter and absurd joy behind each frame. 

“Yea. Why wouldn’t I?”

One more swipe and there’s no other photo after yours. That’s when you notice that the photos are in the Favorites album. You felt like you were about to tear up. You’ve never felt so cherished in your whole life. Even though you left without saying a proper goodbye and no indication of going back, he still kept them. You tried so hard to forget about him, yet there he was, keeping these small tokens of what you had - proof that you really had been a part of his life.You felt something inside you crumble piece by piece. You should be scared, but at the moment, you don’t feel any fear. Instead, you were enraptured. 

You can feel your cheeks hurting from how wide your grin is. You don’t bother hiding it from him. 

“Can you send these to me?” You turn to him with the smile still plastered on your face, but he frowns at your question. 

“Those photos came from you.” 

You look back at his phone, your big smile reduced into a faint one that’s traced with melancholy. “I deleted them when I went to the US.” If he asks why, you wouldn’t know how to answer. Fortunately, he doesn’t. He gets his phone back from your hand and fiddles with it a bit. A few seconds later, you hear a notification from your own phone. When you open it, all the photos are sent to you. 

He looks at you warmly, his face devoid of anything but heartfelt fondness. “There. Like you never got rid of them.”

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You lie on your bed with bottomless thoughts that night. Kuroo’s words weighed more than they should in your head as you stare at the photos. 

You deleted them to completely erase any trace of his existence in your life. Now they’re back in your phone with not a single photo missing from the stack. Ironically, it’s also you who asked for them back. Yet, you don’t mind. You came to accept that those memories existed. They happened. There’s no use trying to forget they did when he’s already back in your life anyways.

Looking at you and Kuroo in the images, you can’t avoid thinking how simple those times were. You were just two cool people who had sex for fun. You had no clue things would happen as they did - falling for him, leaving, and for some reason - destiny or whatever, meeting him again. The past you tried to leave behind crept up to you and there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

You thought you’ve moved on. You’ve thoroughly convinced yourself that you’ve disposed of all unnecessary emotions that involved Kuroo. You thought that whatever it is that you felt when you met him again was just remnants of yesterday. You were so wrong. That‘s just what you tried to tell yourself, repeating the idea over and over in your head until you believed it. 

But it never really happened. You haven’t forgotten about him. When you went on dates in the U.S., you’d remember him. So you stopped trying to see anyone and attributed that to being scared of getting hurt again. Hence, you shut yourself out to anyone until you no longer found dating to be interesting. You told yourself getting in a relationship would just get in the way of your career. 

That wasn’t true. 

The truth is just as he said. Your feelings for him are still there, you never did get rid of them. The question now is how to proceed from here.

You jerk when your phone rings right at your hand. 

‘Kuroo’

You don’t want to answer it. You basically just admitted to yourself that you’re still in love with him. Hearing his voice right now would be dangerous for your fragile heart.

But it might be something important. He doesn’t usually call.

You press the answer button. You were about to say hello, but your heart was beating so fast that you were unable to get any word out.

“Hello?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat so you could speak. “Yeah?”

“Is something wrong? You sound a bit off?” How he could tell even through a phone call is unbelievable. “Everything’s fine. Why’d you call anyways?” You do your best to sound normal. “Block your Thursday next week. I’m throwing a party.”

“What for?”

“Mmm. Just felt like having one.”

You minimize the call to check your calendar if you had any plans that day. “Alright. I have an event in the morning, but that night’s free.”

“Nice!!” He sounded a bit too glad. 

“Is that why you called?” It’s a bit suspicious that he rang you just for that. It’s just a party. He could’ve texted you instead. 

“Why? Am I not allowed to call when I want to?” Your heart skips a beat from the playful tone in his voice. You picture him smirking on his phone while he’s lying in bed. You bite your lip at the image in your head. 

Screw you and your stupid imagination. 

“Good night, Kuroo.” You said dismissively. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to say anything else important anyways. He chuckles from the other line before speaking so ever softly with tenderness that gives you butterflies in your stomach.

“Good night, kitten.” 

It was just a simple good night but you were reeling. You fight the smile that was forcing itself to form on your lips. You look at your photos one more time and sigh. 

You are so in love with him. 

On the other end, Kuroo is all smiles to himself. Nothing beats hearing your voice after a long day. Once again, he stares at the photo Mitsuki gave him that afternoon. He wishes it was real. He wishes you were smiling for him, laughing with him, and happy with him. If only you gave any indication that you like him more than a friend, he would’ve made his move. 

Even though he knows you still desire him, he wouldn’t settle for just sex. He doesn’t want a repeat of the past. He wants something further than that and more importantly, you deserve better than that. But so far, he could tell you were enjoying the friendship and companionship only. Even if he wanted to take things forward, he’s not sure that that’s what you want. You haven’t given anything away for him to make his move. He doesn’t want to risk it and have you running for the hills. 

Will he ever make you fall for him? Should he just leave things as is or do something bolder for you to realize that to him, you’re not just a friend?

He sighs. 

He’s so in love with you.

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[jawritter]

Twelve Days Of Christmas

Chapter 9

Summary: Dean never realized that Y/N missed Christmas until he turned off an annoying Christmas song on the radio on the way home from a hunt, now he will make it his personal mission to give her the Christmas he misses so much, and if he plays his cards right, maybe he will give her what he has wanted to give her for so many years, himself.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo​​​​​​​​

Square Field: Sledding

Word Count: 1334

Warnings: Fluff, mild language, brief mention of John’s A+ parenting.

A/N: This is to help me catch up on my SPN Christmas Bingo card lol Chapter 10 will post tomorrow! I knew chapter will post every day until Christmas! I know I’m insane lol. This is a real time fic collection and all mistakes will be my own! Please do not copy my work! Hope you all enjoy these!!

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You stood at the top of the snow-covered hill, flat sled in hand, and watched as two teenagers boarded the sled next to you, sliding down without hesitation. 

The hill was higher than you expected. Normally heights didn't bother you. You'd flown plenty of times in your life. You'd even done a little rock climbing. This seemed very high. Maybe it was the sun glaring off of the snow that made it feel higher than what it actually was? 

Dean's hand came down heavily on your shoulder, and you turned to see his emerald green eyes staring down at you. His freckled face was slightly red from the cold.

"Ready Sweetheart?"

You gave him a short nod and dropped the sled to the ground. You were a hunter for fucks sake. You weren't about to let a little snowy hill be your demise. 

Once you had dropped yourself into place on the sled, Dean dropped down behind you; wrapping his arms securely around your waist.

A swarm of butterflies was set free in your stomach at the feel of his solid body behind your own, even threw the jackets and things you were wearing to stave off the cold. 

It didn't take much of a shove from either of you to get the sled moving. Dean's laugh pierced the air behind you, and you never wanted it to stop. It was the simple things about him that made you the happiest. Like the deep laugh, you rarely got to hear on a normal basis. 

"Come on, let's go again," he said, getting to his feet before helping you to your own before grabbing the sled. 

There was an almost childlike excitement on his face. There was no way you could have said no to him.

This was the first time Dean had ever been sledding, and as you prepared to go down again, you could see just how much Dean had been robbed as a child. 

John never bothered to take the kids sledding, or do any other fun activities with them. It was always his work, his obsession. It wasn't fair to them then, and it wasn't for now. It made Dean hard and turned him into the little grunt, the soldier, John's perfect little punching bag. 

You lost count of how many times the two of you had gone up and down that hill. When you were both finally so tired and cold you were both shivering, Dean decided to call it a day, but you had more fun than you could remember having in a very long time.

"I know it's late afternoon," Dean said as he climbed into Baby's warm interior. "But I could really go for some breakfast for supper." 

"Oh man, that sounds amazing," you agree, smiling at him as he pulled onto the main road and headed towards the little Waffle House that was just about three miles from the cabin the two of you were staying at.

Once you were both inside the warm restaurant, a cup of steaming coffee in hand, and your orders placed, you looked over at Dean who was looking through his text messages as he waited on his food. 

He looked ten years younger than he did when the two of you got here a few days ago. He was more relaxed, almost like a huge weight had been pulled off of his shoulders. It was the first time you could ever remember Dean being this at ease. You didn't want to go back to life once Christmas was over. You wanted him to have this all of the time, not just for a few days out of the year. 

"Sammy and Eileen are going to take a few days to get her moved into the bunker before we get back," he said, putting his phone away into his pocket, and reaching for your hand across the small table. "So when we get back we will have more people living with us again. It's been too quiet around there lately, it will be a nice change."

"So you're okay with a couple of newlyweds hanging around after they tie the knot, being disgustingly cute all over the place?"

Dean laughed in spite of himself, his thumb making little random patterns on the back of your hand. 

"Well, we will just have to be as annoyingly cute. Give ‘em a run for their money,” he said with a wink. 

A deep blush crept its way up your neck and all the way to the tips of your ears. So there was hope of him still being this close to you after you got home to the bunker? 

"I love it when you do that ya know?" 

"When I do what?" you asked him.

"Blush, it's adorable." 

Well damn if that didn't make it worse, and you hid your face in the bend of your arm. Dean reached across the table pulling your arm away from your face. 

"Don't hide from me pretty girl." 

Before you could respond the waitress appeared with your food, and Dean's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning as his pile of food that appeared in front of him. 

"So, day 6, what did you think?" he asks, mouth stuffed full of waffles, looking more adorable than a grown man ever had a right to.

"I loved it, it's been years since I'd been sledding."

Dean smiled into his coffee as his eyes stayed trained on yours. 

"Good, cause I was a little afraid by now you would be ready to get rid of me," Dean said, eyes still locked on yours. 

"What! Hell no! In fact, I don't want to leave!"

The confession slipped out before you could stop yourself. To your surprise, Dean looked relieved. 

"You know," Dean said, shifting nervously in his seat. "This doesn't have to end when we go home. I mean, we can still, ya know, spend time together."

The shock must have shown on your face, because Dean scrambled for his words as he reached around the food that was still sitting in front of the two of you, grabbing your hand in his. 

"I mean, that's only if you still want to spend time with me. If you haven't noticed, I really, really like you Y/N."

Your mind was reeling. Sure, Dean had kissed you, a lot by now, but you had refused to look too far into it because Dean Winchester, "doesn't do relationships." You were inadvertently trying to protect yourself from impending heartbreak, and you hadn't even realized that until now. 

"Dean, I thought you said...I thought l…" 

Words failed you, but Dean seemed to catch on to where you were going. 

"I know, I said I don't do relationships, but baby things have changed. Chucks gone, Jacks in charge, things are as they should be. I don't have a big target hanging over my head anymore. Being with me isn't a death sentence anymore." 

You swallowed hard, your heart was hammering against your rib cage like a jackhammer. 

You had always dreamed Dean would notice you, would want to be with you, but you would never let yourself hope it would ever happen. 

"Baby, say something, please."

You blinked hard and nodded your head. "I would love that Dean, but only if you're sure you want this."

Dean smiled widely, leaning across the small table and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that had your toes curling in your boots. 

You could almost feel the shift in things between you and Dean, like a promise, or a bond that was formed. It was something you could cling to, almost tangible. As real as Dean's hand that was laced in yours as he made his way back to your little side of Heaven for the night. 

He had always had your heart, but knowing you had his? That was the best Christmas present you could ever get and by far the most precious.

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[ihateitheredude]

ok so maybe one person puts baby in a corner...

pairing: billy hargrove x hopper!reader

description: y/n is desperate to lose her virginity but just when the moment might happen her dad walks in and well that’s pretty awkward

tw: sexual content and implied child abuse

requested by: @springsoulofengland

request: Hi! Do you interested in a request about Billy Hargrove x reader who is Hopper's daugther and he caught them kissing undressing one another :D and billy messing with Hopper but kinda fear him at the same time? :D a good 80s bad boy if you'd like to write this.

notes: i’m so sorry this took forever but here it is!! and also this is hopefully good but let me know!!

the police chiefs daughter with resident bad boy billy hargrove. a mistake made by the gods? maybe. but they just call it a match made in heaven. the pair are rarely apart and the whole town has speculations about the twos relationship. although a lot of people believe billy’s only with y/n for her looks, that’s just simply incorrect. they haven’t even really done anything besides make out, but boy y/n sure wants that to change.

it wasn’t that billy didn’t want to that wasn’t it at all. in fact that was the exact opposite of why. he just didn’t want to screw this up with not waiting long enough. he loved this girl and we’ll he’d never felt that before. all those other girls were nothing but quick fucks to him, but the chiefs daughter was something else. she was special because she saw him as more than just a bad boy. she saw him as billy.

y/n called billy on Wednesday and told him to meet her at the family video on friday at 3:30 so they could pick out a movie to watch and well, so billy could see his best friend steve (surprising she knows).

little did billy know that y/n had a plan..a plan to end all plans. she was going to pick a movie that would get them both a little hot and bothered so maybe just maybe she could finally get some bad boy billy action.

when friday finally rolled around y/n was excited. this plan would work and she knew it. but in the pit of her stomach there was something else. a nervousness of sorts...that something would go wrong. but she was sure that was just first time jitters so she pushed it aside and started getting ready.

the clock had just hit 3:28 when she pulled into the family video. she decided to go in and say hi to Robin real quick before billy showed up. 3:31 and she could hear the loud roar of the camaro down the street. as it pulled up people stopped to look like he hadn’t lived there for almost two years. he hops out of the car and walks into the store. with the ring of the bell on top of the door robin sing songs “oh y/n your jack ass has arrived” y/n quickly turns around to be accosted by the intoxicating smell of billy. a mix of cigarettes, expensive cologne, and laundry soap. he smiles when he sees her breath deeply “hiya pretty girl” he whispers as she open her eyes to look at him “ hi there handsome” she respond with a grin.

he pulls her into a hug staying like that until you hear a gagging noise coming from behind billy. he turns ready to punch some throats before he realizes it’s just steve being an ass “oh well if it isn’t king steve the most royal pain in my ass” he grins bringing the boy into a choke hold to ruffle his hair “the hair the hair hargrove we’ve been over this” he laughs “so what’s the disgustingly in love couple doing at my humble family video? oh let me guess star wars?” y/n shakes her head “back to the future?” another shake of the head and now billy’s interested too “then what sugar?” bill asks. she smiles a devilish smile and fake thinks for a second “hmm i was thinking Dirty Dancing?” steve shakes his head “well what have we here? little miss innocent whatchin’ dirty dancing? my god billy i think you’ve broke her!!” they all laugh before steve leads them to the movie grabbing it and checking them out. as she got out to the parking lot billy looks at her and asks “really dirty dancing? any particular reason??” y/n giggles and says “nope” skipping off to the truck as he walks towards the camaro.

y/n arrived back at the cabin right as hopper was leaving for joyce’s house. with a small interaction of “i love you be safe” and “you too” he was gone and she was alone to prepare everything. she grabbed as many blankets and pillows as she could find and made a pallet in the floor. as soon as the last blanket was out down y/n heard footsteps on the porch signaling that billy was there.

billy walks through the door seeing y/n sitting in the floor on her pallet preparing the VCR for their movie night. he walks over towards the girl and pats her head asking “want me to make popcorn darlin’?” she shakes her head yes trying t concentrate as he goes to make popcorn and grab a couple of beers.

about ten minutes later they’re both sitting on the floor with the movie starting. y/n is sitting with billy against the couch her head in his chest her heart in her stomach as she starts to initiate her plan.

the plan is to start small. she starts with fleeting touches. she starts by putting her hand on his inner thigh and rubbing. he looks down at her then back to the screen. y/n takes this as a good start. moving her hand she rests it right beside where his dick lays. this grabs a little more attention as she starts to rub. he looks at her asking “whatcha doin’ sweet pea” she shakes her head as she reaches up to grab his chin bringing him down to her level to press her lips to his. billy immediately melts into it bringing his hands up to her chin holding her there. she runs her hands up and into his hair pulling slightly causing him to gasp into her mouth. she takes this moment to stick her tongue into his mouth while he reaches down groping her tits through her shirt. y/n starts to feel a bit more needy as she grinds down on his thigh. he chuckles “baby baby calm down” this causes her to stop and look shyly up at him “but i don’t want to. i want to do this i’m ready billy” she whispers. this causes a small smile to slip onto his face. just to make sure he asks “you’re absolutely sure sweetheart?” y/n nods and goes in for another kiss trying feebly to pull billy’s shirt over his head as she feels herself get more and more needy. he helps her out ridding himself if his shirt the movie completely forgotten at this point. he starts working on unbuttoning her shirt having it already completely unnoticed and halfway off when the door opens revealing a very shocked hopper.

“oh my god...what the hell is happening here?” both kids stop dead in their tracks taking half a second to think before scurrying to put their clothes back on. billy’s the first to answer “oh y’know just watching a movie. what about you hop?” an uneasy smirk settling on his face. hopper huffs and grits out “well i was having a nice night until i walk into my home to find my daughter and her boyfriend borderline fucking on the living room floor” billy’s smirk falters for just a second before y/n cuts in “dad we weren’t fucking-“ hopper cuts her off “you may not have been just then but i guarantee that’s where it was going.” neither of them could deny that so they just sit there. about a minute goes by before billy breaks the silence “so hop what’s the punishment a stern talking too, a grounding, or what?” hop shakes his head “y’know kid you’re real lucky you’ve made her happy otherwise your ass would be grass right now, but i will be making some ground rules.” y/n finally speaks up when she asks “what kind of ground rules?” “ground rules like no screwing in my house first off” y/n grimaces at the fact that her dad just said that. it’s another minute before billy pipes up. “yaknow hop it’s just a natural part of life and life’s too short not to enjoy the...finer things in life.” he says while smirking over at y/n. hop huffs and grits out “listen here kid i don’t want to have to hurt you but i will if you keep on” billy stops smirking at this a chill going down his spine as he thinks of Neil. realization immediately crosses hoppers face. “look i know y’all are responsible almost adults but i’m not trying to listen to that stuff from my daughter. this causes the two kids to bust out laughing with an “ok ok” and in unison they both say “we’ll do it at my apartment” “we won’t do it here” a sigh comes from hopper accompanied with “just use some damn protection will ya?. i can’t afford to be a grandpa” with this he walks away and leaves the kids to blush from what just happened. “so uhh i guess i won’t be losing anything tonight?” billy smiles and says “you still want to?” y/n shakes her head and replies “not tonight i’m tired and embarrassed” after the words finish falling from her mouth a yawn comes. billy grabs her and pulls her close whispering “go to sleep darling we’ll try another day”

it was two weeks later when they finally got another chance to be alone...without hopper busting in. it started as soon as they walked into billy’s apartment. they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. as the door closed y/n had billy pushed against the door, hands on his chest, and lips on his. the pure taste of him, a taste she’s tasted a million times but now is just different, making her practically melt. as things start to get more heated billy takes his hands and begins to unbutton y/n’s shirt. when it’s completely undone he slowly pulls it off of her while walking them back to the bedroom. in the bedroom he pushes her down with a soft “i love you baby” y/n smiles and responds “i love you more than you’ll ever know” they spend the rest of the night making love to each other. after it’s all said and done y/n has never been happier. she’s with the love of her life.

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; mun & muse - meme.

TAGGED BY: @dolcetters / ( thank you bb !!! ily !!! )

TAGGING (don’t feel obligated to do it!): whispers anyone who sees this !!

FILL OUT & REPOST ♥ this meme definitely favors canons more, but i hope oc’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. multi-muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

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MY MUSE IS:  CANON / OC / AU / CANON-DIVERGENT / FANDOMLESS

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES  / NO / IDK  ( people have said she’s pretty? i mean she is, so ) 

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK  ( by a good majority, if we go by 03 standards ) 

Are they underrated? YES / NO

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO / MAYBE  ( again, by 03 standards; kind plot-device-y ) 

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG ( i mean .... AGAIN, 03 .... ) 

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO / MAYBE

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON? not that strictly. she loses the pregnancy through a trauma-related miscarriage. back when i rped her years ago, i did not write in the fact that she had a child. i think i didn’t want to ... really write the parts with dante / the gate / etc. i could still in a separate AU where it’s strictly canon, but for just my writing sake, i decided no. she goes through having her rapist’s child, and that can be heavy for some. the assault alone is traumatic enough. but it’s real. so her story, at least in 03, does deserve to be told with sensitivity. 

SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS. do you like flowers? yes? good. do you like pretty, sweet girls? yes? ok great. please, allow me to introduce you to a person who combines all three !! rose thomas, a wholesome girl who, while living in a terribly hot city, will make you forget all about the heat with her charming smile and adorable laugh !! with her heart of gold, she will help out anyone and stand up for those that cannot !! while a little hot-tempered, rose truly has firm beliefs, but doesn’t mean she won’t learn from her mistakes and grow, flourish, like that of the flower she is named after !! so come visit liore and meet the city’s own pink-haired angel !! 

NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?).   .... well, first off, in 03, people disliked rose for the fact that she was seen as a threat to the pairing EdWin. which, ofc if you read the manga, doesn’t happen so. and idk if people couldn’t really relate to rose back then, much less in BH where she barely shows up (as story-line goes) and she isn’t as fleshed out as prior. umm. i think from what i’ve seen (even if it is canon) people didn’t particularly like that they “white-washed” her, even though technically she was meant to be originally light-skinned (she’s a desert child yet she’s white .... she’d burn but ok) and i think just how she came off originally really made people dislike her vs 03. and maybe her storyline in 03 wasn’t as interesting and maybe a little dark, given that she’s a WOC who is raped by a soldier(s) and had the child, then was used by scar, and then used again by dante, so maybe they figured she’s a weak person who gets manipulated a lot? (writing this is making me mad but from again, what i’ve read LMAO) and just the plot device with the child / gate opening. 

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE? honestly? cause she was pretty LMAO. but mainly bc she (in 03) was a brown girl, like me. even though you don’t know her race, i saw myself in her, and she was so sweet and wholesome. she lost her first love and was desperate to do whatever it takes to get him back and i think she was lost, uncertain, and i really felt that. as time goes on and you find out that she changes her tune and grows and uses ed’s words to help herself back up again from being in a war-zone, it’s inspiring. she didn’t just stick to her ideals, she really changed. and then she is assault. and you just feel furious for her bc she didn’t deserve that, after having just felt empowered to do the right thing. i think initially it was out of vanity, but as i continued on with her, she just grew to be apart of me. she was one of my longest played characters, so i do have a sentimental attachment to her. 

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING? umm. it’s hard more so now bc she’s no longer my main muse. so finding her voice now, a decade-plus later, can pose as a challenge. but i guess other than having writing partners who love her just as much as i do, i think just thinking about what would ( 21+) rose grow up into? what sorts of complex thoughts would she have? music helps me mostly if nothing else tbh. 

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO ( MAYBE IDK )

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES  / NO

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO ( MAYBE ) 

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO 

Are you a sensitive person? YES  / NO 

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?   tbh i think i’d feel a little hurt only bc i do feel attachment, but i’d have to be open to criticism if i want to get better at developing her. at the end of the day, she’s not my character. 

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER? of course !! i’m rarely on, but if i get them i’d love them. 

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?   i’d be willing to know why, and see their pov, and we’d have to agree to disagree if it’s something that i personally feel in my heart of hearts that you’re allowed to have that .... but since this is my headcanon, then .... let it be? 

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT? i’d be like okay, then you write her? like. be a duplicate and write her. no one’s stopping you. write your own headcanons, do whatever you want. i think at this point it’s like, you’re right to your own opinions but then you’re kinda just being a dick about it. like. do i go to every other rose (or hinata on my main blog) and be like nooo you suck?? no, that’s rude. do i agree? not always, but hey if it makes you happy then fuck it be happy ?? LMAO but really, it’s fine, it’s for fun and i’ll try not to take it personally. 

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?   i’ll laugh. grow up?

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?  please ..... please tell me. i may have gone to uni but english is ..... tricky. even certain punctuations like this ( ; ) thing still consumes my nightmares when it comes to writing. if we thread and you see the error, please fix it for me and don’t let me see it or notice it. save me from shame. 

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?   i want to say yes, but others may think otherwise bc i’m not them therefore i don’t know what you think of me. i may come off a type of way that may rub you the wrong way without my intention, and that’s just me being honest. if i’m not on this blog and on my main one, i’m sure by now you’ve gotten a decent sense of who i am ooc. i do try to be kind, but i know i can be absent at times only cause i’m overwhelmed and i use writing as an escape ... and then i get comfortable with whoever i write with, which i don’t want others to feel like i won’t give you a chance. maybe our writing styles will click, maybe not? but outside of rp i really am supportive (overly, disgustingly big-sister like supportive) and just quiet and chill, so please feel free to come to me if you ever need to !!! life just gets chaotic sometimes and i apologize for that !! but i’m super harmless, i’m awkward, but i am open and i welcome you all !! ;_; 

[thewhiterabbit42]

Full Circle: Part 4

Full Circle Masterlist

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings/Tags: Winchester sister!reader, a touch of angst, a side of disappointment, odd forms of blasphemy, celestial cock blocking, and a few swears.

Word Count: 7,823

Summary: You’re given the chance to fix past mistakes, but, like most things with Gabriel, your night doesn’t go quite as planned.

Author’s note: All tags are at the end - if you find a line through your name, tumblr wouldn’t let me tag you :(

Special thanks to my wonderful beta @sumara62​ because there’s always that one damn spot in each story you know exactly what I’m trying to say and you help me say it.  Also special thanks to @blondecoffeecake​ who’s sunshine and encouragement is one of the few things limping my muse along right now. 

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You were beginning to wonder if the resurrection process hadn’t left Gabriel’s eggs a little scrambled.  

First, he snapped you into the bar.  Not that you weren’t used to him preferring to travel that way.  It was one thing to bring you to somewhere, however, and another to send you both barreling into the side of a building.  

Just shaking the rust off, sweetheart was his response while casually brushing off the side of your jacket.

Second, his attention span was far more abysmal than you remembered.  Sure, it had never been great if it didn’t involve sex, sweets, or sabotage, though tonight it seemed to have more to do with that scattered energy thrumming through him.  It spilled over into his movements, every hand gesture, every look a little more frantic than was usual, which again had you questioning whether or not this Gabriel was somehow changed.  

Third, he must have lost the instruction manual that came with the game because this was not how you played.  

“Gabriel…” You said, voice taking on a sing song quality as you stretched out his name.

“Hmmm?” He hummed absentmindedly, eyes flicking up nonchalantly as if he’d been staring at your food instead of your chest.  You glanced down, checking yet again to make sure you hadn’t dropped anything down the front of you that was somehow distracting him.

To be honest, you had dropped men for far less of an infraction, but this was Gabriel.  You might have understood if you had yourself on display.  The sweater you’d chosen, however, was probably the most modest thing you owned, neckline running high with an overall loose fit, giving only a hint of what was underneath.  

Dean would be so proud.  You couldn’t advertise yourself any less if you'd tried.

Sharp laughter drew your attention away and you turned toward it, watching a couple walk through the entrance.  He disappeared out of your side vision for a split second and your hairs stood on end as he almost immediately reappeared. You didn’t even know what to do with that, other than maybe start questioning your sanity again.  Every time you took your eyes off him, he seemed to glitch, as if not quite real.  

Maybe he wasn’t.  Maybe this was what you had dubbed his shadow twin and the real Gabriel was somehow still dead.  

“That couple seem odd to you?” He asked, eyes drifting toward the bar.  You followed it, gaze appraising.  They appeared fairly mediocre.  There was nothing notable in their appearance or with their clothing.  The only thing that was in any way distinctive was the sheer air of bliss surrounding them.  The woman couldn’t seem to stop giggling as the man whispered to her, his face beaming with a wide smile.  

Newlyweds, because they were definitely living in a fantasy world.  

“Other than looking disgustingly happy?” You did your best to keep your tone light and stave off the bitterness vying for a place in your voice.  

“Exactly.  I mean, who’s that happy?” He demanded, eyes narrowing.  He wasn’t quite suspicious, but you also wouldn’t say he wasn’t eyeing them as if they might somehow be a threat.  

“Normal people without a clue as to what’s really out there in the world?” You hedged a guess, chasing the slight edge in your tone down with the rest of your drink.

“You need another drink,” Gabriel decided, pointing to your glass.  “And not that cheap stuff they keep behind the bar.”

You looked down to find your glass had not only been refilled with a different shade of amber, but it had also doubled in size.  You took a sip, mouth awash in pleasant, smoother flavors followed by a less caustic burn once swallowed.  The moment you looked up, however, you found his eyes right back where they’d been sitting for most of the evening.  

There were worst things, you supposed, than being served top notched drinks while an archangel ogled you.

“Gabriel,” exasperation sang through his name, though it didn’t appear to faze him.

“Yes, sugar?” He replied, eyes dropping to his own glass as he rubbed a finger along the rim.  He wasn’t staring, you realized, finally catching the look on his face.  He was zoning out.  It shouldn’t have surprised you.  He never stuck around for very long, only you couldn’t remember him ever getting bored this quickly.   

Then again, he hadn’t been exactly offering up his usual scintillating conversation, either.  

“Well I can see what kind of guy you are,” you baited, turning your attention back to your burger.

“Excuse me?” His eyes flashed back up, a little more focused.  There was nothing like throwing out a barb to get him hooked again.

“Most guys have a preference on body parts,” you said casually around a large bite of your food.  “I once knew a guy that thought I had the sexiest ankles.”  You smirked, both at the memory and at how high the angel’s brow arched as he regarded your features once again.  

“My father did do an exceptional job when creating you,” he said so cautiously you almost stopped mid chew to stare.  The Gabriel you knew was never careful.  In fact, you were pretty certain his filter was permanently warped, if not outright broken.  He also never acted with anything other than that obnoxious air of confidence that bordered on hubris.  

It was clear by the way he was regarding you, however, he was not very confident as to where this conversation was going.

“I’m not fishing for compliments, champ, but thanks anyway,” you slid your plate a little closer to him, offering some fries which he, not surprisingly, refused.  You suddenly recalled the only time you’d actually seen him eat any was when he’d had a milkshake to dip them in.  

“So which do you prefer?”  You continued, trying to prevent silence from lapsing again.

“Um, well, if this is a serious question,” he began, pausing to consider.  “I’d say that’s a gross oversimplification of preferences.  Beauty is so much more than just one aspect of a body, and I’m not talking the cliched what’s on the inside counts more mantra they preach these days - not that personality doesn’t play a role.  But if we’re talking straight up physical attractiveness, it’s all about balance.  You show me the hottest set of tits, legs, or ass in creation, and I’d guarantee if you put them all together it would be the one of the most grotesque things you’ve ever seen.”

For a moment you could only blink.  It shouldn't have surprised you so much that Gabriel would somehow turn the tables and catch you off guard.  Clearly, he wasn't the only one with a little rust to get rid of.  

“What about you?” He asked.  “You have any preferences?”

Oh, you had a preference alright, for all the wrong guys.  Most of them had been one night stands or hunters, the latter of which had either ditched you, cheated on you, or in one case, left you for dead in the middle of a case.  It wasn’t that you didn’t think you deserved better. The problem was finding someone who knew about the life without having all the baggage.  

“Yeah,” you muttered, “Tends to be for giant dicks.”  The words were out of your mouth before you realized what you’d said.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to be so one dimensional but I guess we all have our flaws,” he teased.  You let out a slight laugh, almost inhaling one of your fries.  

“Because who wants a giant one of those?” You snorted.

“I always figured Cas as more of a pushover than anything,” he mused, and the bitterness that crept into his words struck a similar note as your own.  

“What does Cas have to do with anything?”  You were completely lost again.  You had no idea what happened between the two of them, but something had rubbed Gabriel the wrong way by how the dark-haired angel couldn’t seem to stay out of the conversation.

“Although..,” he began, eyes flashing up to yours, whiskey glimmering as he gave you a knowing smile.  “If that was a hint you’re interested, sweetheart, you just had to say so.”

He hadn’t lost the manual, you decided.  He had set it on fire and was in the process of making up new rules.  It had been about subtleties, maybe a well placed innuendo here or there, but it had always been about dancing around those carefully placed lines.  Tonight, however, he seemed intent on charging right over them.  

“I believe your exact words were there’s a big difference in being a dick and knowing how to use one and you, Gabriel?  Are the biggest dick in creation,” he reminded.

You smiled.  You remembered that conversation well.  Might have been because you were trapped in an alternate reality.  Might have been because Gabriel stuck you in a naughty nurse’s outfit which made you livid.  Might have also been because you punched him square in the face for it and then he’d given you a peace offering in the form of the herpes commercial and Nutcracker show.

You were just about to respond when your FBI cell went off.  Gabriel suddenly stood up.  

“Don’t get up on my account,” he said.  “I’ll just go… get another round.”

You stared at the back of him as if he’d grown two heads when he moved toward the bar.  Not only was he making his own drinks at this point, but you weren’t going anywhere considering you were pretty sure his super sonic angel hearing had a radius bigger than city block… not to mention why would you leave to take a call he was likely responsible for anyway?

There definitely had to be some circuits fried.

“Hey sheriff,” you answered, recognizing the number.  

“I’d tell you to get those drinks ready, but I’m kind of already at the liquor store…” The sheriff informed you.  

“Why do I sense a but coming…”

You could only imagine what would follow, and you braced yourself for the inevitable.

“... Probably because most of the store appears to have gone missing while the staff was working.”

You almost sighed in relief.  Admittedly, that sounded odd, but it didn’t exactly sound like Gabriel’s normal brand of mischief.  

“I’m looking at the security feed right now and one was at the register all shift while the other was in back doing inventory, so neither of them did anything, but neither did anyone else.”

“Like someone stole the store out from under their nose… and the security cameras?” You asked, confused.

“That’s just it.  The bottles are still there, but the liquor itself… well, it’s gone.   Like someone poured it out and put it all back...”

Your eyes narrowed on Gabriel who turned, giving you an innocent wave.    

“Or like someone drank it?” You stated more than asked.  

“I… guess?”  He responded. It sounded like he was unsure whether or not to call you out on your theory.  Not the only one waving around a one way ticket to the crazy express.  He apparently came to the same conclusion and decided to move on.

“It gets stranger, if you can believe it,” the second half of his statement seemed to be muttered more to himself than her.  “Only three sections were left when we arrived: gin, whiskey, and vodka.  Five minutes ago a whiskey bottle fell off the shelf and when a deputy went to pick it up… he found some of it missing.  Someone opened that bottle and took some of it while we were here.”

“Let me guess.  That bottle was high shelf stuff,” you surmised.

“How’d you know?” The man sounded not only surprised, but a little spooked.

The sheriff didn’t know just how lucky he was to be dealing with empty liquor bottles.  If vanishing whiskey unnerved him this much, she’d hate to see what he’d do with reports of slow dancing aliens or any number of antics Gabriel could conjure up.

“If you haven’t opened any of those bottles yourself, you probably should,” you said dryly, trying to ease some of his nerves, though you were only half-joking.    

“My deputy might be in back with one of his own as we speak,” he said, completely not joking.  “Can I ask you something and get an honest answer?”

“You can ask,” you told him, careful not to commit to actually answering anything.

“Do you know what’s going on?”

Honestly, you didn’t feel like you did.  You knew Gabriel was responsible, but what you couldn’t figure out was why he seemed so unlike his usual self.  Then again, you’d probably have a hard time bouncing back if your brother had killed you, but you couldn’t help but feel as if there was something else you were missing.  

“I have an idea,” you finally said, gaze absently falling back on the archangel.  He met it this time, giving you a devilishly handsome smile.  Scratch that.  Handsomely devilish by the extra little glint in his eye.  Probably because he was listening to every word being said and enjoying the chaos he’d started.    

“Do I want to know?” He asked.  

Well, wasn’t that a loaded question.  The sheriff seemed like a nice enough man.  There probably wasn’t a need to shatter his normal concept of the world over someone who would undoubtedly disappear from town before tomorrow anyway.  You just needed to keep said someone corralled in the meantime.  

“No, sheriff, you really don’t,” you advised.

“Right.  I’ll just…  spend the rest of my night figuring out how to write a report that doesn’t make me sound like my cheese has finally slipped off my cracker.”

“You know, a local trickster is as good a scapegoat as any,” you suggested, watching the angel’s lips curl up into a smirk.  

“That’s not half bad,” the sheriff replied, sounding thoughtful.  “And the hotel?”

Your watched as Gabriel received another glass, this one was orange tinged and had a little umbrella sticking out the top.  You put the phone on your shoulder, arching a brow as you pointed to the newest drink.  Sex on the beach he mouthed before his brows gave a quick flare.  You rolled your eyes, turning your back to him as you picked up your phone again.

“Agent, you there?” The sheriff was asking.

“Yeah… I’m not sure what advice you’re looking for since I don’t know what hotel you’re talking about,” you hinted.  You weren’t sure, but you thought you might have heard a long, drawn out sigh.  “Call back if you need to, but if you want to avoid any potentially strange things, you may not want to check the vodka aisle anytime soon.”

“Right.  I think I’m going to be tied up here for the rest of the night.  All these empty bottles need to be processed and entered as evidence,” he began to explain, nervousness coloring his tone.

“Sheriff, if you’re smart, you’ll stay tied up the rest of the time I’m here,” you told him, giving him the out he was looking for.   

“Yeah.  Good idea,” he said before ending the call.

An amused puff of air slipped out of your nose and you shook your head.  This was why you couldn’t find anyone normal, because all the regular, smart ones knew when to run.  Not that you were disappointed considering your alternate plans, although now a little sideways, still involved one of the few individuals that could make you feel remotely like yourself again.  

“Gabriel...” You called over, tucking the phone back in your pocket.  The way his eyes snapped to yours immediately, he had been waiting for his cue.  He turned, fixing you with a charming smile as he caught sight of the stern look on your face.

“Gabe,” he corrected, sauntering back toward you.  “You, my dear, can call me Gabe.”  His voice dropped a little lower, brows giving a quick flare.

Old habits apparently died harder than archangels.  He’d been waging this battle since TV Land.  At the time, it seemed wise not to get too familiar with a being like him.  Strict boundaries and clear lines had seemed so important back then.  

What you called him now, however, was the least of your worries.  

“Gabe,” you conceded.  

Triumph splashed across his face in the self-satisfied pull of his lips and the crinkle of his eyes, and you could have sworn he’d won an actual war instead of laying to rest such a small detail in your relationship.  

“Yes?” He asked, tone raising dramatically as he leaned even closer to you.  That’s when it hit you.

You would never forget this smell.  It was the one your father never failed to reek of the first night back from a case, only this wasn’t the one of someone who’d just emptied half a bottle of whiskey.  This wasn’t even the smell of someone who’d had a full one.  The one coming from the angel was more than was humanly possible… like an entire liquor store was pouring out of him.  

And just like that, one of the final puzzle pieces dropped into place.

“Are you drunk?” You demanded, folding your arms over your chest.  

“Maybe?”  He asked back.  “It’s been a few centuries.  I’m… not quite sure.”  He leaned a little too far into your space, and you felt your heart rate quicken at his closeness.  His balance shifted faster than he could compensate for and you had to grab him as he stumbled to keep him upright.  

“Why don’t we head back to the hotel,” you suggested.  The thought of having to manage a sober archangel was daunting enough, let alone having to deal with an inebriated one in public.  The last thing you needed was for him to get bored and really start some mischief.

Trying to explain to an entire police department how to wrangle a minotaur was not on a list of things you ever wanted to do again.

Gabriel’s eyes dropped to where your hand had settled.  You could feel his heart thumping gently against your palm and you were surprised when it quickened.  You weren’t sure how everything worked when they took over a vessel, but you had seen Cas hurt enough times to know they didn’t make nearly as big of a mess when they got injured.  It was comforting to know their hearts still beat though, even if they technically didn’t need them.

Once he seemed steady enough, you stepped back, releasing him.  

“I thought you’d never ask, sweet cheeks,” he murmured, waiting for you to turn around before smacking you square in the ass.  You froze, lips pursing together as you bit back a response. If having two brothers had taught you anything, it was if you didn’t react, the shenanigans would at least not get any worse.  

“Just cashing in that rain check you owe me,” he explained and you could hear the self-satisfied grin varnishing his tone.

You moved forward, trying to put some distance between the two of you.  The energy in the room had become more chaotic since you called him on being drunk, and it only fueled your suspicion that he was still keeping something from you.  You just wished he trusted you enough to stop playing games and just tell you what the hell was going on.  

“I… should probably not snap us anywhere,” he declared as he caught up to you.  “Last time I drank a little too much, I ended up in the bathtub at my neighbor’s apartment.  His name was Bubba and he liked his baths.”  Gabe’s brows shot clear to his hairline in recollection before a sing-song, “Awk-ward,” slipped out of his mouth.  

You also wished he could stop being so damn endearing long enough for you to hold his feet to the fire.  

“Come on, bubbles.  Let’s get you out of here,” you told him, taking him by the arm.  

He let out a chuckle, dimples showing as his smile softened to one of genuine amusement.  It was the most relaxed response you’d seen all evening, that little manic edge seeming to have faded now that he had a decent amount of drink in him, despite the surge in his energy.

“If you’re trying not to be attractive, you’re failing miserably,” he let you know as you made your way out the door.  You ignored the comment, thankful you didn’t have far to go with him.

“Right now?  I’m just trying to get your drunk ass off the street,” you told him.  The hotel was right around the corner.  All you had to do was keep him out of trouble for five minutes… which was far easier said than done.  

“I could conjure us up a little magical transportation,” he said and your eyes widened as he raised his hand.  

“No,” you insisted, hastily grabbing at his fingers which were poised to snap.  It was bad enough dealing with whatever a rational Gabriel conjured; you could only imagine what would appear now.

“I thought you liked unicorns?” He teased, grinning.  

Oh, you liked them all right… after they’d been filled with magical lead.  For all the lore that had remained, you’d have thought bloodthirsty impaling assholes would have been hinted at somewhere, not just the whole rainbow magic and sparkles.  

“I get it.  You’re looking for something a little more subtle,” he said, slipping his arm out from yours and twirling around, leaving his other hand still in your grasp.  “How about an acromantula?”

“Gabriel,” you warned, a laugh escaping your lips as you imagined the look on the sheriff’s face when he started receiving reports of a man and a woman riding a giant spider through town.  The angel taunted you by raising his still free hand, readying it to snap.  You lunged forward only to have him yank it out of reach at the last second.  

“Ok, ok.  I’ll settle for a satyr,” he said, pretending to be put out as his hand continued to zig zag away from your grasp.  You let out a groan which only made his grin widen.

“Jesus’ crispy bacon, don’t you even dare,” you warned, finally capturing his second hand and holding it tightly in yours.  

“Protest all you want, but I know it’s a lot more fun than anything tall, dark and dour does with you,” he said, smugness creasing his lips as he smirked down at you.  “Bet you’d even enjoy the look on the sheriff’s face when you explained how to catch one of those.”

You had no idea what the hell his first remark meant, but he wasn’t completely wrong with the latter.  You bit your lip, stifling a giggle when you thought about what he’d look like when he realized the only two settings that came with those beasts were hungry and horny.  

“Would be a shame to actually get called out for anything and lose this quality time we’re having,” you told him.  “But I guess that is what I do.  Hunt things.  Save people.  Hang out with giant dicks,” you baited, beginning to drag him along the sidewalk by his hands.

If you could just keep him distracted, you might have a shot of making it without attracting attention.

“Kidding,” he sang, his announcement pushing the fringe of incredulity.  “Even I don’t want to deal with that headache.  I only used them that one time to prove the point that I am not the most obnoxious being in creation, as Thing One so enthusiastically suggested,” he reminded.

You could never keep it straight which brother was which, though you could recall Dean pitching an abnormally big hissy fit and getting into Gabriel’s face before it all happened, so you could only assume it was him.  He was also the target of not one but three of the four satyrs the angel had conjured while the fourth one, of course, had gone rogue to terrorize the town.

“Admit it: you just did it to see the look on his face when they started humping his legs,” you told him as you neared the corner.

“Would you believe me if I said I did it for the look on your face when it did?”  He said, all dramatic pretenses dropping.  

“Why would you do that?” You asked absentmindedly, head craning to catch a glimpse of the hotel.  Another minute or two and you’d be back in your room where, if needed, you could stuff his ass in the second closet which was warded to contain angels and demons, since both were equally on your naughty list these days.

“If you don’t know the answer to that, sweetheart, you still aren’t paying attention,” he said with a shake of his head.  You glanced back at him, brows knitting together.  Was that disappointment you detected?  

“C’mon.  We’re almost there,” you told him, giving him a smile because you didn’t know what else to do.  You released one of his hands, keeping a firm grip on the other as you turned and continued on.  

By the time you made it into the building, you weren’t sure what you had trailing behind you.  Gabriel hadn’t said another word and you hadn’t chanced a glance to see exactly what kind of mood he was in. Was it his surly counterpart that occasionally made an appearance?  Was it the even rarer pensive version that actually thought before saying something?  Was it even really him?   

You pulled him past the elevator, not wanting to risk the ride.  At least if you kept moving you could pretend things weren’t as awkward as they increasingly felt.

“Last one up gets the couch,” you challenged as you entered the stairwell, giving him a playful nudge with your elbow before taking off up the stairs.  You had made it almost to the top when you realized you didn’t hear him behind you.  You glanced down, pace slowing when you noticed he was no longer there.  

Son of a bitch.  Had he seriously just given you the slip?  Your heart screeched to a halt, anxiety pouring down through your chest and forcing the air from your lungs.  You were more concerned about the fact that he was gone again than by the havoc he could potentially be wreaking.  

You reached the top landing, turning just in time to keep from colliding with the body that suddenly appeared in front of you.  

“Jesus fuck,” you shrieked, so startled that you instinctively jumped back.  Gabriel grabbed you, preventing you from tumbling back down the steps as he whirled you around and safely into his arms.  You couldn’t tell if it was his touch or the sheer amount of adrenaline rushing through you that sent a dizzying jolt through your system, but for a moment all you could do was stare.

“Thanks,” you finally said and the look on his face was unreadable.  “That’s cheating, by the way.”  

You gave him a small smile.  He didn’t say a word in return.  He simply released you before reaching behind his back to open the door.  He gestured for you to go through, but you hesitated.  

You didn’t want him out of your sight again, though you couldn’t actually tell him that.  You also didn’t want to admit how much had gone through your head in that moment he disappeared. You held your hand back out to him, tension mounting as you waited for his response.  You kept the same smile plastered on your face, hoping it might ward off whatever was causing that manic undercurrent to become so much more pronounced again.  Everything about him resembled a caged animal, one that was desperate to be let out.   

It was not a look he wore well.

He laced his fingers with yours, your hand practically buzzing from his energy.  Relief eased some of your worry and you focused on just making it back to your room.  It was only halfway down the hall, but somehow those final feet seemed to take even longer than the rest of the walk had.  

You were very aware of the increasingly heavy silence with each step, as were you to the why.  How many times had you fantasized about leading Gabriel back to your room?  About the way it would feel for his lips to be on yours, his hands exploring the curves of your body, as you explored just what exactly lay beneath his clothes.  How many times had you prayed for a second chance with him because you could never find the courage the first hundred or so you’d been given, and squandered?

Then again, in all those situations, neither of you were stewing in alcohol.  You let out a slow breath, finding you were relieved more than disappointed.  How many times had you prayed for him just to be alive and eating his way into a diabetic coma somewhere?  

You stopped in front of your door, fishing your key out of your pocket before sticking it in the lock.  

“You still with me, champ?” You asked, catching sight of the distant look on his features.  He didn’t respond.  He seemed a million miles away at that moment.  Then again, who was to say he really wasn’t?  At this point, anything was possible, including the notion that this was somehow one giant mindfuck of a trick.  

His gaze lowered slightly, as if sensing that thought, whiskey shaking off a little haze before focusing on you.  Intently.  

“You going to let me in?” He mused, brow arching slightly.  The look in his eye was different, unfamiliar, and it was making you nervous.  You weren’t about to deny him, however.  At least letting him in afforded you a modicum of control.  

You were about to be shown just how very wrong that assumption was.  

He was practically on top of you the moment you made it through the threshold, his presence suddenly looming.  It swelled even further as the door clicked shut behind him, every inch of the space filled with him and only him.  

“You going to eat me?” you teased, only half-joking as you tried to dispel some of the tension still hovering in the air.  

“Only if you want me to, sweetness.”  His tone caressed your senses like the finest silk; it was so smooth and utterly seductive.  You swallowed as the lights suddenly dimmed, candles popping up at the snap of his fingers to create the perfect ambience.  

“Gabriel what --”

“Hush,” he murmured, finger flashing up to your lips in an attempt to cut off your protest.  “I’m going to go out on limb and assume the sheriff was not intended as a third for your little party.”

You blinked.  If he didn’t start making sense soon, your mind was going to collapse on itself from all the whiplash you were getting.  

“I mean, I can’t imagine Cas would even know what to do with you properly, let alone two of you, so I assume whatever arrangement you have is not exclusive.”

The scariest part about that conclusion was that he looked like he was actually clarifying something.

“You’re drunk,” you told him.  Clearly he had forgotten which Winchester he was talking to, and you would have laughed had he not been so serious about it.    

“Gabriel, I honestly have no idea what you’re going on about,” you told him when he just continued to stare.  “Why don’t we get you some water.”  

Wait.  Did water even work on angels?  

“Don’t,” he warned, eyes narrowing dangerously.  “His scent was all over your bed when I got here - all over you.  I can still feel him beneath your skin.”  

Well… how about that.  Suddenly Cas being the man of the hour and all the surrounding oddness made sense.  Not only did Gabriel think there was something going on between you and the other angel, he was jealous about it.  Really jealous.

Holy shit.  

“Gabe, I -- we --” you held your hand up, trying to communicate how this was all some big misunderstanding.  Your nervousness, however, came across more as fear as you took a step back, trying to escape the intense swirl of energy surrounding him.  

“I get it,” he told you, the dark edge receding some from his gaze.  “We all get lonely,” he managed a casual shrug, giving you a slight smile. “We all have needs.”  He stepped forward, closing the gap you’d just created and your tongue anxiously darted out across your lower lip.  His gaze was instantly drawn to the movement, and you couldn’t help but feel like you had somehow just provoked him as slow burning heat igniting across hazel depths.  

You stepped back again, knowing the closer he was, the harder it was for you to think straight.  

“Drinks or not, I’m thinking more clearly than I ever have,” he insisted, matching your step again with one of his own.  You’d never seen his gaze like this, like a fire was lit beneath the surface, turning whiskey molten from the inside out.  His want was so palpable, crossing the space between you before kissing over your skin in heated waves that ebbed and flowed.   

“I know you don’t want him,” he continued.  “When you needed help or answers, I was the one you turned to first,” He reminded, continuing to force you back further across the room. “I was the one you called out for when famine brought you to your knees...”  

All you could do was swallow, breathe, and keep moving back...

“And you prayed for my help when your brother’s became overbearing grizzlies and wouldn’t let you out of their sight…”

… until you hit the wall, and found you had nowhere else to go.  He slowed his steps, but he didn’t stop them.  For every inch that slowly vanished, his yearning washed over you.  It sank beneath your skin, seeking out the slow burning embers of a desire you were trying very hard to keep contained.  

“I’m the one you always call for,” he murmured, voice dipping lower as his hands came up to meet the wall on both sides of you, trapping you in place.  “Because I’m the one you really want.”  

You could barely breathe he was so close, everything about him completely overwhelming you from the warmth radiating from his body to the buzzing of his energy now trapped in the small space between you, down to the way he smelled now that the scent of alcohol had diminished.

“When you’re sober, you may not want this,” you told him, searching for something to keep you anchored as you felt your resolve crumbling.  You could feel your own desire responding to his, not only growing but reaching out in response, as if trying to latch on to his sentiments and make them your own.    

He sensed the shift in you, victory glowing across features.  His lips pulled up into that trademark smirk and suddenly he was more himself than he’d seemed all night… save that manic undercurrent that still lingered in his eyes.  

“One never knows how long they’ll be here, sweetheart, so it’s often best to live in the moment,” his voice was reduced to a low rumble in the back of his throat, as that heated gaze pressed upon you.  Intuition flared, a heavy sensation taking the edge off what was happening as you realized you’d seen that look before.  

“Gabriel?” You breathed, your voice feeling heavy in your throat.

“Yes, sugar?” He replied, eyes dropping unconsciously to your lips as he wet his with anticipation.

You were almost afraid to ask, but this wasn’t some question you could just swallow.  “What do you know that I don’t?”

“Do I have to tell you?”  He purred, leaning so close his nose almost touched yours.  “Or this time can I just show you?”  

Oh sweet Jesus.  This was happening.  Gabriel was looking at you like he was going to devour every inch of you, regardless of what loomed on the horizon, and the last you checked, you were definitely not dreaming.

Knowing he wanted you was too much.  Hunger erupted, burning through you until your blood was singing through your veins for him.  Only as usual, you found yourself unable to do anything about it.  

God you were such a coward.

Your silence only encouraged him, lips tugging up on one side as he dropped his head lower.  Warmth curled over your ear as he released a slow, steady breath.  You shivered, goosebumps racing down your spine and over the back of your arms.  His lips hovered close, so close, it was like you could feel them ghosting over your skin, trailing just behind his breath as he continued to release it down along the side of your neck.  

Gabriel was doing things to you without a single touch that some men couldn’t do in an entire night.   

“You are so sensitive,” he said, voice husky with emotion.  “I’ve barely even touched you with my grace and you’re already on fire.”  

Grace.  That’s what you could feel on your skin.  You gasped as it shifted, trailing down the curve of your shoulder and dusting across your collarbone.  You didn’t even know that was possible.

Son of a bitch wasn’t playing fair.  

The breath and energy stopped for a moment, gold flashing up with question as he hovered near your throat.  You didn’t dare move.  You were torn between not wanting the madness to end and a part of you knowing that something still wasn’t quite right.  He knew something you didn’t and the hunter in you should have been pinning him against the wall and insisting that he tell you.  

Except it was too late for that.

The moment his lips brushed against you it was over.  You inhaled sharply, energy sparking across skin and skittering down through your chest.  Your heart rate spiked, beating so fast with anticipation and need if you didn’t do something soon it was going to burst.  

It would be your luck to die of a heart attack before he’d even properly kissed you.     

His mouth came down against your pulse, a distinct thrumming shooting straight into your veins.  This time it was your lungs that felt the jolt, breath seizing in them, cutting off a groan that had started in your throat.  

He was killing you.  There was no way you were going to survive this… but it sure would be one hell of way to go.

“Please let me touch you,” he pleaded, his voice strained as he pulled back slightly.  “Father, I just need to touch you.  I need you to touch me.”  

You could feel how tense his body was becoming, his arms nearly rigid.   You didn’t realize he’d been waiting for your permission.  In fact, you didn’t think Gabriel asked permission for anything.

The look of torment on his face wasn’t just about having to use restraint.  There was desperation woven into every action, every look, that went beyond pent-up desire.  You could see that now, and you found it too similar to your own feelings of loneliness that had steadily grown over the last several months.

He’s right, you realized.  You never knew what was coming and even when you did, it didn’t mean the odds were any more in your favor.  He was here now, and wasn’t that what you had wanted?  Another chance to undo one of the few regrets you could not seem to shake?

You placed a hand over his cheek, touch lightly grazing over the contour of his face.  He froze, holding so still as if afraid the slightest movement might scare you away.  His eyes slipped shut, a ragged breath releasing as you slipped your fingers into his hair, tips drinking in the unexpected softness.  How many times had you imagined being the reason this perfect part of him became mussed?  

Feeling emboldened, your other hand came up to cup his jaw, thumb tracing lightly over the faint stubble across his chin.  His eyes slowly opened again and you found yourself staring into gold capped green seas caught up in a storm neither one of you had any hope of escaping.

“Tell me that you want this,” he insisted,and the amount of restraint he used seemed on the verge of being painful.  “Or tell me to stop.  Tell me to leave.”

Tell me something his stare begged as it bore down upon you.  It took you a moment to realize he was giving you an out.  Was he having his own doubts?  The almost feral look in the darks of his eyes suggested otherwise, but he still hesitated, waiting for you along the edge of a precipice, one whose height you had no way of knowing.

Good thing you Winchesters were known for taking crazy, flying leaps.

You moved your thumb higher, touch feather-light as you traced the edge of his bottom lip.  He let out a noise caught somewhere between a groan and a growl, eyes edging further into wild territory as you continued to draw things out.  The power you were suddenly wielding was intoxicating.  

No wonder Gabriel loved to throw his around so much.  

“I want this, Gabe,” you told him, and never had you been more sure of anything in your life.  “I want you.”

And just like that, the game was over.

Your lips found his in an ungentle embrace, teeth nearly knocking as he leaned forward to meet you.  The energy in the room rose to a dizzying crescendo, your heart keeping pace until everything seem to release, within you, around you, within Gabriel himself, all the tension dissipating from his frame.  

His hands slipped beneath the folds of your jacket, eagerly running along your sides.  His fingers brushed over your ribs, teasing along the edge of your breasts, touching them without touching.  You moaned as he took hold of your mouth and sucked, pulling your lower lip between his before teeth gave a nibble.  

Palms lowered once more, over to the dip of your waist before slipping around your lower back.  His fingers stretched lower, tips digging into flesh as they continued their exploration before really cashing in that rain check of his and fully cupping you.  

In the blink of an eye, he had you off the ground, effortlessly hoisting you up.  The way your body moved was as if it were an extension of his, legs immediately wrapping around his waist as your arm slipped around his shoulder for extra support.  He nestled against you, pinning your body to the wall and freeing his hands for further exploration.  

You could barely think, your mind overwhelmed by overload of sensations.  The warmth of him pressed against you, the way his grace had pleasant jolts streaking across your body wherever it touched, the way it couldn’t compare to his actual touch, fingers drinking in the feel of your skin as it slipped beneath your sweater, leaving sparks of heat in their wake as they teased their way along the waistband of your jeans.  

“Jesus,” you breathed, arching against him when he dragged his lips down, allowing you a moment to catch your breath.  

“The name’s Gabriel,” he reminded, voice almost a growl as teeth nipped possessively at your neck.  “And that’s the only name I expect to hear from that lovely mouth of yours.”  

This was not a request, and the way he took charge only had everything inside you reaching a boiling point.  You needed to feel him against you, to feel his heat on your body, skin against skin, and neither one of you were going to be able to get out of any clothes like this.  

“Bed, now,” you commanded. You felt the briefest smile as his lips soothed over where teeth had certainly left their mark.  You grabbed his face, angling his mouth back up to yours as he pulled you away from the wall and backed slowly toward the mattress.  You couldn’t get enough of the feel of his lips, of the maddening hint of his taste as you swept your tongue across his bottom lip.

He moaned in response, so distracted with what you were doing that he didn’t realize how close you were to your destination.  The back of his legs unexpectedly hit the bed, sending you both tumbling backwards.  Instead of bouncing onto the mattress, however, you landed against something unexpectedly solid.  Your knees slammed hard against it, pain radiating through them, and by the jarring oomph beneath you, you were pretty sure Gabriel’s back had absorbed most of his impact.  

“The hell,” you muttered, eyes flying open only to find yourself in complete darkness. Your hands came in contact with something smooth, something cold, something that definitely was not your bed as you attempted to push yourself up.  The lights flickered on and suddenly you were hoping this was a dream after all.

It wasn’t possible.  Not only were you no longer in your hotel room, you weren’t even in the same town.  How you had ended up back at the Elysian Fields Hotel was beyond you, but you found yourself in the last place you ever wanted to be with Gabriel.

He was splayed out, ash rising up around him in perfect alignment with where you’d expect his wings to be.  You swallowed, eyes riveted to the prints as you realized he was in the exact same position as when he died.  

Gabe looked up, your look of panic the first thing registering as his features fell.  

“Get us out of here,” you told him, dread pooling in your stomach, making it feel heavy.  

He sat up, features hardening as he looked around.   

“Gladly,” he said and just like that, the manic edge returned.  He raised his hand and snapped once.  Twice.  Three times, before that same look of fear you’d seen almost a year ago overtook his features.  

“It’s too late.  He won’t let me leave,” he told you, cracks beginning to show in his mask.  He suddenly looked guilty.  Very guilty... and very, very sorry.

His earlier explanation came back to you and fear raced down your spine.  

Please let us still be in the present.  Please let us still be in the present.

A familiar slow-creeping dread trickled through you, the presence weighing down your insides until you felt rooted in place.  

“Tell me it’s not who I think it is,” you said, unable to give voice to the name that was the cause of so much of your pain.  

Because I can’t do this again.  

His hand came up to the side of your face, thumb stroking a path of reassurance as the sentiment slowly built in his gaze.  He opened his mouth, but whatever he said was lost over the clap of thunder that echoed across the room right before a blinding light engulfed you.  

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This one's a doozy

I started working for the company in mid-late 2016. They hire at above minimum wage, which I thought was killer for someone with little experience and they seemed to present a very accepting, open, environment. But I have not been happy or healthy since I started working there. At my first location, I was cross-trained and was promised to be put in the system as a designated hitter. That didn’t happen till three months in, because they were “busy and never got around to it.” My asmt took a liking to me, we became friends and he was the only one I could talk to about my life and frustrations with the company. One day he confessed his love for me, and me, a 19 year old female, was so afraid to tell anyone because he did things already that might be seen as special treatment but he would be the only one to stick up for me when I needed to call out. He would corner me in the stockroom and grab my hips, try to kiss me, and I would always be able to get away but the camera didn’t work in the back so it was my word against his. Despite being promoted, I would have no pharmacy training besides ppls and would be thrown in headfirst whenever an ic3 happened. Often I tried to ask questions, only to be blatantly ignored and left on my own with irate customers. I was desperate to leave, I didn’t want to report my asmt because he had two small children and confided he was barely making it by as it was. So I moved to a different city and transferred. This one was better, I was trained better in the pharmacy, I learned way more than my old store (I didn’t realize how little they trained me until I switched!) But the management tended to frustrate me. my ASM would talk down to us a lot, shift leads would get away with doing no work, but this store has the least complaints. I learned a lot and made friends, and was told that I would go far in the company and would be shift lead had I been old enough. The biggest complaint for this store was the pharmacy tech classes. I had been trying to sign up for them since I had gotten there in late December. Classes, I was told, were in March. January, I asked about it. February, I asked about it. No answer back, just an apathetic “we’ll get around to signing you up.” I was told where to go and and when it was THE DAY BEFORE the first class. I had no car, no one to call to help me as I was in a new city, and no money for uber. I was supposed to have textbooks and supplies for this class. They only ordered them that day. Luckily, my coworker was also taking the class and let me borrow his and that I could ride with him in the morning. I stayed up all night reading the chapters and answering the questions on each page. I didn’t sleep, when he picked me up in the morning we tried to quiz each other but I hadn’t soaked in enough information. Every week he would let me borrow the book the night before, always saying he wasn’t finished with the assignments but he knew I at least needed to know a little bit of what we were talking about. I stayed up all night again. The third week, my book came in the day before. I fell asleep hunched over it and accidentally missed the class. I was told there was a make up class, but wasn’t given any information despite asking my pharmacist every single day until–you’ll never guess– THE DAY BEFORE THE CLASS. TWO HOURS AWAY. I had to drop the course, and was told there was another class in July I could start then. Due to an abusive roommate situation, I moved and transferred again. This store has the brunt of it all. As soon as I started my first day, I knew I made a mistake. Walking into the stockroom, boxes leaned ominously and dangerously stacked all around. No carts were clear, the floor was full of trash, and there were mouse droppings everywhere. Each and every bay was absolutely full, unorganized, and not following OSA guidelines. (Single items in top stock, open boxes, things from other bays thrown hastily on top) The photo department looked like a landfill. No organization. Again, trash and open boxes everywhere, all leaned on each other/thrown on top, every cabinet and drawer randomly and hastily filled with supplies. Impossible to find anything. I made a comment to the General Manager, “Oh, it’s making my ocd have ocd”. He looked at me and said good, you’ll be the one to clean it. Just for pointing it out? Every concern I brought up to him, he blamed on the old manager, saying he’d just taken the store over. I learned recently he’s had the position there for about a year. On my first tag night, I was hanging tags in the freezer when I noticed an ice cream container was busted in the bottom. I took it out for 1506, and looked at the bottom. It was from January. (It was June at the time). I decided to look at some of the other bigger ice creams. I pulled outdates of about 15-25 cartons, the oldest dates I found from 2015. Holy shit. I brought it to the attention of one of my managers. She told me to stop distracting myself and do tags instead. What, to sell all your expired items faster? I put it on myself to check outdates for the entire grocery department since that night. Over the course of two weeks, I have found items from 2014. I have filled about 10 big trashbags stuffed to the brim with disgustingly outdated food. Also found medicines and birth control tests from 2014-16. Unacceptable. All my managers demeanors changed towards me after that. I was given more of a workload it seems then everyone else. Instead of pushing for daily and weekly outdates, anytime I worked he put that on my list. I was the only one who could do it, it seemed. Everyone’s excuse was the “store was just too busy”. With twice the staff of my old store with the same amount of duties, you couldn’t find any time to check the yogurt in the cooler every day? Besides that, I was assigned to organize truck by myself in the stockroom, by myself. I cut my face due to a heavy tote stacked wrong slipping. I was told by coworkers that’s weird, they usually have two-three people sorting truck, and usually the stronger guys do it. (I have a smaller frame and I’m not super strong, you can tell from looking at me.) The other night, I was told I had to clean and organize the entire photo department. Me, the new girl. Because I said something about it. I was about to have a panic attack because of my workload, and because I felt like I was being retaliated against. Luckily an hour and a half into moving heavy boxes around and trying to make sense of where things could go, I was told to cover the front. I thought my coworker just needed his break, but an hour later I was told there were two call outs and I’d be the only one closing with my manager when there’s usually three people closing. Now let me say this about my GM. Whenever I hear him get called to the front, he would take his sweet time getting out there. I’d see him glance up to the intercom, then continue a conversation with a coworker, just shooting the breeze. Same with calls for vendors or anything else. It would be 5 minutes before he’d even start to walk where he was needed. He waited even longer that night for me. I had to do the work of two people, three if you count the work he failed to complete. I had to do price checks by myself, would wait with an irate customer for a return without receipt for up to ten minutes before he came strolling to the front talking about “I heard you the first time”. Every single remark, every thing he has to say to me, any instruction I get from him is laced with condescension and rudeness. I have no idea what I had done at first, and only when I got overwhelmed with the hostility and answered sharply would he have his calm cool demeanor and lecture me that he’s only trying to teach me to do my job better. And when I first got there, two weeks of pushing to be signed up for my PCTB training, I was told because this store wouldn’t get credit for doing it outside their region, I’d have to wait until December- January. That was a huge disappointment for me. Today I got sick at work and threw up twice. He wouldn’t let me go home. He talked down to me that people fake sick all the time, I had to look at it from a business point of view, that he couldn’t let anyone go home just because they wanted to. I almost quit on the spot. I was about to throw up on his shoes just to make a point. I am so done with this company. It has disappointed me way too many times for me to keep killing myself for them. I’ve been having panic attacks every other shift and the work environment is not worth it for a little above minimum wage. Fuck you, Greenwalls, i’m out.