#goddamit jar is full!!!!!

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Also I brought Doll appearance disco horse to a friend that refuses to get a social media account (a wise choice)! His theory is that perhaps Doll was deliberately created TO be in the Hunter's Dream, with purpose of being turned alive helping Hunters already in mind. And?

She was given very warm, inviting appearance purposefully. All these hunters (majority are easily simple hetero dudes) would, in fact, return from all this blood and beasts and hostility to the most soothing solace there is - a pretty woman that speaks calmly with them. Dream should feel like a home for the most basic of bitches you know. And perhaps, intimidating appearance of hunter Maria would be a little counter-productive! After all Doll serves the HUNTERS, not Gehrman alone.

And to top that, he pointed out that 99.99% Maria herself approved or would have approved of being of such help even after her death (should it happen... It did oh well) as someone who cared for the patients (so had fair streak of altruism and caring in her). Because... there are more pressing and important things than "respecting masculine presentation" in a Victorian era or something.

And that's what he said! Quoting almost word to word but longer because I am too wordy hhhrf I think this is a really good potential take too! Very sensitive to core demographic of the hunters and historical period and context, while still keeping respectable nuance of the characters! Wanted to get the word here out for him.

[bakugouscentedcaramel]

Could I request some angst with a happy end? headcannons or scenarios you chose. With baku, todo and if you want (authors choice charater) where their s/o takes a big hit for then during a battle? Like they jump in the way? I hope this is ok.

Hehehehehehehe angst you say? With a happy ending you say? Why this is a recipe for an emotional rollercoaster!

I miiiight've gotten carried away with Bakubabe and Dabman dnsjskjana

WARNINGS: Fighting, blood, broken bones, medical talk, hospitals, cussing, death

Bakugou

You two were only fighting one person, so how hard could it be? Only you two were fighting for two hours straight now and the villain doesn't have a scratch on him. You were fighting some asshole who had a quirk that turned Bakugous explosions against him. Both of you were struggling to make a dent in the villains defenses.

He turned one of Katsuki's explosions against him causing you both to fly into a car.

"You two can't even take me on fully! Man! Where does UA find losers like you?!"

Shit.

If it's one thing Bakugo couldn't handle it was his anger.

"OH REALLY? Let's see how you handle a full blast from my gernades?!"

"Katsuku NO-" you ran to shove your stupid lover as far as you could.

The last thing you remember is the immense heat and the sound of your ribs snapping before you fade into unconsciousness.

Once Bakugo turned to find you his heart sank. You were laying in a puddle of blood mixed with rebar. One of the pieces stabbed your chest, and you weren't moving.

Goddamit why weren't you moving?

"Oh how sad! I didn't realize I could swat heroes like the flies they are!" The villain was reveling in the sight of you, not paying attention to Bakugo.

You opened your eyes much to your body's displeasure to see Katsuki beating the villain into the ground.

"LETS SEE YOU REDIRECT THIS?" His punch laded with a sickening crunch to the man's nose. Even though the man was unconscious he kept beating him.

"Kacchan..." You groaned as blood spilled out of your mouth and nose.

Bakugo froze and glaced back at you, shocked to see you back in the waking world, to see him beating the life out of a villain..

He dropped the man and ran to you, eyes glistening with tears. He kneeled by you scared to move your broken and bloodied body.

"W-we did it Y/N. You're gonna be fucking fine. You aren't allowed to leave me here got it dumbass?!" He reached for his GPS transmitter to get an ambulance out for you.

"H-hey, DONT YOU FUCKING BLACK OUT AGAIN. DONT FUCKING DO THIS TO ME Y/N" His desperate tone broke your heart but your body forced you to pass out again.

-

The beeping of a heart monitor is what finally woke you up. That and the sound of yelling and scuffling.

"GODDAMMIT IM FINE, LET ME SEE THEM!" Your lover burst through the door with two orderlies trying in vain to hold him back.

"Y-y/n.. y-You're finally awake!! Let me go you white coat BASTARDS" he turned to fight them off of him, adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

"Kacchan! It's fine! Stay in here with me and let them work on you.." your voice faltered with the morphine coursing through your beaten veins.

-

After the nurses left you two together he was uncharacteristically quiet.

The beeping of your monitor was deafening. The smell of disinfectant sickening. The way your lover refused to look at you, heartbreaking.

"why..." He muttered.

"Katsu, you know I couldn't let you take that full blast. Neither of us could.." you went into a coughing fit causing him to flinch with the wet sound.

"You shouldn't have done that you fucking idiot. I could've done something for you! I SHOULD'VE SAVED YOU Y/N" he cried into your bedsheets, gripping them with white knuckles that were too scared to touch your now frail body.

"Katsu.." you groaned as you moved your hand to comb through his hair which only made him weep harder.

"I'm going to be fine, Katsuki. I only have three broken ribs, a fractured femur, 18 stitches, and a mild concussion. But your crying is hurting more than all of that.. I know you'd do the same for me you idiot. The best thing we can do now is move on." You painfully flashed him that million dollar smile when he finally looked up at you.

"Y/n.. I promise this won't happen again.."

"It better not. That villains quirk relied on yours and you thought it was a good idea to go all in with explosions?" You laughed at his realization of his mega fuck up.

Midoriya

You two were out numbered and cornered. No matter how many you two managed to take down more just kept coming.

You might've misjudged how big this gang really was. They all carried some kind of weapon and of course they all have their own quirks so close combat was a last resort for you and Deku.

You both knew you had to leave and get help, the only problem was you were in a dead end alleyway and the only way out was up.

"Y/N! Be ready to jump to tha-"

It all happened in a blink of an eye. Once Izuku looked to you to tell you his plan a villain saw an opening. He was carrying a machete that seemed to break the sound barrier toward your boyfriend's neck. You grabbed Midoriyas arm with adrenaline powered force and yanked him away but your upper arm caught the blade.

That's deep.. fuck..

Izuku choked back his emotions and just flung you over you over his shoulder and used OFA to run up the wall.

The last thing you remember before succumbing to the shock and blood loss was the panic in his face and the darting of his eyes to presumably find help.

-

You woke up in a hospital bed feeling woozy. You tried to sit up only to have Izuku gently coax you to lay back down.

"Y-y/n you need to lay down, ok? We're both safe. We're in a hospital." He was trying to hold back tears at the sight.

You needed 9 deep tissue stitches and nearly 23 surface stitches and a blood transfusion.

Your arm was wrapped tightly with gauze to halt the bleeding. Now the only big worry was infection.

"Are you ok, Izuku?.." you weakly groaned as you looked for injuries on him.

"I just have some scratches and a few cuts, y-y/n-n..." He couldn't hold it any longer.

He broke down into tears as he held your hand to his cheek.

He apologized between sobs saying how he shouldn't have left himself to be so open and that he blamed himself for getting you hurt.

All you could've done was gently rub his cheek and smile reassuringly.

"Izuku, honey, we were in a rough situation. Things didn't go according to plan and we were flying blind. I wasn't about to let you take that hit." You wiped away some tears that were rolling down his cheek gingerly and pinched his cheek gently.

"Now stop crying, I feel fine."

"Sorry to interrupt, Y/N L/N." A nurse entered and fiddled with your morphine drip.

"Since you're no longer in critical condition we're taking you off morphine and on painkiller pills."

Well, you did feel fine.

Todoroki

Ragged breaths filled the air. The smell and tased of hot copper filled the air. The burning pain in your abdomen hit you suddenly as you buckled over in pain.

You two were just out shopping for the holidays and a mugger thought to hold you two up, but panicked and pulled the trigger.

"I-I didn't mean to shoot her!!" The man backed away frantically looking for an escape route from your bi-colored lover. His flames burned hot into the alleyway openings, swirling with a lively anger. His ice created spike walls who were seemingly unfazed by the inferno surrounding it.

The gunshot wound paired with the temperature change forced your body to shut down and hit the ground.

-

You woke up to Todoroki giving you a piggyback to the nearest hospital. His pace jogging to prevent further injury but still rushing you to help.

"Sh-oto.." you could feel the blood pooling on the back of his shirt.

"Don't say anything Y/N, we're almost to a hospital!"

Bystanders stared at you two causing you to realize the gravity of the situation.

"Are you ok, Shoto..."

"Yes, but we're still going to the ER. Goddamit." He growled at his own panic as the hospital doors slid open.

Nurses and doctors rushed over asking questions to which, Todoroki only gave short chopped answers. When someone tried getting you off his back he couldn't help but squeeze you harder and prevent them from taking you away from him, but his senses came back and helped you on a gurney.

He couldn't even answer the other nurses questions as he watched them rush you to the OR wing.

-

"-sure to make her drink fluids and soft foods for two weeks. Her bandages need to be changed twice daily and her wound needs to be rinsed with hydrogen peroxide for each bandage change." The white robed man lectured Todoroki who was just staring at a jar.

He only noticed you were awake when the doctor left the room and you shifted slightly.

"How are you feeling." He hid the jar on the floor and tried to keep his eyes focused on yours and not the bindings on your stomach.

"I've been better. Although.. I do feel better than that time we had dinner with your father."

He couldn't help but chuckle at your joke. Jokes were a good sign.

"You we're right Y/n, the bullet missed every organ and major artery, but it got stuck in your hip bone."

"I told you Shoto" you grinned at him to try to make him relax a bit more. You could tell he was still tunnel visioned by the way his eyes continuously glanced at the floor.

"Did they let you keep the bullet?" He shot his eyes up at you and debating on answering.

"Well, let's see it!" You were gleaming which finally made his brain relax.

You two were safe.

Dabi

Of course Dabi just had to start a bar fight.

Some lowlife dude was supposedly eyeing you like a piece of meat, according to Dabi. So what did he do? Slammed his head into the mahogany table promptly breaking his nose. Which then made the people who were with him want to fight, which cause other people to get caught in the crossfire, which sparked an all out brawl.

Dabi was never the smartest, but he was the most protective person you've ever seen. And he loved showing you how powerful he was.

But when he threw some poor son of a bitch out of the window, one of his buddies put you in a headlock.

You struggled against his grip but stopped once you saw him holding a chunk of glass to your throat.

"Dabi!" You cried out when he added a bit of pressure to your neck. You could feel your heartbeat push the glass slightly.

His eyes were transfixed on the sight before him.

"Tch, what a pussy move, threatening a man's girl." He sounded calm but you knew he was fuming, hell you could see smoke forming in his palms.

"Stay back or I'll fucking slit her pretty little throat, zombie!" The man was terrified of your boyfriend, you could tell by the way his hands was shaking.

Dabi held his hands to his sides and slowly brought them up to his head.

"Alright, you got me. Though it is pretty pathetic to grab a chick. We we're all just having a nice little bar fight, but, whatever."

Dabi watched your hand slowly reach for your back pocket and smirked.

"All of your friends are either dead, unconscious, or ran away. You're all alone here. If you just let her go I'll let you run too."

"SHUT THE HELL UP, FREAK!" The man tightened his grip and slid the glass slightly against your throat causing blood to trickle down to your collar.

He shuffled you both closer to the exit still holding a firm grip on you.

"If you just let her go you can leave. Don't be stupid." Dabi reached for a cigarette that was on the table causing the man to focus on his hand. Dabi sure was making a fine distraction.

Your lovers blue flames lit the cigarette tip causing the man to start to lose his mind.

"Don't fucking use your quirk or she dies! You hear me fucker?! One wrong move and she's fuckin-"

You finally made your move and shoved your switchblade into his side causing him to drop the glass and stumble backwards. You grabbed him in the same fashion he did to you and placed your blade on his neck.

You and Dabi made eye contact and he smirked at your power play. With one swift motion you slit his throat. He crawled towards the door before he collapsed, gasping through a malfunctioned windpipe.

"It takes about thirty seconds for the human body to bleed out through their jugular. Enjoy the next 23 seconds." You walked towards a table and grabbed a napkin to stop your own bleeding.

Dabi let out a long whistle, "damn babe, what took you so long. You could've gotten real hurt there. I don't think I could live on without your cookin'." He made his way over to you, stepping over bodies and broken glass.

"Let me take a look." He peeled your hand away from your neck and cleaned it up a bit to get a better look. He growled softly and heated his finger up.

"Hold still baby, I promise I'll be gentle." He smirked and started to cauterize the slit. You were in pain sure but his seemingly fire filled eyes kept you entranced.

"Any deeper and you would've had to borrow some of my staples, hot stuff."

Despite his flirty nature he was scared.

When you two got back to your shared apartment he trapped you in your own bed by laying on top of you. He kissed the opposite side of your neck and made his way to your chest.

"Man, I'm the luckiest son of a bitch.."

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Aliens. Think about it.

Akashi heard the door slam. The forced eviction of shoes from feet and landing in thuds against the wall that definitely wasn’t the place for shoes and the loud wheeze of the couch as Furihata flung himself bodily onto the couch face down on the cushions. Akashi didn’t say anything. 

“Welcome.” Well, until now, anyway. 

The couch groaned. Okay Furihata groaned but it was fun and dramatic to say ‘the couch groaned’. Akashi bit the inside of his cheek at his own joke. Nobody got how funny he was. Not even Furihata. Who would look at him with a small barely-there smile and that exasperated and yet …….sort of fond look on his face when he made a pun. Like he was saying ‘Why do I even put up with you when you are so ridiculous’ without actually saying it. Akashi always pretended to be annoyed by it but secretly he liked it when Furihata smiled that smile at him. Not that he would ever say that out loud.

Just thinking about that smile made Akashi’s chest squeeze a little too tightly. He wondered if he had picked up a disease on this planet. That would be bothersome. Perhaps he should summon Mibuchi. 

“-you would think they would know by now. But, nope!-” Furihata was saying something, or more like, moaning something into the couch cushion and Akashi moved with his new ‘legs’ - humans had ten toes only ten toes oh gosh no wonder Furihata kept tripping on flat surfaces for absolutely no reason! - and sat gingerly on the armrest near Furihata’s head. “I am so tired of this goddamit. Four years. Four years, Akashi! Of being step-siblings with that savage beast and not once did he have a good word for me. Not once-” 

Furihata continued mumbling and muffling his words into the cushion and Akashi tried his level-best to understand - he had been studying the habits of humans from the ‘TV’ Furihata had shown him how to use and almost all those ‘Kaydrama’ that ran on it said you should pat ‘head’ repeatedly and softly and make ‘mhm’ noises. And Akashi was nothing but a good, diligent, student. He patted Furihata’s head softly and repeatedly and made ‘mhm’ sounds in regular intervals. 

He wondered how human hair could be so soft and fluffy and nice against his ‘hand skin’ and when he had asked about it, Furihata had blushed and fled, muttering about ‘oblivious idiot’ and ‘no filter for fuck’s sake’. Akashi hadn’t known what to make of it. 

Furihata tapered off and Akashi didn’t stop patting his head. He was beginning to like it. A bit. More than a bit. Hmm. This may need some study. Akashi crossed his legs and hummed a tune he had heard on the TV. It was terrible and had jarred his hearing when he had heard the first time but it had somehow gotten stuck in his head and he found himself, to his utter horror, humming it often. He shot a vicious glare at the TV as if it was its fault. Which it totally was. Obviously.

Furihata caught it, “Are you still mad at the TV?” 

“It knows, Kouki. It knows. It is cackling in glee at making me do its bidding.”

Furihata sighed and shook his head ruefully, “It……doesn’t. I don’t know how many times I need to-”

“Yes, yes its an ‘appliance’ that runs on eclekti-city but how do you explain it knows what shows I want to watch? How do you explain how it knows which day it is today and what is happening somewhere so far away?” Akashi shot another glare at the TV that is definitely turned off, and obviously pretending to be innocent. “Sorcery, I tell you. Black Magic. The Prophets back home will be stunned to discover such Higher Power resides on Earth at every home. How easy it was to control humans. I am surprised you have lasted this long without an invasion.”

“Soooooo, how does news travel in your planet?”

“Telepathy, of course. If something is to be known to someone or to a group at large, we just convey through our minds. Our Lifelines are connected to the Priestesses in Power. If someone is in danger or in need of help, they know immediately.” Akashi shrugged and resumed patting Furihata’s head. He didn’t want to think about stopping anytime soon. 

He switched gears when he realised he has conveyed things regarding his kind. He was here to study humans, not the other way around. “Well, that doesn’t matter now. You tell me who upset you.” Akashi stops, and nearly breaks his neck when he turns to Furihata, “Wait, should I take care of it? I can, of course, but I am not permitted to harm humans. Unless under life threatening circumstances. Was your life threatened? Were you in physical danger? Where does your step-sibling dwell?” Akashi starts to get up when Furihata grabs him back onto the couch.

“No, no, nonono, I am fine. Here see! All limbs accounted for. Nothing to worry about.” Furihata hurries to placate him. God knows what Akashi was capable of. Mibuchi had said Akashi was their leader and being a leader meant he was powerful to a great extent, right? Either way, Furihata didn’t want to find out. 

Akashi looked scary enough with the fiery red hair and eyes that blazed deep into your soul. Furihata secretly loved them. They were so expressive and intense and he felt pleasant shivers go through him every time Akashi made eye-contact. Which was often, what with them living together. It was disastrous for his heart. Was it Alien Magic? It must be Alien Magic. No human alive made him feel that way. “I was….just thinking about how……people whom you care about should …….you know, what’s that word? Um….. Reciprocate? Yeah, that’s the one. Reciprocate.”

Akashi looked confused. And when he was confused he tilted his head to the side with his eyes looking all adorable and red hair falling artfully over his face that Furihata couldn’t stand it. No one could stand it. He melted. He had a hard time believing this was indeed an alien living in house for a reconnaissance mission but all he knew was this cute too-beautiful-to-be-true guy who looked adorably confused all the fucking time. Dammit. It was so not good for his heart. 

“I mean,” Furihata said, “If you like someone, family or otherwise, you would….want to know things about them, right? Things they tell, things they don’t tell but you know that’s how they are and all that.”

Akashi considered, “Like how you don’t like towels on the bathroom floor?” 

“Exactly! Yes!” Furihata smiled, relieved. Akashi smiled back. It was wonderful to see Furihata smile like that. At him. Like Akashi did something to put it there. And that the effort had paid off. It made Akashi’s chest puff up in pride. “That’s what I meant about things that people don’t particularly say, but they like it that way anyway. If you care about someone you should take the effort to know, for example, how they take their tea, you know? That’s common knowledge.”

“Too much milk and too much sugar.” Akashi answered promptly. 

Furihata stopped and stayed silent and sat up and faced Akashi slowly, “What?”

“Too much milk and too much sugar,” Akashi repeated slowly as if Furihata hadn’t heard him the first time. He missed petting Furihata’s head. Not that he would voice it out loud. “That’s how you take your tea. Although it makes me slightly scared that you don’t exercise at all and still have that much sugar for your daily intake-”

“Wait, what?”

“I said, that much sugar-”

“I didn’t mean that! I meant…..why would you know how I take…” Furihata looked wild, face pinking all of a sudden. Akashi wondered what caused it. “My tea…how? I-why?”

“You said it yourself,” Akashi informed, confused, tilting his head again and Furihata wants to gnash his teeth at the adorableness of it all. Furihata’s heart is fluttering like a mad hummingbird and he knew his face was blushing a color rivaling Akashi’s hair. Akashi continued, blissfully ignoring the crisis he was putting Furihata through, “If you care about someone, you know how they take their tea.”

Oh.

Akashi’s eyes went wide as he realised what he had said.

Akashi felt himself color, felt his blood rush to his face and tips of his ears, he knew he was pinking up just like Furihata. He braved himself to look at Furihata and promptly colored harder when he saw Furihata smiling at him. Smiling like Akashi was the single most important thing in the world. In Furihata’s world. Too wide and too bright. Sucking in all of the light from the room and shining like a beacon. Eyes crinkling in the corners and dimples on both cheeks. It must hurt but Furihata doesn’t seem to be in any pain. All the pain seemed to be in Akashi’s chest. Strange. 

“Its….Its hard not to,” Akashi felt the need to say something, anything to make Furihata stop smiling at him like that. It was making the insides of his body all tingly and jittery. He should get himself checked. Maybe he was malfunctioning.

Furihata laughed and it was a delightful sound. All light and happy and carefree. And Akashi couldn’t help but pink harder and felt his chest tightening further, nearly choking him. That was until Furihata said softly, almost reverently, “I care about you too, Sei.”

It took a full minute before his brain processed the words but when it did, Akashi felt his face split in half with the force of his smile. Staring wondrously at the dark pink Furihata was sporting on his face and knowing he was in the same state possibly, he made a note to check both of them up with Mibuchi at the earliest. 

But for now, he was feeling satisfyingly happy and light and carefree to sit here on an old wheezing lumpy couch with the human he cared for. And who cared for him back. 

[HAPPY AKAFURI DAY!!! Thanks to @glyphmax for giving me this wonderful prompt

[changseobbing-blog]

A Sweet Surprise

Exo Fanfiction

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Word Count: 3.5kish

Fluff

Creative Collaborator: @pikayeollie (thank you so much for helping me plot this tort-*cough*-i mean GIFT)

A/N: This was written for my good friend and smol celtic hoe @yeolology who’s birthday has just passed. I hope you had an amazing weekend (despite the hangover lol noob) and WELCOME TO ADULT HELL, meet you in spoons for a purple rain m8 <3 

Today felt like any other Saturday. You sleep in and when you check your texts there's nothing waiting for you. Your best friends are busy this weekend with other commitments. Naya has singing lessons all day and Jenna has had to go home for some family function. You try not to feel disappointed but you can’t shake seem to shake it. Your friends aren’t bad people but it still hurts.

Today is your birthday and your friends didn’t remember.

You aren’t a materialistic person. You weren’t expecting any elaborate gifts or a crazy party but your heart sinks when you aren’t greeted with the usual birthday texts. They’d usually make you a silly card with all your terrible pictures and you’d spend the evening together (and usually the following hungover morning).

You knew they didn’t mean it. Naya has become increasingly busy approaching the exam season with her students and Jenna had been getting over the flu.

You decide you won’t bother telling them, you don’t want them to feel bad or upset about it. What’s one birthday evening out of them many you’d celebrate with them, you’ll just enjoy the morning with your family and an evening pampering yourself.

So you throw on some clothes and head out to meet your family for brunch. You have a great time catching up with your family and you already feel better. One of the gifts from your family is a set of luxurious bath bombs and expensive face masks and you’re already looking forward to a pamper evening and movie marathon with your pet hamster.

After you say goodbye to your family and oddly fail at convincing your brother to join you for a few drinks at the pub you resign yourself to heading home. You enjoy a long bath and settle on the sofa with your favourite movie.

You are startled all of a sudden by someone banging on your front door. Sitting up you realise you’d fallen asleep halfway through the second movie, must have been the effects of the bath bomb.

You wipe some drool from the side of your mouth, peeling your body off the sofa to find out who’s playing the drums on the door. You should have been able to guess but the moment you unlock the door it’s being pushed open and two people are barging in.

“Well about fucking time, we’ve been knocking for ages!” Jenna shouts exasperatedly as pulls you into a hug with Naya grinning behind her, both their arms full of bags.

You follow them dumbstruck as they dump everything onto the coffee table and Naya turns towards you offering you an envelope.

“Happy Birthday Biatch” she smiles warmly and you laugh as you open it to find the birthday card covered with the terrible photo’s that had found yourself missing.

“I thought you guys forgot” you mumble in awe, as you read the cheesy messages written by each of your friends.

They share a knowing smirk with each other as Jenna thrusts a bag into your hand.

“I’m actually offended” she mocks, feigning outrage.

“You think we’re that shitty that we’d make other plans and ditch you!?” she exclaims while waving her arms around dramatically.

“As if we’d pretend to forget and spend that time setting up for the greatest of your birthday evenings” Naya shrugs feigning innocence as she plops down on your sofa.

“Doesn’t sound like us at all” Jenna concludes leaning smugly against the wall.

Your mouth falls open. They’re unbelievable.

“Well, what are we doing!?” you demand.

“Step one, you’re going to change into that dress” Jenna answers excitedly nodding towards the bag you’re still clutching.

You open it and find the dress you’ve had your eye on for the longest time. You had been indecisive about getting it, a little unsure if you could pull it off. You look up at your friends in shock again but before you can say anything else Naya is thrusting another bag into your hands.

“Step two, you’re going to match that dress with these shoes and this clutch. Then we’re all going to get ready together, head out to dinner and make sure we come back as drunk as we can get”

“So where are we going?” you ask, walking into your bedroom to change. The dress fits perfectly and when you return your friends are cheering and wolf whistling before forcing you to take a seat so they can start doing your hair and makeup.

“That my friend, is a surprise” Jenna winks.

                                                        / / /

A couple of hours of pampering and a bottle of wine later, you are all in the back of a cab on your way to the first secret location. Jenna and Naya refusing to give anything away. When you arrive you practically yell.

You’ve pulled up outside ‘Loey’s Little Italy’. A new Italian restaurant that opened in your city, it had the best reviews for its food. What was interesting was the popularity of the dessert’s the restaurant produced.

The actual waiting list for a reservation is 3 months long emphasising the demand and exclusivity of the restaurant and you wouldn’t have even guessed this was where you would end up tonight.

“How?” you gasp,

Jenna points at Naya who is walking nervously up the street. Checking her reflection in one of the windows and correcting some of the tousled curls in her hair.

“Oh my god is this where the new boyfriend works?” You start to piece things together. “You didn’t have to go that far just to get us a table” you tease giggling as your friend looks at you flusteredly.

“His name is Jongdae and he’s the head chef, when I mentioned you’d wanted to come here he told me to pick a date. He runs it with his best friend. I can’t wait for you guys to meet him and to try the food...anyway less talky more walky” she cuts off, dragging you and Jenna towards the entrance.

As you enter the restaurant you can’t believe how contrastingly different it is to its exterior. It wasn’t how you imagined. Outside was very unassuming, keeping in trend with the modernised part of town it was situated in. There were large glass windows with lamps arranged in front of black curtains giving a mysterious air to the restaurant. The entrance comprised of glossy black doors and the name of the restaurant above them in bold cursive.

Inside was more rustic. It was smaller than you had pictured, it couldn’t have more than 20 tables spread around the dining area. There were natural tones of browns and cream. Some of the walls were bare brick adorned with chalkboards of the evening's specials and the rest had shelves containing wine bottles and jars filled with different types of pasta.

There was a soft glow around the room from delicate glass chandeliers that hung from the ceiling and incandescent candles lit in the windowsills. Overall it had a relaxed welcoming ambience.

You are greeted by a handsome blonde man who introduces himself as Baekhyun your server for the evening. He’s dressed in black tailored trousers, a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a grey waistcoat. When Naya gives her name for the reservation he whistles and informs her that she’s way too pretty for his boring friend Jongdae before beckoning you all to follow him to your table.

You can’t hide your delight when you notice the table has been decorated with banners and balloons, pulling your friends into a tight hug.

“So this is where you’ve been all day” you muse.

You take your seats and Jenna drapes a ‘Birthday Girl’ sash over your head as Naya pulls a customised wine glass with your name on it out of nowhere.

They really are well prepared.

You each are given a wine menu and you flick through the extensive list of foreign wine exchanging unsure looks with your friends.

You can’t locate your usual brand and upon seeing your confusion Baekhyun chuckles and asks you more questions about what kind of wine you prefer.

“I sourced most of the wine from Italy, so if you let me know what you like I'm sure I can find a wine to suit your taste” he explains with a proud smile.

“Surprise us” Jenna winks and you snicker at her weak attempts to flirt.

Baekhyun seems oblivious and bounces away to retrieve his top choice.

“Let’s just order a bunch of different food and share” Naya suggests, closing the menu and grabbing a roll from the bread basket “Then we get a chance to try everything”.

You and Jenna agree and discuss exactly what to get just in time for Baekhyun to return with the wine.

He explains it’s an ‘Avignonesi Vin Santo Di Montepulciano’ from the Tuscany region but you all just conclude that it’s delicious. Naya takes charge of the food order, listing off each dish you want to try.

“I’m always impressed by girls who can eat well, I’ll put this in for the kitchen to start preparing right away” he grins and strides away confidently.

“That is a very nice ass” Jenna comments eyes wandering after Baekhyun as Naya fills everyone’s wine glass to the brim.

                                                            * * *

Chanyeol is busy mixing up a batch of cream frosting when Baekhyun bursts through the kitchen doors. In his attempt to not drop his mixing bowl as he jumps back startled he manages to knock over a carton of eggs.

“Goddamit Baek!” he shouts out as he puts the bowl in the fridge to set and begins to clean up the floor. One of the servers offers to do it for him but he shakes his head with a smile. When he started the restaurant with his friends they all agreed to be fully involved and he was going to stick to it.

His passion has always been desserts and baking. He went to culinary school and worked as an apprentice with one of the best pastry chefs in the city, but was always dreaming about one day opening his own restaurant or bakery.

His best friend from culinary school Jongdae share a similar dream but he was always more interested in producing the best Italian cuisine with the simplest ingredients. So they took a trip to Italy after graduating to further research and immerse themselves in the culture.

On the way, they had met Baekhyun in Piedmont while he was on a business trip sourcing regional Italian wines and they decided to open a restaurant together. He was brought out of his thoughts by Baekhyun.

“Your girlfriend is in the restaurant Dae, nice to see she wasn’t a figment of your imagination this time” Baekhyun announces handing Jongdae a sheet of paper with a table's order.

Chanyeol snorts as he wipes up the last of the yolk from the ground and moves to wash his hands.

Jongdae completely oblivious to the insult from Baekhyun starts smoothing his hair down in the reflection of a saucepan causing some of the kitchen staff to laugh.

"This is a good selection of food" Jongdae muses as he reads back the order and expedites to his team of chefs.

"Actually it's for your girlfriend's table" Baekhyun adds before he gasps "You didn't promise her a free meal did you?" He accuses jokingly.

Chanyeol chuckles and joins in the conversation "If she’s putting up with Dae we better offer some form of discount” He teases “Didn't they order the birthday cake?"

Jongdae nods cheerfully "Yep, it's for Naya's friends birthday. That reminds me, I should probably go say hi and wish her friend a happy birthday, you should come out and finally meet her".

When he enters the restaurant his eyes are drawn to you immediately. He feels increasingly nervous as Jongdae strides ahead to a beaming girl with wild black curly hair and rich mocha skin, he notices how much his best friend adores her as he wraps her in a tight hug and turns to greet her friends.

His eyes focus back to you and he feels his palms begin to sweat, you're incredibly beautiful. Time seems to slow down as he approaches. You’re chuckling behind your hand at something Jongdae is saying and then your gaze lands on him. He almost trips as he gets closer to the table. Your dark hair has hints of purple reflecting the light, stopping just past your shoulders. Bright blue eyes blink at him, framed by long lashes.

When you smile he feels his stomach flip and he pleads with his brain not to let him say anything embarrassing. He has enough time to gather words before stepping forward and introducing himself to the table. Jongdae immediately starts boasting about Chanyeol and their friend and his baking abilities and he feels self-conscious as you watch him nodding along interestedly.

You introduce yourself to him with a dazzling smile, your voice sweet and friendly. He almost wants to pinch himself to confirm that you really exist and aren’t a figment of some elaborate dream.

Your eyes sparkle as he wishes you a happy birthday. Your button nose scrunches is the most adorable way and your lips look soft as you bite your lip in what he assumes is a habit.

Everything about you is unfair and everything about you compels him to want to know more about you.

The warmth in his chest spreads as you gush about all the good things you’d heard about the restaurant and how excited you are to be able to try all the food tonight. He asks you a few questions about yourself, mixing in the odd question to your other friends to try not to seem too obvious.

Jongdae kisses Naya’s hand and announces he should be getting back to make sure the food ordered is cooking and on its way, Chanyeol follows Jongdae's leads and excuses himself from the table, he has a cake to finish and he’s determined to make it his best work.

                                                             * * *

Your eyes follow Chanyeol as he strides back to the kitchen. You felt inexplicably drawn to him the instant you sensed him approaching the table. He was so tall, dressed in the same black pants as Baekhyun but wearing a white short-sleeved chef's jacket that fit his lean but broad frame well.

You think your favourite part of him was his ears, the way they stuck out underneath his chef's cap. Framing his dimpled cheeks and warm brown eyes. You very interested in his desserts you decide, perhaps you could order him for dessert?

Jenna seems to have read your mind as she whispers in your ear “You should order yourself a slice of that later, he couldn’t take his eyes off you”.

You giggle, there is no way he’d be looking at you, but it doesn’t stop you from gossip like schoolgirls over how good looking the owners are and how disgustingly adorable Naya and Jongdae make as a couple.

The food has you feeling euphoric. You can only describe it as an explosion of flavour taking over your mouth. Everything tastes fresh. Each dish lightly but complexly flavoured, rather than drowned in sauce like most of the Italian places in the city.

Before you know it, the plates are clear and you’re nearly through the second bottle of wine. Jenna and Naya are in the midst of a heated debate over the pronunciation of ‘gif’ and you’re sitting comfortably enjoying the ambience of the restaurant. There’s a full house tonight but the atmosphere is relaxed. You decide this is your new favourite place and daydream about the handsome dessert chef with large ears and dazzling smile.

You jump suddenly when Naya covers your eyes.

“Time for your final surprise” she whispers excitedly and you hear a collection of footsteps gathering around you.

When you’re able to see again the first person you see is Chanyeol. Smiling toothily at you as he places the most beautiful cake you’ve ever seen in front of you. It’s covered in cream and decorated with a mixture of berries. He’s used blackberries as the main fruit to spell out ‘Happy Birthday’ and you wonder if it's fate that he’s chosen your favourite fruit.

“Hey Chanyeol, does it feel strange about to sing happy when yours is so close?” asks Baekhyun with his head tilted to the side.

You almost didn’t notice Baekhyun, Jongdae and some of the waiting staff are standing around the table. You do however instantly recognise the mischievous glint in Jenna’s eyes. She suddenly places her hands on Chanyeol’s back and pushes the confused looking man into the seat next to you and claps her hands together.

“Then we might as well sing to them both” she declares.

Jongdae nods approvingly and Baekhyun is practically bouncing with excitement. Before Chanyeol even gets a chance to protest Naya leads the group into singing your joint birthday song.

You both exchange sheepish glances in the mutual feeling of embarrassment. You try to focus and appreciate your friends' efforts and glance around again at the streamers and banners they’ve laid out for you. You observe Jongdae and Naya, singing in perfect harmony with each other and grin at the cute couple.

You snicker at Jenna’s overdramatic tone deaf singing and hear a rich chuckle coming from Chanyeol beside you. He leans his shoulder into yours to whisper a funny remark in your ear about Baekhyun and you giggle harder. Your heart beats increases when his shoulder remains pressing against yours.

Baekhyun is yelling the song without a care as he tries to encourage the rest of the wait staff who mumble the words mundanely like they just want to escape.

The whole situation is comical but you will always look back on this as the best birthday you’ll experience.

It’s the birthday you realise your friends are the greatest and most embarrassing humans you know.

It’s the birthday you meet Park Chanyeol, renowned dessert chef and incredibly handsome dork.

It’s the birthday he nervously asks you for your number.

It’s the birthday you meet your soulmate.

[bloodandcream]

Title: Snowed-In

Pairing: Megstiel

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 2,875

-

“Goddamit.”

Meg slows down to even less than the legal speed limit, her shitty Geo slipping all over the street and she can barely see more than a few feet ahead of her car. Thick, white snow whips around the car, wind buffeting her and it’s not helping the whole staying in her lane thing. Fuck, she can’t even see the lane lines anymore.

She should have just left work early, even if meant getting a write-up for her shitty attendance.

Braving through the snow storm as she slows to around ten miles an hour, Meg starts to gradually feel fear that this all a very bad idea and she should get off the road. But there’s nowhere to get off to, and she’s not really keen on freezing to death in her p.o.s. car. Steadily, carefully, she inches forward until a bright sunshine logo is almost dead at her left side.

The gas-pump island lights of a Gas’N’Sip are like a lighthouse beacon, and Meg’s not sure if she’s actually pulling into the place or just bumping up over the curb, but she gets close to the front door and doesn’t care if she’s parked in a spot or not because there are no other cars here.

Shit, not even an employee’s car. But the whole place is lit up, maybe they park in the back.

Meg wrestles her door against the wind, and the snow is up past her ankles when she gets out. Trudging to the door, she’s relieved when it opens, but still grumpy because it’s a shitty fucking situation.

There’s no one in the small convenience store. Maybe they high-tailed it out of there when the storm came and forgot to lock up. Pulling out her cellphone, Meg checks and of course there’s no reception. She’s in the middle of fuckall nowhere on a country road between the industrial complex where she works and her apartment, stuck in a gas station store, and no-one’s here. Well, hey, hopefully they at least have the beer stocked, might be a fun night.

As she’s heading down an aisle, snagging a pack of beef jerky on the way to the coolers, a door to the back swings open. The shelves are shoulder-height, and everything in the tiny store is within sight. An employee wearing his blue vest comes in with a heavy box, setting it down on the counter, pulling jars of peanuts out.

“Hey,” Meg calls.

He jumps, knocking a jar to ground noisily but at least it doesn’t break.

“Uh. Hello. Can I help you find something?”

Meg makes her way back up the aisle towards the counters, “Yeah, my shitty car can’t get through this storm and I’ve got no cell reception, what about you?”

Squinting, he looks outside like he’s not sure if she actually has a car, like maybe she just popped into existence here like a witch. He pulls a phone out of his pocket, an honest to god flip phone, and checks it with a frown.

“No, I have no reception.”

“Do you guys have a landline or something?” Meg asks.

“Yes. Who are you going to call?”

“I don’t know,” Meg throws her hands up, “A tow guy or something?”

He walks to the glass doors, looking out at the storm.

“This storm has gotten very bad.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Who would even come out here?”

Groaning, Meg leans against the counter. She hadn’t thought of that. “I don’t know, I’m sure someone can make it through the storm, my car’s just a piece of shit. Hey, what do you drive?”

“I walk here.”

“Great, I’m going to get some food.”

Meg picks up a pack of Combos to go with her jerky, gets a Steel Reserve from the cooler, and pays the cashier with her credit car. At least he’s cute to look at, hair neatly combed to the side, wide blue eyes avoiding looking at her, and Meg can think of a few things to do to pass the storm.

-

He’s fucking stocking the shelves. In the middle of the storm, with a stranded, bored woman who keeps leaning over near him so her shirt falls open a bit.

And he’s stocking the shelves.

“This place open twenty-four-seven?”

“Yes,” he replies.

“When do you usually get off?”

“Five a.m.”

“Do the plow trucks usually come by then?”

“I’m not sure, I’m new here.”

“Great.”

Meg’s hopped up on the counter, and although he’s complained a few times, it’s the best seat in the house to watch him as he works. The jeans he’s got on look fucking great on his ass.

-

“Come on, Steve, I’m bored.”

Everything in the store is organized into tidy lines, the shelves full, and Meg’s flipped through a few of the cheap gossip magazines, and he’s still trying to avoid her by keeping busy.

There’s something fascinating about the full cigarette shelves, apparently. Steve keeps his back to her, shoulders tense.

“My name isn’t Steve.”

“That’s what your name patch says.”

Meg rolls her eyes, picking up a snickers from the front candy display, bracing her elbows on the counter so her tits practically fall out of her shirt as she eats with obscene suggestion.

“It’s someone else’s vest, I haven’t been here long enough to get my own.”

Meg ‘hms’, reaching out to snag the corner of the blue vest and tug not-Steve closer to her, licking sticky chocolate from the corner of her mouth.

“So, what’s your name?”

He squints at her, lips pursing. “Have you paid for that?”

-

Several hours in, the lights flicker and the power goes out.

“Shit.”

Castiel groans.

About all that she’s gotten out of this guy was his name. Meg hasn’t given up, but she has found a deck of cards among the wealth of goods in the shitty store that’s twenty square foot and not enough space to even pace in without making Castiel nervous so that he disappears into the back. So she’s playing solitaire on the counter, hips pushed back, watching him out of the corner of her eyes.

He straightens and looks up to the ceiling lights as they flicker off, as if it might just be an offending bulb and not the entire goddam store that’s just gone dark.

“Well, that’s fun.” Meg says.

The last time she looked through the glass front doors, the snow has managed to bank up about three foot high, and the inside of the glass has started to frost over. Without power, there’s no heat. And it’s dark enough Meg can’t see her own hand in front of her face.

“I think we have flashlights,” Castiel says.

Meg hears him run into something, it sounds like he’s knocked a display case over.

Patting her hand around the impulse-buy section of the front counter, Meg finds a lighter and flicks it on. She doesn’t see the blue vest over Cas’ broad shoulders anywhere, and as she rounds a corner she finds him wrestling with a pile of potato chips.

“Lighter, that’s, a good idea too.”

“Flashlights are better, but we’ve got to find them first.”

The small bic flame is only good to see a few feet, dimly, but at least it’s not pitch black. Castiel pushes himself up and leads around the corner of an aisle, finding emergency supplies and ripping into a flashlight package.

“Don’t you guys have like, an emergency kit in the break-room or something?” Meg asks.

Blinking, Castiel looks up at her, ruined packaging in his hand.

“I… hadn’t thought of that.”

The flashlight comes with it’s own batteries, probably the cheap ones that’ll run out in a few hours, but he gets it turned on and Meg let’s the little bic flicker out.

“I’ll pay for this.” Castiel nods dutifully, and the two of them retreat to the break-room.

-

Meg’s not really sure what the insulative properties of paper towels are - or how long the air will last in a break-room that’s kind of just a glorified closet - it’s not like they’ve got a complete seal, but she’s bored and it’s almost fun to pretend they're in a survival movie or something. So they search the break-room, which she can cross in four steps. There’s a small folding table with two plastic folding chairs, and along the far wall is a line of counters that have a sink, mini fridge, and microwave.

They don’t find any extra flashlights, or candles, or basic emergency shit.

At least Meg brought her pack of cards back with her, and had the good forethought to snag a six pack too.

Settling down at the table, flashlight propped up like a lantern with it’s beam pointed towards the ceiling, Meg pops a beer and starts shuffling cards.

Cas is reviewing all the employee posters tacked to the wall, about safety and labor laws and sexual harassment. Like that’ll give him the answers what to do when he’s snowed in and the power’s out.

“Hey, come play some cards with me.”

Meg’s thinking strip poker.

“I’m still on the clock.” Castiel deadpans.

“Don’t you have like, an electronic time clock you swipe a badge in or something?”

He turns towards her, perplexed. “Yes?”

“Well if it’s electric, then it’s not working ‘cause the electricity is off, so you’re not on the clock.”

Sighing, he takes a seat across from her.

“You know how to play poker?” Meg asks.

“Yes.”

“Great, let’s play strip poker.”

“I thought the point of barricading ourselves in here was to conserve heat, and now you want to take your clothes off?”

“We can generate some body heat, baby.”

Meg smiles at him, and yeah, this is a lot more fun than she expected getting stranded to be.

“I,” his pretty eyes dart to the side, and he’s sitting rigidly in his chair, “I don’t know anything about you.”

Dealing out a hand for poker, Meg hums, “Let’s see, my favorite color is purple, my favorite food is pizza, and my favorite animal is snakes.”

She twists the cap off a beer and slides it over. It’s mildly surprising when Castiel drinks, draining half of it in one long gulp.

“Uh. My favorite food is peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, my favorite animal is guinea pigs, and I like all of the colors.”

“P.B. and J. huh? What kind of jelly?”

He smiles softly, and Meg must be getting somewhere because he can actually look her in the eyes now, and tells her, “Marmalade is one of my favorites, but I do like a little variety.”

-

Meg let him have the first few hands, taking off her jacket, her shoes, then her shirt. She was always one to lead by example. He’d removed his vest first, neatly folding it and setting it on the counter that was within arms reach in the tiny break-room. The flashlight made everything look eerie, sharper, the lines of his face and set of his eyes cast in weird angled shadows. He was still hot as fuck and Meg would be happy just to get his shirt off.

They played cards, and finished the beer, talked more about jam - apparently Cas like to make his by hand, when he had the supplies to. Bits of jewelry were discarded, they had a heated discussion about whether socks counted individually or as a pair, and the strangled noise that Cas made when Meg finally took off her bra was priceless.

She won another hand, and all he had left were the plain, white boxers he wore. He was nervous and tense, fingers fidgeting with the waistband. Meg stood and rounded the table, still wearing jeans - but she didn’t have any underwear on beneath, so she had to save those for last.

“You want some help with that?” She all but purred.

Bracing a hand on his shoulder, Meg leaned over him, messy hair tumbling over her shoulders and she watched as his eyes flicked down, up, down, up, to the side

“I, uh, I don’t usually, I don’t do this sort of thing.”

Sliding a leg across his lap, settling down on hard thighs, Meg smiled at him, curled her hands over his shoulders and brushed her thumbs in circles along the tense muscles.

“Are you gay?”

“No,” Castiel shook his head.

“Are you in a relationship?”

“No.”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

Nodding vigorously, wide eyed, he settled his hands on her hips. “Yes, please.”

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Meg leaned closer, kissing him gently, trying to handle him like a spooked animal. Little at a time, draw him out.

Softly, she kissed him, hands sliding down the warm skin of his bare arms. Pulling back after a moment, Meg licked her lips and rocked her hips in his lap, waiting for him to make the next move. Kiss her back. Undo her jeans.

She didn’t expect for him to slide his hands under her ass, haul her up and lay her flat on the table as he surged up over her, cards scattering to the ground and flashlight knocked over. Spreading his hands around her hips, he stroked up, grip firm and sure as he dipped, kissed across her chest, closed his mouth around a nipple. Shoving forward, he spread her legs wide and Meg locked her heels behind his back as he ground against her, hard and suddenly rough, needy.

It left her head spinning, the swift one-eighty he pulled.

“Knew you had it in you, champ,” Meg gasped.

Squeezing one breast with the wide spread of his hand, he bit her nipple and tugged. Meg arched off the table, crying out surprised, and really turned on.

Cas pushed up on one hand, the other still kneading her breast, calloused fingertips circling the bud of a nipple.

“I want your phone number after this.”

Meg blinked, the stupefied one now. “Huh?”

“I want to see you again.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Cas practically ripped her jeans off, getting them unbuttoned then dragging them down her thighs, the rolling beam of the flashlight shifting over the angles of his body, skin flushed, dark trail of hair  down to his boxers and the way they tented out was very promising.

Divested of her pants, Meg braced the balls of her feet on the edge of the wobbly, cheap table and spread her legs wide. If she were the praying type, she’d send one up that the table wouldn’t collapse underneath them.

Cas stared at her, biting his lip. It was flattering and all, but a girl had more needs than a museum piece.

“Get those off.” She told him.

Nodding, Cas pushed his boxers down, dick springing up against his belly and yeah, she definitely wanted his number. One time was not going to be enough.

“Condoms?” Cas asked.

“Shit, take the flashlight and grab some from the store.”

“I, that would be strange.”

“And fucking in the break-room isn’t?”

“Noted.”

Left in the darkness, Meg arched off the table and swept more cards from beneath her. Cas was back quickly, handing her the flashlight and Meg pointed it at his dick to watch him roll on the condom. She was going to be thinking about those hands for a while. Stretching her legs out, Meg squeezed them around his waist and pulled him closer, reaching up for him. Cas circled an arm under her back, hefted her up as he pushed inside and jack-hammered his hips, the table screeching over the floor as it juddered back.

Dropping the flashlight on the table, Meg gripped onto his arms, dragged her nails up to his shoulder, scratching down his back as he curled over her and buried his face between her tits. He bit and sucked and scraped the stubbled line of his jaw over sensitive skin and it left her swinging between soft pleasure and an edge of pain. It made her toes curl, pussy squeezing around his dick. Meg held on, yielded to the shove of his hips, the sharpness of his mouth, the heat of his skin, overwhelmed in the best way.

-

They shoved a few paper towels under the crack of the door afterward, curled up sticky-sweat skin to the linoleum floor, clothes draped over them in a pile. Meg wasn’t much of a cuddler, but with the heat off, yeah, the whole sharing body heat thing was completely practical.

Cas went all soft again, holding her lightly, combing his fingers through her hair and trailing them down the furrow of her spine.

“I want to take you out for a date.” He announced.

“Mm? We can just… fuck.”

“Do you like museums?”

“Not really.”

“What about movies.”

“I guess.”

“There’s an art expo in the park in two weeks.”

“Look, you don’t have to wine and dine me.”

“But I want to.”

Sighing as though put out, Meg pinched the soft give of Cas’ waist. “You’re a gentleman, huh?”

“Not as much as I’d like to think, apparently.”

“Just the right amount,” Meg said quietly, shifting closer, tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder. Maybe, just a pinch of gentleman wouldn’t be so bad, if she got his wild side too.