When you and Izuku started dating, you were as happy as could be. He was beyond sweet and caring, and helped you forget about the bad in your life. But after he introduces you to his mother, Inko, and you start to be a more frequent visitor at the Midoriya household, you realize it's starting to take a bigger affect on you than you thought it would. Why can't your mother be like that?
💥Bakugo Katsuki💥
Kirishimas Little Sister 🖤
You and Kirishima assumed everyone already knew. You guys hung out all the time, studied together, had hundreds of inside jokes that the stories for were far to old to tell. But when Kiri picks you up from your after school cuddle date with Bakugo to head off for the weekend for a family trip, you find out that apparently no one-- even your boyfriend of 3 months-- had any idea the two of you were actually twins.
⚡Denki Kaminari⚡
Truth Tells All (Hurt/Comfort, Fluff)
⛓Hitoshi Shinso⛓
Coming soon
🔥Shoto Todoroki❄
Dealing with a Karen 🖤💀
🌹Hawks🌹
You're all I have, Bird Brain 🖤🔪⛓
You watch your brother fight for his life on TV, and finally get a call from him afterwards
🐈⬛Aizawa🐈⬛
What are you going through
Coming out to Aizawa as non-binary (She/They) 🖤🔪⛓
~ I promise. (Comfort, fluff)
✋Shigaraki🤚
Without a doubt 🖤
Short Shiggy Drabble
💫Class 1-A💫
Smaller things that would happen with them as your boyfriend pt. 1 🖤🕷💀
Smaller things that would happen with them as your boyfriend pt.2 🖤🕷💀
Things I'd like to do with my friends that remind me of the MHA boys 🖤🕷💀 (this can be read romantically or platonically, whichever you'd like)
Shoji, Bakugo, and Tokoyami comforting you after a date gone wrong/you get stood up 🖤💀🕷(this can be read platonically or romantically)
⭐️JJBA⭐️
🖤BruAbba🖤
• Pretty? 🖤
Late one summer night, Bruno and Leone sit and talk. A question about Bruno’s hair leads to a nice discovery.
🤐Bucci Gang Series🤐
A series of stories where you’re the first person Bruno finds to join his gang and the adventures that happen as Bruno’s adoptive daughter!
There’s something different about us both.
When Bruno is walking home alone after a mission, he hears something that catches his attention… maybe it’s not a bad surprise though.
🖤Youtubers🖤
❤Markiplier❤
Coming soon
💙Crankgameplays💙
I love you, always 🖤
After a long day of filming Unus Aanus videos, Ethan just wants to come home to his love. As soon as he walks through the door, He's greeted by a sight that makes his heart swell.
(Father figure!Bruno Bucciarati X Child!Fem!Reader)
•When Bruno is walking home alone after a mission, he hears something that catches his attention… maybe it’s not a bad surprise though. (Roughly 1.6k words)
TW: not much tbh, short descriptions of blood and wounds as well as a very dirty and malnourished child
A/N: Heyyy!! Sooo this is the start of a series I’ve had bouncing around my brain for a while. Basically, reader and Bruno have a five year age gap, he finds her before any of the other gang members, and he basically adopts her. Reader has a healing Stand. This series won’t follow canon truly but is more so a mix between a self insert fix it fic and occasionally some crack fics. No part 5 spoilers in this part but I could touch on some stuff later on. In this one specifically, reader is 9 years old and Bruno is 14. If you guys have any requests for this series, my inbox is open! I hope you guys enjoy! 🖤
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Bruno Bucciarati, aged 14, has been apart of Passione for just under two years. He occupied his time doing odd jobs and missions from Palpo, familiarizing himself with how the gang worked, and training his Stand, Sticky Fingers. Tonight was no different. Or.. so Bruno thought.
It was late, almost 1 am, when Bruno was walking down the sidewalk. His loafers clicked against the damp concrete in time with his steps as his golden zippers jingled quietly. He was worn and bloody, but that never stopped him. While the mission he just finished was relatively easy, he did get scraped up along the way. A cut on his left cheekbone, a stab through his right bicep, and a bleeding gash on his left hip. The silken suit he wore was dusty and ripped, much out of the norm compared to its typical pristine appearance.
As Bruno made his way into an alleyway to catch his breath, he leaned against the chilly brick wall with a heavy exhale. With one swish of his right pointer finger, Sticky Fingers was summoned and zipped up the gash on his hip which was the one bleeding the most. He was already tired, using his Stand wasn’t the smartest move right now, but he had to stop the bleeding until he could get back to his house.
That was until there was some rustling further into the alleyway he was currently seeking shelter in. Bruno froze, eyes snapping open as his body went ridged. He was strong but in the state he was in right now? Holding his own would be fairly difficult.
His fear didn’t last long though when he heard… a sniffle? And.. was that a hiccup?
From behind one of the trash cans in the back corner of the alley, a small form crawled out. Messy, knotted, matted hair and arms that were far too skinny, dull eyes and a wobbling bottom lip.
A child. A small, clearly orphaned and uncared for little girl. She couldn’t have been older than, what, 9? Bruno knew this wasn’t an enemy Stand user, or even someone that had ill intentions. It was just a little kid who needed help.
Bruno debated for all of three seconds before he was slowly stepping deeper into the alleyway. He held his hands out, palms towards the child, showing he wasn’t there to cause further harm.
The little girl noticed Bruno immediately. Her dull eyes sharpened slightly and she huddled backwards behind the trashcan again with her knees drawn close to her chest. She was dressed in dirty pants that clearly didn’t fit her correctly, a sweater that was torn and tattered and hung off of her right shoulder, and no shoes. Just one purple sock on her left foot.
The two had what could only be seen as a stand off from an outsider. Bruno lowering himself down to his knees, hands still extended out, while the little girl curled further into the shadows.
“I’m not here to hurt you… What’s your name?” Bruno finally spoke, keeping his voice soft and slow. The little girls eyes darted from his face to his hands, and then back to those rich blue eyes of his. Something about Bruno… She could tell he actually didn’t want to hurt her.
“I… I’m (Y/N).” She mumbled out in broken and rasped Italian. Her voice clearly didn’t see much usual use and Bruno would soon come to find she wasn’t fluent in Italian either.
Bruno nodded as he settled himself down onto his bottom, disregarding the dirty and damp alleyway floor. He stayed a good two feet away from her, not wanting to overwhelm her.
“My name is Bruno. Are..” Bruno didn’t really know what to ask. She clearly didn’t have family or a home seeing how scrappy she was and by the look of her thinned cheeks? She had to have been starving.
Even with her malnourished form and dull eyes, something about her felt… different. Some alarm in Bruno’s head was going off telling him that this little girl wasn’t exactly what he thought she was. He also had a good idea as to what it could be.
So, to test it, he swished his right pointer finger and summoned Sticky Fingers. Sticky Fingers stood behind him, looking over the pair silently with his arms crossed and his head tilted to the side.
That got Bruno the reaction he was looking for.
The little girls breath caught in the back of her throat and her eyes twitched wider. Her hands, which were previously resting on her knees, gripped onto the muddy fabric of her pants. Clearly, she saw Sticky Fingers, and she was scared.
Bruno quickly unsummoned Sticky Fingers back into himself with a soft hum. “Hey, he’s not going to hurt you.. Do you have a friend like him?”
While Bruno didn’t have kids, he always naturally knew how to talk to them. Maybe it was because he was still relatively young, maybe it was because he had to grow up far too fast, he didn’t know, but it was coming in handy right now.
After a long pause, overflowing with clear hesitation, the girl nodded. She didn’t know what it was, this interaction should have scared her and put her on edge. Men were never nice to her. People frequently threw trash at her and spit on her, and men usually were… well, creepy. But, due to the general sense of ease Bruno brought her, she took a deep breath and reached her hand out.
There was dirt under her nails and her fingers were bony as they reached up to Bruno’s left cheekbone. A soft purple glow illuminated from her fingertips as she pressed her pointer and middle finger to the cut there. It had stopped bleeding but was still slightly open. Bruno held his breath as he let her reach out, but he kept Sticky Fingers in the palm of his hand just in case.
To Bruno’s surprise, his cheek started tingling and glowing with the same purple that shined from her cold fingertips. After about a minute, her hand withdrew and went back to her knee.
Bruno reached his own hand up and touched the spot she had used her Stand on and—
The cut was gone. The dried blood on his tanned skin remained but the cut wasn’t there anymore. The pain was gone and the skin was closed up without even a scar, like it wasn’t even there before.
“You- You can heal people..?” Bruno stammered out softly, sharp brows raised in astonishment. She nodded meekly as she worried her chapped bottom lip between yellowed teeth.
“Does it feel better..?” She whispered with the slightest hint of hope in her eyes. Bruno was taken aback by the question but it gave him a realization. This poor little girl, left to wither away on the streets, just wanted to help people.
Bruno knew then and there he couldn’t just leave her.
After what seemed like forever but was really only about thirty minutes, Bruno had her hand in his as he led her back to his home. Once he had her there, he cleaned her up. He let her take a hot shower, helped detangle her hair, and even let her wear some of his old clothes. Now that she was cleaned up and warm in one of his sweaters and a pair of sweatpants from when he was around her age, he worked on heating some food up.
All he had at the moment was some leftover spaghetti from the night prior. As it was in the microwave heating up, he worked on stitching his hip and wrapped his arm up. He didn’t know the extent of the little girls healing abilities and didn’t want to push her by asking that of her already.
Now, they sat across from each other at Bruno’s small dining table in his dimly lit kitchen. Both had a big plate of food and a tall glass of water in front of them. The TV was on across the room, the news playing at a very low volume. He wanted to make sure not to overwhelm the little girl while also trying his hardest to make the atmosphere inviting.
It worked well enough considering she happily ate up her entire plate and drank her water down. Bruno made sure to keep her cup filled. Now that she was cleaned up, he could see that while she was famished, she didn’t have a single cut or bruise on her body. He drew the conclusion that she could indeed use her Stand on herself. While it might not have given her nutrients, it was probably what kept her alive.
That night was quiet. She didn’t talk much, he didn’t push. He knew there would be time for a proper conversation later on, but for now? He just wanted to give this little girl an easier life than he had. A warm bed, a full belly, and safety. Dinner was done, he made up the bed in his spare room for her, and he stayed up until she was fast asleep.
As Bruno laid in his own bed that night, staring up at the ceiling in his dark room, he sighed softly. This might just be the start of something good.
Bruno Bucciarati x Leone Abbacchio (fluff, one shot. Roughly 1.5k words)
JJBA part 5 spoilers below the cut!
Summary- {Late one summer night, Bruno and Leone sit and talk. A question about Bruno’s hair leads to a nice discovery.}
A/N- Hey guys! Soooo this is set in an Everyone Lives AU, Giorno is Don, it’s mentioned that they’re married, and it’s probably three or four years after the Diavolo fight. Is this probably ooc? Yeah, but let me have fun. I read this over a few times to check for spelling errors and grammar mistakes but I think it’s okay? Also the birds I mention are actually found in Italy (per google at least) and they sound pretty. I’ll probably be posting Don Giorno head canons soon too, this one shot is set in that sort of environment so if you like the ideas I’ve come up with in regards to the gangs bonds, check that out!
-Fluff, one shot, mentions of previous injuries but nothing graphic
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It was late, almost midnight. The moon cast a shimmering glow down onto the villas private garden and the stars decorated the clear night sky. Leone and Bruno were sitting together on their balcony, sipping herbal tea while watching the stars. The early summer air was warm and the wind blew softly, rustling the bushes and leaves in the garden below. Bruno set his mug down on the small side table with a content hum. Leone, whose hand was resting on Bruno’s shoulder, slid up to card through his hair. The black strands were soft and just slightly waved. Soon though, Leones slender fingers were met with Bruno’s little braid.
“You do this little thing everyday… yet I don’t think I even know how you do it.” Leone spoke over the rim of his tea mug, voice soft with that gruff undertone it always held.
Bruno exhaled softly, a sound close to an amused chuckle, as he turned towards the other man. Their eyes met, Bruno’s holding the smallest little twinkle in them.
“What, my braid? You have hair down to your mid back and you don’t know how to do a simple braid?” Bruno’s voice came out a slight tease, light hearted and affectionate, as he reached his hands up. He unclipped his hair barrettes and set them by his mug. The gold pieces clicked softly, releasing his silken braid down.
He might have had a slick bob cut, but that one piece was about three inches longer than the rest, slipping out of the rest of the hair and in line with his spine.
Leone scoffed and rolled his eyes as his fingers moved to rake through and undo Bruno’s little braid.
“No, Bruno, I’ve never braided my hair. The most I do is pull it back in a ponytail when it’s in my way, you know that.” Leone mused out as he chuckled. The sound was low and honeyed as he leaned in close. Purple eyes flickered down to meet Bruno’s features. Tanned skin, soft freckles, a sharp jaw with plush lips. It was easy to get lost in the sight, really.
Bruno noted how Leones gaze drifted and it made his lips pull up into a smile. It was gentle, almost boyish in nature, and one only Leone got to see. Leone just managed to pull the strings in Bruno’s heart like that.
“Here, Leone, let me show you.” Bruno’s hands were already moving. He scooped a handful of Leones white hair and pulled it over his left shoulder, the one between them, and used his fingers to comb through it. It was easy, the white strands separated with no resistance.
“Bruno, I’m a man, I don’t need a damn braid.” Leone grumbled but still leaned into the touch after setting his own mug down. He always did, even the small brushes of Bruno’s callused finger tips when they passed by each other in the hallways.
Bruno just quietly clicked his tongue with a shake of his head. The humidity in the air soaked into his own hair, bringing out his subtle waves ever so slightly. That was one of Leones favorite details about the man. It was something that developed as Bruno grew older but he hid in favor of his typical sleek bob.
Bruno’s deft fingers separated Leones hair into three even sections as he leaned closer. He smelled like fresh espresso, slight citrus, and pine. The breeze pushed the smells closer into Leones face.
“So, you separate the hair into three parts, and hold them like this..” Bruno’s explained in that low, calm voice he always used. Steady, easy, comforting.
Leone angled his chin down to watch, golden-purple eyes now focused on Bruno’s hands instead of his face. His hair has grown quite a bit since Giorno had taken the position of Don. It’s grown from his shoulders to his mid back down, almost his waist. He always took great care of it, even under that silly hat Bruno always poked fun at.
Bruno situated the three sections between his fingers, two sections in his right and one in his left. “It’s all about twisting your wrists. Just remember, you’re always grabbing the middle section.”
As Bruno explained, he demonstrated. The movements were slow enough for Leone to see and hopefully understand. Right wrist twisting the two strands, left hand grabbing the middle, left hand twisting the strands and right hand grabbing the middle.
“That’s..” Leone started, words quiet on his tongue as he narrowed his eyes at the action. He could see what Bruno was doing, and understood what he was saying, but it felt like such a foreign concept.
Bruno continued to walk Leone through every step though, twisting and braiding as he spoke. All of Leones hair was roughly the same length and he always trimmed his split ends, so the braid was nice and even. Bruno also knew exactly what he was doing with a simple braid.
“There. How’s that feel?” Bruno reached for Leones wrist and slipped the hair tie that rested there off, using it to tie the long braid off. The side braid went down right below Leones chest and set admittedly pretty over his shoulder.
Leone grasped at the braid and ran his rough fingers down it, black painted nails shining bright against the white hair. He hummed lowly with raised brows, head tilting slightly to the side to get an even better look.
“Not bad, just… different.” Leone nodded as he spoke. He shifted his body to angle more towards Bruno. Their knees touched as he did so.
Brunos hands moved down, one resting right above Leones knee. His thumb stroked up and down the grey silk sleep pants that Leone was wearing.
“I think..” Bruno mused out, leaning in even closer. His rich blue eyes traced along Leones sharp nose and bold brows before landing on the new braid.
“It looks pretty.” He finished with a soft smile and half lidded eyes.
Leones brows raised as a shocked yet quiet laugh left him. It was a sound that only Bruno ever got the opportunity to hear.
“Pretty? You think I, a hardened mafia man, look pretty?” Leone asked in an incredulous tone, even as his lips were twitching up into a grin.
Bruno nodded as his hand on Leones knee slid up further. His palm rested on Leones hip as his thumb traced along his waistband, which hung low on his hips.
“Yes, I think my ‘hardened mafia man’ of a husband looks pretty with his hair braided. Sue me.” He chuckled out as he tilted his head down. The angle let Bruno rest their foreheads together. With their noses touching, both men let their eyes flutter shut.
Just beyond their balcony, two European nightjars trilled together in one of the shrubs within the confines of the villas private garden. Nestled between some rose bushes and behind vines worth of moonflowers, the two birds almost mirrored Bruno and Leones position perfectly.
The slightly muggy summer air was of no concern to the men as they settled into each other. Leones hands reached out to hold into Bruno’s waist as Bruno held onto both Leones hip and his jaw. They held each other as they listened to and appreciated the soft breeze and cooing birds.
Everything they’ve been through, the bloodshed and the stress and the wounds, felt worlds away when they were in each others arms. The near death experiences drew them closer to each other and only strengthened their bonds.
Leones hands slipped up under Bruno’s silk button up sleep shirt as his thumbs traced along one of the scars that have found its way onto Bruno’s stomach. The memories might be hard to discuss but that doesn’t discourage Leone from appreciating Bruno’s physical proof of sacrifice.
Bruno’s hand, which previously rested on Leones hip, followed the same path as his husband’s hands— up Leones thin sleep shirt and to his chest. There was a large, raised scar down the direct center of Leones chest. His pointer and middle fingers, scarred from firing guns and fighting over the years, traced over the raised scar tissue. In the winter time, these scars typically became red and irritated, but in the summer they settled down.
Leone let a low, slow sigh out as he practically melted into Bruno’s touch. He never let anyone but Bruno see him so… God, so domesticated. Calm, reserved, pliant. It was just so easy to let his walls down around the man after everything they’ve been through. Leone has certainly became slightly more open and caring about the gang since Giorno had taken the position of Don, especially with Narancia, but with Bruno? Bruno saw him.
Bruno was similar. He always was open with the boys, willing to sit and talk and help them through any issues they might be facing. Fugos anger, Narancias fears, Mistas insecurities, Giornos worries. Bruno, however, never really divulged his own feelings unless it was at the help and comfort of one of his boys. Leone always made sure Bruno was open and expressive with him. Leone heard him.
The night went on as the two men just sat in each others hold. The moon was bright, the stars shimmered, the birds chirped and the wind blew, but neither Bruno nor Leone particularly cared. It was late, but this was the best time for them. The gang was asleep and it left them to their own devices.
It let them just be themselves with the person they both loved the most.
There’s a room beneath the Pentagon that nobody talks about. It’s an empty white room save for a single skull. Few know where the skull came from or why it’s there, but those tasked with monitoring it report that it seems somehow… aware.
Have you ever had that feeling while leaning over the edge of a building? The thought that you could- no, you must jump. You have to know what happens. The call of the void, they call it. Usually it subsides as suddenly as it arises, but that’s not always the case. In Louisiana, they tell of the Bayou Man. They say if you stay long enough in the marshes you’ll start seeing flickers of yellow lights around you. They mess with your mind, make you think you’re in danger. They tell you the only escape is in the water. by the time your wits catch up to your instincts - it’s too late. Don’t try to struggle
why is it that whenever i’m feeling so inspired to write, i have a million and one things around me distracting me from writing — but when i’m feeling so UNinspired, there’s nothing but tumbleweed and the silence of my empty, uninspired, wordless mind
Summary: A Little blurb of Aizawa helping the reader during a tough time.
TW: Mental health problems, depression, bed rotting, comfort
After the few soft knocks his gentle hand had landed on your door, Shota creaked open the last thing that kept the two of you apart. He knew you were awake, yet he hadn’t heard from you in hours.
It was the middle of the night and he had snuck out of his dorm just to see you. The tired boy knew how hard life was hitting you for absolutely no reason.
To take it back some, your mental illness has tanked in the past few weeks faster than it ever had before. Anxiety, depression, and insomnia had hit you like a bus, and time felt like it was going by so very slowly. It took a bit to express this all to Aizawa, considering he had his own life and hero courses to focus on, but you had finally caved when he pointed out your eyebags in the most caring way he could.
Aizawa sat and listened as you sobbed into his chest, dumping out all of the issues that had been plaguing your mind. His rough hands ran up and down your back, and his lips laid gentle kisses along your hairline. “It’s going to be okay, don’t worry..” He whispered softly, his voice soothing you further.
That had been just a few days ago, and tonight was the hardest you had yet. You were so spent and exhausted from everything going on in your mind yet, for the life of you, sleep was miles away and out of sight.
The soft creaking of your door couldn’t even bring you out of the death stare you were giving the darkness around you. Near silent footsteps became closer and your bed dipped down in the spot beside you which, finally, brought you out of the seeming trance you had been in for a length of time you couldn’t gauge.
“(Y/N).” Your boyfriend's voice drew your gaze in the other direction, turning your face to your pillow and situating your body to face away from him. You were ashamed. This was humiliating. You were a hero. You should be able to fight your own mental battles better than any villain you were faced with.
Aizawa let a soft sigh out and then was silent for a minute. After what seemed like forever, your blankets were pulled up and his warm body slid in behind you. Your back pressed to his chest, his arms around your waist, his nose in the nape of your neck.
“I know this is hard... I’m here for you, though. You aren’t a burden... I love you.”
His hand moved to lace his fingers with yours, and Aizawa gently kissed your shoulder.
“It’s going to be okay— I promise I’m never going to let you go.”
Summary: When a new student arrives to class and decides to use you to deminstraight her quirk, it goes a way you could never had expected.
TW: Miscommunication, lots of emotions, lowkey reader gets humiliated in front og her class but not in a second-hand embarrassment way
This day had already been shit. You had woken up late, your uniform didn’t look good today, and you had no time to do your hair. 7 am and you already wanted to go back to bed. You were the last one running into the classroom, right before Aizawa entered the room to take roll. You had no time to talk with friends, so you just sat down at your desk with a heavy sigh.
“Alright, students— I have a surprise for you all today. We will be welcoming a foreign exchange student into the class, and I want you all to be nice to her.”
Right on cue, the classroom door swung open and a tall, brown haired girl strutted in. Her hair was perfectly curled, her lip gloss shone in the light, and her uniform looked crisp and freshly ironed. She had this.. aura around her though. She seemed to be plotting something.
“Hello everybody! My name is Annabel and I’m from the US! It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” Her smile was big and bright, causing the room to return her greeting politely, a few people asking what her quirk was. Annabel looked over to Aizawa. “Sir, may I give them a.. first hand look at my quirk, please?” After a tired sigh, he nodded. “Just don’t cause any fights, it’s too early for that.”
“Alrighty! You, green hair!” Her arm extended to point directly at Izuku, who squeaked and shook in his chair. “Yes..?”
“Who’s your favorite hero?”
Without a second of hesitation, the words “All-Might!” Were yelled out loudly, causing his face to turn red. This act of the new student didn’t surprise anyone, though, as she had tried it on a few other students before pointing directly to you.
“Hmm.. who do you have a crush on?”
Shit, what the—!?
Pins and needles filled your body, your hand slapped over your mouth, and your legs shook. This feeling.. No, it can’t be..
She had a truth-telling quirk.
Your mind started to fog over as you struggled to keep the one thing you had kept secret all year down and buried. This, by far, was the toughest fight you had gone through yet. You started to feel your grip on reality loosen, your hands falling to your side, and a bubbling sensation in your throat. Finally, as all eyes were glued to your struggling form, the dam broke and you could no longer control yourself.
“DENKI KAMINARI OF CLASS 1-A!!”
The room fell silent as you sprang up from your desk, tears already in your eyes. And you thought today couldn’t get any worse.. As you started running out of the class, someone grabbed your wrist to stop you, but you pulled your arm hard and got out of their grip. You didn’t look back to see who it was, but you knew that desk was Denkis, so it had to be him.
Your feet carried your panting, shaking, sobbing form down the hall and all the way into the bathroom. With one final heavy breath, you collapsed onto the cool tile floor and lay your head against the wall. You knew Denki didn’t like you back— it was obvious he had eyes on some girls, or even guys, that weren’t you. He was the best friend that couldn’t ever be more. The one you loved with your entire heart and soul, but only ever got platonic affection in return. And here you are, having a panic attack in the bathroom while you were sure everyone was laughing at you back in the classroom. Fat tears had already soaked your red-hot cheeks, your trembling hands running through your messy hair. You were a wreck and there was no way you were going back to class like this..
So you stood up and made your way out of the school, down the street, and back to your dorm to lock yourself in there for however long you could without getting kicked out of UA. Back in the classroom, it was a mess. Kirishima and Sero were loudly cheering on Denki about his crush liking him back, Mina and Jiro were giving the new girl a piece of their mind for putting you through something like this, Izuku was discussing with Iida what to do about you leaving class, and finally, there was Aizawa.
“That’s Enough, class.”
As soon as his voice was heard, the room fell silent.
“Annabel, go to the office. I’m writing you up for inappropriate quirk usage.”
As Aizawa escorted her out of the room and gave her directions to the office, she was rambling on about how she didn’t do anything wrong.
“Mina, Kiri, what do I do?” Denki rushed over to the two with worry-filled features. He did like you back... but he knew you didn’t know that yet.
“Well, you go find her and tell her, obviously!” Mina said with a big smile.
“Yes, but it would be better to let her calm down first. She went through a lot just now, and I know she won’t respond well if you confess now.” Kirishima added, putting a hand on Denki's shoulder. The blonde gave a small nod. “I’ll talk to her tonight. Let’s hope this incident doesn’t change how she feels.”
Back in your dorm, you lie in your bed. Your uncomfortable uniform was tossed somewhere on your floor, your shoes were sitting in your desk chair, and you had changed into the hoodie you had stolen from Denki months ago when it was cold out. He thought he lost it but you had just kept it a secret, it felt like your last hope to have him as yours. You didn’t have any of your things since you had just up and left the classroom— hopefully someone will bring your stuff by.
You had been head over heels for the blonde ever since 2 weeks into UA. He welcomed you into his friend group, was always there when you needed someone, and always opened up to you in return. He had the most gorgeous eyes, his hair always laid just right, and you always admired his fighting style and quirk. Everything about him was phenomenal to you.. and just because of a new student you felt you were going to lose that forever.
You couldn’t tell how long you laid there before drifting off into an empty, dreamless sleep. It felt like days and seconds all at once, but a soft knock at your door brought you out of the sleep you were trying to get. As your eyes cracked open, your heart sank. Luckily, your bedroom lights were off, so pretending not to be there was easy. If that was Denki.. god, you didn’t know what you would do. He was surely going to drop your friendship-
“(Y/N)?”
A soft voice called from the other side of your door— it wasn’t Denki, it was Kirishima. This didn’t solve all of your worries though, he and Denki were best friends, after all.
“Mina had to stay after class to work on some school work, so I brought you your bag and books— I hope you’re doing okay. Everyone is already eating dinner, and if you don’t come down, I’ll make sure to save you some, alright? You gotta eat since you left before lunch started. Your stuff is right outside the door.”
There was the sound of things being gently set against your door, followed by soft footsteps leading off towards the stairs. Kirishima was amazing.. With a heavy sigh, you hoisted yourself out of bed and approached your door with hesitation. As quickly and quietly as you could, you grabbed your stuff from your doorstep and locked your door back. You were happy Kirishima was giving you space, since you were just going to ignore this. Ignore what happened and your crush on Denki. This wasn’t going to be something you’d let ruin your life.
Since you had slept the day away, sleeping again wasn’t an option for you, and you were getting pretty hungry. It had been a few hours since Kirishima had dropped your stuff off. Looking at the clock next to your bed, you saw it was almost midnight. Closing the book you had in your lap and placing it to the side, you stood up with a crack in your knee and a pop in your back.
“Fuck, man.. I shouldn’t have slept once I got back here...” You muttered to yourself as you opened your door as silently as you could. Everyone should be asleep at this point in the night.. Creeping down the stairs quickly, you ran to the kitchen as quietly as possible. The only true sound coming from you was the growl of your hungry stomach. Hopefully, Kirishima actually saved you some dinner to reheat. Luckily for you, it was sitting right in the fridge with your name and a cute little smiley face written on a sticky note placed on top. Perfect.. Now you just had to throw this in the microwave and get back to your room to eat.
Well, that was the plan, until soft footsteps were heard approaching the kitchen.
“(Y/N)..?”
Fuck.
It was Denki.
Your body tensed, your stomach dropped, and the food you were placing into the microwave almost spilled. Your hands clenched around the microwave safe plate in your hands and you started to shake.
“Denki, please, just.. let me get my food and go.”
Denki could tell by the instability in your voice that tears were already filling your eyes, and he was right. The lump in your throat stung, and your eyes were aching with tears. Your stomach felt like it had shifting knots in it, and there was a metallic taste in your mouth from the bite you had on your inner cheeks. This was heartbreaking. Denki slowly approached you, leaning against the island in the kitchen behind you.
“I’m not going to make you talk about this if you don’t want to, but I do want to at least tell you something before you head back to your room. I’ve.. I’ve had feelings for you for a while now, and I promise, I’m not going to reject you. That girl did something dirty and violating to you, exposing you like that in front of everyone, and I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. I know you’re hurting right now— you’re my best friend, I can tell when things are going on in your head. But.. just know that your feelings are returned, alright? I like you back.”
And with that, Denki turned and left to return to his room to turn in for the night.
It had been days since that night. 4 days, to be exact. Every day that passed, you stayed near silent in all of your classes, avoided Denki as best as possible, and cooped yourself up in your dorm every second being around the rest of your class wasn’t required. Every night, you lie awake thinking about what Denki said. It felt so... real, but unbelievable. There was no way in hell he felt the same way back. Not when there were so many people around him who would be better suited for him as a partner. You were just.. you, and that was it. You weren’t the strongest, or the fastest, and sure as hell not the most attractive.
What you didn’t know, though, is that Denki spent every one of these nights awake and thinking as well. He thought about how perfect you were, how much he absolutely adored you, and how much he wanted you to feel the love he truly felt for you that he had kept locked up for months. It pained him to see you doubt yourself all day, every day, during training, math class, and with yourself as you are. He couldn’t keep watching you feel like this, so he was going to put a stop to it as best he could. Sitting at his desk at 2 in the morning, he grabbed a pen and ripped a piece of paper out of his English notebook.
‘Meet me at the front gates at 6 pm tonight. Wear something comfy, it might get cold. -Denki <3’
It was the best he could do as of right now, since you seemed to be actively ignoring him ever since his late-night kitchen confession a few days ago. You had been the last one to class every day since the morning of the forced confession caused by that stupid girl with the truth-telling quirk, so Denki gently laid the note on top of your desk when he got to class himself. Moments later, you slipped into the classroom and into your chair silently— another habit you seemed to pick up since the confession. Noticing the note on your desk made your anxiety spike once more. Your hands shakily picked it up and opened it with caution.
As your eyes scanned the writing, your brain took in the words slowly. Swallowing the thick lump in your throat, you felt a few sets of eyes on you. You knew it had to be Denki, and maybe even Kirishima and Sero. Disregarding whoever was watching, you shoved the note deep into your bag and pulled out the book you needed for first period.
This day was the worst yet. Every second felt nauseatingly slow, and every class felt like boring mush that your brain just couldn’t take in anymore. Denki was the only thing that filled your thoughts. It ranged from horrible thoughts of him laughing at you for thinking he wanted to date you, all the way to thoughts of the perfect life with him. It was exhausting, and honestly, you were still debating meeting up with him tonight.
The end of the school day finally came and, once again, you rushed back to your room. It was time to truly debate this... whatever you’d call it, with Denki. Maybe he just wanted to tell you something privately, maybe it was a date. Hell, you didn’t know, but this feeling was the worst thing you had ever felt.
Finally, with a deep sigh and a straight face, you decided— you would meet him at 6.
Slowly, you made your way down the stairs and to the front door. There was no need to dress to impress, so you wore something casual— Denkis hoodie, jeans, and your everyday sneakers. Your hand grasped the front door knob gently, and you stopped for a moment to take a deep breath. This was the moment you could turn back and just try to put this all behind you, but... You couldn’t do that to Denki. Not after all of the months spent with him as your best friend, not after all of the time he spent making you laugh and feel loved, and not after the fact that he might just be taking you on a date tonight.
With your head held high, you turned the knob of the door and stepped out into the cool, autumn air. Denki was right, it actually was chilly. Your steps were filled with determination as you approached the front gates, just as the letter had requested of you. It was 5:59pm, and you didn’t see him.. until his head popped out from around the gates with a soft smile. “You actually came..”
“I couldn’t just ignore you forever, huh?” You shrugged your shoulders, eyes focused on the leaves decorating the walkway. Denki took a sudden, deep breath at your words. He didn’t want you to feel forced, but he had to get you alone again somehow.
“Walk with me?” He offered with a gentle voice, holding out a hand on the off chance you wanted it. To no surprise, though, you avoided his hand as you stepped forward. “Where are we going?” Your eyes flickered up to his with a questioning gaze. He had your trust, but this was still so scary..
“Well, I figured the Boba shop down the street? Today is their least busiest day, and it’s the only shop with your favorite flavor.” He guided you past the gates and in the direction of the shop he was talking about, and you followed without any hesitation. “That sounds good, it’s a nice little shop.”
The walk there was silent, but your shoulders and hands kept gently brushing each other, which caused a deep blush to form on both of your faces. A few times, you even tried to step further away from Denki, but his big steps made that impossible. Once in the shop, you found the booth you both would be settling into, and Denki ordered for both of you so you wouldn’t have to. After paying and getting both drinks, he sat himself in the seat across from you and handed you your drink.
“Listen, (Y/N), I meant what I said in the kitchen a few nights ago. That wasn’t pity, that wasn’t bullshit to make you feel better— I’ve loved you since freshman year and nothing has ever lessened that. Especially not the fact that you confessed your feelings in front of the entire class.. But I am genuinely sorry that happened to you.”
Your heart skipped a beat hard, and your breath hitched. A big lump was starting to form in your throat that was hard to swallow away. “Denki?”
He was watching and listening intently, on the edge of his seat for your response. “Yeah?”
“I.. I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you, a-and ignoring you.. it was so scary. I thought I was gonna lose you..” A sniffle left you, but you continued as you looked up into Denkis' eyes. Tears filled your waterline, threatening to spill over.
“But.. Your actions and words have shown me I have absolutely nothing to worry about.. and so we are clear, I do truly love you. I’ve felt this way since Freshman year as well..” Chuckling softly, your hand gently reached for Denkis— intertwining your fingers together.
“Thank you for the Boba date, Denki.” Finally, a sweet, wide smile covered your face, and you leaned over the table to give his cheek a soft kiss.
His eyes went wide, and he smiled brighter than you’d seen him smile all week, his hand squeezing yours tightly.
“Thank you for joining me on our first date of many, (Y/N).”
I might be posting some of my old ass drafts soon! Some I really like and some are just building dust and I wanna clean my drafts out. Hope yall enjoy!
Sometimes the truth isn't that scary, huh? (Jack Kline x Reader)
Summary: During a training mission for Jack, a witch decided to hit you with the goofiest spell ever. How will you keep your mouth shut when you're holding the biggest secret you've ever had from everyone in your group? Good luck!!
Warnings: cussing, angry Dean, crying, self-doubt, miscommunication that gets resolved
A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for literally years, so I figured I would dust it off. That being said, excuse any of the grammar errors because I did write this like 5 years ago.
With struggling breaths, your feet mimicked the pounding of your heart against your ribcage with every heavy stride you took. The faster you ran, the more you sweat, maybe this spell might wear off sooner... But that wasn’t the case.
It was supposed to be a simple hunt with Sam, Dean, and Jack. It was an introductory mission for Jack, so none of you guys had your guards up quite as much as normal for things like witches, because that wasn’t part of the case you thought you had. Well, you were all wrong.
Long story short, the filthy witch had shown up and cast a spell on you when your back was turned. It wasn’t painful, or even life-threatening, but it had you running for the hills as soon as all four of you had taken control of the situation and gotten out of that haunted house. It was a spell you never wanted to be cast on you, if you had to pick one, because it was a truth spell. Not only was everything that came out of your mouth blunt and honest with absolutely zero filter, but anything that crossed your mind was said without nearly a second thought. It felt as if you were throwing up your words, fighting with everything you had to keep them in.
See, this typically wouldn’t be an issue… If you weren’t hiding something from all three of the men you were currently hunting with, and the one you were supposed to be meeting back up with at the hotel room. Even though this was going to be a simple mission, the information that was being gathered was also important for Castiel to know, so he was waiting for the four of you to return. Little did he know, the others would be returning without you, or so you thought.
You had gotten out of the house first without a word to the boys and took off. It was what you felt to be the best thing to do in this situation, but you didn’t know Jack was going to try and follow you.
You had been running as fast as you could for what felt like hours, but it was really only about 10 minutes. As you stopped to lean down next to a tree, catch your breath, and grab your water bottle from your bag, a voice from just a few feet behind you spoke up.
“(Y/N)?”
The main person out of the four guys you were hiding from just so happened to be the one who both followed and caught up with you… shit.
You spun on your feet and stumbled back against the tree you had previously been leaning against with a heavy breath.
“Jack, get out of here now, leave me alone.”
His eyes, swirling with worry and hurt, were focused on you heavily.
“With this stupid ass spell on me, I don’t want to be around you. It’s dangerous…”
You were starting to struggle with your words, trying your absolute damnedest to push down and not think about your secret. Your teeth were gritting together, your hand slamming up to cover your lips. The fight was obvious in your tone but Jack had no idea what the fight was even against.
You and Jack were best friends. Ever since the beginning, you were one of the only people who did trust him. It might have taken you a few months of being around each other nearly every day in the bunker, but he learned to lean on you in times of need. When Dean wasn’t willing to work with him on “normal” things Jack hadn’t gotten the hang of yet, or when Castiel was away for god knows how long, you were there. You showed him that when things are scary, you don’t have to be alone. Nobody has to face scary things alone. Jack learned that from you… yet you’re scared now, so why are you running from him?
Jack could tell with how your face was drained of its typical beautiful color, how the sparkle your eyes held wasn’t there, and how the hands that were both holding your mouth shut and reaching for your water bottle were shaking, you were scared. Very, very scared.
“You’re scared. You told me we don’t face scary stuff alone… That’s why we go on hunts together and-”
It was too much. His words, the desperate look in his eyes, the way he softly reached out to you the way you did the first time you reached out to him when he finally trusted you with his emotions… You couldn’t take it.
So you ran.
See, you felt scared for good reason. The absolute mountain of this secret you held in your chest was near soul-crushing to hold in on a normal day, but right now? You couldn’t breathe. Jack's voice sounded off through the forest behind you as you hyperventilated, lungs burning and feet aching. He couldn’t find out about the admiration you held for him or the thoughts you had. How his tooth-rotting sweet smile and stunning eyes drove you wild. How he invaded your dreams every night and how you worried about him every second he wasn’t within 5 feet of you. How you have to leave the room just to keep yourself from strangling Dean when he gets drunk and starts ranting about babysitting Jack.
You loved Jack with every single fiber of your being and more.
The words started flying out of your mouth with no control. About how much you love him and about how you want to protect him for all eternity. The words tasted bitter and burned your tongue as if you were speaking sin itself, but only because they were laced with fear. An unfiltered stream of worry and doubt, how he would hate you if he found out, about how Sam and Dean would react if they found out, and what about Castiel?
Your pace was halted to a startling end as you ran straight into… Castiel?
“Mother fucker, why can’t you guys leave me alone? Jack can’t know I love him!”
Scrambling back in the leaves and trigs on the ground you had fallen into, you covered your mouth again, but it was no use.
“(Y/N), it’s okay, you don’t have to run from me.” Castiel's voice, low and rough as always, followed behind you as you fumbled to arise. You didn’t know how he got here, but it was probably because of Dean telling him about how you up and ran, and how Jack followed. “Stupid ass Dean, why couldn’t he have just shut up for once?”
Castiel clasped your shoulders firmly as he gently turned you in the leaves to sit down facing him. You continued to babble on and on about how Jack was going to catch up, how you were going to strangle Dean, and how you were so scared. You were terrified of Jack knowing your feelings and hating you for it, even though you would understand and still love him forever.
A sigh was heard from Castiel as he placed his hand atop your head and ran his thumb across your forehead. Within seconds, the taste in your mouth was gone, and your words slowed to a stop. Even though your heart was still going a million miles an hour and your cheeks were drenched with hot tears, you were cured. Castiel took the spell away, healing you from its effects.
“I told you that you didn’t have to run. The spell is gone.” He stated, still gruff and calm as he checked you over for any other ailments. Castiel always tended to you as a father would his own child. He might not have the best understanding of humans but he was always there for you. Other than some dirt on your jeans, you were deemed fixed in his eyes, and he stood. Castiel held his hands out to help you up as you stared up at him, stunned and confused. “Castiel… You won’t tell Jack, will you?” Your voice was quiet as it shook with uncertainty. His eyes flickered to the trees behind you for a second before falling back down to meet yours as he hoisted you up from the ground. Your body tensed up as your eyes widened. A wordless exchange went on between you and Castiel for a split second before you took off running again. Jack was right behind you, and by the look Castiel had given you, he was there long enough to witness the interaction the two of you had just had.
This third round of running lasted maybe 10 seconds before Jack was in front of you, his arms around you so you couldn’t escape again. The feeling of his warm embrace mixed with the smell of his jacket, which was dusted in his sweet orange blossom and rich vanilla cologne, that your face was shoved into finally did the trick to snub out the flame that was burning in your chest- extinguishing any drive you had to run further from him. Jack had already heard the conversation between you and Castiel, so there was no point in hiding it anymore, even if you weren’t happy with it.
Jack's hands rested gently around you, one on your lower back and one around the base of your neck. Slender fingers thread themselves through your hair and capture the thick material of your jacket, holding your head to his chest and his torso against your own. “Breathe with me, it’s okay..” Jack was bringing back the same technique you would use during his panic attacks- breathe in for three seconds, hold for five seconds, breathe out for three more. Even though he had heard the entire interaction you and Castiel had, and he had so many questions, he knew you just needed to calm down right now.
As you were matching your breath with his, Jack was surveying the woods behind you. He could hear a set of heavy footsteps in the distance, crunching leaves and sticks at a rushed pace. Dean and Sam were catching up with them and Jack knew that was the last thing you needed right now. Shooting a look and a nod towards Castiel, the angel snapped his fingers and disappeared to go deal with the boys, probably planning to take them back to the motel and give them whatever explination will subdew them the best he can considering their little sister just off and ran, followed by the newbie of the group.
With that taken care of and your heart returning to a steady pace, Jack lowered both of you down onto the forest floor. You had given up the fight long ago and were exhausted, so you let Jack do as he pleased. His eyes were still clouded with fear, uncertainty, and concern as they darted around your features. “Why did you run from me?” The tone of his voice pulled at your heart strings, ripping them to pieces. You knew you had hurt him and even betrayed the bond you two had formed. “Jack, I just.. It’s stupid, I know, but you have to understand where I was coming from.” Finally facing your fears, you sighed. You didn’t really have a choice anymore, huh?
Pulling your flannel sleeves down over your hands to fidget with as you found a pretty leaf on the ground to center your gaze on, you dug deep to find the right words to hopefully salvage what the two of you had and just go back to normal.
“Ever since you opened your heart to me and let down the walls that you put up, I just saw something different in you. Everyone thought you were this strong bad guy that just wanted to follow in his fathers footsteps, but you showed me something different. They saw the Jack that was born from hate, but you gifted me the Jack that was born to love. The Jack that loves Christmas and butterflies and stupid cat videos.” Jack's right hand came up to rub your shoulder gently while his left hand rested upon yours. A soft blush danced up his neck and onto his cheeks.
“I grew up seeing men who liked to be tough and strong and never show any vulnerability. I was taught that emotions lead to mistakes. Dean was the big brother who never understood and thought emotions were for the weak, and Sam was the big brother who would just lean into facts more. Yeah, they were there for me, but never for love. Dean had a different girl every other week and Sam never got any...” Even with the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes again, you managed to squeeze a giggle out at the thought of Sam never getting any action. Jack moved the hand that was on your shoulder up to your cheek, gently positioning your gaze to meet his.
“And you just.. You trust me so much. You tell me that I mean so much to you and that I help you more than any of the boys. I never want to lose that. I would rather bury my feelings forever and risk you going off into the world and finding someone else to fall in love with than you never trusting me again. I don’t want you thinking I’m only nice to you because I wish we could be together. I just want you to be happy.” Jack's eyes, still clouded with a tone you couldn’t place your finger on, stared deep into your soul. His thumb swiped at the tears that ran down your cheek as he sighed.
What you didn’t know was that Jack had a very interesting conversation with Sam a few weeks ago about this exact conversation topic- about what the word love means. What started as Jack asking Sam about the girl he heard Dean telling he loved turned into a crash course on dating and what it means for different people. Some people date just to fill a void, some people date to get laid, and some people date because the person they found is truly just that special. It started making Jack wonder… were his feelings towards you romantic? And, because Jack doesn’t understand the social etiquette around keeping a crush a secret and not telling your crush's older brother you want to be with them forever, he spilled the beans. This led to Sam, Jack, and Castiel all sitting in a circle as they coached the younger boy through his feelings, which also led to everyone taking an oath not to reveal to you or Dean what was going on.
Jack's bangs blew slightly in the wind, giving more light to his eyes as he took a hesitant breath. “I don’t like that you kept all of this a secret, you always told me that you would be here for me, and I wanted to do the same for you.. We swore to share big feelings before they got too big.” Guilt swarmed in your ribs and surrounded your lungs as he tilted your chin up and closer to his face. You swore on every being you’ve ever met that you would take off running and never stop if Jack didn’t wish to be in your life anymore. “Every time we go on a hunt together and we face a new monster I’ve never fought against before, I remember your voice. I think about the nights you let me come into your room when the voices get too loud or when the feelings get too big. If I leave the bunker, I'll always look for you when I get back.. I think about sharing my day with you and making dinner with you.. I just think about you, like you do me.”
Your eyes widened at the infliction of his last sentence and the knowing gaze he was giving you. Not only did he understand what you felt, but he felt it right alongside you. A soft blush started to rise, starting at your jawline and rising to your cheekbones. It radiated warmth under the thumb that was still resting on your face. “No, Jack, I don’t think about you like I do my brothers or Cas… You realize that, right?”
His lips turned up into that goofy sweet smile that he always wore the second you walked into any room he was in, and he nodded gently. You could practically see it in his eyes, the excitement of just thinking about how you make him feel. The guilt that had tried to make its home in your chest was swiftly kicked out by none other than the butterflies that had gotten you in this predicament in the first place. Jack took a deep breath and leaned closer to you, noses brushing against each other.
“And do you realize that I’ve loved you for months?”
There it was, the final nail in the coffin. His gentle, soft, quiet voice mixed with the cool October breeze against your back and the warmth of his body oh so close to you struck a chord in you that you thought had grown old and dusty. The eye contact the two of you had held for the last few minutes was broken by Jack's eyes flickering down to your lips for a split second, followed by his own blush strengthening, somehow brighter and hotter than your own. You couldn't help the giddy giggle that escaped as your arms found their way around his neck, one hand playing with the soft tufts of his hair.
“You did always tell me the truth isn’t that scary, remember?” Jack whispered to you as you rolled your eyes. “I just didn’t wanna lose my boy, I also always tell you how special you are to me.” With a sweet laugh from Jack and the sun starting to set through the tree branches around you both, you figured now was as good a time as any. Knowing he didn’t have a lick of experience in this field, you mumbled to him softly. “Trust me, okay?”
Jack nodded softly as your hand slithered deeper into his hair and guided his lips to yours. Gentle, soft, and sweet was how his lips felt, tasting faintly of the peppermint lip balm you had lent to him that morning. The kiss was short, but it was everything you had dreamt about. Pulling apart, Jack's smile was bigger than you had ever seen before. “You’re perfect.” He blurted out, face still beet red. Your laugh filled the surrounding area, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Thank you. You’ll have all the time in the world to tell me that when we get back to the motel, okay? Let's go.”
As you opened up the door to the dingy little motel room that the 5 of you were holding your base in for the night, you were welcomed by what you were dreading the whole walk home. A frustrated Sam, a pissed off and loud Dean, and a defeated Castiel. Cas sat in the chair in the corner while Sam was taking up the desk chair and Dean paced around the room yelling about lord knows what. As soon as you had one foot in the door, the room went silent and Dean was instantly pulling you in, leaving Jack in the entryway.
“Now what fucking bright idea do you think running off by yourself into the middle of the woods is? And to stay there for over an hour with HIM?” Your face deadpanned as you looked over to Sam and Castiel for help, only to be met with them both holding their hands up as a surrender. Jack slowly crept in and shut the door behind himself, starting to sweat nervously. “Not only do you run away and not tell us where you're at or what you're even doing, but you send the angel to teleport us back here? You're unbelievable.” Dean's voice was stern and gruff as he rubbed his temples.
“I had nothing to do with any of this, Dean. It's not my fault that bimbo of a witch put a target on my back and just had to hit me with her spell. Jack and Cas were the ones who actually helped me.” You sighed as you stripped your outer layers off, now down to your jeans and just a t-shirt. “Yeah, well, you ran off before either of us even realized you had been hit with something. I had to learn from Castiel that you got hit by the stupidest spell in the book, too. You ran because you got hit with some pussy ass truth spell?”
By this point, Jack had crept his way over to the other two men in the room, making sure Dean's back was to him before he gave them both a thumbs up.
“Yeah, Dean, I did run because I got hit with a truth spell.” You sighed as you grabbed your night clothes and your shower bag. The way you guys did motel rooms when on missions was usually two separate rooms– one for you and Dean, the other for Sam and Jack. Tonight though? Dean was pissing you off and you had a differnet… incentive to switch roommates.
“Jack, come on. You're gonna be in my room tonight. Miss prissy pants himself can room with Sam since he's soooooo mad at me.” Sam's eyes shot open wide, and he leaped onto his feet. “Woah woah woah now, I don't think that's the best idea.” Before Sam could even finish his sentence and Dean could start his own, you had Jack's hand in yours, and you were running out the door to the room next door, already locked in by the time both men could reach for the handle. Ignoring the shaking of the door and the yelling from your older brothers, you took Jack's hands in your own with a giggle. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously. “Is Dean mad at me?”
“No, if anything he’s mad at me and Sam just doesn’t wanna deal with his bitching tonight. Neither of them know, though, so we’ll be okay. I’ll tell them when I tell them.”
“Haha yeah..” Jack nervously chuckled as he brought his hand to your waist. Sometimes the truth isn’t that scary, but yours and Dean's reactions might scare him just a bit.
another queued mw post with dad swansea and the only curly ive ever drawn. this is old and i dont draw any of them like this anymore except maybe swansea because he was born perfect
