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Part 13 of "Back to the Future" AU

Castiel thought he would be mourning the long hair. Or maybe breathing a sigh of relief to see a more familiar style

He didn't think his vessel would react so strongly to THIS

And you can't blame Dean for cutting it (obviously cutting it himself because barbers can't be trusted). He forgot how long he was gonna end up switched in time, and without his nice high-pressure shower, good conditioner, and blow-dryer, the hair was more of a hassle than anything else

This isn't the first time Dean's cut his hair short again, nor is it the first time he's had to deal with an overly flustered Cas (Though, in this case, he can't do what he wants to do with him)

He's just glad Cas didn't immediately poof off to Australia the second he came out of the bathroom

At least Dean didn't shave

Though, with how scratchy it's getting? He's debating it

He hopes he'll get home before it gets worse

Or before he considers marrying this Castiel too with just how darn cute he is

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I’m just doin these. Cas time now

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chasing stars in the dark

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

part 1 | part 2

a/n: yes, i'm here for the third [a maybe final part?], maybe i'll do little interludes and pieces where i write about everything that happens in between. like karaoke night with the girlies and oikawa, singing good 4 u, because i love olivia rodrigo and she's a wasian soul sister. idk, let me know.

tags: this is the most girlboss the reader has been so far, swearing, insulting, bringing up insecurities, kinda v toxic, it's like full on enemies to lovers without the lovers. so like, lovers to enemies :) SO FUCKING PETTY, I STG, bad bitch osamu because he's so fucking sexy, gn! reader wc: 712

"what are you doing here?" atsumu stood, shocked to see you exit the back room and appear behind the counter with osamu, laughing at whatever inside joke that had been shared between you two.

staring blankly back at the blond, eyebrows furrowing, "oh hey asshat – where's your girlfriend?" you question, "fooling around with another volleyball player in a committed relationship?"

"oh please, you're being immature," atsumu scoffed. "i thought that you were too good for petty insults,"

"hmm, yeah – i still am." rolling your eyes, "it's not my fault you're too daft to believe the truth."

"you're a piece of shit, you know that right?"

"ha–! says the guy who cheated, and had a whole ass affair for two weeks!" you retort, "get your head out your ass miya."

"like you're any better!" atsumu says, eyes darting to his brother – who stood silently, observing the scene that unfolded in front of him. "really 'samu? i thought you had standards."

"god! can you shut the fuck up?" you groan, "it's not like you say anything worth listening to anyways." waving your hands in front of your face, "news flash! no one gives a shit! and let me tell you this, i meant what i last said to you."

atsumu freezes, staring at the person he used to know. never in the last four years he's known you, has atsumu seen that look of pure hatred in your eyes. he tried searching for any of your tell-tales to assure him that you weren't being serious, but found none.

that's when it finally hit the blonde, you genuinely believed that dating him was a mistake. why was he so upset? atsumu was the one who cheated, atsumu was the one who pulled away, he was the one with nothing to lose.

clearing his throat, he steps back, "are you serious?"

"yes." you wouldn't have said that two weeks ago, when you had your little plan to hurt atsumu by using his brother. at first, it started off like that, hanging around at osamu's apartment, leaving your things there, posting a picture of you two together.

now? now it's completely different. after spending so much time with osamu, catching up on everything that you two have missed in each others lives, wandering around the city at night, trying out new recipes for him – genuine feelings came into existence.

sure, the endless mind games were more than fun. inside word, from sakusa, said that atsumu was always in a sour mood. finding out that your ex moved on with your brother is never nice to hear, or see.

"you're pathetic," atsumu snaps. "you're a pathetic, heartless, soul-sucking demon from hell,"

"oh yeah? how?" you question, "am i so pathetic for being there for you through everything, for standing for you? for dealing with all the hate online calling me offensive names? for never making you choose between volleyball or me?"

osamu, not wanting a fight to break out in his store, decided it'd be best to step in before things can spiral even more. placing a hand on your shoulder, tearing your gaze away from atsumu. and as per usual, he stepped in at the right time.

noticing the slight glossiness in your eyes, those tears that you're forcing back. you're still hurt, even if your mind doesn't think so, your heart and body does.

"go, i'll take it from here." he whispers, tilting his head towards the door which leads to the back room.

you oblige, walking past him into the safety and comfort of an empty room, wiping your eyes refusing to cry – taking deep breaths to ease the overwhelming stress. you'd rather die than cry over a cheater, after all you've convinced yourself to not care.

"do you want your usual?" osamu asks, pretending that the last couple minutes haven't happened. grabbing a takeaway box before filling it with atsumu's regular order.

"you know their just using you right."

"no. their not, not anymore at least." he hums, "and i'm going to – continue – to prove that i'm the right choice." wrapping the box up in a bag, osamu places it on the counter,

"it's on the house, ya' know, considering yer ex thinks i'm better and all."

again! note that this is completely meant for fictional purposes and i'm doing this because i'm a whore for pettiness, heartache, and being a complete bitch and girl boss after getting cheated on. i love atsumu sm and would literally give him the world if he was real.

anyways, FUN FACT! the line: you're still hurt, even if your mind doesn't think so, your heart and body does. was something my therapist said to me!

people have got to learn the difference between I didnt like it and It was bad

- ̗̀ i heard from a friend of a friend that dick was a ten out of ten ̖́-

day ten strangers ft. miya osamu [haikyuu!!]

☄  tags/warnings: +18, afab + she/her reader, stranger sex, protected sex, semi-public, begging, pet names, fingering (f receiving), big dick osamu ofc, against the wall, riding, mentions of cheating and alcohol, p with plot

☄  words: 2.9k

☄  a/n: am i... an osamu fucker? apparently!

☄  masterlist

“Wait, I know that guy.”

You turned your head, not really interested in who your friend was talking about— until you saw him. Broad shoulders in a white t-shirt were the first thing you noticed about the man your friend was talking about. A baseball cap on his head and worn-out jeans didn’t really get anyone’s attention. To be fair, you hadn’t even noticed him before your friend discreetly pointed at him.

“He’s my roommate’s boyfriend— well, ex-boyfriend,” your friend snorted. “After the shit she pulled this morning…”

“What happened?” you asked.

“I found her crying after my morning class. Our dorm was a mess and she was walking in circles, sobbing because he wouldn’t take her calls. Apparently, he came over and found her in bed with another guy,” she grimaced. “Tried to comfort her and shit, but she really lost a good one. I mean, he’s really, really cute. And once she told me he had a big d—”

Loud laughter erupted from your table as one of your other friends smacked her on the shoulders.

“Hey, that’s what she said, not me! I only met the guy a few times when he came over. He was very kind and— you know what? Fuck her, why is he the one alone at a bar right now? No, that changes now.”

You watched your friend as she stood up and walked to the man. They exchanged a few words and your friend pointed at the table you and the rest of your group were at. He initially shook his head but the moment your friend stood up, you knew he was done for— your friend was known for being relentless.

Just as you thought, a few moments later the guy was walking towards your group following your friend. He pulled a chair from another table and sat beside you, a strained but gentle smile on his face as everyone greeted him.

“Girls, this is my friend, Osamu. He has this really cool restaurant downtown. I think it was, uh… Onigiri Miya? Is that right?” she asked as she turned her head and looked at Osamu for confirmation, to which he nodded.

“Oh, I know that place!” you said. “I was there a couple of weeks ago. The vibes were really good and the food was too.”

Your words made Osamu’s grin relax.

“Well, thanks,” he said, his brown eyes setting on yours. “Always nice to hear good comments about your job.”

“I mean it. I even got some dumplings to go and finished the whole box in one night,” you chuckled.

Embarrassment hit you right after the words left your mouth. However, before you could say anything more, Osamu let out a loud laugh, showing his perfect white teeth and damn— he really was handsome.

“And that’s even higher praise,” he admitted and you smiled back, feeling heat rising to your cheeks.

Osamu held your gaze for a moment and then looked back at the other girls as he eased himself into the conversation. All of them were smart enough not to bring up the topic of the cheating, and the longer he spent talking to them, you noticed his shoulders relaxing and his laughs becoming more spontaneous.

You found out he used to play volleyball in high school and that he had a twin brother that still played professionally. It made sense, you thought, as he had an athlete’s body and he seemed to be really strong if the muscles of his arms and thick thighs were any indicator. It was easy to joke with him, jokes were shot back an forth like you had been friends for a long time.

Each time you took a sip of your drink, your mannerisms started getting more flirty. Light touches on his forearm were followed by him pushing your hair away from your face as you spoke, and you weren’t quite sure if he was meeting your advances or just trying to be nice to the girls who had invited him to their table.

If you had turned your head to your friends, you would have seen them sharing knowing looks at yours and Osamu’s behaviours. However, it was pretty hard to look anywhere else when a handsome man like him was playing with your hair.

You were resting your chin on your palm, looking at Osamu as he shared this high school anecdote when you saw the smile from his face fall. Furrowing your eyebrows you looked around, trying to see what was happening, but nothing seemed to catch your attention. You turned to your friend, who had the same expression full of dread on her face.

“Shit,” she whispered, taking a sip of her drink. “Man, I swear I didn’t tell her you were here. I know she fucked up with you, I wouldn’t—”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Osamu said with a half-hearted shrug. “It’s on me for not going to some other bar.”

The pieces fell together in your head, soon realizing what was happening. Osamu looked down at his hands, a straight line on his lips as he figured out what to do next. He evaluated his options as the baseball cap shielded him from being found, even if it was for a little while.

You followed your friend’s gaze until you noticed a girl who was clearly looking for someone, her head turning in every direction as she walked idly around the bar. Even if you knew close to nothing about her, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach boil with anger at what your friend had told you. Sure, you also didn’t really know Osamu, but you did know that, if you didn’t want to be with someone anymore, it was always better to dump them rather than cheat on them.

“Hey,” you said, putting your hand over his forearm to catch his attention. Osamu turned his head to you. “Are you sure you don’t want her back? Like— really, really sure you don’t want to fix things?”

His face turned into a grimace. “Of course not, why would—”

“Just follow my lead,” you whispered. Osamu only got to furrow his eyebrows in confusion before you crashed your lips against his.

His initial shock only lasted a couple of seconds and soon you felt his big hand cradling your face as he kissed you back. His other arm went to rest on the small of your back and oh God— your head was getting cloudy at the way he was kissing you. There was something inherently passionate about the way he held you firmly yet moved his lips so gently against yours.

You laced your arms around his shoulders and Osamu took it as a sign to pull your waist closer to his body. The smell of his cologne filled your senses paired with the dissonance between the roughness of his palms and the way he held you dearly. The rest of your friends and everyone at the bar disappeared as you felt his warm tongue teasing your bottom lip. Osamu swallowed your soft gasp and then chuckled against your mouth, sending a bolt of pleasure between your thighs.

“And… she’s gone.”

Your friend’s voice made both of you pull away with a smack sound. Both Osamu and you were catching your breath, the realization of your actions falling on your heads as you started hearing the background music on the bar once again.

“Yeah, she left pretty quickly after that,” another one of your friends added and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. It felt recomforting when Osamu joined.

“Wouldn’t surprise me if she tried to come again and, if I’m honest, I don’t wanna see her again ‘til I go back to my room. How about we hit a club? I could use some dancing. Wanna join us?”

Osamu shot you a look before looking back at your friend.

“It’d be my pleasure.”

…

It shouldn’t have been surprising that barely fifteen minutes after you had arrived at the club Osamu was kissing you roughly inside a bathroom stall. His hands were on your ass, supporting your weight while your legs were around his waist. Long gone was the way your tongue teased you at the bar, it was now inside your mouth, colliding with yours with such dominance you couldn’t help but surrender.

“You’re so pretty,” he grunted as he lowered his lips to your neck. He bit down on your skin, eliciting a moan from you. His hips immediately bucked against yours and the outline of his hardening cock against your clothed cunt made your eyes roll. “Shit, you can’t do that to me, princess. Can’t sound that pretty before I even do anything to you.”

His words did nothing but increase your arousal and you were quite sure it was on purpose. You grinded on his crotch as he worked on your neck, not recalling the last time you were this needy for someone. You knew nothing about Osamu but his name, that he was nice and had a good dick, and that was if you chose to believe your friend’s words. How was it that now every part of your body screamed for him to keep touching you?

Pushing you further against the stall, Osamu moved one of his hands to your core. He cursed under his breath as he noticed how damp your panties were.

“Please,” you whimpered, making him raise his brown eyes at you. “Please, touch me.”

Osamu took one moment to appreciate your needy expression before kissing your swollen lips. He set your panties aside and circled your entrance a couple of times, gathering wetness on his fingers before pushing them inside.

“Like this, love?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if it was his fingers or the pet name that made you moan and nod your head.

“Yeah, like that,” you cried against his lips. “Just like that, fuck—”

Osamu broke the kiss, his lips ghosting over yours as he watched your every expression as he fucked you on his fingers. The hand that had gently caressed your face not even an hour ago was now knuckles-deep on your pussy. The roughness paired with the size of his hands were sent from heaven and you never wanted him to stop.

A loud cry left your lips as he curled his fingers right on your sweet spot, blurring your vision for a couple of seconds. Osamu smirked as he watched you slowly break and pressed a couple of sweet kisses on your cheek and jaw. You clutched on his shoulder harder, trying to buck against his fingers.

“Think you can take me now?” he asked against your ear and you nodded frantically.

Osamu carefully lowered you down on the floor. You watched him as he started unbuckling his belt and— how did he manage to make it look so sensual? He removed his wallet out of his back pocket and took out a condom, holding it between his teeth as he put the wallet back.

His eyes were set on your as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear, erect cock springing out free. That was when you realized all the compliments you had heard about it fell short. It was thick, slightly curved and with a length that made your legs clench in anticipation. Definitely the epitome of a good dick. The hair around it was short and neatly trimmed and you wondered a second what it would feel to have your nose pressed against it.

“Love?” he asked, tilting his head to the side with an amused smirk. Your eyes immediately raised to his face, realizing you had been ogling at his cock without a care.

“Yeah?” you stuttered, feeling your face burning with embarrassment.

He took a step forward and pressed you against the stall again, taking the condom wrapper from his mouth. His hands travelled under your dress and he hooked his fingers on your panties.

“Can I?”

You nodded, watching him lower your panties down your thighs. Osamu crouched as he slid them through your knees and calves, all the way to the floor until you stepped out of them, his eyes never looking away from your face. He stood up and hung them on the door lock behind you.

He ripped the condom wrapper and put it on, and you did your best not to be so evident with your stares. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure everything was fine before his hands were on you again, grabbing you from the back of your thighs and holding you up again against the door.

Osamu held you with his left hand as he used the other to rub the tip of his cock on your core. You moaned as he teased you, sliding it against your clit and then circling your entrance.

“Osamu, please,” you whispered, wanting to feel him inside as soon as possible. Watching your pleading features, he nodded as he pushed himself inside.

Your gasp was overthrown by the loud groan that left the man’s lips as he entered you. He cursed, his forehead falling on your shoulder before he pulled away almost all the way and thrusted back in. Both his hands were on your ass, squeezing you hard as he started a slow rhythm.

The burn of the stretch felt delicious, your body taking him eagerly. The low groans against your neck only riled you further, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he was giving you. You loved how he was strong enough to hold your body as he fucked you, his pace picking up rather fast. The door where he held you against made a sound with each of his hard thrusts and you were sure anyone that entered the bathroom could get a pretty good idea of what was happening inside the stall, despite the loud music muffling most of yours and his moans.

One of his thrusts was angled straight to your sweet spot, making you cry out in pleasure. You clawed your nails on his shoulder, feeling your body break around him.

“Osamu, fuck—” he raised his head to see your face and God, he looked beautiful. His pupils were dilated and his lips red and swollen, a dazy look on his eyes as he looked at you, expectantly. “I wanna— I wanna ride you, please, let me ride you.”

His lips crashed against yours, kissing you roughly as his hands squeezed your ass. He pulled your bottom lip with his teeth as he muttered words you couldn’t quite comprehend. You were quite sure you could identify “fuck” and “pretty”.

Not letting you back on the floor, Osamu held you as he put the lid of the toilet down and sat on it. Once you were straddling, you wasted no time and took his cock, guiding him to your entrance. You lifted your hips and then slowly lowered them, feeling his girth stretch you once more. It felt more intense, and once you bottomed out, out felt him even deeper than before. He must have felt the same, as he threw his head back with a groan once he was all the way inside.

You put one foot on a pipe near the toilet to give you more leverage as you started fucking yourself on his cock. Osamu’s hands went to hold your waist, supporting you as you bounced freely, your hands setting on his shoulders. Your lips were parted as you whimpered and cried, losing control by the minute and feeling you would reach your sigh any second.

“Fuck, love, I don’t gonna last much longer like this,” Osamu groaned, his hands tightening the grip on your waist. “You’re almost sucking me in— shit.”

You started moving even faster, the friction between your clit and his pelvis bringing tears to the corner of your eyes. Osamu came first, cursing as he thrusted his hips up. His orgasm face was so damn pretty and paired with the way his dick twitched inside you, you reached your high as well, a high-pitched cry as you let yourself fall on his chest. Your hips moved in a forward and backwards motion, riding out your orgasm as you milked Osamu’s pretty cock each time your walls clenched around him.

He put his arms around you, holding you as you started coming down from your high and finally stopped grinding on him. You raised your head to look at Osamu. His face was glistening with sweat, mouth slightly open as he tried to catch his breath. When your eyes met his, he chuckled, eliciting a smile from you.

“Would you think I’m bullshitting you if I said I don’t usually do this?” he asked.

You pursed your lips, looking around as you pretended to think it through.

“Not really,” you said. “But what if I told you I usually do this? That I spend all my Friday nights picking up sad and hot guys from bars?” you shot back, a teasing grin on your face.

Osamu laughed and fuck— why did you want to say something else just to hear his laugh again?

“I’d say I’m quite grateful tonight I was the chosen one,” he replied, pushing a bit of your hair away from your face. “And I’d ask you to come by the store some other time. I know the order, I can get you some of those dumplings you like.”

“Oh, you know the owner?” you asked, raising your eyebrows with a grin. “Is he cute?”

“Well, what can I say,” he said with a shrug and a smile dancing on his lips. “I think he’d like you.”