An Angel Who Learned To Love The Whole World Because Of A Little Person...

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this took me 13 hours and i almost lost my mind but it was worth it for cas <3

Team No Pants in a moment of relax. 

Cas is drinking tea like the sap he is.

Helping you Escape the Altar

Feat. Osamu

This was originally gonna be a group of headcannons but I got carried away with Osamu’s so here’s his. I will probably release the other ones I had in mind later, just wanted to get this one out.

Before you had to speak to another person that your mother brought back for you to talk to, you slid into a back room of the church, a venue picked by your soon-to-be-husband.

You took a moment to yourself, trying to breath deeply and exhale slowly. This whole thing was getting to be too much. It was too much, it had been months ago. And now you were suffocating.

You grabbed your phone off a drawer and checked the notifications, seeing a voicemail from your one friend who couldn’t make it to your wedding. Miya Osamu.

You turned up the volume on your phone and brought your it closer to your ear to listen.

“Hey, (y/n). I just- this is terrible timing, and you probably won’t see this until after the ceremony- which would make this pointless, but I already decided in would do this.” He sucked in a breath. “I had no reason to miss your wedding besides my own feelings. Seeing this happen to you, it would be too much for me. But I will live in regret forever if I don’t do something. I know this isn’t what you want, it maybe it is, but you’re not ready. Especially not with him. I know you just got swept up in all this, you felt obligated to play along as the bride. But I’d rather risk our friendship than risk letting you go on the rest of your life miserable. I’m not asking you to choose him over me, I just want you to reconsider things. Can he, will he make you happy? Is this what you want?”

It sounded like he wanted to say something else, but you assume the voicemail only recorded for so long, cutting him off before he could say anything else.

You sat in silence as you thought of his words, it was a lot to think about. The mention of his feelings for you was a minuscule part of it, but it still captured a good part of your head. But his last words were what really echoed through your mind.

“Is this what you want?”

Is it? And if not, what do you want.

Glancing at your phone screen you looked at the contact picture for Osamu, it was just him in a black baseball hat with an onigiri embroiders into it, he stood proudly with a perfect piece of onigiri in his hands.

You know what you wanted.

Sneaking out of the room behind the backs of parents and bridesmaids you walked to where the guests are, peering at them from behind a curtain that had enclosed the room, searching for a certain bleach blond.

After spotting him call his phone.

His phone rings loudly to which the other guests give him a glare for having not silenced it sooner. He glares back and answers the phone.

You can tell from his expression that he’s about to say something stupid but you cut him off.

“Atsumu! I need your help.”

You watch as his eyes widen and he decides to take the call further away from the other guests.

“What is this about?”

“I need to leave this wedding, I can’t marry him. But I need help getting out of here.”

You can see a smile creep onto his face.

“Okay, I’ll get you out of here little lady. Where are ya?”

“Look to your left, I’m peeking out from behind the curtain.”

His eyes dart over to you, and he rushes to behind the curtain with you, drawing too much attention to himself.

“Where’s the exit that will have the least amount of people?” He asks as he joins you.

“There’s one around back, I saw groomsman go out it to smoke earlier.”

You tug him towards the back exit until you see several people all smoking outside through the glass doors.

“Shit, we can’t use it anymore.” You sigh.

“Any where else?” Atsumu asks.

“The bathroom.”

“Look, I don’t think sewers are a viable option-“

“No you idiot, there’s a window!”

You make your way to the bathroom and find a window about six feet off the ground.”

“C’mere, I’ll help you up.” Atsumu gestures for you to use him as a boost.

“But what about you?”

“Take my car and get out of here. I can call an Uber, I won’t be the one everyone is looking for.” He hands you his keys and you climb through the window, doing your best to land on your feet.

“Thank you Atsumu, I owe you.” You yell at him as you take off to his car.

“Hell yeah you do!” You hear him yell as you run.

-

When you stepped into Onigiri Miya, you garnered a few stares, which wasn’t unexpected. You were the girl walking in in a wedding dress. It didn’t take long for you to grab Osamu’s attention.

“I was pretty sure you had plans today.” He said as he approached you.

“That’s all you have to say?”

“No,” He’s silent for a moment. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I am too.”

Silence hung in the air between the two of you.

“I thought about what you said. I know what I want now.”

He stood before you, trying to not reveal his eagerness to hear your next words.

“I thought about how in the moment I would rather be anywhere but in that church, about to give away my life to that man. I would much rather be at Onigiri Miya, with you, just talking. Or at your house with you. Or anywhere with you.”

He took your words in slowly as you stepped towards him, you stopped inches away from him.

“So, let’s spend some time together.” He says, as he takes your hand into his. “If that’s what for truly want.”

You smile at him as he strokes your hand with his thumb. “It is, I’m sure .”

Something to be thankful for.

i might have a slight obsession...

Hey guys remember how Dean only holds Cas when he thinks he’s lost him

[ SAVIOR ] // OSAMU MIYA

warnings. female reader, mention of alcohol, creepy guy with predatory behavior, suggested drugging of a drink (not consumed though), mild timeskip spoilers, suggestive theme

note. osamu makes me feel safe and warm.

the music is loud. you can feel the bass thumping through your chest, rattling your bones and shaking your core like you were nothing more than a skeleton. the drink that had sounded halfway decent a short while ago is now bitter and gross on your tongue, and any time you look at the orange liquid your mouth waters unpleasantly; a warning you only felt when you didn’t want to ingest something anymore. you wanted to finish it, but you couldn’t seem to find the willpower to do so. you were supposed to be having a good time with who you thought were your friends, but they’d forgotten about you long before the night began, leaving you to exist in their presence without being seen at all.

not atypical; they weren’t people you’d put forth the effort to spend time with normally, but you figured a good night out was what you needed. this, however, was everything but that.

foolish is what you were for expecting things to be any different than they’ve always been.

you raise your hand when the bartender is free and when he approaches, you raise your volume to request a water, one he brings you quickly with a smile. you slide your first drink to the side and nurse your water, tuning out the noise around you.

people come up next to you, leaning their bodies on the bar and ordering this and that—a few beers, a cocktail or two, and a stray water. you didn’t pay much attention to who was coming up, merely sliding to the side if someone got a little too close to you. as your raising your water to your mouth mindlessly, you notice that some guy has taken the seat next to you and is staring in your direction.

you try not to make eye contact, shrugging it off as a mere coincidence, but when his gaze lingers on you for an uncomfortably long amount of time, you glance over at him against your better judgment. he’s an older man, gruff and messy looking, not dressed for the atmosphere at all. he motions to your drink and readjusts his cap as he says something you can’t hear. when you make a confused face, he leans in closer to you, placing his hand on the back of your seat dangerously close to your back, and asks what your drink of choice is.

you tap your glass of water with your nail and smile politely, shifting forward in your seat and crossing one leg over the other. “just water,” you say. he laughs, and for a moment you think he’ll leave you alone, but he continues to talk to you.

“have a little fun, beautiful. what do you want to drink, i’ll buy you something.”

you shake your head again, raising your hand to decline his offer. the hand on the back of your chair hasn’t moved and it's making you squeamish. “come on, i’m being generous here. shouldn’t turn down a free drink.”

“i really don’t want anything else,” you say firmly, but he’s not deterred. he orders two of the same drink, saying one for me and one for my lady, here. the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, stomach churning in disgust at the comment.

when the drink is set in front of you, you stare at the blue gradient of the drink, eyeing the citrus in the top but choosing to nurse your water again. the older man next to you begins asking you questions to get to know you, such as what your name is, what you did for a living, if you had a boyfriend, and if you were here with anyone. you give the name of your childhood friend, not daring to utter your real name, tell him you’re in sales down south but here for a couple days, and that you’re out with a couple of friends who are on the dance floor—this being the only truth of your speech.

he nods with interest, leaning forward every now and then to hear you better, but when his hand moves from the seat to your lower back, you turn your head towards the dance floor to look for your friends.

you scan the crowd of bodies hoping that you’d catch one of their eyes and be able to signal them over, but you don't have any such luck. “looking for your friends?” the old mans voice brings you back to your situation, and you turn back around swiftly.

“i thought i heard one of them call my name.” you laugh nervously, looking through the bothersome man to the other end of the bar to see if you could find some kind of way out. when no one makes eye contact with you, you look back towards the drinks, and your stomach drops.

the citrus peel that sat neatly on top of your drink was now underneath the ice, the gradient of the drink no longer present.

your drink had been messed with.

“aren’t you gonna try your drink? it’s really good, i promise.” the older man finishes his and pushes yours towards you. “loosen up a little, beautiful.”

his fingers curl against your back. you feel like you’re suffocating.

you could easily excuse yourself to the bathroom and get lost in the crowd, find your friends and tell them you need to go, but you had a feeling they wouldn’t walk you out. they’d call you a drag for wanting to leave so early, probably berate you because you knew alcohol turned them into unrecognizable people, and you’d have to leave by yourself and hope that man isn’t following you.

as you’re weighing your options, desperately trying to think of anything that could get you out of this predicament, you hear a voice to your left.

“hey, sorry that took so long. had to get someone to clean up some guy's mess in the bathroom.”

a guy about your age with dark hair and half-lidded eyes smiles, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “see you’ve made a friend. interested in getting to know my girlfriend?”

the older man's hand leaves your back, returning to his body. “a-ah, yeah,” the man vaulters, standing from his seat and lifting his cap to fix his hair. “i mean, she looked like someone i knew, i was just curious.”

“that so?” your savior hums, staring down your creep with hard eyes. the older man puts his cap back on and scurries away, not bothering to utter an apology or anything. when he’s out of sight, the dark-haired male pushes the blue drink away from you. “wouldn’t drink that. he put something in it.” he confirms your suspicions and you nod.

“i thought so.” you turn your body mostly towards him, uncrossing your legs to stand but he holds up his hand to stop you from doing so. “thank you for doing that for me.” you say sincerely, hoping he can hear how relieved you are.

“you looked like you needed some help.” he hails the bartender over, orders two glasses of water, and leans on his forearm next to you. “i’m not saying you look like a damsel in distress or anything, i’m sure ya know how to handle yourself very well. i could see the wheels turning in yer head.” his accent slips out but quickly corrects itself when he gives thanks for the waters.

“thank you,” you say, laughing lightly. “is my thinking face that obvious?”

“maybe a little.” he raises the glass to his mouth. “but i’ve been watching you from over there since that guy came over.” you look towards the other end of the bar to see a seat you noted was previously filled is now empty. “where are your friends?”

“dance floor. but i don’t think they would’ve helped.”

“why not?”

you shrug. “something tells me people who talk over you and don’t pay any attention to you wont come to the rescuer. probably blame me for ruining their night.”

“they don’t sound like good friends.”

“they’re not. i don't even know why i’m here.”

he hums, looking back towards the crowd of people dancing. “‘m not sure why either.”

the two of you fall into silence, but its not uncomfortable. your eyes trail over his body while he’s looking away, the cuffs of his sleeve grip his biceps to accentuate his muscles. his shoulders were wide, his chest was thick, and his presence was calming. you felt safer with him than you’ve felt the entire night despite him being so close that you could smell his cologne—an earthy, musky scent that was practically intoxicating to you.

your legs press together.

“miya,” he says suddenly, eyeing your reaction. you blink a couple times, wondering where you’ve heard the name before. it clicks after a moment, and youre sure your face lights up with the realization.

“miya, like onigiri miya?” he cracks a smile at your answer. “yeah, exactly that. i own that shop.”

you gasp, one of your hands moving to grab his forearm. “really? i’ve been wanting to stop in there for a while! i pass it on my way home from work. it’s always so busy.”

“oh, always. keeps me on my toes, though.” “i bet.” “you should stop by next time. i’d love to see a familiar face.”

you smile, tilting your head up at an angle that you knew you looked best at. “i’m familiar now?” “i’d like you to be.” you lick your lips, the smile on your face growing tight with excitement.

“very smooth. i suppose i can grace your shop with my presence sometime.” he cocks an eyebrow, and you hold yourself back from swooning right there on the spot.

“sometime? that’s not very specific.” he checks his watch. “how about now?” he turns his wrists towards you to show the time (or maybe to show off his watch, you couldn’t be sure), but its a quarter to eleven and you have time to kill.

“okay. i’ll take you up on that offer.” you stand from your seat slowly, rolling your body into him without really touching him but just enough to entice and show interest. “i hope it’s as good as everyone says it is if i’m going to be treated by the master chef himself.”

he rests his hand on your back firmly. you can feel the warmth radiating through his palm, calming your nerves and exciting them all at once. “i’ll make sure it's the best you’ve ever had.” the vagueness of the subject gives you the impression there’s a hidden meaning behind his words.

“i’m looking forward to it.” you whisper in his ear, taking several steps forward and reaching your hand back towards him. he takes it gently, and you entwine your fingers so you wouldn’t lose him in the crowd. with one hand in yours and the other on your hip, he guides you towards the entrance and into the cool night air, quiet and buzzing with possibilities. when you give your name, he leans in close and tells you to say it again. without questioning it, you say your name again, and he repeats after you, letting it linger on his tongue.

“pretty name. i’ll make sure to remember it.” it wasn’t until later that night when you realize just how pretty your name sounded when it spilled out from his lips.

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