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Heart, Body and Soul || Tommy Shelby x OC

PART V

Summary: As they get closer, Tommy and Nina start to realise that their time together is limited. However, an unexpected event makes the tables turn.

Warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, slow-burn, small age-gap (Tommy’s 30, Nina is in her early 20s), time-typical misogyny, mentions of war, mentions of mutilation, this chapter contains triggering themes, such as sexual assault and violence. Read at your own risk.

A/N: I hope this is worth the wait! Useful information: in the first part of this chapter Nina is 17. She’s depicted as naive, maybe a bit too much for a seventeen-year-old, but bear in mind that she grew up in an extremely conservative environment. Also, I wrote all the dialogues in English because it would’ve been too much of a mess to switch between the languages, so keep in mind that whilst the dialogues between Nina and Agnese could be in both languages since they’re bilingual, the ones between Nina and Stefano are technically in Italian. Last, some things from the previous chapters are really important for this one. I do not claim any ownership to the dialogues excerpts taken from the show. English is not my first language.

After this way too long note, I hope you enjoy this chapter☀️

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1915, five years earlier

“They say Italy might join the war soon.”

It was the first time Nina voiced her concerns. She always had the feeling that if she expressed what was troubling her out loud, it would inevitably, irrevocably become true. But she had been bottling up that fear of hers for weeks now, and it had been growing and growing, consuming her from the inside. The weight of the basket she was carrying was nothing compared to the weight of uncertainty, of not knowing what to expect.

“They say that at your school?” Agnese asked absentmindedly, looking in the windows of the small bakery they always used to stop by when they were children, because they knew the owner would give them freshly baked biscuits for free.

“They say that everywhere,” Nina murmured, kicking a stone with her foot.

Agnese had heard about that possibility, and it scared her as well, but she didn’t fully understand the extent of the seriousness of the situation. No one ever bothered to explain it to her, and every time she asked questions about it, her family would just brush it off. She shouldn’t trouble herself with such nonsense, they said. And although she could ask Nina, she never found the courage to do it, far too ashamed of her own ignorance. Her cousin knew lots of things, talked about serious matters, had opinions that contrasted with everything they had ever been taught, and most of the times Agnese had troubles following the things she said. But she said them with such conviction, such mastery that she couldn’t help but agree with her. And she suspected that the reason why no one ever listened to Nina was because they had troubles following her as well. There was something unsettling in her cleverness.

“I’m worried about my brothers,” Nina admitted. “They’re old enough to be enlisted.”

Agnese shifted her attention back on her cousin, sending her a sympathetic look. “Maybe we won’t enter the war. And even if we do, maybe they won’t have to go. Your father can find a way to-”

“They’re not cowards,” Nina interrupted her with resolution, shaking her head. “The Spinietta brothers are cowards. Pietro and Salvatore are not like them.”

“What do the Spiniettas have to do with it?”

“I heard my father say that if we join the war, Mr. Spinietta already knows who to talk to to make sure his kids are not enlisted. He’ll shake a few hands, make a few threats, and they will be safe and warm in their houses. He might even send them to America, they have relatives there.”

Truth was, Nina wished they’d be sent to America. She wanted them to be as far away as possible from her, from the village. They walked around as if they owned every street, every shop, every person; as if everything was owed to them, because they had money and power. But everybody knew where that money came from. And even though she was aware that her family wasn’t any different, that their own money was mostly blood money, she still believed that her brothers were better than them.

“They’re cowards. Cowards and bastards, that’s what they are,” she gritted her teeth.

“You can’t say things like that,” Agnese hissed with wide eyes, frantically looking around to make sure no one was there to hear her. “Lower your voice.”

“I’m just telling the truth. They’re bastards. Sick bastards. You’ve seen how they’ve dragged that poor girl in their car, last week.”

Nina watched as her cousin pressed her lips together, avoiding her gaze. The episode had left both of them with a bitter taste in their mouths, and a feeling of powerlessness that haunted them still. They didn’t know why they had done what they had done, what they would do to her, but somehow they knew it wouldn’t be anything good. Because despite the kind smiles they were wearing and the false gentleness with which they had guided her into the car, it was clear that they were forcing her. The two cousins heard some girls say that she wasn’t the first, and probably wouldn’t be the last, and that the reason why they targeted her was because she had no father nor brothers.

Everyday since that day, Nina cursed herself for not intervening. Would things have gone differently, if she had said something? Would she have been in trouble as well? What kind of trouble was that girl even in? She didn’t have the answers.

Now she carried a pocket knife with her. If they even tried to get close to her, or to another girl in her presence, she wouldn’t be afraid to use it.

“You still can’t say things like that.”

“It’s not like they can do anything,” Nina shrugged.

There was a delicate balance between the families, assured by mutual fear and by the possibility of a bloodbath that wouldn’t suit anyone. But even that wasn’t enough to guarantee peace, one wrong step was all it would take to disrupt that balance. It was like a bomb waiting to explode.

“I need to buy some thread for my mum,” Agnese changed the subject, stopping in front of a shop. “Wait for me here.”

As her cousin disappeared into the shop, Nina placed the heavy basked on the ground to clench and unclench her sore hand. She slightly rubbed the red marks which were appearing on her palm, wincing at the pulsating sensation. The rev of an engine came to her ears, and before her mind could register what was happening, a car stopped in front of her. Stefano Spinietta stuck his head out of the window and sent her a smile, showing a perfect set of white teeth. “You want a ride home?”

Nina frowned, trying to suppress the feeling of disgust that came over her at the mere sight of his face. “No.” She said firmly, the lump in her throat preventing her from saying anything else. She had always hated how nervous she was when he spoke to her, when he looked at her. He always looked at her as if he wanted something from her. What it was, she could not tell, but it made her feel incredibly uneasy. His handsome features and immaculate manners didn’t fool her.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” he taunted her, getting out of the car. “Let me help you with that.” Stefano reached his hand towards the basket, but before he could take it, Nina pushed it away with her foot. A glimmer of amusement flashed through his eyes, lighting up his face.

Her hand went to her pocket, and she clutched the small knife tightly, the weapon giving her a new found sense of security. She looked right into his eyes, and spoke enunciating each word carefully. “I said no.”

“I just wanna take you home,” Stefano insisted, his stupid smile still plastered on his face. “C’mon, get in the car.” He took ahold of her arm, slightly squeezing it as if he wanted to reassure her.

A wave of uncontrollable rage coursed through Nina, and in a matter of seconds she had him pushed against his car, her blade grazing his throat. Surprise spread across his features as he looked down at her.

“Touch me again,” she said through gritted teeth, “and I’ll cut your throat.”

Silence fell between them as they glared at each other in an unspoken competition, both of them waiting for the other to cave in. Nina forced herself to keep her burning gaze on him, while every muscle in her body urged her to run away. Instead, she didn’t move, head high, hand steady. She wouldn’t bend. She couldn’t bend. Stefano slowly held his hands up in surrender, the shadow of a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. Under her confused look, he slightly leaned forward, causing the blade to pierce his skin, and a trickle of blood seeped from the small wound, red, thick. It ran all the way down to Nina’s hand, and its slimy texture almost made her flinch. Stefano, on the other hand, had regained his composure, as if he was the one in control of the situation, as if he didn’t have a knife pointed at his throat.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, staring at her with an indecipherable look in his eyes.

Nina hesitated for a moment, then, with a swift movement, she took a step back and placed the knife back in her pocket, suddenly aware that she had held her breath the whole time. Stefano sent her one last glance, before turning around and going back in his car without saying another word.

As he drove away, she glanced down at the crimson stain on her hand with wide eyes, her heart thumping in her chest. When Agnese walked out of the shop, unaware of what had just happened, she closed her shaking fingers in a fist, and hid her hand into her pocket.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” her cousin chuckled, looping her arm though hers. “Let’s go home.”

Present day

“I swear to God, I swear to God…she gave me sixpence. She sends me to the shop for margarine, eggs and bread. When I came back…”

“With a top hat and a coconut,” Nina shook her head, a laugh escaping her lips.

“And that was all the money we had for the whole fucking week,” Tommy stopped to lit his cigarette, then he raised his eyebrows, a smirk growing on his face. “And me mum beat me with a fucking frying pan.”

“Why the hell did you buy a top hat and a coconut?”

“‘Cause I thought she deserved it. I thought we all did. And I could never understand,” he hit his hand on the table, a hint of some old anger creeping into his voice, “why people like us only had bread and fucking lard. And I wanted to be different. That’s what I wanted.” Silence fell between them as he took a drag from his cigarette, his gaze getting lost in old memories.

Their late-night chats had become a habit now. The night after the first one, for some reason, Nina went downstairs to make herself a cup of tea, and, for the same unknown reason, Tommy went into the kitchen with a dry throat. Just like every night since then. They stayed up late, sharing thoughts, doubts and memories, whispering them into the night and letting it take them away. Over the past week, Nina had come to realise that there was way more than Tommy let on behind his stoic facade, and she found herself wishing to know more. As for Tommy, he liked hearing her talk. She had something to say, and she wasn’t afraid to say it. It was refreshing, and a nice change from the hordes of people who repeated somebody else’s words like parrots, without fully understanding their meaning.

“And you are different, aren’t you?”

The depth of Nina’s eyes became too much to bear. For the first time, Tommy suddenly felt exposed. It was as if she was reading right into him, as if she had him completely figured out, as if every thought, every fear, every unspoken word was no longer a secret. It scared him.

He cleared his throat, stomping out his cigarette. “I heard your brothers also fought in the war.”

“Yes,” she nodded. “They were at Caporetto.��

Pietro and Salvatore still bore the marks of that defeat, both physical and mental. Pietro, the older one, had almost lost an arm in combat, and even though two years had passed, sometimes it still hurt. But in exchange for the arm, the war took something else away from him. There seemed to be nothing left of his once caring nature, and his innate attention for details had turned into a urge to have everything under control. As for Salvatore, the war had enhanced the restlessness that had always distinguished him. He was angry, easily triggered, spiteful. And now he had a deep scar which crossed the left side of his face, making his expression appear even more grim. However, in Nina’s eyes, Pietro was still the boy who fought for her to keep on going to school, just like Salvatore was still the playful kid who took advantage of their size difference to sweep her off her feet and spin her around. But they were not those kids anymore. A line was drawn between Nina and her brothers, and that line became a breach, and that breach had continued to open up until an abyss yawned beneath their feet.

Nina took a sip from her cup of tea, sensing that it might be time to change the subject. The war was clearly a sore point for both of them, although for different reasons. “Agnese told me you like horses,” she sat up straight in her chair, her gaze lighting up with curiosity.

“Yes, I do like horses.”

“When I was a child I wanted to learn how to ride. I even asked my father to buy me a horse for my birthday,” she reminisced, a small laugh escaping her lips. “My mum threatened to leave for good if he ever dared to come home with a horse.”

“So you didn’t get the horse.”

“I didn’t get the horse.”

“You know, I’ve got horses, I could teach you how to ride one,” he proposed, the words escaping his mouth before he could think about what he was saying. Then he realised, and he paused for a moment. He wouldn’t get to teach her. A faint, bitter smile appeared on his lips. “I mean, when you come to Birmingham to visit your cousin.”

Nina couldn’t explain the strange effect his words had on her, the sharp stab of sadness that hit her right in her chest. She brushed off that feeling, telling herself it was just the thought of not seeing Agnese - her only friend and the only ally she had in that family - to cause it.

But Tommy recognised the stinging sensation that was rising up inside him, a sensation he had already felt before. A sensation he couldn’t admit, not even to himself.

“How are things with Tommy?” Nina casually asked her cousin, struggling to hang a bedsheet on the clothesline to dry in the shared backyard.

A sly smile flickered on Agnese’s face as she glanced at the black-haired girl, keeping on folding the dry clothes. “You call him Tommy now?”

Her question made Nina’s movements come to a stop. She shut her eyes for a moment, cursing herself for letting the man’s name slip out of her mouth. She hadn’t told anyone about how she and Tommy were on better terms, about the frequent conversations that had brought them to that point. She had been extra careful not to show the slightest hint of friendliness towards him in public, for she knew people would talk. She couldn’t risk Agnese getting the wrong idea. “Only when he isn’t around,” she murmured, starting to hang the laundry again.

That wasn’t too far away from the truth, though. Although Tommy did call her by her first name, she didn’t remember ever doing the same with him. She didn’t call him Mr Shelby anymore, either. She just didn’t address him. For some reason, calling him by his name seemed too personal. It felt like crossing a line that was not supposed to be crossed.

“I almost thought you were starting to approve of him,” Agnese joked, letting out a small giggle.

Nina forced a laugh, shaking her head, and a sense of guilt rose inside her. She told herself it was just an innocent, white lie; those secret conversations didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t even a lie, just an omission of truth. A justified omission of truth.

Then why did she feel so bad?

Agnese fiddled with the necklace Tommy had given her, pondering her words. “He doesn’t seem to be…taken with me,” she revealed, a glimpse of worry shining in her green irises. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s a gentleman, and he’s been nothing but polite to me, but… I don’t think he likes me.”

“Agnese, are you joking?” Nina hung the last shirt, before turning towards her cousin. It pained her to see her like that. She was the most beautiful person she knew, inside and out, and she didn’t deserve anything less than being happy. “I’m sure he does. How couldn’t he?”

“What if he doesn’t love me?”

“Love will come with time,” Nina walked up to her to take her hands in hers with a reassuring smile. “Everything will turn out for the best. You have to believe that.”

She felt relieved as Agnese nodded, worry starting to fade from her expression. Truth be told, even Nina didn’t fully believe her own words. She couldn’t be sure that Tommy would grow to love her cousin, nor that they would have a happy marriage; she couldn’t be sure that the war that would follow with Sabini would end well for them. But she said what Agnese needed to hear, because she didn’t have the heart to to make her fears seem even more real.

“Thank you, Nina.” Agnese whispered, wrapping her arms around her. When Nina awkwardly returned the embrace, patting her on the back, her cousin couldn’t hold back a chuckle. It was no secret that Nina wasn’t big on physical affection, but for a few selected people - that she didn’t have the courage to push away - she brought herself to tolerate it. At least she tried.

“I need to help my mum with lunch,” the brown-haired girl said, breaking the hug to grab the basket full of dry clothes. “She’ll have my head if I don’t.”

“You’d better go, then.”

As Agnese walked back to her house, Nina finished hanging the laundry, humming a little song to herself. She tried to keep her mind busy with futile thoughts, like what Winston might be doing in that moment, what she would eat for lunch, which book she would start to read after finishing the one she was currently reading. She thought about anything and everything in order to keep her mind off Tommy, Agnese and their departure, off her father and what he had told her that day in his study, off the uncertainty about how her life would turn out. It was a nice day, and she didn’t want to plague herself with such worries. However, in the back of her mind, all of that was still present, poisoning even the nicest of thoughts.

When she turned around, the figure of a man leaning against the wall of the house made her flinch. Stefano Spinietta was standing there in silence, observing her, and she had to fight the urge to ask him how long he had been staring at her. “What are you doing here?” She frowned, collecting herself.

“Business meeting. Your father gave me permission to spend some time with you, while he talks with mine,” he explained, pushing himself away from the wall.

A scowl formed on Nina’s face, and a new wave of irritation ran through her, this time directed at her father. All that speech about him wanting her to make the decision for herself was, indeed, just speech. Words he had said to keep her nice and quiet as he indirectly pushed her down the path he had charted for her. “What makes you think I want to spend time with you?”

Stefano’s lips curled in his ever-present grin, as if he found great amusement in her reactions. But that was exactly the point, to some extent. It had become a game to him, some sort of dark, twisted game. The more she rejected him, the more stubborn he became. Something that had started years ago as a mere interest, had slowly taken a different turn. He wanted her, he had been wanting her since she had drawn a knife at his throat. She was carved under his skin just like the scar her blade had left on his neck. There was something about her. Maybe it was her defiance, her refusal to bend, to mould herself into what she should be. He could make her. He could smother the flames of her fierceness and turn her into a quiet pretty thing. “Why do you always have to be so hostile?” He asked her, squinting his eyes.

His question made Nina’s annoyance grow even more. As if he had no clue of how much he had pestered her all those years. Now he had the courage to act all innocent, to play the part of the nice, polite guy who was just courting a girl he liked. He might’ve fooled everyone with that act, but he had never fooled her. “You asked my father his blessing to marry me.” She snapped, taking some steps in his direction. “Did you really think he’d say yes?”

“He never said no.”

“I did.”

Silence fell between them as they stared at each other, once again refusing to be the first to cave in. But this time it didn’t take Nina any effort to keep her eyes on him. She wasn’t a naive seventeen-year-old anymore. Now she knew what it was that he wanted from her. And his gaze didn’t intimidate her anymore.

“Listen to me, Stefano, and listen to me carefully, because I’m not going to repeat myself,” she said in a low voice, coming even closer to him. “You disgust me. You and all your kind,” she spelled out, making sure to emphasise each word. “And I’d much rather jump in front of a train than marrying you.”

Stefano didn’t say anything, at first. He just clenched his jaw, and his hands balled into fists by his side. Then he broke into a half-smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes, trying not to let his wounded ego show. “I’ve been nice to you, and yet you keep on insulting me.”

This time it was him who got closer, towering over Nina. His eyes darkened, and he looked at her with such contempt that for a moment she had the impression he might hit her. With a quick, sudden movement, he grasped her jaw, and before she had the time to react, he turned to push her against the wall. She looked up at him, trying not to show an ounce of fear as her heart increased its speed.

“My patience has limits. And you shouldn’t forget who you’re talking to,” Stefano gritted out through clenched teeth, digging his fingers in her cheeks. His whole body shook with anger, and the mask of politeness he always hid behind began to fall apart. “You’re playing with fire.”

The same uncontrollable rage that years ago gave Nina the courage to point a knife at him now gave her the strength to stomp on his foot, making him hiss and take a step back. Taking advantage of his distraction, she darted forward, but as soon as he tried to escape, Stefano forcefully slammed her against the wall again, holding her in place by the throat. A sharp sting of pain flashed through her spine at the impact with the cold surface, and a whimper escaped her lips as the air was knocked out of her lungs. Fury flared in Stefano’s dark eyes, but then something changed in his expression. His pupils dilated, and he seemed to lose any kind of control over his actions as his hand left her throat to slowly wander down her body.

An overwhelming sense of panic started to rise inside Nina. She wriggled, trying to free herself from his grasp. “Stop,” she raised her voice, but Stefano promptly covered her mouth with the other hand, pressing his body against hers. She squeezed her eyelids shut when his hand became more insistent, squeezing her small breast in a painful hold, then travelling down to her hipbone to keep her still with bruising force. His hot breath burned on her skin as he leaned over her, bringing his face closer to hers. Nina tried to turn her head in response, but the hand he still had on her mouth wouldn’t allow it. She emitted a muffled sound, bringing her hands to his chest to push him away, but he was too strong, and twice her size. All her desperate efforts to put some space between them were useless. He was a rabid animal, a wild beast devoid of any rational thinking as he ground against her, trying to slide his filthy hand under her skirt. Nina’s face scrunched in disgust, and her whole body stiffened under this touch. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled around in her head, endless, confusing, as if she couldn’t exactly register what was happening.

Then he stopped. Much to Nina’s surprise, Stefano suddenly seemed to come to himself, and he took his hand off her mouth. But there wasn’t a hint of guilt, or regret, in his eyes. On the contrary, he looked almost satisfied. And then she realised. He had been in command of his actions the whole time. “What, you don’t talk anymore?” He asked provocatively.

Nina’s wide eyes rested on Stefano in shock. The lump in her throat kept on growing and growing, making it impossible for her to utter a single sentence. She swallowed, trying to regain some kind of control over her emotions, to force herself to speak, and when she did, she faked a confident tone. However, the trembling in her voice betrayed her fear. “Once my family hears about this, you’ll-”

“I didn’t do anything you didn’t want, love,” he interrupted her, furrowing his brows, his face assuming a perplexed expression.

“What…” she batted her eyelashes in confusion, her voice barely above a whisper. “No, I didn’t...” the words died in her throat as the awareness of his implications started to set in.

Stefano leaned in, bringing his hand to her cheek to caress it with fake tenderness, and a terrible smile made its way on his face. “Who do you think they’ll believe?”

Nina shook her head, a feeling of helplessness she had never felt before taking over her. She just wanted him to leave. She wanted him to take his hands off of her. She wanted to kick him, to scream at him, to dig her nails in his face deeply enough to make him bleed, and yet all she could do was look at him in silence.

But then someone must’ve heard her prayers, because Stefano was abruptly pulled away from her. It was as if some kind of supernatural gust of wind had ripped him away from her body, freeing her from the heavy weight that had her pressed against the stone surface. Except that it wasn’t some supernatural force. The person who had grabbed Stefano by the collar of his shirt was very much human.

“The fuck are you doing?” Tommy growled, his knuckles turning white from the tight grip he had on the man. Stefano, not understanding a word he had said, just raised his hands, as if to show that he meant no harm.

Tommy had recognised the guy. He was the one they had met two weeks ago in the city, the one who had given him a bad feeling as soon as they had met. He couldn’t explain the pure rage he had felt when he caught him holding Nina against a wall. Her scared, helpless expression was all it took for him to see red and launch at the Italian man. The thought of what could’ve happened if the meeting with the Ferrantes and the Spiniettas had finished just a bit too late made his skin crawl. Still holding him by the collar, Tommy raised his fist, driven by the sudden urge to break his nose, but before he could land the blow, Nina’s voice stopped him.

“Don’t!” She exclaimed, causing him to look in her direction. “He’s Spinietta’s son,” she frantically explained, getting a bit closer, but still keeping herself at safe distance.

Tommy shifted his eyes on the Italian man again, his fist still in the air, and pondered for a few seconds. Although Stefano couldn’t understand Nina’s words, he probably had a vague idea of what she had said, because the corners of his lips tugged upwards as he stared at Tommy steadily. Nina held her breath, her heart skipping a beat at the Italian’s implicit provocation. Tommy was really close to doing something that might put him in a dangerous situation, and it seemed like Stefano was doing everything in his power to encourage him. It was part of his fun, of his sick little game.

Feeling his hands itch even more, Tommy charged again, nostrils flaring, almost letting his impulse win. Fuck Spinietta, he thought to himself. But he was not in Small Heath. Begrudgingly, he lowered his hand and let the guy go with a violent push, making him stumble backwards. “Fuck off,” he snarled, pointing towards the path that led to the main garden to get his message across.

Nina sighed in relief, and she wasn’t sure whether it was because Tommy had made the right choice, or because that situation was over. Stefano took the time to straighten his shirt with unsettling composure. Without saying another word and keeping on watching them, he walked past them, his wicked eyes shining with amusement.

The adrenaline started to wear off, leaving Nina in a growing state of dizziness. The panic, the disgust, the anger. All of that became a single, indistinct mass aiming to engulf her and suffocate her. Her ears started to ring, and she had to fight the instinct to cover them and scream at the top of her lungs.

“Are you alright?” Tommy’s voice came to her ears, snapping her out of her trance.

“Yes.” She nodded, blinking a few times. Now aware of her surroundings, she felt as if she was re-entering her body after rising out of it, and the reality of what had happened was crashing on her. Bile raised in her throat, and she knew that if she had had something in her stomach, she would’ve thrown up. “Yes I’m alright.”

“Nina, you’re shaking,” Tommy noted with a hint of worry in his voice, his own heart still racing in his chest.

“No, no I’m fine,” she insisted, turning her face to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. She tightly crossed her arms over her chest, hoping that her hands would stop trembling. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.” He shook his head, tentatively reaching out to hear. He was approaching her slowly, almost with apprehension, with his palm open, like one would do with a scared stray cat. “Come here.”

Nina hesitated for a while, torn between what she needed and what she was supposed to do, instinct and reason endlessly fighting. For once, she chose to act without thinking. Cautiously, she pulled Tommy into a hug, resting her head against his chest. Hit by an implacable wave of tenderness, he gently wrapped his arms around her, placing his chin on the top of her head. It didn’t make sense, but having her safe in his arms brought him a sense of calmness and security, and his tense body began to relax.

The warmth of his body, his scent, the reassuring sound of his heartbeat, the unfamiliar softness he was showing her; the combination between all of that gave life to a feeling Nina had never felt before, and she couldn’t put a name to it. Between all of that, she was relieved by the awareness that, at least for that moment, she didn’t need to be strong. Tears began to spill out, and her facade fell for the first time.

When a suffocated sob escaped her lips, shaking her slender shoulders, Tommy’s heart painfully clenched in his chest. His hand found the back of her head, and he started to soothingly run his fingers through her soft dark hair. He wanted to say something, but he knew that there was nothing he could say that would make it better. So he held her tighter, as if he could shield her from harm with the sole strength of his arms.

“Breathe, love,” he whispered when he noticed that, in an attempt to hold back her sobs, she had tensed up a bit too much. “Breathe.”

Nina took a deep breath, focusing on Tommy’s deep voice and the delicate motion of his fingers through her hair.

“There you go,” he murmured encouragingly, feeling her calm down against him. She sniffled, snuggling even closer, and, once again, Tommy was overwhelmed by the need to protect her.

They couldn’t care less if someone saw them. In that moment, their embrace was the only thing that mattered.

Laying on her side with her knees drawn up, Nina stared at the shadows created by the small lamp on her bedside table. She could still feel the heaviness of Stefano’s hands on her, the burning of his hot breath on her skin, the suffocating smell of his cologne. She only wanted to get rid of those hands, that breath, that smell. She would gladly rip off her whole skin if it meant to forget.

She hated herself for allowing him to make her feel small, weak, for he had made it quite clear that was what he wanted. Because even though for a moment he had indulged in the temptation, he wouldn’t actually dare go through with it, not in her house. His purpose was to show her that he could overpower her at any time.

But then came feeling of being wrapped in Tommy’s arms, of being pressed against his strong frame, the feeling she had been desperately trying to give a name to. Until it occurred to her. Safe. She had felt safe.

A soft knock on the door of her bedroom pulled her out of the vortex of thoughts. She sat up on the bed, crossing her legs beneath her. “Come in,” she said, but her voice was so feeble that she doubted the person on the other side had heard her. Still, the door opened, and in the dim, warm light, Tommy’s figure appeared on the doorstep.

He had never been in her room, but somehow it was exactly like he had imagined it. Ivory-coloured walls covered in a pattern of small flowers, dark wooden furniture, lace curtains. Handwritten sheets of paper scattered all over the desk, along with pens and pencils. It was bit messy and full of books, and it smelled like her. A mixture of lavender and honey.

When that night Tommy had come out of his room, the first thing he noticed was the unsettling silence. No rattle of pots coming from downstairs. But a half-light shone through Nina’s bedroom door, and he found himself desperately needing to know how she was. She had been avoiding everyone the whole day.

“I just wanted to check up on you,” his deep voice came out in a low sound, and it held some kind of uncertainty. He wasn’t sure that going to her had been a good idea. Maybe she didn’t want to see him, maybe knocking on her door was too much.

His doubts faded when the ghost of a smile formed on her face, and she motioned for him to come in. He carefully closed the door behind him, then went to sit on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance. A vice-like grip held his stomach when he noticed her puffy eyes and red cheeks. How many times had she cried?

“You’re paler than usual,” Nina teased him to ease the tension, but her voice didn’t hold the bantering tone he had grown used to hear. “You should get some sleep.”

Tommy half-smiled, shifting his gaze on the floor for a moment. But instead of spitting out a retort - contrary to Nina’s expectations - he just nodded. “You’re right,” he conceded.

A sigh escaped Nina’s lips, and she nervously fiddled with her own fingers. He was walking on eggshells, and she didn’t like it, not even a bit. “Please, stop treating me like that.”

“Like what?” He furrowed, looking at her again.

“Like I might break at any moment.”

Tommy said nothing. He could see why she didn’t want to be treated any differently, but she did look like she would break. Not once had she shown a single shred of vulnerability until that day, and it was disarming. Truth was, he didn’t know how to act.

“I’ll forget it ever happened,” she spoke again, this time with resolution, but she didn’t sound fully convinced of what she was saying. “And you should do the same. No one can know about it.”

“You should tell-”

“No,” she firmly interrupted him, Stefano’s veiled threat still echoing in her ears. “I can’t,” she continued, her voice becoming softer.

Tommy suddenly remembered what she told him a week earlier at the beach, and everything became clear. It was all it took to make his blood boil again. The room went quiet, but the silence was soon broken by a faint rustle of sheets, as Nina left her spot to sit closer to him. Honey and lavender filled his nostrils, and he had to restrain himself from inhaling deeply, eager to feel more. More than the light brushing of their arms, separated by the thin fabric of his undershirt. They were barely touching, and yet his skin burned. As hard as he tried to suffocate that feeling, to extinguish that fire, the flames kept on flaring, higher than before. He couldn’t fight it. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and that feather-like contact was enough to send sparks of electricity through his body. “Promise me,” she whispered, “you won’t tell anyone.”

Tommy turned to look at her, and the proximity allowed him to spot a small scratch on her cheek. Without thinking, he delicately ran his finger on it, and he was almost surprised by the feeling of her soft skin under his rough hand. Slowly, even hesitantly, his hand went to cup the side of her face, and he gently rubbed his thumb along her cheek. “I promise.”

Tommy’s hoarse voice, along with the warmth of his hand, sent shivers down Nina’s spine, and her pulse started to race. She couldn’t explain how the closeness of his strong body was making her feel, nor the effect his masculine scent had on her. Aftershave, cigarettes, and a hint of musk. And she couldn’t help but wonder: if she pressed further into him, if she let herself be held by him again, would it lift the weight off her chest? Would it take away the pain, the revulsion, the shame? Would his touch be enough to replace Stefano’s hands?

When he felt Nina unconsciously get closer, Tommy closed his eyes, drowning in her scent, and he could swear there was fire running through his veins. It was as if some unknown force was pulling him towards her, drawing him nearer, and when her soft lips brushed against his, his mind went blank. Every cell in his body was begging him to give in.

No. It wasn’t right.

Nina was vulnerable, too vulnerable, and probably unable to make any conscious decisions. He couldn’t take advantage of her like that. It took all his strength to move away and bring her in to press a kiss on her forehead instead. He lingered there for a few seconds, savouring the moment. When he let his hand fall from her face, the warmth left him, and it seemed to him that his fingers had sharply gotten cold.

Feeling her confused eyes following him, Tommy got up and walked to the door, ignoring the invisible string that was pulling him in the opposite direction. He couldn’t stay in that room any longer. If he did, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to restrain himself.

“Goodnight, Nina.”

NEXT PART

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saddestsquid · 1 month

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Can we get an overworked reader x Gaz where the reader Accidently snaps on Gaz, and Gaz tries to calm her down and it like.. Ends in fluff? 🥺

Of course !! Thank you so much for the ask ^^ This is my first one ever, so I hope it’s what you wanted!

Gaz just wants his luv to sleep !!

Warnings: Just a tiny bit of angst but then fluff! Reader has no specified gender but is called luv.

. . .

“Luv please….you need to lie down.” He said softly, placing a gentle hand on your back to try and guide you to the tattered couch in your office.

“I can’t, I need to finish filing these reports before the new recruits come in for training tomorrow-“

“Today.” He cut you off. “It’s two in the morning, they come at six.”

“What?!” You gawk at him, shoving his hand away and running back to your desk. “Why would you let me get distracted- I still have atleast 20 to fill out!” You rambled, fumbling with the papers you failed to organize.

“Now Y/N-“ He tried to say, but you bombarded him with questions like; ‘How many recruits is there that Price agreed to help train? How many guns do we have to spare? Which task forces is he planning for them to be sent to? Can you pass me that pen?

“Slow down there dove, Price hasn’t told me everything yet but-“

“Then why- I just need you to-“ you struggled to find the words, groaning and rummaging through the pile of documents, trying to get your overtired brain to focus on the information in front of you.

“Your brain can’t work like this lovie, you seriously need to get some sleep.” He tried again, looking so unbothered it made your jaw clench before you could get a hold of your rapidly rising temper.

Finally you snapped, slamming your pen down on the table. “Look Gaz, if you’re not going to help just get out! I can’t afford to sit and do nothing like you right now.” You shouted, seething until you took in his shocked expression and the pure crassness of your words hit you.

You stuttered, trying desperately to explain yourself. “Gaz, no I-“

“I already filled them out for you when you were running around helping Price earlier.” He stated, and you raised an eyebrow in confusion. “I saw how much you had to do and figured you were going to overwork yourself again getting it done, so I did it.” He admitted, not looking hurt at all by your words but instead cocky. “Go on, look at them again.”

With a wince, you shuffled through the papers again and noticed all 30+ reports were in fact filled out. In way nicer handwriting too, and with far more information than your quickly scribbled out mess on the previous 8 or so pages.

“Gaz.” You muttered, then whined into your palms with so much misery he cackled.

“Thank you- seriously, you’re so sweet and thoughtful and I’m just a- a mess.” You grumbled guiltily, pouting up at him.

He just shrugged. “Well, you’re my mess, and I think my mess could use some sleep.” He smiled playfully, holding out his arms to you.

You rolled your eyes but smiled back and stood up from the desk, rushing to run around it and fall into his arms. He wrapped those strong biceps around you, and suddenly you felt okay.

“Not on this old ass couch tho, even someone so cruel to me deserves better….” He sighed dramatically, making you slap him in the arm. You went to explain yourself but let out a surprised squeak when he picked you up bridal-style and carried you back to his quarters with ease. You blushed and squirmed in his arms, scared someone might see, but he couldn’t care less if anyone found out you were dating. He simply tossed you on the bed and jumped right in next to you, tugging you by the hip into his warm chest.

“I really am sorry.” You mumbled. “I don’t know why I acted like that, you’ve been nothing but sweet and supportive….”

“You’re stressed, I get it. Just next time, try to accept my help.” He replied softly while playing with your hair.

“I will.” You promised, burying your face into his neck and laying your arms over his shoulders comfortably. Within seconds you fell asleep in his warm embrace, and he followed soon after adding—“Goodnight my love.”

I really hope this was good!! Procrastination is hitting me like a brick but I really wanted to do this ask for you, and it honestly boosted my motivation so thank you !! ♡ I have a König blurb in my drafts that I’ll try to get out by tommorow, and another fic in the works…from a different fandom this time >:) Have a good night/day lovelies!! -Melo

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tdinyomomma · 8 months

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TD Imagines- Courtney

The Fake

“Do you think them hating each other will ever end?” I turned to Cody who was tense with fear looking around to watch out for Sierra. “Huh? What?” He asks and I chuckle, “She’s helping Chris with something she’ll be gone for a while.” I assure him, soothing his anxiety about the stalker who doesn’t leave him alone. His body slumps in the chair. “I’m sorry, what were you saying, though?” He apologizes but I shrug it off, it was understandable, Sierra is a bit much when it comes to the boy next to me.

“I said, do you think they will stop hating each other? Over a boy, ya know.” My eyes were locked on Courtney crying about Gwen kissing Duncan. Heather weirdly comforted her, it was strange to see that happening. “Oh, probably not. Courtney’s pretty persistent and stubborn.” He takes a bite of his food, I bite my lip, frowning. “Right.” I sigh.

“Why do you care?” He chews on his food, I make a disgusted expression. “What?” “Chew with your mouth closed.” I roll my eyes. “And I-” I stop and think for a moment before continuing. “I just don’t want to lose because our team can’t get along.” I partly lied. I mean, I don’t want to lose because we lose first class. I also don’t want to lose because that means we have to send someone home, I don’t know who to choose. Or who everyone else will choose. “True but if we do lose can you promise me to vote for Sierra, please.” He leans his head back, taking another bite of his food and I laugh. “Sure, Cody.”

After going back to silence I go back to looking over at Courtney who’s scribbling things down now. Heather says something to her and her eyes light up. I wonder what was said? Courtney’s head then snaps in my direction and I quickly vert my eyes to my lap.

Later on in the day, I felt a tap on my shoulder as I was about to go get some food for Cody and I. He’s been too scared to leave his spot not knowing where Sierra’s gonna pop out from. “Hm?” I turn around to see Courtney with a huge grin on her face. I melted a little by her touch and smiled back at her. “Hey, [Name], we’re pretty good friends. Right?” Her head tilts and I glance around to see if this is some joke. Yeah we’re friends. Being in the same show for three seasons. I’ve always admired her but never had the guts to be besties or anything. “Uh… yeah, I guess?” I shrug my shoulders, going back to making the plates of food.

“So, you wouldn’t mind doing an itsy bitsy favor for me, would you?” She gets in front of me to stop me from getting my food. I raise an eyebrow. “Depends.” I simply exclaim.

“[Name] it might actually not be so, itsy.” She frowns, I wait for her to go on and she closes her eyes taking a deep breath. “Could you please pretend to date me to make Duncan jealous. Alejandro offered but it doesn’t feel right. Duncan was always jealous of you.” She explains her favor and my jaw drops, along with the food that I was just holding. Her smile falters a bit, and she goes to apologize. I put my hands up, covering her mouth to start laughing. “Duncan? Jealous of me?” I snort, “hilarious joke, Court. Seriously.” I pat her shoulder, bending down to pick up the mess I made.

“I am serious, [Name]. Please. I’ll do anything.” She begs at this point and I look up at her from the angle I’m in. “Anything?” I smirk. “Yes, I swear.” I then see Duncan entering the room, I grab her by the waist and lean down to act like I’m about to kiss her. Her hands laid on my chest in shock. I look up at the mohawk having teen, acting surprised. “Oh, Duncan, what are you doing here?” I laugh awkwardly, still holding onto Courtney, not noticing how red her face is currently.

“What is going on here?” He furrows his brow and I clear my throat, now having the girl by my side, my hand still laid on her opposite hip. “What do you mean?” I quizz. “I mean, why are you kissing Courtney?” He asks more aggressively and I shrug my shoulders.

“Because I can.” I smile, “If you don’t mind we’re gonna go back to first class… together.” I wink, grabbing Cody’s food, walking back to the first class area with Courtney still right up next to me. Once we’re out of his sight, I let her go and she jumps up laughing. “That was amazing, did you see his face?!” She was practically talking to herself as I started walking again to go over to Cody. “Hey, wait. Where are you going?” She grabs the sleeve of my shirt, halting me from going anywhere.

“To give Cody his food and probably take a nap.” I look around confused, was I not supposed to go my separate ways after making Duncan jealous? “We have to make everyone think this is real, so Duncan doesn’t know it’s fake.” She crosses her arms, I laugh. She doesn’t but I couldn’t hold it in. “We never spoke before this, how are people going to believe it?” I point out, this is where she smirks.

“Back story, duh. If people ask, we will just tell them that we both pined for each other secretly and you finally mustered up the guts to tell me your feelings!” She explains so simply, my shoulders tense at the thought because a quarter of that is true on my end. Secretly pining after Courtney secretly since the beginning, I don’t even believe the situation I’m in right now.

“Oh, and you can’t talk to Gwen anymore. You’re mine.” She kisses my cheek and walks away leaving me flustered. I give myself a minute, taking a deep breath then going over to Cody, handing him his food in silence. “You good, you look happy but incredibly not yourself.” He takes a bite of a chip, I slowly turn my head to look at him eyes wide open. “I’m dating Courtney… I guess?” I then turn back to face forward, Cody’s jaw drops, so does his chip. “What!?” He shouts, earning a few looks and I shush him.

“I don’t know it happened so fast!” I whisper, clearly distressed.

“She was just crying over Duncan and now you’re dating!?” He was whispering now too, I rub my face aggressively, breathing in through my nose. “I guess! I have no idea man.” I hold my face in my hands.

“Wow, at least you got your girl.” He congratulates me but it doesn’t feel right since it’s not one-hundred percent the truth but he also doesn’t need to know that right now.

“Hey, [Name], come sit with me.” Courtney’s leaning over my seat and I look up at her, nervously grinning. “Okay…” I glance back to Cody who does a little nod as in okaying me to go. “You sure? Sierra might take my spot.” I remind him but he shrugs. “There’s nothing I can do about her at this point.” He sighs. I chuckle, ruffling his hair. “You’re the best, Cody.” I shoot up, taking Courtney’s hand and we go sit with Heather. I sit down normally and Courtney cuddles into my side. My whole torso is tense, not knowing what to do.

“You two are actually dating?” Heather questions us, I nod and Courtney smiles. “Yup, all mine.” She snuggles in closer, I didn’t even know we could get closer, but she manages to do it.

The next day, Courtney and I were all over each other, whenever eyes laid on us she did something to try and prove we’re a real couple somehow. Sometimes it felt too much. But I followed along, Duncan glared daggers through and if looks could kill I’d be 24 feet in the ground if he had it his way.

The next couple of days have been filled with Courtney using me to make Duncan jealous and as much as I know and understand this is to help her it’s really starting to bother me since it’s making my feelings grow stronger. It’s now hurting to know that this is not real and whenever she wants to we will end this and pretend nothing ever happened.

Thinking to myself, a person comes up to me, scaring me out of my zone.

“Hey, babe~” Courtney sings, plopping down next to me, I smile weakly at her. “Hey, Court.” I gave a short wave, her eyebrows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, just tired. Rough night.” I forced out a laugh but it was too obvious that it wasn’t real and I sigh, putting my head down. “You can talk to me. I might be your fake girlfriend but I still care.” She jokes with me and I nod but I don’t say anything, not knowing how to put how I feel into words.

I bite my lip, biting the dead skin off as I just blurt out words. “I like you.” I blurted out, and I’m shocked by my own words that left my mouth. “What?” Her face drops, I go to explain but she stands up, her hands on her hips. “[Name] this between us isn’t real, you know that. ” She exclaims loudly, I look around to see a few of our friends staring at us and I try to shush her.

“No, [Name], don’t shhh me!” She points a finger in my face. “I was only doing you a favor by being with you. This was to help me out and you really thought you’d get something out of this?” She gets louder and my heart rate quickens. “No- if you’d listen-” She cuts me off. “Don’t, I got what I wanted out of this. It’s done.” She storms off away from me. “I thought we were friends?” I questioned her, quiet enough for no one else to hear.

“Yeah to you, this was only for me to get what I wanted.” She scoffs, turning back around to face me again. My face contorts with different emotions and expressions. Mainly one: confused.

“Courtney, I’m seriously not understanding what’s happening.” I nervously laugh, she looks around and sees Duncan leaning against the wall then straightens her posture. “Like I said, we’re done, [Name].” She walks off over to the man and I hold onto my chest still feeling the thump of my heart.

I ran off to the bathroom, throwing up immediately. Not hearing the door open, someone rubs my back. “That was brutal.” A voice says but due to throwing up I can barely pay attention to anything except for the sound of my own gagging. Once it’s over I lean back onto the wall, flushing the toilet and looking up to see Cody, getting down to his knees to be leveled with me. “What was all that?” He asks and I shrug my shoulders.

“It was a fake relationship.” I laugh quietly, my throat is hoarse and I can still feel my heart. “What?” He questions me. “It was all fake, she asked me as a favor to make Duncan jealous. She was just a little harsh when I said I actually liked her.” I cough, scrunching my nose at the taste in my mouth. “I had some weird panic attack and the attention made me throw up though.” He stands up then helps me up afterwards.

His jaw clenches after he hears what I said. “She didn’t have to make a scene like that.” He comments but I just walk back to my seat. “It seemed like once she saw Duncan she didn’t finish what she had to say and left to join him.” I think back to how she looked at him and rushed over.

That night I didn’t eat, I didn’t talk and just cuddled into the seat, closing my eyes but not truly sleeping.

“Psst. [Name].” somebody shakes me, I mumble for them to go away but they don’t stop. “What?” I say in an aggressive tone but whispering since most of the others were also sleeping. “Can we talk?” It’s Courtney.

I stare at her, not responding back. My chest starts to hurt at the sight of her.

“Please, I’m sorry for earlier.” She pleads but I still don’t respond, looking at the ground. “[Name], I got hurt and Duncan wants me back. I went too far. It’s a reflex and I’m sorry.” She apologizes but I laugh dryly. “It was only meant to make him jealous, it wasn't meant to go that far.”

“You didn’t just do that to make Duncan jealous, you did it because you knew you could. You knew I liked you and you did it on purpose.” I say in a low tone, a hurt tone. A tone I don’t think she was ready to hear yet.

“I did you a favor and all it did was destroy me mentally. I thought I was helping someone I truly admired. Instead it was all a stupid game to you.” I stood up, meeting her eyes that were filled with tears.

“I didn’t think you actually liked me.” She whispers almost inaudibly.

“Well I don’t anymore.” I harshly say, walking away.

I voted myself out next time we lost, not wanting to be around her anymore.

It didn’t end with anyone getting a true explanation or an apology. Well Courtney tried but I kept thinking back to her words when she yelled at me. It overpowered every apology she gave me or things she gifted me to help me win.

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fayoftheforest · 1 year

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hey hey!! random question but what do you think kyle's kids are like? or even cartman's kids. i've just been sitting in my little corner with my own little characterizations so i figured might as well break out of my shell a little and ask other ppl what their interpretations are, and ur rlly fun!! :D

Thank you so much for the ask!! I love all your art of Kyle and Cartmans' children very much, it's fantastic :D I thought long and hard, and have come up with these wildly unfounded headcanons for Kyle’s children, partially influenced by kidfics I have read by authors such as Hollycomb and Sekrit (credit to the latter for being the first to name Kyle’s kid Benji!)

Benjamin Bartholemew Broflovski: I’ve always headcanoned Kyle’s middle name as Benjamin. Likewise, I hc Bartholomew is a family name on Gerald’s side, so Kyle wanted to honour that too. Plus, he's a big fan of alliteration :D

Benji is an overachieving, do-no-wrong golden child. He plays a lot of soccer in his youth (watched over by Soccer Mom Kyle) but switches to basketball in high school after a generous growth spurt. He’s also academically gifted, getting great grades in all of his classes. His favourite subject is history, specifically early civilisation. Would you like to know how the ancient Egyptians mummified the dead? Or the process of constructing an ancient Roman road? Well, he’s going to tell you anyway, and the lecture will last no less than two hours, and no, you don’t get a break. The only time that Benji does not exude confidence is when it comes to dating when he's older, wherein he’s a flustered and stuttering mess. He’s got the Bitchless Broflovski curse, I’m afraid 😔

Despite his radiant childhood, he goes through a rebellious phase in his early teen years. He starts to worry that people see him as boring or stuck-up, and so acts out. I doubt he’d go full goth, but maybe he’d get busted for drinking on school property or something, camped out behind the bleachers with some of the Bad Kids. Kyle gets SO MAD that the full name is cracked out: "Benjamin Bartholemew Broflovski!" but Benji figures if it’s pissing his dad off, then he must be doing something right. This behaviour spirals out of control until he has a bit of a scare (someone gets hurt, but not seriously), and after Kyle comes to his rescue, the two have a good ol’ heart to heart and all is well once more :)

During the brief moment we see him in Post Covid, Benji is shown wearing a kippah, which could indicate that he’s an orthodox Jew. However, Kyle’s lifestyle does not seem to adhere to orthodoxy on the show, and I imagine he’d raise Benji as a reform/liberal Jew, just like I think Kyle is. The kippah could be because they’re at a Denny’s Applebees Max, and some Jews choose to cover their heads when eating, but I believe that, like Gerald, he simply wears his all of the time. As the post-covid conclusion is a utopian vision, Benji has been raised without the same antisemitic bullying that his father experienced, and so has no shame or self-loathing about being Jewish. He’s proud and he’s passionate about his faith!

Ada-May Sheila Broflovski: Kyle strikes me as the kind of guy to name his daughter after a famous feminist figure. Ada is after Ada Lovelace, who’s widely considered to be the first computer programmer! The ‘May’ is a family name, double barreled because he likes the ring to it. Sheila is of course after his mother, who he may have his gripes with, but still loves very dearly.

Ada is a quiet child. Raised in her older brother’s shadow, she’s not as naturally gifted at sports, and despite her namesake struggles quite a lot with math. Kyle loves both his children equally of course, but sometimes he doesn’t know what to make of her, because she’s not very expressive and quite emotionally closed off at times. She really enjoys reading, particularly nonfiction, so Kyle finds ways to connect with her by talking to her about the books she enjoys, and reading her favourites with her.

Ada doesn’t have too many friends whilst growing up, which Kyle stresses over to no end, but she doesn’t mind too much, happy in her own little world. In high school she makes friends with Moisha, Cartman’s son, and they start the school paper together. This kickstarts her passion for photography, as she follows Moisha around with a camera whist he asks people invasive and leading questions. The pair get into a lot of trouble together, and many hijinks ensue. Kyle blames it on Moisha's upbringing by his inept father and secretly misses the days when Ada didn’t have so many friends.

Tzedakah (charity work) is one of the most important commandments that Jews are obligated to observe, and I can see Ada really connecting with this mitzvah. She loves helping people in need, and works on many, many charity drives and events throughout her youth. She inherits a strong sense of justice from her father, and I love the idea of them bonding over this! They volunteer every Wednesday night at a soup kitchen together, and Benji sometimes comes too, making it a family affair :D

So, those are my main headcanons for Benji and Ada at the moment! I’d love to hear anyone else’s thoughts if they’d like to share theirs as well. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to ramble!!

#south park #kyle broflovski #kyle's kids #moisha cartman #headcanons

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phoenix-manga · 2 years

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Klara’s Team

Poison-Type Team

Klara is recently taking her training in the dojo much more seriously. Her Poison-type team is a dangerous bunch to challenge. She doesn’t need to set sneaky Toxic Spikes on the field to defeat her opponents this time.

Galarian Weezing ♂

“Come here, I need you to puff smoke at that pompous blonde again. He insulted my outfit, don’t look at me like that, Weezing!”

Moves: Toxic, Heat Wave, Protect, Strange Steam

Ability: Levitate

⊖ The only one in the the team that you can hold a conversation with and NOT end up poisoned and nauseous. He keeps the tension leveled in the group and does the negotiating should things start to get heated.

⊖ Klara often has him try to puff smoke in Vil's direction, even if its not toxic, it was strong enough to give him a bad hair day. But Weezing thinks his trainer is just being a bit petty, so he feels guilty doing it.

⊖ He's labeled as the "Phoebe" of the group. Phoebe usually keeps Klara calm whenever she's visiting back at Galar, knowing how her cousin can be when offended. Weezing basically does her job when Phoebe isn't around.

Drapion ♀

“Oh my, did my sweet Drapion scare you? She won’t hurt anyone as long as you’re not acting like a brat~!”

Moves: Smart Strike, Poison Jab, Megahorn, Protect

Ability: Battle Armor

⊖ A brute on and off the battlefield. Grumpy and not easily approachable unless you're Klara or have a Pokemon that can release a calming scent around her.

⊖ Drapion is often by herself and other Pokemon know when to give her alone time, because trying to approach an annoyed Drapion is just asking for trouble.

Scolipede ♀

“Hehe, those boys dare think about messing with me then they’re in for a surprise… Scolipede, chase down that guy who thought it was funny to try and catcall me!”

Moves: X-Scissor, Poison Fang, Crunch, Ice Fang

Ability: Poison Point

⊖ Scolipede is alright with girls but for some reason is picky with boys. Depending on his trainer's reaction, she can dictate whether or not the guy was alright or on the hit list.

⊖ Knowing how Klara can be when certain guys give her the wrong kind of impression, Scolipede won't be easily convinced to NOT chase them down.

⊖ Of course, Scolipede won't chase down a boy if they're too young. She has common sense to know that children will easily leave them be if she glares a bit.

Galarian Slowbro ♀

“I’m gonna need you to aim for the- hey! Don’t go sleeping now, help me teach that crow a lesson!”

Moves: Scald, Focus Blast, Shell Side Arm, Psychic

Ability: Quick Draw

⊖ She may be Klara's main partner but a Slowpoke do what Slowpoke does best. Snoozing in the worst timing possible whether it be in battle or even just going for a walk.

⊖ Klara's learned to love that side of Slowpoke though. She would never trade her for anything.

⊖ Slowpoke will often be baited to shoot water towards a certain crow when Klara is fed up with the constant cawing of demands.

Salazzle ♀

"Oh~! You really went out of your way to get me a Pokemon from Alola? You're the best cousin ever, Pheebs!"

Moves: Toxic, Venoshock, Fire Lash, Dragon Pulse

Ability: Corrosion

⊖ Phoebe once saw a Salandit and thought of gifting a Pokemon to Klara once she checks the Rotomdex on it's entry. She spent hours checking which one was female which was a difficult task to do.

⊖ But she managed to find a female Salandit and caught it. Phoebe wasn't much of a Poison-type user due to their high strung personality. Her Seviper just happened to be timid. But the sassy Salandit would get along well with Klara.

⊖ Klara was of course, delighted to receive a Poison-type from another region. She loves the Salandit so much and in turn the Pokemon is her cheerleader.

⊖ As it evolved into Salazzle, she has a very proud personality and likes to mimic Klara's expression. Looking up to the trainer as a role model.

#headcanons #pokemon #pokemon x twisted wonderland #twst x pokemon #klara #galarian triad au

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daddykylokenobi · 1 year

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Kylo Ren X Y/N Chapter 3

Warnings-(sexual content will eventually occur in this series but it will be stated in the warnings beforehand) cuddling, realization of deep feelings, hints at romantic tension.

The mellow singing of birds could be heard outside Y/n’s barrack house, she stumbled out of bed passing other female resistance members and headed towards the showers. The sun was just breaking over the horizon and peeking through the tall jungle trees, the air was damp and smelled of soil and wild flowers. It had been a few days since you and Bens last training session and if you were honest with yourself there was a bit of you that missed him, these last few days he had been busy and so had you so there wasn’t much contact between you too except passing glances around base. You tried to ignore these invasive thoughts as you reached the shower building.

Warm water shot over Y/n as she gently scrubbed her scalp in small circles, today was a big day she thought to herself, her and some others were being sent again to Takodana to work on Maz’s destroyed castle, her and the others there needed a lot of help since their home was so abruptly taken from them. Y/n wasn’t exactly sure who all was coming, she knew for sure that Dahla, Finn, and Rey were in the group, she was surprised that Rey was joining them since she had been working so much on Jedi related projects since the end of the war, for this Y/n had never gotten close to her.

Before long Y/n was dressed and heading for the bunkers and runway where the ships were held. Like she had thought Dahla, Finn and Rey were all huddled around the Millennium Falcon, Rey’s ship that she inherited from the late Han Solo.

“Ey I didn’t know you were on this too!” Finn had a big smile on his face when he saw you walk up. You enjoyed being around Finn and got to work with him fairly regularly since he had been around.

“Heh yeah I got assigned last minute by Dameron so here I am.” Y/n shared the cheery expression, Finn’s excitement was always contagious. “Who else is on board?” Y/n peered around the corner of the entrance pad wondering who was making the clanking noises from inside.

“Oh that’s Farron, and Kyl- I mean Ben is coming too, he should be here soon.” Finn corrected himself while walking over to a stack of boxes and grabbed one. “I keep messing that up but don’t tell him.” Finn whispered to you and made a sarcastic scared face before entering the Falcon with the equipment box.

Suddenly a sense of dread filled your stomach, having to be stuck working with Farron for a whole week did not sound very fun, admittedly though you were glad to be leaving base and making some real efforts to help people. Also hearing that Ben was joining too made you a bit relieved.

“Have you gotten to talk to him much?” Rey was looking down at a big map in her hands as she questioned you, not looking up even as she spoke.

“Who Ben?” You caught yourself playing dumb for seemingly no reason.

“Oh no I was thinking of the other ex-Sith.” She looked at you seriously then laughed, “yes Ben who else would I be talking about.”

“Oh uh a little yeah but not a ton, what about you?”

“Eh not really, to be honest I haven’t had much time to but I’m curious for him to join us, I’d like to hear some stories about Han if he’d like to share.” Rey’s voice trailed off, you sensed a moment of grief in her as she mentioned Han.

“Yeah that would be interesting to hear..” You and Ben hadn’t talked about Han or Leia much, you could tell it was a sensitive subject but now you were definitely curious as well.

A few hours passed and you all were landing on Takodana, Ben had showed up not long after your and Rey’s conversation and there was a quick and quiet ship ride over here.

The rest of the day was spent mostly transporting supplies and equipment to the Castle grounds and clearing rubble from the surrounding area, you got to work with Dahla majority of the day so it was uneventful. Nightfall was coming soon and you guys were setting up your camp for the upcoming week, the area around the castle was already used up by its past inhabitants so you had to set up off in the distance by the beach.

You, Dahla and Finn had finished making a fire and getting all of your gear organized together.

“Oh uh, there’s only 3 tents Y/n..” Dahla whispered to you as she searched through the equipment bag.

“Really that’s all they sent us with?” You were surprised they didn’t grab an extra so you girls wouldn’t have to bunk with any of the guys, any worried thoughts quickly were extinguished because you knew you and Dahla would end up being together anyways.

“Yeah, I hope Rey is okay with Finn, and Farron and Ben together.” She said pulling out the tent supplies.

After another hour it was completely dark outside, your home for the next week was set up and everyone was gathered together eating dinner and talking about the following week as well as the bases newest gossip (from Finn of course).

“Hey I’m just saying two people don’t hang out that much for it to be nothing okay.” Finn joked while dramatically gesturing his hands.

Rey and Farron laughed along while Dahla sat slightly embarrassed that This is what we chose to talk about, a game of who liked who at base. Ben was mostly quiet except for a few small smiles, he mostly focused on his dinner.

“Ahh well as much fun as that was!” Rey giggled as she stood up and patted the sand off her legs. “Dahla are you ready for bed? I’m exhausted.” She leaned over to start taking her boots off then half hopped over to her tent and entered it.

Everyone in the circle all looked up at Rey and then eachother with all different expressions. Finn seemed disappointed, he was expecting him and Rey to share a tent and you could tell he was upset about the fact that they weren’t, then Farron gazed at Y/n with an excited smile that he was trying to contain.

“Sorry..” Dahla leaned over to Y/n shrugging then followed Rey to what was now Their tent.

Y/n quickly got very nervous, she looked over at all 3 men and tried to weigh her options, Farron was immediately off the table since she knew he would definitely try to make a move, Finn was a safe bet since he was obviously head over heels for Rey but you knew he would talk your ear off for at least another hour, then your eyes caught with Ben, he was already looking at you with an expecting expression.

“So Y/n-“ Farron started to say but was then interrupted by Ben who stood up, “I’m gonna head to sleep so just join whenever Y/n.” He said it so plainly and unbothered but made a brief moment of eye contact with Farron before disappearing into one of the empty tents.

Y/n sat there unmoving, a little surprised that Ben made the decision for you to stay with him but it was one that you were okay with, you couldn’t help but overthink why he was looking at Farron the way he did though..? You trailed your eyes over to meet Farron and Finn’s who both seemed annoyed with the group decision. “Well I’ll see you guys in the morning.” You nodded before following Ben into the tent.

The tents were actually well made with thick dark green walls that had a layer of waterproof material in between it that made them much warmer, the floor was comprised of a few layers of different blankets and then there was a small lantern in the corner which lit the inside well enough to see. They were decently spacious inside with a good height but only wide enough to have 2 sleeping bags which both were laid flush against each side of the tent, there was only about a foot and a half in between them but at least the tents were long enough so you and Ben could both keep your backpacks in them at each foot of the sleeping bags.

You entered the tent, greeted with warmth since escaping the wind outside which was quickly picking up, leaving behind low howls and the sounds of trees swinging and swaying. You scanned the inside of the tent, Ben was sitting on his sleeping bag, seemingly nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

You sat down on your side, stripping off your boots and jacket. “Hey uh thanks for saving me out there.” You nodded towards outside the tent.

“What do you mean?” He slightly raised one eyebrow following the direction of your gesture.

“Well um, in case it hasn’t been super obvious Farron kinda has it out for me, I’ve turned him down but he just doesn’t know when to quit. I could tell he was wanting to get stuck bunking with me so I’m just Really glad you spoke up before he did.”

Ben took notice of your enunciation of “Really” and made a mental note of how much you truly did appreciate it.

“I just know he would’ve tried to make a move and it would’ve been super awkward..” Y/n was now laying on her back staring up at the tent ceiling.

Ben felt his body twitch when he heard your words, a small fire of anger started in the pit of his stomach. He was feeling Jealous, but why should he feel jealous? You obviously were not into Farron but still the thought of someone wanting You was driving a knife in his side that he couldn’t seem to pull out.

Y/n sensed a great deal of unrest coming from Ben, she looked over to him and he was staring back at her, the lantern flickering over his face and body, his shoulders were tensed up and his eyes were striking right through her.

Y/n was so entranced by this moment of eye contact they were sharing, it went on for seconds before Ben broke the silence. “Do you want me to say something to him?” His tone was calm but assertive.

“Oh no that’s really not necessary, he’s just persistent so it’s starting to get a little uncomfortable being around him, it’s okay though.” Y/n rolled onto her side so she could face Ben, again they caught eyes, both of them silently staring at eachother, the silence between them was comfortable, peaceful even. “So.. How have you been doing? Do you feel like you’re fitting in okay..?

Ben slowly shifted down onto his sleeping bag to lay on his side and match Y/n’s position. He let out a little huff as if thinking of his answer. “It’s going okay, I think some of the others are scared of me though.”

“What really?” Y/n said sarcastically then laughed. “But really though.. People just need some time to get to know you, I was a little scared for awhile to be honest, especially the first day we talked in the forest.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know how else to approach you.” He apologized.

“Oh don’t be sorry it’s okay,” she said with a warm smile while lightly shaking her head no. “It’s just different for us, we grow up having all of these thoughts and expectations put into our head about the First Order so it’ll take people time to readjust with you being around, they’ll get used to it though. They just need to talk to you more and before you know it all the girls will be swooning for the mysterious “Kylo Ren” Y/n always tried to lighten hard situations with jokes or sarcasm and she couldn’t resist poking fun at him.

Ben rolled his eyes at her suggestion but the corners of his mouth were gently raised into a smirk. “I doubt it..” he trailed off smiling. He felt so relaxed around Y/n recently, before there wasn’t anyone he felt that he could be himself around but these past few days with Y/n felt different than usual, like something had shifted.

Y/n giggled to herself while sitting up to pull her blankets to her torso, a gentle shiver running down her back from the wind outside.

“Well um,” Bens expression had now turned serious. “I have been wanting to thank you, actually.” He said avoiding eye contact with Y/n.

“Thank me? What for?” She had returned to her laying side position.

“Just for being so patient with me, I know it’s not easy being around me and like you said, there are a lot of expectations that you have to work on to be comfortable with me and I really appreciate you taking the time to do that.” Ben struggled to get the words out, he got used to being straightforward when he worked with the First Order but not so much with emotions, anger yes but compassion? That was seen as mercy for one which was then seen as weak.

Y/n felt the honesty in his words, her chest fluttered for a second and her breath got caught in her throat. “Oh.. Well you’re welcome, really I should be thanking you though, you’ve done so much for me as well.”

“Heh yeah I suppose.” With that said Ben situated himself comfortably and leaned over to the lantern to dim it some, leaving just enough light to be able to see.

Y/n had a big happy grin on her face underneath her blanket that she had pulled over her nose to keep from the cold that seemed to be seeping into the tent. “See you in the morning Ben.” She watched him snuggle into his pillow before shutting her eyes.

“Goodnight Y/n.” Ben shut his eyes and pulled his blanket to his chest trying to find some warmth.

Quickly they both drifted off to sleep, each of them comforted by the others close presence.

Abruptly Ben shook out of his sleep, the wind outside was howling loudly and causing the tent to gently shake here and there, the night had dropped temperatures more than they were expecting, Ben huffed out quietly while turning over to check on Y/n. She was curled up in a ball on her sleeping bag, eyes open and staring towards the tents entrance.

“Are you alright?” He mumbled half awake.

“I didn’t know it was going to get s-so cold.” She stuttered as her body shivered against itself.

“Yeah.” Ben rubbed the sleep from his eyes and squinted at the time watch he had on his left wrist, it was only 3AM.

The wind roared outside causing Y/n to jump, Ben looked over to her with a worried expression. Y/n’s eyes met his and they both seemed to sense each others idea at the same time.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” Y/n whispered, exhaustion from the restless last few hours setting in.

“I’m ok if you are.”

A moment passed as they both weighed their options, trying to decide if this was Really necessary. Just then a loud crack of thunder shot through the sky which was followed by a soft drizzle of rain hitting the tent.

They looked back at eachother, a silent agreement was made then Ben scooted his back to the wall of the tent, Y/n sat up and pushed her sleeping bag right beside his, she slowly laid back down beside him, the warmth radiating from his body already casting a shadow of comfort and rest onto her.

“Sorry-“ Ben said trying to reposition himself, he wasn’t sure where to lay or how to react to this situation, they were only doing it for warmth he knew that, but he felt strangely grateful to the storm for putting them both in this opportunity.

“It’s okay,” Y/n whispered, “here just-, like this..” She directed Ben on how to position himself, she helped him put his arm out so she could nuzzle herself into him, she curled up against his core, tucking her arms in front of her touching his chest.

Ben felt nervousness start to invade his body, he had never been close to a girl like this, especially one he was growing so fond of. He began to be worried he would somehow hurt her being this close, very gently and slowly he wrapped his arm around her, pulling the blanket over each of them and resting his large palm over her back.

Y/n tried to keep her mind straight but before long her thoughts were wandering aimlessly to Ben, his body was considerably larger than she was, easily wrapping over her. His breaths were slow and steady, almost sounding like the breaths he taught her in meditation lessons when keeping calm.

“Is this okay?” Ben said in a hushed tone.

It was perfect, at least that’s what Y/n wanted to say.

“Mhm” She couldn’t say a word, she knew if she did that something would come out that she would later regret.

The pitter patter of rain danced on the tent muffling any sounds from outside except the rain and thunder. Y/n tried to settle her nerves by taking a deep breath, “in… out….” She thought. She took a deep inhale through her nose then slowly exhaled into Ben’s chest. He felt the warmth from her breath cascading over his torso, rising upto his neck. As cold as the inside of the tent was Ben felt a tinge of sweat building on his brow, silently he thanked himself that he had waited so long to approach Y/n with training, if she was skilled enough to read his thoughts.. He pushed away the thought with relief that she couldn’t yet.

Y/n breathed in his scent, his clothes had been soaked in the smoke from their campfire earlier that night, but beneath that was the smell of the air after it has rained, fresh, earthy, and comforting. Her and Ben had never been this close, even though they had been training a little over a month together already they always kept their distance and personal space. She could hardly believe this was actually happening, she never imagined the first time they met that they would end up growing so close, but were they close? Y/n was so confused about their relationship, they had shared many intimate moments before during training and they both enjoyed eachothers company even if they hadn’t admitted it to the other, but still anything more than a friendship had never seemed possible until this moment.

They both laid deathly still, not daring to move incase it would disturb the other. A few minutes of silence passed, the storm outside growing louder with each fleeting second.

“Do storms scare you?” Ben had broken the quiet tension.

“….They did when I was young.” Y/n uncurled herself from his chest and pulled away enough so that their faces were lined up beside eachother, just inches away from any possibility. “What about you..?” She squinted through the darkness in the tent, her eyes slowly adjusting until she could clearly see his face.

Ben swallowed the anxiety in his throat. “No not really.” Ben didn’t feel scared very often in his life, he even sometimes took pride in it when faced with a worrisome challenge that didn’t faze him, but in this moment with Y/n he felt it, the pit in his stomach, the shakiness of his breath, everything seemed to be hitting him at once.

Even though Y/n was still new to the Force and her capabilities with it she was getting more sensitive to peoples moods and she could sense Ben’s anxiousness.

She looked intently into Ben’s eyes, they were dark with varying shades of brown and hazel. She had never noticed how comforting his presence could be, she felt safe and protected when she was with him.

And Ben, looking at Y/n, he thought of how quickly his feelings towards her had changed this last week, he felt so different around her, he was more relaxed, more human, more his old self.. He loved how she brought out that side of him, the side that he had been hiding away for so terribly long.

Y/n tucked her head down again, hiding herself from his watchful gaze. “Ben.. I haven’t really taken the time to truly thank you for all that you’ve done for me, you’ve spent so much time with me lately, teaching me the ways of the Force and you’ve been so patient even when I fail. I was nearing a dangerous place before you came along and without you I really don’t know where I would be or what I would’ve done, so thank you..”

Ben was frozen in place, he hadn’t had anyone show him this sort of kindness for so long, his breath was caught in his lungs, his heart was beating rapidly, and his mind was blank with a response, he blinked a few times trying to reset his consciousness before answering. “Y/n.. If there’s anyone who deserves thanking it’s you, you’ve helped me bring out my old self again which no one ever has and I feel that I can be myself around you without judgement. You accepted me when everyone else was avoiding me out of fear and I will always be grateful for your compassion towards me.” Ben fought to release these words from deep inside him, he had trained himself so well to keep these kinds of feelings buried away but with Y/n beside him he felt safe to release this part that was always there, a loving and compassionate side of himself.

Y/n smiled against his chest, her core was washed with warmth and safety in his arms. “I’m glad you’re here.” She whispered.

Ben brought his hand upto the back of her head and laid it against her, softly petting her silky hair. “Me too..”

#kylo ren #star wars #ben solo #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren x reader #adam driver

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emeto-secret-agent · 2 years

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Sicktember Day 13

Alt. 4. Taking a Sick Day

Fandom: -

Characters: Florian and Celia

Illness: Strep Throat

Warning: Implied Scat, Mentions Of Leeching

Maids have bad days too and sometimes even Celia messes up

Sickfic with minor plot with Celia realizing that she should keep Florian away from dairy products

‘I think you should stay in bed and rest up today Your Highness.’

Florian sighed and cleared his throat before taking a chance at talking. His voice still sounded like it was sandpapered down, but at least the royal doctor understand him.

‘I was afraid you’ll say this.’

‘It’s for your own good Your Highness. We wouldn’t want you to get worse.’

‘Right…’

‘I propose a day’s rest and then tomorrow morning I’ll come back to see your condition, Your Highness. Until then please rest well and spare yourself. I’m sure you must have very tasking responsibilities but just for today, take a break, my prince.’

‘Alright then, I shall do that. Thank you for your wisdom.’

But when Celia tried to convince the prince to take a break did he listen? No, of course, he didn’t. But this honey glazed man was just smiling at him as if he single-handedly made Florian get better and the prince was even grateful for him.

‘Please my prince, it’s my pleasure. I deeply hope you’ll be better soon.’

If Celia would have had the knowledge of modern slangs, she no doubt would have used the word ‘cringe’ for this man. But since she was in no position to express this kind of desires, she stayed quiet and bowed her head when the doctor turned to her.

‘Keep serving the herbs to His Highness that I requested and keep a good eye on his condition and his comfort.’ the older man’s voice dropped a few degrees as he started speaking to Celia. The maid hasn’t even tried to look up at him. ‘If it won’t get better, prepare everything for the leeching.’

Over a sore throat? Celia almost said something out loud but luckily she closed her mouth just before that. It wasn’t the time nor the place to do that. But leeches? Seriously?

‘Did you understand that maid?’

‘Yes my lord.’

‘Thank you for everything. Now if you excuse me, I shall rest.’ Florian tried to use his most polite voice as he shoot a look at Celia, but the maid was still only looking at the floor. He did not like how the doctor talked, but it was no reason to scold this wise man for.

‘Of course Your Highness.’

The doctor gathered his supplies and after another series of ‘get wells’, he left the prince’s chamber, leaving only Celia and Florian in there. The moment he was out of the door Celia finally could look up and shoot a death glare where that man was standing before. After that she took a deep breath to calm herself down, she shouldn’t get so worked up in front of a sick person, especially if that person was the crown prince. But Florian already noticed the signs of anger on the girl and somehow he felt proud for recognizing the small changes on the maid’s face. It was like he get to know her better and better with each passing day.

‘I feel like you… aren’t really on good terms with the doctor. Could I be right?’

‘I can’t say anything about him and you know that Your Highness.’

Even though Celia’s face remained blank, there was a slight irritability in her voice that made Florian realize, she really did not like him.

‘That may be true, but I can see that you almost carry ill feelings towards him.’

That may have been a little bit of strong wording because Celia almost looked scared when she turned back at the prince. That nervousness made even Florian feel uneasy and he couldn’t help but start coughing.

‘I have never said anything like that Your Highness.’ Celia quickly was at the side of his bed and leaned closer as she started to whisper. ‘And I never will. These words could get me kicked out of the palace or get me killed.’ Florian could see in her eyes that she was serious. Suddenly an uncomfortable terror twisted inside of his stomach. ‘Please never say things like that again Your Highness. And never ask me this again.’

‘Right… I’m sorry…’

Ill feelings? It was more than that. That man almost got her mother killed and ruined her life. But as she looked at the prince, she knew she could never tell him this. No matter how comfortable he felt with her, she was still his maid and nothing else. So Celia shook her head and suddenly her usual smile was back on her face.

‘No, I’m sorry for saying things like that Your Highness. Please forget that anything even happened. I shall prepare your tea soon.’

Florian wished Celia could tell him what she meant by that and if there was a problem, let him help her. He’s the crown prince after all, there shouldn’t be anything that he couldn’t do for his maid. But Florian knew better than to push this conversion so he just smiled back and went with the subject change.

‘Thank you. That’s certainly better than the leeches.’ Florian tried his best to laugh – as his throat let him – but Celia’s fingers clenched around the pot. That damned leeches. No, she can’t get mad right now. Gosh, what was up with her today? She needed to stay calm.

‘I’ll have to agree.’ Celia tried her best at the fake laugh, even though she felt like it was pathetic. ‘Mind if I ask…does the lord often uses leeches on Your Highness?’

‘Not often, but it certainly isn’t a surprise when he decides to do.’

‘And you don’t mind?’

‘If it makes me get better, then not really. I can endure the process.’

‘But does it really help?’

Celia was in no way letting that man put leeches on his patient. Not over a sore throat. He knew many ways that were way better than that.

‘I believe so. I mean I’m not dead yet.’ gosh Florian really shouldn’t force the laugh, it only made his throat hurt so much more. But Celia still looked so upset and he wished to enlighten her mood. Somehow.

‘Your tea is ready.’

‘Thank you…’

‘Tell me Your Highness, how about I make you some other drink that will help soothe your throat?’

‘Oh?’ Florian looked at the tea he was currently holding. Celia surely thought about something else, and well, he wouldn’t be against some changing. Not that the tea she made wasn’t good enough but… He felt like soon tea will be flowing in his veins instead of blood. ‘What do you mean?’

‘It’s a cup of warm milk with some honey, and if you don’t mind me saying this, I believe this drink has a distinguished taste and its warmness and the honey helps with the throat pain very well. Everyone who has tried this drink before quite liked it.’

There was an almost mischievous smile on the maid's face as she looked at Florian and the prince couldn’t help but smile too. He liked it when Celia smiled. And even though the thought of this sweet drink was really promising, the prince still has a slight doubt deep down. Didn’t Celia say a few weeks ago that they should try to avoid some foods to see if that’ll help with the prince’s stomachaches? And one of those things was milk. But the maid looked like she wanted him to try the drink by all means and Florian trusted Celia. She wouldn’t do anything to make him feel worse.

‘Alright then, I’d love to try this one out.’

‘I’m very glad to hear this Your Highness.’ and she was, since now the prince would see too that she has so many more and better ways to make him feel better than the doctor. ‘If you’d excuse me then, I’ll be right back with your drink.’

Celia haven’t wasted any time, the next moment she was out of the room and on her way to the kitchen. She’ll make this for the prince with her own hands and he’ll love the drink very much. She was so sure about it. Maybe a little bit even too sure.

When she got back to the prince’s room, Florian was still in the same position as she left him, only the empty tea cup was now sitting next to him on the small table and he was holding a handkerchief in front of his face as he coughed harshly into it. He was pale and his face twisted into a pained expression as he swallowed, the pain in his throat visibly causing him to be in distress. A soft smile appeared on Celia’s face as she looked at the prince, even in his illness, Florian looked so kind and soft, always giving the loveliest smiles to the maid when he looked at her. Clelia wasn’t even sure if somebody else ever looked at her like that. She felt like she knew the prince better than everyone and, somehow, he knew her better than everyone.

‘I’m back Your Highness.’

‘Ah, Celia.’ Florian kindly smiled at her. ‘I’m glad that you’re already here.’

‘I’ve brought your drink. I hope it’ll be to your liking.’

Celia was right. This drink was delicious. The milk’s warmness was soothing for his throat and the sweet taste made him forget about his sickness for a second. He wished to down the whole glass in only a matter of seconds but he knew that he should drink it slowly for it to actually work. So as the prince happily sipped on his warm drink, Celia sat beside him and carefully watched as Florian’s golden locks slightly moved on his forehead with each mouthful.

‘How do you like it?’

‘It’s even better than I imagined.’ sighed the prince as a small relief finally washed over his sore throat.

‘I’m so happy to hear this.’ Celia couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘Better than leeches?’

‘Oh, so much better.’ laughed the prince as the warmness filled up his chest too at the sight of the smiling girl. Finally.

‘Then I’ll let you rest for a while, Your Highness. I’ll be in the other room, please just call for me if you need absolutely anything.’

‘Alright, thank you.’

Celia quietly left the room and went back to the part of the prince’s chamber where he usually met with his visitors, while Florian laid back on his bed to sleep a little and hopefully soon get better. A comfortable fullness sat on his stomach as he pulled the covers up and closed his eyes with a sigh.

But the once comfortable feeling slowly became painful bloatedness and now Florian couldn’t even dream about going to sleep. A soft whimper left his lips as he laid on his side and hugged his upset middle which angrily gurgled under his palms. Gosh, he hasn’t had any problem with his stomach before, but now suddenly it felt like a big pot of soup, ready to boil over on the open fire. Maybe his sickness was worse than they thought it at first or was something else going on? But Celia really wouldn’t give him anything that would upset his stomach…

Suddenly a harsh cramp hit him right in his lower belly and the pain caused him to moan out loudly which managed to summon Celia from the other room. There was a worried expression on the maid’s face as she stepped in.

‘Are you alright Your Highness?’

‘I-… I’m not quite sure…’ was the only thing the prince managed to say before another rumble shoot through his belly and made him whimper which was followed by a hot burst of gas. Celia was immediately next to Florian’s bed.

‘Is your stomach sick too?’

A few more rounds of gas left the prince’s body before he slightly nodded.

‘Seems like it…’

‘But why?’ Celia was left in confusion by the sudden change in Florian’s condition. He was fine just thirty minutes before this. ‘Your stomach hasn’t bothered you before, right?’

‘No, it really just started now.’

But what could’ve caused it?

‘What kind of stomachache is it? Your Highness?’

‘It’s really painful in my lower stomach and I feel so bloated and…’ another wet fart rushed out of the prince and his eyes went wide. ‘Like something’s going to come out.’

Florian haven’t wasted a second, the next moment he was out of bed and made a mad dash for the toilet. Celia was left there standing in incomprehension and she was too stunned to even go after the prince. Numerous possibilities rushed through her mind, trying to find the reason for the prince’s upset belly. What could have he eaten? Where could have he gone? What could have he drunk…?

The sudden sense of guilt flooded the maid’s chest and her hand flew in front of her mouth at the realization. The milk. It must have been the milk. She tried to keep the prince away from any dairy as it seemed to upset his stomach but being blinded by the urge to prove she was better than the doctor, she completely forgot about it. To prove to Florian she could perfectly take care of him, she accidentally made everything worse.

On one hand, Celia was now sure it was the milk that caused so many problems for the prince, but on the other hand, she couldn’t escape the deadly guilt she was feeling. She got so stressed and irresponsible because of the doctor and his leeches and now it was Florian who suffered the consequences.

Celia’s mind was already full of different kinds of apologies as she rushed after the prince to try and comfort him somehow in his new misery.

#sicktember 2022 #prince florian #celia #not me editing this with a sore throat lol #life really do be imitating art

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you’re so right in your art maria having gerhmans babies is the best ending to bloodborne how many would they have? probably gerhman wants many babies 😳😳😳😳

Thank you anon(s) ! (I don’t know it's the same person here??i guess?). Always happy to know people enjoy my ideas & drawings :) ! Especially that one.

Also I’m sorry but I might have understand a few of your sentences a bit weirdly too? so allow me to explain my position on the subject. (+I feel like you’re reducing her to just have kids ahah i don’t really like that. Not a fan of tropes where people just have many kids just to have kids too. But perhaps you didn’t express yourself well)

(So I have multiple differents interpretations of characters relationships at the same times and I like to imagined multiple stories too. In canon. I really don't think anything serious ever happened between them. An if there's indeed romantic feelings involve on one sides or both I don't think it went really far due to the mess in Yharnam and mental states of the characters after the Hamlet.)

While imagining stories, I asked myself many questions : what type of persons the characters were, what they looked like for some... and at some point what's their view of parenthood. Who could have kids if they desire and who couldn't (because pretty sure at least 1 human in the entire of bloodborne is infertile) who would have like and who didn't want to. (I have some thoughts about Annalise on the subject for ex)

We know Gascoigne had children but he's a last generation hunters. I don't feel like many old hunters would have children for ex. Because of the hunt & how uncertain the future was (+the mental disorders & illness the fishing hamlet cause...) it's not the best move to have kids if you get killed afterwards or if the children in question ended up killed...

Also the game not really about babies ? Ok birth/ rebirth (and death) are central themes and there’s Mergo, the orphan, the Vilebloods and all. It’s funny the humans want to become gods but the gods are envious of the humans because they can give birth… so yeah it’s ONE of the central themes with how far humans are willing to go… but i don’t see how that would link to some particular characters wanting lots of kids. ^^’

But well it's headcanons time now.

Concerning Gehrman, I feel like he didn't seriously consider having a family for a huge while because of his way of life but still have a soft spot about the idea to have a lil family of his own. And then consider that maybe he could build smt with Maria 🥲 If he's not an hunter anymore pretty sure he would make the perfect house malewife husband. But i also feel he's more like : "it's ok if we don't have children, we'll just have a dog then." type of guy. Not wanting to push things to fast and don’t really want too many too? Just want his family to be happy (I mean he’s not the one birthing them so he would like to discuss things first xD and he’s scared something goes wrong too.) will actually do a pretty good job at taking care of children i think.

Concerning Maria it's a bit more tricky...well when you look at the characters in the hunter's nightmare and everything you don't get the feeling she would like to actually have/give birth to a child. But it's a nightmare and I still consider the doll as being a lil part of her. She looks genuinely happy to take care a of lil great one in the 3rd ending 🥺 So I fell she might have wanted/like at some point take care of an infant if the conditions were optimum ? I even headcanon that maybe she took care of sick infant at the church/ research hall T_T I tend to makes lot of parallels with myself and Maria so i’m like hm she don’t want to ? Can she even? But maybe she wished at some point too? She don’t want to use blood as a weapon, a way to hurt and kill living being that’s why i think she feel closer to the church mindset about this « sacred medium » : she may think it should be use the blood to heal people, to give life…

SO anyway that drawing is an AU where basically the good hunter said it was "rewind time" and managed to gives a 2nd chance to everyone. (I won't develop too much here but basically the orphan of Kos lived, no RH like we know it and no hunter nightmare and Laurence didn't screw up that bad with the old blood) so they all don’t go mad and don’t develop mental disorders 👍

I love drama and tragedies i think they deserve happiness in the end 😔 (yes it’s my way to cope with the the sad things i imagined too)

As for numbers of children i’m not really the type of person to imagining lots of kids… i really don’t focus my stories on that (this one is an exception and it made me happy 🥺) and when i imagined oc or others stories with kids 3/4 of the time it’s a really conspicuous and responsible choice when they very long discussion about it (that work for this as well)

I know at the 19th century used to have generally lot of children (the grandparents of my grandparents were like 10…) but in Bloodborne & soulsborne games it feels like people who have kids have like 1 or 2. (Exception for Elden Ring with 3 siblings from the same parents! And even more with the half siblings yoooo!)

So basically i thought of 2 lil kids for now. (Perhaps 3 with an adopted one) but add one more if you count the dog xD

I have differents scenarios how things went (but haven’t have everything settle yet) but here they are in a lil house, next to the forest, and next to a village. A bit far from Yharnam (taking time for them but also still working for the church? But i had an ideas where they stayed in Yharnam too?) Hm i don’t know, i have a few ideas but i won’t in details here.

So i’m glad to have found the courage to actually draw & share it. It just melt my heart every time i look i it…(best thing to fall asleep in a good mood!)

#my asks #please people don't reduce woman to being married and having children thank you 🙏 I am literally the opposition of this myself #UPDATE : this is a troll! who's really misogynistic!!! it's disguting to think that way but it is a troll trying to frame me as smn bad #just because of a cute lil ship drawing help. I just wanted to stay polite but it's not just a weirdo #anon hate #ask drama?

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Bubblewrap Blues

Written for the Choco Box Challenge with a Femslash February flavour

Prompt: Conquering Fears

Title: Bubblewrap Blues

Ship: Raindropshipping | Aqua/Miyu

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,160

Tags: Canon Divergence, Parental Abuse, Swearing, Dialogue Heavy

“Nope, no way, not happening.” Miyu’s objections came very quickly out of her mouth.

Even with the brain of a supercomputer, Aqua was dumbfounded, needing to take several, actual human seconds to process Miyu’s protest. She blinked, the glimmer of her eyes pressing in as Aqua deepened her thought. This was Miyu, her Miyu, and she had such sparklingly clear recollections of just how brave her Miyu was so see her cower in terror like this… That was concerning.

“Your Mother scares you that much?” Aqua inquired, her tone dripping with sympathy.

Miyu nodded her head.

She pulled her knees in under her chin as she sat, like an egg, against the headboard of her hospital bed. She hugged herself tight and her expression turned to utter misery.

“Mum’s a bit… protective, is all.” Miyu explained - or at least began to explain, tried to explain. “Like the Incident really, seriously messed her up. It’d mess up anyone’s parents, probably. Having their kid taken and forced to duel for food. That is messed up.”

Aqua was quiet. She sat next to Miyu, all but lost in the covers of her hospital bed but her expression was grim. She remembered how brave Miyu was, even when her precious hairbands snapped and she couldn’t get to tie up her hair again the fashion of her lucky charm. She remembered Miyu’s grit and determination.

To finally meet Miyu and she was being kept under lock and key in the expensive and sterile cage of the hospital room, it was cruel. Miyu could have been discharged months ago but her Mother refused to believe she could get better from her coma like that and wanted her under observation. That had been months ago and by now, the nurses and doctors were complaining that Miyu was taking up valuable space in their hospital but her Mother insisted.

“She’s doing her best, you know?” Miyu made excuses, shrugging. “Like the divorce was rough on her as well. Every single thing was a threat to me and my safety so to meet you? The reason I was taken? It would blow her mind - and not in a good way.”

“Yes, I suppose you're right.” Aqua reluctantly agreed.

Her fingers curled in against her palm. Guilt began to emanate off her, dimmed the light in her eyes and even how her pigtails floated. She was the reason Miyu had been kidnapped, Aqua knew she owed her existence, at all, to Miyu’s suffering - and, in a way, Aoi’s.

“L-Like I’m scared to mention Aoi around my Mum. Let alone you.” Miyu’s voice began to shake. “I was kidnapped because I went looking for Aoi so I could apologise. I-I remember telling Mum that after I was rescued. She, um, hit me. She said it's because she loved me but… Parents who really, truly love their parents don’t hit their kids. Like. I’m dumb but I’m not that dumb.”

“Oh, Miyu, I’m so sorry.” Aqua quibbled.

Miyu shrugged, “She’s never hit me since, though. Instead just. Swaddled me in bubble wrap. I wonder if that’s for better or worse.”

Aqua didn’t comment. She had no idea either way.

“Anyways, I, um, really love you Aqua and that’s why you need to hide. You can’t be with me.” Miyu began to get broken up, her shoulders shuddered as she cried these tears. These big tears that hotly welled up in her tear ducts and slid down her face.

“I understand, I promise.” Aqua consoled her.

Aqua shifted into her other form. She felt too tiny and too inconsequential to try to comfort Miyu as her natural, base self. Her tentacles unfurled and she embraced Miyu tight. Miyu nuzzled against her breast, now painted with her face whilst Aqua lowered her head, maw and all, against Miyu.

“But…” Miyu cried into Aqua’s body. “I think it's unfair to you. You… you came all this way. For me. I shouldn’t deny you the catharsis of existing.”

Aqua pulled back her head, “What are you saying, Miyu?” Her tentacles did not slip from around Miyu’s body, however.

“Fuck my Mum. That’s what I’m saying.” Miyu hiccuped soapily. She smiled this funny, lopsided smile that was cheeky and riddled with her tears. “I love you, Aqua, I mean it. You were made from me, my soul, we’ve just met but I know that’s true. We have a connection and you are a part of me. Y-You died for me and you came back. That’s true love.”

“I-I, um, suppose.” Aqua agreed, embarrassed.

She had had such little say in the matter for if she lived again or not. She was thankful for it but the onus of the burden, it had been taken up by Yusaku, all on his lonesome.

The pieces of her had been picked up by Ai and his partner. Put back together again, but yes, for the sake of Aqua and allowing her to finally meet her Origin properly. It was under such sad circumstances that Aqua had finally gotten to meet Miyu, in the flesh and code. It had been in this very same room but Miyu had been deep, deep asleep, under Lightning’s virus.She had looked so serene and troubled all the same, her eyes closed but she was fighting that blinding, all-consuming light that haunted her.

Aqua had broken her heart to visit and to know she was remembered at all from that tiny, little incident that meant the world to her. That should have been enough. Yet it wasn’t. A shame for this circumstance was not much better a first meeting than their previous, truth be told but she was right. The bond between Ignis and Origin. It was enigmatic. All powerful, all consuming. Look where it led Ai and Yusaku or even Jin and Lightning.

“And my Mum is just gonna have to deal with that.” Miyu proclaimed, her hands shook. “I want out of this hospital and I want my Mum to reckon with the Incident. I am sixteen years old and I am strong. I’m not some little kid who needs to be protected, I am perfectly capable of standing on my own two feet. I survived the Hanoi Project and I can survive telling off my Mum that that Incident… made me who I am.”

The fire in Miyu’s voice gave way to something softer, as did the fire in her eyes. She smiled and she caressed the side of Aqua’s face. She looked deep into Aqua’s pink, crescent eye and kissed the top of her maw.

“And it made you. Sure. The Incident sucked balls, no one is going to deny that but because of it, I met - I made - you and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. And you can quote me on that.” Miyu proclaimed.

Aqua giggled demurely, “Thank you, Miyu.”

“C’mon, partner, let’s do it.” Miyu said.

“Yes, let’s.” Aqua agreed with an affirmative nod of her head that made Miyu laugh.

#ygochocoboxchallenge #femslash #femslash february 2023 #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #sugisaki miyu #miyu sugisaki #aqua (vrains)#raindropshipping #writing tag #bubblewrap blues #i have so many vrains fics with blue or blues in the title w h y

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Day 4 - Break time

“You’re lying. You know the dates on these things are recorded right?” says the Therapist.

“I am. I missed a day. I think I was just a bit drained from hitting the bottom. I hope its going to trend upwards, and I feel like it is. But I think I want to talk about healing for a bit” I say.

“FOR ANYONE WHO NEEDS TO HEAR IT? Going to send “thesadthyaheartbreakjournal” URL to the publishing houses?” asks the destroyer mockingly.

“No. But I’ve been thinking about “conventional wisdom” a lot. I’ve always been dismissive for no reason, or thought I knew better or that me and my situations would be different. But it probably works and there’s a reason people say “be sad but not too much” or “hang with friends”” I say.

“You do know its true. You’ve always known. Or maybe you just didn’t want to think about it. You’ve just always wanted to do whatever you wanted” the destroyer says.

“I don’t know. Maybe I just felt I knew a better way. It isn’t easy. I had a view of what I should do, or what I thought I needed to do, or that I wanted to do things my way, and anything else would be just being someone I’m not” I say.

“Are you worried this way won’t work? Or you won’t stick to it?” says the Therapist.

“Yeah, I am. I’m scared I won’t be able to stick to it. That this is all just delusion the long way, and I don’t really believe I should take it easy and make “healthier” choices” I say.

“As dead flies give perfume a bad smell, so a little folly outweighs wisdom and honor” says the destroyer.

“In the end of the day, you think your goal is to get through this intact. But you can probably come out better than before. You just have to be disciplined about things” says the Therapist.

“In the face of all this grief. And that quote is really messed up, how am I going to get all of my flies out of the ointment? I don’t have a rewind button” I say.

“If a ruler’s anger rises against you, do not leave your post; calmness can lay great offenses to rest. That’s just a couple lines down“ says the Therapist.

“Time to chill out. Start dating men. Or go the other way and become a priest. Be a gay priest. That’s a real thought you had too. You weren’t even trying to be funny. Its not offensive, the concept of a gay priest. Most priests are straight, they just don’t act on their lustful urges. It doesn’t matter whether those lustful urges are directed to men or women” says the destroyer.

“You don’t have to become a gay priest” says the Therapist. “And aside from what I said, you don’t have to always focus on being better. You just have to come out at the end better than you were before.”

Angsty Quote

“The River

The woman told me the saddest thing I had ever heard. I told her I loved her because of what she had told me. Her expression soured. She warned me not to love her for her telling me that. She told me it was okay, and maybe even good, to love her – only not for that. I responded that I did not love her for that, exactly, and that she had misunderstood me. I admitted that why I loved her was related to what she had told me, yes, but only tangentially, and was that alright? She asked me to elaborate, so I told her that I loved her, not for the thing she had told me, but for the courage involved in telling someone something like it, something that sad, which seemed to me to be a great deal of courage – and I told her I also loved her, though far less than for the courage part, although plenty still, for the way in which she told it to me, which I explained had been, in all seriousness, eloquent and mesmerizing. She had a small build and at that point she laughed like a flower, wilting and blooming. Her nose was in the center. I decided to show her the river. I picked her up in my hands and carried her, crisscrossing back and down through the steep and elaborate cragwork of the slope of the riverbank. When my feet were finally in the water I looked at her and said, the river is deep, and fast, and it drowns many people, but I still love it. I still love the river, I told her. But I do not love it because it is deep, and fast, and drowns many people. I love it because it runs behind my house, and I have lived above it forever.”

#dontbeagaypriest

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demonsandmischief · 3 years

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Something Special

Marvel - Bucky Barnes Imagine

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader,

Soulmate AU

1.6k Words

You can meet your soulmate in your dreams but you can't speak to them and you lose most memory when you wake up, but for some reason your soul mate has never met you there. You're certain they don't exist, until one day.

A/N: I imagine this taking place during TFATWS :).

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"What do you mean you've never met your soulmate in your dreams?" Sam Wilson asked his friend Bucky.

"I have nightmares, Sam. That is no place for them to be," Buck argued, taking a rag to wipe the blood off of his vibranium arm.

"But they probably think you're dead."

"It's just better off that way," the stoic man finished, his steely eyes meeting Sam's.

"I don't think you're willing to admit that you are scared to try," Sam said, his voice dropping to a softer tone as he leaned forward.

Bucky sighed. "Of course I'm scared. I am not what anybody wants for a lifelong partner," he whispered, dragging his flesh hand down his face.

"Bucky, that's not your choice to make." He stood up, walking away to let him think it over.

Bucky had heard stories of how people meet their soulmate in dreamland. It was a common occurance, but when he had first tried during World War II, he never got a response. There was no way he could even have one now. He was 106 years old after all.

Yet, when he went to bed that night, he decided to push his thoughts aside and focus on calling for you.

You had been waiting for your soulmate to meet you, but it had been years and never once did you hear anything back. You just figured you didn't have one.

Until that night as you were drifting to sleep, it was like a tingling sensation that drew you in. Your eyes were closed, yet it was like following a rope deeper into the darkness of your head.

At the end, was a man. He was tall and stern, and even though you were dreaming, you could feel his presence.

His facial expression remained masked when he saw you, but even you could see his dark eyes widen slightly. You couldn't believe it, after all this time. You searched his body for any distinguishable features, but only found a blurring image. It was going too fast and you were already waking up.

Bucky couldn't believe he saw you on his first try. Plus, seeing you meant no nightmares. Instead, he had a new longing to look for you, and when he woke the following morning he scrambled to write something down before he lost it.

"Shit," he groaned miserably, only managing to write down brown eyes. Most of the population has brown eyes.

"Someone's in a mood," Sam grinned when he caught sight of Bucky's deep frown, deeper than usual that is. He took another bite of toast. "We've got to move on this next lead. Be ready in five."

"Seriously, what's up with you?" Sam asked genuinely when they both were on the plane ready for their next destination.

"I took your advice-"

"Wait, wait. You took my advice?" Sam smiled widely.

"Yeah I took your advice," Bucky said sharply. "And I saw my soulmate, but I can't remember anything about her."

"You know that's just part of the gimmick. You'll figure out a way, Buck," he said sincerely, standing up.

Bucky couldn't be sure. If he dragged this out for too long, there was a possibility that you would find out who he was and never want to meet him. He wouldn't blame you for that.

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You felt like you were floating in clouds the whole day. For your entire life, you had seen people meet their person, and as you got older, you realized that the chances of you not having that were becoming greater than actually meeting them.

You didn't know what had changed, but you spent the entire day trying to come up with a plan to finally meet the handsome man you saw in your dreams.

You couldn't remember much. You tried to write or sketch him when you woke up, but all you got was blue eyes.

You wondered if you appeared to him in the same clothes you slept in, and if so, maybe you could fold a note in your pocket. You weren't sure you would even be able to remember it was there. Either way, it was worth a try.

The following night you were so excited you were certain you weren't going to be able to sleep, but you managed, and sure enough there was your broody man.

He gave a wave. His lips twitched up slightly, brightening all of his sharp features.

You reached into the pocket of your sweatshirt. You didn't know why, but you had the longing to do so, and you pulled out a small sheet of paper.

You stepped closer to the man, and placed the paper in his palm.

Y/N, Y/L/N, Your Address

Bucky didn't know how he managed to remember all of that once he woke up. He stared down at the scribbled piece of paper in wonder. Could it really be?

You were probably better off without him. He had not been a good man for most of his life, and you deserved more than him.

That's how Sam found him, sitting on the floor lost in thought, the paper scrunched in his fist.

Bucky relaxed his hand so his friend could see the writing. Sam blew out air, and sat down in front of him.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked as gently as possible.

"She deserves so much better than me."

"You can't decide that for her, Buck. You've kept her waiting long enough." Sam stood up, but spoke once more. "I'll get the plane ready if you change your mind. I think we both deserve a detour."

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You were on pins and needles the whole day. You truly wondered if your man got the message or not. You could just vaguely remember holding his hand, which means you must have given the paper, but you couldn't be sure. You were just willing someone to knock on your door.

Yet, as the day passed you grew less and less confident. If he remembered the note, surely he would have tracked you down by now. Unless he didn't actually want to track you down. Your thoughts were a swirling mess.

You didn't have any dreams that night. You woke up in cold sweat, a sinking feeling forming in your stomach. You felt nauseous. Was it you who ruined everything? Maybe he knew who you were already and decided to pass.

You weren't sure you had the energy to get up and go to work, but you forced yourself to start moving. Your thoughts were only going to get worse.

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The two men were quite far from the states and Bucky couldn't stop thinking as they made the long trek. For once, these thoughts were not dark flashbacks, they were a bit hopeful. What if she accepted him?

He felt bad that he couldn't sleep. He desperately wanted to see the girl of his dreams, but it just wasn't going to happen. Even Sam kept unusually quiet.

When they finally landed, it was evening, and the pair parted ways. Bucky would finish the journey alone and he was a nervous wreck, even though all of his emotions remained masked.

When he arrived at the address, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door... except there was no answer. He considered his options. He could have messed up the address, or maybe you gave him a fake one. What was he supposed to do now?

He was so lost in thought, he didn't even notice you pulling in.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you saw the handsome man standing on your doorstep. All of the dreams you had forgotten came rushing forward.

"Hi," you greeted timidly. He was huge up close, definitely taller than you. He wore mostly black, leather gloves on his hands. His features were sharp and familiar from the dream.

He flashed a nervous smile that only lasted a second before his face went blank once more, "I was worried I had the wrong place."

"Yeah, sorry, I was at work," you said, shuffling a bit as the silence consumed you. You had dreamt of this moment, literally, yet you didn't know what to say.

"I'm Bucky," he said, his tone much softer as he looked at you, soaking you in.

"It's great to finally meet you. I'm Y/N, but you know that," you blushed. "Do you want to come in? I can make dinner or we can order something?"

"Okay," he nodded, following you inside. You realized he was very stern and very observant. Combined with your quiet and shy personality, you were quite a match.

"Do you want something to drink?" you asked from the kitchen, pulling ingredients to throw something together for you both to eat.

"No, but thanks." Bucky sat on the stool by the island unsure of what to say or do, but he enjoyed watching you. There was something very positive about you and your home. It felt good.

"Can I ask about the gloves?" you ask curiously, throwing some chicken in a hot pan.

It seemed like you didn't know who he was. He slowly pulled off his gloves, revealing his metal hand.

"Woah, cool," you said, moving closer. "Can I touch it?"

Bucky furrowed his brows, "I guess."

You couldn't help yourself. It was so smooth and shiny, and you giggled happily.

"I guess you can't feel it," you said, reaching for his flesh hand and tracing just like you were on the metal.

He couldn't have been happier to have the stupid arm at that moment. He loved hearing your laugh, and feeling your fingertips gave him goosebumps. His shadowed mind seemed almost calm in your presence, and he knew just from being around for a short time that you were going to be his addiction.

You dropped his hand, meeting his beautiful blue eyes. Your lips quirked automatically, and you were relieved to know the tension was finally broken.

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A/N: aw yay I love this. Here's part 2 :))

#bucky barnes #bucky imagine #sebastian stan #marvel imagine #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #sam wilson #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws imagine #tfatws #soulmate au #bucky barnes soulmate au #james buchanan barnes #bucky fluff #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian Stan #sam wilson imagine

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pythors-pandemic · 2 years

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Video Games - Plasma Fanfic

Summary: Kai has commitment issues, but one day while playing video games with Jay, those issues start to be resolved.

Pairing: Jay x Kai

Takes Place: after season 4 before season 5

Warnings: swearing, raging commitment issues, a little angst, suggestive dialogue, making out

Word Count: 8,022

A/N: I have a headcanon that Kai is afraid of commitment and he and Skylor are FWB so I had fun with that idea and made it a plasma fic

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When it comes to emotions, Kai is closed off. It’s why he’s so independent. It’s why it took him so long to find his true potential. It’s why he and Skylor are nothing more than friends with benefits. Nya’s the only person he’s ever been open with, and even then he keeps most things private.

“She asked me on a date. Can you believe that?! Me! On a date!” Kai laughed. He and Jay decided to go out for some pizza.

“Uh, yeah I can. I mean, dude, you’re hot. And not like Master of Fire hot, you’re hot hot.” Jay said with a mouth full of pizza. Kai blushed.

“Well I know that! I mean, I’d just be such a bad boyfriend. Not to mention, I don’t want to mess up what we already have going. It’s a good thing. It’s fun and there’s nothing tying us down, it’s perfect.” Kai said, feeling a bit more serious.

“You’re such a slut.” Jay joked.

Kai made a faux shocked expression and threw his crumpled up napkin at him. “Shut up!”

“But seriously, why does that surprise you? I mean, you two have been fuck buddies for, what? A month now? Why don’t you go out on an actual date and see how it goes?” Jay asked. Kai frowned at this question. He didn’t like romance, and he didn’t like talking about why he didn’t like romance.

“I don't know, Jay. it’s just not my thing.” He shrugged. “I'm not into the lovey dovey stuff. I'm more of a let’s have fun and nothing more. It’s easier that way.” He moved his gaze from Jay to the table.

“You’re really missing out. Relationships are the best! You get to cuddle and go on adventures together. Not to mention, you get to share your life with someone you care about and someone who cares about you.” Jay gushed. He was definitely a relationship kind of guy. Nothing made him happier than showing his love.

Except Jay’s reasons for loving relationships were the reasons Kai hated them. Sharing his life? Having someone care about him to that extent? Caring about someone to that extent? Absolutely not. When he thought about getting serious with someone, he gets jittery and anxious. He didn’t need anyone to know anything about him other than the basics. And he sure as hell, didn’t need to rely on someone that much. When you get into a relationship, you bring all your baggage with. Kai had too much baggage for anyone else to handle.

“Whatever, lovebird. I simply do not want to get into a relationship.” Kai said.

“it sounds like Skylor does, though. I think you’re going to have to be honest with her about where you stand. It’d be unfair to her if you didn’t.” Jay made a good point. It would be extremely unfair to keep his feelings to himself, despite how much he wanted to.

---

Kai and Jay met up in the Bounty’s living room almost every night for their midnight video game sessions. They liked playing with each other more than the others because they're both equally bad at it, but pretend that they're both equally good at it. Lately, they’ve been getting a little too loud, so they were trying their best to stay quiet tonight.

“FUCK YEAH! You lose again, sucker!” Kai shouted, jumping up from the couch in triumph.

Jay quickly pulled him back to the couch and covered his mouth. “Shhhhh, Sensei Wu is going to yell at us again! Or worse, Zane!”

“Oh whatever! I’m not scared of them. I got 5 wins in a row! That’s an all time low for you.” Kai smirked, shoving his hand away.

“Ughhh! I wanna play with Sensei, maybe then I'll win.” Jay whined. There was a pause in conversation as Kai set up the next round. Jay watched his face as he did. His features were beautifully defined by the fluorescent light of the TV. There was no denying that Kai was an attractive man. He had a sharp jawline and the most wonderful lips. And his hair! It was Jay’s favorite part about him, especially when it wasn’t gelled. It was fluffy and covered his eyes slightly. “Why do you always use so much hair gel? It looks good all natural.” Jay asked. He moved closer and reached out to touch it.

Kai looked over and pushed his hand away. “Why do you always use so much hair gel? It’s curly. Everyone loves curly hair. Total babe magnet.” Kai retorted. Now it was his turn to reach out and touch Jay’s hair. Jay didn’t push his hand away, however. He let him run his hand through it. “And it’s soft… damn.” Kai added, lowering his voice. He got lost in Jay’s hair. He ran his hand from the top of Jay’s head to the bottom of his ear and then paused. Jay looked up at him doe eyed. When their eyes met, Kai realized he might’ve played with it for a little too long. “C’mon,” He said, slapping his cheek softly, “We got another round of ass kicking to do.”

“Except this time, your ass is getting kicked!” Jay smirked with determination.

“In your dreams, nunchucks.”

As the game started, Jay did everything he could to mess Kai up. Near the end, when Kai was almost about to win, Jay lunged over and tried to take his controller. They both fought to have it. Kai was laughing and Jay was smiling so widely his face was hurting. Despite his efforts, Kai still came out victorious. “HA! You even cheated and I still won!” He cheered.

Jay frowned. “You suck! I’m usually good at this.” He crossed his arms and dramatically pouted.

“No you’re not!” Kai scoffed. “I beat you at everything. Even when we’re training!”

“That is so not true!” Jay defended.

“Bro, it totally is.” The two angled themselves so they were facing each other. Kai had his leg up and his arm lazily resting on his knee while Jay sat criss cross. Kai smirked as an idea popped into his head. “I can prove it.”

“Really? We’re doing this right now?” Jay asked with doubt in his voice.

“Yeah.” Kai responded with a wicked smile. Jay shrugged and decided a little tussle could be fun. They both sat up and Kai started counting down from 3. Once he said go, they lunged at each other. They were both on their knees and struggling to pin the other. Eventually, Jay pushed Kai into the couch. He protected himself by raising his arms up. The two wrested around like kids. When Jay realized Kai might actually win, he went for his weak spot.

Jay started attacking Kai’s sides. He started to laugh harder and harder as Jay tickled him mercilessly. “Stop! Stop!” He shouted between laughs. His stomach started hurting and he was losing his breath. He tried to squirm away, but the two ended up falling off the couch, Kai on top of Jay. He quickly pinned Jay’s arms above his head. “How well did that work out?” He smirked, his face completely red. He got close to Jay’s face and whispered, “I still won.”

“Oh yeah?” Jay whispered back. He flipped them over so quickly Kai got dizzy. Jay had each hand on either side of Kai’s head. “What about now?” He said in a low tone.

Something about Jay’s voice and the position they were in was doing something to Kai. He brought his hands to Jay’s sides, holding him in place. A shiver ran up Jay’s spine. “I yield. You win.” Kai said in a hushed voice, matching Jay’s low tone. Butterflies made their way into his stomach as Jay started bringing his face closer.

“Good.” He said with a smile that made Kai think new things about him.

He brought his hand to Jay’s face and slowly made his way to his hair. He moved a piece out of his face. “You really do have nice hair.” He smiled up at him, running his hand through it once again.

“Thanks.” Jay blushed. He was now feeling the same butterflies Kai was.

The atmosphere changed completely as the two looked at each other, neither making any effort to get off the floor. Kai was rubbing his thumb across Jay’s cheek lovingly. His thoughts were running crazy as he focused on Kai’s actions. His heartbeat quickened when he thought about all the ways this situation could end. He didn’t want to get off Kai and he knew by the strong hold Kai had on his torso that he didn’t want to move either. He wanted to take the moment past the point of no return.

Kai had the same thoughts floating around his head. Jay looked absolutely irresistible on top of him. He enjoyed their position more than he’d ever admit. He wanted to be closer, connected to Jay. He moved his hand to the back of his head, entangling his fingers with the curly mess of hair. His blood rushed as he thought about Jay’s lips on his. His gaze flickered between his eyes and lips. Instinctively, he pulled Jay’s head down. “Jay?” He said in a low questioning tone.

Jay smiled as he realized what was about to happen. “Yeah…?”

The two were startled apart by a loud slam that came from the sleeping quarters. They sat up and seconds later, Zane was at the doorway. “Can you two PLEASE be quiet?! We are all trying to sleep!” He shouted. “Nex time you guys wake me, I’ll break the video game console.” He threatened.

“Sorry Zane, we got caught up.” Jay said, helping Kai off the floor.

“A little too caught up.” Kai said under his breath, sending Jay a glance. The Master of Lightning returned the glance and a slight awkwardness fell over the group.

Zane deadpanned. “Right.” He rolled his eyes and left without a second word.

The boys looked at each other. The tension was thick and overwhelming. Neither knew where to go from here. Whether they wanted to talk about what almost happened or wanted to go ahead and let it happen, the words were lost. “Okay… so I guess we should go to bed?” Jay asked sheepishly, opting for the safest option of ignoring it entirely.

“Yeah… you go ahead though. I’ll turn off the game and stuff.” Kai responded, avoiding eye contact. When Jay left, he let out a big sigh. He didn’t know exactly how to feel about what went down, but he knew Zane’s interruption annoyed him. He wanted to kiss Jay. He really really wanted to kiss Jay. He’d never thought about him like that until then. Maybe he’s been overlooking Jay. He was cute and funny and they enjoyed each other's company. The lovey dovey stuff sounded appealing when he thought about doing it with Jay.

The idea brought a smile to Kai's face, at least for a little bit. The more he thought about an actual relationship, the more anxious he felt. The same kind of anxiety he felt when he thought about going any further with Skylor. Relationships made him feel vulnerable. He hated it. He didn’t want to give himself to anyone on an emotional level. He shook the thought out of his head and cleaned up the living room.

---

Ever since that night, the energy between Kai and Jay had been different. There was something in the air they couldn’t quite explain. Jay had been wearing his hair without any product more often and Kai had been making off-handed flirty comments every chance he got. Kai made off-handed flirty comments to all the ninja, but lately they have been saved for only Jay. Skylor also hadn’t been around lately. Kai wasn’t making any extra effort to avoid her, he was simply preoccupied with Jay. That, and Sensei Wu’s new investment.

“I still can’t believe you bought a random old building.” Cole groand, hauling boxes from the Bounty into the small shop. “What’s it for anyways?” He asked.

“My new business.” Wu said simply. Despite all the ninja’s pestering, that was all he told them. He enjoyed his secrets.

Cole dropped the boxes with a huff. “Can you two stop messing around and help us!” He shouted at Kai and Jay when he saw them playing around with empty boxes.

The boys ignored their friend and kept on the shenanigans. “Okay! Now try!” Jay laughed as he put an empty box on his head. Kai smiled devilishly and punched Jay in the head. He tried not to hit too hard, but Jay still ended up falling over. “Nope…” He muttered, “Cardboard makes for terrible armor.” He scratched his head and sat up slowly. He tried to get up, but he was feeling a little woozy.

“Sorry!! Here.” Kai smiled, offering his hand. Jay accepted gratefully and Kai pulled him up. “Your hair’s all messed up.” He said when Jay took the box off his head. Without a second thought, he fixed it for him. Jay sighed at his touch.

“Uh… has anyone else noticed those two have been awfully close lately?” Cole whispered to his other teammates.

“Hey… yeah. They have been spending, like, all their time together.” Lloyd commented.

“And Skylor hasn’t been around in a few days.” Zane added. The three boys watched as Kai played with Jay’s hair. “It is most peculiar.” He said.

“Those two have always had a weird little bond, but I think there’s something more going on…” Cole trailed off, turning away from the scene. He grabbed a box from the doorway and brought it further into the building. The others followed suit. Wu instructed them to take the boxes upstairs. Once there, they started unloading.

“Like what?” Lloyd asked.

“I never told you guys this, mostly because Jay said if I did, he’d ‘zap me into oblivion’,” Cole said with air quotes, “But he’s always had a little crush on Kai. Nothing big, though. Kai’s just… well, you know Kai. He’s funny, flirty, and easy on the eyes. How can you not have a crush on him? Except, Jay told me it was nothing but attraction.” He explained, putting various nicknacks onto shelves.

“If two people are attracted to each other, romance becomes highly probable.” Zane said. “If this is the case, the closeness makes perfect sense! Maybe they’re dating.”

“Not everyone moves as fast as you and Pixal, Zane. I’m sure if anything romantic is going on, it hasn’t gotten to that point.” Lloyd said. He collected the empty boxes and started breaking them down. “Besides, isn’t Kai dating Skylor?” He asked.

“Not dating, they’re only hooking up.” Zane said.

“Oh gross.” Lloyd cringed. “But that makes sense. Kai hates relationships. I figured he got over it because of Skylor but nope.” He added, making a disgusted face. “All Jay talks about is love and romance and all that junk, though. Guys, if we’re right, this isn’t going to end well.” He looked around at his brothers. Worry made its way on all of their faces.

“Lloyd would be correct, Kai is afraid of commitment. If feelings start to grow, disastrous consequences are sure to follow.” Zane said.

They were pulled out of conversation when an unfamiliar car drove up to the building. They walked outside to see Skylor hugging Kai. She had brought lunch for everyone. “Thanks, Skylor!” Kai cheered, pulling away from the hug. Cole immediately ran over to all the food she brought, all thoughts leaving his mind.

“Nice to see you guys. It’s been a while.” Skylor smiled. She grabbed Kai’s hand and intertwined their fingers. A surge of anxiety flew through him as she did. He tried to ignore it, but he began to sweat. He knew she wanted something more and he didn’t. He needed to tell her how he was feeling before she started to think otherwise.

Zane watched as a frown appeared on Jay’s face. His eyes were dead set on Kai and Skylor’s hands. “Are you alright, friend?” Zane asked him, resting his hand on his shoulder.

“Uhm, yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” Jay cleared his throat. It was as Zane feared. Jay’s feelings have grown stronger.

---

Skylor spent the rest of the day with the ninja, and ended it in Kai’s bed. The two snuck away to the bounty as everyone else mingled in what Wu finally told them was a tea shop.

“Now that’s what I call fun.” She smirked as she got out of the bed. Her face was flushed and her hair was messy. She went to the mirror and put it back up into her signature ponytail before gathering the clothes they threw around.

“It’s always fun when you’re with me, baby.” Kai said with a wink and cocky smile. He smirked as he watched her get dressed. “You have to come around more often.” He added, getting out of the bed himself.

“Maybe we could go out next time.” Skylor suggested, throwing his boxers at him. Kai’s smile left. “There’s a new restaurant opening up in Ninjago City. We could check it out.”

“Yeah totally! I could see if the guys or even Nya wanted to join us. It could be a whole group outing.” Kai responded. He tries his best to reject any plans that could be interpreted as a date. It wasn’t the first time the two had an interaction like this, and Skylor was getting fed up.

“Kai. What’s going on here?” She asked bluntly. By this point, she was fully dressed and a little pissed off.

“What do you mean? We’re just two friends having fun. Nothing more.” Kai said as if it was obvious. He put on his pants and his nerves started to grow. He was putting on his cool guy persona, but Skylor wasn’t having it.

“That’s all? Just friends?” She whispered, walking closer to him. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. “...Are you sure?” Her voice was low and smooth. It drove Kai crazy. She left a trail of heated kisses on his neck.

He closed his eyes as he tried not to focus on her actions. He knew she was trying to get him to say what she wanted to hear, but he couldn’t lie. “Yes. That’s all we are.” He finally said, shrugging her away. Guilt washed over him as he saw her shocked reaction.

“Really? Kai, I like you. I like you a lot. I don’t want to be the ghost in your bed anymore. I want to be more than that.” She responded, exhaust in her voice. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her arms were crossed. She could see Kai trying to calculate a response. “Are we ever going to be more than ‘friends who have fun’ or whatever you like to call it?” She said with a stern expression. Despite her attempts to hide behind a tough exterior, her voice cracked. She felt like crying. She had wasted a month of her life chasing after the unattainable.

“Skylor…” Kai trialled off. He reached out for her, but she backed away. “I…” He tried to find a way to explain, but his lack of words and reserved body language was enough for Skylor. She had her answer.

“Have a good night, Kai.” She said straight faced. “I’ll see you around.” With that, The Master of Amber left, presumably for good.

---

Kai returned to his family in far worse of a mood than when he left. The lights were dim and the soft hum of music was playing throughout the shop. The ninja as well as Wu, Misako, and Nya were laughing and chatting with warm tea in their hands and smiles on their faces. Kai’s dampened presence did not go unnoticed. “Hey buddy! Woah… are you okay?” Cole’s smile left as he saw Kai walk in.

“Yeah…” Kai croaked. He grabbed some tea for himself and joined the party.

“Where’s Skylor?” Wu asked.

“She… uh. She went home.” Kai got lost in his emotions for a second. His frown grew bigger as he thought about how he acted. He wished he could go back and be honest with her. He was kicking himself for it. This kind of stuff happened often. Feelings get hurt when emotions grow big. Usually, Kai was the one hurting feelings. He stopped his thoughts before they became too dark. He shook his head and put on a fake smile, “What are we talking about?”

Chatter started back up in no time. Kai tried his best to engage, and he was doing a pretty good job at it; at seeming like nothing was amiss. He ignored all his thoughts of Skylor and listened intently to Misako’s stories of Wu and Garmadon’s teenage years. Jay however, could see right through Kai. He figured things between him and Skylor were finally over. A spark of hope struck in his stomach.

Unlike Kai, Jay was very intune with his emotions. He couldn’t deny his budding affections for the brunette. He had been putting a little extra effort into their friendship ever since the game night because of it. And his efforts were not in vain. The two had never been closer. Sometimes, Jay toyed with the idea of his affections being returned. Kai had been extra flirty and extra touchy lately. In his heart, he saw the two ending up together, but in his mind, he saw no such thing.

He knew Kai was in no mindset for a relationship, but he couldn’t understand why. Jay loved loving people. He had only been in 2 serious relationships in his lifetime, but each one he held near and dear. The first was a sweet girl from his hometown. She taught him how to express his emotions. She was the first person he shared his truest feelings with. He learned how to be vulnerable with her and everyone else in his life. The second was a boy he met in a small shop in Ninjago City. He helped him come to terms with his bisexuality and even aided in his coming out. He learned how to be himself and be comfortable with who he was.

No matter how the relationships ended, no matter the hardships or any pain that might have come with, Jay was grateful for his exes. Without them, he wouldn’t be the person he is today. He couldn't wrap his head around why anyone would want to miss out on such an enriching part of life.

Jay walked over to Kai and rested his hand on his shoulder. “You’re not okay.” He whispered. Kai gave him a glance that confirmed his statement. “Want to go hang out somewhere private?” Kai nodded and the two silently left the comradery. Zane, Cole, and Lloyd shared a knowing glance as they walked away.

---

“I’m guessing things didn’t go well with Skylor?” Was the first question of many Jay asked when he and Kai arrived in the Bounty’s living room. The two sat down on the floor on either side of the coffee table.

“She asked if I wanted to go to a restaurant with her and I said no.” Kai shrugged. He wanted to tell Jay everything. He wanted to tell him about how he felt awful for not giving Skylor a reason for his rejection, or how he wished he could give her what she wanted but something in his heart tells him no everytime he gets too close to someone, or how he’s been thinking an awful lot about Jay himself. He wanted to tell him that he was only upset that he hurt Skylor. He didn’t care that their fling was over because the game night stuck with him. He wanted to tell Jay that he wanted to kiss him and not her. He wanted to be close to him and not her. He wanted to go out with him and not her. But he couldn’t.

“You’re being vague.” Jay pointed out. He knew Kai didn’t like discussing emotions, but he was determined to get him talking anyways.

“She asked if we were going to be more than friends with benefits and I said no and then she left.” Kai told him. He didn’t say anything else, because there wasn’t anything else he deemed worthwhile.

“That’s still vague. Did you at least tell her why?” Jay asked.

“... no.” Kai sighed.

“Why don’t you want to go out with her?” Jay asked. Kai furrowed his eyebrows. He was starting to get annoyed with the interrogation.

“I don’t know.” He responded with a touch of anger in his voice. It was a flat out lie, and Jay knew it.

“Yeah you do, dude. Why don’t you want to go out with her?” He repeated.

“I don’t fucking know, Jay.” Kai said through gritted teeth. He was clenching his fists and avoiding eye contact. Of course, anger didn’t have to be his response. Kai could’ve told him it was because he had fond feelings for another, or because she wasn’t what he was looking for, or because he wasn’t ready for a relationship, or he could’ve laid it all out on the table and explained the full extent of his commitment issues, but he didn’t. He got angry.

Jay should’ve taken it as a sign to stop questioning him, but he didn’t. “Yes. You. Do. Why don’t you want to tell me? Is it really that bad?” Jay continued.

“It’s none of your goddamn business. Would you please stop cornering me?!” He shouted, shooting up from his spot on the floor.

“No! Why are you bottling this up?! If you just talk about it--”

“I don't need to explain myself!” He cut Jay off. “Not to Skylor and especially not to my teammate who thinks crying and whining about life’s problems makes them go away! This whole ‘share your feelings and you can heal’ thing is bullshit. It doesn’t work. It just burdens whoever you’re telling AND scares them away. No one needs to deal with my baggage, you fucking lightning rod.” Kai spat. He was too angry to care about Jay’s hurt expression. He walked out without another word.

Jay only felt bad because he pissed Kai off. He actually thought ‘lightning rod’ was a clever insult and despite Kai not telling him anything, he said a lot about himself. Jay was an intuitive person. Kai gave him just enough to work off of.

---

The next day it was pretty awkward between the two. They cleaned and unpacked around the shop with little to no conversation. By nightfall, Kai was sick of it. It was dumb to hold a grudge against someone who only wanted to help. He asked Jay to play video games at midnight per tradition and he happily agreed.

“I wanted to start by saying sorry. I didn’t mean to lose my temper yesterday.” Kai told Jay as he set up the game.

“Don’t sweat it. I was being a little pushy. I should’ve known when to stop.” He sighed, handing him his controller. The two decided to play a game where they had to work together instead of fight each other for the night.

“I guess I just don’t like to talk about that kind of stuff.” Kai felt guilty. He pulled his knees to his chest and found a position he could comfortably play in.

“If you ever wanted to, I’m always here to listen. It wouldn’t burden me in any way.” Jay said with consideration for his words. He was hoping Kai would find comfort in him. As much as he wanted to pretend like his attempts to be there for Kai were, in fact, for Kai, he couldn’t ignore his selfish motivation. He wanted to know why Kai was so off put by relationships. He wanted to know if there was a chance for change. He wanted to know if there was a chance for them.

“Thanks.” Kai sadly smiled. They turned away from each other and started the game. He took a deep breath as he thought about what Jay said. Maybe he did want to talk. He kept everything inside, and it had been weighing on him. None of the ninja fully knew his past. He had never thought about that before, the fact that none of his closest friends truly knew him.

Without a second thought he muttered, “I don’t want to get hurt,” in the middle of a level.

“What?” Jay asked, not moving his gaze from the TV.

“I don’t want to get into a relationship because I don’t want to get hurt.” He repeated. Jay paused the game and looked at him.

“Oh.” He said. “Did something happen in the past… or something?” He asked quietly. He knew it was a risky move to ask something like that, but he couldn’t help himself. Anxiety started building when Kai unpaused the game without answering.

“Yeah and I want to avoid it happening again.” Kai shrugged a few moments later.

Jay smiled to himself. “I’m glad you told me.” He said softly.

“Sure, whatever. Help me kill this guy!” Kai shouted, moving past the vulnerable moment as quickly as possible. Jay felt a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest. He was beyond stoked that Kai felt comfortable enough to open up, even if it was only a crack. There is a chance for change.

The two became totally immersed in the game. Somehow, they ended up closer together on the couch than when they started. Their shoulders were completely flush. Both were aware of it and neither were complaining.

“GET HIM!! GET HIM!” Jay shouted. They had made it to the final boss in the game and he was absolutely determined to beat it.

“I’M GETTING HIM!” Kai shouted back.

The two combined their strengths and by the end of the battle, they were the victors. “FUCK YEAH!” The two cheered simultaneously, jumping off the couch and pulling each other into a hug. The hug lasted longer than it should’ve. Jay was holding on tight to Kai’s waist, while Kai had his arms wrapped around Jay’s shoulders. One hand was on the back of Jay’s head and his fingers were entangled with his hair. Jay smiled softly. He loved being close to Kai. He loved the way he was playing with his hair. He loved how he could feel his breath on his neck. He loved how his knees were bent slightly because of how tall he was. Jay never wanted to let go.

Kai took a deep breath in and relaxed into the embrace. It had been a long time since he had been held like that. It was intimate in a way he wasn’t used to. He nuzzled his head further into Jay’s shoulder and Jay tightened his grip. Kai never wanted to let go.

He started to feel a little misty eyed. He didn’t totally understand why he suddenly became emotional. Something about the hug lit a match in him. He sniffled quietly. “Are you okay?” Jay asked, pulling away just enough so he could see Kai’s face. His cheeks had a soft pink tint to them and his eyes were closed, but he was smiling.

“Yeah, Yeah. I’m okay.” Kai cleared his throat and opened his eyes to look up at Jay. “I’m okay.” He repeated.

Jay smiled back, “Good.” His word choice made Kai think back to the last time they played video games together. When Jay was on top of him and they were about to kiss. He started blushing. Butterflies bubbled in his stomach as he thought about making a stupid decion. He moved his hand to Jay’s cheek.

“What?” Jay whispered, noticing Kai’s growing grin. Without warning, Kai brought Jay’s face close and pressed a kiss to his lips. Jay pulled away in surprise.

The two looked at eachother wide-eyed. “Oh god… uh… I’m sorry. I don’t know why I just did that--” Kai rambled, backing away. “I’m sor--”

Jay stopped Kai’s apology by grabbing his shirt and reconnecting their lips. “Don’t be.” He whispered into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Kai’s neck, keeping him close.

Heat built between the two as Kai pulled Jay’s waist against his. A small gasp fell from Jay at the contact. He shifted so he could press lazy kisses along Kai’s jawline and down his neck. Kai’s head fell back as he focused on a spot below his ear. He swiped his tongue across the area before sucking softly, eliciting a quiet moan from Kai.

The two make their way to the couch, Kai pinning Jay down. Their lips stayed connected as Kai positioned himself between Jay’s legs. He held onto Jay’s thigh as he moved from his lips to his collarbone. Jay’s mind started wandering as Kai’s hands wandered his body. Doubt seeped into his thoughts as he remembered all the things Kai says about romance and relationships. Kai lifted his shirt, revealing his freckled skin. He trailed hot kisses down Jay’s torso.

“Kai.” Jay whispered as Kai reached his navel. He started to feel overwhelmed. He knew this would be a bad idea considering Kai’s raging commitment issues and Jay’s strict monogamous patterns. He didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. He didn’t want to end up like Skylor. “Kai.” He repeated in a louder tone, making the Master of Fire stop his actions.

“Yeah? Are you okay?” Kai panted.

He started sitting up, effectively making Kai move aside. “I can’t do this.” He sighed.

“Okay.” Kai replied. He leaned into the back of the couch and tried not to overthink. “That’s okay.” He said quietly.

“Despite how sexy you are and how hot that was, I can’t.” Jay joked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s probably for the best.” Kai responded with a little chuckle. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how he was feeling or where to go now, but he wanted to know where Jay was coming from. “Just out of curiosity… why not?” He asked, nervous to hear the answer.

“I’m not a one night stand kind of guy.” Jay responded, looking over to him.

Kai felt his heart sink. He didn’t want Jay to be a one night stand and he didn’t like the fact that Jay thought that’s what would come of them. Of course, Kai couldn’t blame him for thinking that. He knew what his past looked like to others. He saddened at the thought of Jay seeing him as someone who only wants sex and nothing more. “I’m sorry.” He muttered after what felt like forever. He truly didn’t know what to say. He knew what he was thinking, but he didn’t know how to explain.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry, too.” Jay whispered back. “I think I’m going to go to sleep.” He added, getting off the couch. Kai nodded, avoiding his gaze. He left without another word.

---

Kai tossed and turned the entire night. He couldn’t get the thought of Jay out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried. He felt hot and sweaty as he racked his brain around the day. Something was different in him. He couldn’t figure out what exactly.

He was starting to think he liked Jay. Not in the way he liked Skylor, but in the way Skylor liked him. He loved the way he kissed him. He loved feeling his lips on his skin and his hands on his body, but he also loved how he hugged him. How he held him close and didn’t let go. How his warmth brought him comfort. And shockingly, he loved how it felt when he was open with him.

As much as it pained him to admit that Jay was right, Jay was right. Letting that tiny bit of vulnerability show felt amazing. It made him want to tell Jay everything. It made him want to unload his baggage. It made him want to learn about Jay’s baggage. He wanted to know why he liked relationships so much, what his childhood was like, and how he felt when he first became a ninja and what his favorite TV show was, and what villain he liked defeating the most. He wanted to tell Jay what his childhood was like, and how it felt when he first became a ninja, and what his favorite TV show was, and what villain he liked defeating the most.

He wanted Jay in all ways possible. He just didn’t know how to tell him.

Jay on the other hand, fell asleep rather quickly. He was exhausted, drained. When he got to his room, he cried a little. Nothing big, simply a few tears. He felt awful for what happened. He shouldn’t have kissed back. He shouldn’t have let it go as far as it did. He didn’t want to screw up his friendship, but he also didn’t want to screw up himself.

He knew full well that Kai was afraid of commitment, and he knew full well it would be a devastating move to think he could change that. He attempted to burn away any sort of hope he had, but even the biggest fires couldn’t diminish the small amount he kept in the back of his head.

---

“How do you make a romantic gesture?” Kai asked his friends who were enjoying their breakfast.

“Uhhh… Why?” Lloyd asked, taking a bite of whatever dish Zane made that morning.

“Doesn’t matter. How do you do it?” He asked again, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“You are looking at the wrong ninja. I know very few things about romance.” Lloyd said. “Zane’s the one with a girlfriend.” He added, gesturing to the cook.

“I’ve never made any ‘gestures’ as you call them.” Zane responded with a shrug. “Oh! wait…” He paused and pressed a few buttons on his arm.

“He gave me his heart.” Pixal’s voice came from Zane. “I’d say that was a pretty romantic gesture, honey.” She said. Zane smiled. He filled a plate with food and gave it to Kai who happily took it.

“I don’t think I can give someone my heart, I kind of need it to… uh… live?” Kai said.

“There’s ways you can give someone your heart without literally giving them your heart.” Cole chimed in. “Also, who are you trying to woo?” He added.

“Okay, dude, I don’t understand.” Kai said, completely ignoring Cole’s question. “C’mon guys! This is important!” He was clearly starting to get frustrated.

“He means you can show vulnerability to this person. The heart's a vital organ. It is meant to be protected and cared for. It is also the symbol of love. Giving someone your heart shows that person that you trust them not to hurt it.” Zane explained.

Kai didn’t like that. He hasn’t trusted someone like that in years. “Right… okay, so… I just… what? Tell them something? I have no idea what I’m doing, guys.” Kai sighed. Anxiety started running as he thought about what he was going to do.

“I think you could straight up tell them you want to be with them? That would be pretty vulnerable… for you at least.” Lloyd said with a chuckle.

“Yeah yeah yeah I get it. I’m not good with vulnerability. That’s why I came to you all.” Kai rolled his eyes.

“This would be so much easier if we knew who you wanted to be with.” Cole muttered. Kai glared at him. “Okay fine! Don’t tell us, but can you even give them your heart? Do you trust them?” he asked.

Kai thought about it for a moment. Of course he trusted Jay. He trusted him to have his back in battle, and to show up on time when they go out to eat, and things like that, but he didn’t know if he could ever trust someone not to break his heart, no matter who they were. He simply can’t handle emotional pain. “I don’t know.” He finally said.

“I think you need to ask yourself why before you start thinking of a romantic gesture.” Zane said.

---

“You left your phone here.” Kai told his partner, holding up their phone. The two were standing in the blacksmith shop after closing.

“Oh… thanks.” They smiled. They reached out to take it, but Kai backed up.

“Yeah… it was buzzing all night. Who’s this?” He asked, showing them the texts upon texts from someone Kai didn't know. All texts were things Kai would say to them. Calling them baby, wink emoticons, and sexy innuendos.

Kai’s partner stared at him wide eyed. “Did you go through my phone?” They asked, anger lacing their words. They reached once again, but Kai took another step back. “Kai, give me my phone.”

“Are you cheating on me?” He asked, tears forming. When they stayed silent he asked again.

“Yeah.” They sighed. Kai felt his entire body break. He shut his eyes tight and a few tears fell.

“... Why?” He croaked.

“Because, Kai. I don’t want you.” They responded, little emotion in their words.

Kai looked at them with confused sad puppy dog eyes. “What?” He made no effort to hide his tears.

“You’re not enough. I’m not getting what I need from you. Not to mention all you do is whine about how hard your life has been. Fun fact: everyone’s life is hard. Get over it and stop burdening those around you.” They spat. Their arms were crossed and there was no emotion behind their eyes. Kai threw their phone at them and they caught it. “Sorry, but I can’t handle you anymore.” They added.

“Please go.” He whispered. They obeyed and left without another word. Once they were gone Kai completely broke down. That night was spent in a puddle of tears. For days, Nya tried her best to console her brother to little avail. 3 weeks later, a strange man with a walking stick and long beard visited the shop with a proposition.

---

No one but Nya knew about Kai’s ex. He didn’t share that time in his life with anyone. It was the worst he’s ever felt. Someone he loved ruined him, broke him. For weeks the pain consumed him. If it wasn’t for Sensei Wu, he doesn’t know what would have come of him. He was scared it would happen again down the line. He figured the best way to avoid it was to put up walls. Lately those walls have been getting damaged. He was starting to think it was time to let them break.

He spent all day trying to figure out what he was going to do. He really did want to overcome this problem of his, and he wanted to do it with Jay; for Jay. Simply talking to him was completely out of the question. He wasn’t strong enough to tell Jay what he needed to know face to face. After racking his brain around it over and over again he finally got an idea.

“Hey sis?” Kai knocked quietly on Nya’s bedroom door.

“Yeah? Come in.” She shouted through the door. When Kai entered, he saw her on her bed reading a book about water. “Did you know water is considered sticky?” She asked with a smile on her face.

“Uh no I didn’t. That’s kind of cool though.” He responded, taking a few steps into the room. “I was wondering if I could borrow your stationary stuff?” He asked. A few months ago, Nya got really into writing letters and using fancy stationery supplies. Most of her letters are to no one, but she enjoys writing them nonetheless.

“Sure. What for?” She asked. She got off her bed and rummaged around in her closet.

“I want to send a letter and I want it to look nice.” He responded simply.

She turned back to her brother with a rather large wooden box. “Okay. Just don’t break anything.” She smiled, handing it to him.

“I won't.” He smiled back. A sense of relief fell over him when she didn’t ask any questions. “Thanks.” He added before going to the living room.

Jay wanted to know what happened, Kai was going to tell him what happened. He swallowed his anxiety and got to work.

---

A few days after Jay and Kai kissed, Jay was getting ready to go to sleep when he found a letter on his bed. It was sealed with pink and red wax with an intricate heart stamped in the middle. The paper was a soft yellow color and his name was written in calligraphy on the front. It was quite beautiful.

Confused, he sat down and read the letter.

Jay,

I know this is weird and very out of character for me, but I have to tell you something and this was the only way I felt I could do it. Mostly because, as you know, I’m shit with showing emotion. It was easier to write to you than to speak out loud. So, I guess I’m just going to rip off the bandaid.

I was in a relationship before I became a ninja. We were together for a year, until I found out they cheated on me. They were the first person I ever loved. I can’t explain how awful it felt to hear that they didn’t want me anymore. In simple terms, it broke me.

They told me I complained about my issues too much and that it was burdening them, which I guess made me think I had to hide to keep people from leaving me. I never wanted to burden anyone ever again, so I never talked about what’s going on with me or what my past looks like anymore. I put walls up to avoid a repeat of history. I never trusted anyone enough to give them my heart after that.

I hate saying this, but you were right. Talking about issues and emotions does help you heal. I learned that when I first told you I didn’t want to get hurt.

The truth is, I’m not a one night stand kind of guy. At least, I don’t want to be. The way you hugged me a few nights ago has made me rethink everything about myself and how I view romance. It was unbelievably refreshing to feel a connection like that. I hope you felt it too.

I think it cracked my walls. I think you cracked my walls. Ever since we met, you have been my best friend. I love joking around with you and fighting bad guys together and training and eating pizza together and kicking your ass on video games. I’m always smiling when I’m with you.

I want these walls down. I want to give you my heart.

I don’t know how you’re feeling about all this, and I’m terrified that I’m scaring you away, but I wanted to ask you on a date. An honest to god real date where we go out to eat in the rich part of the city or something like that.

I’ll be in the downstairs training room if you want to talk.

Kai

After finishing the letter, Jay finally understood Kai and his reasons for disliking romance. It all made sense.

He immediately made his way to the training room. He found Kai sitting on one of the courses. “Hey…” Jay whispered, walking into the room. Kai stood up and their eyes met.

“Hey…” He said. Anxiety was written all over his face.

“I got your letter.” Jay stated, closing the door.

“And…?” Kai was holding his breath.

Jay walked over to the brunette. He hesitantly cupped his cheeks and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. “I would love to go on a date with you.” He grinned.

“Oh thank fuck.” Kai smiled brightly, letting out the breath he was holding. Jay giggled and pulled him into a hug.

“I did feel it too, by the way.” Jay whispered into his ear, prompting Kai to tighten his grip.

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Curiosity Killed The Cat

request: request. i’m not sure if you’re comfortable with writing it but it’s worth a try the team is always teasing spencer saying “he’s definitely a virgin” and he’s like “wtf no i’m not” one day they’re like ok well then y/n can see for herself, y/n is like “😳i didn’t sign up for this” and long story short they come back to the bau and the team is like “ ok soooo?” and y/n is like zoning out mumbling “you were wrong”

Warnings: SMUT (Penetration, oral (female recieving), spanking, over-stimulation, choking, degrading kink)

A/N: YO SHIT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN, I am going to start publishing fics again, but updates will be very very slow. They’ll increase eventually, but for now, they are slow. Love you all!

The night began at work. A late night with the team at the office, stacks of files mounted on all of your desks and you’re all gathered around to keep each other awake.

“Ugh. This is too much work. Seriously. Can’t killers ever take a break?”

You whine, spinning in the swivel chair and holding a file in the air. Morgan chuckles, staring at his own file before speaking.

“I need a drink after this.”

“You and me both Morgs.”

“I told you to stop calling me that Girly.”

You chuckle, stopping your spinning and standing up to stretch. It feels nearly impossible to stay awake. Not necessarily because you’re tired, but you’ve been staring at similar files all day and it’s getting boring and tiring.

“I’ll do refills on coffee. Gimme your mugs.”

You say, letting them pile different sizes of cups and mugs in your arms. You saunter over to the coffee machine and set them on the counter.

You set the pot for a lot of coffee and quickly dash to Hotch’s office, where him and Rossi are.

“Yo, I’m making coffee, y’all need refills?”

They shake their heads and you shrug, returning to the coffee machine and pouring the coffee in the mugs before adding cream and sugar.

“How much sugar tonight Reid?”

You ask, turning to the tall doctor with a smirk. Luckily, you and your team are the only people left in the bullpen so you can be as loud as you want.

“A lot.”

You snort, grabbing the box of sugar and piling it in, almost emptying it before putting it on the shelf and making a few trips to distribute the coffee.

“Here you are Spencer, sugar with some coffee on the side.”

You chuckle, sitting in your chair again and picking a new file up, only to find that this was the last file.

“Oh. Anyone else wanna give me files? I’m on my last one.”

Morgan and Emily immediately run up to you with files, dropping them on your desk and thanking you. It made you laugh, watching smiles grown on their faces.

“Okay team. We’re almost finished. Just a little bit more now.”

(SEXUAL THEMES BEYOND THIS POINT)

A few hours later you, Spencer, Rossi, and Hotch are finished with your stacks, waiting for the other three with Penelope, discussing bars to go to.

“Oooo there’s a new one downtown, we should go there.”

“Can you guys hold back your alcohol talk until tonight please? I just wanna get out of here fast and maybe get lucky tonight.”

Emily pleads, making you and the other women go “oooo” while the men groan.

“Oh boy you are right Em. I haven’t gotten laid in so long. Too long.”

You say, leaning back in your chair and looking at a flabbergasted Penelope.

“How long?”

She asks, staring at you in disbelief. You were a very beautiful woman (Don’t you fucking dare say otherwise) so people often assumed you had sex often. You weren’t private about it either. So what if people judged you? Sex is natural and anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

“Since my first time in middle school. I had a delusion that sex was gonna be this amazing thing and then it was actually terrible. I gave up all hope and never slept with anyone ever again. So you know, it is what it is.”

Everyone looked at you in shock, confused as to how you went your whole life without sex.

“Wait really?”

Morgan questions, his attention dropping from the files to you in an instant. Spencer simply stared at you in disbelief, his expression suddenly making you nervous.

“Y-yeah. I haven't had sex since middle school. It isn’t a big deal.”

You defend, but Penelope wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Oh honey I’m definitely finding you someone to take home.”

“Hey, at least you had your first time, unlike pretty boy over here.”

Morgan teases, messing with Spencer’s hair. Spencer was often teased for being a virgin, but none of you knew what to believe. He said he wasn’t, but refused to tell even Morgan about any of his times.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys, I’m not a virgin!”

“Then tell us about one time.”

Morgan says, a wide smirk on his face at the disheveled state of the genius doctor. Poor Reid just wanted to be left alone but Morgan will not let this go.

“Morgan. Not all of us are public about our sex lives like you bud. Sometimes I wish you were as secretive as Reid. None of us want to hear about how you “got it on”.”

Morgan grimaces, and Spencer looks to you thankfully.

“C’mon Y/N, you aren’t even a little curious?”

Emily asks from her desk, finally finishing up the last file with JJ. You shrug, playing with your hair briefly.

“Of course I’m super curious, but, unlike you lust goblins, I stand with Hotch and Rossi and don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

Various groans come from the team as you fist-bump Hotch and Rossi, laughing at their defeat.

When Morgan finally finishes, you all head to the new bar downtown, smiling at the flashing lights of the dance floor and immediately going to a small table with the rest of the team.

“Oh hells yes! This place is already fun!”

Penelope squeals, waving a worker over to get food. Morgan sits next to you, Emily on your other side and Spencer is next to Morgan and Hotch.

“Alright my baby’s we are partying until Y/N gets lucky!”

You chuckle at Penelope’s words, raising a glass of water to your lips and taking a big swig of it before looking around. The people in there were definitely attractive, but your mind never swayed from a certain genius.

You meant it when you said you were curious, your mind had always wandered to certain images when you went to sleep, constantly imagining what he would be like.

You’re mind was so easily destroyed by him. All of your thoughts contorted by him. To the point where you can’t imagine sleeping with any of these other people, but you’re scared to ruin your friendship with him by trying to sleep with him.

“Ah guys. I’m fine. I don’t want to sleep with someone I don’t know.”

Morgan groans, nudging your side and making you laugh.

A few hours later, Spencer has abandoned ship and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone with the rest of the team as you eat some wings.

“Oh my god I know how to figure out if Reid’s a virgin or not!”

Penelope shouts, you look at her excited face, just smirking as she squeals.

“And what is your plan?”

“One of us hooks up with him!”

You all choke on your food and drinks, staring at her in shock.

“I’m sorry what? Did you just say-”

“Actually that’s not a bad idea.”

Hotch cuts you off. You turn to his smirking face in shock. Never in a million years would you have thought that Aaron Hotchner thought one of you sleeping with Reid is a good idea.

“Hotch! Wouldn’t that like, mess with work or something?”

He shrugs, turning to you and smirking.

“What can I say? I’m curious too.”

You sigh, chuckling a bit and shaking your head.

“I say Y/N does it.”

“What?”

“Yeah! Y/N is single and hasn’t gotten laid in a while, it’s perfect!”

“Guys no I-”

“Oh my god you’re right! Plus there’s plenty of sexual tension between the two of them.”

You sigh, knowing they won’t let up until this happens. When the team wants something, they make it happen.

“Okay guys, I didn’t sign up for this, I’m not your test dummy.”

You say, putting your wings down on the plate in front of you and looking around at them all.

“Please girly? Pretty please?”

Morgan begs, clutching your hand tightly and shaking it up and down like a child who wants a toy.

“Y/N, I will make sure you get a raise in your paycheck.”

You stop and think about it for a second.

It could ruin your relationship with him forever, then again, he’s the type to forgive and forget when it comes to his friends.

And if it did work out, then things could be awkward between the two of you for a long time, or worse, he’d regret it. And like all the things he regrets, he’d ignore you until you disappeared.

And the worst you can think of, you take his virginity. Not someone he loves, not his girlfriend or wife, you. His bestfriend and co-worker.

But still, just that small percentage that everything might go completely right and you might even get a second time with him makes it feels like it might be worth it.

“Okay fine. But I don’t want a raise. If I’m doing this it’s because I want to.”

They all cheer and you just smile, taking a swig of beer before motioning for Morgan to switch seats with you so that when Spencer comes back he’ll be next to you.

Within a few minutes Spencer returns and you feel a heat travel up your neck as you look at him. He turned to you and smiled, sending shivers up your spine as you smiled back.

“Why’d you switch places?”

He asks, you turn to Morgan for help, pleading him to come up with a fake story.

“Emily kept poking her so she told me to switch.”

He says, you practically glare daggers at him, but you go with it, turning back to Spencer and nodding with a smile.

“Yep, so now, you are stuck with me.”

You joke, trying to ease the dusty pink on your cheeks, and nudge him gently in the arm.

In a few minutes you muster up the courage to let your hand travel off of the counter and onto Spencer’s thigh, feeling your entire face go crimson at the feeling of the hard muscle.

He choked on his water briefly before looking at you, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your red face. You were trying to hide any emotion you felt out of embarrassment.

He didn’t say anything though, you’re hand felt warm against the cool breeze of the bar, and he wasn’t opposed to your touch whatsoever.

Everyone continued talking and laughing as your hand inched upwards, and you could feel his body tense up every once in a while, and every time he did, you paused, giving him a moment to push your hand away or tell you to stop, but he didn’t. Not even when you began massaging and squeezing the muscle in your hands.

In fact, he at some point grabbed your hand and positioned it right above his own cock. You weren’t touching it yet, just hovering in slight fear.

He wants this.

You thought before slowly lowering your hand, your eyes widening at the feeling of his semi hard and fairly large cock. What the hell were you getting yourself into?

You glance at him quickly, only to find him staring straight back at you with lust lidded eyes. They were intimidating, almost scary. Usually you would have hated to be on the receiving end of this glare, but in this context, it made you feel like a match had been lit inside of you and you were just left there with a lit match inside of you.

The moment you squeezed your hands just slightly, he abruptly stood up, your hand falling from his crotch. Everyone looks at him in shock as he yanks you up.

“I need to talk to you.”

Is all he says before dragging you away. You only had a split second to turn and see the teams faces, but they were all pretty much the same.

A shit eating smile with wiggling eyebrows.

From the moment you were yanked into the private room with Spencer, you were super nervous. It had been years, you were inexperienced. What if he didn’t like it? What if he left because you were bad at it?

He seemed to notice your panicked state and sat you down on the bed, crouching in front of you and taking your hands in his.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. As much as I would love to prove to you that I really am not a virgin, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But if you say yes, I will pillage your body to the point that you can’t walk next week.”

Well shit, now you were fully convinced and super turned on. You had thought he was vanilla, or maybe even a bottom, but oh wow you were so wrong.

“Do it.”

Those were the only two words needed for Spencer Reid to pounce, and your plane of vision was knocked over, now laying on your back as he traps you under his body.

His lips are everywhere. They’re on yours at first, but they travel to your jaw, your neck, and his lengthy fingers work at the buttons on your dress shirt rapidly.

“Shit Spencer...”

You whine out as he works his hands across your body. They feel like fire against your skin. His lips are wet and messy, kissing and marking your neck for the world to see.

You grip his shirt, tugging at it and opening your mouth to speak, but a moan slips out instead. You shut your eyes in embarrassment as you feel his lips curl upwards on your collarbone, the suckling feeling feeling so warm and tingly.

“What is it baby? You want me to take my shirt off? huh?”

You nod eagerly, chest rising and falling quickly as he raises his body off of yours, and you open your heavy eyes to see him strip off his shirt. He isn’t muscly, but he’s perfect, he looks perfect.

“What do you want baby?”

You stumble over your words, your mind already fuzzy somehow by just his lips.

“You. I want you. Please Spencer I want you.”

You beg, your hands travelling up his torso and feeling his soft skin. He leans down again, towering over you and smashing his lips on your while his hands work on getting your pants off.

His lips were safe, careful. Not aggressive, and his tongue that tasted the inside of your mouth was warm and loving, savoring your taste as you whined into his.

He was smiling so widely against your skin, his pride booming at the way you reacted to his touch. He never once thought he could get you to react like this.

“You just wanted to see if I was a virgin huh? You curious?”

You nod and shake your head, confused on why you were doing this as well. You wanted this so much it almost hurt, you’ve wanted this since day one. You were also really curious as well though.

“You know what they say.”

He leans into your ear, kissing your neck and biting your ear.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

You felt his fingers rub at your clothed pussy, your black cloth panties preventing him from fucking you with his fingers. His fingers rub against your clit, the cotton creating friction on it as well.

“Please Spencer! Please please please!”

You beg, feeling his breath land on your cold skin in a way that felt so raw and rigid. He tugs at your panties, freeing your cunt as a finger rubs against your clit, the bundle of nerves jolting you up.

A loud moan escapes your lips as he continues circling your clit with his long fingers, His lips kissing your open ones.

Two fingers probe into you, scissoring themselves inside of you. You groan into his mouth as they curl upwards into your wet cunt.

“Shit!”

He moves his head between your thighs, licking a wet stripe up your clit, flicking it around as you moan at the sensitive feeling. It feels like electricity lighting up the sensitive nub.

A pressure builds between your legs, a spring coiling in your stomach as he suckles on your clit, fucking you fast with his fingers.

“Spencer! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it.”

It hits you like a fiery clap of thunder, the feeling so extreme and hot it almost makes you scream and you can only hope no one heard you over the music outside.

Your breathing is labored as your high dies down, but Spencer doesn’t let up, he flips you over onto your stomach, dragging you to your knees by your hips.

“Wha-”

You get cut off by your own moan of pain, the tip of his cock slowly being pressed into your tight and wet cunt.

“It’ll get better baby, I’ll go slow, I promise. Just tell me when you want me to go, and when you want me to stop. Okay?”

You nod against the pillow under your face, tears slipping out of the corners of your eyes. A hand lands on your ass, making you yelp at the rough feeling.

“Words baby.”

You moan, palming the sheets with your fists as he pulls out completely, leaving you to feel empty.

“Okay! Please Spencer! Please I need you!”

You could practically feel his pride rolling off of him as he pushes into your sex slowly, filling you up fully.

It’s a stinging feeling, as if you were being torn apart. But he waits, he let’s you adjust to his girthy size before moving. He really was gentle. You hadn’t expected him to be rough exactly, but he was shockingly gentle and patient.

Eventually, you got used to the feeling, it felt so satisfying as well. The feeling of being so full and warm was so pleasuring, it sent little jolts of pleasure up your spine and out your mouth, making Spencer smirk.

“You’re so tight for me. You so curious you let me fuck you huh? So eager?”

You nod, burying your face into the pillows. You want him to move, to fuck you until you break, but words won’t come out, so you move your hips forwards, letting part of him slip out of you before moving him back into your dripping cunt.

A loud groan escapes both of your lips at the feeling, his hand lands on your ass again, reddening it before taking the hint and thrusting into you carefully.

“Oh... Holy crap!”

You moan out as he continues to clench your hips, surely leaving bruises tomorrow. His thrusts remained slow and deep, but it felt just right. He let his hands wander, travelling up and down your body.

His fingers find your bra, unclipping it and letting it fall off. Your breasts move to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Faster... Please Spencer faster!”

“What’s that my little slut? You want more? You gonna be a greedy little slut?”

You could feel your cheeks become a dark crimson color, slightly embarrassed at the degrading language he was using, but you nod nonetheless, wanting him to pound into you shamelessly.

“Very well. What a dirty slut wants, she gets.”

His pace quickens suddenly, each thrust into you sharp and hitting into you just right. Loud moans escape both yours and Spencer’s lips, the room becoming sweaty and sticky quickly.

“This want you want you whore? You just want to be fucked like a cheap whore?”

Pointless babbles fall out of your mouth, quiet “Yes” and “I’m your cheap whore” being mumbled as he pounded into from behind.

A gasp escapes your lips as he lands another smack to your ass, leaving a burning sensation that felt so damn pleasurable after the initial sting.

A familiar pressure builds up between your thighs again, Your legs trembling under the Thunderous feeling of your orgasm washing over your entire body.

You had thought that two orgasms would have been enough for him, but he doesn’t let up, even flipping you back over and thrusting into you harder.

“S-Spencer!”

You gasp and squirm as his fingers find your sensitive and swollen clit, pinching and rubbing it with his thumb and index finger. It felt like a wave of nerves jolting every bone, your back arching off of the cushion underneath you.

He continues pounding into you mercilessly, admiring the way your tits bounce at his pace, the way you so desperately panted for mercy, but your body betrayed you.

If you really wanted him to get off of you, you would have made it much more clear, you would have been pushing him off more, but you were more just clutching him closer than anything, wriggling your body around.

You couldn’t form any words at this point, chasing after your third orgasm endlessly. You manage to spot the hand that isn’t abusing your clit snake its way up your body, playing and pinching your nipples briefly before wrapping itself around your neck.

Soft squeezes are delivered to your throat, making you whimper and whine, your own hands reaching his wrist for support, feeling up the vein-y muscles.

“Spencer! Spencer I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum!”

You whimper out, his hand tightens around your throat and his fingers rub your clit faster and harder, abusing the already raw nerves.

Everything felt so overwhelming. Your body was shaking aggressively each time he rubbed your swollen nub, and the feeling of him pounding into your wet cunt repeatedly slamming your sweet spot mercilessly and choking you out at the same time was so raw and powerful.

It felt unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. And with a broken moan, you came all over his cock, clenching around him and pushing him over the edge as well.

He came right inside of you, riding out his high while slowing the rubs delivered to your clit. Your insides were twitching like crazy around his sensitive cock, making him groan while watching your entire body shake.

Soon after you both came, he pulled out, letting his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, pulling your body to sit up.

“Well, did I pass your test?”

You lazily nod at his question. You panted heavily, trying to chase after your breath.

“Holy shit Spencer... That was... Wow.”

He chuckled, grabbing your clothes off of the floor and placing them next to you.

“Need help cleaning up?”

You shook your head, meeting his starstruck eyes for the first time since he choked you. They were so bright, so in awe.

“Alright, well I’m gonna head home so I don’t have to face the others. See you at work?”

“See ya.”

Twenty minutes later, Spencer had gone home and you had finished getting all of his cum out of you, and now you were fully dressed, making your way back to the others in a shell shocked state of mind.

Everyone else was trying their hardest not to laugh at the sight of your shaky legs when you stumbled into your chair, red hickies all over your neck. You sat with a blank stare in your eyes, chugging your water.

“So?”

Morgan asked, knowing the answer already but just wanting to hear it anyways.

“You were wrong.”

You managed to mumble out. Everyone broke out laughing, even Hotch and Rossi.

You continued to eat your wings, The memory of what just happened stuck on replay in your brain.

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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NSFW where the S/O finds Bo, Tommy and Billy flirting with next victim and goes crazy “you might be a serial killer but you flirt with another woman again and I’ll find a way to kill you.” Ending in a steamy makeup please and thank you 😊

Includes: Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Billy Lenz.

Warnings: No NSFW but it’s suggestive.

“You might be a serial killer but you flirt with another person again and I’ll kill you”:

Thomas Hewitt

You were at the gas station with Luda May and Thomas, helping her out before planning to return to the house. A car had just pulled up, a group of people climbing out to get gas and stretch their legs.

You weren’t stupid, you knew that you weren’t the only person who found Thomas attractive (despite what he might think). But it was true that people tended to avoid him, mocking him rather than being friendly, which you of course hated.

Today was a little different. One of the members of the group clearly took an interest in him, approaching him and flirting with him.

Thomas would never flirt with somebody else, he is incredibly loyal to you, he loves you more than anything in the world. He’s just not used to being flirted with and it makes him pause, and he gets incredibly flustered, not knowing how to respond or what to do.

But, when you see what’s happening, you wander over, taking Thomas’ hand in yours and introducing yourself to the stranger as his partner. Thomas instantly takes your hand and guides you closer, like he is actually asking for help in this situation.

You ‘politely’ excused yourselves before guiding Thomas to the backroom of the gas station, locking the door behind you.

“Your family might be the killers but if you flirt with somebody else again, I will kill you” you told him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Thomas’ eyes instantly widen, hoping that you didn’t really think that he was flirting with somebody else. He’s quickly shaking his head and approaching you, taking your hands in his.

“I know, Tommy” you break your serious expression, smiling up at him. “You can’t help that people find you irresistible” you tease, making him blush and shake his head. He’ll never believe that people could actually be interested in him.

“Because I know I do” you continued. This time, instead of blushing further, Thomas smiled as he pulled you closer.

He has to make sure you know that you’re his world and nobody else could compare.

The next thing you know, you’re sitting onto of some old crates with Thomas standing between your legs as you both lost yourselves in a heated make out session.

He’s yours and only yours, you know that.

The moment is soon interrupted by Luda May knocking on the door, needing to get something from the back room and wondering why the door was locked.

Bo Sinclair

Bo has been known to flirt with victims when they first come into town, laying on the charm to trick them. But you’ve expressed your discomfort with it since you’ve started dating and since then he’s seemed to stop doing it.

He normally introduced you to visitors as his partner and ignored any advances that the strangers made.

Maybe he had just assumed that this time it would be easier to flirt a little and trick them that way. Plus you weren’t there at the moment, so he figured that it wouldn’t hurt anyone.

But you had arrived at the garage, just in time to catch him mid-scam. Leaning against the counter and smirking at the stranger, making them blush.

As soon as he saw you, he straightened up and cleared his throat. A little surprised by the glare you were giving him.

You just left, heading back to the house. You knew he wouldn’t do anything with them but you had told him that it made you uncomfortable, so you had a right to be mad about it.

After everything was dealt with and Vincent was left to deal with the victims, Bo found you at the house, just ignoring him.

“Look, I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t think it’d cause any harm” Bo huffed, almost dismissively. You still ignore him, so he walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest to your back. “You know I wouldn’t touch anyone else, sweetheart” he’d whisper lowly against your ear.

“You might be a serial killer but you flirt with somebody else again and I will kill you” you spoke seriously as you turned to face him, no hint of joking in your expression.

Bo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise but it made him smirk, finding this new side of you amusing.

“Is that so, darlin’?” he was still smirking as he pulled you closer. “Guess I need to remind you who I keep around.”

Before you can respond, his mouth is in yours and he’s pressing you back against the nearest wall.

Despite being mad at him, you couldn’t resist him, and you did know that he wouldn’t do anything more than flirting with other people...but you would be talking to him about this later on.

But right now, he had pinned against a wall in heated kiss and that was all you could think about. Damn him.

Billy Lenz

Billy honestly doesn’t have any interest in anyone but you but you think he just likes terrorising other people.

You had caught him in the attic, on the phone, going about his usual spiel.

In all honestly, you weren’t that bothered by it. You knew that a part of him enjoyed scaring people but would never actually cheat on you. This was just one of those things you had to get used too with Billy.

Still, you like messing with him.

So, you walked up to him, managing to catch him by surprise as you took the phone off of him and hung it up.

Billy looks up at you with a surprised expression, his face turning red from being caught, not having an explanation. You knew exactly what he was doing.

He was sitting on the floor, so you crouched down to match his height without breaking eye contact.

“I know you’re a pervert but if you flirt with somebody else ever again, I will kill you” you threated, still holding his gaze.

Billy knows you’re joking, you’ve proven time and time again that you would never lay a hand on him in an aggressive way, he also knows that you know he wouldn’t touch anyone else.

It’s silent and a little tense for a moment but then Billy just tackles you the ground, burying his face in your neck.

“I’m sorry, Y/n” he’d mumble against your neck, his apology sincere despite you not being truly angry.

He starts to ramble a bit, as usual, about how he only wants you, only loves you.

You shut him up by shushing him and pulling him into a kiss.

It quickly turns heated, Billy deepening the kiss and letting his hands roam and grope.

He just wants to make sure that you know his interest is still solely in you, as you both roll around on the floor of the attic.

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wearywinchester · 3 years

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Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, anger flares and feelings come out.

Requested by Anonymous: This is sooo ''let's pretend they're all alive' but I think we all need something nice now, could you do one where reader is bobby's daughter and she's your typical I like makeup, short skirts and heels girl and they're all (reluctantly) working with the ghost facers for a case, dean gets protective around her bc she's bobby's daughter and not at all bc he likes her no no what gave you that idea hehehe

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: little bit of jealousy, injuries, mentions of blood, swearing, brief mentions of alcohol, fluff, kissing

Hunting with the Winchester’s.

No matter the case, hunting with those two never failed to be interesting. You’d like to think you were a good hunter, in fact you knew you were. You might not have been the best there is but there’s not one hunter out there that hasn’t made a handful of mistakes on the job. It was bound to happen sometime. But you’ve had a pretty good hunter to learn from—your dad.

He wasn’t thrilled with the idea of you hunting, not in the slightest and he tried his hardest to get you to go another direction with your life. But Bobby Singer was as stubborn as they come, so he should’ve expected his daughter to be just the same as himself. With all of the reluctance in the world, he taught you to be the hunter you are today, and that’s something he can feel confident in even though he might not admit it.

Dean hadn’t taken you too seriously the first time you’d accompanied them on a hunt for a vamp nest, treating you as if you were a child despite the mere one year age difference the two of you held. That quickly changed when you saved him from a great deal of danger that night; three vamps against a disarmed Dean surely wouldn’t have gone very well.

That was something you very much held over his head, giving it a good long while before you finally let him live it down save for a few mentions here and there.

Even then Dean was just as protective as he’d been since you were teens nearly ten years ago, you were Bobby’s daughter. That was always his reasoning for insisting you stay close to him on hunts, for losing his temper should the smallest of things happen to you. That was his reasoning for being adamant that you stay back on hunts he deemed too dangerous, trying his hardest to convince Bobby to stick with him on it. Bobby never disagrees with his reasoning, but he also knows you’re too stubborn for your own good.

Dean was the very same way.

The old house looked like something straight out of a movie, the stereotypical haunted house as boards stick haphazardly over broken windows and the grass is far too overgrown. Nearly every corner was littered with spiderwebs, the siding on the house covered in years of neglected dirt and moss. It was only perfectly fitting that it’d be haunted, otherwise that’d be a waste of an abandoned house.

You squinted up at it as you got out of the backseat of the Impala, turning back to look at the long driveway you’d just driven up, lined with old trees on either side before glancing back at the house. Your gaze shifts to Dean as you smooth out your jacket, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a grin.

“What?” You ask, eyes narrowed as you look up at the older Winchester.

“Nothing,” he chuckles, shrugging his shoulders, “I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you without a pair of those ridiculously tall heels on. I have to say I’m shocked.”

You roll your eyes and bite the inside of your cheek as he nudges the toe of your tattered old boots, his smile still remaining as he looks down at you in amusement.

“Well I guess I’m full of surprises then, aren’t I?” You say as you rub your gloss in with a smack of your lips and brush past him to get to catch up to Sam, the smile you’d tried to stifle now tugging at your lips once your back was to him. But he knew it was there just as much as you saw his was when you turned back around to catch his expression.

He chuckled, brows soon furrowing as he shook his head. “Wait—what’s that supposed to mean?”

He slung his bag over his shoulder and quickened his pace, grumbling to himself about what your words could have meant as his brows furrowed. In a matter of moments you nearly smack into Sam, stopping just in time.

“What is it?”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Dean mutters, and when you look at him that crease between his brows deepens and his jaw tenses, eyes rolling and you follow his gaze to the ever familiar van that sat parked on the other side of the trees. “Looks like the ghostbusters beat us to it.”

Ghostfacers.

You were more than surprised when Dean had caved on working the hunt with them, not without a couple of eye rolls and a few choice words for the pair mumbled not so discreetly under his breath. But all things considered, after what happened the last time, you were surprised he’d gone through with it. Although, Harry and Ed weren’t planning on leaving anyway. They may have been more than just a little intimidated by that ever famous Dean Winchester glare, one that never worked on you, but they weren’t scared enough to back down much to Dean’s dismay.

The more people there were, the better, but that didn’t stop the older Winchester from being protective over you. In fact, you were certain he was even more so.

“Stay with me,” Dean said, his words serious as he put his arm out in front of you, his gaze over at the two less than desired guests and their cameras having been less than pleased. Especially with the way they smiled at you and acted like a couple of fools with a crush.

“What am I five, Dean?” You say, pushing his arm down as you quicken your pace to walk with him rather than behind him.

He narrows his eyes down at you as his lips purse till those dimples appeared that you’ve come to know oh so well, and rarely were they not from discontentment.

“Would you slow down?” He huffs, a smile tugging at your lips.

You sigh, shaking your head in amusement.

You failed to miss the way the back of his hand had brushed over your knuckles as you walked along the shadowed hallway, thick with cobwebs and rubble scattering across the scratched wood floors. You were starting to wonder if the action was a simple accident or if he’d felt the same spark of something you couldn’t quite pinpoint in his chest as you felt in yours.

It could have been nothing, probably was, but you shook it off when you turned around the corner and tried not to think about it again.

The hunt was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to be a simple salt and burn, and it was one spirit against five people. Harry and Ed weren’t the best of help, not really, but it was more than you walked in with and it should have been better. But it wasn’t.

The spirit turned out to be far more vengeful than she let on, and as Dean suspected, it wasn’t a good idea to split up. Not in a house that was three times bigger than it seemed with a more than violent spirit on the loose. It most certainly didn’t help that the sun had finally dipped below the horizon, the house dark enough to begin with even in daylight, it’s boarded up windows and burnt out lightbulbs working against you.

Had you not been there, Dean would more than readily have split up to cover more ground with the extra set of hands accompanying you this time, it only made sense to do so. But you were. You were there and you were just as stubborn as ever as you stood there in favor of the very idea that was just the opposite of what Dean wanted. What was a good idea to you and one to most was the worst thing he could possibly think of. He didn’t want you to stray far from him for reasons he’d never admit, not to you or himself, instead reasoning with a simple ‘because I said so’.

But that phrase didn’t work on you. It never did.

He knew. From the moment those two barreled down the stairs looking paler than the spirit you were after, holding all the hesitancy in the world in their body language he knew. The apologetic look Sam had given him wasn’t one that helped either, anger quick to spark within him as he closed his eyes for a moment. He should have known better than to believe they’d offer you any form of protection even though he knows you can hold your own. He should have known better than to quit arguing with you on the matter because maybe, just maybe you’d have given in and split up with him instead. Maybe you would still be with the group and not who knows where in this maze of a run down mansion.

It was a mess of maybe’s and what if’s that clouded his every thought.

But he didn’t argue and you were gone. You were swept away by Casper the not so friendly ghost and he was to blame. Bobby would be livid if he knew, he gets that, but Dean himself didn’t know what he’d do if something happened. He could deal with the wrath of Bobby Singer any day but he couldn’t deal with even just the thought of something happening to you and he couldn’t find it in him to grasp just why it was he felt that way. Maybe he could, but he doesn’t want to think about it.

“You what?” Dean asked, anger simmering in the pit of his stomach. His question was low and the two words were more than venomous, more than telling of just how angry he’d been. He heard exactly what Ed had told him not thirty seconds before, he just couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He could believe it actually, because it was Ed of all people, but that wasn’t the point.

Ed swallowed thickly and offered a nervous laugh in an attempt to stave off the tension that’d been building the moment they came back to Dean without you, backing up from the green eyed Winchester who’d been staring him down with a narrowed gaze. It wasn’t hard to see that his patience was wearing thin, and he knew he was pushing it the more he stalled. “She—she went ahead! It’s not like we could talk her out of it!”

His fists clenched and relaxed at his sides at the reasoning he just heard, crescent shaped imprints of his nails left behind on his palms in the wake of his increasing anger.

“You let her out of your sight?” He said, far louder than before. He grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pushed him against the dilapidated old wall, the wood creaking under the newfound pressure against it and a cloud of dust forming. He’s more than tense as Dean crinkles his shirt between his fists, knuckles ivory white and jaw clenched tightly. He could see every freckle and every ounce of emotion in Dean’s eyes, that’s how close he was. He could see the angry quiver in his bottom lip and the flare of his nostrils, could feel his breath hitting his face as he stood pinned to the wall and his glasses even fogged up.

“What, you thought you’d play ‘Mr. Tough Guy’, try and protect her? Huh? Cause you sure as hell didn’t do a good job,” Dean grits out frustratedly.

“She said she’d kick my ass if I didn’t let her go ahead!” He splutters, nearly nose to nose with him.

Dean nodded, the smile on his face bitter as he slid his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know,” he says, sweating bullets by that point as he buckled under the pressure of Dean’s distress. He let out a noise when he shook him slightly and he knows that’s not the answer Dean needs to hear right now. “We were on the second floor when a door slammed around the corner!”

“Actually, they all closed so it’s kinda hard to tell which one,” Harry chimed in, growing timid the more he spoke as he stepped closer to Sam as some form of protection. He scratched the back of his neck and laughed nervously when Dean’s stare fell on him.

“Dean, we’ll find her, okay? Right now we’re just wasting time,” Sam says, noting Ed was two seconds from fainting from the anger radiating off the older Winchester.

Dean pushed him back once more before releasing his grip on his shirt, wrinkled and disheveled from the tightness of his fists. It was becoming increasingly more apparent that this was about more than just protecting Bobby Singer’s daughter. It was about more than just his annoyance with anything and everything that has to do with Ghostfacers. It was you.

He was angry, livid, as he snagged the flashlight from the table, storming off on his own. Not without his anger getting the better of him, a nearby chair taking the brunt of his frustration as it hits the wall. He remembers just what happened the last time he got stuck working a hunt with them, and he tried his hardest not to think about it.

Meanwhile, you found yourself stuck locked in a room you knew you weren’t in before you were taken. A room you didn’t even know existed in this house to begin with. For being a run down old building, the flimsy doors were stronger than they looked, but you suppose the powers of the supernatural didn’t really care about things like that.

Your knuckles were an angry shade of red, fists sore and throbbing from having pounded them against the door for the better part of what had to be ten minutes in an attempt to escape or at least grab someone’s attention. You were tired as you slumped back against the wall, tucked within the sparse circle of salt you managed to make. Your phone was dead and your flashlight was gone, your energy seemingly just as drained as everything else.

You could feel the I told you so’s coming from Dean, you knew they’d be there ready and waiting if you get out of this. It’s not like it had been completely undeserved, but you didn’t want to hear it. You knew you more than likely looked worse for wear as you sat within that circle, knew by the way you saw smears of crimson on your fingers when you wiped your cheek. It was no secret that you messed up big time with this one, you’d admit that, but admitting it to yourself didn’t help you in that moment and you certainly wouldn’t say it to Dean.

You found there were a lot of things you were hesitant on admitting to Dean, and in the current moment you weren’t so sure if you’d have the chance to bring any of them to light. Maybe it was for the best anyway, could save yourself the embarrassment of having feelings for the older Winchester in the first place. Though you can’t tell what was scarier, the thought of his inevitable discontent with you and your hunting capabilities should you make it out alive, or the very real possibility that you wouldn’t make it out alive.

Yeah, you definitely couldn’t decide that one.

You weren’t sure how or when you found yourself pining over green eyes; the two of you bickered more often than not each and every time you saw one another. If it wasn’t over the smell of your perfume filling up the Impala, it was the way his cologne hung on you after he gave you a hug just to make that happen, just to ruffle your hair after you’d just done it. It was the softer smiles you shared with each other without even realizing it.

But it didn’t really matter, not now it didn’t.

You were caught up with the sting of embarrassment coursing through you from having gotten lost in the first place—you were so adamant that you could do it on your own. It happens to Sam all the time, it happens to Dean all the time, but you couldn’t stop the heat burning in your cheeks or the frustration building in your stomach.

You didn’t know how much time had passed nor did you have a second to think on it before she appeared in front of you in a matter of seconds. The look on her face had you sitting a little straighter, back pressing to the wall behind you as you eyed the pitiful salt ring around you. She laughed tauntingly and you were beginning to think even that wouldn’t protect you, you knew it wouldn’t judging by the way each and every granule began to sift away and break apart it’s protective ring.

You swallow thickly as your eyes widened, both your gaze and hers shifting to the door briefly as it rattled. “Y/n?”

Your breath hitched, only the smallest bit of relief washing over you as her attention returned to you almost immediately. “Dean!”

She didn’t seem to mind his attempts at busting the door down, nor the axe that split through the wood. She knew full well she could send him across the room with a simple twitch of her finger should he break through, watching as you scramble to your feet.

In a matter of seconds she’d appeared mere inches from you, her hand grabbing your face, cold and unforgiving. You didn’t know just what it was she’d been doing, but you were more than aware of the pain beginning to lance through you the moment she touched your skin.

It was near unbearable, a sharp burn radiating through you as a pressure squeezed in on you, intense and unwavering. You were quite sure you’d never felt something so intensely, the feeling nearly taking your breath away. Of all the hunts you’d been on, of all the injuries you walked away with, they’ve got nothing on this.

One thing she didn’t count on was the handful of salt you gathered in your palm, too caught up in your demise to see you’d snagged it from the protective ring she broke. You pressed your hand to her wrist and watched her face twist and contort in discomfort, the action searing her arm where you’d touched it and releasing her grip on you in an instant as if you were venomous.

She pushed you to the wall in retaliation with a simple move of her hand, and if you thought she’d been angry now, you surely were mistaken. You groaned as the fragile old wall behind you cracked and crumbled around you, slumping on the ground once more in exhaustion. You caught sight of Dean’s face as the door began to give way, livid yet holding something you couldn’t quite place as your heart hammered in your chest.

But luck seemed to be on your side just this once, fear flashing across her face as she stood mere inches from you. Her yelp was shrill as she stumbled backwards, having burned up in a blaze of misery and screams. Your chest heaved as your shoulders slumped in relief, the heat of her disappearance having fanned over you and the door breaking loose in a heap of shards and splinters.

The pain she’d caused had begun to ebb away and subside, leaving the ache to remain and the fatigue you felt to rest heavier in your body as you stood to your feet with a bit of unbalance.

Dean had crossed the room in a matter of a few strides, the axe clattering to the floor as his hand settled on your cheek. You looked miserable, mascara smudged and a frown on your busted lip.

“You okay?” He asked, the furrow deep between his brows.

“Do not say ‘I told you so’,” you grumble, half humorous as you look up at him.

His lips purse, his thumb swiping over the cut running along your cheek that he was less than pleased about. Any other time he might’ve laughed, but not this time. The worried crease between his brows and the way his lips pointed downward at the corners had been telling enough that he wasn’t happy with the predicament you’d gotten yourself into, that he was the complete opposite of thrilled at the close call that had his heart pounding and his stress in overdrive. But right now he was relieved. You were here and you were okay, attitude and all.

Sam was first to rush in, Harry next and Ed hot on his heels as they stepped over the rubble and splinters of the broken door.

Ed’s own relief washed over him, happy to not be on the receiving end of an angry Dean Winchester’s punch. “You found her—”

“Shut it.”

It’d been quiet the whole car ride home, no music on the radio, no conversation, no quick witted jokes or typical conversation. It was quiet and it was tense, near uncomfortable as Sam was stuck in the tension between two people he knows have something brewing between them. But he said nothing, pretending he didn’t see the way his brother’s gaze flickers to the rear view every other minute to see if you’re okay, his jaw tense and his grip on the wheel nearly too tight.

Bobby wasn’t thrilled to see the way that spirit roughed you up, more than a few choice words thrown Dean’s way with anger in his tone. He expected that much, having braced for it the whole ride back. He didn’t argue, didn’t do much more than nod and clench his jaw, and he didn’t say just how it was that it happened in the first place either.

Now you were wandering through your dad’s house, quiet unlike it had been just two hours earlier. Your dad and Sam had both been asleep, the early hours of dawn beginning to roll around as dawn approached. You knew better than to believe Dean would be sleeping too, your thoughts confirmed when the door to the bedroom he’d been crashing in was still open, bed empty and still untouched from when he’d haphazardly made it the morning before.

You sighed when you saw him, sitting by himself on the back porch swing and the moment you stepped outside you saw the half-drunk bottle of beer in his hand. His gaze lifted to you when he heard the creak of the door, averting his stare moments later.

“It’s late, sweetheart. Go to bed.”

“Then why aren’t you in bed?”

“Not tired,” he says, tipping his bottle against his lips as he takes another sip of his beer.

You huff out a soft sigh, arms crossing over your chest. That’s when he looks at you again, the dimness of the porch light having illuminated the jagged scratch on your cheek, freshly cleaned as well as the mascara that smudged under your eyes earlier. The tension in his jaw had yet to go away, obvious as ever.

“Are you going to be mad at me forever then?”

“‘M not mad anymore,” he says, and you knew for a fact that’d been a lie.

“You’re not that good a liar, Dean,” you say, watching him set his drink down and stand to his feet, leaning his weight on the wooden railing. “I had it handled, you know,” you say, watching his expression sour at your words.

You heard his scoff as you brushed past him, a sigh leaving your lips because you knew he’d react just the way he’d been acting. You were right with him, you were always right.

“Had it handled, my ass,” he said, quick to follow after you. “I told you not to do that.”

“Yeah, well I did it,” you said, and he turned in front of you and spun around, keeping you from walking any further.

“Would you quit it with the tough guy act? You’re hurt and you damn well know it, I know it. Hell, anyone can see that. So do yourself a favor and stop pretending like you had everything under control because I know you better than to believe that.”

Your brows furrow as you look up at him with a squinted gaze, watching as his chest rises and falls, at the way there was something more than anger pooling in his eyes as he looked at you. You’ve never seen him quite this upset over you before, not really, never seen him look at you that way before. He was angry, sure he was, but it was different.

He wasn’t wrong, you were hurting, it’s not everyday you’re on the receiving end of a vengeful spirits’ wrath. You went off on your own when you shouldn’t have been so bold and daring. But you were here. You were here and you were okay and you knew you were bound to do it again on another case. It was what being a hunter is about. You didn’t get this far by sitting back and letting the monsters out there come to you, you had to go out and look for them and if you got a few bumps and bruises then so be it.

“Why are you so mad, Dean?” You ask, watching his eyes roll. “You go out and do the same reckless things on a hunt, you’ve come out on the other side way worse than I did. But since it’s me, suddenly it’s a problem.”

“Exactly, it’s because it’s you!” He repeats, frustrated as ever as he throws his hands up. “And yeah I’m mad. I’m freakin’ pissed. You come in here thinking you’re invincible and you’re not Y/n. I’m mad because…” he paused, letting out a breath as he rubbed his face, hands running through his hair.

He looked at you then, expression softening as he calmed down a fraction. “Forget it.”

“No, not forget it,” you say, grabbing his wrist as he starts to walk away. His jaw was clenched as he looked down at you, swallowing thickly as the heaving of his chest slowed and his grip on the doorknob was tighter than ever.

This was the first time since you’d gotten back that he’d looked in your eyes for longer than a mere second or two. You knew he was on the brink of storming off to sulk in his own anger and guilt because that’s what he always did. You knew there was something more to it than just what he’d told you. He’d like to think that you’d believe that he wasn’t angry anymore, that he was over it. But Sam told you what happened back there, how upset he got with Ed and just how worried he’d been. It was growing increasingly obvious that there was more to it than that.

It was then that you noticed you’d still been holding onto his wrist and he didn’t pull away from you, didn’t make a move to.

You tilted your head to the side when you mulled things over, and that was when the sudden realization hit you like a ton of bricks, the smallest of smiles tugging at the corner of your mouth.

He rolls his eyes, “Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t do that thing where you try and ‘read’ me,” he says, quoting the word.

“You were scared,” you said, smile widening a bit and he huffs, pulling his arm from your loose grip. You hit the nail right on the head.

“I was just doing what Bobby asked me to do,” he says, adamant that that was his reason for being as upset as he was. Definitely not over the feelings bubbling away in the pit of his stomach, just waiting to go ahead and boil over.

“No, you were scared, De,” you say as he starts to turn away from you in an attempt to hide the smile threatening to show. “You were scared that I got lost.”

You always did that. You always took his anger and made it something else entirely and he’d try his hardest to keep that wall up. He was mad at you, mad at you for putting yourself in the same kind of danger he allows himself to be in with every hunt he does. But if you keep poking and prodding him and calling him out on his true feelings with that smile that makes him weak in the knees he does know how long he’ll last.

“You got this all wrong, sweetheart.”

“Sam told me what happened with Ed back there.”

His expression changed, softened a bit before he played it off with that familiar smirk. “Yeah, Ed’s an idiot and he pushed my buttons.”

You nodded then, your smile more than telling that you didn’t believe a word he said. You heaved a sigh, a bit of disappointment burning in your chest at his words. Because maybe you did have it all wrong, maybe his stubborn reluctance to be honest was just him telling the truth. Maybe he was just doing what your dad asked him to do. Being protective was in his nature, you knew that for a fact.

You brushed past him on the porch and headed to the door, the chirping of the early morning birds sounding and giving you enough of a reminder that maybe you should go to bed. That maybe you’ll feel better with a few hours of sleep. That maybe they would be gone, Dean would be gone by the time you woke up and you wouldn’t have to face the fluttery feeling and the ache in your heart until the next time you see him.

You spin on your heel to find him already looking, your smile soft. “Goodnight, Dean.”

Without so much as a reply you twist the old brass doorknob, pushing the back door open before his hand grips your wrist. You turned back to look at him, brows furrowed as you gazed up at him. He swallows thickly as he looks at you, lips parting to speak but the very words he’d been thinking of so vividly were stuck on the top of his tongue.

His hand loosens around your wrist and the tips of his fingers slide down to your hand to envelope yours, calloused and warm and hesitant. He takes all but a few seconds of your curious gaze, of the questions sitting on your tongue before he dips down and presses his lips on yours. It’s soft, featherlight almost as he pulls away just as quickly.

He doesn’t stray too far, his nose brushing against yours as he swallows nervously, but the sight of your smile put him at ease. Had him kissing you with just a little more vigor as his hand drops yours in favor of pressing to your cheek, your own having settled in his arm. Your smiles mingle and press into each other, the kiss soft and languid as your cheeks burned under his touch.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” You murmur, and the way he hummed softly, the way he stole another kiss in favor of admitting you were was telling enough.

He pulls back to look at you, his lips kiss swollen and pink as the beginnings of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. His eyes bounce between yours and down to your lips, looking at you once more before he kisses you again. The anger he held is quick to melt when you look at him the way you do and he hates it, he loves it but he hates it because he really should be mad. You nearly got yourself killed and here he was weak in the knees and he knows you’ll be just as brave on the next hunt. He knows you’ll do just the same thing.

“Your dad’s gonna kill me,” he mumbles, smiling against your lips.

“Probably,” you say with a grin, his quiet laughter immediate as he pulls you closer.

But you were right. There was more to it than just protecting Bobby Singer’s daughter, there always was. As stubborn as Dean Winchester could be, you knew him better than that, and he knew you better than to believe you won’t make his heart race and his worry spike on every hunt after that. It’s just in your nature to be braver than ever.

But he’ll protect you each and every time.

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