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captain039 · 1 year

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PART 6 Giving in to the wild side

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: AOB, mentions of past trauma, family death, hurt/comfort, mates, claiming, eventual smut, lots of feels, not liking/wanting kids. Brief mention of dog fighting.

Continuation of Craving the wild side

Summary: after leaving the Dean Winchester case you quit your job you over your as normal as you could. You woke up, helped your mum, worked on the farm but you always felt that hole.

Not knowing if he show up or not you gave up on hoping till someone came knocking.

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The moment the call came through you knew what the words would be. It’d only been a matter of time. You felt your world crush you again and it’d been nothing but pain and numbness. Dean… Dean never left your side, the moment you fell he picked you up, the moment you didn’t want to do anything he did it all for you. The moments he broke down he’d crawl into bed and hold you like his life depended on it.

It was hard, harder going to the funeral, the black suits and dresses, the tears and sour smells of pain and loss. The lack of motherly smell you were so used to roaming around had faded. Now it was just you and Dean. Dean stayed most nights, some nights you yelled at him, you got so angry and kicked him out of the house. You never forgave yourself for those moments despite him forgiving you each time you cried in his arms.

It’d been months now. Four months and five days since the funeral. You were gripping onto what sanity you had and made yourself take care of you and the farm. You were quiet, you didn’t talk to Dean much, you didn’t mean to, you were just caught up in your own head. Sometimes Sam and, or Jess would come over, Jess would have tea on the couch, you both huddled under a blanket, your head on her shoulder as you watched something on Netflix. Sam and Dean would work around the farm, mainly tinkering, keeping themselves busy. Sometimes they’d stay the night in the spare room, you hadn’t touched your mums room yet, the door stayed closed, Champ would sometimes lay in front of it, whining softly till you called him to sleep with you.

You jolted awake slightly, the rooster cawing at the top his lungs. You sighed slightly checking the time before sitting up. You let Champ outside and showered before having breakfast. Dean hadn’t stayed the night, he said he’d be over today, but you said not to worry, you just wanted a day to yourself. You cleaned the house avoiding your mums room. You changed your sheets, washed your blankets, cleaned the dishes anything you could find. You chucked out the old takeaway and snacks in the fridge before writing a shopping list down.

You got dressed and headed to your car. You stalled a bit, but said goodbye to Champ and left for the supermarket.

You got there, saw everyone going about their days neither happy or said, just plain feelings. Of course you didn’t know, everyone just put on a neutral face. You shopped slowly, going over your list a couple times every stop before you finally made it to the check out.

“Hi” the Cashier said with a smile and you greeted giving a small smile. You sighed softly loading things up onto the counter.

You finished, packed your car and headed home.

You pulled in and parked, boot to the door, Champ sniffing everything as you unloaded.

“Champ” you huffed smiling as he sat down and wagged his tail.

“I didn’t forget you” you said pulling out a bone. His eyes lit up as you undid the plastic and gave it to him. He happily trotted outside making you chuckle.

“Hey bud” you heard and frowned seeing Dean in the doorway, chuckling at Champ.

“Hey” you said.

“Hey” he said back lying down his keys in the bowl by the front door.

“Shopping?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah uh, the takeaway smelt funny” you chuckled lightly and he nodded as you continued to pack.

“I know you said not to come today, I just-“ he sighed sitting on the stool by the kitchen counter.

“It’s ok” you smiled.

“I know you like your me time” he finished.

“It’s fine” you said huffing playfully.

“Sorry I kicked you out” you said.

“I deserved it” he smirked.

“Dean” you sighed sadly.

“Hey, we’ve talked about this, I am A ok with you kicking me out ok?” He smiled and you sighed but nodded putting the bags in the bag bin.

“Actually I came to ask if you wanted to go to dinner tonight?” He asked and you looked to him.

“Dinner?” You asked and he nodded.

“Me, you Sam and Jess” he said.

“Yeah” you nodded, you hadn’t seen them in a couple of weeks.

“What time?” You asked fiddling with making things perfect.

“6 tonight” he answered shuffling behind you.

“Hey?” He said holding your hand to stop you from fiddling with the same piece of paper.

“Sorry” you muttered lowering your hands.

“I’m having a good a day” you said almost strained.

“Sweetheart you don’t have to lie” he offered.

“No I’m-“ you took a deep breath.

“I want to have a good day” you rephrased and he nodded.

“Let’s go to the lake” he suggested.

“And do what?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Walk, fish, I’ve got new fishing gear” he grinned like a kid who just got candy.

“Dean I can’t fish, I have never caught anything in my life” you huffed.

“Oh come on! I’ll teach you, you’ll definitely catch one” he winked.

“Ok fine” you sighed and he grinned again.

“Hell yeah” he said.

“Let me get shoes” you huffed as he went yo grab his keys. You grabbed your phone, keys and purse before locking up the house. Dean already had Champ in the backseat despite his clear rule of no dogs in baby.

“Thought you said no dogs?” You called as he strapped Champ in.

“Champs not a dog are you, you’re my second baby” Champ licked his face as Dean cooed him.

“Oh boy” you said getting in the passenger seat as Dean laughed.

“Whose dog is he?” You asked as Dean entered the drivers seat.

“Mine” Dean smiled making you laugh at his seriousness.

“Uh huh” you rolled your eyes as he started the car and left.

The lake was about a ten minute drive from where you were. Dean in fact had new fishing gear, fancy new fishing rods and a tackle box. He set up some camping chairs with his cooler in between them, while you let Champ roam around.

“Alright” Dean sighed happily with his set up as he gestured to the chair. You chuckled sitting down, Champ sitting by you. You pet his head, his tongue hanging out as he watched.

“Let’s see what bait we got” Dean rubbed his hands together setting up the line before handing one rod to you.

“One for you and one for me, let’s catch some fish!” He said enthused and you shook your head laughing. You tossed your line as did he and you sighed contently. It was nice being outside by the water, your two boys by your side. Dean had his sun glasses on, Bear in his hand, fishing rod in his other. Your line tugged though and you perked up gently reeling in.

“Don’t tug him yet” Dean said.

“I know” you said as the continued to jolt.

“Not yet” he dragged out making you huff.

“Now!” You tugged your fishing rod hard and you began the reel in fight. Dean was cheering you on and you finally bought in a fish.

“Oh my god” you laughed holding up the fish with a grin as Dean took a picture with a big smile.

“Look at that!” He laughed giving you a high five.

“What is it?” You asked.

“I don’t know” Dean laughed making you laugh even more. You shook your head smiling as you unhooked the fish and released him, it was only a baby fish.

Lunch went by and you sighed contently again, feeling happy and calm for the first time in a long time.

“Thank you” you said looking to Dean.

“For what?” He asked.

“This” you said shrugging.

“Course” he smiled softly.

“We better head back though, in time for dinner” you said.

“Yeah, almost forgot” he winced making you laugh as you helped pack up. You smiled on the way home, Champs head out of the window, Dean singing along to some classic rock he found in his grandads box.

At home you and Dean got ready, Dean wore a nice buttoned up flannel and his nicest pair of jeans and boots. You wore a simple black dress and some jewellery and small heels.

At dinner there was laughs and drinks, you were happy to be with family having dinner.

“So I have news” Jess suddenly said and Sam grinned holding her hand. You perked up as did Dean and stopped eating. Jess took a breath, smiling at Sam before speaking.

“I’m pregnant” she said and you froze in shock. You smiled scoffing in amazement.

“You’re pregnant” you repeated and she giggled nodding.

“Oh my god!” You stood and as did she hugging her. She squealed softly with you before you both sat down.

“How far along?!” You asked.

“Three weeks” she smiled.

“Wow” you whispered. You looked to Dean who had got up to hug Sam and sat down again. You began to talk about Jess’s pregnancy, you began to feel uncomfortable, you didn’t mean too. Kids always made you uncomfortable the thought of having a child scared you, it made you feel icky.

Dinner ended and the drive home was quiet.

“You ok?” Dean spoke up glancing over to you.

“Yeah” you said looking out the window, watching the paddocks go by.

“I sensed your discomfort at dinner when Jess was talking about the bubs” Dean commented and you winced.

“I um-“ you shifted uncomfortably in the seat. You stuttered with an answer before shutting up.

“You don’t have to talk about it” Dean said quickly and you nodded.

“Dean I-“ you sighed.

“Hey I’m not gonna press it’s ok honestly” he smiled at you.

“It’s not” you said flatly.

“Dean do you want kids?” You asked a lump in your throat.

“I’ve thought about it” Dean admitted.

“When i was- I took care of their kids sometimes, their mothers too rich and snobby to take care of them so they had to put up with a stinky alpha, they enjoyed playing with me” he chuckled lightly.

“We’d play doctors and patients, police and bad guy, I had fun” he laughed shaking his head.

“But having one of my own” he stared at the road in thought and you waited in worry.

“Dean I don’t want them” you blurted before he could speak.

“They scare me the thought of having something inside me makes me uncomfortable and sick, I don’t wanna push a life out of me and have to take care of it” you babbled before slouching in the seat.

“I don’t-“ you grabbed your phone quickly distracting yourself. Dean didn’t say anything and you felt the naw in your brain.

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amosdeleon · 2 months

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INTRODUCING...Amos De Leon.

STATS:

Nicknames: Aims, Ames, Moss, De Leon.

Character Age: 38

Neighborhood: Wrightsville Beach

Occupation: Pro Tennis Player

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: November 13th, 1985

Faceclaim: Boyd Holbrook

Hometown: Wilmington, NC.

Years of Residence: Entire Life

Pinterest Board / WANTED CONNECTIONS (coming soon)

Character Inspiration: Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars), Spike (BTVS), Jess Mariano (Gilmore Girls), James Cook (Skins), Tim Riggins (Friday Night Lights)

tldr;

-- AMOS DE LEON is 38 years old and is a wilmington native. he became a pro tennis player at 16 years old and since then put his career over anything else in his life. he was always a free spirit, often found himself either training or enjoying life to the fullest. he got married at 29 years old but divorced his husband two years later bc he always preferred his career over creating a family and whatnot. which leads us to present time amos. at his age, playing is nearly impossible and he is having to face the fact that without tennis, he doesn't really know who he is. his answer to this has been to have some sort of identity crisis where all he does is party, drink and act out. so he's pretty much a mess and work in progress and is currently trying to figure his entire life out again. personality-wise: very extroverted, incredibly loyal when he cares, will find an excuse to fight anyone, indecisive, mischievous, doesn't take a lot of things seriously.

READ BELOW for fun facts, biography, possible connections.

random facts

has very silly, small tattoos all over his body and he can't remember how he got half of them. he also has one of his nipples pierced because he was dared to do it and he's not a quitter.

sundays are for surfing, sleeping in and loud music

doesn't wear a lot of jewelry except for a permanent bracelet given by his dads when he was just a baby. throughout the years, he's had to change and add room to it.

during his tennis career he earned more conduct sanctions than actual competitive titles, because of this he was considered a very volatile and aggressive player.

is known for throwing a summer bash at his beach house every year as a fourth of july celebration that normally ends up with some sort of drama or strange situation

believes in real love, like the one he saw with his dads growing up but struggles to open up enough to make real, long-lasting connections

he's so competitive that one time he played a monopoly game for over 8 hours just to get the win

he spends a lot of time at the country club, training in the tennis courts or lounging by the pool. also loves the nightlife and as someone very impulsive, will take random road trips without much of a warning

although he is disciplined and logical, follows his heart most of the times when it comes to important decisions in his life

biography

Born into a beautiful loving family, Amos De Leon saw and understood what real love and family was from a very young age. He witnessed his dads’ love and learned to be a big brother to his younger sister, Armi. The four were inseparable and incredibly lucky to have each other. Daniel and Tony always provided structure and warmth in their home, but by far, what shaped Amos into the man that he would eventually turn into was the way they always told their children to follow their dreams.

From a very young age, Amos was what most people would consider a prodigy. The boy lived and breathed tennis the moment that his hand met a racket and they never separated. He was up and training before school hours, and then after school. He’d always been ambitious but when he became old enough to join tournaments, that was when his fathers knew that there was no going back.

Despite his passion, Amos struggled with the discipline of a sport that always expected the best from its athletes. He was a free spirit just like his younger sister, and while his brain always wanted to win, his heart was more into running around, loving life, playing around town with his best friend, Kian. Instead of choosing one way though, by the time that he became a teenager, Amos had mastered his schedule and time like a pro. He was going to make it to the pros, no matter what.

His first sponsor signed him during his senior year of high school and when graduation came and went, Amos never looked back. From then on, his life became all about tournaments, opens, competitions. He would train in Wilmington, call it home, but would travel incredibly often for tennis-related things. If you ask him, this physical distance from his family is what ultimately made him begin to lose himself a little bit, because this is when Amos began to put the game above anything else, including love.

He was 29 and at the height of his career when he met Asher, the heir to a famous sports brand and who would eventually become his ex-husband. They’d always had a toxic relationship where they couldn’t find balance between Asher never having to work a day in his life and Amos always wanting to work and get better to be able to keep winning. For Amos, it was a struggle to find the time and effort to be a husband. As much as he loved Asher, he always found himself feeling like it wasn’t enough.

Marriage felt a lot like something that he needed to check off a list and not what he’d seen as he grew up with his fathers. So, it was a surprise to no one when Asher filed for divorce two years after their wedding, as by then, everyone knew that Amos had been seeing other people and had left their shared home with the excuse of needing to do what was best for his career and marriage, clearly, wasn’t it.

Amos never let himself miss his ex-husband, instead, he found himself at one of the best moments of his career. He won the U.S Open twice, then the Australian Open and eventually, and finally, Wimbledon. His life went back to what he’d always been: parties, hookups, drinks, women, men, fancy events, vacations, but he always found the time to fly back home. There was nothing like a hug from his dads, a beer with Kian and Armi, his own bed and he would not change that, not even for a longer career.

What Amos never took into consideration when he was younger was that sports careers are shorter than average, even if he was a top earner and competitor, at thirty-eight years old, Amos can’t keep up. In fact, most tennis players retire in their early thirties and he’s managed to add years into a career that has very quickly gone downhill. It was like right after winning Wimbledon, he could barely win anymore. Sponsors have slowly started to pull out of their contracts in the past five years and most recently, his coach announced that this will be his last season coaching him and as much as he likes to act like it’s not affecting him, it is.

What once had felt like his perfectly crafted life, Amos has begun to realize that is nothing but empty titles, trophies and a fame that will surely disappear when he stops playing and although he wants to fight it, he knows that in a year’s time, his life will not be the same. He can count the people that he cares for with one of his hands and can’t even put a name to most people that he has hooked up with, the realization hit him that he doesn’t want to be alone.

So, instead of trying to fix things, Amos has fallen into silent suffering and masking it with his usual repertoire of throwing parties, drinking and hooking up. When he’s not doing these things, he is lounging around the country club or his house, feeling incredibly sad but acting like he’s living his perfect almost retired life as he wraps up what will be his last season on the courts.

possible connections

friends, childhood friends, fwb, hook ups, one night stands, enemies, rivals, drinking buddies, partners in crime, love interests, anything you can think of that your character can fit into his life!

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knightprincess · 1 year

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Forgive Me (Echo x Fem Medic Reader) Part 9

Words: 1.3K Warnings: None although a bit of friendly fluff if you squint

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" questioned Fives, upon (Y/N) stepping aboard the Resolute. Although he'd be the first to admit he'd missed not seeing her wandering the durasteel halls of the Jedi Cruiser, he still worried for her wellbeing. Despite her best efforts, many who knew Snap could see the smile she put on, was only for show. The sparkle didn't reach her eyes. Just as it was clear her laughter was just an act to reassure those around her.

"I'm going crazy being confined to the Military Base. Plus I can't stand being around Octavius any longer" admitted (Y/N), admitting she was finding it difficult to stay at the Military Base. Although she loved getting the chance to catch up with the boys and spend a little more time with her family. Octavius had dampened the joy of it, always hanging around the corner, always trying to convince her to give him another chance now he and Isolde were ending their short-lived and tumultuous marriage. Just as he never seemed to understand, she wasn't interested, instead, her focus had been on the troopers who truly needed her attention, and fixing what she could of her shattered heart. Living with the what-ifs left in the wake of Echo's death months beforehand.

"It's good having you back Snap. Maybe you can help wrangle the boys" commented Kix, as he walked by with a trolley of medical supplies, offering a playful sault as he did so. His relief was just as obvious, no stand-in for (Y/N), no incompetent civvi medic who collapsed under the pressures or rubbed his brothers and General Skywalker the wrong way. Instead, they had their beloved Snap back. Their civvi medic each would do anything for, the one they had adopted as part of their family.

"How have you been with everything?" asked (Y/N), turning her attention back to Fives, the moment Kix had disappeared around the corner. She knew out of all the troopers of the 501st, Fives and Rex had been affected by Echo's death the most. Both had refused to talk about what they witnessed that day. Although both had reluctantly accepted what happened. Rex had focused on keeping as many of his brothers of the 501st alive, ensuring all knew there was always someone for them to talk to, all knew their lives meant something to him. Whereas Fives had turned his attention to helping the shinnies recruited, giving them advice and acting as a big brother.

"The war is a good distraction. The more I focus on that and the shinnies, the less I have the face the pain and brokenness" admitted Fives, knowing if anyone understood his constant pain, it would be the medic to his side. Both had lost Echo and had been broken by his sudden death. Both of them hid their true feelings and tried their best to act normal, at least until they were alone. Their pillows were the thing to catch their tears and hold the secret of just how broken they were.

It wasn't long before both felt the rubble of the engines starting up, at which both parted ways. Fives returned to the barracks if only to inform his brothers, their favorite civvi medic was once again onboard and ready to kick them into touch if needed. (Y/N) on the other hand headed to the bridge, in order to inform General Skywalker and Rex of her return. Although she strongly suspected Anakin had already sensed her presence aboard his flagship and informed those around him she had finally rejoined them. Upon completing her task and staying long enough to see the bright colors of hyperspace taker over, Snap took her leave and went to the medbay. Ready to help Kix stock up and prepare the medical kits for field duty, even when she was certain she would remain aboard the cruiser for a few more rotations before being allowed back on the field completely.

"Welcome back Snap" spoke Jesse, slinging an arm over her shoulders, as if she was one of the boys. He had plenty of stories to tell and was just as excited to hear of her adventures while being confined to the military base. Just as he wondered if Octavius was aware he was a subject of conversation among the troopers to visit 79's. His skills as a code breaker were one thing, but his seemingly ending advances and excuses to be near Snap were another. "I hear your soon-to-be ex-brother-in-law being sent out on the field, supposed to be General Billaba's battalion" casually added the friendly trooper, seemingly pleased by the idea of the judgemental cryptographer being on the front lines.

"I heard he had been assigned to General Jaro Tapal and his young padawan" responded (Y/N), finding herself with curiosity. Were the whispers of Octavius being assigned to one of the Jedi Generals true and people just got confused about who he'd be assigned to, or were they just rumors started by someone who had mistakenly misheard something? "Either way I'm sure he'll find something else to focus his attention on now" voiced Snap, relief ringing through her soft voice. Even more so when she knew she'd be away from Coruscant for a few months. Despite knowing only horrific battlefields waited for her, it was still far more welcome than having to deal with the man she'd once been so devoted to. Tending to the wounded troopers who needed her, was still preferred over dealing with her soon-to-be ex-brother-in-law. Although she had a feeling Octavius and Isolde would patch things up soon or later. Isolde wasn't the type to let something she wanted go easily, and she wasn't known to move on without a good fight to retain something.

"Good, us boys were being to lose our patients" laughed Jesse, revealing he was unaware of Wolffe and Gregor's recent actions, or Cody ignoring what happened in favor of protecting his fellow brothers. Snap soon chuckled, being sure the incident would soon be common knowledge among clone intelligence. After all, both the battle-worn Commander and the flirtatious commando captain had spent a few hours in the cells following the confrontation, although both had been released into the custody of General Plo Koon. Gregor had been sent to General Kenobi following his release, whereas Wolffe had returned to his normal duties while not serving on the frontlines of the seemingly endless war.

"My favorite gruffly commander and lovable commando already beat you, boys, to it" laughed Snap, chuckling upon seeing the intrigue paint itself upon Jesse's features. Even Ahsoka let out a little laugh, clearly she too had been aware of or at least heard the rumors of the confrontation. General Plo likely mentioned it at some point. "They confronted him in the halls of the base before your return to Coruscant. I have no idea what they did, but both spent a few hours in the cells" explained (Y/N), breaking the news to Jesse, who seemed pleased someone had done something, although it was clear he too questioned what the pair had done.

"Welcome back Snap, hopefully, the boys will settle now you're back with us" kindly spoke Ahsoka, hugging (Y/N) as if she was a sister, rather than a trusted friend and medic. The Jedi Padawan had visited (Y/N) many times during her time confined to the military base, always checking up on her, if only to offer her someone to talk to in her time of need. The friendship they shared slowly turned into something resembling sisterhood. Ahsoka had told her stories of growing up in the temple, and (Y/N) had told the Commander about her childhood and family, even introducing her to Devika. Snap had been there when the Jedi Padawan needed someone outside the Jedi to talk to, just as Ahsoka had been there for (Y/N) when she was in need of someone.

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#forgive me (echo x medic reader)#echo x medic reader #fem! medic reader #medic reader #part 9 #arc trooper fives #ARC trooper Jesse #Ahsoka Tano #reader interactive #star wars the clone wars #Star Wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #star wars reader insert #star wars

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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Hypnos

Aaron is tired, if only Emily could convince him to rest

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Just some fluff to get through the mid-week slump ❤️

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Words: 1.3k

Warnings: very mild references to injury, but nothing in detail at all

Read over on Ao3 in my collection of mini-fics and one-shots, or below the cut.

“I think this is a bad idea,” Emily says, standing in front of the couch where her husband was sitting, her arms crossed over her chest, “we should just cancel.”

“Em,” Aaron sighs as he looks up at her, “we agreed to this weeks ago.”

“That was before you collapsed in the middle of a briefing and had to have major abdominal surgery.”

It was one of the scariest phone calls she’d ever had in her life. She’d heard something was wrong in Dave’s voice the moment he called her, and she’d never been more grateful that her office was just across town.

It was the comprise that had kept her in DC. Clyde’s offer to move to London, to start again, had been tempting if not for the fact she didn’t want to leave Aaron behind. She loved him, and the morning of the explosion in the bank they were supposed to be looking at houses, planning a future for the two of them and Jack that was more solid than anything any of them had experienced before. Despite her turning him down Clyde had still insisted, and when he realised she wasn’t going to change her mind he changed tactic, which is what had led to her taking over Interpol’s DC office.

It was the change she’d needed, that feeling picking at the back of her brain that something was going to go wrong gone as quickly as she handed her notice in at the BAU. It suited them. They were no longer using technicalities to get around rules, there was no willful ignorance from their superiors. They worked separately, and she was at home for Jack when Aaron was away on a case.

She’d never regretted leaving the BAU, it had been the right thing for her, for her relationships with the people she loved like a family, but the in the moment that Dave called she had. Wishing she could have been by his side, that she could see him for herself.

He was a terrible patient, somehow even worse than her, and in the four weeks since his surgery, he’d been frustrated. She knew the pain was familiar to him, a ghost of the man who had put him in the hospital in the first place, and it reminded him of things he would never be able to forget.

“I need to get out of the house, Em. You know what it’s like.”

“I know I do,” she replies, sitting next to him on the couch, placing her hand on his knee, “that’s exactly why I am in the very unique position to tell you how much of a bad idea this is. You get so tired still.”

“It’s just pasta night with the team,” he says, half smiling at her, “it’s not like I’m running a marathon.”

“Exactly, it’s just pasta night, it’s not like it’s rare. All you have to do is mention bolognese around Dave and he’s already making it,” she offers him a smile, “one time I just thought about it and he started planning a pasta night. It’s like he’s got a sixth sense.”

Aaron laughs and immediately winces, the movement pulling at his still sore abdomen, and it makes her smile fade, her concern increasing again, her eyebrows furrowing. He looks at her and places his hand over hers on his knee.

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” he assures her, “it would just be nice to see everyone. Jack is already with Jess, we should go out.”

She closes her eyes and blows out a breath, before leaning forward to briefly press her forehead into his shoulder.

“Fine,” she concedes, pulling back to look at him, “but I’m driving,” he opens his mouth to argue, and she presses her finger to his lips to stop him, “you’re not allowed to drive for at least another two weeks, Aaron. You won’t have me breaking the rules about that.”

“Yes ma’am,” He says, his words mumbled as he smiles at her. He kisses her finger from where it is pressed to his lips, and it makes her roll her eyes at him.

“Ridiculous man.”

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He makes it through dinner just fine.

Emily watches as he barely covers a wince when Penelope hugs him a little too enthusiastically when they arrive. She also sees the way he regularly shifts in his seat at the dinner table out of the corner of her eye, never quite able to get comfortable.

She’s in the kitchen with JJ and Penelope, laughing over a story they had told countless times before when they are interrupted.

“Emily.”

She turns to see Spencer standing behind them, his hands in his pockets as he smiles slightly awkwardly at them.

“Have you come to join the fun, genius boy?” Penelope asks, waving a bottle of wine at him, having clearly drunk both her and Emily’s share.

“No, um,” he looks back at Emily, pursing his lips together, “Hotch keeps falling asleep on the couch, and Derek and Dave are joking about drawing something on his face,” he swallows thickly, “and I don’t want Hotch to think I had anything to do with it if he wakes up with something…phallic on his cheek. Again.”

Emily hears both JJ and Penelope snicker, and she has to stop herself from doing the same.

“Yes,” she says, draining the rest of her drink before putting the empty glass down, “they used permanent marker at his bachelor party,” she turns to JJ and Penelope with a raised eyebrow, “we only just got it off before the wedding. I would have loved to explain it to my mother though,” the pair laugh again, and she turns to Spencer again, “Thanks, Spence. It's probably time I took him home.”

Any laughter that she walks in on, fades as soon as she raises an eyebrow at Derek and Dave, both men hastily making an exit as she walks over to the couch where Aaron had fallen asleep. His head was propped up on his hand, his face slack, relaxed in a way he only found in sleep.

She sits next to him and smiles, gently running her knuckles down his cheek. It makes him twitch, his eyes opening to look at her blearily.

He’d always been a light sleeper, her Aaron.

“Em?”

“Hi,” she says quietly, “we should get going.”

“I’m fine,” he protests, blinking wildly in an attempt to wake himself up.

“Baby,” she admonishes softly, stroking at his cheek again, “you can barely keep your eyes open, lets just go home, ok?”

He nods, conceding to her request. “Ok, sweetheart, we’ll go home.”

___

When she exits the en-suite, dressed and ready for bed, he’s already half asleep, laying on his back. She smiles as she joins him, automatically curling around his side. She’s careful as she lays her arm over his chest, ensuring she doesn’t touch any of his new scars from the most recent surgery.

When they got together they both had scars. Physical marks of their past, as if sewn into a patchwork of their lives, the darkest parts of their histories the most obvious to see. She hadn’t been nervous about him seeing them, because she knew he had them too.

These scars would be no different. They would be a new part of him they would discover together.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as she settles into his side, her leg over his hips, her head against his shoulder.

“What for honey?” She asks, turning her head to kiss his neck.

“For not listening to you,” he says, his words almost slurring together, “should have just stayed here, cuddled you.”

She smiles against his skin, kissing his neck again before resettling her head on his shoulder.

“It’s ok, that’s what we’re doing right now,” she closes her eyes and breathes him in, “you get some sleep.”

He hums, his arm wrapping around her as he pulls her a little closer, “Thank you for not saying I told you so.”

“Oh I never would,” she says, smiling to herself as she purposely pauses, “until you’re completely better. I’m saving them all up for then.”

-x-

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Lost In The Act: Pt. 6

Summary: With an upcoming family gathering weighing heavy on her shoulders, Jess turns to Rick Grimes, her friend and colleague, for support. She knows the long weekend will be filled with pressure and expectations, piled on by her well-meaning parents who cannot understand why their sweet girl is still single. When Rick offers to accompany her as her date, she eagerly accepts, but, with long-suppressed feelings simmering beneath the surface and her past lurking around every corner, will she be able to keep up the act?

Pairings: Rick Grimes x OFC

Warnings: Mentions of emotional abuse

Word Count: 5,852

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*****

Rick woke early the following morning, despite the fact that it had taken him far too many long hours to fall asleep the night before. The sky was only just beginning to lighten with the promise of dawn, casting an ethereal glow over Jess’s face, and he lingered for a moment just to watch her, all of the previous day’s tension chased away by whatever dreams were playing out inside her head. He liked her like that, he decided, completely relaxed, with no stresses or strains wearing little creases into her brow. But then, he thought, he liked her in pretty much every way he’d seen her for as long as he’d known her, so it really wasn’t all that surprising. In fact, Rick had come to the conclusion, sometime between finding her cornered by Negan outside the bathroom and being overcome by a violent swell of rage and feeling her falling apart beneath him as she huffed soft gasps of pleasure against the crook of his neck, that maybe he more than liked her actually, and he was sure that that was going to be a problem when they got back home and this little act they had going on had to come to an end.

Because it would come to an end. He was certain of it. Despite how much it hurt to think it, he wasn’t naive enough to believe that what had happened between them had changed anything. He was sure that Jess’s desperation for him had been borne solely of an urge to drive away all thoughts and memories of her ex, to forget her fear and panic at seeing him again, and he’d been more than happy to be that for her if it was what she needed, even if it ended up breaking his heart in the long run. He was quickly coming to realise that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for this girl, and he was honestly surprised that she didn’t seem to have noticed how utterly gone he was on her, sure that he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding it. Unless, of course, she did know and just didn’t want to face the embarrassing task of rejecting him, but that was really something that didn’t bear thinking about, so Rick vowed not to, for now at least. Once again, he forced his feelings to the back of his mind, a problem to be dealt with another day, once the more immediate issues had been resolved. It was something he was becoming scarily good at.

Fighting the urge to let his eyes drift closed once more and spend a little longer in the safe haven that existed in the space between the two of them in that queen-sized bed, Rick carefully extracted himself from the tangle of Jess’s limbs and dressed quickly and quietly, sneaking out of the door and down the stairs before she could stir. The rest of the family, it seemed, as he picked his way around the occupied airbed in the centre of the living room, were still sleeping off the excesses of John’s birthday celebration, and he was glad of that when he found Jayne alone in the kitchen, seemingly prepping enough breakfast for a small army. He’d had some vague notion of wanting to speak with her and clear the air before Jess took it upon herself to bear that burden, but now, as she cast a dark glance at him where he hovered in the doorway, he found that he really didn’t know what to say. He knew that they considered Negan one of them, that they loved him like a son, and he’d punched the guy in the middle of their home. Without revealing the truth about the other man’s history with their daughter, there was little Rick could say to defend himself, and that definitely wasn’t his place. Still, he squared his shoulders and slid into a seat at the table, relieved when Jess’s mom took pity on him with a sigh.

“You look like you could use some coffee.” At Rick’s nod, she fixed him a cup, handing it off in silence and watching as he added a heaped spoonful of sugar and gave the steaming liquid a stir. “Is my daughter okay?”

“She’s sleepin’.”

Jayne nodded, sliding into the chair opposite him and fixing him with a sharp-eyed look. “I won’t have violence in my house, Rick.”

“I understand that, Jayne, trust me. I’m sorry for what happened last night. I don’t know what came over me.”

Again, she nodded, and he could feel her gaze burning into him as if she could read his secrets through his flesh. He fidgeted uncomfortably, taking a sip of his drink and hissing when it scalded the roof of his mouth. “Y’know, I saw a side of Negan last night that I hadn’t seen before. Admittedly, it was after you’d laid him out in the middle of my hallway, so a part of me wants to give him the benefit of the doubt, but something tells me I might be wrong to do that. What do you think?”

“I think you’d probably be better off askin’ Jess about that. She’s known him a hell of a lot longer than I have.”

“But you’re a cop,” Jayne countered, drumming her nails against the table. “You must be able to read people. It’s part of the job, right?”

“That’s right.”

“So, tell me - Negan. What do you think?”

Rick hesitated for a moment, considering his words before he spoke and keeping his tone measured so as not to reveal the anger that was simmering through his veins again at just the mention of the man’s name. “I think that, with some people, they almost try too hard to be liked, to come across as charmin’ and personable. And I think people like that tend to be hidin' somethin’. Damn near impossible to see it unless you look real hard, but, once you do, it’s hard to see anythin’ else.”

Jayne hummed under her breath, processing what he’d said, and he knew she’d taken it in when her lips curved in a small smile and she reached across the tabletop to take his hand. “I wanted to apologise for what I said yesterday at lunch. It was out of line, as my husband has taken great pleasure in pointing out to me.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. I like you, Rick. You’re good for Jessie, anyone can see that. But I’m never going to be okay with my only daughter living a four-hour drive away, and, if you stick around, it’s likely you’ll sometimes be the target of my frustrations. After all, you’re obviously the reason she’s stayed there so long.” She huffed in resignation, and Rick thought she looked somehow older as she gave his fingers a last squeeze before releasing her hold on him. “As a parent, you always want your child to be happy; that’s the only thing you want. You just never picture not being a part of that happiness.”

And he could relate to that to such a degree that it made his heart ache, because wasn’t that something he was wrestling with himself after all? Since his split with Lori, he’d struggled more than he’d ever thought possible with being on the outside of Carl’s life, and he was still just a kid, let alone the fact that he only lived a twenty minute drive away. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it would be for the limited contact they had now to dwindle right down to maybe a monthly phone call and visits a couple of times a year. He knew Jess had her reasons, and most of them centred around the secret she was keeping about the nature of her relationship with Negan, and he could only hope that he might have somehow paved the way to allow her to tell her parents’ the truth and relieve a little of the strain that it had put them all under.

Before he’d even realised he was moving, Rick had eased himself to his feet, rounding the table and tugging Jayne up so he could pull her into a tight hug. “For what it’s worth, she misses you. I know she does.”

Jayne’s voice was thick when she spoke again, seemingly slightly overcome by his unexpected display of emotion. “You love her, don’t you?”

He didn’t even need to think about his answer. It wasn’t part of the act. It was the truth he was now living with, and, when he stepped back, keeping his hands planted on her shoulders as she stared up at him, he knew it was written all over his face. “Yes, ma’am, I really do.”

*****

Jess woke gradually to the sound of voices drifting up from downstairs and the scent of bacon hanging heavy in the air. Her hand crept out of its own accord, reaching for the comfort of a warm body that she was sure should be stretched out beside her, but found only empty space, cool sheets revealing that she’d been sleeping alone for longer than she could stand. Her eyes flickered open, and she sat up in bed, taking a second to centre herself as memories from the night before assaulted her all at once. Rick. She’d begged him to kiss her. She’d let him lay her down on top of the covers and do all kinds of dirty and delicious things to her, and the evidence was spread around her in the form of their discarded clothes thrown haphazardly around the room. And it had been perfect and wonderful and better than she could possibly have imagined, she was sure, right up until that moment. Because, in the harsh light of day, Rick was gone, and she was left, dishevelled and miserable, with an undeniable ache that was both physical and emotional and made her want to crawl back under the covers and hide from the world for as long as it took for her shame to recede.

The clatter of plates, though, and the rising volume of hungry children filing in from outside, told her that that was not a possibility she could entertain, so, instead, she dragged herself into the ensuite, ignoring the towel on the floor that was crusted with the blood from Rick’s knuckles because he’d punched Negan for her - he’d punched Negan for her - and climbed into the shower, letting the stinging spray wash away the lingering stresses of the day before. Her father’s party had, in some ways, been even worse than what she’d been dreading, but there were positives to focus on too, she told herself. It was likely that Negan would keep his distance from her family from now on, having shown a small sliver of his true colours as he’d snarled his last retort on his way out of the house, and that meant that she would never have to see him again. That was, at least, a small win, and she focused on that as she towelled herself dry and got dressed. Finally knowing what it felt like to lose herself in her best friend and hear him groan her name was, possibly, another, but she wasn’t quite sure about that one just yet.

The kitchen was heaving when Jess finally made it downstairs, the table groaning under the weight of her mother’s legendary cooked breakfast. Everyone was serving themselves, crowding around with dishes laden with eggs, bacon, sausages and everything else that went with it, but, meeting Rick’s gaze across the other side of the room, she decided that she wasn’t hungry, settling for fixing herself a cup of coffee and making do with that as the conversation around her hummed on. Hoisting herself up onto the counter, she kicked her heels against the cupboard beneath, sipping her drink and trying to ignore the butterflies that sprang to life in her stomach as the object of her affections approached.

“Mornin’.” Rick propped himself against the counter at her side, so close that she could feel his warmth pressing against her thigh. “How’re you feelin’?”

“I’m okay. Good, I mean. I’m… good.” She really shouldn’t be so flustered over what was a very simple question, and Jess knew she was blushing, ducking her head to hide behind her curtain of hair. “You? How’s the hand?”

“Yeah, I- I’m good. It’s good. It’s… It’s all good.” He bit into a piece of toast, brushing off the crumbs that scattered down the front of his shirt. “I, er… I spoke to your mom this mornin’.”

“She mad about last night?”

“I think she picked up on the fact that Negan’s got a nasty streak.” Rick nudged her knee with an elbow, not continuing until she looked up and met his pointed gaze. “Might be the right time to fill her in. I think she’s ready to hear it.”

The butterflies in Jess’s stomach caught fire, setting her insides aflame with hot, sickening panic. And perhaps it was written over her face, too, because Rick wrapped his arm around her, twisting so he could speak soothingly into her ear, his soft curls tickling her nose. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll be right here. I’m not goin’ anywhere, I promise.”

“What if they don’t believe me? What if they think I’m just making it all up? What if-”

“Jess.” He pulled back to look at her, piercing blue eyes so intense that they took her breath away, and she was so screwed because that was all it took to have her feeling calmer, to soothe her fear: one look. If last night had ruined this friendship, Jess swore, it would be the biggest mistake she’d ever made. But she couldn’t focus on that here, now; that was a worry for when they made it back home. “They’re your parents. They love you. Right now, you’re all hurtin’ ‘cause you’re feelin’ every mile of that distance you’ve put between you. It’s time to fix it. Let me help you make it right.”

She nodded, sucking in a deep breath and leaning forward to press her forehead against his. “Okay. When everyone’s gone, we’ll talk to them. I’ll do it. I’ll do it today.”

“We’ll do it together.” And when he tipped his chin to brush a soft kiss against her lips, so light she could barely feel it, she was sure that, with Rick by her side, she could do just about anything.

*****

Lunch on Sunday was, thankfully, a tamer affair. Conversation was muted as the family sat down to eat, with Rick finding himself the focus of more questioning stares than he was really comfortable with, but he did his best to ignore it, focusing on showing his appreciation of Jayne’s cooking once again and keeping a steadying hand on Jess’s knee. He could feel her discomfort radiating from her in suffocating waves, and she’d dragged her chair so close to his that she was pressed up against his side, their bodies flush as they ate. He knew that her aunts, uncles and cousins would be taking off after the meal, starting their long journeys home to be ready for school to start for the little ones again on Monday morning, and that meant it would be time for her and her parents to sit down and talk. Perhaps he should have been feeling a little guilty that he was pressuring her into coming clean, putting her in this position in the first place, but, the truth was, he knew that she could do it, knew that John and Jayne were more than ready to hear it, and he truly believed it would be for the best for all of them if there were no more secrets hidden away. Plus, right now, with the lie they’d concocted together, he was allowed to be there for her, to support her through it, and that might not be true if she were to open up at any other time. So, he told himself, it really was now or never, and it had to be done.

He was still telling himself that as the last car pulled out of the drive a couple of hours later, the rumble of the engine and the raucous goodbyes fading out as it disappeared from view and left an expectant silence in its place. The family had lingered just long enough to help with washing up and clearing the table, and then there’d been a mass exodus, and Rick had lost count of how many cheeks he’d kissed and hands he’d shaken, but it seemed, with parting, that any tensions and misgivings had been immediately forgotten until the next time they all came together. It was something of a relief, as he was sure that most of them had still been judging him for his act of violence, but he supposed it didn’t really matter. Once the weekend was over and he and Jess let their act drop, he doubted he’d ever see any of them again. He refused to admit to himself just how disappointed he felt about that.

Stepping back into the house with Jess at his side, he guided her into the living room where they both dropped onto the couch, and he pulled her into his side, looping an arm around her waist to keep her close. She was gazing up at him, hazel eyes deep pools of anxiety, and he gave her a nod, brushing his lips against her temple as Jayne and John each settled into an armchair, their gazes fixed on the couple as though they were about to conduct an interrogation. Rick couldn’t help but think that he suddenly understood what his suspects felt like when he questioned them. Every look was loaded, and he felt the anticipation humming in his veins.

“Mom, Dad…” Jess began, tailing off when her voice shook and clearing her throat before starting again. Rick gave her a tight squeeze before releasing her and allowing her to sit forward, knitting her fingers together agitatedly as she stared down at the carpeted floor. “Mom, Dad, I want to… apologise for what happened yesterday. I know it must seem like I blew up out of nowhere, and I know you must be thinking badly of Rick for what he did to Negan. And I get it, y’know? I would be too, if I was you. But…”

When she lapsed into silence once again, John shifted in his seat so he could reach over and take her hand, giving her a gentle smile when she glanced up at the contact. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Go on.”

“It’s just… There’s more to it than you know,” she confessed, and Rick felt a swell of pride in his chest for this girl, so afraid and yet pushing forward regardless, fiercely determined now that she’d started to say her piece. “There are things I didn’t tell you about Negan and about… why we broke up.”

Jayne was nodding, her gaze drifting to Rick who resolved to stay quiet and let this play out. “So, tell us now, Jessie. We’re listening.”

Jess sucked in a deep breath, her chest heaving with the act, letting it out in a long, slow exhale that Rick was sure he could taste in the air. “Negan was… He wasn’t what you thought he was. He wasn’t a good guy.”

“He… He didn’t treat you well?”

“No.” She shook her head. “He wasn’t… I mean, he never hit me or anything, but… He was cruel. He had a mean streak a mile wide and, when we were alone, he’d… He’d make me feel small. He had me convinced that I was useless and that without him I’d be nothing. The way he used to speak to me…”

“Oh, Jessie.” John tightened his grip on his daughter’s hand, and Rick couldn’t resist the need to stroke over her back, soothing circles to keep her calm.

“It took a lot for me to find the strength to leave him. You have no idea how much. And then… I was so afraid of seeing him again, of having to face him, that I just knew I had to get out. It’s why I left.” She turned to Rick with a soft smile, shrugging a shoulder at him as he shot her a wink of reassurance. “But it turned out to be the best thing I ever did.”

Rick held her gaze, intense and unwavering, and he was sure that it couldn’t be a part of the act, that raw emotion that was written over her face. It was love and respect and trust and want, and he didn’t think anybody was that good at putting on a show. He leaned towards her instinctively, drawn in by the need in her eyes, but then she was turning away again, back to her parents, and he covered up the move by adjusting a cushion behind his back, his mind in freefall.

“Rick is… He’s the best friend I think I’ve ever had. He’s been there for me through… everything. And I love my job. And I love my little house. I’m actually happy in King County, and I like my life there. So, coming back here and seeing Negan playing up to you all with his charm and… It just… It felt like a punch in the gut, y’know? And I don’t blame you guys for that at all. You didn’t know. But you do now. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

Moving as one, John and Jayne pushed themselves to their feet, crowding in on their daughter and wrapping her up in their arms, sandwiching her in the warmth of their embrace. Rick could hear quiet cries coming from the huddle, but whether that was Jess or her mother he didn’t know, could only watch on and enjoy the glow of warmth it gave him to see her truth so readily accepted, just as he’d hoped it would be. John’s voice was a low rumble, hushing his girls as he held them, rocking them gently from side to side, and, suddenly feeling as if he were intruding on a private moment, Rick slipped from the room and made his way back out to the yard, leaving the family to make their peace with two long years of misunderstanding.

The afternoon sun was warm, but thankfully not as stifling as it had been the previous day, and Rick made his way over to the beech tree standing in the far corner, running his palm over the coarse rope of the swing and setting in swaying with a gentle push. A childish part of him was tempted to climb on and have a go, but his heart was too heavy, too smothered with confusion for him to give in to the urge, and instead he leaned back against the solid trunk beside it, tipping his head to stare up into the canopy overhead. A lone bird perched amongst the leaves, its warbling song cutting over the far-off buzz of a lawnmower, and Rick let his eyes drift closed as he let the sound wash over him, bringing with it a sense of peace and a quiet determination to pull himself together. He didn’t know what came next for him and Jess, but he knew that he couldn’t afford to lose her friendship, thought he might lose himself completely if he did. So, the best he could do, he decided, was take her lead and hope, just hope, that she would steer them through this complicated tangle of emotions. Because he was drowning in it.

*****

Jess felt light. There was really no other way that she could describe it. Without the weight of the secret of Negan’s abuse weighing her down, she felt as if she was filled with fresh, clean air, floating untethered an inch off the ground, and it was with a contented sigh that she finally settled herself back on the couch, tucking her legs up and scrubbing away the last traces of her tears. Her mother took Rick’s vacant place at her side, unwilling to let her go just yet, stroking over the back of her hand as she clutched her fingers tightly. She’d vaguely registered her friend slipping out as she’d cried on her mom’s shoulder whilst her father held them both close, and she knew that was another hard conversation that still faced her - the fallout from the night before - but, for now, she was just relieved to finally have gotten the past off of her chest. She decided that she deserved at least a few minutes to revel in it. Or not…

“Jessie, I’m so glad you told us, sweetheart.” Jayne was watching her with hope in her eyes, and Jess could almost guess her next words before they left her mother’s mouth, tension immediately flooding in to fill the light, airy space in her chest. “It means it’s all over now. That man won’t be stepping foot in this house again, I can assure you of that.”

“Thanks, Mom. It means a lot.”

“So… that means you don’t have to live so far away anymore, surely. I mean, this means you can come home, right?” Jess let her head fall back against the cushions, squeezing her eyes shut to try to retain some of the last vestiges of peace that were ebbing away at an alarming rate. “John, don’t you think-”

“I think Jessie made it perfectly clear that she’s quite attached to King County, love. I’m not sure you’re gonna be able to drag her away so easily.”

“But… Negan’s the reason you left.”

“Yeah,” Jess agreed. “Yeah, he is.”

“So, why…” Noticing the sidelong glance that her daughter cast towards the front door, Jayne huffed a sigh, laced with so much disappointment that Jess could feel it hanging over her in a dark cloud. “Rick.”

“I- I think he might be worth sticking around for.”

“You think?”

Jess shrugged. “I mean, I don’t know. It’s… complicated. I don’t really know where he is… what he’s feeling or whatever. But I know I need him in my life. I don’t think I could just… pack up and leave him, y’know?” It was as much as she could say without giving the game away, and a part of her wanted to, was tempted to come clean and admit to her lies so she could pour her heart out because she was pretty sure she was in love with a man who wanted nothing more from her than friendship. Why else would he have left before she woke that morning? She’d quite literally opened herself up to him, given him everything she had, and he’d slunk from the room at dawn, and if that wasn’t a brush-off then she really didn’t know what was. But her confession was halted in its tracks by her mother’s wry chuckle, and she shot her a questioning look. “What?”

“That boy loves you, Jessie. He’s head over heels.”

“Right, yeah, you told me. A mother knows these things.”

“Well, yes.” Jayne grinned, nudging at her daughter’s ribs with a pointy elbow as she exchanged a sly look with her husband. “That and he told me so.”

“What?” Jess frowned. “When?”

“This morning.”

She felt a flush of warmth creep into her cheeks as she sat for a moment and processed her mother’s words. It could be a part of the act, she knew. It could just be Rick’s way of convincing her family that what they had was real, a meaningless phrase uttered without thought. But, still, hope was sparking to life in her chest, just a flicker of possibility that maybe, just maybe, Rick had meant it; that maybe he was feeling the same sort of way about her as she was most definitely feeling about him. “I don’t know…”

“You should go talk to him,” her mother encouraged her, shoving her gently to try and coax her to her feet.

John shook his head as he scoffed in disbelief. “Honestly, Jaynie. One minute you’re trying to drag her home, now you’re practically forcing her to stay away. What are you playing at?”

“You can’t blame a mother for trying,” Jayne retorted, before turning back to her daughter and giving her another pointed nudge. “More than anything, Jessie, I want you to be happy, and the look on your face just now… I can tell that Rick makes you happy. So, go. Put him out of his misery and tell him how you feel. Just promise me you’ll come and visit more often from now on, okay?”

“I promise.”

*****

Jess’s heart skipped a beat as she crossed the lawn towards Rick where he stood, his long body propped against the beech tree in the corner of the yard, the gaps in the leaves dappling his skin with golden sunlight. His thumbs were tucked into his belt, arms hanging loose at his sides in his plaid shirt, and she thought he might actually be the most handsome man she’d ever seen, though she tried to pull herself together as he looked up and registered her approach, greeting her with a small nod and an easy smile. “You feel better for that?”

“I do,” she admitted, mirroring his stance and glancing into the branches above when a whistle of birdsong caught her attention. “Thank you for making me talk to them. I’m not sure I could’ve done it without you there.”

“Anytime.” He shrugged. “Least I can do, really, after everythin’ you’ve done for me. I owed you, Jess.”

“I think I might owe you even more now after this weekend.” Rick laughed at that, and Jess couldn’t help but grin at the sound, forcing herself to tear her gaze away from the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as those butterflies sprang to life in her stomach once more. “Y’know, my mom thought that, now it’s all out in the open, I might think about moving back home.”

When Rick’s smile faltered, he recovered it so quickly that Jess would have missed it had she not been studying him so intently from beneath her lashes, trying to gauge his reaction to her words. He shifted where he stood, the back of his shirt catching on the bark he leaned against, then straightened up, pacing away from her towards the sidewalk and staring out over the street. “What did you tell her?”

“I told her that I thought I might have one or two reasons to stay.”

“Is that right?” Rick didn’t turn when she made her way to his side, though his arm came to settle around her waist, just as it had done instinctively all weekend, and she wondered if he was even aware that he was doing it anymore.

“Rick, last night…” Now he looked at her, and his gaze was so intense, so searching, that she almost couldn’t breathe. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep pushing on, despite how much it scared her. She’d told her parents the truth, come clean about her relationship with Negan. If she could do that, she could do this, she was sure. “It was…”

“You needed it.”

“I did. But it was more than that. I wanted it. I wanted… you.” She cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “This weekend, putting on the act, pretending that we’re together… It’s been so easy. Almost too easy. And I always knew that I liked you before, but… being with you like this, it’s made me realise…”

“I love you.” Rick’s voice didn’t shake as he spoke the words she’d been too afraid to say. It was low and firm and steady with certainty, and his eyes were burning in their sincerity when they met hers, a sudden resolve on his face that told her that perhaps he’d been sitting on this for as long as she had, spurred on by her own attempt at honesty. “The way we’ve been this weekend, the story we told about how we got together… That’s how it should’ve happened. But I was… I was going through everything with Lori, and it was messy, and I was afraid. I didn’t want to lose you.”

“So, what’s changed?”

“I guess, I realised it was worth the risk.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, shooting her a sheepish smile. “I don’t want to never be with you again like I was last night. I don’t want to go back home and not be allowed to reach out and touch you.”

“So, why weren’t you there when I woke up? You were just… gone, and I thought…”

“I wanted to get downstairs and clear the air with your mom before you woke up and felt the need to do it for the both of us,” Rick confessed, and Jess felt her heart swell in her chest. “I was tryin’ to do the right thing. Honestly, Jess, I could’ve laid there with you all day otherwise. There’s nothin’ I want more.”

Jess had expected her pulse to be racing as Rick reeled her in, swinging round in front of her so he could cup her cheeks in his hands and duck his head to capture her mouth, kissing her long and sweet and drinking her in like nectar. She could taste the sugary pop of soda on his tongue and it fizzed in her veins, but the overwhelming feeling he gave her, she realised, was one of peace, of safety, of finally being home. It was a heady sensation, and she was certain that she would never get enough of it. She felt like she’d been searching for that feeling of belonging for far too long.

“I love you,” she whispered against his lips when they broke apart, enjoying the scratch of his stubble against her skin as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, mouthing at the soft flesh of her throat. “I’m terrified to love you, but I do. I just... I don’t want to lose you.”

“You don’t have to be. You won’t.”

“But what about work? What if-”

“If they could handle the drama of my partner sleepin’ with my wife, I’m pretty sure they can deal with this,” Rick teased, drawing her into another kiss, and Jess went willingly, thinking she could quite happily stand there all night long and lose herself in the feeling of his mouth on hers, his hands firm on the curve of her waist, eyes sparkling when he pulled back to smile at her. She knew she could get lost forever in that smile.

“So, what happens now?” she asked, when she could finally bring herself to step away and catch her breath, vaguely aware of the curtains twitching in the living room window as her parents peeked out at them, stealing fleeting glances of her happiness.

“How about we go home and start buildin’ a life together?”

Jess had to admit, it sounded perfect.

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The Foreverlost -- Chapter 3

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Three Months Later, May 2018

Ville decided that morning he had spent long enough in the solitude of his home. HIM’s last show was performed New Years Eve and he’d hibernated since then. Two years prior, he’d moved out of his famous tower and into a more modern abode; a spacious, 3 story house that had formerly belonged to a photographer which meant it had tons of windows and plenty of natural light. And he admittedly hadn’t spent any time actually making it a home. The last box had been unpacked the previous day, and Ville had run out of things to do, so he felt it was time to make his presence known to his family again.

Ville planned to grab himself a coffee from the local Starbucks and head down to his father’s shop for a chat. The temperature outside was rather pleasant despite the heavy overcast overhead, he for a moment wondered if he should wait another day in case it rained but shrugged it off. He could always catch an Uber home.

And just as he finished his coffee and reached the block where his father’s shop was, the downpour began. Fuck… he thought, luckily he’d worn a hoodie so he could cover his head. He picked up the pace and reached his destination before getting too soaked. The bell above the door jingled and Ville wiped his wet feet on the mat as he entered, hearing an unfamiliar voice greet him,

“Hi, welcome. Let me know if I can help you find something.”

The sweet voice made him stop dead in his tracks, and he looked up to see a petite woman standing in his father’s usual spot behind the counter. She didn’t look up at him, instead she leaned against the counter looking through a catalog.

“Erm… is Kari around?” Ville asked, having not expected his father to not be here.

The woman behind the counter raised her eyes to meet him, and he couldn’t help but notice how bright and blue they were, “He’s currently out, is there anything I can help you with?”

Damn, I really picked the wrong day to stop being a hermit… Ville thought to himself. “Any idea when or if he’ll be back?” Ville asked her, looking to see if she had a name tag on, she didn’t.

“Yeah, he shouldn’t be too much longer actually. Feel free to stick around.” Kaiya almost went back to the catalog but paused a second, “You’re Ville, right?”

Ville nodded, “I am.”

Kaiya smiled, “I had a feeling. Nice to see you again.” Ville’s face dropped, he looked confused. Kaiya chuckled, “I’m so sorry, you don’t seem to recognize me, I’m Kaiya, I was Jesse’s friend from, like, forever ago.” she explained.

Ville furrowed his brow and thought for a moment and then he remembered her, but vaguely, “Oh right, right. Sorry about that. Now that you mention it, I’m starting to connect the dots.” Ville nodded, “So, you work here now?”

“Yup, I just moved back from Russia and needed a job, so here I am.” Kaiya confirmed, shrugging her shoulders.

Ville dug through the archive of his brain to further remember who she was, but he wasn’t really around much by the time Kaiya started hanging around. When Jesse was 5, Ville was 12 and running around with his future bandmates, getting into trouble and practicing music. His memory was definitely not helped by all the drinking and pot smoking he’d done in those formative years either. Ville moved out by the time Jesse turned 12 and that’s when his music career really took off, he regrettably didn’t spend much time with Jesse or his parents from that point on and Kaiya was just a faint blip on his radar. The quiet little girl that he’d long forgotten about had grown up, and into a very beautiful woman, he remarked in his head.

“Ah, I see.” Ville responded to her. The pair stood awkwardly for a moment before a loud crash of thunder made them both jump slightly. Ville looked outside and noticed the torrential downpour. There was no way he was going back out in that, not right then anyway. So he was stuck here, talking to Kaiya.

Kaiya was aware of who Ville was. His Heartagram logo was all over the store, Kari had photos of his boys in the back office, but Kaiya was never into his music. Truthfully, she probably wouldn’t recognize anything aside from Join Me In Death, a song you couldn’t escape if you wanted to in the early 2000s in Europe. But his “celebrity” status didn’t interest her, Ville was nothing aside from her best friend’s older brother who all but ignored her the entire time she was friends with the Valos.

“Where in Russia were you?” he questioned.

“Moscow.” she answered quickly, too quickly. It sounded rehearsed and Kaiya scrambled to recover, “Well, um, near Moscow.” she nodded.

“How are you enjoying working here?” Ville questioned, “It’s been a long time since I’ve worked here myself.”

“Oh it’s fine. You get the occasional awkward guy who stares for far too long, but they’re harmless.” she stared at him, a hint towards Ville’s intense stare, “I mean, I do have protection just in case they get out of hand.” she deadpanned and held up a gigantic 18 inch purple dildo from behind the counter before cracking a smile a second later.

Ville busted out in a chuckle, “Yeah, the things you find in here are bizarre. They’ve only gotten more bizarre as time has gone on, to be honest. Humans are quite the innovative creatures…”

Kaiya nodded, “Sex has gotten extremely high tech.”

A moment later the bell above the door rang out and Kari came in, shaking off his umbrella and wiping his shoes. “Good god it’s really coming down out there.” he remarked, “Oh, Ville, my boy, good to see you.” Kari greeted his eldest son with a hug. “I see you’ve met Kaiya, my employee of the month.” he joked.

Kaiya smiled, “Hey, I worked hard for that title! It was tough competition this month. Heidi nearly came out on top.”

Ville furrowed his brow, “Who?”

Kaiya laughed, “She’s over there.” and pointed to the lingerie mannequin in the front of the store. “Just because you’re tall and have the perfect body, Heidi, doesn’t mean you’re a better employee!” Kaiya shouted at the inanimate object, making Kari & Ville chuckle.

“Oh she brings life into this place.” Kari sighed happily, making Kaiya beam with pride.

Funny and beautiful… Ville thought to himself.

Kaiya was pulled away to assist a customer and Kari and Ville stood in the back office talking and catching up. The last they’d seen of each other was at HIM’s final show before Ville retreated into his old ways of extreme introversion. “So, she’s Jesse’s best friend?” Ville questioned. Kari nodded in response, “Are they more than that?” Ville pressed.

“No no,” Kari shook his head, “Jesse and Kaiya have both told me they have no interest in each other. Although, it would be cute.”

“She single?” Ville continued, not even trying to hide his interest. She fascinated him.

Kari stared at Ville for a moment, “Yes… but from the sounds of it she just got out of an extremely traumatic relationship. She hasn’t told me much, but I think that last guy was a real fucking asshole.” Kari furrowed his brow, “The poor thing is so jumpy and always looking over her shoulder... I don’t know what the last 20 years have looked like for her, but it doesn’t seem good.” he paused for a moment, “But I digress. It’s not up to me to tell you her business.”

Ville looked over at the security monitor in the corner of the room, Kaiya was unpacking a box that had just gotten delivered. “Guess I’ll just find out for myself.”

“You sure you want to do that?” Kari questioned, “Jesse will never forgive you if things go south with her when she just came back into his life. And if I’m being honest, neither will your mother and I.”

Ville looked at his father with a questioning look, “You act like she’s your daughter.”

“She might as well be.” Kari shrugged. “But I have a feeling she’ll be a tough nut to crack, she doesn’t seem interested in any man right now, so good luck with that…. Oh, and your mom wants to have a family dinner on Friday night, if you could grace us with your presence that would be terrific.”

A Few Days Later

Ville approached his parent’s front door, a bottle of wine in hand; hopefully a peace offering for his mother who would no doubt be irate with him for staying away for so long. He put his hand on the doorknob to find it locked. Peculiar, he thought, his parents almost never locked their doors when they were home. He knocked gently, a confused expression on his face.

“I got it!” he heard a youthful female voice call out. The door swung open revealing the stunning, bright-eyed brunette standing on the other side. “Hello.” She greeted breaking Ville of his daze.

“Oh, um, hi.” Ville stammered. He hadn’t expected her to be there.

“You… gonna come in?” Kaiya asked, holding the door open a bit wider.

“Erm, yeah.” Ville walked in past her, mentally kicking himself for being so awkward around her. Her looks and charms were having an effect on him that he usually didn’t have.

“It’s Ville. He brought wine.” Kaiya called out in a singsong voice to the rest of the house before walking back into the living room to join Kari and Jesse who were both watching boxing. Ville noted how comfortable Kaiya was in his parents’ home. She was answering their door and running about like she’d lived there her whole life and plopped down right in between his brother and father, neither of them acting as though it was out of the ordinary.

Ville entered the kitchen to find his mother cooking, he sat the wine down on the counter and hugged her. “You need any help?” he asked, knowing full well his mother would say no.

She side-eyed him playfully. “You’d just be in the way.” She smiled and tapped his cheek affectionately.

“So, does Kaiya live here now or..?” Ville questioned, lowering himself into a kitchen chair.

Anita shook her head, “No. She’d been staying with Jesse. It’s adorable, they still act like they’re 15.” she smiled nostalgically. “Making up for lost time I suppose.”

A little bit later, everyone was seated around the Valo’s dining room table casually chit-chatting. Ville chose not to speak but to listen to the conversation going around the table. He caught himself more than once staring at Kaiya, and eventually, she began catching him. Despite herself her eyebrows would furrow in response to a near perfect stranger staring at her. Ville blushed and took a large swig of his wine.

Stop being so fucking awkward, you twat… He mentally cursed himself. He felt like he was 13 years old again with a schoolyard crush; ridiculously awkward and too shy to talk to her. He began to also fear that there was more to her and Jesse’s relationship than just friendship. They were awfully talkative and giggly around one another, their banter was chock full of inside jokes that no one else around them understood, they even finished each others’ sentences. Maybe his father was wrong when he said that they were never anything more than friends? If his little brother had feelings for Kaiya that were even remotely beyond platonic she was forever off of the menu, he could never do that to Jesse.

As the family ate, Ville noticed that Kaiya was pushing her food around her plate, staring at it intently. Every forkful of food she took, she looked it over and smelled it before eating it. Every time she picked up her wine glass she looked inside of it before taking a sip.

It was bizarre behavior, and Kaiya seemed to know that because she appeared to be trying to be as discreet and inconspicuous as possible. Ville looked up to see if anyone else was looking at her. His parents didn’t seem to notice, but Jesse caught his eye. Jesse glared at Ville and slowly shook his head. Ville knew what his brother meant; “Stop staring at her, you’re being rude.”

Suddenly his mother broke the silence, “You all have no idea what this means to me. To have all of my children in one place again.” Anita gushed, smiling happily.

Kaiya bit her lip and blushed, flattered that after all this time that not only was she welcome in the family, but they still considered her a daughter. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, mama.” Kaiya replied.

“We need to do this more often!” Anitai exclaimed. “I want two Fridays a month to be ‘family dinner night,’ understood?”

“Yes ma’am.” Jesse and Kaiya answered in unison, catching Ville off guard.

“Uh, well, I guess I can’t say no at this point.” Ville muttered. Anita ignored her eldest son’s remark. “Now once my son wises up and marries Kaiya I can officially and legally call her my daughter.” She smiled toward Jesse and Kaiya. Ville looked inconspicuously towards the pair, this was going to be the sign he needed to see how they actually felt about one another.

Jesse and Kaiya turned to look at each other nervously, both of them blushing. Not a second later they both burst out laughing, Kaiya covered her face as she turned red.

“See, dear? I told you.” Kari muttered to his wife before taking a sip of wine.

Jesse wiped a tear of laughter from his eye and stifled his giggles, “That’s not going to happen Ma. It would be too weird. I love Kaiya, but not like that. I don’t really want to see you naked, Kai. No offense.” He added and glanced at Kaiya.

“None taken, the feeling is more than mutual.” Kaiya replied wide-eyed, the crimson color leaving her face. “It would feel wrong.” “SO wrong…” Jesse shuddered. “I mean, it’s not like the thought never crossed our minds.” Jesse shrugged.

Kaiya nodded in agreement after taking a bite of her food. “We were each other’s first kiss when we were 13. We just thought we’d try it out, see if there was any ‘spark,’ ya know?”

“And?” Ville asked, sounding a bit more interested than he would have liked.

“There wasn’t.” Kaiya and Jesse answered once again in unison. Ville found how in-sync they were to be bizarre. Endearing, for sure, but bizarre nonetheless. They were like twins.

“We both agreed that we didn’t want to ruin our friendship by forcing something that just wasn’t there.” Jesse affirmed, Kaiya nodding in confirmation as she chewed.

Ville had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning. That was precisely what he wanted to hear. Now that he knew that his brother had no interest in Kaiya she was fair game. But he did want to get permission from Jesse first. His brother’s opinion meant a lot to him.

At the end of the night, Kaiya was helping Anita and Kari clean up from dinner, while Ville and Jesse stood outside taking in the air. Ville no longer smoked, but Jesse still did. “You planning on quitting?” Ville asked, drinking a cup of coffee his mother had made him.

Jesse nodded, “Yeah, mom is pissed off that I started up again. Just after my breakup with Hanna…” he trailed off, letting his tone speak for itself. It was a terrible relationship and an even worse breakup.

Ville nodded understandingly, “I get it.” he paused and took a deep breath before asking the questions he was dying to ask. “So… Kaiya.”

“Yeah?” Jesse eyed him suspiciously.

“What’s her deal with the food?” Ville asked, trying to not sound insensitive.

Jesse had to make sure he didn’t reveal too much information and he hadn’t really thought about an excuse for her quirks. “I really don’t know. It’s a thing from her childhood, her parents weren’t that great at feeding her.” he lied, knowing his explanation left a lot unanswered. “Trauma response, I guess.” he shrugged, hoping that would be a good enough answer for Ville.

However, Jesse knew full-well why Kaiya did that. He caught on the first night she came back, she inspected her plate, cup and every piece of cutlery before using it. Food she would pick apart and make sure it was edible before each bite. Kaiya explained that in prison, she never knew what was in the food. Finding insects and mouse droppings was not rare, mold was common, and if a guard was feeling particularly cruel, they’d tamper with the food in a number of repulsive ways. It was now a deeply ingrained habit for Kaiya and having only been on the outside for a few months, it seemed old habits were hard to kill.

Ville didn’t push. His question wasn’t fully answered but it was enough. “That’s unfortunate.”

“Go ahead.” Jesse blurted out, without looking towards his brother.

“What?” Ville questioned.

“Go ahead and ask what I know you’re going to ask.” Jesse rolled his eyes. When Ville didn’t say anything he continued, “You want to ask Kaiya out.”

“Would she be interested?” Ville asked.

Jesse laughed, “No. I’m being honest with you, no. She’s going to tell you no.”

“Oh.” Ville sighed.

“But…” Jesse began again, “I’m going to encourage you to ask her regardless.” “Do I look like a glutton for punishment?” Ville furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Jesse suspiciously.

“Yeah, but that’s not why. I deeply care about Kaiya and I need her to heal from this fucked up breakup that she just went through.”

“Yeah, Dad mentioned he was a blowhard asshole.” Ville replied.

“No, he–” Jesse was about to say too much and stopped himself. He knew that Kaiya’s late boyfriend was not an asshole, nor was he abusive, but the story that he and Kaiya had to maintain was that they had a terrible breakup, so he had to recover, “It was complicated, but yeah, Kaiya has been through a lot. A lot of trauma, a lot of pain, she needs to be treated well…” he trailed off. “And I know you, you’d treat her well. I trust you, you’re the only guy who I feel comfortable with her being with. Mostly because I know where you live, and mother fucker I would end you.” Jesse threatened.

Ville was confused, “So… you know she’ll reject me, but you want me to ask her regardless… Color me confused because none of that makes sense.”

Jesse smiled, “Ask her out. She’ll immediately say no, she’ll come home and tell me that my creepy brother–”

“Creepy brother?!” Ville exclaimed, tone ripe with offense, “Excuse me?”

Jesse laughed and continued, “She’ll tell me that my creepy brother asked her out, and I’m going to make her accept. Trust the process, bud. I got you.”

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO MARE COSMIA, DICK GRAYSON. 🌗

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: jess age: 26 pronouns: he/they ooc contact: arcadeigannon (tumblr) / @worstboywonder (twitter) other characters in xc: Arcade Gannon, Shoko Ieiri

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Dick Grayson age: 29 pronouns: he/him series: DC Comics (Batman) canon point: Post- Night of Owls

app triggers: death, parental death, violence, mentioned child death, mentioned gun violence

personality:

Dick has been described as the one hero in the multiverse that any other vigilante (and even most villains) would trust and respect — but he would be hard-pressed to tell you himself why that is. Despite being known for his charisma, confidence and composure, Dick is a well of insecurities bubbling just below the surface of a carefully crafted facade.

Above all, Dick is a performer, and he will take on whatever role he feels he must in any given situation. Growing up, this role was the light to Batman’s darkness, and acting as a beacon in such a bleak place put a strain on him. It set a pattern, too, of Dick stepping into the role of caretaker, sometimes without even meaning to do so. He cares deeply about others, particularly his family and friends, and despite believing in (and mostly adhering to) Batman’s non-lethal creed, if anything is going to push him over the edge it’s the threat of harm to his loved ones. When pressed, Dick is capable of righteous, blinding fury, even enough to make him homicidal. He carries a deep shame about this, but as with most negative aspects of his life, he is loath to address it unless he actually has to.

He tries to live his life with levity, eager as he is to present himself as the carefree, fun-loving Robin, even though his days as the boy wonder are long past. Mostly he succeeds, although those who know him best know that while the conviviality does come naturally to him, he also uses it as a mask. Dick does have his own dark side, one that he continues to have to reckon with particularly throughout his adult life, and he is more than capable of being petty and underhanded.

Primarily, though, Dick is kind, and deeply compassionate. He’s dedicated his life to helping others, and even when he’s questioned his crime-fighting lifestyle, he’s never questioned his drive to make the world a better place in any way he can. Whether or not he’s truly done so will always haunt him, of course — when he was younger, he was cocky, and as he matured so did the cockiness into a more respectable confidence, but he suffers under the weight of great expectations that he fears he can never live up to. He will never stop trying, though, and as long as he’s capable he’ll do it with a smile, a flourish, and the best quip he can come up with.

something your muse struggles with: His inner critic. Often he’s his own worst enemy. your muse’s greatest strength: His compassion.

history / background:

Born to trapeze artists John and Mary Grayson, Dick grew up in the traveling circus troupe Haly’s Circus, surrounded by wild characters and the drama of show business. Dick was talented from a young age, and nicknamed “little robin” by Mary, who thought of a robin when watching him on the trapeze. He performed in his family’s trapeze act, the Flying Graysons, until his parents’ death during a performance one night when he was eight years old - the high wires snapped during a trapeze stunt and they fell to their deaths as Dick watched.

A young Bruce Wayne was in the audience that night, however, and after a brief (but unpleasant) stint in juvie and then a Catholic orphanage, Dick was adopted by Bruce and became his ward. Dick was resistant, of course, and in turmoil over his parents’ death - besides the trauma, he felt responsible, as he’d witnessed crime boss Tony Zucco threatening the circus performers before the show on the night that John and Mary died, but Dick had not warned anyone. Eventually, he snuck out of Wayne Manor during the night, determined to seek answers. Instead he found Batman - next thing he knew he was waking up in the Batcave, and Batman (revealed to be none other than Bruce Wayne) was offering Dick the opportunity to fight crime by his side and see his parents’ killer brought to justice. Dick agreed, choosing the name “Robin” in honor of his mother and becoming Batman’s very first Robin.

Their partnership was nothing short of iconic, and certainly the driving force of much of Dick’s adolescent growth, for better or worse. As Dick grew older, he and Bruce clashed more often; often when Dick was hurt in the field (shot in the shoulder by the Joker or beaten by Two-Face), Bruce reconsidered his decision to allow Dick to operate as his partner and sidelined him, even going so far as to eventually “fire” him from his role. During this time Dick continued to operate as Robin, albeit mostly solo, until he found a group of friends and comrades in the Teen Titans.

Dick prioritized his newfound independence and relationship with the Titans, and Bruce told him he needed to retire as Robin, leading to their biggest fallout thus far. Dick left Wayne Manor and began working with the Titans full time. After consulting with Superman, Dick conceived a new crime-fighting persona for himself, separate from Batman and Robin (but still paying homage): Nightwing.

During his time with the Titans, Dick fell in love with Koriand’r, made a mortal enemy of Deathstroke, continued to fight with Bruce, spent time in space, lost his brother and the second Robin Jason Todd, fought with Bruce some more, helped train the new Robin Tim Drake, and led his friends through numerous crises. When Bruce was temporarily incapacitated by a broken back, Dick returned to Gotham to help, despite Bruce not wanting him to take up the mantle of the bat – in fact, Dick ended up briefly acting as Batman anyway, after Jean Paul Valley’s failed attempt at the same. This did wonders for Dick’s relationships with Tim and Bruce, but when he returned to the Titans, he found himself replaced by Roy Harper, and he chose to strike out on his own.

He chose the city of Bludhaven as his new home, seeing that it suffered from a similar darkness as Gotham but with no dark knight to protect it. For a time he was also a Bludhaven police officer in his civilian life, hoping to be able to snuff out the corruption in the department, though this didn’t last long before he realized his efforts were largely futile. Still, he made more enemies during his tenure here, including Blockbuster, who he eventually chose to let die at the hands of Tarantula, a choice that haunts him.

It was also during this era that Dick notably killed the Joker by beating him to death, at the time believing that Joker had killed Tim Drake. Unable to accept a repeat of what happened to Jason, he allowed the Joker to taunt him until he snapped. Batman arrived in time to resuscitate Joker, but Dick’s actions could not be undone.

Briefly, Dick spent time undercover as a villain, working in Slade Wilson’s employ, and he used this position both to gather intel and to befriend and train Slade’s daughter Rose as a vigilante. When Slade found out about this, he dropped the radioactive Chemo onto Bludhaven, devastating the city and killing 100,000 people. Dick temporarily relocated to New York.

Following Batman’s apparent death in Final Crisis, Dick returned once more to Gotham to help maintain order in the city. Bruce maintained in his will that he specifically wished for Dick to not don the cowl, having previously expressed his respect for their fundamental differences as well as Dick’s desire to be his own person. However, when a resurrected and unhinged Jason Todd began acting as Batman, Dick felt obligated to assume the mantle.

As Batman, Dick enlisted the help of Bruce’s young son, Damian, making him his Robin, much to Tim’s chagrin. Dick believed Damian needed it more in the moment, and wanted to encourage Tim to come into his own identity. Damian is as much Dick’s son as he is his brother, and Dick will always consider Damian his Robin. Damian’s death at the hands of Heretic — although impermanent — affected Dick greatly, and he continues to feel a sense of responsibility for not being able to save him, as hard as he tried.

Eventually — and largely due to Tim’s investigation — it was discovered that Bruce had not died but been displaced in time, and upon his return to Gotham, Dick stepped back into his Nightwing persona and went home to Bludhaven. His time as Batman had proved to him what he’d already known — he could never truly be what Batman needed to be, as he and Bruce are too different at their core.

When the Court of Owls rose to terrorize Gotham, Dick provided his assistance and consequently learned that his great-grandfather William Cobb was the greatest Talon to ever live, and as a child at Haly’s Dick had been secretly being groomed to become the next Talon. His adoption by Bruce prevented this, but the knowledge shook Dick. During the fighting, he also effectively kills a Talon, marking the second (or third, in his mind) occasion he has used lethal force.

powers / abilities: Dick does not possess any preternatural powers or abilities.

inherent abilities:

Peak Human Condition: Dick has been relentlessly training his body and mind since he began fighting crime with Batman. As a result his strength, speed, stamina, agility, reflexes, and endurance are all at or near peak human capability.

Master Acrobat/Gymnast: In addition to his training, Dick is a natural athlete, and before his days fighting crime he grew up in the circus as an acrobat. He was taught by his parents and other performers, and performed in his family’s trapeze act, allowing him to hone his mid-air stunt work. He has continued to train in the years since to maintain his flexibility, coordination, and skills. (These skills also lend to his proficiency as a stealth and escape artist.) • Master Martial Artist: Dick’s fighting style consists of a combination of his acrobatic skills as well as a number of martial arts disciplines that he has trained in and mastered throughout the years (primarily under Batman’s tutelage), including Escrima, Taekwondo, Capoeira, Jiu-jitsu, Savate, Judo, Aikido, and Karate, among others.

“Genius” Intellect: Dick is incredibly intelligent and received both rigorous mental training from Batman and a premier education courtesy of Bruce Wayne. As a result he is a master tactician, talented detective, and proficient hacker. He is also fluent in multiple languages, including English, Spanish, Japanese, German, Russian, French, and the alien language Tamaran.

Weapons Proficiency: These days Dick primarily fights with escrima sticks, but has been trained in the use of many other weapons. He also favors shuriken (or batarangs), and is a skilled marksman (he is proficient with firearms but does not use them).

Indomitable Will: Dick has a high constitution and mental fortitude, having proven to be able to resist most toxins and overcome various forms of mind control. He was also at one point a candidate for the Lantern Corps.

items / weapons:

Escrima sticks

“Wing dings” (variation of batarangs)

Nightwing suit

Utility belt

Wrist darts

starting ability: n/a starting item: Escrima sticks

extra: does a little jig. sorry this one gets a little crazy discord id: @worstboywonder

passcode: he really is a multiversal constant

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crossbowking · 3 years

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What Comes After

Summary: (Set mid season 5) The reader falls ill while on the road after Terminus - but Daryl refuses to lose anyone else.

Prompt: "Do you believe in heaven?" - Heaven Anon

A/N: Hello, my sweets! I'm so glad I was able to finish up this story and have it ready for y'all this weekend! Thank you so much for all your continued love and support! As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts about this one!

Happy reading! :)

xx Jess

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“Do you believe in heaven?”

The sudden question, the unexpected break in silence that’d hung heavy around the dimly lit campground caught Daryl totally and completely off guard.

He glanced down, surprised to see your bleary eyes trained on him, stark against the pallor of your complexion. His hand hovered between you, the damp rag he held balling up in his fist. “The hell kinda question’s that?” he snapped before internally cringing — he hadn’t meant for the retort to sound so sharp.

But you remained unfazed, the ghost of a smile flickering over your lips. “There’s nothing good to watch on television these days,” you quipped, your voice croaky and soft as you shifted on the tree trunk you rested against.

Daryl snorted a soft breath, shaking his head as he reached forward and dabbed the cloth against your forehead, growing serious once more. You were burning up — he could practically feel the heat radiating off your body, small beads of sweat forming above your brow. But he quickly wiped them away, as if he could just pretend they weren’t there.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he patted the rag gently down the sides of your face, letting his own guise drop while you weren’t looking.

The group had been on the road since Terminus fell, walking aimlessly day in and day out. Things had rapidly gone from bad to worse — between Terminus, the loss of Bob, Beth, and Tyreese, and now this, the future for the remaining survivors was becoming alarmingly bleak.

You started coming down with something a few days back. It’d been brushed off as a cold, exposure to the elements, lack of basic supplies, but now you were getting worse — so much worse and far too quickly.

At this point, Daryl was worried you wouldn’t even make it through the night.

You were important to the group — you were family — but the archer saw the way the others looked at you. Like you were a time bomb waiting to go off, like at any moment you could turn and put the rest of them in danger.

Their concern was warranted, their trauma valid.

But he didn’t have to like it.

So instead, he’d made you his priority — the only thing he was able to control. He watched over you, made sure you got to rest when you needed it, all the while searching anywhere and everywhere for anything that could help heal you. Keeping you alive, making sure you got better had become his purpose — otherwise, he’d sink into the darkness that lingered, he’d give in to the swell of grief that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

After everything that’d happened, he couldn’t lose anyone else.

He couldn’t lose you.

A visible chill rolled through your body as you curled inwardly, your features skewed in pain. Daryl watched as you buried yourself deeper beneath his leather jacket, the one he’d draped over you despite the muggy night air.

He pulled away then, picking up the near-empty canteen of water he’d propped up beside him, quickly unscrewing the cap and holding the dampened rag near the opening.

But then you grabbed onto his wrist, your grasp weak and clammy, and his eyes met yours.

“Don’t,” you shook your head once. “Save it."

Daryl ground his teeth together, his jaw clenching — because damn it, you were right. The water supply your group had managed to scrounge up was rapidly depleting and soon enough, there’d be nothing left.

The archer slowly twisted the cap back on and set it aside, feeling utterly and completely helpless.

“So, do you?” you suddenly asked.

Daryl glanced over at you, brow furrowed. “Huh?” he grunted in return.

“Believe in heaven,” you clarified, the look on your face giving the archer an uneasy feeling.

His eyes narrowed as he tried to gauge what exactly you were getting at. “Why’re ya askin’?” he rasped, figuring it was better to get straight to the point, rather than waste time you may not have.

It was your turn to look away, your gaze faraway as you stared off towards where the rest of the group slept. “Just curious, I guess,” you murmured absently. “You know…about what comes after.”

Reading between the lines, Daryl felt a swell of anger — red-hot, forming in the pit of his stomach and dispersing through the rest of his body, setting his nerves ablaze. “Ya ain’t dyin’, Y/N,” he growled indignantly, keeping his voice low as to not wake the others.

“But I am,” your eyes snapped towards him, the fire in your gaze reminiscent of who you were just a few days ago before you fell ill. But just as quickly as the intensity rose, it dimmed, somehow making you appear even more exhausted than before. “And it’s only a matter of time until —”

“Would ya quit —”

“I need you to promise me something,” the words spilled quickly from your lips as you sat up straighter, teetering slightly.

Daryl reached out, grabbing onto your shoulder and steadying you, your flesh warm beneath his palm. “Hey —”

“Please, just — just listen to me,” you urged, shadows from the firelight flickering across your ashen features.

The archer slowly let go of his hold on you, sitting back on his haunches. “Alright,” he finally relented, nodding once.

You huffed a small breath of relief, seemingly taking a moment to gather your thoughts before regarding him solemnly. “Daryl, if —” you faltered, your eyes suddenly clouding with emotion as you appeared to struggle for the right words. But then you sighed and the archer could’ve sworn a little bit of life left you on the exhale. “Just don’t let me turn, okay?” you whispered, your voice hitching towards the end. “Please, don’t let me turn.”

Daryl held your gaze a moment longer before ducking his head down, effectively concealing the flash of hurt that flickered over his face. He pushed away the burning feeling behind his eyes, the prickling at the tip of his nose because how could you ask that of him? How could you just…give up?

But when he looked back up, about to ask you just that, he noticed your features suddenly crumple.

The facade you’d been wearing to keep your own fear at bay began to crack and Daryl found himself moving towards you on impulse.

Any inkling of insecurity dissipated as the archer finally gave in to the need to be close to you — a feeling he’d shoved away time and time again. He maneuvered himself to your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you towards his chest. You fell weakly against him, allowing him to half-hold, half-cradle you, as though his body alone could shield you from the sickness that was destroying yours.

“It’s alright, I got ya,” Daryl rasped because he didn’t know what else he could possibly say to make what was happening okay. “I got ya,” he rumbled as he wound his other arm around you — your flushed cheek resting in the crook of his arm, your back pressed against his chest, your hands clinging desperately onto his forearm.

Your cries were muffled against Daryl’s skin but he simply held on tighter, giving you the space you needed to grieve and breathe and feel.

When your hushed sobs eventually died down, neither of you spoke. The silence that fell between you carried, mimicking the stillness of the surrounding forest as you held onto one another in the safety of the shadows.

“I dunno what ta’ believe in,” the archer murmured suddenly, unsure where the unexpected confession came from. The words had just sort of…tumbled out of him.

But he could tell by the way you stiffened in his arms that you were listening.

He cleared his throat, resting the back of his head against the tree trunk, staring up at its darkened, unmoving branches. “I ain’t stupid enough ta’ think there’s, ya know, pearly white gates or — or some asshole that sits on a damn cloud or nothin’ like that.”

You huffed a light breath and Daryl felt the corner of his mouth quirk.

But then he grew serious once more, chewing on the inside of his cheek, thinking carefully. “But, uh, I guess — I guess there’s gotta be somethin’,” he rasped. “Somethin’ after all a’ this, ya know?”

You hummed softly in response, your thumb brushing absently back and forth against his forearm, raising goosebumps beneath your touch. “Well,” you cleared the fatigue from your throat, wincing slightly. “I guess we’ll find out,” you mumbled faintly. “Sooner or later.”

Daryl heard the tinge of defeat in your tone, something others surely would’ve missed, and glanced down at the side of your face. “It’s gonna be later,” he rumbled as you craned your neck to look up at him, your eyes red-rimmed and glassy. “Much later, ya hear me?”

A somewhat bittersweet smile tugged at your lips as you nodded once, sniffling softly before you turned your face away once more. “Can I tell you something?” you whispered after a moment.

Daryl bit back the ‘always’ that rose to his lips. “Mhm,” he grunted instead.

“I think you’re my favorite thing,” you murmured, your voice so quiet he nearly missed it.

But then the archer stilled, feeling a funny sort of warmth flood his cheeks. He couldn’t see your face and he didn’t dare look down, but the sincerity in your tone sent his heart thrumming. He quickly deflected the swarm of emotion clogging his throat, hoping you couldn’t feel the sudden racing of his pulse. “Think that’s the fever talkin’,” he countered evenly, the slight waver in his voice betraying him.

You snorted softly through your nose, but remained quiet otherwise, nestling closer against him without another word.

When the archer felt your breathing even out, he looked down, sneaking a glance at you. The side of your face was illuminated by the dwindling fire, shadows dancing across the curves and dips of your features, your eyes closed, lips parted, steady breaths tickling the hair on his forearm. He slowly unwound one arm from around you, careful not to jostle you awake, and gently brushed away the strands of hair that’d fallen over your face, before wrapping it securely around you once more.

He sighed, making himself comfortable against the large tree trunk he leaned on, watching the flames from the campfire flicker off in the distance.

As the night carried on, Daryl’s arms grew tired.

But nothing would deter him from holding you — not after having denied himself of it for so long.

And so he sank into the feeling.

Maybe there was a heaven after all.

Fin.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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bloodlust ~ jasper hale;twilight

word count: 1754

request?: yes!

“I’m not sure if you do Twilight, but if so can you please write a Jasper Hale x reader where it’s just him coming to terms with his feelings and trying not to push the reader away just cause they’re human. Thank you no matter what love :))”

description: when she thinks he’s avoiding her because he hates her, he has to tell her his biggest secret

pairing: jasper hale x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of death

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I didn’t understand Bella’s extreme obsession with Edward Cullen after they started dating until Jasper Hale started showing me the same attention.

I had known Jasper since the Cullens moved to Forks. Or rather I knew of Jasper. Much like his adopted siblings, Jasper kept to himself or to the Cullens. It wasn’t until our English teacher paired us together for a project that I finally got to know him.

Despite the whole school knowing that Jasper and Alice were together, I started to notice that the way he looked at me, or the way he treated me, mirrored Edward and Bella’s own romance. And before I knew it, my feelings also mirrored Bella’s.

I felt on top of the world to have the attention of such a beautiful man. I felt unworthy, but at the same time I felt a sense of pride. And overall, I felt strong, romantic feelings for Jasper; feelings I was sure he had for me as well.

Until he started ignoring me suddenly. He wouldn’t talk to me, he changed seats in English class to be further away from me. He wouldn’t even look at me when we were in the same room.

“He hates me,” I said to Jessica as Jasper drifted past me in the lunchroom without acknowledgement once again. “I don’t now why, but that’s the only reason I can think of that he’d be ignoring me.”

“Or Alice has him back on her chain,” Jessica suggested with a shrug.

“He and Alice broke up a while ago, Jess,” Angela pointed out. “Didn’t you know that?”

I laughed as Jessica shook her head. “The great gossip of Forks didn’t know something? Mark the calendar, Angela, this is a historic day.”

Jessica threw her nearly rock hard dinner roll at me.

That evening while I was home alone, a knock came at my front door. Confused, I went to answer. I was shocked to see Jasper stood there, his hands shoved into his pockets.

“Jas?” I said. “What are you doing here?”

“I owe you an explanation,” he told me. “Care for a drive?”

I followed him to the flashy sports car he drove, one of very few in all of Forks - the others belonging to his siblings. He held the door open for me as I got in. He was in the driver’s seat and had the car started before I even had my seatbelt on.

Jasper’s driving was way too fast, and he was weaving in and out of the cars too carelessly. I was starting to regret my decision to get in his car. One hand was gripping the passenger door so tightly my knuckles were white. Jasper noticed and chuckled.

“Relax, I drive like this all the time,” he assured me.

“Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better,” I muttered. Jasper chuckled again, which made me slightly annoyed.

After some time, Jasper pulled up to a hiking trail a short ways out of town. I watched him unbuckle his seatbelt and get out of the car. He paused, waiting for me to follow. I was starting to feel panicked and wondered why I had decided to go with him. Why had he brought me out here alone? Why hadn’t I told anyone where I was going before I left home?

We walked in silence for a while. I started falling behind, stumbling over the twigs and rocks. At one point I almost fell, but Jasper was quick to steady me.

“I forgot you can’t walk as quickly as I can,” he said. “We’re almost there.”

“Almost where?” I asked, but he had already started walking again.

We came to a clearing where the sun was just peaking through the trees. Jasper paused, looking back at me for a moment. “This is going to look silly for a moment, but know there is something serious underneath it.”

Before I could ask, Jasper stepped into one of the sunny patches. I gasped as his skin lit up like a diamond under light. He looked anywhere but at me, as if afraid to see what my reaction to this was.

I approached him slowly, extending a hand towards him. I poked some exposed skin, wondering if I was about to find out I was dreaming or that Jasper had never been real to begin with. His skin was cold and hard as stone, and I realized in that moment that I had never touched Jasper’s bare skin before.

“What is this?” I asked. “What are you showing me?”

“I heard you talking to Jessica and Angela at lunch today,” he explained, “about whether or not I hated you and if that was why I was avoiding you. But the truth is I was avoiding you for the opposite reason. I don’t hate you, (Y/N). I never could, but I’m dangerous. To you, anyways.”

I stepped back, feeling very uneasy. “What do you mean, Jas?”

“I’m not...human,” he explained. “And I haven’t been for decades. There are many names for what I am, but the most commonly used is vampire.”

I felt like the air had been knocked out of me. I was convinced this was some sort of practical joke on me, but I didn’t think any of the Cullens were capable of doing that.

“Are...are all of you...” I started, trying to find my words.

“We are,” he confirmed. “Carlisle found all of us and changed most of us. There’s a very long history about our family. I won’t go into it now, I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked him.

Jasper stepped out of the light, his skin almost immediately returning to normal. Every logical part of me was telling me not to let Jasper get closer to me, but at the same time I trusted him. I didn’t think he was going to hurt me, I trusted him not to hurt me.

He reached out for me, but hesitated. Against my better judgement, I stepped forward to let him touch me. His hands were cold against the skin on my exposed arms. His golden eyes looked down into mine and I felt myself subconsciously leaning into his body.

“Because I feel something for you that I’ve never felt for anyone besides Alice before,” he told me. “And I know you feel the same way for me. I tried to distance myself for your safety. I’m still new to living with humans as I was the last to join the Cullen’s lifestyle of just feeding from animals, but I realized that was only hurting you more. I needed to tell you so that you could make your own decision about how you felt for me.”

He was right, it was a lot to take in. I had so many questions, but at the mention of Alice I realized there was one outstanding question I needed answered before we went any further.

“What about you and Alice?” I asked. “You two have been together...I guess basically forever. What made you two decide to break up?”

“Alice, Edward and I all have special powers that we developed after we were changed. Edward can read minds, I can feel and manipulate emotions - which is how I know for sure that you feel the same way for me - and Alice can see the future. She saw many visions that included you - most of which included the two of us in a romantic setting. I told her it would never happen because I loved her so much, but she was so sure I’d love you too. She told me to wait until we were paired up for that project and I’d actually get to know you, then I could make that decision.”

I winced. Knowing that Alice saw visions of her boyfriend falling in love with another woman - a human at that - before Jasper even knew I existed made me feel guilty.

“Was she angry?” I asked, my voice a whisper.

Jasper laughed, a beautiful sound that echoed through the otherwise empty woods. “Not at all. If anything, she was excited. She claims that you two are going to be best friends the way she is with Bella, and she’s very excited to have another female in the family. That is...if you’re still willing to be with me with...what you know now.”

I had to admit, the thought of the person I was in love with being a vampire was terrifying. Not because of the needing to drink blood to live - like I said, I trusted Jasper. If his or any of the Cullens’ desire for blood was a risk, they wouldn’t be living amongst humans. But the thought of growing old while Jasper remained the same age forever, of him eventually not wanting to be with me because of that age difference was terrifying. And the alternative...I didn’t want to consider that right now.

I moved closer to Jasper. He moved his hands to my waist, pulling me so that my body was touching his. Our lips were inches away, and I finally leaned in to close the gap between us.

His lips, much like the rest of his body, were cold, but I felt a sensation when kissing him that I had never felt before. I placed a hand against his face, gently stroking his hard skin as our lips moved perfectly together. His grip around my waist tightened a little, but not enough to hurt me. It felt more like he was making sure I wouldn’t disappear on him.

I pulled away first, resting my forehead against his. “I hope that gives you your answer.”

He smiled and I felt a happy sensation wash over me. I remembered he said he could manipulate the emotions of others and I wondered if his happiness was so strong that it was effecting me as well, or if he wanted me to know how happy he felt.

“We should get you home,” he said. “Your parents will probably be worried sick if they come home and you’re missing.”

“You’re right,” I said. I reluctantly pulled him his grasp, but took his hand in mine as we walked back to the car. “But can you not drive like a maniac on the way home? I’d rather not die of a heart attack in your car.”

Jasper chuckled. “No promises. One thing you have to learn about vampires, we love to go fast.”

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uncpanda · 3 years

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The Ties that Bind: Out of the Woods

Synopsis of series: Being the older sister of a literal genius? It’s not easy. Raising said genius from childhood on? An act of love. Uprooting your life again when he gets in over his head? A no brainer. Finding a new family and support system for yourself? Well, you suppose that’s just luck.

AN: This is the after math of season 6 episode 9

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Warnings: Makeout scenes and some intimate moments. Nothing graphic. Discussion of kids.

You’re once again, lying in Aaron’s bed. Jess is out of town for a conference, and you’re staying with not only Jack, but Henry too, since Aaron is away on a case, JJ is out of the country, and Will is in the middle of helping with some sort of city wide manhunt. You feel strangely at home in Aaron’s bed, despite the fact that you two have only been dating for about a month. Then again, you’ve spent a lot of nights in Aaron’s bed due to babysitting.

It’s nearly two in the morning, and despite being exhausted, you can’t sleep. The boys had been up late giggling and playing around. You had helped them build a fort for them to sleep in, and despite it having been lights out at ten, they had still been up at midnight. But now, the apartment is nearly silent with the exception of the ceiling fan. But you still can’t sleep.

You’re turning in the bed, trying to get comfortable, when you hear the alarm chirp. It’s followed by the code being put in. You listen as footsteps tread carefully across the hardwood floors. They stop for a moment, and you know he’s examining the tent. Then the footsteps sound again, and he appears in the doorway.

The only light in the room comes from the moon and through the window, but it’s enough for him to see you’re still awake. You watch as he smiles, crosses his arms against his chest and leans against the door frame. You don’t say anything, you just raise an eyebrow. Then, he’s closing the door, and striding across the bedroom.

That’s when you realize he’s in jeans and one of his quarter zip sweatshirts. That’s different. You’re brought out of your thoughts when one of his knees settles on the bed, and he reaches for you. You go to him easily, and you’re not at all surprised when he swoops down and kisses you.

When he pulls back you pout, and he strokes your cheek, “I could get used to this?”

“Kissing me?”

“Coming home to you. Finding you asleep in our bed.”

You let out a breath laugh, “I wasn’t asleep.”

He shrugs, “Awake works too. Are you still going to be awake if I take a quick shower?”

You shrug, “Probably. The boys and I ate a bunch of sugar and now I can’t sleep.”

He pecks your lips again, and then vanishes into the bedroom after grabbing sleep clothes. You listen to the shower, and thank God that you’d worn cute sleep clothes. When Aaron reappears his hair is slightly damp and he’s shirtless. You’d picked up a few months ago that he didn’t like to sleep with a shirt on. You’re pretty sure it’s a sensory thing, he likes the cool sheets on his skin.

He slides into bed, and immediately curls around you. One arm slips under your head, curling upwards so his fingers can tangle in your hair, while the other wraps around your waist and pulls your front flush against his. A second later he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Affection and touch is common between you and Aaron. It had started when you’d first become friends and you had realized how touch starved he was. You had snuggled into his side, given him hugs, laid your legs across his lap, anything to help him feel loved. And within months he had started doing the same; he’d pull you into a side hug, or lay his head in your lap, or sometimes rest his chin on the top of your head.

And now that the two of you were together, he had become even bolder. He was always holding your hand, or had an arm wrapped around your waist, or had you tucked into his chest. The two of you liked to cuddle on the couch, or snuggle with Jack in the bed, and nights like this he liked to wrap around you like a koala. You had no complaints.

You stretch your head upwards and kiss the underside of his jaw, “You okay?”

“Just a tough case. I missed you and Jack.”

“Hmm.” You don’t say anything else, you don’t pry. He’ll tell you if he wants to. “It involved kids. I hate those cases.” Your stomach rolls and you feel sick, luckily Aaron doesn’t go into details. “I always get this sudden urge to head home immediately, hug Jack, and then lock him up so nothing can touch him. I know I can’t do that, but. . .”

You kiss his throat, and quietly admit, “I didn’t start worrying about that stuff until I was older. I didn’t know about it until then. But when I did, I had to arrange my college classes around Spencer’s so I could walk him to and from class. And there were no cell phones then. Or if there were we couldn’t afford them.”

“True. At the very least I can call Jack during those cases. Tell him I love him.” Aaron’s hand slips under your sleep shirt and starts rubbing up and down your back. His hands feel good against your skin, and you let out a content sigh.

He chuffs, and you know he feels proud of himself for getting that little sigh out of you. “Maybe we could put a tracker on him?”

“I think future, teenage Jack would probably protest that.”

“True.”

“All we can do Aaron, is teach them how to be safe, and make sure they feel comfortable telling us if something is making them uncomfortable, and make sure that he knows that he has every right to say no, even to an adult if they’re doing something that makes them uncomfortable.”

“You teach your students that, don’t you?”

“Ohhh yeah.”

He kisses your forehead, and then your nose, and finally your lips. When he’s done he murmurs, “It’s still scary. Putting a kid out into the world.”

“I know. I had about three heart attacks in a row when Spencer told me he was joining the FBI.”

He laughs, and then goes quiet. You can tell something is on his mind. You reach up and run a finger over his now furrowed brow, “What are you thinking about?”

“Do you. . .”

“Do I?”

“Do you want more kids?”

You go still and pull back slightly to look at Aaron. He rushes to explain the question, “When we first got together, I mentioned kids, but we never really talked about it. I don’t want to assume.”

You scoot out of his arms and sit up, and he follows suit. You study him for a minute before climbing into his lap. His arms wrap around you. “Yes. I want more kids.”

He lets out this sort of sigh of relief, “I wasn’t sure. I mean, you never really got a childhood, and . . .”

“And there’s no getting it back Aaron. And yes, I raised Spencer, but there’s a big difference between raising my brother and having kids with you. For one thing, I won’t have to deal with a dad walking out or a mom moving in and out of reality. I’m not a kid anymore. I have money now, I don’t have to sacrifice my lunch money to be able to afford things for kids. And . . . I’d have you.”

His hands run up and down your arms, and you keep going, “I’d have someone to lean on. I’d have someone to share responsibilities with, someone to take care of me when I have a bad day. I’d have someone to talk to and share my worries with.” You don’t realize you’re crying until Aaron wipes the tears away and tugs you closer.

He kisses the top of your head, and says “We’re a team.”

“Exactly.”

“You know I have you right? That when you need me, I’ll be there for you. You know that you don’t have to carry everything alone?”

You smile, “Aaron . . . I’ve known that since the first day we met; when you went and got me the things I needed to clean Spencer up in that hospital room.”

“You remember that?”

“I remember everything.”

He tilts your chin up and kisses you, and then he trails kisses down your throat, till he reaches the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Once that’s done, he leans back and pulls you half on top of him, your legs tangling with his. Once again his hand slips under your shirt to glide up and down your back. You love when he does that. You fall asleep like that, curled up with Aaron, listening to his heartbeat as he runs a hand up and down your back.

It’s the best three hours of sleep you’ve ever had, and it abruptly ends when Jack and Henry rush into the room and jump on the bed demanding waffles. It startles you bad enough that you flail out of bed and fall onto the floor. You land on your hip and groan. And when you look up you find Jack, Henry, and Aaron staring down at you.

Jack leans forward, “Are you okay?”

You nod, “Yep.”

Aaron raises an eyebrow at that, but redirects the boys, “Why don’t you two go get dressed and we’ll all go out for breakfast.”

There’s more cheers as the boys hop across the bed, jump to the floor, and run out of the room. You climb back onto the bed with Aaron’s help, and he gently rubs your hip, “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. That helps though.”

He kisses you again, and as the boys call for the two of you, you can’t help but smile, because you would trade this time for anything.

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nastyatticman · 3 years

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Uhh hi

Could you do just phone sex with billy lenz but with a male reader? And like showing both povs

Sorry if that too much

It’s not too much! I love this prompt 👀 I love writing Billy’s POV too, it’s fun!

This ended up way longer than I intended but I had a lot of fun with it! Enjoy :3c

Billy Lenz x male Reader

Warnings: voyeurism, crude language (it’s Billy Lenz after all). Reader is male, and it’s written vague enough to be trans inclusive. (Well, it works for me, but YMMV. Words like cock, hole, etc are used) 18+ Only

Things were tense lately - you were having an awful time at work, and it didn’t help that people were always rude about your work’s mask policy. You just couldn’t understand how someone would complain about having to wear a piece of cloth in the five minutes it took to order donuts, especially to you, who obviously had to wear one all day and stay on your feet the whole time.

It was stupid. People are stupid. You were just glad to get back to your apartment and lay down for a while. It was a little lonely, just you and the plants since your roommate was out to visit his girlfriend’s family. Not that you’d missed seeing him every day in quarantine.

No, you kind of appreciated the privacy. Today you were frustrated and couldn’t think of anything that sounded better than getting off. So you watered the plants, grabbed yourself a drink, and loaded up a video you bought recently.

You started off slow, rubbing yourself through your clothes as the guys started making out on the screen - the big screen, since you finally felt comfortable watching porn on your laptop. As things started to escalate, you undid your pants, finally stroking your cock directly. But, like all things today, some stranger decided to interrupt you.

The phone rang down the hall and you almost let it ring, but you remembered your friend was expecting a call from a place he’d applied to, so you had to answer it anyway. Ugh. You rinsed your hand quickly and picked it up.

“Hello?”

The line was silent, save for some heavy breathing. God, not this guy again... You weren’t sure who the mystery caller was, but he’d grown on you. First you thought it was your roommate’s friend Peter playing a prank on you (even though you’d met him and his girlfriend Jess, and they seemed serious, despite how out of his league she was). You didn’t know, straight men are weird.

But Peter denied it when you had your roommate ask him, so... And besides, how many straight men call their male acquaintances to proposition them for sex?

At this point, it was tempting - you didn’t have time to meet people since the lockdown began, and your roommate was out...

The man kept breathing, once in a while making a strangled noise like he was trying not to laugh.

“Are you gonna get to the point already?” you asked him.

He laughed. “You want my cock, you pig? Fuck - fucking whore wants my fat fucking cock, filling up his tight ass?”

“Oh, quit projecting on me,” you teased. “I bet you’d want me to fuck your ass, don’t you?”

He was speechless for a second, and you heard something that could be him swallowing hard over the phone. His response was barely audible. “Maybe. Y- yeah.”

You smirked, you didn’t know if that would work. “Yeah, if I were there you know what I’d do?”

He took a shaky breath. “What?”

“I’d bend you over for me, yeah,” you said, voice low. You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this, but you brought the phone into your room, laying back on the bed, your hand back to stroke yourself through your pants. “If - if you’re wearing pants I’d rip them off, I don’t fucking care. I’d spread your cheeks and eat your ass.”

You thought back to something he said on a previous call. “You like tongue fucking, huh?” The only response you got was his breathing getting harder, the sounds of skin slapping against skin on the other end. Hook, line, and sinker.

“I’d fuck you on my tongue, fill you up with it, so you’re ready to take my fingers,” you continue. There was a strangled moan on the other end. “Start you off with one, I bet you’d want another just as fast. You’d beg for it, huh?”

“Fuck me,” he rasped.

“Someone’s a needy little... pig, huh?” you asked. He made a noise like he was choking, almost, which made you nervous for a second. But he seemed fine by the way he kept at it. Only thing that was being choked was his chicken on the other end of the line, you were sure. “What do you have to say to that?”

Click.

The only answer you got was a dial tone. That dick hung up on you!

Well, shit, you were already there, you may as well... You put the phone down and laid back, stroking your cock again. You had no idea what that guy looked like, but the sound of him moaning and touching himself over the phone was more than enough to get you off...

The rest of the day passed normally. Unsurprisingly, you got a good night’s sleep after that.

After another grueling day at the workplace, you got back to your apartment. Your roommate wasn’t there, but you saw that he left you a note on the counter explaining he was going to see his girlfriend again. That was fine by you, you... wouldn’t admit it, but you were maybe hoping for another call.

What you didn’t expect was how soon it would happen.

—

Billy watched the man walking up to the apartment complex, and slowly made his way to where he’d been staying. There was a surprisingly large storage room that had decent phone reception, and it was easy to steal from the building’s laundry room bit by bit if you knew what you were doing...

He waited and listened, drumming his fingers on his thighs. If he was quiet enough, he could just hear the sound of you unlocking and closing the door behind you. Click. Locked again.

Billy flipped open his phone and checked the time. 4:45. Okay, he’d give you maybe 7 minutes to get comfortable before he called. He flipped the phone closed, and grabbed something to occupy himself. It just was a broken Rubik’s cube he swiped from someone who visited a few weeks ago, but it was enough to keep him from getting tempted and getting to the main event before he even got you on the line with him. Well, that and to keep him from agonizing over it. He’d never had someone take over like that with him... he had plenty of people tell him to fuck himself, sure, but none so far that had told him they’d fuck him themselves.

None like you.

Eventually he gave up trying to solve it for real and just broke the pieces off, assembling it in the right colors. 4:55. Time enough for you.

He picked up the phone, leaning back on the wall, and dialed your number. Waiting for you to pick up, he fidgeted with his fly and undid his pants.

“Hello?” came your voice on the other end.

“I’ve been thinking about you, what you said,” he started up, groping his hardening cock.”How about I return the favor and fuck your tight fucking hole?”

Your voice was like honey to him. “Oh? Tell me about it, piggy.”

He gritted his teeth, grabbing his cock harder than he meant to. “You’re the pig, you- you took Billy’s call, you whore.”

“Fine by me,” you said, cool as a cucumber. “Tell me about it, Billy. If that’s your name.”

Billy bit his lip, doing his best to get his cock out with one hand. “Wanna - I wanna shove you against a wall, Turn you around, cover your mouth so your fucking roommate can’t hear you moaning for me. Grope your thighs, pull your goddamn hair, how about that?”

“Sounds good, but you know what really gets me going?” you asked. “I want you to bite me. Can you do that for me, Billy?”

“Yes,” he replied instantly. “Bite you so hard I leave fucking marks for fucking days. They’ll know you’re mine, mine, mine.” God, he was hard, his cock was leaking already, and he just used it to lube his hand as he stroked harder and faster.

“Oh? Why don’t you make me yours then? You wanna come in me?”

“Of course,” he replied, barely letting you finish. “I’m gonna fuck your tight little hole so hard you can’t fucking walk for days, everyone’s gonna hear you moan for me so hard, like a whore, Billy’s whore. Yes, I’m gonna fuck you sore, fuck you raw, fuck you senseless, come in your greedy fucking hole.”

He was close, he knew it. And for once you didn’t have a wise guy response for him! He barked out a laugh and imitated your voice almost perfectly. “What do you have to say to that?”

You didn’t respond fast enough, and it only made him cackle.

“I’m c-close, I’m gonna come,” he said. “Think about me flooding your tight little hole, you pig.”

He came, finally, and moaned into the phone for you. He played it up a little, for your benefit of course. He wouldn’t admit that was the hardest he’d come in a while.

You were close to follow him, and he sat there, panting, listening to you come down from your peak. He snickered. “Good piggy.”

“Same time tomorrow?” you asked, half joking.

“Yes,” he said instantly. “I’ll meet you, how about that?”

“Fuck yes, please,” you said. “Wait, how would you know where to meet me?”

Click.

Despite his abruptness, Billy was nothing if not a man of his word. Of course, you wouldn’t find that out until tomorrow...

#nasty attic originals #billy lenz x reader #slasher x male reader #lemon #nsft #any chance i get to trash peter in a black christmas fanfic is a chance i take #don't worry let's say attic man is vaccinated

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norahastuff · 3 years

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penny for your thoughts on salmondean codependency ?

Sure. Fair warning it’s long (was longer but I stopped myself.)

I think it’s complicated in a show that’s had so many different showrunners because they’ve all handled Sam and Dean’s relationship very differently. In Kripke’s era (s1-5) there was a romanticization of the bond. Sure there was a lot of in-depth exploration of how they wound up at the place they were at, spoiler alert: it was all because of John and his obsessive crusade to find the demon that killed his wife. That’s all he cared about and as a result, Sam and Dean had to be everything to each other. But Kripke had no intention of dismantling that at any point because he was (and always had been) writing a tragedy. Gamble continued that too. There was no room for anyone else in their lives and it would always just be the two of them against the world. So Cas had to go. Bobby had to go.

(Actually, it's funny because Gamble didn't intend this at the time, her plan was to kill Cas off, but by Edlund creating the masterpiece that is The Man Who Would Be King, he not only saved Cas from being seen as a villain, but he also deepened Dean and Cas' relationship in such a profound way and inextricably linked the two of them emotionally. And since Cas was eventually brought back, that laid the foundation for a lot of what their relationship would become.)

Up until this point, there hadn’t really been any significant dismantling of perhaps the more unhealthy parts of Sam and Dean’s relationship. Enter Carver. He stripped things down and started to explore what drove these characters. What they wanted and why they couldn’t have it. It starts with Dean being mad at Sam for not looking for him in purgatory, which sets up the whole speech in the s8 finale of Sam’s guilt about letting Dean down, but the thing is, Dean was never honest with Sam about his year away either. He never told Sam he could have gotten out much sooner if he hadn’t stayed to find Cas. I mean Dean had assumed Sam was up there alone doing God knows what to try to bring him back, and yet still he stayed in Purgatory because things were clear there. He needed Cas. Anyway, I just find that interesting, but Cas isn’t a victim of Sam and Dean’s relationship in s8.

Who gets the honour of being cast aside? That would be Benny and Amelia, two characters they introduced in s8 specifically to highlight that Sam and Dean’s relationship doesn’t allow for anyone else to be a significant part of their life. I mean that’s nothing new, we’ve watched that happen many times before. Lisa even said as much to Dean. The thing is this time? It’s framed as a truly sad thing. That moment at the end of 8x10 when Dean has just ended things with Benny and Sam leaves Amelia, and they’re sitting alone drinking beer and watching tv is such a hollow empty moment. This is not what they want. But it’s the way things have to be.

I’m actually fascinated by Sam and Dean’s conversation in the church in the s8 finale. Not so much Dean’s assertion that there is no one else he would put before Sam, but more so what provokes it, which is Sam saying “who are you going to turn to instead of me. Another angel? Another vampire?” See the thing is Dean saying he would always put Sam first is not news. We know this and it’s not really an unhealthy statement in itself either. A lot of people would put their sibling above anything else, not less a sibling who you raised and is the most important person to you. But in this context? After what Sam said? It just highlights how unhealthy they are if Sam believes that Dean having other people in his life means he doesn’t love him enough. That he’s a disappointment to him. That’s so profoundly fucked up.

(Note, Dean tells Sam that he killed Benny for him but he doesn’t say anything about Cas. I think like I said before, this is because Cas and Dean’s relationship has largely existed out of the Sam and Dean stuff up to this point - Sam and Cas don’t even really have much of a relationship yet besides both of their connections to Dean.)

And then from here, things start getting steadily worse. But we also keep being shown how bad they are. Dean lying to Sam, taking away his free will by letting Gadreel possess him. Dean sending Cas away, Kevin dying. It’s all awful. The whole “there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you line” from 9x01 isn’t really said by Dean, it’s Gadreel, but that is how Dean feels. He does think that’s all he’s good for. And over the season we’re shown how much of himself and what he truly wants he’s had to give up because of his ingrained “Save Sammy” and “Sammy comes first” mentality. It’s always been this way for him. In 9x07 we see that he had found a happy home, a good father figure, and his first love, a first love might I add that he had to leave behind with no real explanation because Sam needed him, and Sam comes first.

I mean just one episode earlier we had him rushing out the door elated about seeing Cas and spending time with him, only for their time together to come to sad and melancholic end when Dean once again leaves Cas behind without any real explanation, because despite what he wants Sammy comes first. What he wants doesn’t matter.

See I think after the Gadreel stuff comes out is where the narrative starts to get a little wonky for me. You can clearly see that this was intended to be a shorter story that they ended up stretching out to a much longer one because of renewals. There’s also the fact that this is a formula show so they can’t necessarily be separated for longer than an episode or two. S10 is a rough one to get through at times, I think the themes still mostly hold up but it’s a rough one to get through.

S10 highlights all the connections that Dean has, Cas, Charlie, Crowley even, but Sam doesn’t really have those bonds in the same way. For Sam it’s just Dean, so he goes down a reckless destructive “do anything to save Dean!” path and so many innocents pay the price, and ultimately with the release of The Darkness, the whole world.

They skirted right up to the edge of exploring just how toxic and dangerous their relationship had become in the season 10 finale.

DEAN: I let Rudy die. How was that not evil? I know what I am, Sam. But who were you when you drove that man to sell his soul... Or when you bullied Charlie into getting herself killed? And to what end? A..a good end? A just end? To remove the Mark no matter what the consequences? Sam, how is that not evil? I have this thing on my arm, and you're willing to let the Darkness into the world.

I can’t say evil is the right word, they were never evil, but they were wilfully blind to everything and everyone else when it came to saving each other. S10 tested my love for the show because after watching it, because there was certainly a feeling that the two of them had become the villains of this story. And don’t get me wrong, I didn’t have a problem with that, it’s just after 2 seasons of this I can’t say I had a lot of faith that this was going to be properly addressed or if we were going to keep going in circles around it. Keep being shown, it’s bad and then nothing much being done to fix it. Your mileage may vary on how it was handled, but I think s11 did a relatively ok job considering it wasn’t the end of the story, and the show needed to keep going.

See from Dean’s side a lot of the codependency rests on 1. His father’s orders to always save Sammy 2. His low self-esteem where he sees himself as nothing but a blunt instrument. 3. His guilt at not being able to perfectly fulfil every familial role in Sam’s life 4. His belief that no one could choose to love him but family has to love you. 5. The unhealthy example of what it should look like to love someone that he got from John. You give up everything but them.

For Sam (and honestly it’s not as clear for me as Dean’s side is so feel free to correct me/disagree on this) 1. Everytime he’s tried to leave and create his own life it’s never ended well. 2. His guilt over wanting freedom and a normal life when he was younger (I’m referring specifically to Stanford era here) 3. His guilt over everything Dean has given up for him. 4. John. 5. Jess.

Ultimately it all comes down to isolation. They both had to be everything to each other, and the deeper they got into this fight, the more people that they lost, the tighter they clung to this notion of family and brothers. I think s11 (and 11x23 in particular) was an important turning point, both for Sam and Dean’s relationship, as well as for them as individuals. Because they weren’t alone there anymore. Cas was there. Sam let Dean walk to his death. Of course, it would devastate him, but he knew it was what had to be done. And he didn’t walk out of that bar and go back to the bunker alone. He had Cas, he had someone who cared about him and wanted to help him and talk to him. Sure Dean asked Cas to take care of Sam for him (you know after Cas offered to walk to his death with him) but Sam let him. He let him be there for him. We didn’t get to see much before the BMOL showed up and blasted Cas away, but still, we saw enough.

I think that’s a significant difference to note why their relationship was different in the Dabb era. It wasn’t just them anymore. Cas was an important member of their family and given a level of importance he’d never been given before and couldn’t have been when the story they were telling was of the dangers of their codependency. Mary was back. Eventually, Jack would become a part of their unit too. Just the two of them wasn’t enough for them anymore. This is made abundantly clear with all of Dean’s desperate attempts to get Cas to stay in s12, followed by his inability to keep going when they lose Cas and Mary in s13. Similarly, Sam really struggles when they lose Jack and fail to get Mary back later in the season.

Another big moment is Dean letting Sam go alone to lead the hunters against the BMOL in 12x22 while he stays back to try and reach Mary. Like he tells Mary, he’s had to be a brother, a father and a mother to Sam and he never stopped seeing him as his kid, but in that moment he makes a choice. He lets Sam take charge and he shows that he trusts him and believes in him. He knows he can handle it.

Sometimes it’s not even a character growth thing. Sometimes having other people there stops you from making destructive choices even though that’s still your first instinct. I’m thinking specifically of 13x21 after Sam was killed. Dean would have run headlong into that nest of vampires and got himself torn apart, but Cas was there to stop him. He was able to make him see reason.

Basically, I think that for a long time, they thought the only relationship they could have was each other, which then became a self-fulfilling prophecy because their desperate attempts to keep each other around led to them losing the people around them. They eventually started to learn that that wasn’t true, they could have more, they were allowed to want more, and that it wasn’t an either-or situation. Dean didn’t have to choose between Sam and Cas. They didn’t have to choose between each other or Jack. The same goes for Mary. Different relationships can coexist without threatening each other, and not say that their relationship in s12-15 was all smooth sailing, but it was certainly so very different from everything that came before.

(There’s maybe a point to be made about how they didn’t have anyone or anything in the finale and how that relates to the story we got, but honestly I have no idea what the intention was with any of the choices made in that episode so I’ll leave it at that for now.)

#asks #winchester brothers #my spn thoughts #long post for ts #Anonymous #spn meta

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slasherhaven · 4 years

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I dont think ive see smth like this in your blog and im really sorry if im crossing a line, you dont have to do this but if you could, could you do vincent and any other slashers youd like with a unplanned pregnant s/o? Like they werent expecting it, how would they react? Im sorry again if this is too specific and out of your comfort zone!

The Slashers’ and their S/O reacting to an unplanned pregnancy:

Thomas Hewitt

A pregnancy can only be good news to Thomas (unless you know it’s going to put your health at risk).

He noticed that something wasn’t right but you both just thought you were sick. It was Luda May that pulled you to the side, telling you that you might be pregnant.

But you both agreed to not tell Thomas until you had taken a test and were positive, you didn’t want him to freak out over nothing.

When you tell him, you are nervous about his reaction since neither of you had talked about it. Even if Luda May had been hinting about grandchildren.

But as soon as you tell Thomas that you’re having his child, he is overjoyed!

He wants to be a father, to have a little family of his own. So what if it wasn’t planned? That doesn’t matter, he still wants this.

He’s smiling, placing a large hand on your stomach (even though you aren’t showing yet).

If you’re still worried about this unexpected turn of events, he would be there to comfort you and reassure you. Don’t worry, Y/n. He’s going to take good care of you and your child.

Michael Myers

You had every reason to be nervous about telling Michael about your pregnancy. You loved him, you really did, and you knew that he loved you but he wasn’t the most...nurturing person.

You really didn’t know what he would think or how he would react.

Even if you don’t think he’s the monster people think he is, a part of you worries that he’d just leave if he decided this wasn’t what he wanted.

But you had to tell him, he was going to find out eventually anyway.

Just as usual, your announcement is met with stoicism. The emotionless mask doesn’t help either. But this is one of the main reasons he wears the mask, so nobody can guess what he is thinking.

He wonders if you’re scared that they’ll turn out like him. Would you love them anyway, just like you love him?

He decides that he’s not going to be a good father (whether that’s true or not is a possibly debatable) but he also decides that he is staying put.

You’re going to be caring for this child, right?

You do notice that he’s much more gentle with you at all times. Maybe he cares more than he likes to show...

Jason Voorhees

You weren’t all that nervous about telling Jason about the pregnancy, you knew he would be there for you both and you knew he would be a good father.

When you told him, Jason definitely had to sit down. You’re pregnant? You’re both having a child.

This is big news! His mother would be so proud!

After wrapping his head around it, Jason will pull you into an embrace. He’s going to be good for you, Y/n!

He hadn’t thought about starting a family with you until now but he quickly decides that he likes the idea lot. He likes the idea of raising a child with you, of being a father.

And he’s going to do his absolute best to be the best father for his child. He’s excited to be taking this step with you.

Time to babyproof the cabin!

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms had noticed that something was right, he thought that you were sick. You did at first but eventually you realised what might actually be happening. So, you got a pregnancy test in the next delivery.

You didn’t want to say anything to Brahms until you were completely sure.

Turns out, you were pregnant and now you had to tell Brahms.

He’s not too pleased at first...neither of you had talked about this, he hadn’t even thought about having children. He doesn’t like surprises and he doesn’t like that he’s going to have to compete for your attention.

He might even sulk about it but he’ll slowly come around to it.

You’re having his child...you’re going to be parents...together...maybe this isn’t so bad.

He definitely needs some time to warm up to the idea but he will eventually, probably reluctantly apologising for how he acted.

Bo Sinclair

Haha, good joke...

...you are joking right? Right, Y/n?!

Well...okay, he guesses. It’s not like he could do anything about it now.

He’s going to pull away from you slightly at first, because he’s doubting his own capabilities as a father. He isn’t meant to have a partner, he isn’t meant to have a kids, a family, any of this...and yet here you were.

He stop pulling away eventually and make up for it. However, he becomes more attentive, more protective. Is pretty much going to try to turn you into a housewife type of partner.

But it’s not like he’s going to be doing all the chores just because you’re pregnant.

If you’re down for that, great! If not, just tell him to relax. You’re pregnant, not dying.

He’ll ‘deal with it’ but warms up to the idea more and more as the pregnancy progresses.

Vincent Sinclair

Is he surprised and worried about his abilities as a father? Completely.

Is he going to let that get in the way of doing the best he can? Definitely not.

He’s in awe of you. He loves you so much and you love him, you’re going to have his child...

Just places his hands on your stomach even though you’re not showing yet, there is a baby in there, his baby. God, he loves you so much.

He hadn’t thought about children, this definitely wasn’t planned but if he was given the choice to change it, he wouldn’t even consider it.

He going to be pretty anxious about it though. Both for the future and wondering if his child will like him, but also for the present. He’s so worried about you getting hurt, he fusses over you all the time, but it’s sweet.

Lester Sinclair

You told him just after you found out, when he had come home and didn’t have anything else to distract him. You could just sit down and tell him and the two of you could talk about it for as long as you needed too.

Gets a little frantic when you tell him.

First he’s pulling you into a kiss because: this is great news! He’s going to be a dad! And you’re the one having his baby! He couldn’t be more thrilled!

But then he’s holding you at arms length, eyes wide as he asks you if he can do this.

He goes through every emotion in the book in under a minute. Just let him go through it and once he’s calmed down, assure him that he’s going to be a great dad.

Because he will be!!!

Bubba Sawyer

Raising a child in the Sawyer household would be chaotic to say the least and that was probably the main cause of your anxiety, since you knew Bubba would try his absolute best to be an amazing father and to be there for you.

You need to collect yourself before you tell him, because you’re going to need to calm him down and reassure him.

When you tell him, he is going to freak out a little. He’s just worried about what this means, are you going to be okay, is he going to be a good father, this house isn’t safe for a child!

Once you’ve calmed him down, he’ll actually be pretty excited about the idea of having a child.

The two of you will have your own little family!

He’s going to give you lots of hugs and kisses while babbling happily, he loves you so much and can’t wait to have this baby now!

Billy Lenz

You knew this was going to be messy. Billy hadn’t exactly shown many signs of responsibility at all and he doesn’t really seem like the fatherly type. Not that he doesn’t have the love to give, you know he does. Just the idea of him raising a child...it’s not something that either of you considered.

But you were definitely pregnant, it was definitely Billy’s baby, and you were definitely going to have to tell him.

When you do tell him, he panics.

He can’t be a father! What?!

Yeah, he’s really freaking out. You’re going to have to comfort him and calm him down, assuring him that everything is going to be okay.

Billy’s just kind of rolling with punches. He really doesn’t know how he’s going to be a father but he loves you so much, so this is just something you’re going to do together.

He figures that as long as you’re there, he’ll be okay, you’ll make sure that everything is okay.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Yes, you were nervous to tell him about the pregnancy. You had no idea how he would feel or what he would think.

But, of course you had to tell him before he found out some other way.

You weren’t even surprised when he barely reacted. He was thinking, you knew that, so you gave him a moment. This whole thing was a surprise for both of you.

“I had my suspicions” well, that wasn’t the response you were expecting.

But of course he noticed the little changes in you. Your fatigue, any sickness you had been feeling. He knew the signs, he already suspected that you were pregnant. So, thankfully, it wasn’t a complete surprise to him.

You’ll never know exactly how he felt when he first started suspecting pregnancy but by the time you tell him about it, he’s already come to terms with it.

(He’s also aware that this would be good for keeping up appearances. He loves you, he does, but he can’t help that his mind often wanders to more logical pros and cons of things)

He gets a little...overbearing, but it’s honestly nice to get all that extra attention from him.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

You’re understandably nervous about telling Jesse, unsure of how he would react and already knowing about his past.

And when you do tell him...yeah, it brings back some less than happy memories. The last time he was going to have a child...well, it didn’t end well.

But you’re different. You know about what he does and you love him despite it. If you want to bring this child into the world, you know completely who they’re father would be and you’d love them anyway.

(Like with Asa, it would be undeniably good for his image, having a spouse and a child, but that’s not something that he’s making decisions based on when it comes to you)

It’s not always easy to throw off Jesse but this did it, and you’re just waiting for his reaction nervously.

Of course, he doesn’t say anything, but he guides you towards him. A hand resting on your stomach as he presses a kiss to your forehead. He’s telling you that he’s okay with this if you are.

Otis Driftwood

You’re not wrong for being a little nervous to tell him or have a child in the Firefly household at all.

I can completely see why you think he might react badly.

However, when you do tell him, he’s actually pretty calm. Sure, he’s surprised, but he takes it well.

Admittedly, he never thought about having kids, and if he did he might have even decided that he wasn’t interested in having them.

But you’re pregnant, you’re both having this child, and that’s okay.

He’ll pull you into him, smirking as he says something along the lines of “so we’re going to be parents, huh?” he’s a little surprised when you just pull him into a relieved hug, but returns it.

He’ll raise them ‘right’, whatever he considers to be right.

All he promises you is that he is going to be a much better parent than his were. That’s it, that’s all he wants to be and he will be.

Yautja (Predator)

You find out at the exact same time. As soon as you start throwing up or just not feeling right, he’s taking you to get some medical attention.

And the medic tells you that you’re pregnant, as blunt as Yautja’s are.

Your mate is overjoyed. This is great news!

Even if the two of you weren’t planning this, he still loves the thought of you carrying his child, of you having his child. Yeah, this definitely isn’t bad news to him.

But he understands if you’re kinda freaking out about this, it was a surprise to you both.

Still, he’s going to be right there for you. Super involved and supportive, assuring you that you’re going to have the best medical care (better than anything you could get on earth). It’s all going to be fine.

Gets ten times more protective, clingy, and affectionate.

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The Fugitive: Finding Home, Pt. 8

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Warnings: strong language, Resident Evil-esque violence and descriptions of gore, and dark/sexual themes, brief mention of suicide

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime trip turned dark. You’re quickly exposed to the sinister and mysterious world of a cursed village under the control of dark leaders. How long will you last and will you ever return home in one piece?

The Fugitive: Finding Home Masterlist

Months passed in the factory.

The unusual summer weather swiftly dwindled into an oppressively cool winter. Your days continued on living with Karl. The two of you moved in unison, flowing throughout the factory as you worked on his metal army. Numbers grew into the hundreds, the process amplified with two sets of working hands.

“Look, Y/n.” He drawled, wiping an already filthy towel across his grimy arms. “This project… this… our army is going to be our ticket to freedom.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know I’m not fond of my siblings.” His hand disappeared into the laundry hamper, reappearing with a clean towel that was offered to you. “I’m even less fond of my lovely mother. Miranda’ll pay for this,” a piece of metal landed in the photo of Miranda that hung on the wall, “for everything.”

“So, your plan is to kill Miranda?”

“Our plan is to kill Miranda and gain our freedom.”

To think, in July, you were traveling with Jezebel. At a time when families gather to hold backyard barbecues, you were experiencing a height of physical pain that most can only imagine. From bullets to bite marks, you’d experienced it all while running on little to no sleep. By August, you were dealing with snuffy maids in what was essentially a blood farm. Lady Dimitrescu had offered you the choice of becoming an experiment or her next glass of wine while students were preparing for the school year. In September, you fell into the arms of another, more flirtatious, Lord. He’d held you indoors until October when you were finally allowed to go outside and see the Duke. When people back in the states were setting out carved pumpkins and dressing up in vibrant costumes, you were being berated by the tired man who professed his feelings in unusual ways. He kissed you.

The village was slowly growing harder and harder to see, even from the tallest watchtower that was rarely utilized. Snow blanketed the land, cornfields dried out, and the ever-present stench of death lurked. The Reservoir’s coasts became icy, the frigid waters rimmed with white frost. You’d become useful to Karl. Not only could you trail behind him, carrying whatever he needed while he worked, you also became a sort of companion.

Your relationship was still murky. Despite endless nights of gentle bliss, curled into one another like a couple of love-struck teens, you’d never given one another titles. There was no “boyfriend,” or “girlfriend,” not even “domestic partner,” or “love interest.” It was just you and Karl, Karl and you. But right now, you were okay with that. There was an unspoken bond between the two of you. In spite of the lack of a title, he was yours and you, his. There were still many things he kept to himself and others that you failed to tell him. The villages secrets were eventually going to be useless. He’d be sure of it. You’d lost hope of returning to a normal life beyond the vast mountain ranges that held the village together. No word had come from the outside world of your parents seeking you. At least, Karl hadn’t found anything in the few resources he possessed.

The fleeting image of Jess faded from your mind as each day passed with the rising and falling of the blazing sun. She’d probably long since forgotten about you after the incident.

Family meetings became sparse as Miranda began traveling outside of the village more. It was appalling, her behavior. She forbade everyone, villagers, Lords, hell...even the livestock, from leaving the village grounds yet she, in all her fading glory, was allowed to come and go as she pleased. She was the exception to her pathetic rule, and everyone was just okay with it. It was how things were around here. Karl spent more time at the factory, and on certain nights he’d take you to walk around the large arena-like field behind it. When the Duke came with deliveries, he’d sometimes let you go alone to retrieve it, always reminding you that he would know if you ventured past the factory grounds. The metaphorical chain was loosening as he grew more comfortable. Miranda hadn’t found you thus far.

The apartment grew homier and homier by the day. At some point, Karl had finally gotten a real bed for the two of you. Blackened metal bars served as the frame, welded and bent to form a rather humble-looking place to rest. You were just happy to no longer sleep on the floor with the roaches. With all the space the queen bed provided, the two of you continually only utilized one side or the other. He insisted you sleep on his side, persistent in the fact that the mattress was just a little fluffier and that it was far warmer than your own. You could have easily had a twin delivered instead.

After nagging, he’d given in on a little decor. The apartment was too drab, too dark and dim. It only brought the two of you down, coming back to a cluttered room of greys and browns. He returned from a quick trip to the village with multiple vases of various sizes and shapes as well as curtains for the windows to replace the ugly paper-thin blinds.

“This is fuckin’ stupid.” He groaned as he set them on the table for your choosing.

“You’re fucking stupid.” The retort elicited a snort from him as he rolled his eyes and tilted his cap.

“Where are ya’ even gonna’ get the flowers from anyway?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

Flowers perked the place up a bit. Bundles of lilac and dried dog roses were scattered about, bringing a freshness that he wasn’t aware existed to his living quarters. It smelled nice, but he wouldn’t admit that to you.

All the piles of wood in the entry room were transported down below by haulers, of whom you still didn’t like being around, to continue the steady stream of heat that powered the factory’s core. Old tires were disposed of...the same way the garbage in the kitchen was.

“Moreau likes tires.” Karl would say as he tossed more over the side of the bridge. Some bounced off of the supporting beams of the bridge, others went straight down into the water with a splash. “Trust me. They’re his favorite.”

You smiled, knowing that was a dirty lie.

Living together had given a new depth to your relationship. You worked like a well-oiled machine. Each mistake he made was counterbalanced by something you did, and vice versa. You were two peas in a pod.

“Tell me.” He implored. “What was your life like before this?”

The topic was never really brought up.

“Typical American suburbia, I suppose.” Your fingers tangled together as you looked up to the flashing stars painted into the night sky. There was so much more to the sky in the isolated village. You’d seen the galaxy for the first time, the cosmos swirled and spiraled together in a spectacular performance of ethereal wonder outlined by the swaying of the lively treetops.

“I went to college, lived paycheck to paycheck, but that’s just kind of how it is.”

“No boyfriend or girlfriend?” His palm pressed into yours, “Husband or wife?”

“If I was in a relationship, do you truly think I’d be shacking up here with you?”

“I don’t know how much spice you like in your life.” He shrugged as you began swinging your arms together in a playful manner. “And, of course, I am quite the catch.”

It was one of those nights. One when Miranda was out of the village, leaving you and Karl to walk freely outside in the crisp air. It felt euphoric, like nothing could hurt you. Nights like these left you on top of the world. He relaxed a little, shed his curt outer shell, and lived in the moment.

“If I did, would that make you jealous?” You teased, enjoying the look of disapproval he shot in your direction.

“You don’t want to see me when I’m jealous, sweetheart.”

“I kinda do.”

“Do you, really?” The tug of his arm had you crashing into his chest, your free hand came to rest against his forearm.

“I think it’s cute.” Your hand grazed his bicep. “You gettin’ possessive and all. But for your information, I didn’t have anyone back home.”

“Good.” A soft grumble escaped. “I’m not possessive.” An ungloved finger swiped across your bottom lip as he brought his hand to cup the curvature of your cheek. “I just know what I want.”

“And what do you want?”

The corners of his mouth quirked upward as the hand that was grasped around your arm snaked around your waist. “More of this would be fucking nice.”

You’d kissed before, many times, in fact. But this one was different. The typical fervent anxiousness that came with roaring passion was subdued and tame. He was gentle, savoring each moment as if it would be the last. Your lips moved in unison like the synchronized bows of a live orchestra, neither one fighting for dominance, neither one submitting.

Waves of electricity washed through your body. Signals went off in your fingers and toes, each tingling more and more with each desperate push and pull. The night sky felt infinite in this moment. The moon, with all its imperfect craters, smiled upon you. A soft glow shadowed your faces, strengthening the fragile intensity of the moment.

“I must admit,” you sighed contently, resting your head against his beating heart, “that was pretty nice.”

“What are you doing?”

The dark rims of his glasses hung from the tip of your nose.

“I wanted to know what all the fuss was about.”

“With?” He raised a brow.

“You wear these nonstop. I think they make it hard to see. It’s already dark enough in the factory, and these make it even darker.”

“Here, try this on f’er size.” The weight of his hat pushed your hair flat against your head. “Just like a mini me.”

He stood back, leaning against the counter top, watching amusedly as you puffed your chest out and pretended to smoke an invisible cigar.

“Look at me, I’m the big guy.” You lowered your voice to a comical level. “Karl Heisenberg, engineer extraordinaire. I build shit in my factory and I keep girls locked in my apartment for months.”

“Girl.” He corrected, folding his arms over his chest.

“I don’t think that makes the statement any better.”

“Probably not…Here.” You felt his coat drape over your shoulders. “Now y’er lookin’ like the stud I know I am.”

“Oh, whatever.” You sassed. “Big man wears big jacket, which…” The distinct smell of odor wafted upward from the material. You pinched your nose. “When was this last washed?”

“When was the last time you did laundry?”

“Karl, you nasty son of a bitch.”

“You’ve got one part of that right.”

It was another one of those nights. A night where Karl had to descend the manufactured staircase to attend a family meeting. You’d bid him farewell, deciding to forego any exploration of the factory in favor of a quiet evening in.

Miranda said it was “urgent,” but there was likely little truth in her statement given the fact that all the meetings were labeled in similar manners. They were all over the same claptrap. Another sacrifice or traveler that somebody had bestowed upon Miranda would be set before the Lords. Karl and Alcina would bicker. Moreau would fawn over Miranda. Angie would run her mouth and Donna would sit quietly. It was rare for any truly pertinent information to be shared at meetings.

“I’ll be leaving the village until further notice.” Miranda announced to the table of three, four if you include Angie. The dinner had gone well considering the circumstances. From what Karl gathered, Moreau was left out in an attempt to not flood his mental stimulation with useless knowledge. He could fix that, Karl pondered, surely some sort of technical device could be implanted to increase brain function. But it wasn’t worth it. Moreau was essentially a mindless blob, intent on following Miranda to the bitter end with no work to show. His heart was in the right place, but he was too eager to please, and that often led to him appearing weak.

The three waited, watching as Miranda indulged herself in the Sanguis Virginis that made Karl gag. The vicarious fluid sloshed around in the flute, coating the sides with a dark residue.

“It’ll be a month.” She contemplated, swirling the crimson liquid around the curvature of the glass. “Maybe less.”

“May I be so bold as to ask,” Alcina finished her cigarette, putting it out in a porcelain ash tray, “what is it that you’ll be doing?”

Miranda smoothed her greased hair back with her hands, closing her eyes for a moment. “I’ve found the perfect vessel for my Eva.” She gave an uncharacteristically motherly smile. “I’ll return with the child.”

“And at that point?” Karl piped up, sitting a bit straighter than before.

“At that point,” Miranda stood, “we’ll have no further use for these pests.” She spat, venom seething from her words. “We can start new.”

“But Mother, what of everything we’ve here?” Alcina was more concerned about her food supply than her position at the hilt of the hierarchy. “My daughters and I need the villagers.”

“Guess you’ll have to go on a diet.” Karl snickered. “You could use it.”

“Or we’ll just have to utilize the supply we have.” She retorted, “I wonder if all that oil changes the flavor.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up. You wish.” He relaxed into his chair and tilted his chin up to peer at her under the rims of his glasses. “I open a window and your kids’ll be dust.”

“Don’t you dare speak of my daughters in such a manner!” The force of her quick movement had the chair behind her clattering to the ground. She towered over the table, eyes shooting perilous daggers at the uncaring man.

“You’re just jealous that they happen to like me more.”

“They loathe you nearly as much as I do. They are as much, if not more, family than you’ll ever be, you wretched fool.”

“Yeah, yeah, my daughters.” He mocked in a trivial manner. “God forbid anyone else here have a differing opinion.”

“I regret to inform you that your opinion doesn’t hold any grounds here.”

“And yours does?”

“It is my castle!”

“Oh yeah? Take a walk outside and see how nobody out there cares either!”

“Enough!”

The two stopped their bickering.

“You will fulfill your duties as caretakers to this land.” Miranda pushed her chair out from the table. “I will call for you when I return.”

She was gone before either of them could say another word.

“That’s why you’re in a good mood?”

Your fingers traced over the frayed seams of his shirt, sending euphoric chills running up and down his back.

He had returned just as you prepared for bed. Drooping eyes and tired yawns came in stark contrast to the excited tone and chip he held upon his shoulder. Bounding into bed after freeing himself of his outer ware, he beckoned you over and positioned you as you laid every night.

“Why would her snatching someone’s kid make you happy?” A thoughtful tug of your lip spurred another comment. “Isn’t that a felony? How do laws work over here?”

His chest rumbled beneath your ear, the deep sound reverberating through his ribs. “It probably is, but she’ll have no use for you anymore.”

“Use for me?” A lump formed in your throat, coaxing you to sit up. Your hand planted firmly on the mattress next to Karl’s chest. He circled his fingers around your wrist, urging you back down. “What do you mean?”

“I thought we talked about this before.” He continued tugging your arm. “You were meant to be an experiment.”

“Yeah, an experiment. I didn’t know I was going to be used as a shell for her musty kid. I thought she was going to strap me to a table and cut out my guts or some shit.”

“Or some shit.” He repeated in an entertained fashion.

In all honesty, you’d figured she’d try to infect you with the Cadou that Karl spoke infrequently of. You’d not seen it before, but from the way he described it, you didn’t want to. Supposedly, all the Lords and lycans had the substance implanted somewhere in their bodies.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

A pensive moment passed. His gaze remained locked onto the ceiling, the hand beneath his head scratched at his salt and pepper hair. The one wrapped around you clutched a bit tighter. He was going to tell you… eventually… possibly. Truthfully, he didn’t want to scare you more than what you had already endured. To most, the experiences you have had would be enough to send them into a tailspin. You were lucky that you still had most of your wits about you.

“I would have eventually.”

You sat back up, unbothered by the tightening of his hand around your waist. “I wish you’d just explain what’s going on here. Karl, I don’t like being left in the dark.”

“You want to know everything?” Sitting up, he released you.

“I do.”

The bed creaked as he put himself in reverse, shimmying toward the top of the bed to rest his back against the headboard. His legs parted slightly, bent at the knee. “Then c’mere.”

For someone who spent the majority of his life alone, he liked affection. Perhaps it was the absence of it that made the longing grow stronger. Perhaps it was just your magnetic pull to his electrified body. You settled between his legs, sitting with your back to his chest as he encased you in his embrace. His chin rested on your shoulder.

“Miranda wants to bring her dead kid back.” He started with a heavy sigh. “We were supposed to be vessels for the child – Alcina, Donna, Moreau, and I.” Your fingers interlocked. “We weren’t good enough, she wanted more. You were another option.”

“But how did she find out I even existed?”

“Y/n, there’s some really fucking bad people out there. Y’know?” He shifted his hands. His palms pressed to the back of your hands as his fingers moved between yours. “Somewhere along the way you must have come into contact with the wrong people and word got passed t’ Miranda.”

“But she… How would she know I was going to be in Europe?”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay, so I’m a vessel… I guess. You, Donna, Alcina, and Moreau are Lords.” He nodded, grinding his chin into your shoulder. “Miranda is the leader of…everything here. Alcina eats people. Moreau is in the Reservoir. Where is Donna?”

“To the north of here, in the mountainside past the forest.”

“Then where does Miranda stay?”

“Mostly in her lab near the megamycete.”

“The mega who now?”

The tilt of his head allowed him to see the draw of your brows.

“Big nasty mold. I’m not too fond of it, myself.

Hours later, he’d relayed most things to you regarding Miranda or the village. A few blurred details were missed here and there. He left out most of his younger years either from embarrassment or from the fading shreds of the memories he did hold. It was something he wanted to leave behind, his past. The future that once was shaded so heavily by the shadow of a psychotic woman was now bright. The light at the end of the tunnel shone brilliantly against the narrowing halls. He could see an optimistic future.

Every picture, every thought, every scenario of what was to come had you in it. The feelings he attempted to dissuade came crashing back into him like pounding waves upon the shoreline. Each crumbling wall of his hardened exterior was caving in on itself. He hated the vulnerability it caused. His deepest thoughts could be coaxed from his lips without second thought at your request. You were simply entertainment to start with. A foreigner dragged into this village by Miranda to be used as a vessel. You were meant to prove your strength in the castle under Alcina’s watchful eye. You were mere fun for him.

Watching you write under his stare was initially just for reactions. Your skin would crawl as he appeared throughout the castle. He loved that. But it grew, the interactions became frequent. He actively took time away from his projects to see how you were doing. Every waking moment of his day revolved around when he’d see you next.

He was a cynical, evil man.

But things changed. You changed him.

The feeling, the one he pushed down for so long, that twisted his stomach. The one that plunged his shoulders when he’d thought you died. The feeling he felt when you returned to the factory with him so many months ago. It was the same sensation that shot through his body when he kissed you for the first time.

He knew what it was.

It was love.

Part 9 - Loose Screws and Tightened Bolts

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