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adhdeancas · 3 years

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12x01 Rewrite with Trans Dean

trigger warnings for minor mention of dysphoria. Also minor/negligent transphobia.

“Mom?” His heart is stopped in his chest, staring at the face he’s kept in his head for all of his life, the face he’s thought of as the only real home he’s ever had. She looks the same, exactly the same. “I… uh, are you really… real?”

He reaches out without thinking, needing to just make sure that Amara didn’t bring back a fantasy or a ghost or a sick joke. She proves it without him touching her, flipping him in a neat trick he recognizes from his own training and ending up with her foot on his neck, pressing him into the dirt. “Where am I? Who the hell are you?”

She looks so scared. Dean swallows, his Adam’s apple bouncing against the bottom of her foot. He needs to make her trust him, preferably before she does something rash like snap his neck. “I’m Dean Winchester. I’m your son. I’m… Sam’s brother”

The pressure lets up on Dean’s neck even though Mary’s shaking her head. “No. No, I don’t have two boys. They’re- they’re just kids.”

Dean winces, breathing heavily. This is gonna be a motherfucker for her to understand. Still, Mary lets him up, and he stands and rubs his neck, trying desperately to recall every bit of information he’s stored away about his mom. “Mom. Listen to me. Your name- your name is Mary Sandra Campbell, okay? You were born December 5, 1954, to Samuel and Deanna Campbell. Your father, he bounced around a lot for, uh, work, and you bounced right along with him, and you ended up in Lawrence, Kansas.”

Mary flinches, the facts hitting straight-on. “How do you know all that?”

“Dad told me.” Dean tells her. He doesn’t tell her that he had to gather the story from slurred words, drunken tears in between stories about the perfect wife. That he recited them in his head like a prayer so he wouldn’t forget her. “March 23, 1972, you walked out of a movie theater - Slaughterhouse-Five. You loved it, and you bumped into a big Marine and you knocked him flat on his ass. You were embarrassed, and he laughed it off, said you could make it up to him with a cup of coffee. So, you went to, uh,” God, what was the name of that stupid place? “Mulroney’s, and you talked and he was cute and he knew the words to every Zeppelin song,” A memory of a smiling young alive Mary comes to mind, and he pushes it away because it hurts. She’s right there. “So when he asked you for your number, you gave it to him, even though you knew your dad would be pissed. That was the night that -” You fell in love with- “that you met -”

“John Winchester.”

“August 19, 1975, you were married… in Reno. Your idea.”Dean had always thought that was hilarious. He looks her in the eyes again, pleading with her to not dispute the next part. “A few years later, I came along, then Sammy.”

“No, no. My oldest was a girl, Deanna.” Mary looks Dean up and down, taking in his short hair, wide shoulders, and flat chest. He crosses his arms over that now, uncomfortable, hoping she isn’t looking at his long eyelashes or his delicate cheekbones or his hips. All the places he’s insecure about.

“Yeah, um… that’s me.” He looks up at her, his jaw clenching, waiting for the ball to drop. “I shortened the name a little, and the- uh- hair.” He tries for the old charming smile as he runs a hand through the spiky hair he hasn’t let grow out in 20 years. It doesn’t quite get there, settling at a more delicate need for approval. Mary doesn’t give it to him. “Do you believe me?”

She bypasses the question, turning her eyes away from him to look at the car behind him. Something changes in her eyes. “I burned.” She says quietly, like she’s remembering the heat. Dean swallows. He remembers the heat too. “How long have I been gone?”

“33 years.” His voice cracks.

Mary looks back to him, and she moves forward, putting two gentle fingers to his cheek, to the freckles sprayed across soft skin. He’s had them forever, even when he was little. “Dee?” She calls him by his old nickname; Dean’s doubly thankful that he doesn’t use his deadname.

“Hi, mom.” There are tears in his eyes.

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“How did he die?”

Dean bows his head. He’s really not selling himself too good here, is he? First the trans thing, now- “He gave himself up for me.” He’ll be surprised if Mary wants anything to do with him. Surprisingly, she chuckles and sniffles.

“That does sound like John.” He looks over, and she’s smiling. His brow furrows. Killing himself to save Dean’s ass does sound like John, but not in a way that makes him want to smile. “And he was a hunter? And he raised-” She stutters now, looking at him again and looking away just as quickly. “You and Sam to be-”

“Yeah, he did.” A cold weight is settling in Dean’s stomach, and he tries and fails to not let it seep into his words.

“And you said we’ve met before, when you traveled through time,”

Dean nods. It had been horrible and amazing to see Mary and have her see him, just as some guy. A guy, at all. “Twice. Your memory got wiped, so…” So you don’t remember me telling you I was your kid, and you not believing me. I do.

“And you’re… my daughter-”

Dean coughs. He hasn’t been called a daughter in a long-ass time. “No, I’m- I mean. I was. I know it’s a lot. And I’ll explain everything. I will. But right now, let’s get out of here. Let’s get you home. Come on, Mom.”

She doesn’t correct him, which means she must believe, at least a little bit, that she is his mom.

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“You live here?” She looks around the cavernous space and he smiles, looking around too. It really is awesome.

“Yeah, when we’re not on the road. It’s an old Men of Letters bunker.”

“Men of Letters?” She scoffs. Dean grins a bit and looks at her. He thinks he likes her. “They’re a myth. An old hunter’s story.”

He tilts his head. He’s just gonna keep blowing her mind today, apparently. “Not so much. New duds look good.” He gestures to her clothes. He’d lent her some extra clothes he’d had in the trunk, and he tries not to fixate on how they weren’t that big on her. He’s not much taller than her, and he knows part of that even is the heeled boots he’s wearing.

“Well, thanks. It’s better than walking around in that nightgown the rest-” Dean’s nodding, about to say something extremely awkward like ‘Yeah, nightgowns are a bitch,’ when he finally looks at what she’s staring at, spattered on the floor of the bunker. “That’s blood.”

“Yeah.” Dean’s heart leaps into his throat, but he goes into autopilot before he can think about freaking out. He takes his gun out from his pants and cocks it, clearing the immediate area. A blurred sigil on the wall puts another bolt of fear through his chest. “Sammy? Cas?” He winces at how high his voice goes.

He takes the Map Table’s gun out from its hiding place and hands it to Mary. She was a hunter too, and he’s not about to leave her unarmed to clear the place. “Take this. Stay here.” Dean takes off immediately. It isn’t until he’s moving on to check the kitchen that he hears the voice. Mary’s clear as a bell, saying,

“Hands, now,”

Dean’s in the room before he can think about it. His heart practically comes undone when he sees that dumb familiar trench coat. He puts his body between Cas and his mom’s gun immediately, hoping she will trust him enough not to shoot through him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! It’s okay, it’s okay. He’s a friend, all right?” He meets Cas’s eyes and sees the utter relief in his eyes, and a surge of warmth fills his chest. “Hey, Cas.”

It’s a lackluster greeting when they both thought they’d never see each other again, and Cas shows it when he steps forward quickly and pulls Dean into a tight hug. “Dean!”

Dean grins and pats his back. “Hey, okay. All right,” He comforts him quietly.

“Dean, you’re alive?” Cas pulls away and looks him over, like he’s afraid Dean might disappear. Dean nods, understanding; he had done the same thing to Mary, after all.

“Yeah.”

“What about the bomb and the Darkness? What happened?”

“I’ll tell you everything. Where is Sam?”

“He’s not here.” Obviously. Dean could smack him, but his face wants to break into a fond smile instead. He represses both urges.

“Are you a hunter?”

“No, I’m an angel.”

“He’s an angel.” Dean says over Cas. They look at each other and then back at Mary.

“Come again?”

“An angel, with a capital A,” Dean clarifies. He feels, ridiculously, a little bit like he’s showing off. Showing Cas off. “You know, wings, harp.”

“No, I don’t have a harp.”

Dean laughs. “This is Castiel. Cas, this is… Mary. Winchester.”

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“It’s been kinda weird, here. You know, with mom being back?” And learning that her baby girl is now a full grown man? “It’s like we don’t know how to act around each other, so we just kinda make this small talk, and act like it’s normal, but it’s- it’s so not normal.” Dean can hear the pleading in his voice.

“What has she said to you?” Cas asks quickly. Dean bites his lip to hide the smile he’s trying to get from hearing Cas get all angry and protective on his behalf. He’s reminded of the time Cas looked him directly in the face and said, ‘Dean Winchester, if anyone is ever transphobic to you, I will smite them immediately and without any remorse.’ And before Dean could make a quip about internalized transphobia, Cas added, ‘Do not make me do that to you.’

“Well, nothing. That’s- that’s the whole point.” It’s the kind of thing most people usually wanna go over, what the fuck gender their kid is? He’s pretty sure no news does not mean good news in this context.

“Okay, what have you said to her?”

“Well, nothing. I’m- I don’t know what to say to her, y’know? It’s like it’s all too much, and I don’t wanna overwhelm her.”

“Dean, your identity is not ‘too much.’” Cas says immediately. Dean sighs. That wasn’t what he meant, even though he has said something similar before. Something when he was lonely and sad and feeling like explaining his dick to a one night stand was too complicated for him to do to even assuage it that way.

“No- I know. It’s not that. It’s… everything.”

Now it’s Cas’s turn to sigh. “Don’t make things unnecessarily complicated, as you humans tend to do. I’ll call you.” He hangs up.

Dean lets the phone fall with his arm limp to his side. “Yeah. Great. That’s helpful.” He says to the empty air. “That’s helpful.” Asshole.

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They’re in the car, and Dean is driving, and there is too much going on. He’s not sure whether he’s happy that Cas is in the backseat for this conversation or not. “So you’re… my Deanna.”

Dean’s hands tighten on the wheel. He looks at them and ignores the voice in his head that says they are petite. Womanly. “Uh, yeah. I was born Deanna Jane Winchester.” He clears his throat and meets Cas’s eyes in the rearview. He gives him a little nod, and Dean continues. “I’m… It’s called trans.”

Dean risks a look over at Mary, and she’s playing with her ring. “So you… wanted to be a boy.”

Dean clears his throat again. He’s pretty sure he does it every time before he talks, and he’s also pretty sure his voice gets lower every time he talks, too. He swears it’s an automatic reflex.

“Dean’s soul is- that of a human man.” Cas interrupts, saying it like that clarifies things. The corner of Dean’s mouth tilts up a little bit. Cas did tell him that he could see his soul, and also told him that it was, and he quotes ‘A color more similar to that of a men than women.’ Which, yeah, that tracks. He guesses Cas leaves off the ‘more similar’ part to make things simpler for Mary.

“And so you…” Mary trails off, a finger pointing toward his chest aborting its mission when she realizes it might be rude.

Dean raises an eyebrow with amusement. “Cut my tits off? Yeah.” He takes a hand off the wheel to raise his shirt, proudly showing off his top surgery scars. Mary trails a hand along them, feeling the raised skin. “After Sammy went to college. It was a bitch of a few weeks, but it was worth it.”

Mary takes her hand away and nods, brows furrowed like she’s trying to wrap her head around it. Dean grins. The grin freezes awkwardly, the edges tilting down, when Mary opens her mouth again. “So you have a-”

Cas coughs loudly in the back seat. Dean meets his wide eyes with a similar expression, and Mary cuts off the question, catching onto the fact she said something wrong. “Don’t think we really need to go there, do we, mom?”

That was a question for him and whatever lucky son of a bitch (gender neutral) ended up in his bed at the end of the night. “Right.” Mary says quickly. She turns her whole body then, asking, “Is that why you like men?”

Dean only swerves a little, he swears. The car coming the opposite direction doesn’t seem to agree, holding its horn long and hard. Luckily, it gives him a moment to stutter less obviously.

“Sorry, I just meant- since you two are-” Mary gestures between Cas and Dean, and Dean blinks his eyes solidly, trying to convince himself this is really happening.

“No! I mean, we-” Dean doesn’t have the balls (hehe) to look at Cas in the back seat, but he can see the trench coat shifting out of his peripheral. “I’m not-”

“Was John okay with this?”

Dean laughs. It comes out bitter and dark. “Dad didn’t much give a fuck what I did with my body. He’d given up on grandkids about the time he saw how decent I was at hunting, so my long hair wasn’t a personal loss.” He knew I wasn’t gonna live long enough to give him grandkids, not without some self-sacrifice on John’s part.

Mary looks a little shocked at his outburst, and Dean almost feels bad for being so blunt and crass. But then he remembers growing up with John as his male role model, and he tightens his jaw. No, the bluntness and crassness was accurate. “Oh.”

“... Yeah.” Dean bites his lip and risks another glance at his mom.

“So, you’re okay with this?” He waves a hand at himself. Asking if she was okay with him was just too pathetic, even for him. She looks at him uncertainly, a frown he recognizes as his own on her face.

“I don’t think I’m okay with any of this, Dean. But… I guess I’ll adjust.”

#tw: dysphoria #trans dean #destiel #deancas #ftm dean #transmasc dean #fanfic #dean is trans #my writing #mine

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fanfic-cave · 3 years

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Injured Pt. 2

Rating: SFW/PG-13

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: not so subtle hint to Hunter x Fem Jedi!OC

Warnings: Blood/bleeding, burn, and just general injured person, swearing, and FLUFF TIME (also sparks of feelings and the characters not recognizing them is like a drug to me so have fun)

Summary: You commissioned the bad batch to take you to Dantooine for your own personal mission in search of a Jedi temple, being an ex-jedi clone wars veteran. The rogue clones inevitably find a fight, which leads to Hunter getting injured. How will you all escape, and will you be able to rescue Hunter before its too late?

Authors note: Thanks for the notes on part 1! If part 1 was action, this is where the fluff ensues.

Link to part one here

You saw the blood on Hunter's hands, and images flashed through your brain. Dead clone troopers, your last fight on Umbara where your battalion was wiped out. I can’t let that happen again. You dove out of your cover and rushed to him. “Wrecker, help me get him!”

Echo shouted in through comms “Crosshair, focus your shots on whoever's firing that thing!”

You easily avoided the blaster fire, and with Wreckers help you pulled Hunter back to cover. You started assessing the blaster injury on him. It looked black and red, splotches of blood staining his uniform. “Hunter, can you hear me?”

Hunter gripped his side where the blaster shot him. “Yeah.” His voice sounded a bit weak. He wasn’t doing too great.

“I can help him, but we need to get to the ship now.” You spoke to the group.

“I’ve got it!” Tech spoke triumphantly, and made quick movements with the stolen comm unit he held. Suddenly all fire ceased from the Empires troopers. You peeked out and saw the troopers were clutching their heads, like they were in pain. It looked like Tech was sending them some strong feedback, a few had even passed out.

“Let’s move!” Echo called out. Wrecker helped Hunter stand, you went to the other side to support him, and you began your retreat. Crosshair remained for a minute to shoot down some troopers who were recovering, then he joined in the escape.

The ship wasn’t far, and you fortunately made it there in time before you and the group had to engage in another skirmish. Omega was standing by the ship, and saw you approach. She looked at Hunter and you think you saw tears well up in her eyes. “Hunter!” She ran toward him. “Is he okay? What's wrong?”

“Just a blaster shot, don’t worry about it.” Hunter spoke and gave her a reassuring nod. You knew he didn’t know for sure if he was okay or not. Everyone boarded the ship quickly.

“Get him to the medical station and do what you can Sera, Tech let’s get the ship out of here.” Echo spoke. He seemed to be comfortable acting as lead to the group with Hunter being more or less out of commission.

You and Wrecker moved to the medical bay with Hunter held up between the two of you, everyone else stayed behind. Crosshair had put a hand on Omegas shoulder to keep her from following you. Once at the small medical station on the ship, Wrecker helped set Hunter down.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Wrecker asked. He looked at you with worry written all over his face

You removed Hunter's helmet and the top of his armor, being gentle with your movements. “I think I can fix this, give me a minute.” His face looked a little pale, a sheen of sweat coating his skin.

The boys knew you had medical experience. There was a day where Omega had sprained her ankle while you were in the area. You were able to treat the small injury, and she healed relatively fast. Then she got a scratch, then Wrecker hit his head, and soon enough you began to get calls from them if a serious injury was involved. They knew to give you space and let you work.

You hesitated, and then removed your mask, setting it aside on the nearby table. Your hood fell to your shoulders. None of the bad batchers, save for Omega, had seen you without your mask, but you needed it off to work better. Plus with the battle you all went through together, you figured hiding your face wasn't a priority right now. Your blonde hair was in a tight braid. It was short and barely extended past the base of your skull. Hunter looked at you curiously, but his gaze kept shifting, like he was having a hard time staying conscious. “Keep your eyes open Hunter. I’m gonna clean this and we’ll get you patched up.”

You wiped some sweat off of him and he nodded at you, gritting his teeth. You cut away his shirt, and revealed the wound. You saw he was quite toned and muscular once the shirt was gone, and you felt your face grow warm.

Stop looking at his muscles Sera. You shook your head to snap out of it and got back to work. There were multiple shots on his right flank, nearly missing the center of his abdomen. His skin was burned where the shots had hit him. The burn wasn’t too deep, but there was some blood and irritation. Hunter must’ve been in a lot of pain. You glanced at his face. He was good at hiding it.

You administered a numbing agent, hoping to help with the pain. He seemed to relax a bit after this. Then, you looked around to check and be sure nobody else was in the room to watch. You closed your eyes, and put your hand over the wound. You opened yourself up to the force, and used it to sense Hunter's body. After a moment of concentration, it was easy to start the flow and you began to heal him. This was the real reason why you excelled in first aid: you could heal with the force, and it had made you a damn good general during the clone wars.

I still couldn’t save them. My troopers.

You cast the thought away quickly. You stopped your force healing, and got to work with bacta. You hadn’t used the force to seal up his wound, but you tried giving some life force to him as an attempt to ease away more of the pain and give him some strength. He seemed to gain a bit more color, and he looked stronger.

“You don’t look so bad.” Hunter said. He was looking at you, studying your face. You raised your eyebrows at him questioningly as you cleaned his wound out.

“Without the mask, I mean. You look nice.” You felt the heat return to your face again. You thought of his somewhat exposed body in front of you, then glanced at his face. “You’re not too bad yourself,” You said teasingly.

“I mean it.” He countered. “Why the mask?” You sighed at his question. That’s complicated.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” He averted his gaze. He seemed embarrassed, or maybe sorry that he had gotten that reaction from you. You watched him for a second, debating whether or not to share.

You looked back at your hands and kept working as you spoke. “You’re all hiding from the Empire, right? Let’s just say you’re not the only ones.” He contemplated what you said for a moment.

“Thank you Sera.” Hunter's eyes found yours, trying to hold your gaze. He seemed earnest in his appreciation.

“Just don’t get into the habit of getting shot, alright?” You smiled at him and he chuckled at your joke. You sealed a large bacta patch on the wound. “But I think you’ll live today.”

“I also meant for coming and helping us.” He made eye contact with you. You felt a flutter in your chest, an unexpected response from his intense gaze.

You broke away from his gaze and sat down. “It was nothing. Like I said, I thought you guys could use the help. And I know you’re all capable, but I wanted to do what I could.” You shrugged when you finished.

Hunter sat up and put a hand on your shoulder. “We could’ve been in worse shape without you today Sera. That wasn’t nothing.” His hand was warm. You became more aware of your breathing suddenly and took a deep breath. You looked back up to him, and he was still staring at you. He wasn’t the easiest person to read, but you could tell he really wanted you to know that he was grateful.

You put your hand on top of his. More warmth spread through your body. “It was really nothing Hunter.” You smiled shyly now. Well, this is kinda weird. You thought. Why am I feeling like this around Hunter? Is it because he’s not wearing a shirt? You continued contemplating why you felt your heart trying to beat out of your chest, and the fact that Hunter's touch made an electric current pulse through your body. Maybe because I don’t have the mask on. Being exposed and whatnot. You decided this was a good theory.

“Let me know if you start feeling some pain, I'll be able to help.” You squeezed his hand as you spoke. “Sure thing.” He replied. You felt his fingers twitch underneath yours. You felt the flutter in your chest again when his fingers moved under yours.

The door opened and Omega walked in. “Hunter, are you okay?” She walked up to him, looking at the patch on his side. You felt his hand slip out between your shoulder and hand, taking his warmth with him. “Yeah kid, I’ll be fine thanks to her.” He tilted his head towards you.

“Hunter, it’s really-“ you interjected again, preparing to downplay your role in helping Hunter. Omega had interrupted you though by giving you a hug. You looked down for a second, then quickly glanced at Hunter. You thought you saw him smile, but he was getting up now. You looked back to Omega and patted her back, returning the hug. “Thank you Sera!” She released you and looked up at you with admiration. You had a soft spot for her, and you couldn’t help but smile genuinely at her. “Sure, Omega. It was no problem.”

Hunter walked past you two, then stopped at the door, leaning at the frame. You watched him, an eyebrow raised questioningly. He turned to look at you. “You know, we could probably use your help more often if we go out on more missions like this. I’m sure everyone else would agree.”

“Are you asking me to tag along when there’s a next time?” you asked, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows to emphasize the when, not if. You were smirking too, enjoying the fact that Hunter was asking for your help. It was a rare occurrence and you wanted to enjoy the moment by teasing him for it.

He sighed. “Yeah, I am.” He looked away from you and waited for your response. Your smirk turned into a smile. You stood up and walked to Hunter, slightly punching his arm. “Yeah I could come and save your ass more.” You laughed, and he rolled his eyes at your comment.

Omega looked between the two of you, happy at the relationship that seemed to be developing. “You saved their ass?” She spoke, and your eyes widened. Hunter said “Hold on Omega, Sera didn’t mean to say that, Right?” He looked at you with furrowed brows, and the tone of his voice dropped when he addressed you. “Yep! That word doesn’t exist Omega, don't say it!” The words came out quickly and you walked past Hunter with a quick movement.

“Sera!” He followed you and exited out of the med station, you sensed a quippy back and forth conversation was about to happen. You smiled as he moved to follow you. I think I just made a friend. You thought. And if your suspicions were correct, you think you would get another 5 friends down the road.

#tbb #tcw #the bad batch #the clone wars #star wars #hunter #echo #tech #crosshair #wrecker #omega #hunter x reader #hunter x jedi #jedi #dantooine #havoc marauder #fanfiction #fanfic #the bad batch x reader

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lunasblipsandblurbs · 3 years

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hi darlin! if youre able, could you maybe write somethin about the boys getting a call from the reader where theyre crying and they want their man to come get them? how would the boys react? who would go into panic mode and who would go into protector mode? hope you are doin well! happy holidays!!

ohhh loving the ~drama~ of this one. Also I am def the bitch to call someone crying so self indulgence lets gooooo

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Also happy holidays bbys! Sorry im a bit slow with requests latley, tis the holiday season so Im a busy bee rn.

Din Djarin

PROTECTOR MODE ACTIVATED, for real the fact you called him CRYING, something Din is not accustomed to just sent a death wish on the person who upset you. Din is immediately giving you instructions on where to seperate yourself from the situation upsetting you as he is already landing the crest and leaving the ramp, stalking off to find you, and he will it will only take like 20 minites max with this bounty hunter.

Javier Peña

He's up and out of his office ripping his keys from his desk drawer. He didn't even really hear what was upsetting you but he knows your location and hes already bolted out the door. Javi's learned the hardest way to not let that bad feeling in your stomach be, especially regarding people he cares for. He's not taking any more chances as he busts through your apartment to find out you're so upset because your pet fish, flounder, passed. He's honestly gonna release a huge sigh of relief when he hugs you. Its just the fucking fish making you sad...he will just go get you another one if you want? But its NOT THE SAME JAVI

Frankie Morales

Panic this man is fucking panicing and the panic ends up morphing into being pissed. Who or what the fuck has upset you to the point of you calling Frankie from your office bathroom begging him to pick you up from your office party. As he pulls up he hits the curb graclessly in his mission to get to you ASAP. Once he finds you he instantly ushers you into his truck, it's a safe haven for you both. He doesn't make you explain anything as he drops a comforting hand to your thigh, squeezing the thickest part periodically.

Ezra (prospect)

When Ezra's headset fuzzes in your voice crying, in obvious distress he's instantly going to panic. He's already speaking a mile a minute asking you tons of questions of where you are. Once he comes upon you on your knees with some imbecile pointing a thrower to your glass he does not hesitate to whip out his blaster and kill the intruder with no second thought. He's going to call it a day then and there as you both make your way back to your pod, you sniffling quietly as Ezra has your hand locked with his, leading the way.

Max Phillips

Max is going to leave his work meeting early with no qualms upon hearing your message from his secretary. Yes, he hypnotized the old bastards to just take the deal and GTFO so he can speed off to pick you up. Once you plop yourself into his car he's gonna reach over and gently massage the back of your neck as he drives back to your place. Trying to sooth any headaches before they can even begin. You'll talk once your home and more calm anyway.

Pero Tovar

WOW so the random merchant just WANTS to die today, okay. When Pero finds you back home after he saw you on your horse rush out of the town square he instantly is mounting his own, racing after you. By the time he reaches your shared home your already inside in bed crying into Pero's pillow. When he rubs your back gently coaxing you into telling him whats so upsetting. Once he hears tho what the merchant said to you, his eyes immediately cloud with rage as he stalks across the room and grabs his sword, leaving with only a "I will be back shortly, Amor."

Marcus Pike

Oh this man is going to instantly go into protector mode. He loves you with his whole person and he cannot handle your tears. He empathizes with you on the phone and calms you down enough so you are only sniffling. He's on the phone with you the whole car ride there until hes at your work building. He's gonna find you and give you his keys, having you go to the car as he strolls off to have a 'friendly' conversation with your creepy ass co-worker and then your boss. Flashing them his F.B.I badge was an instant threat to both parties. After that there were no more crying phone calls.

Agent Whiskey

This man is like insanely protective over you as is. And the fact you call him crying instantly lights a raging fire in the pit of his stomach. He goes into secret agent mode immediately finding you and instructing you gently to go to the bronco. When he swaggers back to the car sporting some bloody knuckles you really don't need to ask what happend, Jack's smile already comfirms he got what you both wanted.

Dave York

When you call Dave crying in hystarics he's going to calmly tell you he's on his way and to "don't worry baby, I'll be there." And when he gets there he's instantly scanning the situation to figure out what went down without asking you to dive deep into whats upsetting you. By the time your both home he has you tucked under his chin, sitting on his lap together on the love seat. You explain to him what happened as he frowns and plays with your wedding ring. When you reveal exactly who hurt you he already has a plan on how to um...get rid of your problem? He's a murder man and the fact this asshole just harrassed his spouse? Nope they're dead.

Zach Wellison

His Marine training is going to kick right in. He wont even realize it but on the phone with you his voice changes into something commanding with no questions asked he tells you where to place yourself so he can find you as quickly as possible. He hates it when you cry and the fact hes not already there to calm you down kills him. He's going to find you and rush you out of the environment causing you stress. Once you two get home he knows how exhausting crying is so he showers with you and soothes you to nap together to try and have somewhat of a restart to the day.

Omar Assarian

He. Is. Pissed. Who the fuck just made his partner fucking cry!? He is going to puff up to a larger stance with the rage, going into his boxer mode. Serious, no nonesense, and to the point. You don't win by dancing around your opponent. So he's going to ask you right away what the issue is and what you need him to do right now. HE wants to just go off and start beating up whoever upset you but this is about YOU, what do you need from him right now? Hes gonna get you back to your place asap so you can calm down and be as comfortable as possible. You two are gonna end your day cuddled up binging trash tv as you sport Omar's hoodie.

#din djarin x reader #javier pena x reader #frankie morales x reader #ezra (prospect) x reader #ezra prospect x reader #max phillips x reader #pero tovar x reader #marcus pike x reader #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels x reader #dave york x reader #zach wellison x reader #omar assarian x reader

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mqgriett · 3 years

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Wrecker- Proposals are hard

Requested by @night-writer-writer ! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader

Warnings: none!

Summary: for months now Wrecker has been planning to propose and what could go wrong with the rest of the bad batch trying to help him?

Note: this was so much fun to write and I love my little squish Wrecker

“This one?” asked Tech for the tenth time today. He was steadily growing more and more irritated with his brother turning down every gemstone he held up.

The only other person more annoyed than Tech was the jeweler, who’s eyes were starting to shut as he waited on the large clone to choose a ring. Four out of the six Bad Batch members had been inside of the small store for at least five hours now, which was evident based on the fact that the sun had set a while ago.

Wrecker shook his head without even looking at the stone in Tech’s palm, eyes fixated on a gem that was seemingly floating in a case behind the counter.

Tech scoffed and gave the jewel back to the clerk, who reluctantly placed it back inside the case.

Crosshair made his way across the room, grabbing Wrecker’s shoulder and gently shaking him in an attempt to grab his attention. “I don’t know how much longer Echo’s gonna be able to distract ‘er, Wreck.” he said with a dry chuckle. When he didn’t answer Crosshair followed his brother’s gaze, looking in the direction of the case in the background.

A loud sigh traveled through the store as Hunter joined the rest of his comrades. He stared down at his hand, mindlessly pushing around all of the stones he had picked out. “Okay I’ve got a few red ones, a couple ‘a white, and some-” his eyes found the case that Wrecker was staring at and he couldn’t speak. “Nevermind.” he said definitively, letting the gems fall out of his grasp. The jeweler let out a frustrated and muffled groan, knowing he would have to clean that mess up.

Wrecker finally spoke, “That one. I want that one”

The clerk glanced over his shoulder and shook his head, “I’m afraid that one’s not for sale.”

“I’ll give ya’ three hundred credits for it.” Wrecker blurted subconsciously, slamming his palms on the glass counter. He tossed all the money he brought with him towards the worker, all without taking his eyes off the gem.

“That is a real kyber crystal from the caves of Ilum. It will be much more than three hundred credits.” responded the jeweler with a small laugh.

“How about five hundred?” Crosshair asked, folding his arms over his chest. He smirked at the clerk, willing to pitch in his own credits to help his brother and to see the face of the shop owner when they left the store with that stone. He set the credits next to Wrecker’s, popping a toothpick in his mouth after.

He shook his head, “I’m afraid that still would not be enough.”

Hunter narrowed his eyes, feeling the judgement seeping off of the jeweler. He dug through his own pocket, proudly setting another three hundred credits next to Crosshair and Wrecker’s.

“How about…” Tech’s voice trailed off as he approached the counter and counted the amount of money in his palm simultaneously, “one thousand two hundred fifty-seven credits and seventy-three cents.” he concluded proudly.

The shop owner stroked the small beard that grew on his face, thinking hard about his decision. He snatched the silver and gold bars off the counter and grumbled, “fine.”

Wrecker clapped his hands together, hugging his brothers so tightly that they physically needed to push themselves off of him. He excitedly repeated, “thank you,” over and over again as the jeweler carefully extracted the crystal from its case,

“She better say yes or you’re paying me back.” Crosshair muttered as they left the store, only half-joking.

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Echo had been trying his best for the past five hours to distract you. For the first two you just played Sabacc, but then you started to ask him where everyone went.

You sat on the stairs of the Marauder, staring out into the dark night sky. “Echo, they’ve been gone for hours. They didn’t even say where they were going.” you said as he sat down next to you.

Echo scratched the back of his head nervously, “they’ll be back soon. You want to play another game ‘a Sabacc?” he offered.

You ignored his offer, growing more and more worried by the second. “Why are we even on Lothal?” you threw your arms in the air and shouted, “it’s deserted!” A few loth cats, who had most likely been sleeping, growled at the sound of your loud voice. It was late, well past 0600 when Wrecker said he would be back. “Try Hunter’s comm again, please.” you asked Echo.

“Just did, nothing.” he said, “hey how about some Sabacc?” he pointed behind him to the inside of the ship.

“Tech?”

“Nope, but we can watch your favorite holodrama.” Echo placed his arm on your back.

You sighed, “Wrecker?”

He shook his head, “no, how about we go mess up Hunter’s hair supplies, eh?”

“Crosshair?”

He chuckled, “he never answers his comms anyway.”

You hugged your knees to your chest, resting your chin atop them. “What if something happened to them?”

Echo laughed nervously, “They’re fine. Wrecker said they’d be back soon.”

“Yeah, at 0500. It’s 0815 now.” you mumbled. The more your mind raced the more horrible thoughts filled your head. Nothing good ever came from Lothal. This was where you had originally been found by the Bad Batch, where Wrecker had rescued you from a trap that Tarkin had set. Matter of fact, you weren’t too far from where that had all happened.

A tear streamed down your face as you buried your head in your knees, careful to not alert Echo.

Despite your efforts he noticed and scooted closer to you. He placed his hand on your back gently, not wanting to startle you . “I’m sure they’re gone for a good reason.”

You sniffed loudly, “today is our anniversary.”

“Who’s?” he asked, cocking his head to the side like a confused animal.

Your sleeve wiped under your nose, “Wrecker and I’s anniversary. It’s been two years. But he’s been so distant these past two weeks.” You combed your hair back with your fingers, sighing heavily, “I just hope he hasn’t lost interest.”

In that moment he considered telling you what Wrecker had been planning for the previous two months, but he knew he couldn’t without no-doubt receiving a verbal assault from the rest of the Bad Batch.

Echo desperately tried to hide his smile as he heard the sound of four speeders approaching, he acted as calmly as he could and tapped your shoulder to point you in the direction that he heard the noise.

You practically jumped down the other six stairs, sprinting immediately towards Wrecker as he took his helmet off and dismounted the speeder.

“Ner kar'ta!” he smiled, opening his arms up for you to hug him as you usually did when he returned from a mission.

You pushed him backwards, “it’s been five hours! You said one hour tops!”

Hunter stepped forward, “we got caught up-”

You quickly shut him down with a warning glare and began to pace back and forth, counting on your fingers after each sentence. “First, you refuse to tell me what planet we go to and all of you, besides Echo, ignore me for a week. Second, within an hour of landing you four take off on some mission without telling either of us where you’re going. Third, none of you answer your comms the entire time you’re gone. Lastly, today was our anniversary Wreck!”

He tried his best to interject, “Wait-”

You slapped the back of your right hand against the palm of your left, “If you’re going to leave for hours then please at least lie to me about where you’re going. You could have been dead!” You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, allowing them to just to stream down your face and onto the dry dirt of Lothal.

“Cyar'ika-”

“I don’t mean to sound so overdramatic but I feel like you just don’t need me anymore.” You spun on your heels and began to walk towards the Marauder. Echo caught your shoulders and spun you back around to face your boyfriend of two years.

Your breath caught in your lungs, a pit forming at the bottom of your stomach as you faced Wrecker. He kneeled on one knee, a small ring in between his large fingers.

He spoke in an unusually small voice, hands trembling as held the ring, “I still love you, I promise.” Wrecker swallowed the ball in his throat, “will you marry me?” your name followed the question as he anxiously waited for your answer.

“Oh wow.” you gasped, “that why… that’s why you…” you turned and faced Echo, “that’s why he…” Your head started to spin, “that’s why we’re on…” you stared down at endless planes of Lothal.

He shuffled forward on his knees, capturing your attention again with those big eyes of his.

“Yes.” You exhaled, lunging forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. He stood up and hugged you tightly, swaying you from side to side. Your feet dangled off the ground as he held you.

The other four Bad Batch members all simultaneously let out a breath they had been holding for the longest time. Tech and Crosshair were nearly purple, Echo and Hunter on the verge of fainting.

Wrecker gently slid the ring on your finger and the kyber crystal danced in the moonlight. The pale-blue color was beautiful, the mere thought of actually getting to marry the love of your life making you smile from ear to ear. You smothered your now-fiance in kisses, unable to take your eyes off of the ring.

“I’m sorry for not telling you. I messed up real bad on that.” he sighed, finally able to formulate sentences again.

Hunter scratched the back of his neck, “That, would have been my idea.” he said with a nervous chuckle. He was quick to defend himself, “but Cross suggested the shop we went to, that’s why it took so long.”

“Oh please,” retaliated Crosshair, “Tech is the one who suggested the two-month planning.”

“And all four of you made me stay back here to play over fourty games of Sabacc with Echo.” you said sarcastically.

Echo’s eyebrows furrowed, “I thought you liked Sabacc.”

#clone trooper wrecker #wrecker #bad batch #clone force 99 #clonetrooper #clone trooper echo #clone trooper crosshair #clone trooper hunter #clone trooper tech #starwars #clone wars #wrecker is a bean who must be protected #wrecker x reader

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katnissmellarkkk · 3 years

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Andddd here’s my chappy three thoughts 🥳🥳🥳

Hmmm Katniss saying that her mother has a dress made of velvet is actually really interesting because it shows that Mrs. Everdeen Lily-Rose really was well-er off before she married Katniss’ father Hunter.

Or did she get the velvet dress from Maysilee? Oh well, who knows.

Aww, Katniss’ nervous habit of touching soft things repeatedly to soothe herself 🤧🤧.

“Crying is not an option. There will be more cameras at the train station.” — someone tell that to Peeta 🤣🤣🤣.

Okay I gotta stop picking on Primmers, I know but like. How small is she that she sits on Katniss’ lap like a toddler but then in the following year is the same height as her? Doesn’t matter I know but still I wonder.

Okay so Mrs. E is the doctor for the people of the Seam? Idk I never thought about this but who does people like Peeta or Madge or Delly go to if they’re sick or hurt? Is there a still running apothecary shop that Katniss never mentions? Are her grandparents still running the family biz?

Also okay, I gotta stop having so many thoughts on all the lil details I know but like. Katniss says here she’s familiar with the herbs her mother doesn’t grow on her own so like a). Katniss is more of a healer than she leads on because no average person knows what kind of plant is medicinal and b). Her mother is just growing herbs and Katniss never mentions it again in the whole series? Or I just missed it.

Okay imma move on from this one singular paragraph but Gale and her made a pact a year ago that they’ll supply each other’s family with game if they were to be reaped... I’m feeling like their close friendship is probably only one year old then? Idk. Just my interpretation.

Honestly I love Katniss getting mad at her mom here.

She’s sixteen, for God’s sake, of course she’s angry at what her mother’s illness put her through.

Also I lowkey like that her mother got mad back because that lady in the movies had zero personality.

“Boys who are two to three times my size.” She sounds so little, omg 🥺🥺🥺.

“I don’t care if we’re rich, I just really want you to come home” 🤧🤧🤧😩😩😩😩 okay Primmers, you got me here.

“the Peacekeeper is at the door, signaling our time is up, and we're all hugging one another so hard it hurts and all I'm saying is ‘I love you. I love you both.’ And they're saying it back...” this is so sad leave me be 😫😫😫😫

Katniss is burying her face in a pillow to block out her emotions this is too much for me 🥵🥵🥵

Omg I forgot Peeta’s father visits Katniss 😅

Why does he visit Katniss?

She describes Peeta’s father as a “big, broad-shouldered man.” And then describes Peeta as stocky. Idk the comparison of the two descriptions has always led me to think Peeta is gonna be a big dude when he grows up like his father. This made no sense and had zero correlation but I thought, so I said it, no regrets

Oh he brought her cookies 🤧

WAIT WAIT WAIT. I just had a new thought, y’all. What if instead of the baker bringing cookies being a thing he does for all tributes, what if he’s bringing the cookies because Peeta asked him to, because he made them and wants to give them to Katniss and knows she’ll never accept / trust them coming from her competition? What if that’s the real reason the baker visited her in the first place? Because Peeta asked him to? This was such a shipper comment but idc, no regrets, remember?

Omg Peeta’s father is just mute 🤣🤣🤣

Between an abusive, angry mother and a mute for a father, the Mellark brothers must have had a fairytale of a childhood 😅😅😅😅.

But seriously #PoorPeetaMyBaby

Aww Peeta’s father is gonna help keep Prim alive 😭

Omg I just remembered he’s her mother’s ex boyfriend. Haidon Mellark, as I named him in my fics.

That one fic where he was thought to be Prim’s real father is just playing now in my head, rent free.

But does Katniss not realize that he may be offering to help Prim as a favor to her? Like she claims Prim is just so wonderful people adore her but there’s like zero evidence in the text that make her endearing? Okay I need to turn this bus around, I need to find a love for Primmy Deen.

Madge is not one for preamble apparently. No “hi, how are you? I’m sorry you’re gonna die? What will your last meal be?” Just right to “here, wear this family heirloom of mine, k thanks.”

I like that Madge had to kiss her cheek for Katniss to realize they were friends 😅😅😅.

I remember always loving her and Gale’s hug here. I’ve always felt like it was platonic, but especially when I first read the books and had zero preference one way or another for Gale or Peeta, I really liked how she said even with nothing romantic between them, “when he opens his arms, I don’t hesitate to go to him” or something I’m paraphrasing ok I’m lazy

Also though, this is the first time they’ve ever hugged? Idk why that surprises me? It shouldn’t because where is a hug gonna fit into a hunting trip 😅🤣😂 “I just caught a deer!” “let’s celebrate with a hug!”

I like that Katniss remembers how her father even failed to make a good bow sometimes. Random, I know.

I like that the Capitol weren’t entertained by the people freezing to deaths because it wasn’t bloody enough 🤭🙃

“How different can it be [to kill a human vs an animal]?” She’s about to find out, Gale 🥺. And when she comes back you won’t understand 🙄😔

What did Gale want to say before the Peacekeepers dragged him away?

I used to think it was a confession of love but I’m actually sure it wasn’t now? Just the wording “remember I-“ doesn’t sound like it, considering he never confessed anything prior to her coming home.

I’m assuming now he was just gonna give her some more advice to stay alive 🤷🏼‍♀️. Clearly if it were relevant it would have made its way to the others books.

Aww, she’s never been inside a car before 😭😭. I didn’t even know they had cars in this universe but okay.

I notice though how she says “In the Seam, we travel on foot.” So is Peeta just riding his trolly down the street every day with the other merchants then? 🤣

Peeta just openly crying on camera 😅😢.

I like how Katniss is like “ooo is this an act to get sponsors?” when in reality Peeta’s like “no, I’m just a soft and genuine boy ™️”

Omg I just realized this totally goes along with Peeta’s thing later on “I want to die as myself”

He’s refusing to hold back his emotions because he thinks he’s doomed to die and he’s already refusing to pretend to be or feel something ingenious.

But a Johanna mention in book 1 chapter 3 woohoo 🥳🥳🥳 also Katniss comparing Jo and Peeta is kind of like foreshadowing of their shared torture in book 3.

Omg she just called Peeta broad-shouldered and strong. 🥰🥰🥰 my headcanon for his post-canon body is confirmed

Also why does Katniss keep allotting his strength to carrying bread trays around? Are they heavy? Why have I never once heard of people who carry bread trays being strong? I always thought Peeta was really strong because he learned to fight in order to defend himself against his mother but that’s probably wrong.

But if a mother is abusive, it can lead to one of the kids being physically violent as well and we know Peeta isn’t but he has two older brothers I’m gonna cut myself off now but I think we all smelled what I just stepped in.

Also I just find it so fascinating now how she regards herself vs Peeta here.

When talking about herself, she says, “The competition will be far beyond my abilities. [...] Oh, there'll be people like me, too. People to weed out before the real fun begins.” But when she talks about Peeta, she immediately says, “It would take an awful lot of weeping to convince anyone to overlook him.”

It’s just funny how she discounted herself right from the start but thought he was a real contender and then come to find out, Peeta believes it’s the exact opposite 😂🙃. They’re both so stupid I can’t even take it.

Wait did they actually give the location of the Capitol and the location of District Twelve in today’s world? And I just overlooked it? Brb I’m gonna go to google maps right quick.

Okay so basically what I gathered is the Capitol is probably in New Mexico and District Twelve is somewhere between Kentucky and Alabama. Irrelevant I know. But just a reminder now to everyone that Katniss and Peeta are literally speaking, crying and screaming in thick, backwoods southern accents.

It’s literally so sad how everything for Katniss is about food. Like every motive she has, every action she does is about preventing starvation ever again. 🤧🤧🤧

First mockingjay mention 🤭🤭.

“My father was particularly fond of mockingjays” 😭😭😭 I bet he was 😭😭😭😭

We always go on and on about how Katniss is a mockingjay or her children are mockingjays but Katniss herself here says mockingjays represent her father imma cry, y’all 😫😫😫😫

“It’s like having a piece of my father with me, protecting me” shut up shut up shut up shut up

Awww, Katniss has never had food like this before 😔😔😔

Neither has Peeta 🤧🤧

Katniss disliking the way Effie put the two kids from the year before down and so began to eat like a pig just to prove her point, is so her. And the beginning of her fighting for the underdog.

Omg the Rue introduction 🥺🥺🥺

Bahahahaha the commenters calling District Twelve backwards but charming 😅😅😅 they really are the hillbilly district

Peeta’s unexpected laugh 🥺🥺🥺 I love you, baby

“He was drunk. He’s drunk every year.” “Every day.” Katniss and Peeta are already finishing each other’s sentiments and teaming up to get on Effie’s nerves I love them so much 😍

Oh my God, Effie, you selfish jerk. They’re kids having fun for like one second, no need to throw in their faces they’re gonna die if the drunk won’t help them. I’d forgotten why I don’t really like the book version of her. I actually prefer her as comedic relief in the movies.

I actually just realized I really dislike Effie Trinket, I hope they never speak to her again Post-Mockingjay. Idc how you’re raised you don’t need to treat teenagers who are sentenced to a probable death badly just because they laughed at you 🙄🙄🙄😡😡😡😡. They didn’t even really laugh at her, she’s just annoying and awful, we don’t stan Effie in this household.

Okay, that’s all for my thoughts on chapter three! Until next time, y’all ! If anyone actually read this long mess of a post.

#thgagain #this is so long I’m sorry #also yes I’m gonna use a Jennifer gif again

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arcadianstuff · 3 years

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School Rivals p.t5

Finally getting round to writing the next instalment in the series ! Hope you like it ! Tell me if you want part 6 !!

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"I need your help."

You eyed the man curiously who was standing not to far away from where you were laying down. Unlike the first time you’d blacked out and awoken, the ground below you was soft and plush. It appeared you were lying on a sofa of sorts, and as you pushed yourself up you were surprised to find that there was no pain. The blood that had littered your hands had vanished, and with a hesitant hand you traced the edges of your face. The scar was also gone.

"Am I dead ?" You whispered, voice hoarse as you felt the sudden horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of death.

A serious look crossed the man’s face as he turned away from the bookshelf he’d been persuing, to stare at you. He didn’t look older than seventy but his eyes gave away the eons he’d been alive. There was knowledge and wisdom in them far beyond what you could hope to understand.

"No, not yet at least. You’ve reached the line between life and death, which is what let me call you here. You ((Y/n) Lake, are the last descendant of Arthur Pendragon." His words had you looking at him incrediously, a laugh leaving your lips as you stared at him in disbelief.

"You’re cracked old man. Aruthur Pendragon and the knights of the round table ? That’s from a storybook. Next thing you’re gonna tell me Merlin is a real person." You chuckled a little, rolling your eyes at the old man who was clearly crazy. Your words had the old man rolling his eyes.

"He is a real person. Or was rather. We don’t have time for this (Y/n)" Merlin was becoming quickly aware of the time limit on your meeting. He didn’t have much time left to keep you in this realm unless you truly wished to die. He couldnt let that happen.

"Arthur’s sword, Escalkibur is yours to wield. A new foe is coming, a truly evil being and you’ll need it if you’re too fight this war and win." Your eyes widened in confusion as you tried to stand up and reach the man, but as you tried you felt yourself fall, nausea rolling over you.

With a grunt, you collapsed to the floor but couldn’t feel a thing. It felt like reality had turned to sand and you were struggling to grasp on to it. Though you struggled to open your eyes, you managed a few blinks and saw the room, in which you were in, was fading like an old photograph. A white glow fillled the room and you managed one last look at the old man’s face.

"Protect your brother and his troll hunter friends. Protect magic and mortal alike. And please girl, Protect Hisirdoux for me...." Merlin's last words barely registered in your mind as he finally weakened, the magic that he’d needed to hold your spirit there having taken a toll on him.

With a bright flash, your form disappeared the white light fading out of the room.

"She reminds me a lot of you." Merlin spoke, his words echoing around the room that wasn’t actually empty. Though you’d never noticed another person, or spirit rather, had been lurking in a corner.

Stepping out from the shadows, Morgana Le Fay glanced at her senile mentor with a grim expression.

"Perhaps. I can only hope she doesn’t repeat our mistakes."

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For the third time that week you yet again awoke from a blackout.

"Let’s try and not make this into a habit." Your sour words were clipped as a cough racked your body. This time you felt pain as you tried to push yourself up of the grassy floor you’d found yourself on. Curses fell from your mouth as a sharp pain tore through your side in retaliation for you trying to stand up.

It was a struggle, but you managed to stagger up to your feet, though walking was considerably harder. The red suit of armour you wore was heavier than you realised, and it slowed your sluggish steps even more. Though the scar om your face had permanently disappeared, there was still blood covering your hands and coating locks of your (h/c) hair. You were a gruesome sight to behold.

Thankfully, it appeared to be the very early morning, the sun not yet peaking its head up from over the horizon. Only the birds were awake with you, as you hobbled through the forest, having to grasp onto nearby branches for support. A couple of your ribs were definitely broken, and you’d sprained your right ankle. Guess that meant no soccer for you. How the fuck would you explain this to Coach Lawrence ? And oh my god it’s a Monday today. You had school !

"Dude you literally just died and went to heaven calm down..." You grumbled to yourself, still in complete disbelief that you’d just died, kinda.

You could remember taking down Bellroc, the feeling of stalactites stabbing your body and a weight so crushing that it had cracked your body. Had you gone to the afterlife ? And now you were here, somehow having survived all of that. But they were all safe. Your friends, your family, they were safe.

But oh boy were you going to give them the worst tellinng off of their entitle lives when you found them. Jim and Toby wouldn’t know what hit them. Claire, you might go easy on because you felt considerable guilt for having flung her into a wall. God you hoped she was okay. And douxie....or rather Hisirdouxx ? What a weird name...

And the trolls. For fucks sake there are trolls now.

Luckily, the streets of Acrcadia were empty, minus the stray cat and occasional morning bird who’s sweets song made the journey back to your home a bit more bearable. Somehow you’d managed to stumble out of the forest, and found yourself on the familiar 3rd street where Mr. Benoit'ss cafe was.

The walk home should’ve taken ten minutes, but with your injuries it had taken considerably longer. There were tears running down your cheeks as you spied the familiar sight of your home. All your life you’d dreamed of escaping Arcadia, of leaving this house and never coming back. But now you couldn’t have felt happier to see it again, to be able to come back. You’d always wanted adventure, maybe you were getting it now.

As you walked up the porch steps you noticed the faint light coming from the living room mixed with hushed whispers and words that were too muffled for you to hear. But it had gone silent the moment you’d knocked on the door.

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"I’m so sorry Jim.." Claire whispered, rubbing her boyfriend back as they sat together on the sofa. She’d forced him to change out of his armour and back into his ordinary clothes once they’d come inside. Their friends were scattered around them, Toby was huddled up on the floor next to them, stroking Archie's fur as he glared at the floor. Brooding in the corner of the room, Douxie's face as shrouded with hatred and anger as his grasp on his wizards staff tightened every time he recalled the last moment he’d seen you.

"I love you too." He could hear you saying that, the words like a song stuck in his head. They went round and round like a merry-go-round.

What was worse though, were the audible sobs and gasps of pain that were coming from your mother, Barbara, as she broke down in Strickler's arms. The changeling had taught you for years and was disheartened to hear of one of his favourite students deaths, especially considering that you were Barbara's daughter. This would be a wound that the doctor couldn’t treat.

"I can’t believe she’s gone.." Jim barely recognised the sound of his own voice as he spoke, lips quivering as he tried to hold back another round of tears. His throat was dry and eyes sore, tinged red around the edges. The home was now a house full of broken people.

A rap at the door caught the rooms attention, everyone collectively sucking in a breath.

"Could be more trouble. Stay on guard." Douxie spoke, almost hoping for a fight. He meeeded someone to take his anger out on.

With a quiet whisper, Jim summoned his armour and sword, the familiar feeling of the cool metal setting him a little at ease. With Strickler and his mother at the back of the group, they proceeded to the front door, all armed and ready for a fight.

But their hostility dissipated at the sight of someone they were sure they’d never see again. There, drenched in blood and littered with cuts, stood the girl they’d all been mourning, her eyes widening at the sight of weapons being pointed towards her.

"Woah I die and come back to life and this is the greeting I get." You half heartedly joked, not quite sure how to greet them considering what had happened. Awkward and poorly timed humour was what you resorted to.

A stifled sob left your mothers lips as she stumbled forwards out of Stricklers grasp, and barrelled into you, not caring about the blood that now coated her white lab coat. A small smile lifted the corner of your lips as you hugged her back, more tears falling down your face as you clung to your mum. The two of you sobbed into each other.

As you peeked over her shoulder, you saw the stunned expressions of your friends and family, especially the tears that were flowing down Jim's face. Pulling back from your mum a little, you opened your arms up and Jim rushed into them. Though he was catching up to you in height, you were a tiny bit taller. The three of you hugged, crying and laughing at the impossibility of the situation.

"I cant believe it." Jim repeated again and again, unable to fathom that you were standing there with them. You were alive. Somehow you were still here with them.

A broken laugh left your lips at his words. You couldn’t believe it either, it seemed like a miracle but you knew better. This was thanks to one man, and you were sure he’d saved your life. Merlin.

"Y-you idiot ! How could you do something like that to me ? To Jim ? You are in so much trouble !" With amazing speed your mother did a whole 360, going from sobbing and incredibly happy, to sobbing and incredibly mad. She looked absolutely furious as she pulled away from you and took a step back.

Before you could protest she was pointing at your motorcycle, that was laying innocently in front of your house.

"No bike f-for at least a month ! And soccer ! no soccer a-and a-a.." she trailed off, her anger dying as quickly as it came before she snatched you up into another hug. "Don’t ever do that again." She whispered into your hair.

"I promise I won’t." You whispered back, grateful to just be able to hug your mum again.

After that you’d been tackled into a hug by Toby and Claire, who clutched to you with a lot of strength for two sixteen year olds. Though you were beyond grateful to be here with them and were flattered by their fear and worry for you, you were starting to get antsy. You had questions for them.

Firstly, how on earth did your mum know about this ? And everything that was going on ? You’d had a furious screaming match when your brother revealed to you that he and your mum had known the truth about your worlds for the last year, and had decided to hide it from you to keep you safe. The argument you’d had had shook the living room, and the other people there had sat awkwardly on the sofas and watched quietly.

Secondly, what was Strickler doing here ? You were very surprised to see your favourite history teacher at your home. You knew he and your mum were dating and were totally cool with that. Or well you were until they revealed that he was a changeling ? What the hell even was that ? You’d gone from furious, to threatening to kill Strcikler to calm and collected. Your emotions were taking a toll. Not to mention the exhaustion of surviving death,. Yet you weren’t sleepy. There wasn’t time for sleep now.

Somewhere between your fourth argument with Strickler, Douxie had decided to sneak out of your home. He was too conflicted at the moment To stay there any longer. Of course you’d noticed the wizard try and slink away, and so as you all started to calm down you deiced to follow him yourself.

You were yet to reunite with the man, and though he might be your enemy in some ways, the state of your relationship and been changed permanently forever. And you also had a message to give him from an old friend.

#douxie #dreamworks trolls #trollhunters #hisridoux casperan #toa hisirdoux #hisirdoux x reader #douxie x reader #wizards #trollhunters x reader #tales of Arcadia #tales of arcadia #x reader

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One for the Books (Rosnali) - Athena2

Summary: Denali works in the children's section of a library and falls instantly in love with Rosé after she comes in with her daughter.

A/N: This is just a fluffy little one-shot I finally finished and wanted to share. Thank you so much to Writ for beta-ing and encouraging me to post this! I hope you enjoy, and please leave feedback if you'd like!

It’s a rare day that Denali gets flustered at work. She works in the children’s section of a public library, where only one baby spitting up on the rug during story time is a good day. She’s handled crying kids and arts and crafts messes that look like horror movie sets and become more familiar with disinfecting wipes than she thought possible. Nothing really phases her.

Except the woman at the desk right now.

She has waves of red hair and the kind of smile you see on TV, one that softens her face and rounds her rosy cheeks. She has an adorable kid on her hip, and Denali can’t look from the gentle curves of the woman’s arms as she holds her.

“Um, how can I help you?” Denali manages.

“Hi, can I make a library card?”

“Sure!” Denali tugs on the drawer of cards and applications so hard it nearly flies out of the cabinet. She grabs a bright yellow card and watches the woman fill out the application in the elegant cursive Denali wanted to snap her pencils trying to learn in second grade.

Denali usually types the patron’s information in the system on autopilot, not even noticing their names. But she looks at the woman’s—Rosé, her name is Rosé—application like it’s a study sheet for a test, like the curves of the letters and her phone number will reveal her secrets.

No secrets are revealed, though, and Denali passes her the card.

“Thank you.” Rosé smiles.

“The tigers, Mommy!” A little voice says impatiently, and Rosé laughs.

“Right, right. Um, can you tell me where the books about tigers are? Luna loves them.”

Denali finally turns her gaze away from Rosé long enough to take in the little girl in her arms. She’s around three and a mini Rosé, with red hair in two fluffy pigtails and a toothy grin. There’s a stuffed tiger tucked securely under her arm, and Denali smiles.

“What’s your tiger’s name?” she asks.

“Hunter,” Luna says, moving the stuffed animal’s head so Denali can see.

“He looks great,” Denali says. “I can show you where the books are, if that’s okay.”

“Perfect,” Rosé says.

Perfect. It echoes in Denali’s head as she leads Rosé over to the books. Maybe it's a good sign. After all, Rosé could’ve insisted on getting the books herself, but she let Denali show her instead, and—

Yeah, Denali is already head over heels for this woman.

She’s had crushes before, but she usually doesn’t fall this hard or this fast. Especially not someone she’s known for all of a minute. But something about Rosé makes Denali feel like she’s known her all her life.

Denali clears her throat. “Here’s all the books about tigers. There are a bunch of other animal books too, if you want to check those out. I’m Denali, by the way. If you need anything else.”

“Thank you so much,” Rosé says, and Denali forces herself back to the desk because she can’t just stand there forever.

She watches Rosé kneel down on the floor with Luna, pulling out book after book and showing each one to her. There’s a softness in Rosé, in how patient she is, in how carefully she re-ties her daughter’s itty-bitty pink Converse. She’s beautiful as she is, but her genuine smile and kind eyes around her daughter make her even more beautiful, and Denali wants to take it every second. When Rosé takes the stack of books to the chair in the corner, pulls Luna into her lap, and starts reading to her, making funny faces and showing her all the pictures, Denali’s heart damn near explodes.

“Girl, get a grip.”

“Wh—huh?” Denali whirls around to see Symone watching with a smirk on her face.

“You’re basically drooling.”

“I am not!” Denali wipes her mouth self-consciously anyway. She spends the next half hour trying to busy herself in cleaning the desk, but she just shuffles the same five pens around and keeps watching Rosé be adorable with her daughter. When she comes up to the desk to check out her books, Denali leaps to the computer to do them for her. Rosé manages to hold the entire stack in one arm and her daughter in the other, and Denali wonders if Rosé’s arms could hold her. She can’t stop imagining herself nestled within them.

“Mommy, can we get ice cream?” Luna asks, smiling hopefully.

“Okay.”

Denali grins as Luna cheers.

Rosé rolls her eyes fondly. “She’d eat ice cream every day if I let her,” she says to Denali.

“I’d eat ice cream every day if I let me,” Denali says, and Rosé gives another infectious laugh.

“Thank you for your help. We should be back soon.”

“I’ll be here,” Denali says, nonchalant even though she knows she’ll be counting down the days.

—-

Rosé comes back the next Saturday, and the one after that. Denali used to loathe the Saturday shifts she got stuck with, the day filled with either absolute screaming chaos or absolute mind-numbing boredom with no in-between, but she quickly gets used to Rosé coming in and making small talk with her while she checks out her books. Before long, she’s actually looking forward to Saturdays, to the tiny window she gets to see Rosé, making silly faces for her daughter and laughing at all Denali’s jokes.

Denali’s heart leaps in her chest when she sees a glimpse of red hair come through the door, and she gives Rosé a little wave and doesn't care how dorky it is, how desperate she looks. Rosé smiles and waves back to Denali as best she can with arms full of toddler and books. She sets the stack on the desk with a sigh, shifting Luna to her other arm.

“Getting your workout in?” Denali teases.

Rosé snorts. “Definitely. The books are about as heavy as she is, I’ve been reading her three or four a night.”

“You can return these in the box outside, you know,” Denali says as she scans them in. “If you don’t want to carry them all the way in here.”

Rosé bites her lip. “But that’s one less time I’d get to talk to you.”

The book slips through Denali’s hands and hits the counter, her cheeks on fire. Her heart skips a beat, then resumes its rhythm with a deep pounding in her chest. Rosé likes talking to her. Rosé likes talking to her so much she lugs a pile of books in here just to do it, and it's a few seconds before Denali can speak again. “Are you--are you getting any other books today?” she stammers.

Rosé shakes her head. “Nah, I just wanted to stop in quick and drop these off. I’m taking Luna to the zoo today.”

“To see the tigers!” Luna adds happily.

Rosé smiles. “That’s right. We’re gonna see all the tigers.”

Denali smiles too, her heartbeat finally returning to normal. “I hope you have fun. Say hi to the tigers for me, okay?”

“We will. See you next week.”

“See you.”

Denali really, really wishes she was going to the zoo too.

---

Denali is still coasting on the high of Rosé’s latest visit a week later, even if neither of them has done anything to capitalize on her comment about enjoying her talks with Denali. But Denali knows the interest is there, knows the way Rosé’s eyes shine when she looks at her aren’t just her imagination. Denali will keep testing the waters, let herself be a little more flirty, and one of these weeks, she’ll fully make her move.

The thought keeps her going all day, through the disastrous clean-up after someone spills an entire box of crayons--the 96-pack, of course--and through the reorganization of the mess someone made of the fairy tale collection. She’s giving the furniture a once-over when she spots a familiar stuffed tiger on the chair, her mind filling with the image of Rosé reading to her daughter here this morning. Luna must have forgotten the tiger, and Rosé was so busy juggling all their books that she must not have noticed.

She could just hold the tiger until the next time Rosé comes in, which will hopefully be soon. But she thinks of how fiercely Luna clings to the tiger and Denali can’t make her go without it; Denali was a stuffed animal kid herself, each one with a name and backstory and assigned night for sleeping with her. Plus the library is closed on Sundays, so the earliest Rosé could get it would be Monday morning, and Denali winces thinking of how rough two nights without the tiger might be for Luna.

Or she can just call Rosé.

Every patron in the library system has a phone number and address in their profile, and though she can’t remember Rosé’s last name, she’s the only Rosé in the system. Finding her phone number won’t take more than five seconds. It feels personal, almost intimate, somehow, looking Rosé up like this, calling her because Denali recognized her daughter’s stuffed tiger. Really, though, it’s no different from looking up a patron’s number to tell them a book they ordered came in, and Denali does that all day--heck, she gets paid to do that all day. This shouldn't be any different. She dials the number before she can think about it too much, warning the butterflies in her stomach to settle down.

“Hello?”

“Um, Rosé?”

“Yes.”

“It’s Denali. You know, from the library. Anyway, I was cleaning up and I found a certain stuffed tiger hanging out on the chair, and I bet someone’s really missing him.”

“Oh, thank God.” Rosé sighs, and Denali can practically see her body slumping in relief. “We just noticed him missing an hour ago, I’ve been going everywhere we went today looking for it. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“I’ll be here,” Denali promises.

“Thank you, Denali. Really.”

Rosé is so sincere that Denali’s grateful they’re just talking on the phone and Rosé can’t see her blushing. The tiger keeps her company at the desk until Rosé rushes in, her cheeks flushed and hair messy. Luna looks equally stressed, and Denali can tell she’s been crying. She jumps up from the desk and hangs the tiger to Luna, who hugs it to her chest and sniffles.

“Thank you so much,” Rosé says. “Luna, can you say thank you to Miss Denali?”

“Thank you Miss Nali,” Luna says, and Denali’s heart just about melts.

“You’re welcome.”

Luna runs off to play with the blocks, and Rosé leans against the desk with Denali to watch her.

“I’m so sorry I had to bother you with this,” Rosé says, running a hand through her hair. “I should’ve noticed she didn’t have it, I just—“

Denali brushes her off. “Please. I had to kick a teenager off the computer for watching porn this morning. Holding onto a stuffed animal is one of the better things I’ve had to do today.”

Denali is wondering if that was too much information when Rosé bursts into laughter, so infectious that Denali laughs with her.

“Seriously?” Rosé asks.

“Pretty much a typical day in the library,” Denali says.

Rosé snorts and shakes her head. “Anyway, I mean, if there’s something I could do to thank you—“

“I like ice cream,” Denali blurts, cheeks instantly burning. “I mean, uh—“

“Are you suggesting an ice cream date?” Rosé asks, raising her eyebrow.

“I am,” Denali says confidently, because apparently today is the day she’s making her move.

Rosé breaks into a grin. “It’s a date.”

#rpdr fanfiction #s13 #denali foxx #rosé #rosnali #lesbian au #fluff #athena2 #concrit welcome #submission

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specterchasing-a · 3 years

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Coming Clean || Eddie & Bex

TIMING: Wednesday, June 23rd

PARTIES: @inbextween & @specterchasing

LOCATION: Eddie’s Apartment

SUMMARY: Eddie finally has a chance to tell Bex the truth.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Internalized homophobia tw

Two days ago, Bex’s heart stopped beating, and today Eddie planned to break up with her. He would understand if she ended hating him, he kind of did too. Not for being gay, but for involving her in his repression-fueled fantasy. Building a relationship where denial served as a linchpin would have been a lousy decision no matter what. Doing so with Bex, an incontestably wonderful girl with too much already on her plate, placed him on the leaderboard for the world’s biggest scumbags. The more he thought about it, the more Morgan’s worst-case scenario sounded like a pipedream.

As per usual, he picked her up at the docks not far from where they shared their first kiss. Eddie tried not to think about that night at the karaoke bar as she settled into the passenger seat, but failed immediately. If divine punishment existed, it was probably reserved for guys who dumped girls that liked them enough to kiss them in front of an audience. He wondered how the people who cheered them on would feel if they could see them now. Shockingly, the imaginary crowd didn’t help calm his nerves.

“Hey,” Eddie squeaked as he gripped the steering wheel so tightly it turned his knuckles white. “Good to see you.” He put the car in drive and navigated them towards the road. The song playing from the car’s speakers faded into silence before the next one kicked off. Eddie didn’t recognize it until the vocals chimed in.

Now I’ve had—

Eddie hit the radio’s power button and plunged them into awkward silence, now certain he’d been onto something with his theory about divine punishment.

She could do this. Bex took in a deep breath as she waited on the bench by the ferry, where she always waited for Eddie. It gave her the perfect view of the road, as far down as the sharp turn left that took you away from Amity and towards Downtown, as well as of the ocean, reaching out beyond the horizon. Ever since she’d found out about Mina, every body of water reminded her of her. It was just another of many things that did. And then the guilt would start. Especially because today she was meeting with Eddie.

She didn’t know what he wanted to talk about, but it was something big and probably serious. And so she’d put on her best “I'm Fine!” face and made sure her smile reached just enough of her eyes when she saw Eddie’s car pulling around the corner. She couldn’t let the nothingness consume her, she knew that, but forcing it felt wrong and raw. She could fake it, though. She was really good at faking being okay. She’d done it for twenty years and sometimes she forgot she might not need to do it for another twenty.

The car pulled up and she waved at him, like she always did, before straining to lift herself from the bench. Her heart pumped loud in her chest and she put a hand over it to calm it down. “Hey,” she said gently, smiling, “thanks for picking me up, like always. I-- feel like it’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” Was she supposed to hug him? Kiss him hello? She didn’t know and it felt wrong, when she’d just kissed Mina a few days ago. She slid into the front seat. “Are you doing-- okay? With-with everything?”

All in all, Bex seemed like she always did. Eddie couldn’t fathom walking away from what she’d been through without losing himself altogether, but it would have been a mistake to underestimate her resilience. He appreciated that she didn’t greet him with affection. It would’ve only made what he needed to do more difficult.

“Uhm, well,” Eddie stalled after her question. ‘Okay’ wasn’t how he would describe his current state, but he preferred to avoid introspection. Other people had it worse, Bex included. He didn’t need to pile his problems on top of hers. “Yeah, all things considered.” His anxiety slowly began to ebb as they picked up where they left off. Even now, Bex managed to have a soothing effect on him.

“How about you?” Eddie glanced over at her as he drove. He needed to make sure she was stable enough to cope with a break-up. Otherwise, he’d need to suck up his reservations about playing the role of her boyfriend a little longer. “I mean, we don’t have to go into it if you don’t want to, but I won’t lie and say I’m not worried about you.”

“I’m--” Bex started, but she didn’t know how she was. “--dealing.” It was the closest she’d get to the truth, for now. She didn’t want to lie to Eddie, but she couldn’t tell him the truth, not yet. Her pain was just hurting other people, and she needed to not be that for him. She owed it to him. If she was just using him for safety, she owed that to him. She hoped one day, he’d forgive her. She gave a brief smile. “It’s a lot, but I’ll be okay. I have Morgan and Mi--” she paused, “--my other friends.” She licked her lips. “I have people.”

The car ride wasn’t exactly a long one, they’d made it so many times. From the ferry to Eddie’s place, but it felt like ages. “I know you’re worried, and I-- I won’t tell you not to be, because I know that’s hard right now. But don’t-- don’t think you have to focus on me. I don’t know how well you knew-- everyone. Everything.”

Eddie hoped he counted as one of the people Bex felt she could rely on, but recent evidence suggested otherwise. When it came to sharing her feelings or even being open about how she spent her time, he clearly didn’t register as someone she was comfortable confiding in. It stung, but Eddie harbored secrets too. It would be hypocritical to expect Bex to lay out the truth for him when he couldn’t offer her the same candor.

“I only met Adam once,” Eddie said quietly. He knew Bex’s comment referred to more than the recently dead hunter, but it was hard not to think about him specifically. “He saved my life.” Nervousness gave way to a sinking feeling in his chest.

“I’m worried about everyone right now, but especially you and Nell. I guess that’s the price of caring, I don’t really have a say in the matter.”

Eddie pulled into his apartment building’s parking lot and came to a stop in his usual parking space. “I know you hate it when I do this,” he said, looking at Bex. “But I’m gonna open the door for you.” With that out of the way, he exited the car and circled around to the passenger side to make good on his word.

“The elevator’s been out of order since its brief stint as a portal to hell, so we’ll have to take the stairs,” Eddie informed Bex as he held out his hand for her. “You think you can manage that, or is it human-crutch time?”

Bex didn’t get why everyone kept saying that. They were worried about Nell and her, but Bex wasn’t the one who had lost someone. Bex wasn’t the one who had been trapped in a hell dimension for over two weeks. Bex wasn’t the one who had died. She didn’t say anything, just shook her head and smiled sadly. “I’m so worried about Nell,” she admitted quietly, “but I don’t know how to help her. So I’m just-- focusing on what I can do, and who I can help.” They pulled up to his building and he parked and she reached for the handle, when suddenly he was announcing he’d get the door.

She didn’t have the heart to argue and just nodded. “Right, okay. Just this once, though,” she agreed, watching him walk around and open it. She pulled herself out, standing up. Her body didn’t hurt as much as ache, now that the healer had done his work and made things less-- painful. Maybe that wasn’t quite the word, but it was close enough. “I can walk! Honestly. No leg injuries this time.” Just heart palpitations and a burn that rose up every time she moved too much. It still felt like asking him too much. “Lead the way.”

Eddie refrained from offering his opinions on Nell’s situation. The only help she could be given was confidence in her safety net. Friends and family being there for her would ease the pain, but nothing would rid her of it completely. Adam’s death and the grief it brought her would be something she carried for the rest of her life. Over time, she might learn how to have good days again, but reminders would wait around every corner. Grief, after it introduces itself, never leaves for long.

The two of them traversed the stairs in silence while Eddie’s anxiety returned in full-swing. After three flights, he opened a door that led to a long hallway of apartments. His eyes lingered on Alfie’s as he led Bex to his own. He made sure Silas knew not to be around for today. An imaginary audience was bad enough.

Bucket rushed to greet them at the front door. As per usual, he showed how bad of a guard-dog he would be by not barking. Eddie picked up the Pomeranian currently shaking with noiseless excitement and kicked the door shut with his heel.

“So,” he ventured. His mouth felt uncomfortably dry. “You thirsty, or anything?” He hoped she was. Eddie would take any excuse he could get to prolong the inevitable.

Bex followed him up the stairs and slunk behind just enough to let her expression fall for a moment. Keeping up her facade felt harder now, for some reason, when she couldn’t quite access the feelings inside of her. She just wanted to not think about any of that stuff, she wanted to think about other stuff. Better stuff, happy stuff. She perked back up as soon as they were at the door, inside, and she gave a gentle smile. “I, uh-- no, not really,” she answered, shaking her head. She really just wanted to get this over with, whatever it was. She didn’t know, how could she possibly know? She’d been bad to him lately, and she felt increasingly more guilty about it, the longer they stood there.

“So, what was it that you wanted to talk about?” she asked, moving further into the apartment. She’d found comfort here in a lot of ways, but something felt as if it were sitting in the room with them, and she assumed it was whatever Eddie wanted to talk to her about. “It seemed pretty urgent.”

Eddie’s hope collapsed when Bex tackled the elephant in the room. “Right, that,” he said with a sigh. He lowered Bucket to the floor and attempted to steel himself. Whatever it was that he said to Morgan when the two of them acted out this very scenario was now completely inaccessible to him now. Eddie’s heart pounded loudly in his ears while he tried to piece together a new script.

“Before I say anything else, I want you to know that I really do care about you and… that I’m sorry,” Eddie began, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke. Words weren’t coming to him easily. Every thought in his head sounded disjointed and scared. He decided to approach the situation as if he were ripping off a band-aid. “I’m gay, Bex.” Eddie couldn’t bring himself to look at her. “I knew that when we got together, but I didn’t want it to be true and I thought dating you would, I dunno, fix me, I guess.” His lips pursed. “I’m sorry,” he said for the second time.

Bucket plodded over to Bex and she bent down to pet the excitable dog, looking up at Eddie. He looked nervous. And he was looking at her strangely, and then he was apologizing. Oh, was he breaking up with her? She shouldn’t have been relieved. He provided something for her that she needed-- normalcy. Protection. But that was selfish. That was so selfish to think. She pulled her hand away and stood up, tilting her head. He wasn’t looking at her anymore, he had more to say, and then-- “Oh.” Oh. Eddie was...gay. That-- made sense. It made sense. It really did. How hadn’t she seen it? How hadn’t she known? Probably because she still had a blindfold down over her own eyes, buried herself deep in that closet. It was safe back there.

“You’re-- oh.” No, no, she needed to say something else. Not just Oh. She needed to say something else. “That’s-- wow. You’re--” Me, too. She wanted to say, but the words made her heart seize. Was this how Eddie had felt? Bex was a coward. “I-- I’m sorry. I didn’t know. But I-- I’m happy for you. Really! I am. I’m glad you could figure that out, I’m just sorry I--” she wasn’t sure what she was sorry about, she just knew she was sorry. “Didn’t realize. It’s...it’s okay. That you knew, before.” He wanted to be reassured, right? She shook her head and walked towards him, holding out her hand. “Hey,” she called to him, “I’m not mad. This-- this was really brave of you. Really. I’m glad you told me. I don’t want to make you live a life you’re not happy with.”

Bex’s initial reaction caused Eddie’s heart to stall in his chest, but the words that followed replaced terror with confusion. His gaze slowly found hers. An apology was the last thing he expected to hear her say. Instead of hating him, she almost sounded relieved. With all she’d been through, he guessed that made sense. Their relationship never seemed to offer her much comfort, so its ending only meant one less thing to worry about.

When she offered her hand, Eddie gladly took it. “You’re… sure it’s okay?” He didn’t know why he asked that, her answer didn’t have the power to change anything. “Thank you, Bex.” Eddie gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Really, I can’t tell you how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for me, but… especially this.” A tentative smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Does this mean we’re still friends?”

Bex gave a small laugh, a genuine laugh, the first time in days, but she laughed and it felt good. “Yes, Eddie, I’m sure,” she shrugged, “not sure my answer would be able to change how you feel, how you are, anyway. And I wouldn’t want it to. You-- all I want is for you to be happy. You know that, right?” She hoped he knew that. She squeezed his hand back. “No need to thank me, really. I’m just doing what should be done, what any friend would do.” What she hoped her friends would do for her, when she finally could be safe about it, too. If ever. “Of course we are. We were friends before we were-- you know, whatever this was. We’re still friends.”

She tried to keep herself stable, as she looked at him, and she realized her last line of defense was falling. If she had to go home and tell her parents that she was single again, what was to say they wouldn’t just give up on her right then and there? Her smile soured. “Are you...okay? About all this?”

Eddie’s smile grew and lost its nervousness. The longer Bex spoke, the more his anxiety melted away. He still had a long way to go before the truth about his identity stopped being something he lost sleep over, but having people in his life accept and even support him made it easier to stomach. “That’s all I want for you too,” he softly replied.

He took a deep breath after her follow-up question, not noticing the way her smile suddenly seemed less genuine. “I think so,” he said with a nod. “Most days are pretty up and down in regards to this particular topic, but… I’ve got a lot of people in my corner, it seems.” Alfie, Morgan, Silas, and now Bex. So far, everyone he told responded positively. “So, yeah, don’t waste time worrying about me. I’m gonna be just fine.”

#c: bexley #wickedswriting #coming clean #internalized homophobia tw #// my days of having to use that tw for eddie are coMING TO AN END #hopefully #at least

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comfy-whumpee · 3 years

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Polycule 2

CN: recovering pet whumpee.

Ellis’s Taglist: @lonesome--hunter, @iaminamoodymoodtoday, @wildfaewhump, @ishouldblogmore, @lektricwhump, @that-one-thespian, @raigash, @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @rosesareviolentlyread, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog

Ellis wakes up on the bed between Felicity and Nic. It’s dark outside still; the nights are long right now, and even though Felicity rises early, she’s not usually up before sunrise at the moment. She stays up late to spend time with Nic, after Ellis has become tired and gone to bed.

Bed. It’s soft, so soft he worries about floating away, but he wakes up held. Felicity’s warm arm is draped over his waist, her forehead against his back. Felicity gives good hugs, though she doesn’t like it when he nuzzles. Not like Master.

Nic sleeps on the very edge of the bed, now. Ellis knows it’s because he clings to them otherwise. When he clings to them, they don’t sleep. He’s heard them talking about it.

But they never push him off or send him to the floor. They never even mentioned it. Ever since those awful weeks with the voice, Ellis hasn’t been able to sleep in the dark alone. He reaches for them, to chase away the cold and loneliness of the pitch black in his head.

Felicity is a good enough replacement. Ellis relaxes into her arms, feeling her breath through his thin T-shirt, pooling warm and then damp on his skin.

It’s someone real, who hasn’t left in the night, or in any of the nights before now. She’s something he wouldn’t see at home, where even Master sometimes had to leave him alone.

She’s good.

She’s reliable, careful, and she never pushes him. He doesn’t want to be pushed; he doesn’t want to be a person, like Nic talks about sometimes. If he could just learn some things again, that would be enough. He would be happy like this.

“You awake, pumpkin?”

She picked out a nickname for him that he’s never heard. He thinks that’s nice. He’s surprised that she’s awake, but even more that she’s still holding him.

He nods.

“Let’s get up, so Nic can sleep a little more.”

She lets him go, and cold brushes up his sides, but he rolls off the bed after she does and follows her downstairs. She’s wearing pink flannel pyjamas and she looks really cute in them. They’re not pyjamas like he wears with Master, but he still likes them.

Arriving in the living room, she rubs her arms. “Oh, it’s chilly down here.” She crosses the room and picks up her jumper from last night, taken off when she got too warm sandwiched between himself and Nic. “Here, you must be cold in just your T-shirt, right?”

He nods. He takes the jumper. It’s soft. It had been days before he’d taken off his pyjamas to shower, and weeks before he’d stopped putting them back on again as soon as they were out of the wash. Now, he wears T-shirts and sleep shorts like he used to. They’re not as soft against his skin as Master’s choices, but he endures the heat of the itch. It’s never going to go away.

The wool of the jumper is nearly unbearable. He knows as soon as he puts it on. The fibres scratch against every burn scar. The way it shifts with his movements makes it feel like he’s being burned anew. He doesn’t say a word.

Felicity, of course, can’t see that he’s in pain. She smiles, pleased that he’s not cold. And he’s not, no. He’s burning.

“I’ll make breakfast,” she says. She steps into the kitchen. Ellis stands for a minute, but the feeling on his skin is ever louder without a distraction. He follows her, and kneels in the doorway.

He hears her make a sympathetic, disappointed noise, and assumes she is looking at him.

“Let’s do eggs,” she says, presumably to herself. Nobody bothers talking to Ellis usually. “Four should do it, with enough spare to share with you, if you want some after your toast.”

Talking to him isn’t the same as talking with him. He only nods.

“Fried, scrambled…” Felicity wonders aloud. “Do you know how they like their eggs, pumpkin?”

He knows. Distantly, he knows. “S… Sunny…”

He’s not sure of the next word. Top? Side? Turn?

“Sunny side up it is,” Felicity agrees immediately, not at all bothered by his half-asleep vagueness. “And some toast, do you think?”

Unsure of what to say, whether he’s really being asked, he doesn’t answer. Master talks like this all the time, just keeping him involved without asking him to do anything. Ellis likes it that way. He leans against the doorframe and watches her move, listens to her hum, and it’s safely familiar even while being horribly alien to him.

Footsteps sound on the stairs and he turns his head to see Nic stumbling down, in the midst of a yawn with one hand scrubbing their cheek. “Morning,” they smile at him as they reach the floor. “Sleep okay?”

He nods.

“S’good. Morning ‘Lis.”

“Good morning! Sunny side up, right?”

“Huh? Yeah.”

Felicity turns and gives him a thumbs up, and he smiles at her smile, and wishes she would just pet his hair like Master does.

“Go take a nap, boo. We’re gonna play - I dunno what we’re playing.”

Nic blinks, sighs, and nods. Iz pats their back, and they head upstairs with a tired smile Ellis’s way.

He keeps his eyes on the ground, watching them only in his peripheral vision. They’re always so tired, it takes intervention from one of the other two to make them admit it. He knows why, too. They’re trying to hide it from him.

Iz sits down on the sofa, and pats it. He climbs into it, and tucks against her side. “What are we playing, then?” she asks, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “‘Cause I’m in the mood for something shooty.”

Ellis chews his lip, thinking. Hesitantly, he reaches for the computer mouse, and she nods encouragingly. He takes it, and clicks through his library until he finds a game he thinks she’ll like. He double-clicks on it, and it immediately fills the screen with its loading graphics.

“What have I got?”

Iz doesn’t know a thing about video games. She says she played Call of Duty as a teenager, but hasn’t touched one since. But she kept asking about them, asking Ellis for recommendations, and now she comes over most weekends and plays something on his computer, asking him for help pretty much non-stop. She no longer turns the controller to try and move, or looks down at it to check which buttons she’s pressing, but she still doesn’t know what she likes. They’re finding out together.

It’s like the games that Master’s guests used to play, except Ellis picks them, and nobody wins or loses.

Iz looks through the menu screens, eyes studying the screen. She pauses, eyes widening. “Wait, am I playing against people?” There’s a hint of panic in her voice.

Ellis points to an option on the screen, and she selects it. “Training. Right. Thank fuck for that. Wait, so I’m playing with people?”

She cuts a glance his way, and he nods. He smiles encouragingly.

“Okay. Shit, dude, you have a lot of faith in me.” She finds the character select and scroll through the options until she finds a muscular woman with spiky hair and a huge cannon in her arms. She reads through her character’s abilities, tries moving around the pre-match area, and then nods. “Right. Okay. Here goes.”

He snuggles down against her side as she enters the match, ignoring the way the jumper scratches over his skin. She gets lost more than once, but once she finds her way to the action, she turns out to be a pretty good shot. The character she chose happens to be a tank, sturdy and the priority for healing, so she does pretty well.

“Shit!” she exclaims, as she is assassinated at short range. “Oh man, what was that?”

“Ultimate,” Ellis mumbles without thinking. “Strong ability. You’ve got one too.”

“Ohhhh. Okay. Wait, so that’s something to use when I’m in danger?”

“Mm.”

“Got it.”

It’s not like the games with guests he’s done before. No winners or losers, not between himself and Iz. No pain, no mockery. Ellis is the expert, and he teaches her what to do, and her attention stays on her screen and not him.

“Did you have an okay day, Ellis?”

He nods against the pillow his head is resting on. His arms are around another pillow, their new attempt to stop him winding around Nic in the night.

They smile. They look less tired now, but still not their usual self. “That’s great. I’m really proud of you for sitting on the sofa today, and sleeping on the bed, too. You’re doing your best, and I see that.”

He is. The rules are different here, but he’s learning them as fast as he can, and trying to follow them. He wants to be good.

“You ready to sleep?”

He nods. He sits up, realising his opportunity: at last, he can go back to being in his pyjamas. He slips his arms into his sleeves, and finally, finally pulls off the jumper. Cool bedroom air washes over his skin, and the burning begins to slowly fade away.

“Oh, hon,” Nic says, and he tries not to flinch, “isn’t that one wool?” They reach out and rub a hand over the material. “Doesn’t that itch against your scars?”

Ellis twitches, looking down at his lap. His hands twist together.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Nic lays a hand over one of his. “Did Felicity hand it to you?”

He nods. Always nodding, useless at talking, a bad pet. Bad company.

“You couldn’t tell her no, huh?”

Nod. Cringe, waiting for the affectionate sigh, the touch and forgiveness for his stupidity.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice earlier. I’ll tell her tomorrow.”

He blinks. Sincere apology. Promise of change. He looks up at them, but they’re not smiling. They’re looking at him seriously, with compassion. “Is that okay?” they ask him softly.

He wants to hug them. He wants to throw himself into their arms and thank them with sweet, tumbling words, and stay there until he falls asleep and dreams of Master.

But he’s been given a pillow. He’s too much trouble. He curls up on his side, the cotton bedding smooth and only a little scratchy on his skin, and he tries to fall asleep.

#recovery whump #angst #comfort #aftermath #pet whumpee #ellis: polycule #iz #felicity #nic #ellis #scars #aggravating injuries #recovery #conditioning #deconditioning #past trauma

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Knot In Love - Alpha!Dean x Omega! Reader

A/N: Part twenty is back. Again, where it’s a daily thing? I am not tagging anyone new. 3pm is the magical time, usually. Today, there’ll be a few extra. One at 7pm and one at midnight. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy one of my favorites <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Series Warnings: Forced mating. Knotting. Alpha/Omega dynamics. Witchcraft (more based on real craft than Hollywood). Angst. Etc. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: Roughly 5,600

“It's almost eight thirty,” You chewed your lip, glancing towards the clock for the tenth time in an hour. “You sure he's alive?”

“I'll check on him,” Dean answered, less than thrilled with it. “You just keep sittin' there and looking pretty.” A scowl was returned but he didn't care. You were well and truly recovered. The effects of the Bad Place fading away. As far as he was concerned, you were to stay on the bench to keep you in that state. “Yo,” He slammed his fist into Sam's door, “Makin' pancakes. How many do you want?” No answer came through. Dean's brows slammed together.

“Anything?” You were pouring the batter on the griddle, when he came back out. Earning a glare. “What? I'm allowed to cook. Geesh.”

“You should be resting,” He bit out, taking the spatula from your hand. “Take a number from Sam's book.”

“I'm fine,” With a wave, you moved over to make more coffee and slice up some fruit to go with the rest of the meal. Earning another round of bitching.

By ten o'clock, all hope had been given up. You and Dean worked at picking up the mess. Putting away the left overs just as Sam ambled in. On the phone, still in his pajamas.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Dean perked up, sounding like ole Saint Nick in the process, “There he is.” He glanced at his watch dramatically.

“Leave him alone,” You scolded, tossing a strawberry at Dean's chest. He dodged it just in time, sparing the red flannel that covered him. “Saved you some.” Your fingers pointed down to the meal with a cheesy little grin that got you nowhere.

Sam nodded a bit in acknowledgment before addressing the person he was speaking to, “Hey, Donna... I'm here with Dean and Y/N. I'm gonna put you on speaker.” Your shoulders straightened a bit at that one. You'd barely met the woman. But she'd helped get you back. That was all you'd needed to know. The phone beeped as Sam moved closer to you and his brother, letting you listen. “Why don't you tell them what you told me?”

“Oh,” She started seriously, “It's my niece. She's gone missing. And...the local cops don't...” The bubbly blonde went quiet as she fought for control. You could hear the tears she was attempting to hold at bay. “I know its not your normal thing...but...”

“Text us the address. We're on the way.” Dean didn't hesitate. Barely let her finish.

“Thank you.” The call ended as the man in red kicked himself into motion.

Sam let out a sigh and turned your way, “You should pack up.”

“It's okay to not be okay, Sam.” A confused head tilt was his response. “Just...remember that.” With that, you moved to go to your room to throw together the essentials. Leaving him to mull on your words.

When the Impala pulled into the impound lot, Donna was leaning against a large black truck. Hands in her tan coat pockets as officers moved around the scene. She stared blankly into the distance as you all climbed out of the car. Dressed in the 'fancy' FBI garb.

“Hey, Donna,” Sam called out as he approached. Drawing her back to reality.

“Hey,” She didn't hesitate once she realized who was there. Stepping forward to catch him into a hug.

“How you holding up?” Dean asked, bending for his own piece of affection.

“Oh, you know...not great.” You were surprised to find yourself in her grasp after she'd pulled away from him. Sam let out a muttered 'yeah' as a way of showing he understood. “I'm sorry for calling you guys,” She stepped back a bit, “but Jody's got her hands full with the girls.”

“Hey, never apologize for calling us.” The older brother's warm demand tugged the edge of your lips. His loyalty shined bright, then. Not in the toxic way it had just a few short weeks before, Donna smiled in thanks. A weak, tired grin. Knowing he meant every syllable.

“So, what do we know?” Sam's voice was soft as he pressed for details.

“Uh, staties found her car side of the road,” Her hand pointed in the general direction. “Signs of a struggle.” Worry edged back into the newer hunter, then.

“And what was she doing out here?” He continued, hoping to piece together the situation.

“She was taking a gap year. It's, like, this thing where-”

“Take a year, run wild before you go to college?” Dean finished for her. He'd craved one of those. A time without hunting, where he could just be a normal kid. In the end, he hadn't even finished high school.

“Mhm,” Donna nodded, looking pleased that the men were able to comprehend the teenage psych, still. “Yeah.” Her face slowly fell, “I used to tell her about how much fun I had when I did it. Well, she thought that sounded like an adventure.” The crack in her voice became more evident as she spoke. “She thought...”

“Donna, hey,” Again, the gruffer voice spoke up. “Whatever happened, it's not your fault.”

“That's what Doug keeps telling me, but...” She let out a sigh as her eyes watered. Emotion winning out over logic. “I can't help but to think-”

“Just focus on the case,” Sam told her. She sent a solid nod, taking the advice.

“Doug here?” The concerned question came from Dean, again.

“Yeah, he's in there. Talking to the locals,” The gesture towards the impound's garage had heads turning that way.

“I'll go check in,” He stuck his hands in his trench coat pockets before heading towards the building.

“I'm coming with you,” You spoke up as you shimmied after him. Placing a comforting squeeze on Donna's arm before you'd taken off after the bow legged gait. “I could try a location spell-”

“You're going to take it easy,” Was the firm order, cutting off the suggestion you'd offered the moment you were out of ear shot. When your footsteps ended, he sighed. Realizing his mistake. Slowly, he turned back around. Face coated in shame. “You're still weak, Y/N. I don't want you overdoin' it... that's all.”

“While I get what you're saying? I can't help but to think it's a fast way to getting answers,” You moved forward, taking in the room around you. A dark haired, vested man was talking to two brown clad officers to the side of the vehicle.

“Fast answers do us no good if you end up defenseless.” You hated that he had a point. Frowning, you brushed it off. Only zeroing back in when Dean spoke up a second time. “You see something on that tire?” Nodding, you both leaned in to inspect the cross that was embedded in the thick rubber.

“Hey! What are you doin'?” A loud voice called out, approaching with heavy footsteps.

“Oh,” Dean stood upright, motioning towards the car, “I- we, um...” All eyes zeroed in on the pair of you.

“I asked you a question, son. You and the little gal.” The condescending voice made your back stiffen. You weren't the only one.

“First off, I'm not your son.” Dean was on the prowl, turning dangerous instantly. Testosterone and anger a deadly combination. For once, you found yourself admiring the dark tilt of the head as he slunk forward. “Second-”

“Whoa,” The man in the vest approached, quickly, to divert the situation at hand. You were almost disappointed. Wanted Dean to finish what he'd started. Bloodlust wasn't your usual. It should have been startling, but you hadn't exactly been yourself those past few weeks. “Whoa, easy.” A nervous chuckle followed as he stepped between the small war at hand. “Agent Clegg, this is Agent Savage, FBI...And...I don't know who she is.”

“She's with me, Doug.” All that was needed to be said. Or rather, all he was offering.

“Oh? Company man.” The man who had been introduced had a pinched up face and grey hair. Somehow, even then, he managed to sound insincere. You decided that you didn't like him on principal. “Wow, you should've told me.”

“Well, I didn't get the chance,” The alpha tone in Dean's voice couldn't be denied. Letting the shorter man know exactly who was in charge. A sarcastic smile drawing across his face.

“Uh huh,” Came the brisk response. Agent Clegg didn't like that. He was a Beta with a desire for the power an Alpha could wield. Knocking one down a peg seemed like the best way to go about that goal. “And what field office are you out of?” Your eyes narrowed on the villain of the moment. “I'm just curious who I should call about you walking through my crime scene.”

“Prick,” You coughed into your hand, before batting your eyes up at the narrowed gaze. You were just calling it how you saw it. Dean bit back his snort and focus at the task at hand.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” He smoothed over, ignoring the way you huffed in the background. “Uh, I'm not here on official business. The victim, she's family.” Doug turned towards Dean in disbelief as the lie unfolded. “She's my cousin, so I'm just here to get some answers.”

“Oh,” That seemed to deflate the ego momentarily. He turned to Doug, waiting for a comment. Nothing came forward. “I can respect that.”

“Doubtful.” Only Dean seemed to hear you, stepping back just far enough to step on your toes in warning.

“All right,” The ego-maniac gave in. “Come on, I'll fill you in.”

“Yeah,” He moved to follow the Agent, until a hand blocked his chest.

“Sorry,” The other beta in the room looked nervous when the hard green eyes turned to him. “You and Donna are related?”

“Yeah,” Came Dean's choked response paired with a forced smile. As if asking how he'd never known that.

“So, you were in Sioux Falls a couple of weeks ago At the family reunion?” The question sounded more like an interrogation than you cared for.

“I was there,” He managed after a moment of pause. Realizing the story the woman had come up with to appease her lover. A rough chuckle left him, then, “Yeah.”

“Donna said it was a pretty wild time,” Doug laughed with Dean. Searching for details in the only way he knew how.

“It was wild,” Was the Alpha's response, sounding as pained as he felt. “Absolutely.”

“The understatement of the year,” You spoke up, wrapping around Dean's arm. Leading him away from the conversation. “Unfortunately, we have more pressing matters at hand.” A motion towards the agent was all that was needed to get everyone in gear.

“Now, this is where we found it,” Clegg pointed at a dot on the map once everyone gathered. Just beside the small orange car that rested on the lined paper. “This is an older stretch of highway, mostly used by long-haul truckers.” His hands tucked into his dress pants pockets. “There's no patrols to stop the speeders.”

“So, who found the car?” Sam asked while you took in the spread in the background. Enthralled that the crime maps were a real thing. Sticky notes, images, and red yarn covered the board in the back.

“Troopers got an anonymous tip,” The man bounced on his toes, looking none too happy about that.

“Well, that's convenient.” Dean frowned deep.

“Yeah, fits with the pattern, though.” The older gentleman pointed out, making you look back to the board behind him.

“Pattern?” Sam needed more clarification on that.

“They think its part of something bigger,” Doug answered, making himself the focal point for a moment. “And Wendy's not the only one.”

“Hence that,” Your finger pointed out where you'd been staring.

“We found evidence that suggests she was targeted by a serial abductor,” Clegg continued, nodding with your assessment. Doug's hand patted Donna's back in comfort as the evidence unraveled. “Now that spike we found on the tire? That's classic Butterfly.”

“Sorry? Butterfly?” Dean beat you to it. It was arguably one of the worst names for a villain you'd ever heard.

“That's what we- what I call him,” Was the correction. Good cop appeared to be working alone on this one. He turned around to point out each point on the map that had been behind his back. “He's got kind of a migrating pattern.” His hand followed the red, yarn lines downwards, “Now, in the winter? He makes his way southward. Targeting people that are traveling alone; people who won't be missed.” The trail went back up the map, “Then, in the summer? He turns around and he heads back north.”

“Now, what about the victims?” You spoke up, looking at each and every face that was planted on the board.

The man's eyes turned to Donna, who was still standing strong, “Go on.”

“They disappear,” The answer wasn't helpful in the slightest. The blonde's lips twisted a bit at that. “We've never even found a body.”

“So...maybe they aren't, you know, gone gone.” Doug tried to improve the mood around the room. A breathy chuckle at the end. The less than positive looks coming his way made him back down.

“Maybe,” Clegg conceded, but no one truly bought it. “Look, having you all here is not standard operating procedure,” Donna's arms crossed stubbornly as the man talked, “but if you wanna help...” He trailed off, leaving the option open. “Now, I've been chasing this psycho for the last twelve years. I could use all the help I can get.”

Dean turned to Sam, reading his brother's shake of the head before he responded, “Okay, we're in.” The warning had been ignored, earning a frown from the younger of the two.

“Maybe a fresh perspective is what you need to catch this freak,” You gave in. More so for Donna's sake than anything. You were still sore from the earlier treatment. But, perhaps there was some room for redemption.

Back at the motel, you sat across from Dean at the table, toweling your hair as he fiddled with an old radio. You'd been given permission to take the first shower while the brothers grabbed dinner and set up for the night. Sam walked by, glancing at the scene before moving over to the closet, “No one uses CB radios anymore.”

“All that smoky saw was my rubbers,” The phrase came through the static, making your brow quirk a bit.

“No one except truckers,” Dean pointed out proudly. You glanced up as Sam started tugging off his trench coat. “Breaker, breaker one-nine,” The deep voice drawled into the microphone. “This is sixty-seven, the Midnight Rider. Looking for the four-one-one on my Alice in Wonderland.”

“Wo-ho,” The voice from before spoke up through the radio, “Midnight Rider. Sounds like that piece ran out on you.” The green eyes glanced up your way made you freeze for a moment. He was surely thinking of the 'piece' that had run out on him. Before you could get too tangled up in that one, they were gone. You turned back to Sam, watching the meticulous way the coat was pressed to the hanger.

“She's redhead, brown sedan,” The button was pressed in as Dean talked. “She's family.” The static hissed again as the suit jacket left the strong back in front of you, revealing the wrinkled white dress shirt. The material stretched out and the softened as Sam's muscles bunched. “Breaker, breaker, anyone?”

“Hot diggity,” The words turned you away from your own little strip show in disgust. “I'll find your Alice. She'll be my family, too.”

Another laugh came through, making Dean's head shake, “Not if I get to her first.”

“Pigs,” You snorted out, rolling your eyes. Not that you were much better, peeping back to the show on the side. Your heat may have passed. But, being alone with the Winchsters in such close proximity was starting to get under your skin. You missed the barrier that Jack had safely provided. Hell, you just missed him in general.

“You see?” Sam couldn't help but to gloat a bit as the hanger clanked against the rod. “Told you.” The door shut with more force than necessary as the younger brother moved to the bed he'd claimed, “This is stupid.”

“It'll work,” Dean held out faith, ignoring his cranky sibling. “Dad used it all the time.”

“This isn't even our kind of case!” The tall man bit out; everything that had been stewing inside of him breaking free. “And you know, with the real Feds here? We should back down.”

“You're joking, right?” You frowned with Dean as you took in the antsy movements of the man in front of you.

“We're still fugitives,” That was a fair enough point. There was more risk than usual involved. However, Donna had helped bail all of you out of the Bad Place. Your bones would have been Godzilla and King Kong's love child's tooth picks if it wasn't for her and the other women.

“They think we're dead.” Not that it was the first time that had come out as false. Something that Sam had no problem pouncing on.

“Do you really wanna get on the FBI's radar, again?” You sure as hell didn't want to make it there in the first place.

Dean glanced your way before tossing down the mic as the conversation in the back continued, “Okay, so what do you want to do?” He leaned up more in his seat to get better eye contact. “Hm? You wanna call up Donna and say: ' Hey, sorry about your niece. These kinda things happen. Later.' And head back to the bunker so you can mope some more?”

“I'm not moping.” The appalled tone made you reach over for the tea you'd brought along. You were going to need all of the chamomile the world had stocked to remain calm if it kept up. “Y/N, tell him that I'm not moping!”

“Oh, no. We're not throwing a witch into the middle of a hunter throw down. Alpha hunters at that,” Your hand cut the air, symbolizing the end of that one. “I don't have a death wish. You two duke out whatever is goin' on between yourselves.”

The older brother had no problem following that order, “You got up at ten am this morning.” Sam's face pinched a bit at that. “Ten am.” Dean's hand brushed against the table as he talked, watching how his brother mentally rolled that off. “You. Mr. Rise and Freaking Shine.” With that, he was moving to his feet, heading towards his case of beer. “And then you turned down pancakes.”

“I wasn't hungry,” He said the words easily, almost proud in his dismissiveness. But his body was stiffening by the second. Sam tugged up his pant legs a bit before plopping down on his bed. An action that better fit a petulant child than a man topping six feet by four inches.

“They're pancakes,” The deadpanned look Dean gave as the top twisted said plenty. The carbon fizzled from the bottle. Filling the silence.. “You-”

He cut himself off as he took a step towards Sam. The younger brother's lips pulled back until his dimples showed through. One shoe was removed as he looked up to his mentor, looking almost gleeful that Dean was jumping his ass. You watched the exchange with interest.

“Look, I know you're in a dark place right now. Okay?” The irony of who was saying those words clicked in your mind, then. Suddenly, you understood the humor the younger brother carried on his face. “I mean, we just lost Jack. Mom is...” They didn't know. He moved on, avoiding that topic for the night. “I think about 'em, too. All the time.” Sam didn't seem to buy it as the shoe clattered onto the linoleum floor. “But, you can't let it eat you up.” In some level of your mind, you acknowledged that you had no part in the conversation. That you were better off taking a walk, and giving them space. But, hearing this side of Dean? You couldn't turn away if you wanted to. “Now, look. When I was...when I was broken up,” He continued the monologue while his brother began working on the other shoe. “You were there for me. Well, I'm here for you, now. And I'm telling you, the only way out of this is through.” Nothing. So, he kept going. “Now, when everything goes to hell... what do we do? We put our heads down and do the work.” Not the healthiest coping method, you acknowledged internally. “We'll find Jack. We'll save mom. We will.” His final point came home, then. “But right now, Donna needs our help.” Your eyes turned back to the radio as a woman's voice came across, calling for Dean's radio name. “Okay?” A slow nod was his answer before Sam turned away. With that, he moved back to his mic as the self proclaimed Felix the Cat called to him, again.“Ten- four, Felix. What do you got?” He set down his beer as he talked into the mic.

“Better we talk live, and in color. You mind meeting up?” Instantly, your mind went to the worst. Assuming that the information was a hoax. Dean's voice rumbled just right. You wouldn't have blamed the woman. “There's uh...there's a place off Gold Rush Byway. Just past mile marker nine-eighty.” You jotted down the words on the note pad beside you. “I'll roll through around noon.”

“It's a date. Over.” His eyes met yours, making sure you got it. You slid the paper his way. “All right.” The mic was dropped, and he turned back to Sam, Looking proud while stuffing his hand into his pocket. Silently gloating that he'd gotten a lead. “I'll go check that out tomorrow. Why don't you two hang back in case something else breaks?”

“Okay...look,” Sam started, blinking fast as he talked. A sigh leaving him. “Obviously, I'm here for Donna. Alright? I wanna help. And, I'm sure Y/N feels the same way.” You let out a noise that said it should never have been in question.

“I know you do,” Dean didn't hesitate in responding. As if he'd known what was coming. “So...let's find this son of a bitch.”

–

“You could have sent me with Sam,” You turned towards Dean in the Impala before it could stop. Taking in the plaid flannel and brown vest he was wearing. He looked like a damn lumber jack. Not that you minded. That was the problem. “Why didn't you?”

“Just thought that you'd want to take more car rides now that you aren't arfing your guts out,” He answered as if it were that simple; steering into the parking space.

It wasn't. Not even close. He didn't trust the state Sam was in. Dean didn't want you over exerting yourself. And to make sure it didn't happen, he kept you with him. That's all.

It had nothing to do with how your eyes had wandered the night before. Nothing to do with the form fitting, long sleeved, ivory colored, sweater dress you'd donned that veed down into your bust line. Stopping about mid-thigh. No, none of that mattered. Or, so he told himself.

Intricate lines traveled across the body of it, making one think of a corseted garb from the middle ages. The black tights peeked out from the rounded hem, just above the thigh high boots you wore. Your favorite crystal bobbed down into the material. A black pea-coat coat rested over your legs. The look reminded him of a modern white witch while keeping you comfortable in the cooler air.

“I don't believe you,” Your eyes squinted as you talked. His fingers were holding the steering wheel too tightly. “Why don't ya try again?”

“You're too damned nosy for your own good,” He muttered, slamming the car into park. “Look, Sam's in a bad place right, now. I don't want him to have to worry about you, too. That's it.”

“That's closer to it,” You made a point to search his eyes. Waiting for a tell. “Fine, I'll take that cheap ass answer. For now.”

“For now,” He mocked, getting out of his door roughly. All the while, muttering about how women could never just take what was offered.

“So, this girl of yours...” The voice that had emitted from the box the night before finally had a face moments later.

“Mhm, you saw her that night?” Dean rested with his arms on the table, while you leaned as far back in your seat as you could. Arms and legs both crossed as you listened. Inspecting the woman with wary eyes.

She was far better looking than the stereotype surrounding female truckers alluded to. Full red lips, mocha skin, curled hair that was pulled on top of her head with the edges shaved, and covered in denim. Edgy in all of the right ways.

“Yeah, twice.” She answered, easily. Playing with the edge of her cup. “Usually, I...I try to stay out of this sort of stuff. I just run my route and keep out of trouble. But...that night, that girl...” She sucked in her breath before letting out a sigh. “Like I said, I saw her twice.” Your head tilted at that one. Trying to piece together where the story was going. “Uh, once at a station off Highway twenty-six. And then later, I was driving off road eighty eighty and...” A sigh of regret left her. “I shouldn't have left her there.” The shame was palpable. “But, um...I was running behind schedule, and I just...Well, it's the only reason I even gassed up there. That place gives me the creeps.”

“And what's this place called?” You asked, tugging the small notebook out of your coat's pocket.

“Manny's Truck Stop Cafe.”

That night, you found yourself at the location with Dean, and Doug- who was forced to the back with once he appeared. One of the N's flickered on the sign above the small building. Weeds surrounded the edges. The place was a dump.

“Got that report you asked for,” Doug breathed out once he was out of the rain. His hood still resting over his head. He passed up the file he'd brought along. “Everything that's gone down at Manny's Truck Stop Cafe, lately.”

“And?” Dean demanded the brief as you both skimmed over the file.

A deep sigh left the man, “Couple of D and D's, four counts of public urination, but...”

“Nothing that screams secret hunting ground for a kidnapper,” The hunter huffed out, looking up at the building in frustration.

“Not exactly.” Dean's lips pursed at that, and he turned back to the reports. Searching for something. Anything.

“Can I ask you a question? About Donna?” You bit back the laugh at the wide eyed look Dean gave the man before agreeing warily. “Is she gonna be okay? I mean, I love Donna...” You could hear the but coming before it ever got there. “But, I've only known her for a couple of years, and this...I've never seen her like this.”

“I'm not sure what you mean,” The reports were closed as Dean turned away.

“I mean, she's barely talkin' to me. And we always talk.” Your lip was bleeding as you watched the Winchester's incredulous face turn back to the babbling fool in the back. If there was ever a man that shouldn't have answered questions about relationship struggles, it was Dean Winchester. The gaze of confusion when Doug claimed to discuss everything, yet only listed off superficial items had you using your knuckles to hold back the laugh. Even the hunter saw the problem, there. “This is a tough time, I know...but...I think she's hiding something from me.” Suddenly, you weren't laughing anymore. Before Dean got a chance to respond, Doug was shaking his head. Backtracking away from the conversation. “Any-hoo, forget it. It's probably nothing. I'm probably just spinning. It's nothing.”

A nervous chuckle left the man, making you feel almost sorry for him. He truly had no idea about Donna's other life. You'd be amazed if he'd ever taken the time to talk about something deep the way he rattled on.

“Doug, you're a good guy.” Hearing something like that from a man like Dean always boosted the confidence in a beta. “And you're gonna be there for Donna.” That sounded vaguely threatening. His protectiveness towards the people in his life shining through.

“You betcha.” The lesser man quickly agreed.

“So, you know...just...trust her.” A small, encouraging smile pulled at his full lips. “Okay?” The man nodded, and prepared to leave.

“Doug...when there's a crisis.” You spoke up, refusing to meet the green gaze that turned to look at you in the low light as you drew attention to yourself. “It's easy to forget that emotions can change people. Brings out different pieces of what's inside of them.” The man you were talking to drew his thick brows together. “Relationships...they aren't just talking about TV shows. And the people themselves? They're complex. She's different because she's scared. Hell, terrified for Wendy. Alright? This isn't about you. This isn't something for you to take personally.” He hardly looked like he was taking in what you were saying, but that didn't stop you. “This is something that could break her...be gentle.”

“That sounded like you were talking from personal experience,” Dean didn't start the car once you two were alone. Simply kept his eyes glued to your face. “You wanna talk about it?”

“A few weeks ago...I was a little...a little unfair,” You acknowledged, but your eyes never quite made their way to his. Instead, you focused just past his jaw line. “You were scared. Desperate, even. I knew that. It probably came off as me dismissing it...And...I'm...I'm sorry if it did.”

“Are you really apologizing to me?” His knuckles tapped your chin, forcing you to turn to him. “You were right, you know. The tongue lashing was more than justified. I was a dick to her, and I can't take that back.”

“Jack will help your mom over there,” You had no doubts about that. “So, at least it wasn't all in vain.” Kaia had done more good than she'd ever anticipated. Saving four lives in one world, and two in the other. “I don't want you carrying it all on yourself.”

“You want to carry a piece of that guilt?” He questioned, his eyes tightening. Hating that you would even dream of it. “You're the one who was on her side.”

“And there's a million things that I could have done differently to change that day, too.” A shaky breath left your lips as you turned your face away. “I try not to focus on that bit.”

“So...what do you focus on?”

“Trying to be as strong as she was,” Your head rocked side to side a bit at that. Wondering if it would ever come naturally to you. “When I left...I was terrified, Dean. I had no idea where I fit into anything. Then, out of nowhere comes this little girl... who literally died to help save all of us- to save me. Despite the fact I was trapped in the place that she feared the most...” Humbling was an understatement. “Something bad is going to hit, and I have no idea when. Or, where. Or, even who is involved. I can just feel it.” Your hand rubbed through your hair. “Now, we're trying to save another teenager...and I feel completely useless-”

“You're not useless,” He promised. Not letting you get another word of self doubt in. “You might've just saved Donna's relationship.” You laughed at that one. Making his own lip lift just a hair as he took in the sound. And then, all at once, he was back to serious. “You...you bring me back down to earth, too.” His hand slid along your cheek to cup it in his calloused hands. Making you face him. See the truth in his eyes. “You helped Jack when I was too wrapped up in my own head to give the kid a chance...You just need a little time-”

“I've had weeks, Dean...I don't need more time. I need to do something.” You were going to end up being completely reckless if you didn't expend the energy, somehow. Your eyes drifted down to his mouth. Speaking of reckless...

“You really want to do that locating spell?” His question caught you by surprise.

“No, I've got something a little different in mind.” His brow rose at that. “It's not something I've tried. But...what if I can get a hold of her?” Dean looked at you worriedly, afraid of the ramifications if he agreed.

“How?” Your lips pressed together. There were two possible reactions to what you were about to suggest. You only hoped that it would be positive...

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xmalereader · 4 years

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The Mandalorian X Male Reader

|| Masterlist ||

@fuyuki-oshiha

Request: Can I request a mando x male reader. Where the male reader and mando have been together for a while and mando proposes to reader and If you can some light smut

Warnings: Light smut, fluff, baby yoda being a cockblock, humorous.

“Just a little higher—yep! Right there!”

“Here?”

“No wait—move a little bit higher, wait! There! There! Perfect.”

Y/n stands back as he stares up at the mandalorian fixing up their small home. “What you think?” He looks over his shoulder to see the child holding a frog in his hands as he gives y/n a confused look before shoving the small creature inside his mouth. “Yeah, I’m gonna have to get used to that,” he gags out and turns back to face their small house.

After traveling and being together for years th two have finally decided to settle down. They were a small family of three and the kid came first, din was more worried about the kids childhood than anything else. He wants the little womp rat to have a life, they didn’t have to run away anymore, they can finally settle down in a nice planet that the kid would enjoy being on.

The planet was small and the population wasn’t big, good thing is that not many bounty hunters know about the place and it gave them a chance to actually start a new life. It was full of green forests and vegetation, the ocean was near by so y/n and the kid could go any time they want and play around in the sand and in the waters. It was perfect for the three.

“Y/n?”

He is brought back from his thoughts as he looks up to see Din staring down a him. “What is it bucket head?” He calls back with a grin on his face, knowing that Din was frowning under that helmet of his. He simply shakes his head and turns back to look at their roof top, “Does it look good from down there?”

“What? Your ass? Because it sure does look pretty great from down here.”

Din wasn’t having it today as he listens to the other laugh at him. “Can’t believe I’m proposing to this man.” He mumbles to hismelf as he climbs down the ladder and walks over to y/n. “Maybe you should fix the roof and ill keep an eye on the kid.” He says with a small grin as y/n shakes his head. “Nope I’m on baby duty.”

The two turn to look at the child who was staring back at them with his big black eyes. “Maybe we should take a break, it won’t even rain tonight so we can finish fixing the roof tomorrow.” Said Din as he removes his gloves and heads inside the hut.

Y/n smiles and picks up the child, holding him in his arms as he taps his nose. “Lets make some dinner, what should we eat tonight?” He asks the child who only cooed at him and squeals as he began to climb onto his shoulders. Y/n allows this with a small laugh as he enters their home.

The mandalorian was already removing his beskar, setting it into a small pile on one of their chairs. “What should I make today?” Asks y/n as he enters their small kitchen, gently taking the child off his shoulders and setting him down on top of the counter. “Actually I want to do something different tonight.”

Y/n raises a brow at Din, frowning as he held a wooden spoon and points it towards the mandalorian. “You’re not Turing my kitchen into a work shop.” He glares at his direction but Din laughs and moves the wooden spoon away from his face. “I want to cook today, let me make you something.”

“You, cook?” Y/n gives Din a baffled look.

“You saying I can’t cook?”

“No, no! Just a little shocked...and worried.”

“I’m not gonna burn down the place.” Din takes the spoon from him and rolls his eyes. “Out.”

“You’re kicking me out of my own kitchen?!”

“Yes.” His voice was stern.

“okay.” Y/n is quick to give in as he reaches over to take the kid but Din stops him. “Kid stays with me, need his little help.” The child blinks up at y/n and gives off a small chirp in agreement, meaning that him and din had already agreed to help each other.

Y/n eyes the two in curiosity. “Should I be concerned?”

“Go!” Din laughs out. “And don’t come in unless I tell you too.” He adds.

“I feel so bretrayed, my own boyfriend and son kicking me out of the kitchen.” He says out dramatically with a hand over his heart as he showing them that he has been hurt.

The child giggles at his caretakers dramatic moment and waves his own little hand towards him, shooing him away from the area as he too waves a wooden spoon around. “You heard the kid, now go.”

Y/n groans and walks over to his bag, taking a pair of gloves out. “Ill be outside getting the garden ready, want ot make sure that we have a good spot to planet our own Vegetables.” He grabs the things that he’ll need, kicking the door open as he sends the two a wink and steps outside, making sure that the door closes behind him.

Once Y/n has gone, the mandalorian sighs in relief and reaches up to remove his helmet. Setting it down next to him as he turns to face the child who tilts his head to the side, his ears lowering slowly as he waits for instruction.

“Alright ad’ika, today is a very special day.” He says, talking to the child as he moves around the kitchen and gathers up some ingredients. “Today we are going to make a cake, something that I’ve never done before but we should give it a try since we will have to learn, but that has nothing to do with what is today.” He hears the child chirp at him.

The child was frowning and had his little arms crossed over his chest, tapping his little foot as he grew inpatient with his buir.

Din rolls his eyes. “You’re getting y/n’s sass and its showing.” The child giggles as he moves around the counter, helping his Buir with making a special cake for y/n.

For the rest of the day both Din and the kid worked together to make the cake, it took a couple of times to find the perfect mix before they started baking. The kitchen was a mess and the kid was all covered in flour but Din was able to clean him up before they could present their work.

They made sure to clean up the kitchen since they don’t want to upset y/n with the mess.

Y/n was outside all day, he was sweating and dirty. He was covered in dirt and mud as he gathers his things and places them down by a corner where no one will take his things, sighing deeply he wipes the sweat away and enters his house. “I’m almost finished but I hope that we get to plant—“ he’s frozen in place as the lights are off and small candles are lit up around the place, giving it off a romantic vibe as y/n looks around to see both Din and the child sitting by a all table.

“What’s this?” He smiles at his boys and kicks off his shoes, walking over to sit acros from Din as the Mandalorian smiles under his helmet. “We both made you something.” He says as he places the cake in front of y/n who’s eyes widen.

“Din..”

“Happy anniversary.” He hears Din say as y/n gasps. “Oh no, I totally forgot I’m so sorry!” He quickly says as Din shakes his head. “I figured you would, we’ve been busy for the last couple of weeks so I didn’t expect you to remember.” He shrugs it off like it wasn’t a big deal.

“But still! I don’t have anything for you and you made me cake! Like how the hell did it turn out so perfect?” Y/n inspects the cake as he raised a brow.

“You saying I can’t bake?”

“No, no, just surprised.” Y/n smiles at Din and sighs. “Thank you, this is perfect.”

“That’s not all I did.” Din turns to the child. “Ad’ika, Can you bring me y/n’s gift.” The small green child nods as he waddled Over to one of There bags, digging inside he pulls out a small brown box and uses the force to pass it over to Din who takes it genlty. “Thank you.” He says as he reached over to steady the kid and sit him in his lap.

“For you.” Din slides the small box across the table and towards y/n.

Y/n genlty takes the box and bites his lip nervously as he pops it open. “It’s a ring? No wait—“ he takes it out of the box and takes a closer look, not noticing Din removing his helmet as y/n inspected the ring.

“It’s beskar! It’s made out of beskar!” He says proudly and looks up to face Din only for his eyes to widen, seeing dins face for the first time in years. “Din—“

“Marry me.” He blurts out as the child coos at the two and smiles.

“Wait what? Din you just—you can’t just—!” He was stuttering. First he gets a proposal from the man that he’s known for years and now he finally gets to see his face, breaking the creed.

“Din the creed—“

“It’s still my creed, I haven’t broken it.” He explains. “What do you mean?”

“The creed is only broken if I show my face to strangers or people that I don’t know or can’t trust but you—“ Din reaches Over to take his hand. “Your family and were allowed to show our faces to the ones we love, also to our spouses.”

Y/n holds Dins hand. “But I’m not your spouse.”

“That’s why I’m asking you to marry me, are you saying you no?”

“What?! No! Of course I want to marry you!” Y/n shouts out happily as he stands up and makes his way around the table to hug the Mandalorian also giving him a kiss on the lips as he grins. “You know I could get used to this handsome face.” He wiggles his brows as Din chuckles. “Not in front of the kid.”

The child was sitting between the two as he looks up at them, smiling happily that his two parents were going to get married, finally! He claps his tiny hands together and cheers out in mando’a. “Oye!!”

“How come the kid knows better mando’a than me?” He questions as the child continues to cheer. “Because he actually Pays attention.”

Y/n gasps. “What? How dare you, the wedding is off.”

Din barks out in laughter. “We just got engaged!”

“I know.” Y/n grins at him and looks down at the beskar ring that he held in his hand. Din smiles as he takes the ring and slips it onto his finger, brining his hand up to kiss the top of his palm. “We can plan things later, right now it is our day.”

“Your right.” Y/n takes the kid from Din. “Which means that this little one needs sleep, ain’t I right?” He asks the kid as the small little bean coos and leans his head against his chest, closing his eyes immediately as he grows tired from all the working.

“I’ll put him to bed.” He tells Din and heads to the kids room, setting him inside the crib they had as he covers him up with a blanket and makes sure that he has his stuff frog next to him since the kid really liked that stuff toy that Din got him. Smiling he quietly leaves the room and heads back to the main room to see Din sitting up against the wall. “He asleep?” He whispers out.

“Yes.” Y/n responds as he walks over to straddled Din’s lap. Smiling at him as he keeps his arms wrapped around him. “Good.” He hears Din say as he leans up to kiss his husband to-be. Y/n laughs against his lips as he pulls away, cupping his face as he examines him closely. “Wait, the last time I touched your face you had stubble.” He gasps dramatically. “Why did you shave it off? I love your stumble and mustache.” He grins at Din who rolls his eyes. “I needed to shave, besides it’ll grow back.” With that he dives back in, capturing his lovers lips into a deep kiss as the other laughs and falls back onto the floor with Din hovering above him and gripping his hips.

Y/n sighs out a moan as he ran his fingers through Din’s hair, gripping it softly as he grinds his hips upwards, hearing Din moan back as the two have their own make out session. The two are so distracted that they don’t notice the child standing information of them, holding his stuffed frog with his ears lowered down in worry as his whines, thinking that is own dads were fighting or something.

Din is the first to detect the whining, pulling away quickly as he sees the child and groans. “What?” Y/n questions as he leans his head back to see an upside down baby, smiling nervously he gives the child a small wave. “Hi..”

He was shirtless while Din had his pants semi-off, the two were too distracted to even know that the kid was watching but of course the kid had no idea what was happening. He was afraid that his parents were fighting that he had gripped his frog closer than usual and begins to tear up, letting small tears pour out of his eyes.

“No, no dont cry!” Y/n scrambles off the ground and reaches out to take the kid in his arms, patting his back as the child buries his face between the crook of his neck as he sobs silently. “It’s okay, we weren’t doing anything.” He assures him and turns to give Din a side glance. He was pulling his pants back up and sits back against the wall. “Maybe its best to finish once he’s officially asleep.”

“good idea.” He chuckles out and turns his attention back to the kid who has calmed down and was only sniffing quietly as he holds onto Y/n. For the rest of the night the three of them stay awake, keeping the child entertained and happy until he has fallen back asleep.

#imagine #male reader #din djarin x male reader #din djarin #the mandalorain #the mandalorian x male reader #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal #star wars x male reader

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inlovewithsaturn · 3 years

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Dean Winchester’s 42nd Birthday

Dean woke up on his 42nd birthday the way he had been waking up nearly every day in the last few months: an armful of white fur and wet kisses across his cheeks. When Miracle first came home with them Dean had made sure to get her a big, cushy, memory foam dog bed so that she would be comfortable, but it had taken all of three nights for him to relent and let her sleep pressed against his side. He liked having her there, hell, he didn't even try and hide it. He was trying to hide things less now. He was trying to be better. ** **

He was trying to be the man Cas had told him he was.

The thought of Cas had him hugging Miracle just a little tighter to his chest, burying his face in her warm fur. He thought about Cas a lot. His eyes, his final moments, his confession. Dean missed him more than he really thought was possible. But life goes on. You lose people and you have to keep going, no matter how big the ache in your chest gets, you have to keep going. That's what Dean was trying to do. He wanted Cas’s sacrifice to mean something. If he got out now Cas’s death would have been for naught, so he kept going.

There had been some close calls, even as the number of hunts got lower and lower. Dean had a nasty gash still healing on his ribs from where a piece of rebar almost got him, now that would have been a dumb way to go. Those first couple of weeks had been hard. Dean contemplated just ending it all, he wasn't really sure how to go on after everything that happened, wasn't sure how to fill the angel-sized hole in his heart. But Cas’s words played on his head in a loop and he wasn't going to die and throw away the chance Cas had died to give him. He loved the other man far too much to let that happen.

So Dean got up, he pulled on his dead guy robe and grabbed the plate from last night’s pizza rolls, and he scratched Miracle behind the ears. Today was going to be a good day, whether the universe wanted it to be or not. He hummed as he walked to the kitchen. He was doing better. Coffee was scenting the air as he neared the doorway and, oh, bacon? Happy birthday to him! As he grinned and rounded the doorway three things immediately became clear. 1. That was not his brother (way too short), 2. The “unbreakable” glass plates he got at the store were not in fact unbreakable if the cuts pricking his legs were to be believed, and 3. He was going to get to start his birthday by killing whatever son of a bitch had decided to put on that trenchcoat and waltz into his home.

The shattering dinnerware caused the creature to turn in surprise, it's elbow nearly bumping the frying pan to the ground, but it caught it at the last moment. It then turned back, blue eyes locking with green. Dean was frozen, not for long but for longer than a seasoned hunter should have been. In two long strides he had a knife from the butcher block in his grip and was pressing the blade to the fucker’s neck with his other arm solidly around it’s chest. His voice was wobbling when he spoke.

“I dont care what the fuck you are, get out of that body now or your death is gonna take a hell of a lot longer than it needs to.”

The sigh of frustration coming from the monster was almost expected. Monsters were cocky little bastards. The words it spoke though? Rather surprising.

“Dean, if you don't let me go the bacon is going to burn and this is the only pack in the fridge.”

Huh. Okay. So it was going to get extra tortured then. It was one thing to take his shape but pretending to be his angel cooking him breakfast was another. He pressed down harder with the knife, drawing a blood and a wince-

“Cas?”

Dean didn't loosen his hold but he did turn his neck to look at Sam, who was currently in the same position of shock Dean had vacated moments earlier. His brother’s face pushed the tears that were burning the back of his eyes into the light. He needed a drink.

“Sam, get the silver and the holy water from the cupboard,” Sam didn't move. “Now!” Dean gritted out, just as the monster cut in.

“I'm not a shapeshifter Dean, or a demon, I was just trying to make breakfast.”

“Shut up. Stop saying my name.” Was all Dean could manage. He had been thinking about hearing Cas say his name, just once more, for weeks now. This was agony.

Sam had apparently been shaken from his trance because the next thing Dean felt was residual holy water splashing his cheek. He let go of one arm so Sam could push up the coat, his coat, and draw the thin silver blade over skin.

Nothing happened except a few pricks of blood and a sharp inhale that Dean could feel pressed against his chest. Then there was a quiet, fluttering, woosh to his left. A sound he hadn't heard in months.

“It seems I should have arrived at the same time as Cas, sorry about that.”

Dean’s brain was going way too fast. It felt like there was cotton stuffed in his ears and all the way through his skull. The edges of his vision went dark, zeroing in on the figure standing next to the stove, white jacket somehow almost glowing. Now Dean was almost certain that this was a dream because the last thing he saw before fainting backwards into the counter was Jack, smiling like there was absolutely nothing amiss.

His head hurt. Not like a hangover but more like that time a vampire had clocked him from behind with a 2x4. He opened his eyes, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. That dream had been insane. Why was he in the kitchen?

“How is your head Dean?” Cas’s low voice washed over him in a sea of warmth.

“It hurts like a bitch. What happened Cas?”

Oh fuck. Not a dream.

Dean pushed up so he was sitting and tried to stand and tackle the man before him at the same time but the floor seemed to rush towards him and he ended up slumped on Cas’s chest. Warm arms caught him by the waist and sat him back down. A large hand gripped his chin and he was turned to see his brother.

“Calm the hell down okay? You hit your head pretty hard on the counter.” Dean jerked his eyes back to Cas and tried, again unsuccessfully, to leave his hold. His face was turned again.

“He's not a monster Dean, stop moving. You have a cut.” Sam lifted his hand to place a small bandaid on Dean’s eyebrow.

“What?”

“Jack pulled me out. Please let your brother finish his first aid so we can talk.”

Dean sat still.

Once Sam was satisfied with his handiwork he and Cas helped Dean stand and move to the table.

Dean sat still.

This was not happening. How in the world could it be?

Cas sat in front of him. Cas gazed at him with a mix of worry and pure joy. Cas reached out a hand to gently squeeze the one Dean had lying limp on the tabletop. He felt real. He felt like Cas.

“Cas?” Cas smiled wider.

“Hello, Dean.”

Tears slid down Dean’s cheeks as his hand not currently occupied with gripping onto Cas lifted, shaking, to brush across the angel’s cheekbone. He was really here. He was warm and solid and breathing. He was the most beautiful thing Dean had ever seen.

“How are you here?” His voice was barely above a whisper. He was terrified that if he spoke too loud or moved too fast this would all fall apart and he would wake back up in his bed, alone with only his dog and memories to keep him going.

“Jack came to an agreement with the Empty, he could help it sleep if he was allowed to pull a few angels out to help in Heaven. I was the first.”

“I prayed to you Cas. I didn't think you could hear me but I kept praying. How long have you been out?” At this, sadness shadows across blue eyes, guilt evident in his ethereal features.

“A while by Earth standards of time. There was so much to be done. I heard them. I heard you.”

He looks back up.

“I am sorry Dean, we worked as fast as we could. I cannot tell you what it is now, but it is far better than what my father created. Jack is a good leader. It was important I finished before I saw you again.”

“Why?” Dean is now holding both of Castiel’s hands in his own. A sad smile graces Cas’s mouth.

“Because I knew once I saw you I would be unable to leave you again.”

Dean stands, the floor now remaining steady under his feet, and has his arms around Cas in seconds. Castiel stands as well so he can wrap around him, Dean’s face quickly finding its home in the crook of Cas’s neck.

“Thank you.”

“I didn't actually do it, Jack is the one to thank.”

“No.” Dean pulls back so he can see Cas’s face. “Thank you for coming back.”

“I’ll always come when you call.”

Dean pulls him back in, suffocating himself in the scent of Cas. He stays that way for a time, only pulling away when he hears a small giggle from behind him. Jack is beaming, as is Sam, and Dean rushes to envelop Jack in a hug as well.

“Thanks kid.”

“Of course, Dean. It was his choice anyway, I just made it happen. I don't think there is anyone better to teach him how to be human than you and Sam.”

Dean pulls back.

“Human?”

Cas speaks again, anxiety laced into his words.

“Yes, as Jack said, I made the choice. I can go somewhere else if that-” Dean’s arms surround him once again, crushing any doubts he was holding.

“We are gonna teach you everything okay? You're gonna love it.” Dean is smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. Cas is staying here. Cas is human and real and he's here.

“I know you all need to catch up on some things but I do have some pressing matters to get back to, and I brought a birthday cake that I would very much like to eat.” Dean doesn't know if he will ever be able to feel this much joy ever again.

“And I insisted on a birthday pie as well, though it is not traditional I thought it may be appreciated.” Dean’s heart could have exploded right then and there. Cas is the best thing that ever happened to him.

“Get some plates Sammy.”

They sit down, Cas and Dean on one side, Sam and Jack on the other. They eat cake. Dean eats pie. They tell Cas about the things Dean left out of his prayers, like Dean’s application to a local mechanic, and how Eilleen has been staying over more and more. They all hug Jack goodbye and he promises to drop in sometimes. Sam leaves to call Eilleen, and finally Dean and Castiel are sitting side by side in the empty kitchen. Cas speaks first.

“I got you something.” Dean blushes and averts his eyes from the man beside him.

“You didn't have to Cas. You coming back is pretty much the birthday gift of a lifetime.” Cas chuckles at that but slips his hand into the breast pocket of his coat all the same.

“I wanted to. You deserve good things, Dean. Especially on your birthday.” Dean wants to make a joke about how utterly unworthy he is of anything Cas has to offer but the words die in his throat as Castiel stands from his seat to kneel on the cold floor beside him. Holy shit.

“I heard your prayers Dean. I know how hard you tried to get me out. I know about your mom’s ring. I could hear the life you planned out for us. I heard everything. I could see you too. I know how hard you have been working to be true to yourself. I never regretted for a moment that I let the Empty take me. Not one. You are worth everything. I rebuilt Heaven for you, Dean. Everyone will benefit but I did it for you. You are so full of love. From the moment I raised you out of hell I knew I would never lay my eyes on another soul as beautiful as yours. I know I do not technically exist and you are legally dead but I do not want to spend another moment without you. So, Dean Winchester, will you marry me?”

Dean is on his knees, hands cradling Cas’s face, lips crashing against the ex-angel’s before he can even utter his response. He’s been wanting to do this for years. Dean kisses with every ounce of adoration he has in him, pushing away only when he needs to breathe. Their foreheads rest against each other, two sets of tears mixing on cheeks. They are breathing the same air, eyes still closed, chests rising and falling in frantic harmony.

“Yes! I love you. I love you so much I can hardly stand it.”

They're kissing again, soft and sweet. Dean’s fingers are threaded through dark hair, he never wants to let go. They stay kneeling on the bunker floor wrapped in eachother’s arms for what feels like an eternity. Once Dean can feel his knees giving out he stands and drags Cas along with him, the shorter man scooping up the ring box on the way. Dean hadn't even seen the ring yet. Cas clutches his hand and rests it over his heart while he fumbles to get the jewelry free.

It's a simple band, nothing flashy or ornate, but Dean’s eyes catch on something engraved inside. Cas reads his mind, the same way he always does.

“For Love,” Castiel smiles that same watery smile that is seared into Dean’s heart.

“The engraving, that's what it says. I made it before we came.” With those words he slips the ring onto Dean’s hand. He doesn't let go, only uses one hand to pull Dean back in, kissing him with all the love in the world. Dean kisses back, matching him move for move.

The next day they walk hand in hand through the door of the lone jewelry store in Lebanon, Mary’s old ring in Dean’s pocket. Lighter silver than the one on Dean’s finger but fitting all the same. They get it engraved too.

“We are.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #spn fanfiction #spn #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #Destiel #destiel fanfic #also this is my first try and fanfiction since like 2015 so here we go

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myinconnelly1 · 4 years

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Seeing Blue (4)

Warnings: Angst, Season 14 spoilers, pregnancy Summary: Michael is will to do anything to get Dean to say Yes. Word Count: 773

Aesthetic by the wonderful @tumbler-tidbits

“Jody? What are you doing here?” You asked as you came out of the bathroom to see the woman waiting in front of your room.

“The Chief was worried about you, he asked me to check up on you. How are you feeling, kiddo?” She asked, hugging you. You held up the pregnancy test with two pink lines on it. The older woman sighed deeply. “Come on, let me take you to the doctor?” You nodded your head, knowing at this point there wasn’t much they would be able to do other than get you on vitamins.

“When was your last cycle?” the woman behind the counter asked at the rent-a-doc.

“I’m not sure. I had previously been told I wouldn’t be able to have kids. A hunting accident,” you said not wanting to give too much away.

“Alright, we will get you in for an ultrasound,” She responded lazily. You and Jody rolled your eyes, knowing that it wasn’t going to show very much.

“I’ve been super sick, was it like that for you?” You asked Jody. She nodded her head, then stopped and looked at you.

“You’re having morning sickness at three weeks?” Jody asked. She was practiced in not giving anything away, but her jaw might as well have hit the floor.

“I guess it wasn’t that way for you,” You muttered as a nurse called your name, and Jody followed you into a dark exam room.

“This is going to be a little cold, and depending on if it’s still early, we might not be able to see anything yet,” The technician said, squirting gel on your belly. She pressed the wand low on your abdomen and moved it around. “Well that was easy,” She laughed. “There is your baby.”

You saw the screen with Jody holding your hand. It was there and surprisingly discernible in the grainy black and white image.

“How far along?” Jody asked, leaning in some.

“Based on the size, let’s see. Looks like nine weeks, five days. So almost ten weeks,” Jody’s and your grip tightened as you realized what that meant. “I’ll have the front desk set you up for a full appointment so they can get your history and take a bunch of blood. Here, let me print you some pictures, congratulations.”

“Can we come back another day?” You asked the scheduling nurse.

“Okay,” she sighed and handed you a card with their phone number to call them.

“Ten weeks?” Jody asked when you were both safely in the car.

“Michael said there would be side effects. What does this mean?” You rubbed your hands over your face.

“You should talk with Castiel and the Chief,” she said in a way that didn’t make it sound like a suggestion.

“Sam, I need to talk to you,” You said, trying to keep up with the tall man’s pace.

“Yeah, alright talk,” He said. He was always busy these days with all of the apocalypse world people, but you didn’t want to talk in front of them.

“It’s about Michael,” You whispered, hoping to clue him into your desire for discretion. He stopped in the hallway to turn and look at you.

“Hiya Sammy,” Dean’s gruff voice called and you both turned and looked at the green-eyed hunter.

“I just don’t like it,” Dean said about Sam’s beard as you were all trying to understand what had happened to Dean over the last three weeks.

“I’m gonna go lay down, Chief,” You said not sure how to talk to Dean about what had happened and how you should tell him that it was all your fault he had been gone and now, there was something wrong. You flopped onto your back on the bed and let yourself drift without sleep.

“Hey, you said you needed to talk to me?” Sam asked standing in the doorway of your room. You hadn’t been able to stay in Dean’s room after everything that had happened with Michael.

“Uh, yeah, what happened to the beard? Nevermind,” You said as he shook his head. “Jody took me to see a doctor today. Jesus, I don’t even know how to say this,” You pushed your hair from your face. “The baby is growing faster than it should. They said he was close to ten weeks in size.”

“What does that mean?” Sam asked, looking you over and sitting down next to you to put an arm around your shoulders.

“I don’t know,” you said wiping futilely at fresh tears. “Sam, I’m scared.”

“It’ll be alright,” Sam said, placing a brotherly kiss to the top of your head.

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2ndstar-ontheright · 3 years

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“I’m Sorry..”

Fandom: Ginny & Georgia

Characters: Ginny, Georgia, Ellen, Clint, Marcus and Max.

Words: 1513

Summary: Ginny and Marcus apologize and discovers that there’s more to him then meets the eye.

Warning: Swearing, implied masturbation (it’s very slight though. More of a blink and you’ll miss it sort of thing.), dead character reference, parental caregiver terms (Ex: “Mama”).

Author’s note: I know you're probably thinking, "WTH did I just read?" But hear me out! I wrote this because I wanted to give more depth to Marcus' character, and of course I had to do that with age regression. Hah! And to have him apologize since we didn't see that yet in the show. (Plus while watching the show I got some kind of vibe. Not really sure how or why, but I did for some reason.) Anyways, I'm planning on turning this into it's own fully fleshed-out story. And I would love to hear y'all's feedback and opinions in the comments. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Ginny was lying in bed, unable to sleep. Her mind was racing as she recalled the events of the past week. Breaking it off with Hunter, Marcus and his bullshit, Georgia (as always), and how she managed to push all her friends away over 2 dumb guys. She sighed, trying to take her mind off things, she picked up her toothbrush from her nightstand and slumped under the covers. “Great. Your life's falling apart and all you can think to do is masturbate? Lovely, Ginny. Just lovely”. As the brush slowly made its way down, she then had to go to the bathroom. Sighing even harder this time, she put the toothbrush back on her nightstand and left the room.

“Mom! It’s Marcus! Your idiot, stoner, “Kyle Scheible” wannabe son! Of course I’m pissed and betrayed as hell that my so-called “best friend” was cheating on her boyfriend with my brother! God! Everything is the worst!” Max equally signed and exclaimed to her parents, angry like a wakened bear. “Well I’m sorry! I’m sorry I don’t know anything because my kids don’t tell me shit anymore!” Ellen replied. “Well I’m telling you now mother dearest!” Max said, stomping up to her room. Slamming the door behind her, she flopped on her bed and scrolled through her pictures. She stopped when she saw a picture of the 4 of them together at the Sophomore Sleepover.“Ginny, why couldn’t you have just talked to me?” Her voice broke as she started to cry.

Downstairs, her parents discussed the situation and what they could do to help. “I just don’t get it Clint. Ginny is a good kid, much better than our own. If we're being honest. How are we gonna fix this?” Ellen asked her husband. “I don’t know dear. But, it’s probably best if we stay out of it. I think we can trust the kids to work it out themselves. Besides, all we can do is watch and intervene when it gets too serious, right?” Clint replied. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks. I love you.” “Anytime, Ellie. I love you too”.

Marcus crossed the street towards Ginny’s house in hopes of doing one thing, apologizing. If there was any time to do this, it was now. Hopefully. That day, after hearing what Ginny said he realized what he was doing. He finally broke things off with Padma, stating how he had been a dick to her and that she deserved better, to which she agreed. He took time to look at himself and think “Why? What’s wrong with you? Climbing up to the window he reached for the latch and lowered his hand. He instead climbed back down, knowing how inappropriate and weird his entrances are. “You’re not J.D, idiot.” He joked to himself, while inside he was terrified.

Hearing the door knock, Ginny went downstairs. She looked through the window and jumped. “Jesus fucking Christ. Why is he here?! And at the door of all places? Well, at least it’s not my window, ``she whispered. Her mind began racing again. She wished she could go back to her room, but now she could not. “Peach, who’s at the door?” Georgia called from the other room. She halted for a moment,”No one mom!” “Okay! I must’ve just been hearing things then. Aw shit! That means I’m gettin’ old!” “Georgia Miller’s one adversity, aging!” Ginny said. “Oh hush!” Georgia said, fake offended. Ginny sighed, opening the door. She leaned on the door frame, ready to face whatever was gonna come out of the teen’s mouth.

”What do you want, Marcus? Because frankly, I don’t want to hear it”. “Hey can we talk outside? Please? I just don’t want your mom to hear, if that’s ok?” “Yeah cuz she hasn’t heard everything already about us! But, whatever. I guess we can talk”, Ginny glared at him. “Look, I just wanted to say, I’m sorry. You deserve so much better and should’ve just stayed out of everything..” “Yeah you should’ve. That would’ve helped. My life would have been a lot less shitty, y’know.” “I-I know..and I told Padma about everything a-and broke things off. I mean, it was the least I could do. And I’ve also started to evaluate myself and realize, I am an awful person. Like, what the hell dude? What’s your problem?” Marcus said.

Ginny looked at him surprised, “He actually went and acknowledged his mistakes? Huh, things are certainly changing for both him and I”, “I.. that’s.. I’m really proud of you Marcus. And yeah, you are an asshole, but I’m glad you took the time to realize that. Especially after all the things you went through.``''And I know that doesn't excuse what I did. Someone’s past or whatever they're going through doesn’t excuse them for doing something wrong, but thanks Ginny. I’m not asking for you to forgive me for what I did, I just want you to know that I am truly sorry. Also I’m seeing someone! I forgot their name, but they work with Abby’s Dad, I think. And after this, I’ll stay out of your way so I don’t hurt you or anyone else.” Marcus said, turning to leave.

Ginny gasped, “He’s truly pouring his heart out! He is sorry! Do I want to lose him? Cus I really don’t think I do” Her thoughts swirled in her head. “Marcus, I-I don’t know what to say. You’re right. But, I think that since you’ve taken the time to talk to someone and help you evaluate yourself, you know better than to play with people’s hearts. A-and I don’t want to lose you because you’re more than just hot. Y-you’re nice, introspective, and caring. I don't think I’m ever going to find someone who’s impacted my life like you. I-think I forgive you,” Ginny choked out, crying. “Wow..Seriously! Well, thanks Ginny! Is it okay if I hug you?” Marcus said, surprised. “Seriously. And yes! !”Ginny laughed. “Okay!” He said, wrapping his arms around her. After a minute had passed, Marcus took that as his cue to leave. “Well, I should go,” He said walking to her door. “Yeah. I’ll see you later, creep”. He smiled and left. And Ginny, for the first time in a while, felt relieved.

The next day, Ginny walked to the cafeteria hoping that her friends wouldn’t loathe her entirely. She planned on apologizing to them today for all that happened, especially to Hunter. She was about 5 feet away from the door and saw Marcus on the floor with his head buried in his arms. “Marcus? Are you okay?” She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Marcus had not had a good day so far. For one thing, Max was still mad at him, his head was screaming, he couldn’t stop thinking about his best friend, and he failed an english test. And his secret almost got revealed when he dropped all of his stuff on the floor trying to get into his locker. So yeah, you could say today was a shit day. So, when he went into the lunchroom and noticed all the people, he turned around back into the hall. For the second time in 12 hours he started to cry. And when Ginny asked him what was up, his head felt fuzzy and couldn’t say anything.

Ginny looked at him in concern waiting for him to answer. He looked up and she noticed his eyes were all red and puffy from crying, “I-I’m sow-sorry. I’m not supposed to... “Supposed to what?” “Be small!” He sobbed, hiding his face. “Aw buddy, it’s okay! But, can you explain? I don’t understand?”

He took a deep breath and began to explain, “So, ever since my y’know accident, my brain goes to this space where it’s kind of like I’m a little kid? Y’know? I know it’s-it’s weird. And ever since my best friend died, I feel a lot younger than I am. So, basically I’m a little kid when I have bad days or get really upset. Which explains what “being small” means, I guess”.

Ginny looked back at him processing this, and if she was being honest, it made a lot of sense. It was his way of dealing, and who was she to judge? “Well, that makes a lot of sense. And I’m guessing it helps, but why were you so upset to tell me?” “Because I was worried you were going to think I’m gross or more weird than I already am.” She chuckled, “You’re already one of the weirdest people I know Marcus. SO, there’s nothing you can do that can make you more weird to me. Now, quit crying! I’m not really in the mood for you to crash into a ditch again, y’know? Lol.” “Heh, yeah. Thanks Ginny.” “Anytime, Marcus. Now come on, the floor’s pretty gross.” She said, standing up and pulling him off the floor. “Okay, mama,” He said, feeling better than before. Ginny gushed and the 2 of them walked back into the cafeteria ready to face their friends.

#age regression #Ginny and Georgia #agere writing #ginny and georgia agere #my stories

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