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The absence of carnal desires, not of love

Summary: When Aemond and (Y/n) are told that they should get married, a world collapses for both of them. Only time reveals that the two have a lot in common... Even if it's just the absence of carnal desires. (ace!Aemond x ace!reader)

Word count: 7.792

Authors note: I thought why not leave something for my fellow aces here? Ace!Aemond and ace!Reader. There is a description of the (not so happy) wedding night, so if you feel uncomfortable with reading about that, feel free to scip that part. The scene starts and ends with this little guy here: 🐲. The scene, where Aegon finds Aemond in the brothel is marked with this one:🐉 Apart from that: enjoy.

"You want me to marry one of those bastards?", Aemond blurted out. His mother stood before him with sympathetic eyes. "Your father has decided it. You're marrying Rhaenyra's daughter." Aemond's jaw ground. "I'm marrying a Strong. We both know it, and so would Father, if he weren't so blind." "Aemond...",she sighed, "You have a duty to fulfil to stabilise what little peace there is at the moment." She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I know you'd rather be married to Helaena, but I've tried everything. He won't be swayed." Aemond's heart raced with anger. He breathed in and out in a controlled manner. He pressed his lips together, letting his anger travel into his heart to freeze it.

"Aemond?", asked (Y/n) in shock? Her mum nodded. "I know it's not ideal, but-" "Not ideal? He hates us!" Rhaenyra sighed. Daemon sat back in his chair, not exactly thrilled. "She's not wrong." "We have our duty to fulfil. A wedding is the best way, to avert a lot of future disaster." (Y/n) sat down next to her stepfather and looked at the tabletop. Resignedly, she exhaled. "What if he refuses?" "My brother himself has decided. He can't refus.", Daemon explained calmly. She buried her face in her hands. Daemon slapped her shoulder encouragingly. "It could be worse." "How could it be worse, please?" He shrugged. "It could have been Aegon... Aemond was the one with the eye patch, wasn't he?" Rhaenyra sighed. "Yes. Aemond wears the eye patch." "Which is another reason to hate us.", (Y/n) explained, flustered. Daemon nodded. "Better to be a prude than a drunk. Trust me." Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. "The gods be with us."

Rhaenyra stat next to her old friend. "How did she take it?", enquired Alicent. "The way you take such news... Quite defiantly.", replied Rhaenyra. "Then she seems to be taking after her mother.", muttered Alicent. Rhaenyra didn't respond, but had to admit that she wasn't entirely wrong. "And Aemond?" Alicent pressed his lips together. "He's not happy... But he's dutiful enough." She nodded. "I'm sorry about what happened then." "I'd like to say he's gotten over it, but I don't think, that will ever happen." They both looked at the candles in front of them. The sept was empty. "When is she coming here?", asked Alicent. Rhaenyra smirked. "As soon as Daemon can squeeze her into a dress that hasn't already lost all its colour. He thought he could convince her better than I could." Alicent gave her head a thoughtful twitch. "Aemond doesn't usually try to stand out. He's not much good with splendour anyway." "Not the worst trait to have." "It is."

"A picture for the gods.", Viserys smiled at his son and granddaughter. Both stood stiffly next to each other. As much distance as the situation allowed between them. "Grandfather.", (Y/n) curtseyed slightly. Viserys smiled at Rhaenyra. "More exemplary than you ever were." She smirked. "Give her two days." Viserys looked at the future couple again. Daemon stood beside him, watching the silent spectacle with amusement. Both seemed to want to jump out of the window. Especially (Y/n), who detested the stiffness of her dress, glared at him with eyes filled with rage. "We're having a party!", announced Viserys. "To the engagement." Aemond showed no emotion. (Y/n) has the feeling of standing next to a stature. "A celebration is good. It gets the blood pumping. Just what those two sculptures need", Daemon grinned. Three very angry eyes fixed on him.

The sun shone relentlessly down on them as they walked through the gardens, urged on by the family, to get to know each other better. But neither of them said anything. He killed her with looks. She stubbornly looked straight ahead. "You're not fooling anyone.", he hissed quitely. "Everyone knows what you are." She felt the familiar rage inside her, but tried to control it. "You know... You're no more Targaryen than I am." she said with the intention to hurt. "How much fire runs through your mother's veins?", she hissed. "Your blood is just as washed out as mine. Your hair won't change that." Aemond made a hasty grab for her throat. Such were the waves of rage coursing through his veins. "Don't you dare compare us again, you bastard.", he hissed before he was torn away by Daemon. He said nothing. He merely raised an eyebrow and wordlessly put his nephew back on track. He brought Aemond back next to them, but barely kept his distance. "On with you two.", he said, nudging them both.

Rhaenyra and Alicent watched the spectacle with worried eyes. "Well that's a good start.", sighed Rhaenyra. Alicent closed his eyes in surrender. "All we can do is pray." "Or bring the two of them closer somehow." "And how do you envisage that?" Rhaenyra sighed. "They must have something in common." Alicent sighed as well. "Aemond is studying, practising fighting or flying out with his dragon. I don't want to know what happens, when Aegon does manage to drag him out of his chamber." Rhaenyra nodded. "Sending them off with the dragon is probably not the best idea with that temperament." "Not if you want them both to come back alive." "Maybe prayer is truly the only thing that will help."

She sat to his right to make sure he could see her without any problems. The meal was good. Memories were shared. Aegon teased Jacaerys. Helaene talked about a spider, that had made it into her collection and Rhaenyra and Alicent practised approximate conversation. Alicent cleared his throat. "Your mother says you speak High Valyrian." (Y/n) nodded. Grateful to be snatched from her silent bubble with Aemond. "I suppose it's passable." "No false modesty. She's almost better than me.", Daemon interjected. The word almost carried the most weight. "Ivestragī īlva ūndegon skorkydoso bōsa ao kostagon nykeēdrosa vestragon bona." (Let us see how long you can still say that.), she said with a teasing grin on her face. "īlon jāhor ūndegon byka zaldrīzes." (We will see little dragon.) Aemond just snorted. That he really called her dragon. "What about you?" Daemon turned to his nephew. "Nyke ȳzaldrīzes ziry olvie sȳrī nyke pendagon." (I speak it very well, I think.) All eyes were on them again. "Your pronunciation is sloppy.", was all she said. "And yours is far too stilted.", he replied grimly. They both took a sip of wine, so as not to have to continue the conversation. Silence returned immediately. Daemon raised his wine goblet. "To my brother. Your marriage market skills are unrivalled." "Daemon.", Rhaenyra warned him calmly. "Even you have to admit that an heir with these two must have to happen by magic. Don't worry about it, youngster. I never touched my first wife either. But do the world a favour and oil your sword more often. It's almost impossible to accumulate as much pressure as you do." The glass in Aemond's hand broke so forcefully that shards ate into his skin. His fist did not open, however. His blood dripped onto the tabletop unflustered. Despite this, Aemond's gaze was blank. Withdrawn into himself, he sat there. Aegon laughed, already half drunk, but the others just looked at Aemond. Except for (Y/n). She stood up, curtsying to her grandfather. "I'd like to say goodbye. The day has been quite eventfull." "Of course, child. But you owe me a trip tobthe dragonpit in the morning in return." She nodded politely and left the room quickly and stiffly. Heirs with that pompous brat. She couldn't imagine letting someone like him get that close to her. When she thought about it, she couldn't imagine enjoying that kind of touch with any man. Not a man who actually existed in any case.

Aemond, meanwhile, was still sitting at the table, looking stubbornly at the table in front of him. He put on his mask and tried to ignore the screams of rage in his head. Tried not to feel the humiliation. Especially in front of his brother. The one who made him do it the first time. Brought him to her. "Can I say goodbye as well, father?", asked Aemond. "But you owe me a trip to the dragonpit in the morning for that.", he replied again. Aemond nodded and tried to ignore the fact that his next meeting with her was already fixed.

Later, he lay in her arms, his hand wrapped in a bandage, his mouth sucking on her breast and letting his head be stroked soothingly. What kind of husband would he be? He had no desire for the normal needs. If he did, it was for purely physical reasons. He only needed one heir. Just one. Then they wouldn't have to see each other anymore. "Shhh.", she purred, brushing a tear from his cheek.

"You cheated!", Aemond was furious. (Y/n) just smiled. "I used the size of my dragon. How can I help it, if Vagahr can't fit through the lip?" Aemond rolled his eyes. "It's marvellous weather. Don't you think?" Viserys interjected. "Yes, father.", Aemond nodded. "A very beautiful sunrise.", (Y/n) replied. "Aemond usually goes training in the morning. Why don't you watch?" Aemond's eye twinkled in amusement. (Y/n) rolled her eyes. "I was hoping to take a look at the library." "You'll have plenty of time for that, once you're living here. You should spend as much time together as possible together for now." (Y/n) sulked, annoyed. "Fine." "Ah." Viserys laughed. "Now I finally see your mother in you."

On the training ground, (Y/n) leaned bored against the railing and looked down at Aemond, who was fighting with Ser Kriston. He was skilful, she had to admit. Elegantly and skilfully, he dodged and attacked. "Niece!", she heard and turned round in surprise at the shouting. As soon as she saw Aegon coming towards her, she heard a stifled cry from the square. Aemond was holding his upper arm with an annoyed look on his face. Ser Kriston held a sword under his throat. "You must not be distracted." Aemond looked angrily at his brother, then got back into position. "Who made you do this boring observation?", her uncle grinned at her. "The king", she replied simply. Aegon was still grinning. "How about I kidnap you tonight?" She raised an eyebrow. "You want to infiltrate this marriage before it even started?" Aegon laughed. "No, no, no. We'll sneak outside. You should know the town you're about to make your home in." She listened up. "And what do you have in mind?" "There's a squire who will... let's say..." "Oil his sword?" Aegon grinned enthusiastically. "Exactly. So there will be guards. No worries. One less evening in his presence, isn't it?" "Very true." "Then be ready."

Aegon dragged the overwhelmed boy through the brothel and (Y/n) reconsidered all the decisions in her life. Especially the one to just follow Aegon.

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"Did I tell you I came here as a lad? It’s a little tame, but a good place as any to get it wet. I know just the tutor for you, my boy." He simply ripped open one of the curtains and exposed the people inside. Aegon grimaced and quickly turned away again. "No. She’s woth three timest he price… Don't worry niece, one only does that to whores, not wives." He walked to the next curtain. "No." And to the next "No here neither. Her name is Sylvi or Selyse, or... I don’t know, something like that." He tore open the last curtain. A slightly older lady was lying on the silk-covered bed and holding a man. He turned round in surprise. Aemond? Aegon began to laugh hysterically. Aemond immediately sat up, knowing the rest of the pack was at his back. The scene didn't seem like the others. It didn't seem harsh or crude or animalistic. It seemed... calm. "Aemond the fierce!", Aegon exclaimed, still laughing. None of the others let an emotion flit across their faces. "You've come so far and yet you still lie with your very first. What a fine, sweet thing." Aegon settled down on the edge of the bed. "Did you fuck her like a hound?" He barked loudly. The lady on the bed, who had now put on a robe, winced slightly. "You see. I did not exaggerate. Such is the madam’s prowess, that even my brother will not sample another. Hard luck for your squire, though. As you can see, she… she’s now very much occipied." He looked at (Y/n). "Perhaps you can be shown how to please your husband in the future, (Y/n)." Aemond's eyes shot to her. Disbelief settled on his face. "You brought her here?", Aemond hissed at his brother. Aegon only continued to laugh.

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Aemond stood up, naked as he was, and left the niche. "Your squire is welcome to her." With that, he grabbed his niece's arm, pulled his clothes to him and dragged her behind him. She was still processing the sight of his naked body when he pushed her into one of the free niches closer to the entrance. He closed the curtains and began to dress frantically. "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?", she simply repeated. He breathed in and out deeply. "I have every right to be here. You, on the other hand, have come to a fucking whorehouse completely defenceless! What if someone sees you? What if someone does something to you? Rape you? Kill you?", he reproached her as if she were a small child. She looked past him defiantly. "There were guards with us." She pouted slightly. "Apart from that, you'd be rid of me. That's what you want." Aemond snorted in annoyance. "Now don't be so dramatic" He pulled his cloak over himself, covering his hair. "Now come on." She didn't react immediately. Still sorting through the images of the evening. "(Y/n) come now!" "You didn't sleep with her.", she realised. Aemond faltered. "What?" She was in a daze. "Well... It didn't seem like the other nooks and crannies... Why did you come here when you didn't-" Aemond simply threw her over his shoulder. "Come now!", he said emphatically and dragged her out of the brothel. On the street, he set her back on her feet and pushed her in front of him. "Obey and I'll answer some of your questions." She allowed herself to be pushed towards the red keep. "Good."

The next morning, they both sat at the table with the rest of the family for their morning meal. Aegon was still hunched over his plate, but laughed with amusement every time he looked at his brother. That one tried to ignore him, but couldn't really suppress the nausea, that had taken hold of him. How much had he seen? How much had he recognised? How much would he humiliate him knowing that he had sucked on her breast like a newborn? "What are you up to today?", asked Rhaenyra (Y/n). She was just swallowing her bite when Aemond answered for her. "I promised to show her round... To answer a few questions." All eyes shot to him. The silence was stifling for the next three seconds before Aegon let out a loud snort. "Don't get too explicit. You'll scare her away." Aemond said nothing, just continued eating the egg and ham in front of him.

Later, they walked quite randomly through the corridors. "I decide which questions I answer.", he stated first to break the silence. She nodded. "Good, so did you sleep with her?" "No." "Then why are you going to her?" "To relax." She faltered. "Why? Isn't your bed comfortable enough?" Aemond wanted to erase the memory from her mind. It was too intimate. Too secret... His biggest secret. "Comfortable... and sometimes... A little lonely.", he pressed out, as if it would cause him pain to admit it. (Y/n) drew her eyebrows together in surprise. "I didn't think, you were someone who would be bothered by that." "I only seek her out occasionally... In stressful times." She nodded acceptingly. "How wrong one can be... But... I mean you go halfway across town, just so you don't sleep alone? She must be... well doing something." Aemond faltered. Yes, she was doing something. Held him. Mothered him since his mother had stopped. "She... She listens to me." (Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows again in irritation. She remembered the brief image of the disturbed meeting. How he had lain there. How she had held him. His face against her chest. "It almost looked like you-" He quickly pressed his hand over her mouth. She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Don't say it.", he interrupted her with a firmness in his voice. Then he quickly turned away and walked down the corridor. "The library is this way. You wanted to see it.

(Y/n) wandered along the rows of books, but didn't see a single one. Too absorbed in the questions, her mind was asking her. Aemond was cold, arrogant and mean. Aemond would not lie down with a woman to suckle her breast. Aemond would... He would humiliate and hurt a woman... Wouldn't he? Aemond Targaryen... A warrior, or a little boy, who had been played too many tricks? She remembered the day, her brothers presented him with the pig. She remembered, how he had run past her and to his mother with tears in his eyes. The way Aegon had humiliated him, seemed to have determined his whole life. Siblings fought, but Aegon had always enjoyed taunting others. It made no sense. This image and the Aemond she knew. The image of discipline and ambition. She sighed and leaned against the shelf. (Y/n) strangely felt no desire, to judge him for it. He went there ‘to relax’. He found peace in it. Perhaps even a safe place. She brushed a strand of brown hair from her forehead. She pushed herself off the shelf and wandered through the rows to find Aemond. She found him at one of the tables, bent over a book, that he didn't really seem to be reading. She sat down next to him, on the side of his good eye. "I don't judge it.", she merely whispered. Aemond looked at her as if he was just waiting for the mockery. "I don't really understand it, but...", she pressed her lips together, thinking. "There are far worse things you could do." Aemond snorted dismissively. "There are also far less humiliating things.", He flipped the book shut. "If you lose even a stray word-" "What would I do that for?" He looked at her. "Aemond, I'll be honest.", she began. He signalled to her that he was listening. "We can't avoid this marriage, so we should get along somehow. All we need is a male heir. Maybe just one child, if that's enough for you. After that, you're free to do what you want, as long as I have my peace." "And you'll keep your mouth shut?" She nodded. He nodded. "How long have you known her?", she asked. Aemond looked at the book. "Since I was thirteen. Aegon paid for it. My first. As you've heard. I didn't want to... We both couldn't stop it." He looked at her thoughtfully. "How is it that you're so open about this?" She shrugged her shoulders. "My mother wanted me to know what to expect. Besides, Daemon never made a hel about the daughters being in the room, when he told my brothers about his youth." Aemond nodded with a sigh. "One child is enough." "Good." "Good."

"What's wrong with you?", (Y/n) asked, bored, when she had been joined by Aemond in one of the rooms to make conversation. "What do you mean?", he returned tensely. (Y/n) just raised an eyebrow. "You look like Vagahr chewed you up once and spat you out again. And if you sit there any stiffer, your back will break." Aemond's jaw ground. "Stress", he simply replied and turned back to his studies. "Why don't you go and see her?" Aemond's gaze shot to her. She just shrugged her shoulders. "It relaxes you. You're definitely not relaxed. It's an easy solution." "No. Not an easy solution. Aegon will be back. This place isn't safe anymore." He tried to ignore the twinge in his chest. He felt like a child having his favourite toy snatched from him, only to watch it burn in front of him. Aegon had seen him. He didn't know, what conclusions his clouded mind had drawn. It kept him awake all night and the only thing, that would help him find peace, was now destroyed forever. He slammed the book shut and was about to get up, but got stuck in the intention and sat back down on the chair. "Aemond?" He took a deep breath. "I don't know how much Aegon has seen. I don't know what stories he's spreading. I can't sleep. I've built up a reputation over the years only to be caught by my drunken brother at the only moment I allowed myself to..." He broke off. "In which you allowed yourself to be... weak?", she asked hesitantly. Aware of the delicate subject. Aemond snorted. His brother had always just fallen to the top. Aemond had to work hard for everything. And now this fool probably knew everything, to ruin him.

"Aegon.", (Y/n) said politely and stood next to him. The garden was beautiful and in full bloom. Aegon, on the other hand, seemed to be avoiding the spirit of life today. He sat leaning against a tree in the garden and gazed glassily into nothingness. "Niece.", he mumbled, making a choking noise for a moment, then collected himself. She put on her most innocent face. The fact that he was probably still drunk enough, not to remember this conversation in its entirety, was definitely an advantage. "How long have you been travelling?" Aegon narrowed his eyes. "Until... Now. I haven't made it to bed yet." "Want some help?" Aegon immediately threw his weight onto one of her shoulders and staggered off. "Can I ask you something?" Aegon just grumbled. "If you have to." She smiled. "The night you took me with you." Aegon grinned stupidly. "I told you not to worry. That's what you do with whores, not wives." She banished the image that flashed in her mind. "Yes, that's what you said... I'm more worried, that your brother might expect more, well... Than I can give." Aegon grinned wider. "Why? Because he was lying with a whore. Always the same one. I don't think you need to worry... He truly is a loyal dog." He laughed. "She seemed... more experienced." "You'd expect that with her expertise and age." (Y/n) tried further. "Sure there was nothing... Strange going on in that nook, I mean?" Aegon laughed again, but then gulped slightly and immediately refrained. "Oh little niece. He was fucking. You can do that too. I just think it's a shame, they were already done. I'd love to see my brother fully human for once. He's such a prude. Well, never mind. Wait a minute.", He leaned to one side, bored, and threw up. Half of it landed on his trousers. "Okay. Go on." (Y/n) grimaced. Daemon had been right. It could have been worse.

She slammed the book down on the table in his study and sat down. "He doesn't know anything.", she said simply. "And you owe me a new dress." Aemond looked up in confusion. "Aegon", she explained, "I found him drunk in the garden this morning. He thinks you fucked a whore and nothing else. So relax and get some sleep. With your dark circles, you'll lose the other eye too." Aemond looked at her, perplexed. "You questioned him?" "I danced around the subject, but your brother tends to have conversations like that with his head through the wall." "What did you ask?", he asked immediately, unsettled. Anger resonated in his voice. "Whether I should be worried that you might have special wishes for me when you value her experience." Aemond leant back in his chair. He exhaled in surrender. "And he knows nothing?" (Y/n) shook his head. "Nothing special, it seems." "That's good.", he stated simply. (Y/n) nodded. "It is." She flipped open her book. "I wasn't joking about the dress, by the way." He let his eye wander over her. "I'm sorry.", he muttered. "Tell that to the maids. It took me three tubs before I felt clean again." "What exactly happened?" "He threw up in the wrong direction." Aemond pressed his lips together and looked at his book again. His stomach felt strangely light at the thought that she had gone through this ordeal for him. He couldn't really place it, but decided it made him too vulnerable and pushed it aside.

"(Y/n) sit down.", said her mum, pointing to the chair next to her. She complied with the request. "What is it?" Rhaenyra smiled gently at her. "So the wedding is coming up.", she began. "Yes... I know." She nodded again. "Good, you remember the conversations we had, regarding the wedding night?" "In great detail." "But if you still have questions-" "Don't worry.", she interrupted her immediately. Rhaenyra seemed to be struggling for words. Something that never actually happened. "Aegon came to me.", she said bluntly. "Aegon?... Argh." She let her back slam against the back of the chair. "Believe me, there were other reasons, why I went to see him." "And what reasons would those be? Did you notice something, when you snuck out that made you feel insecure?", she smirked. "He told you?" Rhaenyra smiled. "Told me. Shouted it at me with laughter. Take your pick." "I'm going to scalp him." Rhaenyra laughed in amusement. "At least everyone knows now that you are truly my daughter." "You giving birth to me wasn't proof enough?"

Aemond came to her table in the library. She looked at him for a moment with a tense mouth. "You look more rested." "One less burden.", he explained simply. She nodded and looked back down at her book. "What's wrong?", he simply asked. "My mother has called me in, because your brother is now worried about my knowledge of the marriage bed., She looked at him venomously. "You owe me far more than a bloody dress." He just nodded and looked back down at his book. He did owe her something.

The dress hung heavily on her. The embroidery and embellishments in red and black stretched across the fabric. Her hair was plaited and pinned up. Necklaces and bracelets were put on her. She allowed herself to be led to the throne room and placed before the king, where Aemond was already standing, dressed in black as usual. His clothes were also more ornate than usual. They took their hands. It was only then that (Y/n) realised that they had never really touched before, apart from the day in the brothel, when he had dragged her with him. They recited their vows. They were celebrated. They danced and drank. And neither of them really knew, what to make of it. (Y/n) because she still wasn't really sure, what to expect from this marriage and Aemond, because he just couldn't shake this strange feeling in his stomach. It was only when they were pushed into his room, that (Y/n) really realised what was about to happen. She felt involuntarily tense. She looked at him uncertainly. However, he went into his room. "I'm paying my debts today.", he said simply. Her brows drew together. :Aemond, I was jesting." But he only reached into a true and pulled out a dress and laid it across the bed. She walked towards it. "Green?" He twitched his eyebrow. "You just said a dress. Nothing else." She smirked devotedly. "All right... It's still pretty." Aemond reached for a small tin on the table next to the bed. "And the other... Gift, if you will." She took the tin and opened it hesitantly. Irritated, she looked inside, then at Aemond. "A fish bladder filled with blood. I'll stage the bed and drain the bladder. You can choose, when you come to me. Or we can do our duty. I'll give you the choice." She looked at the little ball. "You'd really give it up?" He nodded. "It's more duty than anything else.", he confessed. She allowed herself to be surprised, that anyone else felt that way als well. She closed the tin. "What would your plan be... For an heir?" "I'll come round once a week." She nodded and placed the tin on the bed. "Then we shouldn't put it off too long." She reached for the cloak on her shoulders and put it down. As she reached for the lacing at her back, she realised, that her hands were shaking slightly. Aemond removed his jacket and shirt. He was slim but muscular. He had a certain attractiveness. But a hard one. An unyielding one. She had seen him like this before, she reminded herself consciously. She let her dress slide off her and now stood before him in just her undergarment. Aemond simply brushed off his trousers and stood in front of her like in the brothel. His posture said that he didn't mind being seen like this. But his eye betrayed him. "Aren't you going to take the patch off?" Aemond's stature crumbled slightly. "Most people don't like the sight of it." "Only if you want to. You don't have to." He nodded, tidied away the can and dress, then motioned for her to lie down. She adjusted the pillows at her back, when she saw him reach for his eye patch. With a practised grip, he undid the laces and put the piece aside. He turned towards her. She scrutinised him closely. A sapphire shone in the eye socket. She had also seen this in the brothel, but she had been distracted by his nakedness then. "A beautiful stone.", was all she said. Aemond merely sat down on the bed. Relief rippled through his muscles. That it didn't disgust her seemed to mean more to him than he had realised.

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(Y/n) took a deep breath as he lay on top of her. He reached for a small vial and oiled his hand. "What are you doing?" "It makes the whole thing easier. It'll probably still hurt, though." She nodded. "I know." He grabbed himself with his oily hand. Quickly and purposefully, he ran his hand over himself. He didn't look at her. Looked stubbornly at her shoulder. His ears were red. His gaze revealed, how uncomfortable he was. All observations fizzled out of her mind as he pushed her legs further apart and pushed her underdress high enough to expose her most intimate part. He pressed himself against her. She felt him. "Can I?" he asked tensely. She nodded. "Yes." He pushed himself into her. It was literally burning. She felt like she was going to tear up, but she blinked away the tears. Everyone had told her it hurt at first. She gripped the pillow beneath her for support and breathed in and out in a controlled manner until he had sunk himself completely into her. Aemond held still for a moment and waited. "Say when I can mive.", he pressed out. She wiped the tears from her face as unobtrusively as possible and tried to force her body to relax. Aemond's hand slipped between them. His thumb placed itself on her and drew circles. She exhaled in surprise. "Better?", he asked. "A little." He nodded and thrust lightly. It was a surreal experience for both of them. Aemond was uncomfortable with the closeness and yet he felt the strange feeling in his stomach again, when he was able to take away some of her pain. He should start like this next time. He sounded an idiot. He should have thought of that earlier. (Y/n) was torn between pain and the pleasant feeling that Aemond gave her with his thumb. Aemond tried to keep it as short as possible. As soon as he felt the sensation, he let himself fall over the cliff and jerked haphazardly above her. He carefully, but quickly extracted himself and brought himself back next to her.

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(Y/n) was quite glad, that it was over. She merely closed her eyes. "I'm sorry.", Aemond whispered. (Y/n) shook his head. "It had to be." She hoped her suppressed tears didn't show completely. Aemond felt as if his chest was being pierced. He saw himself when he was thirteen. How he had tried with all his might not to let the tears fall. How he hadn't wanted to be touched for weeks afterwards. And now he was doing the same to her. She took a deep breath in and out and then reached for the cloak next to the bed. Aemond understood, got dressed again and opened the door for the maid, who was waiting in front of it with her eyes downcast. The small figure went into the room, pulled the bedding down and up again and disappeared. The proof of the marriage in her hand. Aemond looked at (Y/n). "You can stay here if you want." She considered. "I don't really know, what I want." Aemond put himself to bed. He lifted the covers slightly. "You can leave any time you like." (Y/n) nodded, but first looked to the bowl of water the maid had provided. Aemond nodded understandingly and turned his back to her.

The night was restless for both of them. Aemond was woken by one nightmare after another. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw that night before him. (Y/n) just wanted to take a bath and not feel like she did now. She waited forever, before the burning between her legs stopped and she finally fell asleep. She didn't dream.

In the morning they both stood tired in front of their family. (Y/n) said goodbye to her mother, who was flying to Dragonstone, and suppressed the feeling of loneliness, she was experiencing. She would stay here now. Her family would leave. Her mum, her brothers. Even Daemon she would miss somehow. Aegon grinned stupidly at the sight of the tired figures and teased them. (Y/n), who was already at the edge of her strength, simply tripped him and watched him fall into one of the rose beds. The corners of Aemond's mouth twitched slightly. He left for training and (Y/n) just stood in her chambers for quite some time, until she decided to go back to sleep. And she carried out this decision for three days in a row. Aemond did not notice her absence. Apart from the maids, no one was looking for her. So she really did have all the freedom she wanted. Even to simply cease to exist. It wasn't until the fifth day, that there was a knock at her door. To her surprise, Alicent stepped through the door. (Y/n) rose quickly and bowed. "What happened between you and Aemond?", she asked bluntly. (Y/n) faltered. "I don't understand?" Alicent sighed. "I understand that... It's been five days and no one can testify, that you've seen each other again. What happened?" (Y/n) looked at her hands in irritation. "Only what was expected of us." "An heir is expected and one doesn't just show up like that." "Aemond... has a plan", she muttered. Alicent scratched her thumb along her finger. "I know it's not the best experience in the world, but it gets better. You'll get used to it." "That's good to know." Alicent nodded. "This marriage has to work. For the safety of us all." "I'm aware of that." "Then try harder.", she concluded and left the room.

On the seventh day after the wedding, Aemond went to see her. He had stayed away from her the whole time. He could feel the monster inside him moving too much. As if it had been stabbed with a spear. Normally a very proud creature, it now seemed unable to reconcile, what it had experienced with itself. He had been thinking about it. All this time, he had been thinking about how he could make it easier. But now that he was standing in front of her, it all seemed somehow laughable. He had hurt her. He had hurt his wife. He was no better than Aegon.

(Y/n) saw Aemond for the first time in a week. He looked tired. Agitated. Silently, he sat on the bed, but did nothing else. (Y/n) let him take the time to compose himself. "I don't want to hurt you any more.", he confessed. She looked down at her lap. Only now did she realise, how tense her body had been since he had entered the room. She smiled slightly, but her eyes didn't really join in. "I was told it would get better. With time." Aemond nodded. "I can't yet.", he said despite himself. "And what are we going to do now?" "How about a flight?"

"That little lizard is far too sneaky.", Aemond complained. "This little lizard is the fastest dragon in the Seven Kingdoms.", grinned (Y/n). Aemond looked at her dragon. One of Syrrax's boys. Vilar. Aemond stayed with 'little lizard'. Just big enough to carry (Y/n), but unfortunately really the nimblest creature he had ever seen. "That felt good.", she confessed. Aemond nodded. "Nothing better to clear your head." He stroked Vagahr's neck lightly. (Y/n) looked up at the stars. How unimportant they all were. Even a creature like Vagahr. Who could care about a white haired child more or less? She sighed. "Long week?", asked Aemond. She shrugged her shoulders. "I slept through most of it", she admitted. Aemond stood next to her and looked at the moon. "I didn't sleep a wink for that." They spent half the night together in silence.

"It's been four months, Aemond!", his mother made him understand. "I know.", he just said. "Aemond, this is important!" Aemond didn't move. "I'm aware of that." "Then go, find her and do something!" He stood in front of her and looked at her. "I do what I can. But I have other obligations than just having sexual intercourse with my wife." Alicent rolled his eyes. "What your brother has too much of, you lack entirely. The gods are punishing me." Aemond's chest hardened. Wrong again. Not right. Broken. A disappointment. "Is that all?", he asked. Alicent waved him away. He went straight to (y/n). In her room, he found her embroidering something. A rare picture. "You're embroidering?", he asked, irritated. She threw the fabric on the table. "To call it that would be blasphemous. Helaena has this new beetle she likes and I wanted to embroider it on a cushion for her, but it looks more like a crushed beetle." She looked at him. "What is it?" "My mother.", he explained and sat down next to her. He picked up a goblet of wine and took a sip. (Y/n) looked regretfully at the table. "So she came to you, too." He just nodded. She reached for her embroidery again, looked at it begrudgingly and put it away. "Can you bring me some books from the library?", she asked him. He raised an eyebrow. "And the fine lady isn't going herself because?" She pursed her lips in annoyance. "Because your mother told the maesters to keep me here, until I finally have an heir under my heart. They say I'm too stressed and dragon riding... What did they call it?... Dragon riding is withering my womb." Aegon furrowed his eyebrows in irritation. "I couldn't say we aren't doing anything to change that. That would probably only make her more nervous." She stroked the rim of her wine goblet. Maybe they should just get it over with. "We're flying out. Right now." Aemond suddenly decided and stood up. (Y/n) looked at him in astonishment. "Are you sure?" "Very sure.", Aemond said. He folded his arms behind his back, as he so often did. "We are married... The marriage is consummated... No one can dissolve it. How we conduct it is now up to us." He seemed to be thinking out loud more, than actually talking to (Y/n). His head was spinning. "We'll just spend every night in the marriage chambers from now on." He looked directly at her. "If they think we're trying long enough, eventually the question will come up, that it just won't work. Then they'll leave us alone.", he explained. (Y/n) looked at him closely. That fate put together the two of them of all people. When Aemond noticed her gaze, he faltered. "What?" She shook her head. "That's a good plan.", she admitted simply. Aemond nodded. "Come on, then. Vilar will already be restless."

Rhaenyra and Alicent walked through the garden, letting the warm summer air brush against their skin. "I'm thinking of having Aegon organise Daeron's name day feast.", Raehnyra said. Alicent's eyebrows drew together. "Why that?" "Maybe it'll teach him to take responsibility. After all... this is his expertise... And passion." Alicent rolled his eyes. "If you want to bankrupt the realm so soon after your coronation." Rhaenyra smiled. "Don't worry. He'll get a fixed budget." They walked on in silence. "Aemond and (Y/n) seem to have... well, they really have grown closer." Alicent sighed. "Yes, and yet... Over a year of marriage Rhaenyra. And nothing." She ran her fingers over a flower as she walked past.

"They avoided each other at first. I would have understood then, but now they spend every night together. By the gods, they've become almost inseparable. They study together, fly out and she watches him train." "Maybe it's just not meant to be", Rhaenyra pondered. "But if their bond is so strong... What more could we want for them?" "Heirs.", Alicent replied simply. Rhaenyra could only laugh at her friend's dry delivery. Even Alicent joined in. "Rhaena and Gwayne seem to be in contact at the moment.", Rhaenyra grinned. Alicant raised her eyebrows in surprise.

They both looked intently at the pitch. Cyvasse had become both of their favourite pastime over the last few months. There was something teasing and playful about it. She often caught Aemond grinning during the game. As if for the first time he was a child, who had finally found someone to play with. Their relationship had become more intimate. By now, they both appreciated the bond that had been formed. They could spend whole evenings in silence. Each engrossed in their own book. They could amuse themselves with games. (Y/n) had suggested it. She had played a lot with her brothers until they decided, they were too old for it. Aemond had also been sceptical at first, but now he himself was often the first to move the pieces around the board. It was a strange marriage. It didn't have the physical passion that was required of them. They only exchanged light caresses. Aemond's everyday life was characterised by stress. Stress that he mostly caused himself. Since he no longer attended the silk street, he lacked a fundamental counterbalance to that very stress. He had become increasingly tense. One day (Y/n) had simply started stroking his hair. He had watched her at first, like a hawk, but then he had melted like butter on hot meat. She often held him. Sometimes he buried himself against her breasts. They talked. Hidden in their little save world. They even kissed. Chaste and yet loving. Their marriage worked. It was healthy. It was... happy. The court had stopped asking questions about an heir. Meagor himself hadn't been able to have a child. The world assumed it was the same with them.

Aemond's hand settled on a figurine. He playfully shifted an elephant. (Y/n) took in the new image. "Not bad.", she murmured with a grin. Aemond looked smugly at the board. "Not bad for real." She reached for her dragon and let it eat the elephant. "Not bad for me.", she teased. Aemond pursed his lips. "Touche." "Aegon is to organise Daeron's name day celebration", (Y/n) told him. Aemond looked at her with appraising disbelief. "Your mother wants to bankrupt the realm so quickly?" She smirked. "He's on a fixed budget." Aemond shook his head with a grin. "Well, if she thinks that will stop him." He reshaped his stones. "Has my mother visited you lately?" She shook her head. "The last visit was... Three months ago, I'd say." Aemond nodded in satisfaction. "Do you really think they will leave us alone now?" "I hope so.", she sipped her wine. She struggled to find the next words. "Do you think we're broken?" Aemond didn't show any surprise. He let the question sink in. "Even if we were, we've found each other... Haven't we?" He looked into her violet eyes. She smiled slightly. But quickly became serious again. "And... You really don't want it? You're not giving it up just because of me?" He shook his head. "I just don't like it.", he realised. His fingers ran delicately over the dragon figure carved from onyx in front of him. "And you?" She paused. "I never had a desire for it... I think I could have got used to it... But I don't want it if I don't have to." He nodded. "How fate can play into your hands like that." She laughed lightly. "Hm. A year ago, you were at my throat." He smirked slightly. "Don't pretend, you didn't want to do the same to me." She allowed herself to smirk, then looked down at his hands, still caressing the little dragon. "Have you ever been with her again?", she asked. He immediately shook his head. "I sent her a generous settlement two months after our wedding and a letter, letting her know that I no longer require her services." He looked at his wife's calm face. "Why do you ask? Jealousy?", he smirked teasingly. She smiled sheepishly. "I want to know what would keep you here." "What do you mean?" She shrugged her shoulders. "We're not going to have an heir. Good. But... There would be plenty of dragonlings to care for on Dragonstone. We could go there. Jacaerys will soon succeed to the throne and be trained. Dragonstone would be free." She grinned. "And we both know that Aegon will do everything he can to avoid having to leave the red keep. So he's hardly an option as a Dragonstone heir." "His disappearance would drive three whorehouses into bankruptcy and cause the economy to go awry." She laughed. He smiled as well. They looked at each other. "So? Dragonstone?", she asked. He nodded. "Dragonstone."

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aethercoreheart · 2 months ago

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scrambled eggs

caleb x fem-reader | nsfw/18+

You're not sure what it is that wakes you first. Is it the smell of cooking bacon, or the sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains in Caleb's room?

Either way, you stretch and groan, trying to get yourself to come to your senses. Caleb is no longer next to you in bed. The smell of his cooking wafts into the bedroom, and it makes your stomach growl. You push back the covers and stretch your arms up and out. They're still a little sore and stiff from last night. You make your way out of the bed, and only then do you realize that you are still fully unclothed. You tiptoe around Caleb's room and make your way to the nearest dresser - you're pretty sure he has something that you can wear in there. You rummage around in the middle drawer and find something suitable - one of his old training shirts from the academy, with his cadet number embroidered on the breast. You slip into it, and head out of the room to find him.

You make your way around his apartment, following the appetizing smell of whatever he is making. You find him in the kitchen, wearing only basketball shorts, his bare back facing you. You see the muscles in his back rippling as he takes a few eggs out of their tray carefully and places them onto the counter. You lean against the wall, contentedly watching him as he continues to work on the eggs.

"How long are you going to just stand there and watch me?"

Caleb greets you without turning towards you. You smile to yourself and walk up to him. You wrap your arms around his waist, and press your chest against his back.

"Good morning," you mumble against his skin.

He sets the eggs he's currently holding back onto the counter. With his hands now free, they cover yours and give them a gentle squeeze.

"Mornin'," he replies, his voice still thick and croaky with sleep. You feel a shiver go down your spine - you love it when his voice sounds like that.

"What are you making?" you ask him, craning your neck around his back so that you have a view of the counter.

"I just finished making the bacon," he explains, releasing your arms and hands. "I'm starting on the French toast now."

"Mmm, sounds good." Your stomach growls again, as if to confirm your statement.

Caleb chuckles and he turns to face you. He goes immediately still when he finally looks at you.

You take a step back from him, trying to read his expression. "What? What is it?"

"That shirt," he croaks. He suddenly sounds parched. "Where'd you find it?"

"Oh." You look down at it, your hands immediately pulling down at the hem. It's a little bit oversized on you, just covering everything that needs to be covered. "Sorry, I hope you don't mind. It was in one of your drawers. I just needed to throw something on."

Caleb regards you carefully, and you can tell his brain is running at a million miles a second. Either that, or it has completely stopped. You see a red flush spread across his cheeks and up to his ears.

His reply comes out in barely a whisper. "I can't decide if I want to tear it off of you, or if I want you in it."

In the next second, he closes the space between you. He leans in, your faces almost colliding before holds himself back. One of his hands finds its way to the back of your neck, and the other is snaking its way down your back, as if he's caressing you through the shirt. His hand reaches the end of the shirt, and meets your skin.

"Don't..." he breathes. You see his eyes widen and his pupils dilate. "Don't tell me you're–"

You smirk up at him. "Yep. I'm not wearing any underwear."

"... Fuck."

His mouth is immediately on yours, desperate and open. You feel like you're almost suffocating, his kiss taking the very air out of you. He pulls back and he looks into your eyes, his own a little crazed.

"I'm putting breakfast on hold for now," he mutters, pulling you closer to him again. "I'm hungry for something else."

With that, he lifts you with both arms, your feet suddenly leaving the ground. You yelp in surprise as he brings you to the kitchen counter, and places you on top.

"Caleb, watch out for the eggs!"

"Fuck the eggs," he growls, but then you see his conscience take over, and the glaze in his eyes disappears momentarily. He scoots you over gently, then reaches for the eggs. He takes two in each hand at a time and places them on the other side of the counter, far from where you are seated. He then turns his attention back to you.

"Where were we? Right, lean back for me."

You do as he says and lean back, propping yourself up on your elbows. You watch as he places his hands on your knees and pushes them apart. Your breath hitches in your throat as he plants a tentative kiss on your knee, then another one a little higher up on your thigh. He keeps trailing kisses up your thigh right up until before his mouth reaches in between your legs. He teases you by kissing around your inner thigh and you have to stop your hand from reaching out, grabbing his hair and pushing his face into it.

As if he read your mind, he looks up at you and gives you a sly grin. "Be a little patient. I'm almost there."

And with that, his tongue licks at your slit and the small action sends waves of electricity throughout your body. He glances up at you again. "Look at that, you're so wet already. You're leaking all over the counter."

His tongue works its way around your cunt, skillfully licking up and down. You can't help yourself, and your fingers lock into his hair, pushing his head in deeper. He moans into you as his lips lock onto your clit, and he starts to suck on it, making your thighs tremble. One of his hands leaves your knee and joins his mouth on your pussy. Two of his fingers play at your entrance before he inserts them in, then pumps them in and out of you, slowly and deliberately. Your breath comes out in short, hitched pants as Caleb continues to eat you out without coming up for air. His fingers continue to pump in and out of you, and he occasionally lets out a whimper as he continues to suck on you. You feel your core tightening, your orgasm slowly building, and Caleb senses this too. He adds a finger in, but keeps the pace the same.

You're about to reach climax, but you push his head away, and he looks up at you again, almost surprised. Your juices are dripping down his nose and chin, and you almost regret stopping him.

"W-what's wrong? Aren't you enjoying it?" he gasps as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you.

The hand you have in his hair makes its way down to cup his cheek. Your thumb rubs against his cheekbone as his eyes stay locked onto yours.

"I am. I just want us to enjoy it together."

Caleb's brow knots in confusion for a moment, but then his eyes light up with understanding. He leaps up from where he was kneeling in front of the counter, and you see his erection pushing up against his shorts. You reach over and pull them down for him, his cock springing up past the elastic. He closes the space left in between you, and you take his length in your hand. You guide him to your entrance, and tease him by sliding his tip up and down your slit.

"Pipsqueak," he breathes, his eyes glazing over again. "Please. I need to be inside you." His hands are gripping the edges of the counter, his knuckles turning white.

You release him and place one hand on his hip, pulling him towards you to encourage him. You both groan as he fills you up, and you still for a moment as he twitches inside of you.

"I don't think it'll take much for me to cum," he admits in a mumble, his head buried in the space between your shoulder and neck.

He starts to move, slowly pumping in and out of you. One of his hands stays on the counter for stability, and the other grips at your thigh. His pumping turns into thrusting, and his heavy breathing turns into grunting. You can tell he's close, and so are you. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with your moans and his grunting. His thrusting starts to become erratic and more intense at the same time you start to feel your orgasm building again.

"I'm close," he gasps, barely managing to get those two syllables out.

You nod, unable to form words yourself. His hips ram into yours, and you feel him empty into you, his breath coming out in short, broken pants. You follow soon after, your walls tightening around him, squeezing out the last of his load. Both of you are still again, leaning against each other, out of breath and panting.

His lips manage to find yours again, and this time you can taste yourself on him.

"That shirt looks good on you, Pipsqueak," Caleb murmurs against your lips. "You should keep it."

Your hand goes for his cheek again, and you grin at him. "It's got your cadet number on it - wouldn't that be, like, impersonating an officer?"

"I'm not sure you could pull off impersonating me," Caleb laughs as he pulls his shorts back up. "Stay here," he tells you as he jogs down the hall. You stay seated on the counter and watch him head to the bathroom and come back out with a wash cloth. "Let's clean you up."

His eyes flicker to the eggs still waiting on the other side of the counter. "Damn, I still have to scramble those eggs."

You can't help yourself - the quip leaves your mouth before you can stop it. "You know, I've also got some eggs that need scramb–"

"Oh my god, don't."

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kenobers · 7 months ago

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just read your Obi-Wan mafia story...What about a Jason Todd mafia au 👀

ngl i think about this a lot bc one thing about me is that i love a good mafia au (not in a dark romance way) and i'm surprised they aren't more common in jason todd-batfam spheres. but i've specifically been thinking about the incredibly niche arranged marriage subgenre of mafia fics and jason quite a bit lately

Like always, Wayne is a prominent name in Gotham, but they're just as prominent in the criminal underworld as they are in high society. Instead of a fearsome vigilante, the Batman is an elusive mafia Don that only a few outside of the underworld know is really Bruce Wayne.

Your parents are District Attorneys working under the table for Maroni, a rival of the Batman. Maroni brings up your name to Bruce while discussing potential ways to marry their two families in an alliance. After all, Maroni has no daughters of his own and marrying you to one of Bruce's wayward boys would ensure your parents stay under his thumb. The idea of an arranged marriage is a little old fashioned to Bruce, but he thinks it might help rein in Jason, the most unruly of his sons.

So without getting much of a say, you and Jason get hitched. Needless to say neither of you are happy about the situation, but Jason's got a lot more attitude about it. He's cold, he's mean, he's scary. He's the most mysterious Wayne child, both in the crime world and regular society. So all you've heard about Jason is that he's violent.

Thankfully, he never seems to be home enough to prove whether or not that's true. When he is home, he hardly talks to you unless it's absolutely necessary or you're in his way.

At first you try to remedy the stiffness. You try making dinner, reading books from his shelf, asking if he wants to watch a show together, inviting him out with your friends. You know this isn't a marriage of love, but that doesn't mean you have to be enemies. It's nice to have a friend. However, he's stubborn. The more he ignores or sneers at your attempt, the more miserable it makes you. He looks at you like this is all your fault, like he's comparing you to the hook-ups you're sure he's having. It all just makes you feel like complete shit. After a few weeks, you just start glaring back.

It's frustrating. It's frustrating to have a moody husband that doesn't want anything to do with you. It's even more frustrating when you through in the whole mob situation on top of that. Of course you had your suspicions about your parents connections. Of course you already knew to look over your shoulder, to not say anything. But at least you didn't have to know anything.

You're not supposed to ask when Jason comes home with blood on his hands, but you always know what it's from. You know what the unlabeled packages hidden in your bathroom are. You know which cops to call if Jason gets arrested. You know which important figures are being paid off, which ones are secretly in the Family; including your father-in-law because on top of all this, you also have to be a Wayne now.

You can't see your friends as much because you might accidentally blab to them (and you're too paranoid to risk getting any of them in trouble). You can't explain to them why you married Bruce Wayne's son out of nowhere. You can't even talk about Jason to the friends that stuck around after your big 'reveal' was received as a slap in the face to your entire friend system. You just had to lie that you'd been keeping you 'relationship' with him a secret. You've been "asked" not to work until the powers that be are absolutely positive you can be trusted. Although you have a sinking suspicion that it's just a ploy to turn you into a housewife. It feels like there's always someone watching you, making sure you're behaving and keeping quiet.

All this for a husband who frankly couldn't give a fuck about you.

Maybe you should be glad that Jason ignores you. You've heard the stories about mob wives. You know that he could be worse. You'd rather have a husband that can't stand to touch you than one who puts his hands on you.

But still.

It's lonely.

At least Jason's siblings are nice. Dick's made it a habit to check-in on you and Jason once a week. Mostly on you, you think. Since he mostly swings by when Jason's out of the apartment. Dick is good company. He's easy to get along with, appreciates your cooking and is sympathetic to your struggle with being thrust head first into this life. But he never stays for long and he always looks at you with so much pity. Even if he is interested in getting to know his sister-in-law, you both know he's really here because he knows his brother is a jerk.

Once he let it slip to the other siblings that you make bomb cookies, they start showing up unannounced every now and then. They're weird, but they're fun. You would make more of an effort to form an actual friendship with them if you didn't think it would lead to arguments with Jason. You're not willing to risk your peace, even if it's miserable.

Still, you let yourself feel some satisfaction at the way Jason's temple throbs every time he comes home to find Tim and Duke have accidentally gotten sucked into whatever you're watching.

Months of marriage purgatory come to a head when Jason comes home in the middle of the night to find you drunk off your ass. It's your friend's birthday. You haven't spoken to her since your engagement to Jason was announced. If you had to guess, she probably didn't feel like she could trust you after you had to make everyone think that you just casually hid a serious relationship. She probably assumed you just didn't trust her. You sent her a 'happy birthday, I miss you' message, only to realize you'd been blocked. Which stung more than any bitch face Jason could ever make at you.

So you celebrate her birthday with a bottle of gin. Fuck it, no one's here to judge you. Until your meanass, killjoy excuse of a husband interrupts you by having the audacity to come home. Jason discovers you hunkered down on the couch, lips to bottle, scrolling pathetically through old pictures from when you actually had a life.

Jason rolls his eyes at the sight. He probably would've just gone to bed and left you to your own devices, but the contents of that gin bottle have been utterly depleted since he poured himself a glass last night. He's not about to risk waking up to see you've choked to death on your own vomit. Dick would never let him hear the end of it.

So instead he scoffs and chastises you, subtly trying to get you to explain why you're plastered without making it seem like he cares. He's expecting some swallow, 'whoopsie-daisies' response, but instead he accidentally opens up your floodgates.

You tell him all about your friends, how this marriage destroyed your life, how lonely you are. That...That strikes a nerve for Jason. He's been so frustrated with suddenly having to share his space with a stranger, that he hadn't stopped to think about how much of an actual change this was for you. To be roped into the mafia, of all fucking things.

"...This must all be so terrifying for you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. You look at him with sad eyes, glazed over with gin and dark with exhaustion.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is."

Jason will never forgive himself for the fact that this is the first real connection the two of you have shared this entire time. He feels even shitty that it took him seeing you like this to decide to be nicer to you.

He isn't sold on being a husband yet, but he supposes he knows a thing or two about being a friend. And maybe it would benefit him if you knew a thing or two about being in the mafia. He would feel better about leaving you alone at home if he was confident in your ability to handle a piece.

He can't fix everything overnight, but this...this is a start.

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elfito · 9 days ago

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Based on the Hc that the team is uncomfortable with how easy John takes orders, i wrote a little Voidwalker about it!

"John?"

"Yeah Bob?" He says as he sits in the sofa, exhausted after coming back from another mission, the others already went to their own rooms.

Bob thinks to himself on how to approach this topic without making the man shut himself, after coming back from the mission, Bob found Yelena and Bucky whispering to each other, and it's not that he wanted to to meddle in whatever they were talking about, is just when he heard John name, he got concerned, worried they might had a argument, so he went to them and asked "What about John?" And he remembers the concerned looks he got from both of them.

Bucky explained to him that he was getting a bit uncomfortable at how easy John took his and Yelena orders, "but ins't that good? That shows he takes your guys serious as leaders no?" He had said, that made Yelena give him a more concerned look, "It would be, if Ava didn't find the files Valentina had about us" she had said, what made Bob pause a bit, his heart beating a bit faster, "Files? What files?".

"While we were having a discussion with Val, Ava took the opportunity to check some files over the mission, but it seems that Val forgot she also had our files with her too, so Ava took a pic of them when Val was busy" She said, turning to look a Bucky.

"It's mostly just normal files describing our information and skills, but she also had small yellow notes on some of them" Bucky says with a scowl, "She said Bucky had the temperament of a street cat" Yelena says with a small smille, and Bob smilles a bit at that too, Bucky sides eyes her but there's small a small smile in his lips too. "Yeah funnny, but what she said about John that got is think" they explained that she wrote "his desperate need for validation if it wasn't so usefull" and that after that they started overthinking some of John's actions in the field, and after that talk, they asked if Bob could talk to him about it. And here he is now.

"is just....You know you more then a soldier right?

"Huh...What are you talking about Bobby?" John goes stiff in the sofa, as he turns to look at him.

"Is just, John don't you think you take orders a bit to fast?"

"Yeah? What's wrong with that?" He says, clearly not liking the direction that this is going.

"It wouldn't be wrong if you didn't have a desperation to try pleasing others!"

"I don't-"

"Yes you do!"

"Bob you better drop this"

"Why?! You can talk to me John i won't judge you"

"There's nothing to talk about" He starts getting up but Bob steps into the way so he can't leave, "Bob, i'm serious, i don't wanna talk about this!" He goes to push Bob out of the way but stops as he feels two hands on his face.

"John..." Bob says as he holds the other man face in his hands, the other looking anywhere but Bob's eyes, "Please, i just want you to know... That we don't see you only as a soldier...You a part of this team, we care about you!".

John finally looks at Bob, glassy eyes and an honestly miserable expression on his face.

"If i'm not a good soldier, then what the hell i'm usefull for?" Bob hearts break a bit, but he pushes it down, as he sees small tears rolling in John cheek, so he just stays there, holding him, watching him break, like the other did many times with him, he didn't know how to fix this, but he was gonna try, after all, they both broken anyways.

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spinningwebsandtales · 4 months ago

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Imagine Zoro Carrying You Back To The Sunny After Hurting Your Ankle

Roronoa Zoro X FemReader

Rating: G

Warnings: Injury to reader

Word Count: 1.2k

(A/N:) Yes the use of this gif was entirely necessary! Explain myself??...*runs away* THIS IS PURE INDULGENCE! I'M NOT SORRY!! Happy reading!

It was peaceful on The Sunny, the sun shining and birds circling overhead as the gentle waves lapped along the shore. Another port to stop at to gather up necessary supplies. While majority of the crew went onto land to gather the items to replenish the Sunny's dwindled stock. You, Zoro, and Usopp were left on board to keep anyone from coming aboard. Not to mention Zoro couldn't be trusted in any town as he always wound up getting lost. You sighed deeply, leaned up against the railing, basking in the warm sun when Usopp started to shake you violently.

"Hey get up! Zoro is leaving the boat," Usopp all but screeched in your ear.

"So," you groaned barely raising an eye towards the freaking out sniper. "If you're so worried about him, you follow him."

"I can't do that," he shivered.

"And why not?"

"Because! He always gets in trouble and he likes you better," Usopp replied and you rolled your eyes. For such a crack shot Usopp would more than likely always be a coward.

"I highly doubt that, but since you're too chicken."

"I'm not chicken," Usopp huffed. "I just have that disease."

"Yeah yeah." You got up, stretching your stiff limbs before racing down the ramp. "Yo Zoro wait up!"

"What for," Zoro asked clearly not happy to have someone tagging along with him.

"Because you have the directional skills of a concussed goose and I'm bored. You always get into trouble so it makes every trip exciting," you retorted finally catching up to where you could walk by his side.

The green haired swordsman rolled his eyes but didn't say anything in reply. You took his silence as permission to stay by his side. Not that you really needed his permission anyway.

You both walked in comfortable quiet, you taking in the surroundings of the island. Since joining The Straw Hat crew you had seen so many sights that you had never dreamed of seeing. And while you had made so many friends along the way, there was a special place in your heart for the swordsman you walked beside. His stubborn tenacity in the face of all the countless battles made your heart skip. His chiseled blade honed body was a plus too. But it was Zoro's loyalty that had you tripping over him, though you never let him know that. He was oblivious to your feelings and you could live with that.

What Zoro was trying to accomplish with this endeavor off The Sunny you didn't know. He didn't like to stay in one place for very long. So you figured he needed to stretch his legs and take a look at the surroundings. You didn't blame Zoro as you too didn't like to be stuck on a boat so much. Usopp was enough to keep the ship safe while you enjoyed your time next to Zoro. But it was starting to get late and the other crew members would be arriving back to the ship soon. And you both were a little far away so it would take some time to get back. You didn't want Luffy and the others to worry about you both, they'd probably think Zoro got you both lost. It was getting hard to see too as the sun started setting behind the trees, darkening the ground to where you couldn't hardly see where you were stepping.

"Hey Zoro," you spoke up after hours of silence. You cringed at the sound of your voice destroying the calm surrounding you both. "It's getting late we should start heading back to the ship."

Zoro sighed, "Yeah. Luffy will want to leave soon after all the supplies are loaded."

Zoro turned heading straight towards the town instead of the way you both had been traveling.

"Wait Zoro the Sunny is that way," you rushed forward reaching for Zoro's shoulder to turn him in the right direction when your foot found an uncovered root. You tried stopping your fall which only made the angle your ankle went in a more severe direction. You hit the ground hard, knocking the breath from your lungs and an excruciating pain radiating in your ankle. You blinked back tears as you leaned back on the tree that betrayed you. Rubbing at the quickly swelling joint you tried to put weight on it. You hissed as a few tears escaped trickling down your cheeks.

Zoro was by your side quickly, kneeling in front of you before sliding your boot off, "Are you okay?"

"I can't put weight on it. It's probably sprained really bad."

"Or broken," Zoro replied.

"I'm trying to be optimistic here," you chuckled before hissing at Zoro prodding at the joint.

"Can you make it back with me," he asked.

"I'll try," you nodded before testing a step forward. As soon as your weight settled on your foot you went back down. Zoro catching you immediately and lowering you back down gently. He sighed reaching up in his sleeve to remove the bandana tied around his upper arm. He tucked your boot in his belt that his swords hung from and pushed your pant leg up. His calloused hands brushing against your skin had you shivering in delight before turning into pain as he wrapped the bandana around your ankle.

"I'll have to carry you back," Zoro spoke as he continued to wrap your ankle. Tying the bandana with a tight knot, the pressure of the material helped ease the constant sting.

"I'll be your guide you be my legs."

"Deal." Without another word Zoro squatted down his back facing you. Sucking in a deep breath as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and his hands gripped your thighs. He stood up, not even grunting at the extra weight and started to walk, in the wrong direction again. You sighed, it was going to be awhile before you both made it back to the Sunny.

What felt like an eternity later the glorious sight of the ship made you slump further in Zoro's grip in relief. His fingers tightened on your skin as your hand brushed against his chest.

"Thank you Zoro," you mumbled as Chopper raced down the dock to where you and Zoro were.

"What happened," the little reindeer worried for your health.

"She tripped," Zoro replied walking past Chopper so he could take you inside. "Probably sprained and possibly broken."

"Put her on my table," Chopper raced by Zoro to get all the necessary supplies.

You greeted your crewmates and eased their worries as Zoro continued to carry you, unconcerned of the knowing glances his fellow pirates shot your way causing you to blush. Once Zoro set you gently on Chopper's examination table, you held his arm keeping him from leaving.

"Thank you Zoro," you whispered again pulling him closer to where you could kiss his cheek.

He blinked, stepping backwards in a daze. "You're welcome," he mumbled before exiting out of the door.

You couldn't fight the smile as Chopper examined your injured ankle, Zoro's bandana still wrapped around your joint. Chopper untied it and set it down beside you, you picked it up gently holding it to your chest as Chopper treated you. Maybe there was a little hope between you and Zoro after all.

#Roronoa Zoro X Reader #Roronoa Zoro / Reader #Roronoa Zoro #One Piece #Zoro Imagine #One Piece Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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fbfh · 1 year ago

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Hi what do you think of jay from Descendants x reader (unestablished relationship) jay’s neck is sore from tourney practice, they are in reader’s dorm and she offers to give him a neck massage. He is a bit reluctant at first because he never had one but loves it and wants her to do it more often? With lots and lots of fluff!

I hope this makes sense.

YOOOOO YES. touchstarved jay is not even an au. he is literally so used to toughing it out that he doesn't like,, realize there are other options. you're helping him with his schoolwork, you have been for a while. so he seems kind of stiff and keeps adjusting his position while you're trying to explain his remedial goodness homework on empathy and compassion, and you notice he keeps rubbing the back ofhis neck.

"You okay?" you ask. he doesn't know how to answer when he realizes you're actually asking. he's still not used to people being concerned about him and his wellbeing.

"yeah, yeah It's nothing." he says in that blustery sort of way that lets you know it actually is something. "got tackled so hard at practice the other day and now I can't turn my head to the right..."

he laughs. he laughs like it's a relatable joke. he laughs with Mal and Carlos and Evie about getting injured all the time, but when he looks over at you, you're not laughing. you look worried.

"Here," you say gently, moving behind him. "Why don't you read me what you have for your essay so far and I'll see if I can help."

"Uh..." he hesitates, wondering if this is some sort of trick. "...okay?"

You can tell he's reluctant and wary. you place your hands gently on the back of his neck and he jumps, pulling away. he laughs again.

"okay, okay. if you're gonna choke me out you gotta try harder than that-"

"what?" you laugh too, this time in disbelief. "no! no, Jay it's just a neck massage..."

he looks at you, brows furrowed in confusion.

"i'm not gonna choke you out." you reassure. a few moments later, he's sitting on the edge of his bed while you touch him, working out all the knots and kinks in his neck and shoulders - well, not all of them. that's gonna take a while. but you're making good progress. Jay sighs, blinking heavily as he grows accustomed to your touch. he tries to read his essay, but keeps losing his train of thought. he's never felt like this before. he's never had someone touch him so gently or go out of their way to do something like this. after a few minutes you and him both know that he's going to be coming back to you after tourney practices much more often. you can't say you mind getting to see him more, especially when he gives you those puppydog eyes.

#drabbles #descendants #descendants x reader #jay of agrabah #jay x reader #I literally love him so much

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webslingingslasher · 1 year ago

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I'm dying for there to be a fic where the reader is Stark's daughter and tells Peter that he has to watch her, Peter does it and the more he does it the more they connect the two and end up dating in secret, but one day reader discovers it and then angs to fluff??? Would you do it, i love how you write yes and thank you

*cleaning out my inbox/drafts* this is an old one but i loved it so much mcu peter HAD to make a comeback for this. // a little different than what you asked.

you're livid and peter's scared.

your dad had shared a new piece of information in passing but it brought everything crumbling down. peter, your boyfriend, wasn't who you thought he was.

the person you thought was honest and gentle was really just a lying snake. he can wear manipulation well. even now, with wide eyes and a panicked grin you can't picture him hurting you like this. but you can feel it.

'hi, baby.' he knows you're mad, he's trying to approach this calmly.

'you're a fucking liar.' you just brought everything down to a negative level, peter feels his shoulders slump. he doesn't know what he did or how he lied. 'i'm sorry.' whatever he did caused venom to be directed his way and he doesn't like it at all.

'no you're not. you're a filthy, lying scumbag.' he's not trying to invalidate your feelings, but you're being really fucking mean to him and he really doesn't like this treatment from you. he's never been so hurt in his life, the person he loved with everything in him, can't get enough insults out their mouth.

'why are you talking to me like this?' he sounds pitiful and for a moment your heart breaks for him, you know how much you're hurting him right now but he broke your trust.

'my dad told me. i can't believe i fell for your bullshit, or was it all him? you're just some little drone for my daddy?' it was a blur of sarcasm and betrayal, and peter truly has no idea what he's done.

'what did i do? please tell me what i did.' he's pleading, he'd do anything to make it right. you scoff, everything seems so fake.

'my dad planted you into my life and you wormed your way into being my boyfriend.'

peter freezes, his stiff shoulders are your answer. 'it's true?' your voice cracked, the deception has your insides curling. you thought peter would deny it and kiss you a hundred times and tell you he wasn't that type of guy.

but he is and he did it.

'peter, it's true?' why do you want to cry? you were the one that was swindled. it hurts because you trusted him, it hurts because you thought he loved you just as much as you did him.

there's a new feeling, it's rage. you shared so much of yourself with him for nothing, you wasted time on him. you move on your own accord and you push your weight into his shoulders, trying to throw him back, it's useless. he doesn't even budge, but he still lets you try with everything in you.

'you're piece of shit! i... i fucking hate you!' the word has tears pricking your eyes. peter felt his entire heart shatter, he thinks you just told him the worst thing he's ever heard.

'i fucking loved you, peter. you were my everything. i loved you with everything in me, and it was all built on a giant lie. why would you do that to me?'

loved, loved, loved, loved.

peter goes numb, there's nothing to fight for, you didn't love him anymore. you push on his chest, he feels nothing, he moves with your motion. 'fucking say something!'

he blinks, he says the first thing on his mind. the only thing on his mind. 'i love you.' it enrages you even further, does he think it's a joke? 'fuck you, peter.' and with that, you turn to leave his room, his house, him.

peter might've messed up but he can't let you leave without trying to save this. he knows he fucked up. 'wait! don't leave yet, just let me explain it, okay? then you can go back to hating me.' the ending sentence felt like battery acid on his tongue.

you stand still. you’ve been hurt by him but you still love him no matter what you say, and that feels like a kick in the chest to yourself. if he can, you'll let him try and dig himself out of this hole.

'this, what we have, it's real. everything i did as your boyfriend was real. i love you with everything in me, you know i do.' you don't look like you believe it, it looks like you think he's just telling you what you want to hear.

'your dad...' peter doesn't know how he got here, he didn't expect it all to come out. 'look, i've always liked you, okay? you know that, we've talked about how when i first met you i was head over heels for you. your dad knew that too and he hated it. but then you were all sad about your friend so he suggested i just... befriend you.'

'suggested or told?' peter swallows hard, this is tricky even for him. 'i don't know. i just had the opportunity to talk to you and i took it. all your dad did was give me an in, that's it. everything else was all me, i promise.'

you sigh heavily, it sounds like something your dad would do. 'then why wouldn't you tell me this when we started dating?' peter gestures to you and all your fury. 'i didn't want this to happen. i didn't want you to doubt me. us. i didn't want you to doubt us.'

'so he told you to be my friend. nothing else?' peter winces, there's more to it and you're not sure if you want to hear it. 'okay, maybe he said to keep an eye out for you.' your face drops, peter's quick to keep talking. 'but i heard that as befriend! how could i keep you safe if we're not friends, right?'

it's not working, you seem more sad than mad now and peter prefers your anger. 'and when he saw how happy you were with me it changed and he gave me the go ahead to ask you out.' you'll bite your tongue on that one, you know it's because peter's a stickler for a father's blessing.

'when did he back out of the picture, peter?' the question un-eases him, and you have a feeling you know why. you pray it's not what you think, but it is.

'a couple months into dating.' peter jumps to continue, 'he never told me to date you, he just said it was a good thing and he was happy i was keeping you busy and making you happy. he gave me a little money for dates, but that's it, i swear.'

peter was taking money from him?

'so, while i was falling in love with you, my dad was paying you off? nice, peter. that's a real nice guy act.'

peter knows how it sounds, that's why he felt like he couldn't spit it out. the more time went on, the less he felt the need to share. 'that's not what it was, all he wanted was for me to be your friend, i promise. i'm the one that went a step further, i'm the one that wanted to be your boyfriend.'

you roll your eyes, how dumb does he think you are? 'of course you wanted to be my boyfriend, you were getting paid.' you couldn't be further from the truth, peter felt bad taking his money but it was to keep you happy and that's all he ever wanted to do.

he's failing pretty hard right now.

'no, that's not what it was. i was the one that planned everything, everything we built was because of me.'

'right. and he was just sponsoring it?'

peter's never fought harder for anything in his life. you were on the line. 'he pulled out when it started to get real. he said it was on me to take care of you and i did. i have been. i'm not lying, your dad might have put you into my life but every single part of me loving you was real and all me.'

you want to believe him. you want him to be telling the truth. and maybe if it all started because your dad wanted him to look out for you, you could look past it. but for him to double down and start taking money when you were calling him boyfriend makes you feel sick.

peter knows it's not working. 'baby, please-' you cut him off, 'don't you dare call me that, we're done. it's over. hope it was worth it.'

panic fills him, he suddenly feels hot. for a second peter sees black dots, he swears he's about to pass out. 'no, no, no. don't do this, don't do this to me.'

how did peter go from trying to salvage it to ruining it beyond repair?

your arms cross over your chest, it's a way to guard your hurting heart. it's not fair. you gave him so much of yourself just to learn it was all built on a lie, you can't choose between breaking out into a sob or wanting to punch his face.

'i really loved you, peter.'

'you still do. i know you do. you can't just stop loving me out of nowhere. i know i hurt you and i know i broke your trust but you can't stop loving me.'

you feel empty inside. peter was right, he hurt you. he hurt you big time. 'i'm going to try.' you can see how wet his eyes are, if he drops a single tear you'll go back on every word of yours. you have to leave and stand up for yourself because if you don't it'll be proof that he can treat you however he wants.

'please don't do this. i'll do anything, i'll... i'll...' he's drawing blanks, for the first time ever peter doesn't know how to fix anything. 'please don't leave me. i'll be better, i'll be who you need. i love you so much, please don't do this to me.' peter's grasping at straws and you feel your chest rattle when you tell him you're leaving.

peter drops to his knees, he's begging. 'i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. i should've told you when we first started dating- no! i should've never done it, i should've told your dad to... to fuck off and, and, i'm so sorry! please don't break up with me, please.'

you've lost all edge, you feel just as broken.

'goodbye, peter.'

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it's been three days of reckoning and you're in a terrible mood. the blame has shifted, after you dumped peter and returned home to your bed you thought long and hard about it and realized that peter would've never done it if your dad didn't get involved.

if your dad didn't drop peter in as an informant, you wouldn't be here. if your dad didn't tell peter to buddy up with you, he'd still be your boyfriend.

you don't hate peter anymore, you're just sad. instead, you hate your dad. you hate how he ruined everything you had and ruined all your trust in him. you've refused to speak to him for three days, this morning he had enough of it when you slammed your door in his face.

he promptly allowed himself in and looked around your disheveled room, he knows something's wrong. 'woah. easy on, teen angst. talk to your dad, what's going on?'

you pretend he's not in the room with you. 'is something wrong? do you want me to call your boyfriend?' of course he wants peter over, he wants him to spy on you so your dad can corner him and sweat him out until peter spills.

you know how peter is and your dad took advantage of that.

'i broke up with peter. leave me alone.' there's a ring of silence, your dad is in shock. it would explain the sudden excuses on why peter can't come over, it would also explain your sour attitude.

'why would you do that?' because of him. because your dad had to get involved in your love life. 'because of you. you planted him in my life and paid him off to date me. i hate you.'

'is that what he told you?'

you don't know why you're talking to him. 'basically.' your dad sighs and sits on the edge of your bed, you resist the burning urge to kick his back.

'is this about what i said the other day? honey, i didn't ask him to date you and i didn't pay him off. i paid him when he helped me redo the lab. he must've gotten confused on the reasoning.'

you think about it. the lab was renovated right around the time you started dating and was finished right around when you became official. and peter did the brunt of heavy lifting and furniture shifting. he even had to reschedule a date because he was going to stay up all night to wrap up all the cords and label them to keep track.

'and for what it's worth, the kid's always liked you. i saw it on his face the second you shook his hand and i told him absolutely not. but the more i thought about it the more i thought why not?'

you're not saying anything but you're holding on to every word he says. 'i got tired of you moping around the place because of that brat you called a friend so i suggested he keep an eye out for you and be a friend if you needed one. honey, i knew what i was doing. i knew what was going to happen.'

peter left a lot of this out. a lot.

'he said you told him it was his job to take care of me now.' your dad laughs. 'yeah, i did. when he came to me shaking and halfway begging to let him be your boyfriend, i told him that he would have to grow a pair and take care of you.'

your dad turns and gives you a light smile, he pats your leg over the blanket. 'i don't think any part of it was a lie, kiddo. i just gave him the greenlight to do what he wanted to do the second he met you.'

tears sting your eyes, you think about how crushed peter looked. you imagine the tear in his heart was far greater than yours. you heard something and made your own assumption and peter can't back himself to save his life so you walked away from it entirely.

you were so mean to him. you belittled him and did the worst possible thing you could do. you told him you hated him. you blink fast to clear your eyes, tears start falling instead. you've been so mad you haven't been able to process what you did but it's hitting now and you feel broken.

'i told him i hated him. i've never said that to him, he was so sad. i was so mean to him, dad. i was calling him names and...' your breath catches, you feel like your throat’s closing up. 'i think i broke his heart.'

you curl up, you want to be left alone, you want to punish yourself. instead your dad tells you to 'get your sorry ass up and go apologize to your boyfriend.' it's a very short pity party.

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you rushed his front door. you felt like the longer you waited the closer your window closed. you stupidly blocked his number so now you're unaware if he's tried to reach out at all. you're knocking so hard your knuckles hurt.

'oh my good-' you push past may. it's incredibly rude and you'll have to add her to your apology train but the first and most important stop is peter.

'where's-'

peter steps out from his room, he looks at you cautiously and doesn't get halfway through your name before you're running to him and wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself against him. it's a full bodied hug.

'i'm so sorry and i love you. i love you so so much, i love everything about you. i love your voice in the morning, i love how you always give me an extra kiss at night to repel bed bug bites, i love how you never give me shit when i don't bring a jacket to the movies even though i'm gonna steal yours because i always get cold. i love how you always make me a bowl of cereal after we-'

'may.'

'-watch a movie. i love how you grew your hair out because i asked you. i love how you always ask to kiss me first. i love how you love me.' you squeeze him tighter.

'i told you i hated you and that couldn't be further from the truth. i love you so much and i was so mean to you and i just don't want you to think i hate you. i could never hate you, peter. i should've never said that, i can love you and be mad at you at the same time.'

peter quietly shushes you, it settles the bubble of anxiety in your chest. he's calming you down, he's doing what he always does when you're inches away from a panic attack. peter gently pulls at your hands around his neck to move them to his waist, it's instantly more comfortable, you're able to bury yourself into him.

'i don't want to be broken up anymore.' your voice cracks, you don't know what you'll do if he says no. you're spiraling, the consequences of your actions are falling into place. you're going to lose him.

peter pulls you back into reality. he always knows when you're too far gone, you can't imagine life without him anymore. 'calm down for a second, okay? i'm not going anywhere. i'm right here.' he turns his head back to his room, may's doing that thing where she pretends she doesn't see or hear what's going on but she's actually holding on to every word.

'wanna go lay down?' you nod fast and pull away to tug him into his own room, peter swears he sees a frown on his aunt's face. the second he shuts his door you start in on round two, you stop when he cups your face and softly shushes you again.

'please stop panicking.'

'i'll panic until you take me back. i should've never broken up with you, peter. i was yelling at my dad and then he told me what actually happened and we were both wrong and now you hate me.'

peter's eyes are shining, he's getting a little amusement from your distress and you allow it. it's the least you could give him after breaking him down into nothing.

'i told you to stop blocking me when you get mad at me.' you want to hit yourself in the face, you knew you missed out on something. 'never again, i promise. i can't do this again, peter. if i'm about to have a panic attack over something that's a non-issue i'll hate myself forever.'

'you really want to hate someone, don't you?' you seal your mouth closed. he's right, you've been saying it too much. even if he said it with a tilt in his voice you take it seriously.

'since someone is a little reactionary, i'll show you my phone.' peter paws at his back pocket before you have his phone in your hands, sure enough there's five missed messages.

the first one was an hour after you dumped him.

'upon further consideration, i reject our break up. you promised me that you'd never break up with me in the heat of an argument. not after the charity auction thing.'

'therefore, we are not broken up until you come over and do it at a later time.'

'love- your boyfriend <3'

'ps. even though you blocked me, i know you don't hate me.'

'you're just mad and you're soooo gonna regret that later.'

peter's right, you do regret it. your eyes are glossy when you reread the texts over and over, even at your worst he loves you. 'so, you're still my boyfriend?'

soft pokes are placed at your sides, you squirm with his touch. 'duh. i just stayed away until you figured it out.' you pout at him, your attack deemed unjustified.

'he wasn't paying you to take me on dates. he was paying you for renovating the lab. that's why the payments stopped after we started dating.'

peter never took money from your dad and your dad never employed peter. he nods slowly. 'oh, yeah, that would make a lot of sense.' you reach forward for another hug and speak into his chest.

'i'm sorry for being mean and trying to break up with you.'

'it's okay, baby.' you melt at a kiss on your hairline. 'you didn't mean it.'

'i promise i didn't.' you feel like a dog with a tail between their legs, there's not enough ways to say how sorry you are. 'i love you, petey.'

another kiss. 'i love you, too.'

he feels so warm, he feels like home. for the first time in three days you feel comfortable, you press into your boyfriend and he doesn't budge. you love how sturdy he is, you love how you can nearly hurt him with your love.

you squeeze him hard, using all your force and almost shaking you're holding him to you so tightly. when you start limiting his breathing, peter pushes down on your elbows.

'you're about to cuteness aggression me to death.'

'i love you.' you can't say it enough.

peter laughs, 'i love you.'

'no,' you peer up at him, it's been days since you kissed him. 'i really love you.' it's whispered, peter's lips twitch at your blown pupils. you almost purr when he cups your face. 'i know you do.'

peter knows that look. he's the one that created it. 'do you want me to-'

'yes.' you waste no time, pushing up and attacking his mouth with your own. you don't know why it's so harsh, you don't know why you're desperate to swallow him and show him how much you missed him, how much you need him. you want to prove how sorry you are.

'lock your door.' peter's eyes sparkle, that means one thing. he takes off so fast his socks slip on his floor and he catches himself on the wall, his lock flicked in seconds.

peter tugs at the back of his shirt, 'naked kisses?' you bite your lip and nod, 'i could go for a bowl of cereal.'

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redroomreflections · 1 year ago

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Before She Cheats...

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha cheats on reader

The Loud House Universe

w/c:1.6k (an AU to the AU )

You can't see her face when you walk through the door, your excited greeting hanging in the air as you shrug off your coat and kick off your shoes. Natasha remains silent when you call out to her, her body language stiff and unmoving as she sits curled on the couch.

"Hey, baby, I thought we could celebrate tonight!" You suggest, your voice brimming with enthusiasm. You don't wait for an answer as you drop all your belongings in the foyer. The familiar scent of fresh soap fills the room, and you notice the damp curls of her hair, evidence of a recent shower. “I officially put in my resignation for ADA. We can go ahead and get started on the move. Also, I will be accepting that job offer in the morning. Ohio it is for us.”

Still nothing. It’s fine she’s probably busy with Luke.

"Natasha?" You call again, hoping for a response, but the silence is deafening. The atmosphere in the room shifts, and your excitement wavers as you approach her cautiously. "Oh, you're in here with all the lights off," you observe with a chuckle. "It's giving Cara after a long day. How are you? I missed you." You lean in to kiss her lips, but she turns slightly, offering only her cheek in return.

Your smile falters as you pull back, your excitement dimming. "Is everything okay?" you ask, concern creeping into your voice. Natasha's gaze remains fixed ahead, her silence louder than any words. "Where are the kids? Did something happen?"

"No, um the kids are fine," She finally speaks. She looks into your eyes and all you see is pain. "I sent them to the compound for the weekend. "

"Oh, that's cool then," You nod. "Even Luke? He's so tiny. It will be his first time away. "

Natasha nods. She bites her lips nervously. Something you've never known Natasha to do.

"I felt we needed this time to talk about a few things," She began before shaking her head.

"Okay," You furrow your brows.

"We've been together for a while now. We've built a life together and our children and the Avengers and it's great. It really is. " Natasha begins a monologue that has you going from confused to afraid. "I love you."

"Natasha, I love you too," You grab a hold of her hand. You massage her skin soothingly. "What's wrong? Baby, tell me."

"I, um, there's no easy way to say this," Natasha takes a deep breath. "I was drunk. I was stupid. I slipped. It was just one time and..."

"What happened?" You interrupt her. You don't want to think where this is going. It's never been a thought in your head.

"I slept with someone else," She whispers. "It was a mistake. I know I can't take it back. I am sorry."

The blood drains from your face, and your heart sinks. You pull your hand back as if you've been burned.

"No," You shake your head. "No, no. You didn't do that. You're not stupid. You wouldn't throw away ten years of marriage like that."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," She pleads with you. "You have to believe me." She reaches for your hand."

"No," You shake your head. "Why would you do that? W-why?"

"It was a mistake, Y/N. I didn't think it would lead to anything. We were both drunk. It happened so fast." Natasha explains.

"So, you just forgot you're married." You questioned. "You just forgot you had a wife at home. What was she prettier than me? Was I working too late? Did she give you affection I didn't?" Your voice raised.

"No," Natasha denied.

"Then what is it?" You demanded.

"I wasn't thinking. I made a mistake. You have to believe me. It will never happen again."

"I have to believe you. No! You know what I believe. I believe you've been having an affair. And that you were just looking for a reason to leave. " You stand from the couch. "I know you. A one-time thing isn't you? You're an emotional person as much as you try not to be."

"I swear it's not like that. Please."

"No," you cut her off. "Just don't." You turn away from her. Tears blurring your vision.

"Please, I'm sorry," Natasha's voice cracks. She stands to come and get you to look at her.

"No," You turn around to push her away. "I said don't."

"I'm sorry. You can't imagine how sorry I am. I never wanted to hurt you. " She pleads.

"You never wanted to hurt me? That's such a fucking lie," You pushed her again. She allowed herself to move. "You throw away twelve years of a relationship for nothing? Please don't play with my intelligence. We just adopted another fucking baby. He's not even six months old and you mean to tell me you go and pull this?"

"Y/N, please. Just let me explain."

"What is there to explain? You fucked someone else. What can you explain? You had an affair. You've been having an affair." You began to pace. It was either this or you would start swinging. Neither of you needed that.

"No, Y/N, that's not it. Please."

"How long? How long has this been going on?" You turned to her. "I want the truth."

"It was one time," Natasha reiterated.

"Who is she?"

"Y/N, I promise it's not like that," Natasha shook her head.

"Stop lying," You yelled. "Just stop. You fucked someone else. And I want to know who the fuck she is."

"You don't understand. We can get past this. You're my wife. We're married. I can't lose you."

"I don't understand," You huff. "How could you do this to us? Who is she?"

"Baby, please," Natasha pleads with you.

"Who is she, Natasha?" You demand.

"A woman from HR at Stark Industries," Natasha finally says. "She was a temp. We met a few times over legalities and my contract. Though I swear it was only one time. In her office."

"Her office?"

"We were having lunch and she was leaving and her door was open. And the next thing I knew we were kissing. And I was sitting on her desk and she was fucking me." Natasha continued.

"You can't be serious," You practically scream. Anything to keep from bursting into tears.

"Please," Natasha steps closer. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Let me fix this. Don't leave me. We have a family. You can't."

"Don't touch me." You raise a finger. "I'm liable to do anything right now I'm so pissed. I can't believe this."

"It will never happen again," Natasha promised.

"Yeah, but it already has," You remind her. "I-I-I can't breathe." You hold a hand to your chest. This is one of the most devastating things you've had to go through in your life. You wish you could go back to one hour ago. "I think I'm gonna throw up." You push past her. "I need to get out of here. I need some air."

"No, Y/N, please don't leave," Natasha begged. "Stay and let's talk about this."

"Fuck, you!" You yell.

"Let me make this better. Please, just give me a chance."

"I need to go."

"No," She grabbed your arm.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You shout. "Let me go. Let me go, now!"

"Baby, please,"

"No, just no," You yanked your arm away. You finally allowed the tears to fall. "How could you do this, Nat? How could you? What was it that wasn't enough for you? What wasn't I giving you that you had to go out and sleep with someone else?"

"I can't believe you would do this to us. We've been together ten years. We have kids. I can't even look at you."

"It was a mistake," She cried.

"Mistakes are forgetting your wallet. Mistakes are accidentally putting the car in reverse instead of drive. Mistakes are not throwing away the love of your life because you were drunk."

"I didn't mean for this to happen."

"I am leaving for the weekend," You begin. "I will call my lawyer first thing Monday morning."

"What, no."

"I want a divorce," You announce. "I don't want to see you. I don't want to hear your voice. I will be back for the kids and I will be filing for sole custody."

"Y/N, wait," She tried to follow.

"Do not follow me," You warned. "Do not try to call or text me. You stay the fuck away from me."

"You can't just take my kids away from me," She argues. "Divorce is crazy. We can work through this. I can work through this."

"Oh, trust me, I'll take everything. You've broken my heart. I'll make sure you feel that same pain. If not worse. Now stay the fuck away from me," You warn.

"You're not the vengeful type," Natasha protested. "I know this hurts but putting the kids through a custody battle?"

"You weren't the cheating type either but I guess we can still learn new things about each other," You begin to collect your things. "I want a divorce. I want full custody. And I want you as far away from me as possible."

"And if I won't give it to you," Natasha challenges.

"I will ruin you," You threaten. "I'll take your bank accounts. I'll take the kids. I'll make sure you can never work again. And I'll take all your friends. I will make sure no one will ever trust you again."

"What are you talking about? Y/N, come on."

"Don't you 'come on' me," You shake your head. "I hope she was worth it."

You leave the house, slamming the front door behind you. How could she do this?

---> next part

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iz-star · 11 months ago

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Some thoughts about Zayne in "Adventure above clouds" event:

Like I've explained here, I've been having a bad feeling about Zayne's fate in the next main story updates, and after finishing Zayne's route in "Adventure above clouds" my feelings of uncertainty are just increasing.

So, I'm going to write down some thoughts I had while playing his route, especially about him wearing Dawnbreaker's variant outfit "Shadowfall dawn", which might be a bit interesting for some.

Disclaimer: I would like to pride myself as a Zayne connossieur but that's actually quite far away from reality. I'm a Zayne main and I devour every piece of info that there is about him, however my interpretations and opinions are my own and can be wrong. I'm someone that sometimes tends to overanalyze so, it's up to you if you agree or no with my takes! I'm also always open to be corrected ❤️

Let's get strated with by saying that in this event, Zayne was undoubtedly and utterly perfect. He's honestly all what he's always been: Sweet, patient, cute, smart, funny, gentle, caring and a lot of other things, the only difference here is that he's more prone to show his affections openly and straightforward which only showcases his development as character. It's like he finally feels at ease by expressing himself, especially around MC. When I say he was perfect, I'm not talking at how lovely he was (he's always been lovely anyway) but more like, he's natural, he feels less stiff, totally happy with MC and himself, smiling most part of the time and showing his love even through words, to the point MC says this:

Since Snowy Serenity he's been more direct at expressing his intimate thoughts towards MC. For example, in previous cards he would always refer to her as "someone" and even refer to him in third person: "Someone thinks it's special treatment" [Drunken Intimacy] "He can't ignore you even if he wants to" [Tranquil Heart] "Recently, a certain someone ocupies my mind. Whether I'm walking, eating or sleeping, I keep picturing myself with her" [Heartstring healer] to mention a few.

It's in Snowy Serenity that we have a clear change in his way of expressing his feelings. He starts with "I don't want the person I like to get hurt", in here he's still using the third person but the message is really straightforward "the person I like" and as the conversation goes by and it becomes more meaningful, deep and intimate, he leaves all his chains behind and says "I need you, I have never denied that". This card is all about communication, even he admits that he's always been bad at saying what others want to hear and still, he's trying.

In Hidden Motive, this behaviour keeps going. When MC says that the lights behind him are beautiful, he looks at her and replies "Indeed, very beautiful". Because his eyes are fixating in her, she clarifies that she's talking about the lights but without hesitation Zayne replies: "I know. I was talking about you"

And I'd like you to recall Drunken Intimacy because this is like a paralel with Hidden Motive, since both cards were made for lovers' day festivities; Drunken intimacy for Valentine's Day and Hidden Motive for Qixi festival which is lovers' day in China. Not only they are like cards that go hand in hand but also showcase Zayne's and MC's character develompment and how their relationship has changed:

See the difference?

In Snowy Serenity and Hidden Motive, there's a focus on improving communication, being honest about their needs and feelings (Zayne saying "I'll survive" at MC's concern and her telling him that he'd better stop talking in Snowy Serenity and MC talking about her "last wishes" before dying and entrusting them to Zayne and he replying that he didn't come all the way here to listen to her talk about that nonsense) and finally, getting both physically and emotionally closer.

In this last event, "Adventure above clouds" it feels like the result of this devlopment is finally paying off all their effort: they're both happy working together to solve the escape room, showing open affection, talking about the future and the past ("Us in 50 years" "Our childhood memories" or how was Zayne's university years without MC and the big difference now that he has someone to watch the falling snow with). They talk about how they're each other's sun, how they keep each other warm. When Zayne says that the snow will show them the way and they both "pray" it kind of reminded me of Master of Fate. They getting at the top of the Ice Palace reminded me of Foreseer.

(It's like we've reached peak, literally lol. Ok, bad joke, that's why I love Zayne).

And once all of this has happened, once they've gone through all this develpment, they've come this far together, even bits of the story reminded me of Zayne's myths, and they've talked about the past and the future, what's next?

Zayne mentions eternity.

Zayne has mentioned eternity a couple of times, like in one of the PV's where he's wearing End of Depths outfit ("As the cosmos dances to the tune of eternity, life will reach the fathomless depths of deepspace") and in some of the texts that show up when you level up your affinity with him ("I want to turn every moment into eternity).

In here, he doesn't mention eternity directly, but it's implied when he says "Every snowflake will rememember your name. As well as our story". Eternity is just another way to refer to death for immortal people. It's like Zayne is saying "Your name and our story will endure in the snow even when we're no longer here". We often talk about the memories we leave behind in this world once we part from it, who will remember us? What are the proofs that we existed and lived in this world once we're gone? Will our story fade away? In here is like Zayne is just promising her that their love won't be forgotten.

Let's remind that one focal point in the story is immortality. We know that MC it's immortal and even in the main story, when Zayne it's explaining things about the protocore in MC's heart, he mentions that he doesn't know too much about it, however he knows that her protocore creates a shield around her when she's attacked and that she will live long enough to discover its misteries (kind of reminds of the Creatio Protocore that Foreseer gave MC but that's another talk for another day).

Whether if Dr Zayne knows about MC's immortality or he doesn't, that's something we don't know yet (altho something tells me that he knows, but I won't be explaning this here, if you're curious about it just ask), however we know two things:

1._ Zayne it's against using protocores in human hearts to reach "immortality". To him, death is still essential to life.

2._ Even knowing this, he also knew in his heart that he would do everything in his power to prevent MC's death and he seems to know that something bad is about to happen.

Master of Fate and Foreseer already proved these points. Master of Fate had to kill MC for the greater good but decided to say "fuck it" and instead chose to seal her powers. Foreseer also broke the rules for her sake and gave her the Creatio Protocore, going against Astra's will in order to cure her illness and extend her life (probably one of the things that caused her immortality?). She's always been the exception to every rule in Zayne's book. Something tells me that things with Dr Zayne won't be the exception.

And now... we have to recall something about Zayne's first PV.

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Ever since the beginning, Zayne's route was presented as something with angst. It's interesting to hear these unknown voices saying "Won't you regret it" "She will not come back" "You've paid the price"

This whole PV makes it look like Zayne puts MC to sleep in order to protect her (like with MoF) so she wouldn't "come back" ( revive with the help of her aether core) and then... he loses control of his evol and freezes the whole hospital? Dies in the process? These are just speculations and can be wrong, however we simply know that something bad is happening there and, if we recall them talking in "Adventure above the clouds" and "Us in fifty years"... this PV kinda shatters the hopes for them to have a life as long as that. However, 5* memories and events are not exactly connected to the main story but I think they kind of... interconnect somehow? I'm still wondering how the devs are going to relate each ML route with the Main Story. The announced that they are going to release more "Main Story Branches" from September to December, and I don't know if by saying "Branches" they meant routes? Or simply referencing to the way they've released the main story until now, with each chapter dedicated to each LI? Either way, those are questions for another day.

Now, let's remember this:

"When you and the world wake up, I hope we do not meet again"

A quote that kind of leads us to Zayne's next lifetime: Dawnbreaker.

I've mentioned above that there are bits of Zayne's route in Adventure above clouds that reminded me of MoF and Foreseer, but now it's also time to mention the most obvious thing, the Dawnbreaker reference in this event, of course: "Shadowfall dawn":

There are two things about Zayne's look here:

1._ He's wearing the variant version of Dawnbreaker's outfit.

2._ He also has a halo above his head.

And these two things together create an interesting concept considering that Dawnbreaker Zayne, the serial killer is considered the Grim Reaper, his whole aesthetic is dark, it's even clarified in his anecdotes that his wardrobe was full of black clothes. To see him with a brown variant of his outfit wouldn't make sense at some point... So, of course, Doctor Zayne being his opposite, the one who instead of ending lifes, saves them to the point of exahustion, wears the clear variant outfit, looking like an angel.

Were have we read this before?

Of course, Doctor Zayne is in the opposite role of Dawnbreaker Zayne and even tho Doctor Zayne is always wearing black clothes outside of his lab coat, it's actually wearing his profession's clothes what completes the aesthetic with Dawnbreaker: The Guardian Angel (white) and The Grim Reaper (black).

However in Adventure above clouds, Zayne is not wearing his lab coat cause he is not in his Doctor role. He's just being Zayne, he's being himself, what he is. He's being free, like I commented at the beginning of this post. Still, the fact he's wearing Dawnbreaker's variant with a halo seems a bit supicious considering what I've already pointed out, right? It could also be that I'm simply looking too much into it, but I also believe in the power of foreshadowing, especially considering that we all know that Zayne's birthday is coming next and it kind of connects with Dawnbreaker.

In the story of Adventure above clouds, of course there is a reason as to why everyone is wearing an accessory, in Zayne's case, it's because his role is being "Winter's emissary" just as MC, so she is also wearing one, however we all know that "Winter's emissary" it's more likely to be a fitting title for Zayne than for her. Recalling what it's been previously mentioned here, he says "With Winter's Emissary by your side, every snowflake will remember your name, as well as our story".

Zayne is saying that he'll be by her side in the snow, he is promising her eternity in the snow and with the halo above his head, it is clear that he kinda looks like MC's Guardian Angel, the one who is always going against his duty to ensure her safety, the one who pursued a medical career in order to take care of her heart disease, the one who is always on the lookout for her health and tho stric, still indulges her a lot. Aren't angels emissaries as well?

But you know, in order to become an angel, you first have to die? Doctor Zayne didn't have to die in order to fullfil his role as a doctor, however this one is simply Zayne. Emissaries never stay, they always have to return to the ppl who sent them. Will Zayne return to snow?

What was Zayne's reply to MC's post again?

At the end, all of this are nothing more than supositions that of course, it'd be very happy to get wrong. I wouldn't mind ending up looking like a clown if these theories are wrong and we get to spend a lot of time and precious memories with Zayne. I genuinely just want to see him being happy after all these years of respressed emotions.

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judgeanon · 8 months ago

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So About That BATGIRL #1...

I put this review up in another site, but since folks here on Tumblr seem to be realizing I have a lot of Thoughts about Lady Shiva, I figured I'd transplant it here. So here's how I feel about it. The short of it is that I think it's a strong start with a few small quibbles because I'm not sure how much of Shiva's writing is her being intentionally OOC and how much is Brombal trying to humanize her.

The long is here:

Now, one of Shiva's main issues as a character ever since they finally split her from the League of Assassins (God bless you Bryan Hill) is that, instead, writers have stapled her to Cass. Literally every major Shiva appearance since 2017 has involved Cass in some way. That is a problem not so much for Cass, who gets to have her own stories and series with and without the Batfam (although mostly with), but for Shiva, who doesn't get nearly as much exposure as her daughter. If there's a Shiva comic coming out, odds are it's gonna have something to do with Cass. Well, except for the other Shiva comic coming out this month that's gonna suck shit.

But at the same time, I don't think that means nobody should ever do another Shiva/Cass story, because I still feel like that's rich soil that nobody has had the time, space or desire to really commit to mining. Hill in Outsiders was writing a whole ensemble cast and couldn't linger too long on them. Writers like Grayson and Cloonan/Conrad both teased Shiva trying to reconcile with Cass but never took it anyhwere. A Shiva/Cass story can still be compelling and interesting as long as the writer is willing and able to Actually Write It.

So when literally the first panel of this new issue is Shiva addressing Cass and their relationship directly, I'm already perked up. Right from the get go, you can tell that Tate Brombal is absolutely here to tell a story about these two women and pretty much nothing else, and also that Tak Miyazawa and Mike Spicer are a killer art team. I adore how hard Tak's figures look without (usually) being stiff, thanks to some solid body language and expressions. And Spicer's colors have a cool kind of dark-but-vivid look. The last leg of the issue, with everything illuminated by fire, is especially cool.

Going back to the opening, it's curous how despite this being an issue #1, there's very little in the way of character introductions or set up. There's no slow burn here, no lengthy creeping intro like previous Shiva/Cass stories. And while I can't help but feel that it must be a little awkward for readers unfamiliar with them or their current situation, I think it also accurately reflects one of my favorite parts of the comic, which is Cass' being just absolutely fucking DONE with her mom.

After years of hyper dramatic standoffs and tearful moments of cheap heartbreak, it's fun to see a Cass who has no time for her mother, who's not interested in what she's got going on, and who's confident enough in herself to even be a little shit about it. It's fun and refreshing and fits Cass very nicely.

That not-quite-breakneck but still fast pace keeps up when the Unburied show up after just a few pages of setup and you know, in a couple of interviews, Brombal mentioned being influenced by Daredevil. And this is the page that made me go "Ah, yeah, that tracks." 'cause brother, those are some MILLER-ass ninjas.

Why Shiva fears these guys or thinks Cass can't handle them is not yet explained, but her desperation to keep Cass around does lead to a small but very meaning-heavy moment: the first punch in this series is not thrown into the face of the new enemies, but it's Cass decking her mom in the face and Shiva loving it.

It's an excellent touch and a perfect mission statement about the series. I love it as much as I love the ensuing fight, full of cool moves in big and small panels, but the most fun thing to me is how it's choreographed as Cass fighting her mom almost as much as she's fighting the Unburied. And on top of being a great fight, it ends with a small nod to QUESTION #1 or the 'Tec '88 Annual, in case I was somehow not sold enough already.

And while I still love Cass being so willing to call Shiva out on her lies, it does bring up one of the small gripes I have with this issue: I don't like it when Shiva lies constantly. I think she's best when she's strong and confident enough to not need to lie, when she just lays everything out on the table the way this comic is almost doing. It's good for Cass, as it keeps showing her as someone who has grown to understand her mother, who sees Shiva for who she is and what she does. And it does set up a slightly heartwarming scene at the end.

Of course, that's personal preferrence, and I'm not gonna say this is a bad comic because it doesn't follow my own idea of what works best for Shiva, especially since it's clear that Brombal is writing her with a lot of intention here. But that leads to the other big-ish issue I have with this issue: it's a bit hard to tell, from this story alone, how much of these moments are Brombal building his own personal version of Shiva and how much of it is Shiva, in-universe, acting out of character for the sake of some hidden scheme. After all, Cass points out that twice in the issue Shiva backs down, first from a moral fight and then from an actual fight.

So it's possible that even the constant lying is Shiva playing a role in favor of a grander scheme which will be revealed in later issues. Which, fair enough, I'm willing to see where it goes. But that second moment of yielding does lead to what's maybe my biggest problem with BATGIRL #1, and it's the Unburied themselves.

There's nothing in that initial fight with the Unburied that suggests Shiva and Cass would've had trouble dealing with them. Hell, there's very little to suggest even one of them would've had trouble with them. Now, I'm not suggesting that this issue should've started with the titular character and her mom getting their asses handed to them. But it feels like there's just not enough to these new enemies yet to justify the escape. Ninjas show up, Cass and Shiva beat them without getting hit once, more Ninjas show up and Shiva self-defenestrates herself.

Again, entirely possible that Shiva has something up her sleeve here, and issue #2 did promise to show us the main villain behind them, but as it stands it leaves me with this weird mix of not quite intrigue, not quite disappointment. It's just odd. They could've had, I dunno, a bomb set in the building or some other reason for Shiva to exit the venue like that.

Speaking of odd things, however, I did NOT expect to be reading a comic that brings up Shiva's cult from Puckett/Scott's BATGIRL #25. It's an "Order of Shiva" now though, with chapters and temples and stuff. Which is a bit of a change, since back in #25 they came off more like a gang of fanboys than an order of servants or anything like that. And after being summarily disposed by Shiva in that same issue, they were never really explored again.

So this is Brombal not just bringing back a bit of old lore, but also shifting it slightly, turning it into a more organized group... and then summarily disposing of them one panel later.

Also, I don't know what it is but I *LOVE* this panel. Shiva's face, her "wut" pose, the O.O, it's just... beautiful.

Anyway, once they're in the temple for the last bit of the issue, I start to see a bit more of what Brombal's doing. Like Gail Simone and Bryan Hill, Brombal seems to want to soften Shiva up a little, to make it clear that deep inside, she does have at least a bit of a heart, or enough of it to feel sadness at the wasteful death of people she may feel like she owes something to. Compare it to BIRDS OF PREY #62 for example:

This one is not quite as dramatic or vulnerable, but it's clear that Brombal wants to write Shiva with a slightly more human heart. Which, again, I'm not opposed to but I don't think it's the best thing you can do with her. I prefer Shiva being more detached in regards to death, like the most she'll do is see it as a waste but she's not gonna get emotional about it, she's going to be way more matter-of-fact. Death happens and such. But I think that kind of aloofness often gets interpreted as monstrous disdain for life by writers trying to make Shiva into a villain, and if I had to choose between what Brombal's doing and what, well, what Tom King's probably gonna be doing in a few weeks, I'll take this anytime.

Anyway, I also didn't expect to see the apprentice from BATGIRL #26, having apparently gotten a promotion somewhere in the last 20 years. Good for him! Less good for him is the shitload of arrows he eats two pages later but oh well.

The last couple of pages lead to a nice moment of sheer badassery for both Shiva and Cass and one last showcase of Miyazawa and Spicer's glorious team effort. Those two work really well together and I'm excited to see more of them in future issues. And while we're at it, I gotta give props to Miyazawa for being one of maybe two artists to draw a visibly older Lady Shiva.

His version isn't just aged but hardened by that age, looking stern and determined without having to rely on gritted teeth or angry looks. And on top of all that, he still finds more than enough moments to give her the kind of cocky smiles that bring out the more playful side of Shiva that some stories tend to either gloss over or turn into outright sadism.

Man... I just love to see that momma smile.

Other than that, there's a couple of minor quibbles I have with the issue. There's a funny moment where Cass pulls a Batman on her own mother (who charmingly acknowledges Bruce's influence) but it's undercut by Cass poofing back into existence on the next page. And there's also the weird, almost surreal emptiness of the city around them. Even after a building explodes, there's literally nobody on the streets other than Shiva and Cass.

On one hand, it speaks to the intentions of this run. This is VERY much a two-woman show so far, with no room for much else. But it's still glaring enough to be distracting.

However, it's that intentionality that ultimately wins me over. Even with all my personal little issues with Shiva's characterization, it's obvious from the start that this is a writer who is genuinely trying to write her as a character, who is ready to engage with her and with her relation with Cass on a deeper level than just hero and villain, or good daughter and evil mom.

Brombal, Miyazawa & Spicer have put some meat on the grill, and although I don't think the biggest pieces are there yet... I'm ready to let them cook.

#DC #Comics #Batgirl #Lady Shiva #Cassandra Cain #Tate Brombal #Tak Miyazawa #Mike Spicer #takeshi miyazawa #Comic Reviews #Wu-Tang Clan intro voice: TIGER STYLE #TIGER STYLE

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hotmessmaxpress · 11 months ago

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This is SHITE but it's writing so I'm holding it out to you like a cat bringing its loving owner a dead mouse.

Vale doesn't admit it until they're back together, having reconciled. They're still tiptoeing around the heavy baggage of their past, only acknowledging it when it's unavoidable.

They're in bed, sweaty and bare, and Vale is tracing the lines on Marc's face. He gently slides the tips of his fingers down, from the crinkles at the edges of Marc's beautiful eyes to the smile lines that bracket his lips. His fingers continue down, running gently over his tanned neck and strong shoulders, down the scars on his arm until he can tangle their fingers together.

"I'm not as young as I used to be," Marc says, laughing with a touch of the plastic stiffness he uses with the media.

Vale senses that this is an important moment.

"You're beautiful," he says, somewhat lamely but with total honesty. Marc is beautiful. He always has been and will always be.

He is definitely different than their last attempt at a relationship, if you could call it that, though. Then again, Vale has changed just as much.

Marc laughs stiffly again, glancing away.

Vale frowns.

"I know you aren't as young anymore," Vale adds, treading carefully. "I am not either."

"You were never young," Marc teases, and Vale is relieved to find that Marc has relaxed, and lost his plastic tone. He's genuinely smiling now, though it's a small smile.

Vale pretends to be affronted, scoffing.

"I have eternal youth."

"Immaturity," Marc corrects.

That startles a laugh out of Vale, who can't argue. Marc has always been overly mature for his age, but even now he seems older than he is. Vale knows Marc has been through a lot, though his brain carefully doesn't think about the role he had to play in all of it, and he reckons that makes Marc seem older.

"I was worried--" Marc says, then pauses.

Vale bites his tongue and waits. Marc is clearly trying to find the words.

"You thought it was sexy that I was so young," Marc finally settles on. He says it with careful neutrality, tone light, but it still feels like an accusation.

Vale considers arguing, but he and Marc have been working on honesty. He can't bring himself to lie.

"I did."

Marc hums. Vale waits for him to say more, to explain what he's feeling, but he doesn't. It makes Vale anxious; he feels like he's done something wrong.

"What are you thinking?" he prompts, finally running out of patience.

Marc chews his lip, playing with Vale's fingers.

"I was worried that you would be bothered by how old I've gotten."

Vale laughs, and then corrects himself when he sees the flash of hurt across Marc's face. He sees Marc's defenses go up, and he soothes him with a kiss to the spot on his face where his eyebrows have now knit together.

"No, no. I laughed because you are not old."

Marc is still frowning. Vale sees Marc's youth in the way he pouts, in the way his jaw flexes as he chews the inside of his lip.

"You are older," Vale says. "But that's life. We grow and get older. I will love you when you're old."

"When I'm old you'll be ancient," Marc bitches, still frowning.

Vale laughs again.

"Yes. And?"

Marc glares at him. Vale is clearly not making him feel better.

"Okay, fine. I thought it was very sexy when you were so young and I was getting old. It was sexy to see how you looked at me so innocently. Now you are not young or innocent, but you're still sexy. You are unbelievable. Everything about you makes me want to keep you in my bed forever."

He presses a kiss to the corner of Marc's lips.

"Plus, I am in love with you."

Vale hopes Marc understands what he's trying to convey. The first time they tried this, Vale wasn't ready to be in love with Marc. He wasn't ready to admit that Marc loved him. This time he's made peace with it. This time he wants to be with Marc for the rest of his life, regardless of how old they are.

Marc seems to understand him. He kisses Vale sweetly, then pulls back to stare into his eyes. He must be satisfied with what he sees, because he finally smiles again.

Vale leans down to kiss Marc again.

"Okay?" he asks, just to be sure.

"Yes," Marc says, sounding relaxed. "I love you too."

#what even is this lmao #i saw some pictures of young marc #and this spawned #rosquez #marc marquez #valentino rossi #mm93 #vr46

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dianawinchester03 · 26 days ago

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Season 3, Episode 11 - Mystery Spot (Part Two)

Series Masterlist

Author’s Note: This is Part Two, you need to read Part One in order to understand.

‘Heat of the moment’

Y/N’s eyes snapped open on her bed along with Sam’s on his, the two rose like zombies with wide eyes up at the sound of the music as Y/N clutched the thin motel room blanket to her naked form, Dean residing on their bed next to her, tying his shoelaces as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, probably still pussy-drunk.

‘Telling you what your heart is’

‘The heat of the moment’

“Rise and Shine, Sammy!” He greeted before turning around to press a kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead, Y/N was as stiff as a board, “Mornin’ sweetheart” He cooed. Their eyes were wide with horror, Y/N was still stiff as she and Sam’s tired and stress filled eyes connected, they shared a look before slowly lowering their backs to the back, both filled with despair as they tried to breath, staring at the ceiling.

‘Showed in your eyes’

‘It was the heat of the moment’

Now at the diner, Y/N sat across from Dean this time, next to Sam as they stared at him with nothing but pain in their eyes. They just explained the situation to him again, “I still think y’all are nuts, but ... whatever this is, we'll figure it out.” He assured them, reaching across to place a comforting hand on Y/N’s. The same hand that was severed the day before.

The psychic flinched slightly, almost pulling away her hand from his but she couldn’t bring herself to. The elder Winchester gave her a reassuring squeeze, "It's gonna be alright, sweetheart." He whispered to her softly, Sam's head dropping to rub his temples. Y/N wanted to believe Dean, of course she did, but she couldn't shake the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach that things would go wrong again.

“Thanks” She responded hoarsely. “So, uh ... If y’all are stuck in "Groundhog Day", why? What's behind it?” Dean asked wearily as he retracted his hand from his girlfriend. Y/N’s hand reached up to clutch her locket, “Well, first we thought it was the Mystery Spot. Now…” Sam began, glancing over to Y/N. “We’re not so sure.” She finished with a tired sigh, her heart aching in her chest.

“What do we do?” Dean asked, tilting his head. “Well, we keep you breathing. Try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that's the only thing we can think of.” Sam responded tiredly, “Shouldn't be too hard.” Dean shrugged, “Yeah, right. Dean, we’ve watched you die a few times now and we can't ever seem to stop it.” Y/N scoffed, running her tongue between her chapped lips.

“Well, nothing's set in stone. You guys say I order the same thing every day, right?” Dean smirked. The duo nodded, “Yeah. Pig in a poke, side of bacon.” Sam answered. Dean turned to Doris, who was standing by the window to the kitchen, talking with the cook. “'Scuse me, sweetheart?” He called out to her, the elder woman turning at the sound of his voice.

“Can I get sausage instead of bacon?” He smiled charmingly, which caused Y/N to raise a brow at him. “Sure thing, hon.” Doris responded before turning back to the cook. Dean turned back to Sam and Y/N with a reassuring look, “See? Different day already.” Sam and Y/N couldn't help but crack a small smile as Dean leaned over to say, “You see, if we all decide that I am not gonna die….I’m not gonna die.”

Doris then brought over Dean’s food, flashing him a sweet smile, “Thank you” Dean thanked her gratefully as she placed down the utensils and walked off. He stabbed one of the sausage links with his fork, reaching over to offer Y/N some since she didn’t order any breakfast.

Y/N glanced from Dean's hopeful expression to the offered sausage link before shaking her head politely. "I'm not that hungry sweetie, thank you though." She replied softly, her hand coming up back to play with her necklace. Dean shrugged before bringing the sausage to his mouth and Sam grinned, chuckling at the way his brother chewed exaggeratedly.

Suddenly, Dean’s chewing halted when the sausage went down the wrong pipe. Dean’s gagging alarmed the duo, their faces falling as Dean clutched his throat, his eyes crossing, “Dean? Dean?!”

‘Heat of the moment’

Y/N’s eyes snapped open on her bed along with Sam’s on his, the two rose like zombies with wide eyes up at the sound of the music as Y/N clutched the thin motel room blanket to her naked form.

“You mean we can’t even go out for breakfast?!” Dean shouted from the bathroom, poking out his shampoo lathered head from the shower as Y/N sat on the toilet seat, smoking a cigarette. “You’ll thank us when it’s Wednesday!” Sam shouted back from outside, “Whatever that means.” Dean huffed as he glanced down at Y/N with a suggestive grin.

Y/N glanced at him, narrowing her (e/c) eyes at the elder Winchester as she inhaled a lungful of smoke. With an arched brow, she exhaled the smoke through her nose with a sigh, "Nuh-uh, mister. Don’t gimme that look, finish your shower." She demanded sternly as she crossed her legs, placing the cigarette between her lips again.

“Oh, come on, babe. What's wrong with a little morning fun? You’ll be my breakfast” Dean teased huskily, his wet body leaned against the shower wall as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Y/N rolled her eyes, her head shaking slightly, "It's not happening, Dean. You could get hurt." She protested, inhaling from the almost finished cigarette.

Dean chuckled as he closed the curtain again and rinsed the shampoo soap suds from his head, "You weren’t sayin’ that last night was I was—"

“Shut up and shower!" She snapped, her face flushed as she dropped the cigarette between her legs and into the toilet bowl. She heard Dean cackled loudly before he yelped, “AHHH!” slipping and crashing into the floor with a thud. Y/N buried head into her hands tiredly while Sam was outside by the window, flinching at the sound with wide eyes.

‘Heat of the moment’

‘Telling you what your heart is’

‘The heat of the moment’

“Rise and Shine, Sammy!” He greeted before turning around to press a kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead, Y/N was as stiff as a board, “Mornin’ sweetheart” He cooed.

‘Showed in your eyes’

‘It was the heat of the—‘

The music was cut short when Y/N extended her hand outwards, her veins shining blue and her eyes flashing white as she sent the radio flying into the wall. The radio cracked into pieces with a loud crash as Sam stared blankly at it. Dean's head snapped over to Y/N with an arched brow, "Jeez, is it shark week already?" He asked, perplexed. Y/N exhaled heavily, tossing herself back into the bed with a loud groan.

The trio was sitting at the small desk in the motel room, Y/N next to her boyfriend as he bit into his taco, crunching loudly. “Do these tacos taste funny to y’all?” He asked them with a stuffed mouth and furrowed brows. Sam and Y/N shared a tired look, closing their eyes, awaiting to hear—

‘Heat of the moment’

Y/N’s eyes snapped open on her bed along with Sam’s on his, the two rose like zombies with wide eyes up at the sound of the music as Y/N clutched the thin motel room blanket to her naked form.

Dean stood in the bathroom, plugging in an electric razor when suddenly it electrocuted him, his body seizing in place.

‘Heat of the moment’

Y/N’s eyes snapped open on her bed along with Sam’s on his, the two rose like zombies with wide eyes up at the sound of the music as Y/N clutched the thin motel room blanket to her naked form.

“Nothin’ better than a cup of joe and a cigarette in the morning” Dean sighed contently as he leaned back into the motel room chair, a mug of coffee in one hand and a cigarette tucked between his fingers in the other. Sam and Y/N were packing their bags in a hurry when suddenly Dean started to choke, having accidentally inhaled the cigarette. The cancer stick now stuck in his esophagus.

‘Heat of the moment’

Y/N’s eyes snapped open on her bed along with Sam’s on his, the two rose like zombies with wide eyes up at the sound of the music as Y/N clutched the thin motel room blanket to her naked form.

Now night time, back at the Mystery Spot, tired, frustrated and all around losing their minds, Sam and Y/N wielded their axes, driving it into the walls of the building while Dean grinned up at the owner they had duct taped to the chair. “Everybody's fine, nobody's gonna get hurt, okay? Sammy? Y/N/N?” He told the man assuringly.

The duo stopped, turning to Dean as their nostrils flared, breathing heavily from all the heavy lifting and pounding, “Maybe you guys should drop the axes and let this guy go, what do y’all say?” Dean suggested to them, “Something's gotta be going on here. We intend to find out what!” Sam insisted before going back to pounding away.

“Have at it, I’m taking a rest.” Y/N nearly wheezed as she dropped the axe, the iron clattering to the ground as she clutched her knees, bending over. Sam grunted and pounded away a little harder, Y/N glanced up, seeing the owner struggling, she straightened her back, catching her breath.

“Sheesh, I gotta lay off the cigarettes” She wheezed, holding her chest as the owner glanced at Y/N, giving pleading eyes as if she'd have mercy on him, she just stared at him with tired eyes, her breathing returning to normal. Dean snorted in amusement, “Place is tore up pretty good, dude. Do like Y/N. Time to give it a rest.” Dean suggested as he pushed himself up to his feet.

“NO! I'm gonna take it down to studs.” Sam barked, before swinging again. Dean chuckled over to the petrified owner as he walked over to his brother, “Sammy, that's enough. Give me the axe.” He demanded calmly. “Leave it, Dean” Sam snapped back as Dean tried to take the axe away from him. “Give it!” Dean pulled the axe back again but Sam clutched on.

Y/N’s eyes went wide when she realized the blade of the axe was aimed towards Dean’s chest, “Uh— fellas, maybe you should—” She tried to warn them, only to be ignored. “No you give it! Sam shouted back. “Let it go!” Dean grunted more forcefully now.

“No!”

“Let it go, come on!”

“FELLAS!” Y/N rushed over to stop them but it was too late.

“Dean, leave it, please—” Dean’s body fell flat to the floor, the blade of the axe buried in his chest, his body falling to the floor with a thud. His blood splattered across the owner's face as he screamed through his muffles. “DEAN?!”

‘Heat of the moment’

Y/N’s eyes snapped open on her bed along with Sam’s on his, the two shooting up at the sound of the music as Y/N clutched the thin motel room blanket to her naked form.

The diner door chimed as Dean opened it, allowing Y/N in and then Sam. The two had dead looks on their faces as they walked in. Upon entrance, a cashier giving an older man his change said, “Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett.” in a polite tone. To which, “Yeah, yeah.” Mr. Pickett grumbled, waving him off dismissively.

Sam purposely bumped into the man, pickpocketing his car keys and stuffing in to his pocket with a blank face as, “Order up!” A cook said in the back as they found a table. “Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules.” A waitress said warningly to a disheveled looking young man, who passed her some change in quarters.

Sam plopped into one side of their booth, sliding in before allowing Y/N to plop next to him as Dean slid in across them. Dean sighed contently as he squinted his eyes at a poster on the wall, “Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke.” He pointed out with a cheerful smile to the duo. Sam wordlessly slapped down Mr. Pickett’s keys on the table.

“What are those?” Dean asked his brother, confused. “The old man’s” Sam answered dryly as Dean blinked at him in shock. “Trust me, you don't want him behind the wheel.” Y/N scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. The waitress then approached them with a notepad in her hand, “You boys and girl ready?” She asked politely.

“Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee.” Dean ordered before turning to Y/N, he didn’t get a chance to order for her since, “Hey, Doris? What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot.” The psychic said dryly with a twinger of attitude, her tone condescending. Doris squinted at her, confused, “How do you know that?”

“Lucky guess.” Y/N offered her a fake smile, her face dropping and eyes rolling as the woman walked away. Dean was officially weirded out, his eyes shifting between his brother and girlfriend, “Okay, so you guys think you're caught in some kind of what, again?” Dean asked, wearily. “Time loop” The duo answered tiredly. “Like Groundhog Day?”

“It doesn’t matter. There’s no way to stop it.” Y/N answered a bit snippily, “Jeez, aren’t you two grumpy. Is it—” Dean smirked, only to be interrupted. “No, it’s not shark week, Dean. You know damn well it’s not SHARK WEEK!” She snapped, banging her fist down on the table, causing Dean to flinch slightly in surprise. “Of course we’re grumpy, Dean. And you wanna know why?” Sam chimed in.

“Why?” Dean asked wearily with a raised brow. “Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row we’ve been through and it never stops. Ever. So yeah, we’re a little grumpy.” Sam explained in an exasperated tone, his eyes narrowed at his brother. Their faces clear with anger, “Hot sauce.” Y/N suddenly said, “What?” Dean asked, confused.

Doris appeared in front of them, carrying a tray. She placed their drinks down on the table one by one, “One coffee, black and some hot sauce for the—” Her words died in her throat, a gasp leaving her lips when the bottle of hot sauce wobbled out of balance on the tray.

Y/N was quick to extend her hand out, her veins shining blue and her eyes flashing white. She stopped the bottle midair, her eyes still piercing into Dean’s as she slid her hand slightly, slapping the sauce onto the table. Doris stood dumbfounded, watching as Y/N’s eyes reverted back to his usual color. “Don’t worry, sweetie. You’re not gonna remember that tomorrow.” She fake-smiled up at the shaken woman.

“O-okay? Thanks?” She stammered as she walked away in stammered steps. Y/N’s face fell, “Nice reflexes.” Dean commented, “She knew it was going to happen, Dean. We know everything that's gonna happen.” Sam replied sharply, “You don't know everything.” Dean scoffed, “Yeah, we do.” Y/N narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend, challenging him.

“Yeah, right. Nice guess.” Sam, Dean and Y/N said in unison, causing the elder Winchester’s face to fall. “It wasn't a guess.” Sam and Y/N said simultaneously,

“Right, you're mind readers. Cut it out, guys. Guys. Okay, y’all are getting creepy.” Sam, Dean and Y/N said. Dean glared at them before the brothers leaned over the table simultaneously.

“You think you're being funny but you're being really really childish! Sam Winchester wears makeup. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up he— Okay, enough!” Dean threw up his hands

This time, he turned to Y/N. She smirked as they now leaned over the table simultaneously. “Y/N L/N‘s a lousy kisser. Y/N L/N has a ‘daddy’ kink. Y/N L/N likes it when I stick my tongue up her— OKAY OKAY STOP!” He threw his hands up once more, leaning into his seat as he stared at the two with horror.

“That's not all.” Sam stated stiffly, turning to the cashier who was leaning over the counter, writing on a notepad. He jerked his head in his direction as he said, “Randy the cashier? He's skimming from the register.” He pointed out, glancing back to Dean, “Judge Myers? At night he puts on a furry bunny outfit.” Y/N added with a little amused snort.

Judge Myers, who was seated behind them, sipping his strawberry milkshake. Overheard, accidentally dropping his glass before, spilling the contents on the table. “Over there, that's Cal.” Sam jerked his head in the direction of the shaggy looking man who was ordering coffee earlier. “He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home.”

“What’s your point, Wonder Twins?” Dean asked with wide eyes, genuinely freaked out by them. “Our point is we’ve lived through every possible Tuesday. We’ve watched you die every possible way. We have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything we know to save your life, and we can't.” Sam stated through gritted teeth as Y/N clutched her fist around the salt shaker on the table.

“No matter what we do, you die. And then we wake up, I’m naked. And then it's Tuesday again.” Y/N finished, slamming the salt shaker down.

After breakfast, the trio walked down the street on the pavement, Sam and Y/N’s faces were hard as they stuffed their hands into their pockets. “Dog.” Y/N said, on cue the golden retriever started barking, tied to a bike rack from the past hundred days. “There's gotta be some way out of this.” Dean insisted, eyeing the two. “Where’s my dang keys?” Sam mimicked Mr. Pickett’s words.

Dean was confused, only to hear as they were passing him, “Where's my dang keys?” Mr. Pickett mumbled as he searched his pockets for the keys Sam had lifted, “‘Scuse me” Y/N mimicked, just as The young blonde woman from the past hundred days, carrying a stack of flyers clutched to her chest, walking near them, accidentally collided shoulders with Dean before carrying along her way.

Dean stopped, “Hey” putting his hands out to stop the two in their tracks also. “All the times we've walked down this street, I ever do this?” He asked, turning on his heels before rushing over to the blonde girl. “Excuse me, miss!” He called out to her as Sam squinted his eyes and Y/N tilted her head at Dean, “No…” They hummed in unison. Y/N’s eyes snapped over to Sam, “Okay, he’s right, that is getting creepy” She murmured as Sam rolled his eyes with a scoff.

After their short conversation, the young woman gave Dean one of the papers, he thanked her before strolling back over to the ‘Wonder Twins’ with the flyer on hand, “A hundred Tuesdays and you two never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?” Dean asked them, only to receive a shrug in response. “Ain’t this the guy who went missing?” Dean said as he held up the flyer.

They stared at the name "DEXTER HASSELBACK" under the picture from the newspaper clipping, “Yeah.” Sam nodded as Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “That's his daughter back there.” Dean informed them, their eyes widened. Gaping slightly before Y/N snatched the paper from her boyfriend.

She and Sam rushed after the young woman, “Ma'am? Ah, Miss?” Sam called out to her. “Yes?” The woman turned around, smiling politely at them, her eyes dull as she clutched the flyers to her chest. “May we have a word with you, hun? It won’t be long” Y/N replied sweetly as she and Sam stopped in front of her.

Meanwhile, Dean stayed back near the golden retriever tied to the bike rack. Suddenly, the supposedly loving dog began growling ferociously at the elder Winchester, eyeing him like prey. Dean glanced down at the dog with a sweet smile, Hey buddy! Somebody need a friend?” He walked over to the animal, reaching down to pet him, “Good boy— aaah!”

‘Heat of the moment’

Y/N’s eyes snapped open on her bed along with Sam’s on his, the two shooting up at the sound of the music as Y/N clutched the thin motel room blanket to her naked form.

Now in the diner, Dean is shoveling food into his mouth while Sam is across from him and Y/N on his laptop, “So the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that's not all he is.” Sam said as he scrolled through the article, “What is he?” Dean asked with a mouth full of food, sauce leaking down down his lips.

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes at her man child of a boyfriend as she used her thumb to wipe away the smeared ketchup on the corner of his mouth before sucking it off her thumb. Dean glanced at his girlfriend, giving her a wink before turning to his brother, swallowing his food once he was done chewing it and washed it down with a mouthful of hot coffee.

Sam shifted his eyes from his laptop once again, “I talked to his daughter. Guy's quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog.” Y/N told him, “He writes about tourist attractions. Mystery spots, UFO crash sites—he gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he's already put four of these places out of business. Here.” Sam added before turning his laptop to face Dean and Y/N.

Onscreen was the biography of the author of the blog ‘The Hasselback Report’ with a picture of Hasselback and a headline that Dean read aloud. “Dexter Hasselback, truth warrior? More like a pompous schmuck, you ask me.” He scoffed, his brows scrunched together. Y/N chuckled in agreement, “Yeah, tell me about it.”

“I mean, I've read everything the guy's ever written and he must have weighed a ton, he was so full of himself. ” Sam agreed also, causing Y/N to cackle at his statement. “Burn!” She laughed, raising her hand up for him to high-five. Sam, with a grin, high-fived her in triumph. Dean narrowed his eyes at the duo, “When'd you two have time to do all this research?” He asked.

Sam and Y/N sighed. “Come on.” Sam prompted them to leave, closing his laptop as Dean placed a twenty down on the counter, chuckling to himself. “What?” Y/N asked with a raised brow as she slid out the booth beside him. “I just— it's just funny, you know, I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on Mystery Spots and then he vanishes into one.”

Y/N tucked her lips into her mouth to stop herself from laughing, “I get it, It's kinda poetic, you know, just desserts.” She chuckled, nodding in agreement. Her smile fell, noticing a plate with a piece of pancake and strawberry syrup residue. Sam nodded, “You’re right, that is just desserts.” Hitching his laptop bag up on his shoulder.

He went to follow behind Dean but Y/N gripped his hand, pointing to the plate. It was now Sam’s smile turn to fall, his eyes glancing back over to the mug of strawberry syrup. This wasn’t right. Dean stopped when he noticed the two not following behind him, “What's wrong, guys?” He asked the concerned as he walked back to them.

The duo turned, watching the guy as he walked past the diner windows outside. “Guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he's having strawberry?” Sam murmured suspiciously, “It's a free country. Man can't choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?” Dean joked, “Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever….. Except us….” Y/N shook her head as she spoke stiffly, glancing back over to Sam who held the same expression.

‘Heat of the moment’

Y/N’s eyes snapped open on her bed along with Sam’s on his, the two rose like zombies with cold eyes up at the sound of the music as Y/N clutched the thin motel room blanket to her naked form, Dean residing on their bed next to her, tying his shoelaces as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, probably still pussy-drunk.

‘Telling you what your heart is’

‘The heat of the moment’

“Rise and Shine, Sammy!” He greeted before turning around to press a kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead, Y/N was as stiff as a board, “Mornin’ sweetheart” He cooed. Sam and Y/N’s eyes connected, the two communicated with their eyes, sharing a firm nod before slowly lowering their backs to the back, both filled with pure anger.

‘Showed in your eyes’

‘It was the heat of the moment’

Now in the diner, Sam and Y/N were seconds away from exploding as they glared at the man’s back. He was eating his pancakes with maple syrup, like the last hundred Tuesdays. Minus his fluke yesterday with the strawberry syrup.

They kept their eyes locked on the man’s back as Dean ate, “So you guys think you're caught in some kind of what, again?” The elder Winchester asked with furrowed brows. Y/N’s eyes snapped over to him as Sam kept his eye on the man. “Eat your breakfast.” She stated gruffly, turning back to the man. Dean blinked, choosing not to question her for his own safety and resuming his eating.

The man got up from his seat at the counter, leaving the plate and some money. Sam and Y/N watched him from the corner of their eyes, as Sam took out the brown paper bag with the wooden stakes he had hidden in his jacket. They got up wordlessly and followed behind the man, leaving Dean at the table, “What’s in the bag?” Dean called out to them.

He was confused at their urgency, fishing out his wallet to slap a twenty onto the table before following behind them out of the diner.

The man walked down the street casually, cleaning his teeth with a toothpick. Y/N appeared, snatching the man by his collar and slamming him into a fence as Sam emerged from behind her, pressing the tip of one of the stakes at the base of his throat. The psychic saw that little white glow at the base of his throat before it disappeared. This only confirmed her suspicion.

“Hey!” The man yelped in surprise, dropping his toothpick on to the ground, his eyes widening at the sight of the two strangers. His gaze flicked over to Y/N’s cold, murderous stare, then to Sam as he pressed the stake harder into his neck. “I know who you are. Or should I say, what.” Sam sneered at him.

Dean watched the two with wide eyes, “Oh, God. Please don’t kill me” The man pleaded, his voice shaking. “Uh…Sam? Y/N?” Dean tried to chime in, getting a bit nervous. “It took us a long time, but we got it.” Y/N’s lips curled into a snarl as she tightened her grip on the man.

Her veins lit up blue and her eyes shining over white once more as she lifted him slightly off his feet, his back hitching up the fence. “You had me going there for a sec, not gonna lie.” She spat venomously as the man breathed heavily in pain as his back hit hard against the fence again and again with such force. He was trying to sell the terrified act as he began shaking, “What?”

“It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts—your kind loves that, don't they?” Sam barked, as Dean’s eyes shifted between them and the man. “Yeah, sure, okay.” The man’s voice cracked as his feet dangled from the ground, glancing down nervously at the stake. “Just put the stake down” He pleaded.

“Guys, maybe you should—” Dean was cut off by Y/N shouting at him because they didn’t buy what this guy was selling, “No! There's only one creature powerful enough to do what you're doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops— in fact you'd pretty much have to be a god. You'd have to be a Trickster.” She whispered the last part menacingly, kneeing him in his midsection.

The man grunted when Y/N’s knee connected with his stomach, his face contorting up in pain, “Mister, Miss. my name is Ed Coleman, my wife's name is Amelia, I got two kids, for crying out loud I sell ad space—”

“Don't lie to us! We know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!” Sam bellowed, pressing the stake further into his throat. Suddenly, the man morphed into the ‘Trickster’ they tangled with nearly a year ago. The trios eyes went wide. “Actually, buckos, you didn't.” He smirked.

Y/N slammed the Trickster hard against the fence before rearing her head back and head butting him in the nose. He grunted heavily, “You can keep doing that, sister, it’s only turning me on— GAH!” The Trickster's smirk disappeared, his head snapping to the side when Dean reached over and clicked him straight across the face, some blood dripping down his chin from his nose.

“Don't get funny ideas, buddy” Dean warned through clenched teeth. The Trickster glared at the elder Winchester, his nose trickling blood, his eyes flickering over to Sam who still held the stake at his neck. “Why're you doing this?” Sam demanded gruffly, his nostrils flaring with anger. “You're joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?” The Trickster stated as if it was obvious.

“And Hasselback, what about him?” Dean demanded, “That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one.” The Trickster mused before cackling maniacally. “Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town.” The Trickster stated cockily, smiling wickedly. “So this is fun for you? Killing my man over and over again?” Y/N snarled, her blue veins pulsing.

“One, yes. It is fun.” This made Dean blink, slightly offended. “ And two? This is soooo not about killing Dean. This joke is on you two. Watching Dean die, every day? Forever?” The Trickster said menacingly. Sam and Y/N clenched their jaws, swallowing the lumps in the throats as they quite literally shook. “You son of a bitch.” Sam growled as he tightened his grip on the stake.

“How long will it take you guys to realize? You can't save Dean…..No matter what.” Dean swallowed harshly at the Trickster’s words, tearing his eyes away from him. “Oh, yeah? Sam kills you and this all ends now.” Y/N gritted her teeth as Sam pressed the stake deeper into his neck but not hard enough to draw blood.

“Oh-oh, hey, whoa! Okay. Look. I was just playing around. You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, gou two’ll wake up and it'll be Wednesday. I swear.” The Trickster bargained. “You’re lying” Y/N scoffed, her white eyes piercing into his, searching for any form on a bluff. “If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner.”

Sam and Y/N shared a look before glancing over to Dean, who didn’t buy it for a second. “Nah, easier to just kill you.” Sam smirked, “Sorry, kiddos. Can't have that.” With that, the Trickster snapped his fingers.

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‘But you better promise me I'll be back in time’

Y/N’s eyes snapped open on her bed along with Sam’s on his, the two shooting up at the sound of something other than that god awful song as Y/N clutched the thin motel room blanket to what she expected to be her naked form. But instead, she was fully clothed. They expected to see Dean on his and Y/N’s bed, their wide eyes scanning the room.

‘Gotta get back in time’

Instead, the pipe to the bathroom sink shut off, Dean with his toothbrush in his hand as his eyes met with his brother’s. “What, y’all gon sleep all day?” Dean called out, “No Asia” Sam nearly gaped, “Yeah, I know, this station sucks” Dean scoffed as Y/N’s eyes flickered over to the clock radio, “Sammy, it’s Wednesday!!” Y/N gasped, causing Sam to let out his own gasp as he shot up from the bed to get a proper look at the clock.

‘On a roll of the dice’

Dean eyed the two weirdly as his brother looked like he was ready to kiss that clock radio. “Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off, would you? Unless you wanna make out with it” Dean snorted as he spat in the sink. “What, are you kidding me? This isn't the most beautiful song you've ever heard?!” Sam grinned as Y/N pushed herself from her bed.

“No. Jeez, how many Tuesdays did you two have?” Dean’s eyes were wide as he spoke. “I don’t know, I lost count” Y/N said as she snatched up her jacket from her bag, tossing Sam his from the chair. “Hey, wait. What do you remember?” Sam asked as he caught the shirt with one hand, shoving his arms through the holes.

“I remember you guys were pretty whacked out of it yesterday, and then I remember running into the trickster. But no, that’s about it” Dean told them as they listened intently, nodding. “All right, babe. I’m gonna pack our stuff. Sam, get your shit together and let's get the fuck out of town. Now.” Y/N said firmly to the boys.

Sam didn’t need to be told twice, without hesitation, he quickly began to stuff his things back in his bag as if someone lit a fire under their asses. Dean blinked, slightly surprised at the two’s sudden rush, “No breakfast?”

“No breakfast.” Y/N said firmly once more, her heart swelling at the way Dean got all pouty. She walked over to the bathroom door, where he stood, before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips when Sam wasn’t looking. Dean’s frown turned upside as his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush into him.

His left hand rested above her ass as his right hand came up to cup her cheek. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sudden move, deepening the kiss. The kiss was sweet, yet hot as honey. Dean was in complete bliss with Y/N in his arm and her lips on his. “Guys, not the time!” Sam chastised the two.

Dean was now out in the parking lot, pulling a shotgun out of the secret compartment before he placed it in a duffel bag. He slammed the compartment shut and then placed the bag in the trunk before locking that also. He felt a presence behind him, “You sure we should just let the Trickster go?” He asked, assuming it was Sam or Y/N.

He spun around to see it was neither, his eyes going straight to the handgun being pointed at him by none other than Cal from the diner. “Gimme your wallet.” The disheveled man demanded, not sounding quite confident as his hand shook. “Whoa whoa whoa, buddy, just relax.” Dean tried to ease the situation, placing his hands up.

“I am relaxed!” Cal shouted stiffly, his tone still not convincing. “Okay, all right, nobody wants this to end the wrong way, let's talk about it a sec.” Dean said calmly, nodding understandably.

Meanwhile, Sam and Y/N were still in the motel room, getting together the last of their stuff when they heard a shot ring out from the parking lot. Their heads snapped in the direction of the door, “DEAN!” “CHARMING!” left their lips in a tone of horror as Y/N yanked her gun out of the back of her pants.

Just as they were rushing down the stairs, their eyes landed on Dean seizing on the ground as blood spewed out of the gunshot wound in the middle of his chest. Their blood ran cold as Y/N saw Cal from the diner running away from the scene with Dean’s wallet in his hand.

She pointed her gun at him, firing two shots, missing narrowly. “No, no, no, no” Sam pleaded as he rushed over to his brother's side, Y/N came running to Dean’s other side, “Not again, please not again,” She cried. “Hey, hey. Come on, not today. Not today.” Sam cried as he and Y/N cradled Dean’s limp body.

“Please, baby, this isn’t supposed to happen today. Please.” Y/N pleaded as she shook him. Sam and Y/N breathed heavily as they closed their eyes, praying to wake up to that god awful song. Their eyes snapped open when nothing happened, seeing Dean still dead.

“We’re supposed to wake up, why aren’t we waking up Sammy? We’re supposed to wake up” Y/N cried, her voice going hoarse. Sam was panicking just as much as Y/N was, tears falling from his eyes as he glanced around frantically to see if anything changed, to wake up as it's usually been these past hundred Tuesdays.

But it wasn’t Tuesday. It was Wednesday.

Sam’s face was white as a sheet as he shook his head, his heart feeling as though it was going to burst from his chest any second. He tried to speak but the words were lodged in his throat. They began sobbing freely, their faces stuffed into either side of Dean’s shoulders, still cradling his limp body.

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Somewhere In The US

•Six Months Later

The Impala sped down the desolate dark road with Sam Winchester behind the wheel, a sunken and dark expression coated his face while Y/N rode beside him on her Harley.

‘It’s Sam, leave me a message’

‘It’s Y/N, don’t fucking call me’

Their phones went to voicemail as Bobby spoke through the receiver end,

‘Sam? It's Bobby. Heard about that demon thing you and Y/N took care of in Death Valley. Nice job. Been about three months we talked, though. Be nice to hear your voice. Give a call. I'm here.’

Next was Jo’s voicemail,

‘Y/N/N, hey. It’s me, Jo. Look….I know these past few months have been hard, but the least you can do is call me and tell me you and Sam are okay. I haven’t heard from Sam in weeks and I’m worried.’

The two had been ignoring their family and friends for the past months. Just the two of them on the road trying to hunt anything that would cross their paths. The only person they would communicate with was each other, only when necessary.

It wasn’t that Sam didn’t love Jo, he fucking craved her. Needed her everyday, but the grief of losing Dean, it consumed him. He spoke to her, saw her a few times, not completely shutting out his angel but he kept her at arm's length, not wanting her a part of their score to settle, especially since it was sending them down a path of destruction.

The same could be said for Y/N. Ever since Dean died, she withdrew from all contact. Not wanting to be around other people other than Sam who was going through the same pain as her.

She found herself looking at her and Dean’s first polaroids together, she couldn’t even watch their sex tape without breaking down. Much less videos taken on her ancient camcorder of them just goofing off (mainly Dean) while Sam chastised them in the background for behaving unmannerly.

It felt like a different life, a life without Dean was truly not worth living. The only thing that kept her going was the possibility of finding that fuckin Trickster and wrangling him into bringing back Dean.

Havenwood, Georgia

Sam was now in the driveway of Y/N’s safehouse, the cold night air fanning across his face as he opened the trunk to the Impala. Y/N was parked next to him, peeling off her helmet before mounting her bike. The two were tired, the bags under their eyes as bad as ever.

Neither had any sleep nor any proper food, only stopping for beer and gas. Sam took out two shotguns, tossing one to Y/N. The psychic caught it with ease before Sam slammed the trunk close.

Y/N limped into the house, having been shot in the thigh as Sam clutched his right rib cage, having been shot right before his pec. Sam gritted his teeth as he peeled off his overshirt; his T-shirt blood-soaked. Sam began cutting up through the bloodstain to reveal a bleeding wound.

Neither said anything to one another as they tossed their jackets onto the couch and took turns to sit on it as they patched each other’s wounds up. Their movements were slow and silent as they worked. Their expressions remained blank and emotionless as ever, even when they doused their wounds with peroxide.

Even when they dug around their wounds to pull out the bullets. Even when they stitched up the lacerations with needle and thread.

Sam sat across from Y/N at the kitchen table, texting Jo. ‘On the road with Y/N/N, call you when I can. I miss you and I love you, angel’ before turning his phone off and resting it to the side.

Just as Y/N shoveled a piece of the bland chicken into her mouth, she heard the landline finally stop ringing along with a beep.

‘Kids? Bobby again. Look, I'm worried about you two.’ Bobby’s genuinely concerned tone rang through the empty house.

Y/N dropped her fork into the half-eaten plate of food before resting her elbows onto the table, bringing her head into her hands, shutting her tired, lifeless eyes. Even Sam let out a deep sigh as he listened to the voicemail, his thumbs beginning to tap on the table at a fast pace.

‘Just tell me you guys are not sitting alone somewhere obsessing over this damn Trickster. Call me, please. We can find it together. No one should take something like this on alone. Y’all hear me? Jo’s goin’ crazy over here, call the poor girl. She loves you, Sam. And she loves you too, Y/N. Don’t shut her out. By the way, that vampire nest in Austin, hell of a job.’

Y/N could feel her heartstrings snapping as she listen to Bobby. It physically and emotionally hurt to hear the worry in the man's voice. She leaned back into the chair, crossing her arms over her chest while Sam stared blankly at his empty plate before bringing a hand up to run his palm over his tired face. The guilt weighing on his heart.

Later that night, Sam was cleaning a gun in Y/N’s room while she arranged some notes on the wall. Which was plastered with maps and newspaper clippings and security-camera stills featuring the Trickster, arranged in neat lines with none of them overlapping. It was perfectly articulated by them, making sure the case was perfect.

Y/N’s eye snapped open from her not-so-peaceful sleep. Not having Dean’s touch to help her get a proper slumber had her waking up with more than a hole in her chest. She sat up stiffly, rubbing at the tiredness in her eyes before she began to make her bed with military precision.

Sam had barely slept either in his room. The only 'sleep' he got was just him laying there, tossing and turning. Having to go into an empty bed at night, without Jo in his arms, only made him feel shittier and more lonely than ever. He did exactly as Y/N did, making the bed up with military precision.

Just as they were walking downstairs after brushing their teeth, now headed to probably eat some leftover pizza and day-old coffee, they heard the landline ring. Sam scoffed as Y/N rolled her eyes, ignoring the ringing as they went along with their routine.

Neither of them were too eager to pick up the phone, knowing who was on the other side. But it rang and rang and rang. That was until there was a click along with the answer machine.

‘Guys? It’s Jo, me and Bobby found him’

Now that piqued their interest, their heads snapping in the direction of the landline.

Mystery Spot

Bobby and Jo were kneeling on the floor turning the pages of a book, which was dead center of a chalked diagram with three candles and three bowls of unidentified substances. Sam and Y/N entered the room behind them, their dark, suspicious and narrowed eyes trained on them.

Upon hearing their footsteps, Bobby and Jo perked up. Sad smiles spreading across their faces, “It’s good to see you, kids” Bobby’s voice was filled with emotion as he walked over and hugged Sam while Jo wrapped her arms around Y/N.

Sam didn’t return the hug to Bobby and neither did Y/N return the hug to Jo, their bodies remaining stiff. Her eyes stung with tears as she couldn’t bring herself to hug back her best friend. Bobby pulled away from Sam with a deep sigh as Jo glanced over to him nervously.

“You’re not gon even give your girlfriend a kiss?” Jo’s tone was filled with pure hurt and pain. Sam’s cold eyes flickered over to her, his heart clenching at the hurt look on her face. But he didn’t say anything. He couldn’t, knowing if he spoke, his voice would break and he would have to feel the emotions he was pushing down for so many months.

Instead, he took her hand into his, deciding to give her that kiss he longed for. That kiss she longed for, he knew if he kissed her and didn’t feel anything, it would confirm that this wasn’t his Jo and that this was just a set up by the Trickster.

As their lips met, nothing but numbness filled him. Not one emotion in him came alive. He should've missed her lips. He should've missed her taste. He should've missed her sweet scent. But all he felt was numbness.

His heart shattered into a million pieces as he slowly pulled away from her, no love or emotion in his eyes. “I missed you, Sammy” Jo sighed as she pulled away with a sweet smile, turning her back to Sam. The younger Winchester glanced over to Y/N, shaking his head. She nodded, pursing her lips before stiffly asking, “What’re we doing here, Bobby?” as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Bobby glanced over at them, “Well, it's the last place we're sure the Trickster worked his magic.” He responded, “So?” Sam replied dryly with a shrug. “So y’all want this thing? I found a summoning ritual to bring the Trickster here.” Bobby explained as he and Jo walked back to the circle.

Y/N eyed them skeptically, “What do we need?” She asked, cocking a brow as she and Sam padded over slowly to the circle. “Blood.” Jo stated, “How much blood?” Sam asked, “Ritual says two gallons. And it’s gotta be fresh too” Bobby informed them with narrowed eyes.

The duo didn’t bat an eyelid, “Meaning we have to bleed at least two people dry.” Y/N pointed out, placing her hands on her hips as she stopped in her tracks. Jo swallowed as she nodded, “And it's gotta be tonight. Or not for another fifty years.” She said shakily, “Well then…let’s go get some”

With Y/N’s words, Sam went to follow behind her as they attempted to leave. They stopped when they realized neither Bobby or Jo moved from their spots. “You break my heart, kids.” Bobby’s voice dropped as he shook his head with disappointment, “What?” Sam scoffed, tilting his head.

“What the fuck’s gotten into you, Sammy? We’re not gonna let you murder innocent people!” Jo exclaimed. Sam and Y/N just stood there with a blank look on their faces. “Then why’d you call us here?!” Y/N snapped back, clenching her fists so hard she could feel her nails digging away at the insides of her palm.

“Why? Because it was the only way you'd see ya! Because I'm trying to knock some sense into y’all! Because you’re treating Jo like absolute shit when she doesn’t deserve any of that. Because I thought you'd back down from killing innocent people!” Bobby shouted back at the two as he got up in their faces as tears streamed down Jo’s face.

“Well, you thought wrong. Leave the stuff, we’ll do it ourselves.” Sam replied stiffly once more, but Bobby shook his head. “She just told you, we’re not gonna let you two kill anyone” He insisted, “It's none of your fucking business what we do!” Y/N screamed, surprising Bobby and causing Jo to flinch.

“Y’all want Dean back so bad?” Jo snarled at them before leaning down to pick up a knife from a bag on the ground. “…fine.” She clenched her jaw as she held up the knife. Sam and Y/N nervously eyed the knife, “What are you talking about?” Sam asked, “Better us than civilians” Bobby chimed in as Jo walked before over to her boyfriend and extended the knife out to Sam.

Sam blinked, his heart nearly stopping as he looked down at the knife and then at Jo before shaking his head, “No. You're crazy. I'm not killing you.” He denied, stepping back from her, swallowing harshly. “Oh, now I’m the crazy one.” Jo scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

Bobby stepped closer to them as Sam and Jo’s eyes pierced into one another's. Even if this was the Trickster, Sam couldn’t bring himself to kill her, he didn’t want to take the chance. “Look, Sam, I'm old, I'm coming near the end of my trail. But you can keep fighting. Saving folk. But you need your brother. Let me get him back to you.” Bobby pleaded as Jo nodded.

“Let me do this for you. You need your brother in your life, I’ll be okay…I’ll always be with you…in here” Jo smiled sadly as she brought her hand up to point to his heart. Sam gulped, his eyes becoming glossy as he glanced over to Y/N who looked back just as broken as him. He slowly shook his head, swallowing the lump in the back of his throat as he glanced back over to Jo. “Angel—“

“You, Dean, Y/N and Jo….you’re the closest thing I have to a family…let us do this for you…” Bobby begged. Y/N stepped forward, swallowing harshly as she took the knife from Jo. “Okay.” Jo glanced at Y/N, her bottom lip quivering as she nodded, “Good” Jo sighed contently as she and Bobby turned around and got onto their knees.

“Just make it quick, son” Bobby whispered, closing his eyes as Jo sobbed. “So it, y/n/n.” She pleaded, “Yeah, okay, Bobby.” Sam gritted his teeth as he and Y/N pulled out the wooden stakes from their jackets. “But you wanna know why we’re doing it?” Y/N clenched her jaw as she wrapped her arm around Jo’s neck from behind, driving the stake into her back.

Sam did the same to Bobby, stabbing him in the back with the stake, twisting it. “Because you’re not Bobby.” Sam growled, “And you’re not my sister.” Y/N snarled. Jo choked on a scream as the tears continued to stream down her face and blood poured from the corners of her mouth before Y/N tossed her aside.

She gritted her teeth before glancing over to Sam, who did the same to a grunting Bobby. They stared at their corpses, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. Now becoming panicked, “Bobby?! Jo?! Bobby?! Jo?!” Their voices became more frantic, now terrified that they made a mistake.

Suddenly, their corpses vanished. The stakes fell over, then shot over Sam’s shoulder into the hands of none other than the Trickster with a smile on his face. “You're right. I was just fucking with ya.” He smirked as he walked into the room, their breathing quickening and hearts racing. “Pretty good, though, guys. Smart.” The Trickster admitted, impressed.

“Let me tell you, whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one has never seen you guys with sharp objects in your hands. Holy Full Metal Jacket.” He chuckled, waving the stakes at them as their sad, desperate eyes followed him. “Bring him back.” Y/N’s tone was soft and filled with desperation, her eyes pleading.

The Trickster’s face fell with confusion as he tossed the stakes to the ground, “Who, Dean?” Sam and Y/N stared at the God as they were at a loss for words, “Didn't my girl send you flowers? Dean's dead. He ain't coming back. His soul's downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak.”

“Just take us back to that Tuesday—or, Wednesday—when it all started. Please. We won't come after you, we swear.” Sam begged, unshed tears in his eyes. He was damn near on his knees, “You swear?” The Trickster scoffed, “Yes, we swear.” Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. “I dunno…even if I could—“

“You can.” Sam interrupted, “True. But that don't mean I should.” They inhaled deeply at his words, their hearts shattering. “Guys, there's a lesson here that I've been trying to drill into those freakish Cro-Magnon skulls of yours.” The Trickster said exasperatedly. “Lesson? What lesson?” Y/N’s voice cracked as she shook her head, her brows creased in confusion.

“This obsession to save Dean? The way you all keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean's your weakness. Both of your weak spots are Dean Winchester. And the bad guys know it, too. It's gonna be the death of you two. Sometimes you just gotta let people go.” The Trickster snapped, stepping forward to get in their faces as he lectured.

As the God backed away, “He’s my brother.” Sam whispered hoarsely as he shook his head. “Yup. And like it or not, this is what life's gonna be like without him.” The Trickster stated bluntly. That made Y/N break down fully, her nose dripping with snot, her face covered with tears as she wailed, “Please….please….he’s the love of my life” She begged as she shook her head.

His face turned up with surprise as he stared at the weeping girl and boy, blinking for a moment, speechless before he glanced over at Sam, who had a heartbroken look on his face, his own eyes glistening with tears that were now running down his cheeks.

The Trickster scoffed once more, shaking his head in disappointment. “I swear, it's like talking to brick walls.” He groaned exasperatedly, looking back up at Y/N. He had to admit, he actually felt kinda bad seeing her grovel like that. “Okay, look. This all stopped being fun months ago. You two are Travis Bickle in skirts, pals. I'm over it.”

“Meaning what?” Sam asked, hope rising in his chest as the Trickster turned to leave. “Meaning that's for me to know and you to find out.” The God responded simply, pointing to them before snapping his fingers.

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‘But you better promise me I'll be back in time’

Y/N’s eyes snapped open on her bed along with Sam’s on his, the two rose up slowly at the sound of Huey Lewis & The New ‘Back in Time’. Their brows furrowed, hearts heavy as Y/N clutched the thin motel room blanket to what she expected to be her naked form. But instead, she was fully clothed.

‘Gotta get back in time’

It felt like a dream, it felt so surreal when they spotted none other than Dean Winchester with his toothbrush in his hand, his eyes meeting with his brother’s. “What, y’all gon sleep all day?” Dean called out. “I know. No Asia. This station sucks” Dean scoffed as Sam’s eyes flickered over to the clock radio.

“It’s Wednesday” He pointed out in a sullen tone, his eyes glistening with tears. Still in disbelief as he and Y/N stared at Dean longingly.

‘On a roll of the dice’

Dean eyed the two weirdly. “Yeah, which usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off, would you?” Dean went back to brushing his teeth before he spat in the sink. Wordlessly, Sam tossed his covers off as Y/N slowly and carefully pushed herself out of the bed. The younger Winchester marched over to his big brother and pulled him into a tight hug, refusing to let go.

Dean blinked, surprised and taken back but returned the hug with a bored expression. “Dude, how many Tuesdays did you two have?” Dean murmured as Sam finally pulled away, “Enough” Y/N responded gruffly before reaching up to yank Dean down by the back of his neck, smashing her lips onto his in a rough, passionate, needy kiss she had been long for the past six months.

Dean didn't expect to be attacked with a rough, sudden kiss. Especially infront of Sam, but nonetheless, accepted it, kissing back. His hand came up to cradle the back of her head, pulling her closer into his body as his other hand moved down her waist to grip her hip.

He was just as desperate as she was, kissing her even though, to him, he just saw her yesterday. After what felt like blissful forever, they pulled away and Dean’s eyes flickered over to Sam. “What? No ‘eww get a room’ or ‘not the time guys!’ or my personal favorite ‘my eyes!!’” He raised a brow at his little brother, expecting some kind of disgusted remark.

Sam just stared at them with supportive eyes, knowing how much he and Y/N had went through, she needed this. He was desperately trying to keep the tears at bay. His brother was back, he was real, he was alive. So, with a deep shuddering breath, Sam simply replied, “Nah, have at it...” With a dismissive wave.

“Wait…what do you remember?” Y/N asked Dean as she looked up at him, her hands still on his chest, refusing to let him go. “I remember you guys were pretty whacked out of it yesterday, and then I remember catching up with the trickster. That’s about it” Dean told them as they listened intently, nodding

Sam and Y/N glanced over to each other, nodding before looking back at Dean. “Let’s go.” Sam sighed heavily, “No breakfast?” Dean’s face fell as Sam began packing up his stuff, “No breakfast. Let’s go back to my Georgia safehouse, I’ll bake you a pie and whatever you want” Y/N promised with a small smile, this made Dean’s face light up.

That bright, boyish, charming grin of his, the one that made his eyes crinkled and made him look just a bit younger than he was as his heart leapt in his chest.

“All right, I'll pack the car.” Dean prompted to leave but Y/N snagged his wrist. “Wait, you're not going anywhere alone.” Sam insisted as Y/N nodded in agreement. “It's the parking lot, guys.” Dean stated exasperatedly, “Just—just trust us, okay?” Y/N pleaded, swallowing harshly, giving him a tired set of puppy dog eyes.

Sam, now dressed, zipped closed a bag as Y/N slung hers over her shoulder and Dean opened the door. He turned back to the duo, a concerned look on his face. “Hey, you two don't look so good. Something else happen?” He asked them worriedly. They said nothing for a moment, sighing heavily before responding in unison.

“We just had some really weird dreams.” Dean nodded at their response, an amused grin spreading across his face. “Clowns or dolls?” Dean asked with a grin, they glanced over to him, forcing smiles before the elder Winchester walked out the door with glee.

Sam picked up his bag, him and Y/N then follow behind Dean but stopped at the door to look back at the unmade beds. God did they wish this place could just go to hell. Their faces sulken and coated with trauma. Sam flinched lightly when he felt Y/N place her hand in his bicep comfortingly.

“He’s back…he’s okay…” She tried to reassure not only him, but herself. Sam’s eyes flickered over to hers, his free hand reaching up to squeeze her smaller hand in his. “I know…” And all she could do was nod stiffly as she tried to keep the waterworks at bay, her eyes starting to gleam with tears as her bottom lip quivered slightly with the effort.

For the last time, Y/N reached up and flicked the light switch off before Sam shut the door behind them. Choosing to leave the memories of what they experienced there, right there in that room. A can of worms never go be opened again.

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Author’s Note: Sweet baby Jesus, that was ALOT😭😭😭when I tell you I had to take breaks in between writing this chapter because it was so HEARTWRENCHING AHHHHH

I still don’t know why I was so excited for this, goddammit💔Besides, I hope everyone liked it! Even with the morbid ass moments and cute ass moments.

Hope everyone is doing well! Till the next one🥰

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