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*~Period Drama~*

A/N: This was a funny idea I had and Now I'm gonna do another series with my Yuu OC. Note that I write most of the cast in a platonic sense with my OC because that's how their story formed. I'm fully open to doing requests with characters in a romantic sense. Word Count: 4.7K Warnings: Period mentions, allusions to sexual assault (They are assumed, nothing actually happens), She/They OC Pronouns Pairings: Azul/Reader (Poly), Jamil/Reader (Poly) Enjoy! Start (Here), Part 2 (Octavinelle), Part 3 (Heartslabyul), Part 4 (Savanaclaw), Part 4.5 (Diasomnia pt.1), Part 5 (Diasomnia pt2), Part 6 (Pomefiore), Part 7 (Scarabia)

Yuu was forgetting something, she knew she was. But sitting in her pjs on a Saturday morning, an over-filled bowl of sugary cereal in hand, she couldn't be bothered to really care.

It was shaping up to be a good day too. None of the staff needed her help with anything, her friends all had their club meetings, and the kitchen was stocked with easy-to-grab snacks for Grim. the cat monster himself had even started his homework on Friday night with minimal fighting. Literally, nothing could be wrong, but she still felt uneasy. They woke up feeling weary and oddly bloated.

With an inquisitive expression, she taps her spoon against her bowl. They really hoped they weren't going to spend all day in a strange sense of deja vu…

Then she sneezed and everything made sense. Yuu blinks, moving back to pull the seam of their pj pants, looking down as they groan, "Ah, shit…"

Azul loved Saturdays, they were his biggest money-maker days. Students came to the Mostro Lounge either to get a head start on homework, grab a drink after practice or clubs, or merely have a freshly cooked meal. It also was the day he had most of his workforce available so he could spare the time to walk around campus or catch up on his own paperwork.

But, what he's trying to do was gather his courage and think up a plausible enough reason for him to go visit his date-mate. Not that he usually needed one, they were very vocal about how he was always a welcomed presence in their company.

But, Yuu had been…easily irked? Prickly? Upset. Yuu had been upset for most of the week but anyone who questioned their mood was quickly shot down. The prefect would then tensely state they weren’t mad and then questioned why people thought they were mad. Sure they had a very intense resting bitch face but who didn't at Night Raven? (He's fairly certain you needed to either be handsome or have the most terrifying resting bitch face to be admitted to this school).

So he wasn't too pressed about his date-mate's mood until Floyd said something. He had come into the back office pouting of all things, saying 'Shrimpy smelled off'. They had also punched him when the eel merman attempted to pick them up, which wasn't normal.

Jade handled his twin, trying to cull Floyd’s decreasing mood, while Azul opened a few text chats to ask if anyone had caused Yuu reason to want to kill someone. The genuine confusion and concern that answered back only made him more uneasy.

Now, on a sunny Saturday, Azul made the long journey toward Ramshackle. With an obscure board game tucked under his arm and a bag of exclusive gummy candy in hand, he was on a mission to improve his dear pearl’s mood.

Or he was until he was suddenly being dragged down the dirt road in a different direction. He yelped and shouted, trying to angle himself to see what was pulling him through the mud and sticks. The answer was Sam’s shadows, the black willowy wisps quickly yanking him into the shop and setting him on his feet. Azul looks down at his outfit, scowling at seeing the dirt and grass stains. Sevens, did he rip his slacks?

“Lil fish.”

Azul jolts, eyes wide and semi-fearful at Sam’s echoing tone. The man stood behind the counter, a number of medical supplies laying across the surface as his nails gripped at the wood. Sam’s eyes were wide, pupils pinprick as his amethyst orbs almost glowed under all the shadows. Speaking of shadows…Azul looks around the shop, feeling actual fear stir in him. The shadows were everywhere, zipping through the aisles, slithering in and out of the back room, and some were even racing out of the shop, “Uh…Yes, Sam? H-how can I be of assistance?” He didn’t stutter, he refuses to admit he stuttered.

“Do you know what a pad is?”

…

“Like…Like a notepad or-”

“NO!” Sam slams his fist onto the counter, the lights of the near-endless shop flickering wildly at the force of it. He rests his face in his hands, paying no mind to his makeup and hat that fell to the counter. Looking up, his intense stare was replaced with one of desperation, “You’re killing me here, kid. Look, if you know what a damn pad is, just tell me where to get one! I know you and the lil pup talk!”

“I swear, I have no clue what you’re talking about, sir.” Sevens, had Azul ever felt scared of Sam? He didn’t like this, why was his fellow businessman so frazzled? What kind of pad was he talking about? Why couldn’t he find it and assumed Azul would know where and what the damn thing was?

Sam groans, hands running furiously through purple-tinted lock braids. With a snap of his fingers, the wisps all stop. Either quickly entering the shop or bleeding into the shadows to hide once more, “Look just…Go see the prefect. They called me asking for sanitation pads? That’s the business name they told me anyway…That and just…a lot of pain potions.”

Azul clicked out of his confusion, growing nervous at the potions request, “I…wait are they hurt? Shouldn’t they be in the infirmary?”

“I suggested that, but they insisted they didn’t need to go, just the potions. I’m sending them over soon, Crewel is due to deliver my order in an hour or two. I’ll send him over after ya once he gets here.” Sam grumbles under his breath as Azul rushes out of the store. ‘Primadonna dog hates when I call him while he’s brewing…’

Azul pulls his phone from his pocket, sending a text to both Jade and Floyd. Yuu was in pain, they had requested something called a ‘sanitation pad’? Whatever those were. By the name he could only guess they were used for cleaning of some kind. He sent the twins a message to meet him at Ramshackle ASAP, potentially 119 status. Yuu had always joked about the Octavinelle trio being the first ones they’d call if they needed to hide a body. But, it seemed when it came time for them to actually make the call, the poor thing must have been overwhelmed. He could only think they had done it in self-defense, but the cause didn’t matter. There wasn’t going to be a body in a few hours.

Halfway through the woods to Ramshackle, he hears other footsteps hurrying to catch him. Looking over his shoulder, he raises an eyebrow at the extra amount of people, “Why are they here?”

Ace, Deuce, and Jamil all kept a quick jog behind Floyd and Jade’s long-legged walk. Floyd rolled his eyes, pointing behind him with his thumb, “I was at practice. Crabby and Sea Snake saw the text and wanna help lil Shrimpy too…”

Deuce raises a hand, "I saw them leaving the gym on my way to track practice. Yuu's my classmate and friend, it's only right I help them."

Jamil hisses under his breath, side-eyeing Azul as he sped up to walk beside him, “Plus, they’re my date-mate too, asshole…”

Rolling his eyes, Azul sighed, waving Jamil’s attitude off, “Yes, yes. We can meet with Draconia later about our timeshare lover's crimes. But for now, we need to go and assist them with the dead body I’m sure is on their property.”

Ace sighs, relaxing more as he leans back, arms folding behind his head, “Yuu finally did it, huh?”

“I mean…They can only threaten to murder someone so many times before they’d snap…” Deuce pipes up, rubbing the back of his head, almost dreading getting blood on his uniform again.

Floyd giggled, “I can’t wait to see who Shrimpy squeezed~. I bet they made it real messy!”

“Hmm…I wouldn’t put it past Yuu to kill someone via strangulation. But their MO seems to lean more toward bludgeoning.” Jade smiles to the group, eyes closing in barely hidden glee, “If anything clean up will at least be interesting if we’re just dealing with some blood splatter and a puddle!”

Ace and Deuce wince, watching Floyd, Azul, and Jamil simply nod at Jade’s examination.

The mood was instantly broken once they came into view of Ramshakle. Floyd and Jade tensed, their smiles dropping off their faces before racing toward the dorm as two teal-colored blurs. Azul shouted, only to choke on his tongue at the smell. Blood. His nose wasn’t anywhere as sensitive as Floyd's or Jade’s but even at this distance, he could smell the sharp iron smell. He jogged to catch up with his dormmates, his expression of panic causing the other three to speed up as well.

All he could smell was Yuu’s blood. Sharp and salty, but spiced and sweet because of their diet. A hint of some type of alien fragrance that no one could place and Yuu couldn’t name mixing it all together perfectly. And that was all he was smelling, not even a hint of another person’s blood.

When the rest of the group had made it to the front porch, Floyd was pounding on the door, eyebrows creased while Jade searched the bushes for the hidden key, “Shrimpy! Open up! Shrimpy!”

Jade’s fingers had just grazed the false rock when the door’s locks clicked open. Floyd swung the door so hard it nearly sent Grim into the hallway wall. The feline monster kept to the ground, eyes wide and teary with fear, “Yuu’s bleeding all over everything and they won’t tell me why!”

Deuce was the only one who had the mindset to scoop Grim into his arms, the rest of them instantly rushing up the stairs toward Yuu’s bedroom. The sound of their footsteps pounding on the floor echoing in the house, each of them calling out in panicked voices. Azul could only grow increasingly worried, the scent of blood growing stronger and stronger.

Jade slams the door open, Ace instantly diving into the bed and startling Yuu awake.

“The-The fuck- hello?”

Ace cupped their face, using what medical lessons Riddle had drilled into his head to see if they had a visible injury, “Yuu! Can you hear me? We were calling you all the way downstairs- Ay!” He tumbles off the bed when Yuu shoves him aside, dark eyes glaring down at the redhead.

“Yeah, I was sleeping. Why are all of you in my house?”

“We smelled blood shrimpy!” Floyd kneeled onto the bed, sniffing around trying to find the main source of blood. Ignoring or nipping at Yuu’s hands trying to shove his face away from her body.

Azul stepped forward, eyes roaming in barely concealed haste, “Sam sent me over. He was worried by a request you had called him about? It’s sent him positively spiraling.”

Yuu raises an eyebrow, having given up on getting Floyd off their bed and wrapping an arm around him instead, “Yeah I was about to ask. Octobaby, what truck did you get dragged behind and did you at least get the license plate?”

Whatever positive flow of atmosphere that was building ended, Floyd grasping the duvet covering them and pulling, “Shrimpy, where are you bleeding-”

A single tug was all it took for Yuu’s bottom half to be flashed. They all look in stunned silence. Fresh red blood on a series of towels under them, a smear on the inside of their bare legs. Yuu shouts but none of them respond, minds spiraling at what could have possibly happened.

“Floyd! By the Seven, I’m not wearing any pants!” Yuu snatches the blanket back, draping it over their legs with a huff. They turn to Floyd only to have their face gripped harshly. Floyd stared at them with a dead expression, his single golden eye almost glowing with the force of his anger, “Floyd?”

“Who?”

“Wha-”

“Who?”

“Floyd.” Jade’s hands come into view, pulling Floyd’s grip off of their face and his brother off the bed. Jade was no better, a pleasant smile on his face but eyes wide and void of any emotion, “It’ll do no good to pressure them into telling us. Let us let our two professionals deal with this. The two of us can brainstorm methods of...disposing of the unsavory culprit once we have a name or description.”

Yuu watched them slowly leave the room. Floyd just barely letting Jade pull him along as his expression started to finally morph into a look of anger. His fists clenched as he gritted his teeth, body so tense his movements were more shaky than his normal loose glide.

Looking beside them, Yuu catches eyes with Ace and Deuce. Ace quickly turned away, a hand covering his mouth as a single tear slid down his cheek and his shoulders shook. Deuce was no better, gripping Grim in his arms as he hiccuped softly with just barely contained sobs. He looked like he was fighting back the urge to go into 'delinquent mode'.

Jamil finally moves, a hand on each of Ace's and Deuce's shoulders, guiding them to the door. Softly pushing them out too once Jade had managed to pull Floyd out of the room, “Let us talk to them…We’ll…we’re gonna figure this out…”

Yuu watches stunned as Azul walks toward them as though he was approaching a wounded animal; softly, with just a hint of fear and pity, “Azul…What’s-?”

“It’s ok.” Jamil closed the door, still facing it so Yuu wasn’t sure if he was saying it to them or mumbling to himself, “It's…It’s ok, you’re gonna be fine…”

Azul had finally reached them and they could clearly see the unshed tears in his eyes, “It’s not your fault. This is not your fault, do you hear me?” He ran his fingers through their hair, his other hand gently cupping against her cheek as his thumb shakingly caressed their skin. He opens his mouth, closing his eyes while he sighs a shuddering sob. Gathering his wits again he opens his eyes, a fiery determination glowing in them, “We’re here for you, my pearl.”

“Wha…?” Yuu could only wrap their arms around Azul, the merman diving to embrace her in what had to be the most protective hold he could do with just his two arms. It felt safe and sturdy, like a cool blanket was wrapped around their body. While it was welcomed, Yuu only grew more confused feeling a wet spot start to form on their shoulder where Azul’s face had snuggled into, “I’m…very confused…”

“Yuu.”

If Azul wasn’t holding them, they would have jumped off the bed. Jamil stood right next to them with a blank expression. His face pulled into a mask of neutrality, but his eyes were steely, an ice-cold fire in them waiting to find a victim.

“Who. You can tell me, you can trust me. We’ll handle everything, you won't even have to look at the bastard unless you want to beat him to death yourself.” He kneels on the bed, his hand moving to touch her covered thigh before retreating, a pinched expression breaking his mask before it was back in place, “You have to tell us who did this to you, hayati.”

Did what to them?

Yuu stared at Jamil, blinking when he finally had to look away to bite his lip. He looked to be holding back tears, fully turning around to put his face in his hands to mutter under his breath. ‘How could he let this happen? Why couldn’t he have just one thing with nothing to ruin it?’ a teary sob of ‘Do they not trust him?’

“My pearl?” Azul pulls his face away from their shoulder, sniffling before he removes his glasses briefly to wipe his tears, “Do you…Would you like me to draw you a bath? This can’t be comfortable-”

“Azul!” Jamil whipped around, glaring at the merman, sparing them a worried glance before turning back to Azul and whispering heatedly, “They can’t take a bath until they get checked, you moron!”

“What’s there to check Jamil!? We can all clearly see what happened! Why put them through the extra…extra poking and defilement when we know what happened!?”

“Because we need evidence!”

“What we need is a name! Or a description! I’m not even going to entertain the idea of bringing this to a court. We have plenty of manpower on campus to bury whoever did this 12 times over.”

“Excuse me, what the fuck are you guys talking about?” Yuu spoke up, eyes glancing between the two of them, “Because if you mean the bleeding, that’s pretty standard at this point.” Maybe they just…forgot they had a vagina? Boys normally didn’t react well to period talk in the first place, but this was an all-boy school and Yuu was more non-gendered than female-gendered. Maybe they just honestly forgot.

But, what they said had only made things worse, both Azul and Jamil looking at them in absolute horror. Standard. This was normal. This had happened multiple times already.

Azul starts to openly sob, wrapping himself around them in a way to keep everything else away, nuzzling his head into her neck and whimpering out apologies. Jamil covered his mouth, a look that Yuu could only call devastation on his face before he stood from the bed to pace the room. Mutters grew in volume and speed before Yuu finally realized what they thought had happened.

“Oh. OH!” They quickly pull Azul from their neck, hands pressed to both his cheeks to keep him looking into their eyes, “Sevens! Guys no! That isn’t what this is, I promise! No one hurt me like that!”

“You expect us to believe that!?” Jamil turns on them, eyes wild and red with held-back tears. He gestures to the bed, alluding to the mess of blood under the covers, “What else could this possibly be!? Why are you trying to defend them!?”

“Jamil, I’m on my period!” Yuu looked back at Azul once her words seemed to hit Jamil, “It’s just my period. No one hurt me. I’m…well, not fine. Periods are a bitch. But not that…I swear it wasn’t that.”

No one made a sound past Azul’s labored breathing, the merman’s expression slowly morphing from one of despair into confusion. Once his breathing was finally under control, he pulled Yuu’s hands from his face, a single brow raised, “Your…your period?”

“Yeah…It’s just my period.”

Jamil pulls a face, eyes looking down as his brain worked to understand what Yuu was saying, “...Like the punctuation?”

Yuu frowned, turning to Jamil, “Don’t you act fucking dumb with me.” They press a kiss to Azul’s forehead, letting him slump against their chest, not seeing the gears turning in his head, “You and your sister are basically the same petty soul shared between two bodies. You know what a period is Jamil.”

The two mages catch eyes across the room, both…so painfully confused. Azul takes his time to finally untangle from Yuu, giving a small smile and patting hesitantly at the blanket, “O-okay…A period…right?”

At Yuu’s annoyed nod, Jamil sniffs, checking that he hadn’t cried before looking over to the door, “And…Najma will know. You’re sure she will?”

“I mean basically every girl gets a period so I would think so Jamil…”

The two boys share another look, communicating in a way Yuu hadn’t learned to do with them yet before they turn back to them with those soft, weak smiles. Azul caresses their face again, saying they should go back to sleep and that someone will bring up something to eat later on. It was slow, they clearly didn’t want to leave, but they both closed the door behind them. They share another look in the hallway, nodding before moving to regroup with the others.

The contained chaos they walk in on was almost comical if the reason wasn’t so mortifying. Jade had a hand gripped on each of Floyd’s shoulders while they took up the loveseat, whispering to the taller eel as he held him back. The whispers growing in intensity as his eyes widened in manic glee every time Floyd growled and moved to pull out of his brother’s hold. Ace was leaning against the wall, anger clear on his face as his nails bit into his forearms. He was the only one who looked up when they walked into the room. Deuce sat on the couch, curled around who they could only think was Grim, his shoulders shaking with barely contained cries.

Ace speaks up first, calling everyone else’s attention to their entry, “Well? Who’s the bastard we’re hunting down?”

Jamil and Azul pause, Jamil looking to the side and sighing, “They say nothing happened-”

“They’re lying!” Grim cries from Deuce’s arms.

The spade Heartslabyul soldier sniffles, raising his head to look from over the couch, “Grim said they’ve been bleeding since this morning. From before he woke up…”

Jamil pulled out his phone, already dialing his sister, “They said Najma would know what’s going on…They were…so sure nothing…happened…”

Ace opened his mouth to yell only to be cut off at the sound of Najma picking up the line on speakerphone.

“Jamil? What’s wrong, you never call me?”

“...” Jamil gulped, gripping his phone before speaking, “Najma, I need you to be completely honest with me. Swear on your life levels of seriousness. Do you know what a period is?”

“...Like the punctuation?”

Azul bit his lip, a hand moving to cover his mouth and start to pace around the room. He walks closer to Jade and Floyd to explain, the two eels listening to his quick words in clear confusion.

“I…Najma, something happened. Is it…normal to…” He let out another sigh, almost wishing it would take his soul with it, “Is it normal to bleed…out of your vagina?”

The beat of silence almost gave Jamil hope. Maybe it was some super secret girl thing that no male was allowed to ever know about. Maybe everyone in the room would have to be killed once Najma confirmed its existence. He knows he would at least prefer that over the alternative.

“Jamil, what the fuck? No!? No, that's not normal!? Jamil who do you know that’s bleeding out of their-”

“Don’t have time, I’ll call you back once this is all settled.” He’s never hung a phone up so fast. It quickly rings again, but he just declines Najma’s call and silences his phone. Now looking around, everyone else in the room is just as confused if not more so than he and Azul were.

“...What?” Jade tilts his head to the same degree his brother does while they both study Jamil, each trying to find…something in the conversation they just heard.

Azul spoke up, leaning his elbow against the fireplace, a hand coming up to rub at his temple, “They said they were simply on their period and that this was normal. They were also very certain Najma would confirm this sentiment, claiming it was a natural thing girls did.”

Deuce sat in thought, his brain working overtime to try and piece together the information they had, “Maybe…Uh…Wait, I can ask my mom!”

“What is your mom gonna know, Deuce!?” Ace hissed, more frustrated than actually angry.

“I don’t know, she’s like...an older girl? Maybe she knows more about it than Najma would?”

“...” Jade looks toward Azul with a shrug, “It’s another source of information. We’re literally going in blind with this.” He looks down in worry, feeling Floyd relax in his arms. His brother wasn’t calm by any means, more so his mood had finally reached so low that his homicidal urges couldn’t properly latch onto it. He just kept Floyd in his arms, holding his taller brother under his arms as though he was a cat.

Deuce pulls out his phone with one hand, the other keeping a grip on Grim as the monster whines. It only took a very rings before the phone was answered again.

“Hi, Deuce! I was just about to send you a text. I found this new cafe and they make the cutest parfaits-”

“Mom, that’s cool. Send me a picture later but. Um…I got a really weird and private question to ask you-”

“Deuce, we talked about this sweetie. There’s nothing wrong with liking certain things-”

“NOT THAT, NOT THAT!” He blushes, quickly cupping his phone away from view of the others. He whispers his question into the receiver, waiting with bated breath when the other line was quiet.

“Sweetie. Am I on speaker?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“That isn’t…that isn’t something that should be happening. Is this…Deuce, is this about your friend Yuu?” At the affirmative, she continued, “I know you said they weren’t from around…anywhere really. But you boys need to tell your teachers about this. Whoever told them this was normal lied to them.”

The nervousness returns, everyone sharing a look, Deuce thanking his mom before hanging up the phone. Pass the stray sigh or muffled rambles no one spoke, each one of them was scared to voice their theories. Everything easily pointed toward…assault. But Yuu was such a level of certain that it was hard to deny the doubt that grew at the idea. There were magical ways of getting the truth out of people, they had Jade and Jamil, so it wouldn't be hard. But none of them wanted to break the trust Yuu had given to them. Not to mention the small chance that something did happen, and forcing Yuu to recount the horrible situation was cruel even by Night Raven standards if they were trying to actively suppress it.

It seemed like they sat in silence for hours before they all heard the front door slam open, footsteps quickly stepping through the hall before a signature black and white coat filled the doorway. Crewel stood with one hand on his hip, the other impatiently tapping his crop against his leg.

“Ok, what’s going on? I’ve had students running around terrified from Sam’s shadows. I go to see Sam to ask about it and he informs me that he sent you runts to check on my puppy.” Crewel looks around the room, his frown turning into a scowl before he schools his expression again, “And there's no sign of my puppy in this pack of dogs, so what’s happened?”

After a prolonged silence, Ace groaned, deciding to bite the bullet since no one else wanted to, “Yuu’s bleeding from…from their vag and won't tell us why.”

…

“...” Crewel stepped to the side, light gray eyes seeming to look past all of them while he used his crop to point down the hall, “Get out.”

“Sensei-”

“Get. Out.”

The scramble they did out of the room was like a pack of dogs released into the wild, each of them refusing to meet the glacier-level stare of their teacher as they ran past. They didn’t leave Ramshackle property, choosing to instead stand outside and wait to be fully dismissed.

Crewel took the stairs two at a time, flinging Yuu’s bedroom door open. The sound of it slamming into the wall made Yuu groan in protest. He walks to the bed and sits, a hand instantly brushing their bangs back to alert them to his presence. He couldn't tell through his gloves, but they had seemed flushed, “Puppy? Puppy, talk to me. What's happening? I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Yuu hums, just barely getting back to sleep before Crewel woke them up again. A hand pressed to their lower stomach and grumbled, “Hmmmm….Period…” “...Pup. What’s a period, explain it to me.” He keeps his hand in their hair, petting in a way to soothe both of them if needed. Period, Yuu clearly wasn’t talking about punctuation. All his mind could reach then was that period was speaking of a state of time. Meaning this was something that happened on some type of schedule.

Groaning, Yuu sits up, letting her head rest against Crewel’s shoulder, “Period, monthly bleed and all that. It’s girl stuff, you know biology, Crewel��”

Taking her in his arms, Crewel rubs at their back. Monthly…It’s at times Crewel is made painfully aware of how lacking he and the rest of Night Raven College were in knowledge about Yuu’s biology. “Yuu…That’s not a thing in Twisted Wonderland.” He can feel the moment they tense up, letting them pull back to look at him.

Yuu stares at their pseudo-father, eyes searching for some sign of the past hour being nothing but a really bad joke. Seeing none, they feel a cold realization hit, “Oh…Well, this is gonna be a real interesting time…”

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suffersinfandom · 1 year ago

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Alright, I’m gonna talk about Ed and abuse.

“Why? Why are you spending your precious time on Earth typing about some dumb fandom stuff when you could be doing literally anything else?”

In short, seeing the “Ed is an abuser who’s inevitably going to hurt Stede” takes has been driving me absolutely bonkers since I first noticed them. They’re not going away, so I have to essay about it.

In less-short: it’s because abuse is a serious thing and, as someone who’s experienced it, I get riled when it becomes a topic of discourse in my silly pirate fandom. It’s because it’s upsetting to read meta after meta accusing an indigenous man of being an abuser when the text doesn't support that reading. It’s because a lot of the abuse discourse in the fandom fails to separate real-life abuse from violence in a show. It’s because the vast majority of the abuse talk only acknowledges physical abuse which, while terrible, is not the only kind that hurts people and utterly destroys their lives.

It’s because calling Ed abusive or insisting that he’s a future abuser can harm people who are like him -- people who have suffered abuse or get angry sometimes or have hurt people when they were hurt. Victims of abuse, especially those who dealt with it in childhood, often fear becoming abusers themselves. They bottle up their anger for fear of hurting someone. They hurt themselves in a misguided attempt to protect others. They don’t need to see meta that enforces their fears.

Before I get into it…

I may as well come clean and say that I’m on team Ed absolutely isn’t abusive.

Plenty has been typed in Ed’s defense by POC in the fandom, so I’m not going to go into how deeply unfortunate it would be to make an indigenous main character an abuser. I’m just going to say that, when you consider OFMD’s genre and attitude towards violence, it seems clear to me that you can’t call Ed abusive without calling out other characters unless you have some kind of bias against Ed. His actions are deplorable in the real world, a bit much in OFMD’s world, deeply unhealthy, not okay by any means, and shitty and traumatizing for his crew, but they aren’t abusive.

Remember: Our Flag Means Death is a comedy with tons of over-the-top violence. If your theory is unrelentingly grim or looks at violence and its consequences in a real-world light, consider stepping back and remembering what genre the events of the show are happening in.

And if you think that only the violence committed by the indigenous lead is abuse, look at the actions of the other characters and ask yourself why Ed doesn’t get the same grace you’ve granted the others.

What is abuse in the real world?

Abuse “includes [a pattern of] behaviors that physically harm, intimidate, manipulate, or control a partner or otherwise force them to behave in ways they don’t want to. This can happen through physical violence, threats, emotional abuse, or financial control.” (1)

“Emotional abuse includes non-physical behaviors that are meant to control, isolate, or frighten someone. These behaviors are often more subtle and hard to identify but are just as serious as other types of abuse.” (2)

It’s important to emphasize that not all purposeful harm to another person, physical or otherwise, is abuse. “What abuse really means is control. When a truly abusive situation exists, it’s because one party is seeking to control the other through abuse.” (2)

Abuse is a pattern of behavior that involves one person intentionally harming another. That harm is meant to control, and it can take on more forms than just physical.

In our world, all abuse is terrible. Vitally, our world is not a pirate rom-com.

Adding context: what is abuse in Our Flag Means Death?

Our Flag Means Death is a romantic comedy with one core romantic couple, Ed and Stede, whose story takes priority over everything else. It can be dark, it can be serious, but it is, at its core, a comedy, and not a subtle one at that. (3) Sometimes things are just funny and that’s it.

The show’s meanings aren’t hidden under layers of red herrings and subtext; if you’re compelled to bring out the conspiracy corkboard, you’re probably in too deep.

But this isn’t just a rom-com: it’s a pirate rom-com, and that comes with gratuitous violence. Here’s a short, fun list of examples of things that we can consider canon-typical pirate violence:

Tying hostages to the mast and letting them cook a bit

Wanton murder during a raid (“Note the gusto!”)

Threatening a crush at gunpoint until they stab you

Whippies and yardies

Cutting off toes and feeding them to people “for a laugh”

Literally any violence directed at a racist (this violence is, in fact, good and encouraged)

There’s also the pirate-typical killing of other pirates. Duels don’t seem entirely unusual, and Izzy outright tries to get Stede killed at several points in season one. When Chauncey Badminton and the English navy show up after being summoned by Izzy, Stede’s life isn’t the only one on the line: the rest of the crew is also put in potentially life-threatening danger.

In short, Our Flag Means Death has a lot of violence and peril, and very few instances of violence (looking at you, Hornigold) are treated as anything other than socially acceptable. But do you know what’s really important in the show?

Feelings.

The way characters feel as a result of something is given an immense amount of weight. The show’s subtleties are in the realms of the mental and the emotional, and that’s where the real pain is too.

Nigel Badminton’s death was bad because it was emotionally and mentally devastating for Stede. Ed’s father’s murder was bad because it hurt him and forced him to create a monstrous alter ego to cope. Both of those men -- Nigel and Father Teach -- are totally acceptable casualties. Their deaths would be net positives (in this universe where abusers are punished for their behavior) if they hadn’t had such strong impacts on our leads.

Feelings are everything in Our Flag Means Death, and the feelings of our leads are the heart of the show. That’s where the story is. That’s where the complexity and ambiguity is.

So what is abuse in this context? The casual treatment of physical violence and the seriousness of emotional distress tell us to adjust our own moral judgments accordingly. Physical violence is everyday, straightforward, and often comedic; emotional violence is devastating and complicated. Physical violence is cartoonish and, often, part of a punchline. Emotional violence is real and raw and not a joking matter. Planning to murder a guy and steal his identity can be shrugged off; ditching your boyfriend after experiencing a traumatic event is more complicated.

When we ask ourselves if something in OFMD is abuse, we have to consider the act in the context of a rom-com that’s all about the feelings of two guys, set against the violent backdrop of piracy, and absolutely packed with people getting maimed and murdered in casual, comedic ways.

So...

Is Ed abusive in the context of the show?

No.

Aaaand we’re done!

Joking, joking. Obviously I’m going to pick out the examples of “abuse” that people cite and discuss each one, but first: we need to talk about Ed, violence, and anger.

Ed is not a violent person. He’s not full of rage that’s threatening to erupt at all times, and he’s not some kind of sadist who revels in hurting people. The violence of Blackbeard is a fuckery: it's the theater of fear, an illusion of cruelty calculated to terrify others into surrendering and obeying without (much) bloodshed.

Ed has his whole thing with murder that's rooted in childhood trauma. Killing his abusive father to protect his mother scars him so badly that he distances himself from the situation -- he blames Father Teach’s death on the Kraken, an invented monster. As a pirate, he creates loopholes and rules that technically put one step between him and killing (in his mind). He orders murders and causes deaths and maims and maintains his image as the bloodthirsty Blackbeard, but Ed doesn’t do “the big job” himself until the end of season two. When Stede’s life is in the balance, Ed can kill to protect him.

Edward Teach kills only to protect.

But that’s killing, and we’re talking about general violence. It's true that Ed is casual about the day-to-day violence of piracy. He participates in it, incites it, and doesn’t feel bad about it. No one does; violence is part of the job.

That leaves us with the "anger problem." Ed is sometimes characterized as an angry person who lashes out when enraged, and canon doesn't at all support this interpretation. Ed gets mad, yes, but his anger is always at least understandable (and, in my opinion, he's one of our more restrained characters). It isn’t a constant, simmering thing that turns him into an abusive monster when he’s triggered. He doesn't always deal with his anger -- or any of his other feelings -- in a good and constructive way because both of our leads lack emotional maturity, but I think it's a grave mistake to characterize him as an angry person.

Hopefully I can elaborate on this idea -- the idea that Ed is only violent and angry in a normal and canon-appropriate way, and anger is by no means one of his defining characteristics -- by doing a run-down of all of the times Ed is accused of being abusive or showing signs of being an abuser-in-the-making.

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Ed loses his shit on a falling snake during his nature adventure with Stede (S1E7). In this scene, he’s embarrassed about the treasure hunt, oblivious to Stede's intentions, and annoyed by the very existence of nature. He is not relaxed. When nature takes him by surprise, he stabs the crap out of it in a scene that is played for comedy. There’s the important part: this is comedy. Ed is grumpy and his childish tantrum is harmless and silly. It isn’t a red flag. Overreacting while irritated isn’t an indicator that someone will be abusive.

Ed punches Izzy after the English have taken the Revenge, captured Stede, and turned Ed over to Izzy (S1E9). Honestly, I think the fact that Ed lets Izzy talk before punching him demonstrates a great deal of restraint on his part. This is justified anger and fear for Stede’s life. This is not an indicator that Ed makes a habit of hitting Izzy.

In his post-pillow fort era, Ed is cleaning up his cabin when Izzy confronts him (S1E10). Izzy insults Ed, tells him that he’d be better off dead than as he currently is, and says that he serves only Blackbeard (Ed better watch his fucking step). Ed reacts by grabbing Izzy by the throat and telling him to choose his next words carefully. This is, in my opinion, a reasonable reaction and exactly the response Izzy was fishing for. The only pattern this scene indicates is one where Izzy goads Ed until he starts performing the violence expected of Blackbeard.

Which takes us to The Toe Scene.

In real life, it would be extremely fucked up for a boss to remove an employee’s toe and make him eat it. OFMD is not real life. One episode earlier, Ed was talking about the life he was glad to leave behind -- the life where The Toe Thing was done “for a laugh.” Not as punishment, but for fun. It’s set up as something that’s gross (“yuck”), not a grave punishment. When Ed feeds Izzy his toe, he gives Izzy what be asked for: he gives him a violent captain. He gives him Blackbeard. He gives him the guy who fed people toes for fun.

But what’s important here is that Ed is not having fun. He’s having a lot less fun than Izzy is, going by their expressions in the scene. This isn’t who he wants to be, but after having the possibility of a better life snatched away, Ed throws himself back into the sure thing. He becomes the Kraken -- the captain Izzy wants, the violent monster that Ed thinks he is and tries to distance himself from, and the only thing Ed thinks he can be. It’s sad. It’s desperation, not anger and abuse.

In the second season, Ed headbutts Stede after he’s revived from his coma-death (S2E4). In the next scene, Stede is holding a cold steak to his face and calling it an accident. Roach says “that’s what they all say” -- a line that alludes to domestic violence. The thing is? It’s not, and the crew has expectations of Ed that Stede doesn’t (as indicated by Stede's earlier assertion that Ed's a nice guy in response to Olu's concern that Ed will kill him).

Ed is freshly out of a coma (or newly alive). He’s nonverbal. His brain is, medically speaking, couscous. He still has one foot in the gravy basket. When he sees the man who left him hovering over him -- the man he loves, the man who just appeared to him as a mermaid -- he tries to say something. When that fails, he resorts to a headbutt. This is a single violent action perpetrated by a confused and hurt man who doesn’t know what to do with all of his feelings. He can't talk. He can't push Stede away.

Stede understands all of this, even if the other characters don’t. He sees the headbutt for what it is: a bit of a bitchy move. He isn’t afraid of Ed. He never is.

Stede also isn’t afraid of Ed when he acts out later that episode. When Ed learns that Stede went back to Mary, he excuses himself from the dinner table, smashes a chair against the wall, and knocks a vase to the ground. In this entire episode (this entire season), Ed is having intense feelings that he doesn’t know how to express or work through. The reveal that Stede returned to his wife is the final straw. He takes his tangled feelings out on an acceptable target (a chair, a vase) instead of Stede because he doesn’t want to hurt Stede.

This looks like displacement -- when “an unacceptable feeling or thought about a person, place or thing is redirected towards a safer target.” Displacement is an “intermediate level coping mechanism.” That is, it’s more sophisticated than the ways children deal with intense issues, but it’s still not entirely mature. In an adult, it indicates a level of emotional immaturity. (4) Ed is emotionally immature, not inherently violent. He gets overwhelmed by his feelings and lashes out -- not at a person, but at something that can’t get hurt.

Displacement is not an indicator that someone is an abuser. It’s a coping mechanism. It’s an attempt at emotional regulation. It’s not the best coping mechanism, but it’s not a sign that someone is going to go into a rage and assault people.

Stede cringes when Ed smashes the chair and sends the vase crashing to the ground, but he’s not afraid of Ed. He is never afraid of Ed because he knows that Ed isn’t a real threat to him. He cringes because sometimes that's what a person does when a loud thing happens. That's what people do when chair shrapnel starts flying. Also? It's kind of embarrassing behavior on Ed's part. They're guests enjoying a mediocre dinner! That's no way to act!

And this leaves us with the first two episodes of season two.

Ed is fully in his Kraken era. He has no hope that Stede will return, he no longer trusts the crew, and he feels trapped in a life he absolutely doesn’t want. He thinks that he has to perform Blackbeard until death sets him free. He sobs in his cabin when no one’s looking. Publicly, Ed fades into the role of remorseless and bloodthirsty pirate captain.

Needless to say, this makes for a shit work environment. Ed works the crew (and himself) too hard. He drinks and does drugs (note that his drug of choice is rhino horn -- visually coded as cocaine -- instead of alcohol, the drug associated with his father) and runs everyone ragged. He’s an absolutely terrible boss, but he isn’t abusive.

That isn’t to say that the crew left on the Revenge isn’t traumatized. They are! They’ve been thrown off balance by the sudden change for the worse in someone who was previously a pretty cool guy, and they’re traumatized by the neverending violence that the constant raids -- raids that are bloody and deadly, not the fuckeries of the past -- demand of them. They’re traumatized by that final night in the storm when Ed does everything in his power to goad them into killing him, almost murdering everyone in the process. They’re traumatized by their own attempt at murder and their own capacities for violence.

In S2E4, Blackbeard’s crew has flashbacks to the violence they perpetrated under the Kraken: Jim fighting Archie, Fang breaking a man over his knee. They’re haunted by guilt about what they did to Ed, as evidenced by their Lady Macbeth-style scrubbing. Their own violence is a significant part of their trauma.

No, that doesn’t absolve Ed. He drove the violence -- demanded it of both the crew and himself. He hurt other people because he was hurting, and that’s terrible.

Ed’s behavior in the first two episodes of season two is horrible, especially when his desperation reaches a fever pitch, but there's no attempt to control and no habitual mistreatment. Nothing he's doing is normal for him. He's spiraling and unraveling and pulling the world apart around him. Not all bad or violent behavior is abuse.

(We also have to ask ourselves just how bad Ed’s behavior really is. Archie, someone from the pirate world who has no idea what the Revenge was like pre-Kraken, tells Jim “that’s how these things usually go” at the height of Ed’s violence. She doesn’t act like she experienced anything out of the ordinary.)

But what about Izzy?

What about Izzy indeed. Let’s walk through the first two episodes.

One of the first things we see Ed do in season two is shoot a man. At first this seems like the show telling us that Ed is embracing the kind of violence he couldn’t manage before, but if we pay attention, we can see that he’s still following his “not a murderer on a technicality” logic. The man he shoots has a sword through his chest; he's as good as dead. He also falls offscreen before Ed shoots, making the action less impactful.

OFMD is not subtle and this is a quick way to communicate what’s going on with Ed. He’s not doing well and he’s more violent than he was last season, but he’s still himself under the Kraken’s makeup. He hasn’t done a moral one-eighty. If the show wanted us to think that Ed's a monster, they would have made him a hell of a lot more violent.

So. Izzy.

Immediately after Ed tells Izzy that he’s replaceable in S2E1, we reach the scene that some point to as proof of domestic violence. This is where Izzy breaks down because he has just been told in no uncertain terms that he’s not Blackbeard’s special little guy. That’s devastating to him, and he cries when the crew approaches him with kindness and sympathy.

Jim tells Izzy he’s in an unhealthy relationship with Blackbeard. Frenchie describes their relationship as “toxic.”

A toxic relationship is “any relationship [between people who] don’t support each other, where there’s conflict and one seeks to undermine the other, where there’s competition, where there’s disrespect and a lack of cohesiveness." (5) And you know what? Yes, Ed and Izzy definitely have a toxic relationship. And is their relationship unhealthy? It sure is -- for both of them. But the crew is, understandably, more sympathetic towards Izzy because they’ve never been present when Izzy was hurting Ed.

(Only tangentially related, but the crew must have really liked Ed pre-Kraken. As far as they know, the man went dark with no warning or cause. They deal with him for approximately three months (assuming one raid a day), and he has to go so far before they put an end to him. Remember when they were ready to toss Izzy overboard after, like, twelve hours under his command?)

Even though they only have one side of the Izzy and Ed story, the crew isn’t accusing Ed of domestic abuse. The term doesn’t apply to the mutually fucked-up thing that Izzy and Ed have and, beyond that, the scene is played for laughs. Jim and Frenchie use comically modern language. The whole thing feels like an intervention for a stressed-out middle manager with a shitty boss. It's funny. It's a comical thing in a comedy show.

Izzy returns to Ed and tells him that the crew won’t throw treasure overboard to make room for more treasure. Ed says, “And that’s another toe.” Losing a toe is the penalty for failing the kind of captain that Izzy said he will serve. It’s obviously not okay to punish an underling by taking toes, but we’ve already established that toe-removal isn’t a cruel and unusual pirate punishment.

(Specifically, toe-chopping is the cost of Izzy’s failure. Frenchie disobeys and lies to Ed in his short time as first mate and he doesn’t lose a single toe. Izzy bears the brunt of Ed’s cruelty because he’s the one who demanded it.)

This is not who Ed wants to be, but it’s who he thinks he has to be. It’s who Izzy told him to be.

Next, Izzy makes the mistake of invoking Stede and Ed storms above deck. He holds the crew at gunpoint, one by one, and asks them if they think that the vibes on the ship are poisonous. No one gives him a positive answer and Ed turns the gun on himself. He works himself up until Izzy interrupts and the following exchange happens:

IZZY: “The atmosphere on this ship is fucked. Everyone knows why.” ED: “Well, I don’t. Enlighten me.” IZZY: “Your feelings for Stede fucking Bo--”

[Ed shoots Izzy in the leg. Ed steps over him on his way back to his cabin.]

ED: “Throw this shit overboard and get suited up.”

The fucked up vibe is not because of Ed's feelings for Stede. Ed's feelings for Stede resulted in Ed having a nineties-rom-com-style breakdown and proposing a talent show. The Kraken and the ensuing fucked atmosphere were ushered in by Izzy.

Izzy is only shot after he proposes talking it through (something he attacked Ed for in S1E10) and publicly places all of the blame on Ed's feelings (feelings that he previously threatened Ed about -- Izzy owes his loyalty to Blackbeard, not a "namby pamby in a silk gown pining for his boyfriend" who would be better off dead). Whatever Izzy's intentions are, it's not irrational for Ed to interpret this as a further threat or an attempt to stir up a mutiny.

What’s important for this post is this: Ed's actions are not unusually cruel for a pirate captain who considers his first mate out of line. Shooting someone in the leg is the kind of thing that the idea of Blackbeard that Izzy worships does to maintain his reputation.

Fang cries when Ed shoots Izzy because he knows Blackbeard. He has been with Blackbeard longer than anyone else, and this isn’t Blackbeard. Blackbeard doesn’t work his crew this hard. Blackbeard doesn’t disregard the deaths of long-time crewmates like Ivan. Blackbeard doesn’t shoot his own crew. Fang is off-balance and distraught because his captain of twenty years is acting far, far more cruel than the one he knew.

This is not Ed as he usually is. Ed at his worst is breaking all of his past patterns. He’s behaving like a different person. His actions at this point in time are not typical of his past actions or predicative of his future actions.

When we reach S2E2, Ed is chipper. He’s cleaning up, he’s tying up loose ends, and he has decided that, no matter what, this is the day that he dies. He’s determined. First, he’ll give Izzy a go at killing him; next is the storm, the destruction of the steering wheel, and taking increasingly desperate actions to get the crew to stop him. He tells Jim and Archie to fight to the death. He goes to blow the mast away with a cannon and doesn’t react as nameless crew members are being washed overboard.

Ed is stopped only by Izzy’s reappearance and the violent mutiny that follows.

None of what Ed does here is abuse. This is desperate violence. This is an unwell man begging everyone around him to send him to doggy heaven.

And finally, we have the big murder party in the season finale. A surprising number of fans interpret Ed’s willingness to cut down naval officers as a sure sign that he’s gotten worse and he’s more violent than ever. This is, in my opinion, a take that completely ignores everything we know about Ed and his relationship to violence.

It bears repeating: Edward Teach kills only to protect. He murders his father to protect his mother. He kills as Blackbeard to protect himself (and no matter how he tries to distance himself from that violence, he still causes deaths). He mows down colonists for Stede. He kills for safety and for love, and by the end of season two, he has made some kind of peace with the Kraken and his own capacity for violence.

It’s sweet. It wouldn’t be sweet in the real world, but in this world? In a world where physical violence is funny more often than it’s serious? In a world full of pirate characters who all have hefty body counts? It’s growth. It’s Ed healing.

Ed is doing better. He’s not a threat to the man he loves, and now he’s not a threat to himself either.

Anyway.

No, Ed is not abusive. No, there’s no indication that Ed will become abusive in the future.

Dislike characters. Take issue with things. Feel whatever you want to feel, but remember that abuse survivors are not a monolith. Consider, just for a moment, that the abuse you think you see in the show is not textual. Ask yourself if Ed is truly worse than all of the other characters or if you have some bias warping your view of him.

Finally: please keep in mind that I’m not trying to present The One True Interpretation. I’m just rolling all of my arguments and thoughts into a ball and throwing it out into the wild. You don’t have to agree with me but, if you don’t, I hope you’ll at least consider what I'm saying.

Peace and love and goodbye.

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Broken - part 5

Summary: You and Bucky keep bonding.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. Innocent and broken Bucky. Mentions of Bucky's past and nightmares. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.2K

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: I decided on the ending for this story, and I have only one more chapter to go! Enjoy, the last one will probably come sometime tomorrow. Also, again, it's 4:30 am and I can't help myself lol.

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Spending time with Cassie you couldn’t help but feel better.

The more you have fun and laugh with the little girl, the more you forget about your anger against the team.

It also helps that you spend most of the day away from them, eating lunch with Cassie and Scott, who you didn’t stay mad at for too long. To be fair to him you didn’t even know him when everything happened so you don't blame him too much.

As promised, Bucky comes looking for you as soon as he and Steve get back to the tower, finding you still on Scott's floor while you guys watch Despicable Me inside a huge blanket fort Cassie insisted on building in the middle of the floor of the living room.

Thankfully the other occupants of this floor, Bruce, Thor and Loki, are still in New Asgard. He’s just about to turn around and go back to his room when you notice him.

"Hey Bucky! Where are you going, how did it go?" he looks uncertainly at Scott and his daughter before answering.

"I was just gonna…" he trails off, pointing behind him towards the elevator.

"Nonsense, come here." you tell him, patting the seat next to you in the fort.

He’s a little hesitant, but slowly comes further into the room, sitting on the ground, leaving a little space between you.

You give him a smile that he shyly returns before you hear a little voice clearing her throat, which brings your attention to the little girl on your right. "Yes, Princess Cassie?"

"And who would this be, Queen Y/N?" Bucky’s a little confused by the interaction, but says nothing.

"This is Bucky. What title would you like to give him?" Cassie thinks about it for a second while staring very intently at Bucky, narrowing her eyes at him, and you can’t hide your amusement.

That is, until Cassie suddenly lands on a role for Bucky.

"He should be the King!" she says, looking from him to you a couple of times "You guys look good together." you’re about to say something, when Scott beats you to the punch.

"She’s right, I can see it." he says putting his hands up and looking through them to frame you and Bucky together, clearly much more amused than you are at the situation.

You sigh, knowing you can’t escape this. "Well, what Princess Cassie says goes. I’m sorry, King Bucky, you’re stuck with me now."

You turn to Bucky who's still very confused, and is now also starting to turn slightly pink, so you decide to explain.

"We’re playing make believe. Cassie is the Princess, Scott is the Jester and I’m the Queen. I’m sorry to inform you you’ve been crowned King of the castle." you gesture to the fort with your hands.

"And also Y/N’s husband!" Cassie feel the need to shout, making your head snap to her with wide eyes while Bucky turns even redder, your own face starting to change color now.

"He gets it, Princess." you try not to snap at her, she’s just a kid and doesn’t mean anything by it, but it’s still pretty embarrassing.

You see Scott snickering behind Cassie and glare at him as much as you can trying to go unnoticed by her, but Cassie's attention is on the super soldier now.

"You're going to play with us, right?" she asks him in a sweet voice, making the biggest puppy eyes you've ever seen. She certainly knows what she's doing.

Bucky, who hasn't said anything until now, doesn't know what to do. He looks at you for help and you give him an encouraging smile.

He then looked at Scott, worried that the man might want Bucky anywhere near his daughter, but Scott simply nods his head with a smile.

Bucky relaxes a bit and turned his attention back to the little girl, trying to find the right thing to say.

"Of course I'll play with you. After all, the Princess’ word is law." Cassie starts giggling at the bow he gives her, and you're almost giddy at seeing this side of Bucky, more relaxed than he's been since he got here.

Granted, it was just a couple of days ago, but he seems to be making a lot of progress really fast, so far, just like Steve said after he hugged you yesterday morning.

You keep watching the movie, then the second one and you get halfway through the third when Maggie comes by to pick up Cassie.

So, with the promise not to finish the movie without her, you and Bucky say goodbye to all three and make your way to your shared floor.

"You were right, she really is adorable." Bucky says with a smile as you get into the elevator.

"I know, it’s pretty hard to stay mad at Scott when he lets me hang out with her." you smile back at him. "So, how did your meeting go?"

You see Bucky tense and feel a little bad. You really didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable, but you were genuinely curious and also wanted to support him. After all you know having a hearing isn’t certainly gonna be easy.

"I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to." You quickly reassure him and he seems to relax and gives you a nod.

When he doesn’t say anything else, you let it go. But Bucky had a question himself.

"Why are you ignoring everyone but me?" you sigh.

You don't blame him for being curious, you yourself are as nosy as they come. Always in a respectful manner, of course.

"I’m mad at them." You simply say. "They selfishly kept a pretty big thing from me. They made me feel bad, knowing they were lying to me. They’re my family, they should trust me more than this. I’ll get over it, eventually, but for now I’m happy avoiding everybody." you shrug. You know it’s kind of childish, but you also don’t care.

"Okay, I understand that… But why are you not avoiding me?" Now you’re confused.

"Why would I avoid you?" he bows his head in shame, not meeting your eyes as you exit the elevator and you already know you’re not going to like his answer.

"I’m the reason it all happened in the first place… it’s all my fault." You can feel the sadness in his voice, you can see he actually feels bad about causing this.

You, on the other hand, don't agree.

"Bucky," you start, stopping right in front of him, forcing him to stop too, looking up and quickly putting his hands on your arms to make sure you don't fall after almost colliding with you. "you can’t blame yourself for other people’s choices. Steve chose to help you, Tony chose to fight it, everybody else chose a side. None of it was on you. You didn’t ask anybody to do anything. So, please, stop feeling guilty."

Bucky looks at you silently for a few moments and you feel like he's searching your face for any hint that you might be lying, that you don't really believe what you were saying.

But he doesn't to find any so he nods and says "I’ll try." with his hands still on your arms and it's like you're suddenly registering just how close he is and how warm his touch is on your skin.

He’s about to say something else, when you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

Bucky drops his hands from you like they burned and you turn around, almost feeling like you got caught doing something wrong when you see Steve and Sam just standing there looking at you two.

Steve has that stupid grin on his face that he doesn’t seem to be able to wipe every time he sees you and Bucky together, but Sam looks more concerned than anything.

"Everything okay here?" he says and you can’t help but roll your eyes at his insinuation that something might be wrong just because you’re alone with Bucky.

You turn back to the brunette super soldier and smile at him "I’m gonna go to my room, I still have some reports to finish. See you later?"

You wait until he nods and then get on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek like this morning, smiling a little more when you back away and see a little pink hue coming back to his face, but with a smile nonetheless.

You turn around and pass the other two men without saying a word, hearing them sigh behind you as you walk away towards your room.

Maybe you’re being a little dramatic, but you don’t feel like forgiving anybody else just yet.

So that’s how you find yourself spending more and more time with Bucky.

It feels like you spent all your free time with each other, only being apart at night and when Bucky joins the team for dinner.

He tried to get out of it multiple times to join you when you would eat in the kitchen of your floor, but Steve insists that it would be better for him to be around the team, even if just for an hour a day, and you fully agree.

That, however, doesn’t stop him from joining you afterwards just so you won't have to eat alone, for which you're grateful.

Initially Bucky's pretty content just following you around like a lost puppy, a fact that Sam and Steve never fail to mention as it amuses them to no end.

But Bucky doesn't care, and neither do you as you enjoy each other’s presence, even in silence.

Bucky likes watching you go about your day, still amazed by everything you do and you like having him near you. It makes you feel safe.

Still, the more time you spent together, the more comfortable he feels around you.

The real turning point comes when one night you open your door to find a disheveled looking Bucky, and you know immediately that him knocking at your door at 3 am meant nothing good.

Which is confirmed when he sniffles and you realize he has tears streaming down his face.

Without saying anything you hold out your hand, which he instantly takes as he lets you guide him inside, shutting the door behind him.

You walk to the bed and sit down, hand still in his and, when he just stands there you tug on it, silently letting him know that it's okay for him to join you.

You expect him to sit next to you as he’s done countless times now while leaving a respectful space between you, always the gentleman.

What you didn’t expect is him crawling into your bed, taking you to lay down with him, and hugging you as tightly as he can without hurting you, his legs also wrapping around yours.

To say you're shocked right now is an understatement. You always made a point to keep physical touch to a minimum when it comes to Bucky, not wanting to do anything to make him uncomfortable.

But here he is, clinging to you like a scared little kid, crying his eyes out with his head buried in the crook your neck.

You wrap your arms around his shaking body, hugging him as tight as he is, rubbing his back to try and soothe him, whispering what you hope are words of encouragement in his ear.

You stay like that for a while until he finally calms down and stops crying.

You don’t rush him to let go or to talk about it, letting him decide if and when he's ready to talk at all.

After a few minutes of total silence you think the poor guy cried himself to sleep, but he proves you wrong by moving his head away from your neck and placing it on your chest.

You feel him play with your necklace as he starts talking with a quiet voice that reminds you of the first day you met him. "I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t want to bother you, but I didn’t want to be alone and had nowhere else to go." and your heart breaks for him.

"Don’t apologize, Buck. You can always come to me, it doesn’t matter what time it is."

He looks up, looking at you like you hung the moon and stars just for him, and seems like he's about to say something else but thinks better of it, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times.

He settles for giving you a gentle squeeze and moving his head back to lay on you, but you don't need words to know he's grateful for your understanding.

He's seemingly unashamed of the way he's still clinging to you and you’d be lying if you said you mind being so close to him either.

You start running your hand through his hair, which he seems to appreciate, and, after a few more minutes of silence, he starts speaking again.

He tells you about the nightmares he’s been having ever since he escaped Hydra, and that tonight, after a particularly gruesome one, he just couldn’t stand being alone.

He doesn't go into too much detail about the dream but tells you enough for you to want to take a few firearms and track down every single person connected to Hydra so you can put as many bullets in them as you can carry, then light them on fire for good measure.

But, Bucky being your first priority, you stay where you are and try your best to comfort him, eventually changing the subject to keep his mind off the nightmare.

You talk until the sun comes up, birds chirping, but neither of you make a move to get up at any point, eventually falling asleep for a couple of hours in each other’s arms.

Part 6

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Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. - Ch. 19

When you turn sixteen, and your soulmate's name doesn’t appear anywhere on your body that you can find, you figure you had to be the only person on the planet who didn’t have one. Most of the town shuns you, so you stick close to family. Your Aunt Ellen raised you after your parents died in a car crash when you were two, but what happens when the Winchesters return to town and buried secrets begin to come to light?

Pairing: Mechanic Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You

Word Count: 9389

Warnings: Dean's "memories" from the night at the bar when he saw her again after leaving after graduation.

A/N: Well, here it is everyone, what Dean was going through over the course of the story. I hope it was worth the wait. Things will pick back up on 10/24 with Chapter 25 and you'll still get next Friday's up on the 25th with Chapter 26. <3

A/N: This is my non-Supernatural fic I'm attempting. Please let me know what you think, as I always love hearing from my readers.

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Dean let himself relax as he held her, feeling the warmth of her body against his own. Her petite frame nestled comfortably in his arms as he absentmindedly rubbed small circles with his thumb on her back. I love you…, words he wasn’t quite ready to speak aloud drifted through his mind as he inhaled her scent, taking his mind back further. He knew he’d tell her everything one day, but for now, she knew enough.

Dean leaned against the bar, his eyes scanning the Roadhouse as the memories washed over him. It had been years since he’d last been here, and everything felt both familiar and foreign. Sam was beside him, equally quiet, while their dad, John, ordered them beers. Dean’s thoughts wandered. It wasn’t until he heard her voice that he looked at the woman behind the bar, causing his breath to hitch in his chest.

The years had changed her, but he’d know her anywhere. He remembered turning sixteen and her name appearing on his collarbone and how he’d feel her emotions from time to time. He never approached her, though, wanting to wait until she was sixteen to be sure. It was two long years, and it took everything in him not to get to know her at that time. But, when she did turn sixteen and hadn’t sought him out, he knew he had to leave the place he had called home, needing the space to breathe, think.

Now, here she was, standing on the other side of the bar. He was vaguely aware of the beers his father had ordered, but that was about it. Sam smacked his shoulder the moment she walked away, snapping him out of his daze.

“Dude, what’s gotten into you?” Sam asked, both confused and annoyed at how his brother had been gawking at the waitress.

“It’s… her…” Dean mumbled, his eyes still watching as she spoke with Ellen.

Sam frowned, looking from her to Dean, trying to piece it together. Then, it clicked. “You mean, her her?” he asked, understanding dawning in his eyes.

Dean could only nod, his throat too tight to speak. The memories, the feelings, the regrets, it was almost too much too fast. John, noticing the tension, placed a heavy hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Easy, son,” John said quietly, his voice grounding Dean in the present. “it’s been years, and a lot has happened. You know that. One step at a time. You knew you were gonna run into her eventually.”

Dean nodded again, trying to slow the racing of his heart, but it was no use. His pulse thrummed in his ears, drowning out everything else as Ellen’s voice broke through the fog in his mind. Dean shifted his weight, trying to ground himself as Ellen approached. Her hug with his dad was a familiar sight, one that should have been comforting, but his focus was elsewhere—entirely on the girl behind the bar.

She had changed so much, and yet, the way she moved, the little quirks and expressions, they all brought back memories he’d tried to bury. As she worked, he couldn’t help but notice the way she sighed, the subtle tiredness in her movements. With the things going on in his life, he knew hers had been far harder, and the guilt of his hasty decision to leave when he graduated was eating at him.

“John, it’s been a while,” Ellen’s voice cut through Dean’s thoughts as the woman hugged John. She pulled back from John, giving him a once-over with a playful smile. “You old bastard, still keeping these boys on a short leash?”

John chuckled, shaking his head. “Tried to, but you know how they are. Can’t keep ‘em still for long.”

Ellen laughed, but her eyes shifted to Dean, softening as she noticed the way he was staring. “Dean, go slow with her. She’s been through hell.”

“I never should have left,” he mumbled before taking a swig of his beer, resting his arms on the bar.

“She doesn’t know about any of that right now. I’ve been trying to keep it from her till something can be done, or we have to move on ‘the plan,’” Ellen told him softly. “Now, let’s put all that aside and get some proper introductions done.”Dean swallowed hard, the weight of those words sinking in. There were several reasons he’d come back to the town he’d grown up in, and the woman behind the bar had no clue about any of it. She’d been left out of the loop, as the information could overwhelm her.

“Y/N, come down here and get these boys a refill,” Ellen called, pulling both her and Dean from their thoughts that had them distracted.

Dean watched as she approached, her expression still carrying that tiredness he’d noticed earlier. She gave them a polite smile, the kind you give to a customer, and set three beers on the counter for them.

“Here ya go,” she said, her voice steady but lacking any sort of warmth he’d secretly been hoping for.

“Thanks, Sweetheart,” Dean heard himself say, the words slipping out before he could stop them. The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted it. The look she gave him was one of polite indifference, like she didn’t even recognize him. His heart sank.

“Don’t be flirting with my niece, Dean. She’s still what you’d consider innocent,” Ellen’s voice cut through the moment, teasing but protective.

Dean managed a small, forced chuckle, trying to play it off, but inside, he felt a pang of guilt. He didn’t want to come off as just some guy hitting on her—she was so much more than that to him, even if she had no idea.

“Sweetie, these are the Winchesters. They’re practically family. You met them when you were little,” Ellen said, her voice full of warmth and nostalgia.

Dean watched her reaction closely, hoping for a flicker of recognition, something to show that she remembered him, but there was nothing. Just a polite smile and a nod.

“I hate to do it, Aunt Ellen, but I need to talk to you about something before I leave in ten,” Y/N finally said, breaking the tension that had built up in Dean’s chest.

“What’s up?” Ellen asked, her tone shifting to concern.

“I need to take some time off for a while,” Y/N mumbled, looking almost guilty.

“Take all the time you need, sweetie. I know things have been rough for you lately,” Ellen said softly, pulling her into a hug.

Dean felt a twinge of jealousy, not for Ellen, but for the fact that Y/N was so closed off from him. She was hurting, and he wasn’t there for her. He’d missed so much, and now he didn’t even know where to start.

“It was nice to have at least met the three of you since I don’t remember meeting you before now. Not sure when I’ll see you again, though,” Y/N said, her words polite but distant.

Dean felt a pang in his chest as she said those words. She didn’t remember him. He knew that was entirely his fault, though. Now, to her, he was just another face in the crowd.

“How come?” John asked, curiosity piqued.

“I’m going to be working my other job, full-time for a while. It’s the love of my life, honestly,” she replied with a small, genuine smile.

“What’s that, kid?” John asked, sounding genuinely interested.

“I fix cars. Hate to do it, but I have to run,” she replied quickly, heading for the door.

Dean watched her go, his heart sinking as she walked out. He wanted to run after her, to stop her, to say something, but he couldn’t. All he could do was watch as she disappeared from view, leaving him with a heavy feeling in his chest.

“You’ll see her tomorrow when we go to Bobbys. Just start slow with her, be her friend, Dean. She has no clue what’s going on, and she’s not in the frame of mind to understand it all,” John sighed, knowing they all still had a long road ahead of them.

“I never should have left,” Dean mumbled, going back to his beer.

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The purr of the Impala’s engine echoed off the walls of Bobby’s garage as Dean pulled up outside, cutting the engine. He was nervous, knowing she was going to be there, and excited about it at the same time. Sam and John stepped out of the car just before Dean did. This was like his second home as a teenager, and Bobby was the uncle he never had but always wanted.

The moment they walked in, they were greeted with an explosion of excitement from Bobby’s crew, Dean’s friends from high school. The boys flocked to Dean like he was a brother they hadn’t seen in ages. Dean smirked, feeling a mix of joy and discomfort. He’d always loved the garage, but today, it felt different, like something was hovering in the air that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Bobby joined in the greetings, clapping Dean on the back, and the camaraderie was palpable.

But as Dean looked around, something—or rather someone—was missing. He scanned the garage, his eyes finally landing on the familiar sight of her boots sticking out from under a car. She was working, ignoring the chaos around her. He knew how the town had shunned her, and figured it had been the same with the boys at the garage. Dean couldn’t help but admire the way she was focused, determined, even when surrounded by the noise and distraction. But something in him wanted her to look up, to see him standing there.

“Kid, you gonna come say hi?” Bobby called out, moving over to stand beside her.

Dean watched her hesitate before sliding out from under the car, clearly annoyed at the interruption. He stifled a grin. She was stubborn—he liked that.

“So much for not running into you again, Sweetheart,” Dean teased, the nickname slipping out easily as he smirked at her. He saw her roll her eyes, and it only made him want to get to know her more and see if he could make her smile.

Dean listened as Bobby explained that she was his boss. He knew the whole thing had been orchestrated due to what was going on and what the adults were trying to keep from happening. Dean also knew that Y/N deserved the position, even if it had been an intentional move between Bobby, Ellen, and John, so that she could deliberately be around him. He saw the twinkle in Bobby’s eyes when he referred to her as practically his niece, almost giving him permission but also telling him to be a gentleman.

“I’ll behave, Bobby, I promise,” Dean said, though there was an edge to his voice, a seriousness that didn’t quite match the grin he gave.

He could feel the weight of the situation, the eyes on him, and more than anything, her presence, even as she tried to blend into the background. Dean had spent years with a woman who had pretended to be his soulmate, but now, with Y/N standing there, he was more than certain who his true soulmate was. He just couldn’t come out and tell her, not yet.

When John and Bobby turned toward her, Dean saw the shift in her demeanor—how she tensed, how her gaze faltered. Hell, he felt her uneasiness, that strange tug on his chest he’d felt so many times before, even when there were states between them. He wanted to step in, to say something, but what? He wasn’t even sure what he could say to make any of this easier.

Dean kept that exterior mask up, keeping his emotions inside like he had learned to do far too many years ago. He knew how delicate this entire situation was and how the wrong move could literally put her in the hospital. Dean felt her uneasiness at the invitation to the celebration at Harvelle’s, but knowing there was nothing he could do to comfort her like he wanted to, he went back over to the boys, trying to distract his thoughts.

He should have known that wouldn’t work. He found himself watching her more than he intended, catching the small nuances in her behavior, the way she’d focus on the task at hand as if it was the only thing grounding her. When she finally slid back under the car to finish her work, he couldn’t help but be drawn to the moment. Dean only partially participated in the conversation with Benny, Cas, Garth, Jack, and Sam.

When Sam approached her, Dean focused on his four high school friends, as Sam was planting the first seeds of information necessary for Dean to eventually reveal everything to her. “She can’t know any of it. Do the four of you understand?” Dean told them sternly, knowing how Benny and Cas typically couldn’t keep their mouths shut about things for different reasons.

Benny held his hands up in mock surrender, “Sure, brotha’.”

Dean looked over at his brother, the silent conversation simple between the two; a simple look that they had both done their parts. Dean watched her, though, seeing her freeze, seeing and feeling the brief flicker of hope in her eyes before she buried it, pushing it down just like she did everything else.

I never should have left…

Even with the guilt that pulsed through his body and weighed down his shoulders, Dean had decided he’d just be himself around her. It was all he could do if he had any hope of bridging the void that was clearly there. When she came up to the group and mentioned a tour, Benny had to open his mouth, along with Cas, Dean nearly lost it on the two of them. He probably would have been fine, had she not gotten so frustrated and walked away, her words only echoing what he felt from her. Her anger and hurt tugged at his soul as he watched her drive away in a beautiful Firebird.

Dean’s jaw clenched as he turned back to the guys, glaring at Benny and Cas now that she was gone. His hands balled into fists at his sides, and without hesitation, his fist collided with Cas’s jaw. At the same time, John and Bobby made their way out of the office, pissed.

“I’ll fire both of you if you two can’t keep your mouths shut!” John snapped, pointing a finger at Benny and then at Cas, who was now rubbing his jaw.

“We were just havin’ a little fun,” Benny piped in, instantly regretting it.

“Boy, she’s been through hell, and it’s not like you’ve been friendly with her.” Bobby scolded him angrily.

John, Bobby, Sam, and Dean spent the next almost hour, laying it all out for the four of them. The case going on with Lisa, the Vaught family, and how everything in Y/N’s life had been sabotaged for a wedding the adults were attempting to get her out of without her ever having to know about it.

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Dean had driven to Harvelle’s with his brother, everyone showing up a half hour early. He helped Ellen push several of the tables together and set things up, as did the guys. His thoughts, though, were on her, wondering if she’d actually show with how she’d reacted back at the garage. Every time the bell over the door of the bar dinged, he instantly looked over to see if it was her.

“Breathe, Dean. She’ll be here,” Sam attempted to get his brother to relax, even if he wasn’t even sure she’d show.

Then, just after seven, the door opened again, and there she was. He was captivated by her, even with the guilt that weighed him down. She was beautiful, and she didn’t even have to try. Dean could feel her being overwhelmed, and he knew it was because the town had shunned her.

Before she could make it halfway to the group, Ash intercepted her. Dean watched their interaction, trying not to stare too obviously. Ellen had explained that Ash always had that playful, brotherly way with her, and it made Dean smile. When she took the whiskey from Ash, Dean noticed the way she held it, almost like it was a lifeline.

Dean continued to observe as Ash gave her a hug and a few comforting words, which he wished he could hear. There was a sadness in her eyes that made his chest tighten a bit. He felt her walls go up even higher and knew she was guarding herself against more rejection.

When she finally made her way over to the group, Dean’s heart skipped a beat. Ellen, Bobby, Jodi, and Donna all greeted her warmly, but Dean stayed in his seat, just watching her interact with everyone. The way she responded, a little shy, a little reserved—it was like she was only half there, like she had one foot out the door already.

They shuffled seats to make room for her, and Dean knew it had been deliberate to seat her across from him. He tried to act nonchalant, but he couldn’t help but steal glances at her. She was talking with Ellen about her promotion, but it was clear she wasn’t as excited about it as everyone else was. Dean saw the way her eyes flickered with uncertainty and how she tried to hide behind that bottle of whiskey she’d carried over from Ash. It practically broke his heart.

John’s voice suddenly cut through the noise, and everyone quieted down to listen. Dean’s gaze was still fixed on her, though, watching as her attention was momentarily captured by John’s speech. When her eyes locked on his for just a moment, he felt just how high she’d put up her walls. If it weren’t for the group of people, that would have been enough to break through the mask he kept up. He knew she was completely clueless on who he was and what she was to him, what he was to her.

When she excused herself to go to the bathroom, Dean watched her go, knowing she had already been uncomfortable and was going to slip out and go home. “I’ll be back,” Dean told his brother, who was sitting next to him, still looking toward where she’d headed. Then, Dean got up and headed out the front door, knowing she was going for her car.

He approached her car, leaning casually against the driver’s side door, waiting for her to come around the building. Dean watched, seeing her round the side of the bar, staring at the ground and fidgeting with her keys. His heart was racing while his guilt tried to eat him, but he pushed it aside for now.

“Sneaking out?” he asked, his voice light but playful.

She frowned at him, then sighed, “I can only people for so long, okay? It’s just too crowded in there. I’m sorry I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving. I didn’t want to deal with it.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, surprised at her honesty with him, but it gave him hope that he could still repair the damage he’d caused by leaving her when she had needed him most, even if she had no idea about any of that. “Then, why’d you say you’d come?” he asked, genuinely curious.

She looked down at the ground, nudging a rock with her shoe. “I kinda felt obligated,” she mumbled, “John being my boss and all.”

Dean chuckled, not to mock her, but because she was just so damned adorable and sweet. “If you really didn’t want to come, you could have just said that. My dad’s pretty understanding. He and Bobby talk a lot. Bobby was surprised you even agreed.”She finally looked up at him, and Dean could see the guilt in her eyes and felt it coming off her in waves. “I’m not used to people caring what I want or don’t want, and I don’t know John at all. I’ll apologize when I see him again.”

Dean furrowed his brow at her words. “What do you mean, people not caring what you want or not?” He knew the town had shunned her, but his mind went to the darkest possible insinuations of what her statement could possibly imply, and the thought of someone hurting her made his blood boil.

She sighed, looking away again, “I guess you don’t know then. I figured Benny would have said something. I never got my soulmate’s name, when I turned sixteen. I’m sort of treated like the plague around here, except for a few people who are pretty much family.”

The guilt hit him again, like a punch to the chest. He knew how harsh people could be, her pain tugging on his soul again. When she asked about his soulmate, he shifted uncomfortably, leaning back against her car, trying to shake the memories of Lisa from his mind, and wanting so badly to tell her that he was with his soulmate, but knew that would be far too forward. “Let’s just say it’s complicated,” he managed.

“My brother was telling me about that, your soulmate thing. He said it was fairly rare, but you aren’t the only one. The authorities don’t want the general public to know, so they keep all the information on lockdown,” Dean added, hoping to grow the seeds that his brother had planted earlier at the garage.

She seemed to take it in, but there was still that guarded look in her eyes, and he could still feel how high her walls were. He wanted to kick himself for leaving after he graduated. “How come you’re talking to me, though? People will treat you badly, if you’re seen with me too much.”

Before Dean could answer, the door to the bar burst open, and they both turned to see Benny, Ash, and Cas tossing a drunk guy out. Ellen was right behind them, laying into the guy for saying something disrespectful about her niece. Dean couldn’t help but admire the fierce protectiveness Ellen had for her, and it made him wish he’d been the one to toss the guy out onto the ground.

Dean decided to go out on a limb and answer her question as the butterflies in his stomach began fluttering about. “Well, the reason I’m talking to you is, well, uuh, kinda funny,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His nervousness grew even more when she turned to face him. The look of curiosity in her eyes pulled him in, though. “It would seem that while we were both growing up, we didn’t ever run into each other. I worked in Bobby’s garage in the mornings with the guys and hung out here in the evenings. You were just the opposite. Then, there was school. I saw you around, but you always seemed to disappear quickly.” Dean explained, doing his best to keep to simple things without giving away details he knew she wasn’t ready to hear, let alone accept.

He could see the wheels turning in her mind as she processed what he was saying. She was a mystery, and it intrigued him more than he thought he might have patience for.

“How come you seem so nervous around me?” she asked, then quickly apologized. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s just, people avoid me. I just don’t understand why you aren’t avoiding me, too.”Dean was silent for a moment, watching her as she leaned against her car. He could tell she felt bad for asking something personal about him, and that sent a pang of sadness to his chest. She’d gotten so used to being ignored or treated badly she felt bad for intruding into something she’d consider personal. “You were like a mystery back then. And, uh, you still kinda are. That’s the answer to both your questions,” he replied softly, not wanting to scare her off or overwhelm her. All he could do was hope that it would help her see that it was okay to ask him those sorts of things.

She shrugged, looking at the ground. “I’m pretty normal, except for the no soulmate thing.”

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Sweetheart, you are far from normal. Not every day a hot chick is a badass mechanic and has a badass car to boot.”He saw her blush for the first time, and it made him smile. There was something incredibly endearing about the way she reacted to compliments, like she didn’t get them often.

She bit her lip nervously before asking, “If you have a soulmate, why would you say those things about me?”

Dean sighed, leaning against her car next to her but keeping some distance. He hadn’t expected her to ask that, but he couldn’t blame her. It was a valid question and one he couldn’t fully answer, yet. “I’m not supposed to talk about it, since the courts got involved. If you can keep it quiet, I don’t mind telling you,” he offered, feeling like he could give her at least this much.

“I won’t tell anyone. No one talks to me anyway,” she replied.

He took a deep breath, carefully deciding what details to give her and what to leave out. “I do have a soulmate. I’m not with her, though. A woman, she had my name on her, but I didn’t feel that connection with her, and her name wasn’t the one on me. It ended up being just a regular tattoo, but it was done professionally. It’s a legal battle now and part of what my brother and Dad have been trying to help me with. It’s also why I came back here,”

Again, the guilt ate at him. Deep down, he knew it wasn’t his fault. It was the Vaught’s fault for what they’d done to her family. He hadn’t even realized it until he began questioning Lisa on the emotions he felt, but choosing the opposite of what he was feeling when he suspected her of lying to him. When Lisa said that was how she was feeling, he knew something was wrong and immediately went to his father and brother. He couldn’t tell any of this to Y/N, not tonight, but he vowed that he’d tell her everything before her birthday.

Her sympathetic response pulled him from his thoughts, but he could tell that she meant it. He did appreciate that she didn’t ask further questions, though. “Thanks, Y/N, I appreciate that. I’m sure I’ll find her, one day,” he said, trying to muster a smile, even though all he wanted to do was tell her everything and beg for her forgiveness.

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That third week at the garage had put a spring in Dean’s step when he found out he’d be working with her on a car that needed a ton of work, practically rebuilding it from scratch. He wanted to go thank the owner for not only getting into the wreck but for being so sentimental about the car, although he knew just how insensitive that would have been.

Dean couldn’t resist a smirk as he approached her, already focused on the car. “Looks like we’re working together, Sweetheart,” he said, enjoying the way she barely glanced at him, too lost in her thoughts to react.

“I don’t mind,” she replied, her tone casual as she looked over the car.

He loved watching her work, and today was no different. The way she carefully noted down the parts needed for the car was almost hypnotic. He’d seen plenty of people work on cars, but there was something different about the way she did it. The way she moved, the way she treated the car—like it was alive and she was the doctor trying to soothe its discomfort. It fascinated him, and he couldn’t help but feel himself getting a little more than smitten.

When she slid under the car, Dean crouched down to keep watching her. Her hair was pulled back in a braid, with a few loose strands framing her face. He could see the concentration on her face, the way her lips moved as she silently went over the details. It was mesmerizing, and he didn’t even realize he was staring until she slid out from under the car and caught him.

Working with her turned out to be the blessing he’d hoped for. He stopped taking his breaks with the guys and started taking them with her, just so he could talk to her longer. Every day, he looked forward to going to work, and the moment he saw her, he smiled. The guilt was still there, but he’d pushed it aside for now.

He noticed how she finally began relaxing around him. It was subtle at first, but over the days, he saw how she let her guard down more and more. The more she opened up to him, the more he opened up to her. Something he hadn’t planned on happening; the more her guard dropped, the more of her emotions he felt. On a couple of occasions, he even thought he heard her thoughts but brushed that aside, at least for now.

She was an incredible mechanic, but it was everything else about her that really pulled him in, and none of them had to do with how attractive she was. She was smart, funny, and she had a strength that he admired, especially after everything she’d been through. It was getting harder and harder for him to keep his distance and focus on just being her friend so he could tell her more that he hated keeping from her. Knowing she was his soulmate and having to keep that secret from her gnawing at him every day.

When the car was done, seeing the look of pride and accomplishment in her eyes brought Dean a feeling of adoration for her, more so than it had been. However, the instant Benny brought up celebrating, Dean felt her resignation at the thought of intruding.

He set his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her so she was facing him. “You did more than half the work. You deserve to celebrate, too. The guys might surprise you, but…” he trailed off as her emotions hit him like a ton of bricks, then sighed, letting his hands fall to his sides. “If you don’t want to go, I understand.” Dean wanted her there, celebrating with him, laughing with him, but he knew how she felt; even if she had done half the work, he wasn’t about to force her to go.

“Tell you what. I’ll go, but if things get weird, I’m gonna head out,” she replied almost softly.

Dean instantly smiled, feeling like a happy kid, and hearing her chuckle only widened his smile, “Then I’ll see you tonight, Sweetheart.”

He and the boys had been at the bar since 4:30, and Dean kept checking the time. It was well past five, and she still hadn’t shown up. The boys tried to keep Dean’s mind off of her not being there, but no matter how hard they tried, he was getting worried. Dean felt her worry, her anxiety, and her determination. He finally couldn’t take it anymore and called her. She sounded distant, like she was focusing on something else, and it made alarms go off in his mind. When he offered to come over, and she answered absentmindedly, he knew something was wrong.

He hung up and tossed some money down on the table. “See you guys at work tomorrow,” Dean told them, leaving quickly as he had no patience to give them an explanation.

He’d barely made it to his car when he felt her pain and heartbreak hit him, and it nearly knocked him on his ass. Dean held his chest, fighting back tears that weren’t his, fumbling with the keys as he slid into the driver’s seat. After a couple deep breaths, he got on the road, speeding, and just prayed he didn’t pass any cops.

Dean reached her house in record time. He knocked on the door, heart pounding, but she didn’t answer. When he found it unlocked, his worry deepened. He checked every room, looking for her, her pain still tugging on his soul, beckoning him to find her and comfort her.

When he did find her, he momentarily froze. She was sitting on the floor, her knees pulled against her chest, and she was sobbing. She looked and felt so broken, so vulnerable, so alone, and Dean blamed himself. He approached slowly, careful not to startle her, before sitting beside her on the floor and drawing her into a gentle embrace.

She buried her face into his chest and sobbed while he ran his hand down her hair, “Shh, Sweetheart. I’ve got you,” Dean told her tenderly, wishing he could just make all her pain go away.

Those letters, though—hit him hard. It took everything he had to keep his expression stoic as he read them. Dean followed her when she left that room, still reading through the letters from her parents. He remembered his parents telling him about her parents, how they knew what was going to happen and had planned accordingly for it. Dean was impressed, but the information in those letters shook him to his core.

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Dean’s mind went into overdrive when he followed her down to the “bunker” her parents had built for her and the amount of detail and care they’d taken. The gravity of the situation at hand had sent him into survival mode, like when he’d learned the truth about Lisa. The bunker was well stocked, under heavy surveillance, and it was clear Y/N’s parents knew she’d have to use it one day.

When she broke down again, he sat beside her on the table, his heart aching as he held her close. Her tears had slowed, but the weight of the situation still pressed down on both of them. He didn’t know how to make things right, how to take away the pain she was feeling. All he could do was be there, holding her, offering whatever comfort he could.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Dean finally took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I’d ask how you’re doing,” he began, his voice low and steady, “but I think we both know the answer to that. If you want, I can stay. You don’t have to be alone.”

Her quiet “Thanks” broke something inside him as he reluctantly pulled away, settling into the chair next to where she was sitting on the table. He watched her carefully, noting how lost she seemed, her world clearly shattered by the revelations of the evening. It was all the things that everyone had tried to keep from her, not wanting her to have to go through this pain. Dean was thankful that he had been there and that she wasn’t alone.

“My brother,” Dean started, trying to find a way to help, “he can—”

But she cut him off with a sigh, her voice weary. “I heard John, Bobby, and Jodi earlier at the garage. With what my parents said in those letters, I know what monster they were talking about, Nick. The original document they need is somewhere in that lockbox. And, somehow, you’re involved, but I don’t know how. I just feel so… empty right now, and numb. It’s really overwhelming.”

Dean felt a pang of guilt at her words. He reached out, resting his hand gently on her knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. When she looked over at him, he offered her a soft smile, hoping it would bring her some comfort. “Why don’t we take tonight, sleep on it all, and we’ll deal with everything in the morning? You look exhausted.”

He saw the tension ease just a little when she chuckled, acknowledging the truth in his words. “Alright. Let’s head back upstairs, then.”Dean watched her movements, careful, meticulous, and even with all she had just found out, her hands were steady. He couldn’t help but admire her strength as they ascended the stairs out of the bunker. He helped her grab some blankets out of the hall closet, and while she changed, he set those and some pillows in one of the recliners for now while he settled onto the couch.

He accepted her offer of a drink, hoping it might help lighten her mood if he stayed up with her. When she began fidgeting with her beer bottle, he felt his heartache again. He could feel how lost, unsure, and alone she was, and it was killing him to see her like this.

Sam’s words kept running circles in his head from over a year ago. “She’ll have to be told in increments. If you tell her everything all at once, it could only make things worse for her, and her mark won’t come in like it’s supposed to. I know you want to take her pain away, but you have to do this right, or it’s gonna hurt her more. She has to be the one to accept you as her soulmate, or there won’t be a connection to her anymore. If she’d gotten her mark at sixteen, she would have sought you out then. Everyone involved knows the two of you are soulmates. If it wasn’t her, you wouldn’t feel her, and the Vaughts wouldn’t have gone to the lengths that they have and are still going.”

“I’m sorry you got dragged into this,” she sighed, staring off into the distance.

Her voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he struggled to hold back his emotions, the pain in her words cutting deep. He wanted to tell her everything, to pull her into his arms and never let go, but he had to be strong for her, had to keep his distance for now. She’d already found out too much too quickly, and he could feel the toll it was taking on her.“It’s okay,” he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “I’m just glad you don’t have to go through it alone. I know you don’t share much with Bobby, Jodi, or even Ellen. Now, why don’t we focus on something else, like what an amazingly badass mechanic you are,” he added, a proud smile spreading across his face, wanting nothing more than to help take her mind off of all that was running through it.

Seeing her blush brought a warmth to his chest, something he’d felt a few times working with her. It was a small thing, but it made him feel closer to her. “Oh, so she can blush,” he teased, his tone playful, testing the waters to see just how receptive she was and how far he could go with her without going overboard.

“You’re not helping,” she grumbled, but there was a smile on her lips that told him she didn’t really mind.

“Helped the blush,” Dean chuckled, enjoying the lightness of the moment. He could feel her tension slowly drain as he watched her shoulders relax some. “Where’d you learn to be a mechanic?”

As she told him about her love for cars and how Bobby had taught her, Dean listened intently, appreciating the way she relaxed as she spoke. The conversation felt easy, natural, and for a little while, it was as if the weight of the evening had lifted. When she finally said goodnight and got up to leave, he wanted to follow her, hold her through the night, and ease the loneliness he still felt from her. So, he stood up and hugged her, holding her close, and hoped he wasn’t pushing her too much. When she hugged him back and felt her contentment, he almost didn’t let her go.

He watched her go to her room, feeling like he’d made it over some hurdle that had seemed impossible the night she’d served him, his brother, and his father drinks. Dean finally turned and made up the couch with the blankets, but something kept nagging at him. He couldn’t sleep and felt restless.

Dean laid down, but with his head at the far end of the couch, mostly watching the stairs that led to her room. He couldn’t shake that feeling, and it was bugging him. He lay there for an hour, his nerves on edge, like he was being watched. Finally, he got up, checking the windows and doors, making sure they were all secured. That still didn’t settle his nerves. Then, he headed upstairs, needing to check on her.

She’d left her door open, and he stood there, watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful in that moment, and the only place he wanted to be was lying next to her and holding her close. He absentmindedly brought his hand up to his right shoulder, near his collarbone, his fingers rubbing the skin where her name was. It was a motion he’d done often since learning the truth about Lisa, knowing that the woman sleeping in the bed in front of him was his true soulmate.

“I never should have left you back then. I’m sorry. It’s my fault you’re in this mess now, and I’ll find a way to make it right. I’ll keep you safe from those monsters, even if it means staying locked in that bunker with you, and we’re never more than friends. I love you, Y/N, pretty sure I always have. Hell, I probably always will, no matter what happens. One day, I’ll tell you everything, even if you end up hating me for it,” Dean whispered the words, quiet promises he intended to keep. His chest tightened as he fought back the heartbreak and the lump in his throat.

He took a shaky breath before crossing his arms and leaning against her doorframe, just watching her sleep like a silent guardian protecting her from anything that might be lurking in the darkness. Dean spent most of the night and several of the morning hours watching her and checking the windows and doors. He still couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, but he couldn’t locate anything or anyone anywhere.

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Dean wasn’t sure what time he’d finally fallen asleep, but he woke before she did, so he made coffee. For a while, he leaned against the counter in her kitchen, taking in the small details of her home. She was fairly organized, and most things had a place. It was the little things though, that brought back his guilt of leaving so long ago. Like how she only had a few pictures of anyone in her home, and he realized she didn’t have a single friend her own age that wasn’t family to her.

He looked toward the stairs, feeling her stir in her sleep, so he pulled out some stuff for breakfast, wanting to see about starting off a rough day with a nice gesture. She didn’t even make it downstairs till he was nearly done with breakfast. Seeing her still in her pajamas, bedhead, and half-asleep as she went for coffee made him chuckle, and he found her even more adorable.

Once he got it all plated up, he set a plate down in front of her, then his across from her and sat down with his coffee, he looked up at her. Even straight out of bed, she was beautiful. He took a bite of eggs just as she moved her hair and he froze while simultaneously almost choking on the bite of eggs. Dean only stared at her collarbone long enough to take note of it before focusing on his plate. He knew those inconsistent marks weren’t some sort of dirt or grease, and they hadn’t been there the night before.

She was letting him in, or was she feeling something for him, he wasn’t sure, but it brought him hope. It was the only thing that made sense as to why her mark would be coming in now. He wondered if she’d noticed it but couldn’t bring himself to ask.

When she mentioned going to the garage, he decided to stick by her side. He could feel how heavy everything was weighing on her, no matter what expression she showed. The moment she headed to her room to get ready, he texted his dad, not wanting to risk her overhearing a conversation.

“Dad, her mark is coming in, and she found out almost everything. I need you at the garage with everyone. Too much to put in a text and too risky to call. I’ll explain more when I can. She still doesn’t know how I’m fully involved yet. We’ll be there soon.”

Dean quickly sent the text and shoved his phone in his pocket before he began cleaning up the kitchen while his mind raced. He no longer had time to dwell on his own emotions and the guilt for leaving when he graduated. No, he had to be there for her. She deserved that much from him, even if he knew it would never make up for letting her go through the pain she’d endured for nearly a decade.

Once she was ready, he gave her a soft smile. He felt how hard it all was and just wanted to wrap her in his arms, but he didn’t let that show. She followed him out to his car, where he held the door open for her, choosing to be a little playful and act like her chauffeur. Hearing her giggle had made it all worth it as he closed her door and then jogged around to the driver’s side. The closer they got to the garage, the more nervous she got. Dean felt it even before her leg started bouncing. The calm exterior she had at the house was gone as her emotions began coming off her in waves. He parked around back, trying to reassure her with comforting words. Dean only glanced at the guys as he followed her to the office, and judging by the looks on their faces, his dad had shared his text with them.

Being behind her in the office, he looked at the others; Bobby, Jodi, Ellen, John, and Mary were all there. He saw the concern in their eyes as they watched the two of them. “What’s all this about, sweetie?” Ellen’s concern-filled words pulled Dean from his thoughts.

He watched Y/N give the files to Ellen, and he felt her break. Her pain consumed him as he pulled her into his arms, letting her sob against his chest. Dean then proceeded to explain to them the details of her parent's letters, the bunker, and the files she’d brought for them. The longer he talked, the harder she held onto him. He could feel how she felt like she was drowning, and he was the only thing keeping her head above water.

The moment John brought up calling Sam, Dean instantly spoke up, “Her parents made it clear not to talk about any of this over the phone. They were clearly worried about something.”

He vaguely heard John grumble about that or what Jodi said about going to the station. Dean’s focus was on her again, whispering soothing words against her hair as he held her close. This had been the reason they’d all kept this from her. She was already in a fragile state, and this only made the depth of her pain deeper.

The knock on the office door, her pulling away, and then Benny poking his head in, had Dean’s nerves on edge again. “Dean, there’s a guy out here, asking for her,” Benny whispered, his thick accent low and concerned.

Dean’s eyes narrowed instantly. Who the hell would be asking for her now? No one should have known she was there. Hell, they’d left her car back at her place. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, a gut feeling telling him this wasn’t going to be good. Dean told her to stay there, in the office, before he followed Benny.

His steps were quick and purposeful as he made his way to the front of the garage. He was ready for a fight, his protective instincts flaring up. But when he saw the man standing there, any sense of calm Dean had managed to maintain evaporated. Cole… Dean would know his stupidly soft features anywhere.

Dean’s jaw clenched as he stepped outside, positioning himself between Cole and the garage entrance. “She doesn’t want to see you or your family,” Dean growled, his voice low and dangerous. Every muscle in his body was tensed, ready to spring into action if Cole made even one wrong move.

Cole put his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth that made Dean want to punch it off his face. “I’m not here to cause problems. I just wanted to meet her. That’s all.”Dean was about to tell him to get lost and probably threaten his life when he saw her out of the corner of his eye. She had followed him, which frustrated him as he now had to keep an eye on her as well as Cole. Before he could say something, Cole’s entire demeanor changed.

“Wow…” Cole’s voice was filled with awe as he looked at her, and Dean felt a surge of protectiveness so strong it nearly knocked the wind out of him. “You’re… beautiful.”

Dean could see the blush creeping up her cheeks, and it only fueled the fire burning in his chest. She ducked her head shyly, and it took every ounce of self-control Dean had not to grab Cole by the collar and throw him against the piece of shit rental he’d pulled up in.

“Um, thanks,” she mumbled, her voice soft.

Cole took a few steps closer, but Dean was faster, stepping between them, his hands twitching as they attempted to ball into fists, wanting so badly to knock him on his ass. “There, you saw her. Now leave,” he growled protectively, his voice barely controlled.

But Cole ignored him, focusing entirely on her, which only pissed Dean off further. “Y/N, I’d like to have lunch with you if you’re willing. I’ll be at the diner at noon, waiting for you. I’m Cole. I know about what my father and grandfather did, and I don’t want to be a part of it. I just wanted to meet the woman I’m supposed to marry in a couple months, since I don’t have a choice in the matter either.”Dean was seeing red now but knew that if he physically touched Cole, things would take a turn for the worse for him and Y/N. So, with every ounce of willpower he could muster, he just stood his ground. He couldn’t even relax when Cole walked back to his car or when he drove away. Dean was aware that the Vaughts knew where she lived and where she worked, but he had hoped they all had had more time. That clearly wasn’t the case now.

He turned to her, his voice urgent, “You don’t have to go. He’s got to be lying. That family isn’t to be trusted,” he practically pleaded, his heart racing. The thought of her being anywhere near Cole or his family made his stomach churn with worry.

He could see the conflict in her eyes, the way she was trying to process everything that had just been thrown at her. When she took a slow, deep breath, Dean thought she might agree with him. But then she spoke, her voice steady and determined. “I know I don’t have to go. I also know that he can’t be trusted. What if he’s being manipulated in this mess like me? You, Benny, and Cas can come keep an eye on me at the diner. Be my bodyguards?”

Dean’s heart sank even as she gave him that soft, sweet smile—the one that usually made him smile in return, the one she only gave to him. The only thing that was even remotely reassuring was that she didn’t want to go alone. He sighed, “Fine. Lemme go tell the others,” he muttered before heading back into the office.

All eyes were on Dean as he closed the door and ran a hand down his face. “Cole showed up, and he wants Y/N to have lunch with him.” Dean began, and Ellen was moving toward the door, quickly. “Easy. He’s gone, and she didn’t go with him. Me, Cas, and Benny are gonna go with her, since she wants to talk to him. I’ll keep her safe. I promise.”

That didn’t make them feel any better about the situation. “Looks like we might have no choice but to go with the plan. Didn’t think any of them would just show up here,” Mary sighed, glancing down at one of the legal documents in a file.

“Get the burner phones. I’m not letting her out of my sight,” Dean replied, all his nerves on edge. The ‘plan’ had been something the adults had come up with years ago, but with the discovery of the bunker her parents had built, they didn’t have to worry about hiding her. “Dad, can you pack up some of my stuff? I’ll pick it up later. I’m gonna stay with her in the bunker.”“Yeah, son,” John replied, hoping Dean could help her heal before her birthday, and they wouldn’t have to worry about dealing with the courts.

“There’s the old shed out back, we’ll hide her car there,” Bobby added with a heavy sigh, glancing at the door. “I’ll get Garth and Jack on it. Benny and Cas can help when they get back.”

“Just don’t forget what Sam said. We don’t know how long the two of you will be down there,” Mary told him sympathetically.

John had already dialed Sam’s number and was waiting for him to pick up, “Sam, you need to get back here. I can’t go into details on the phone. Can you fly out tonight?”

“Yeah, Dad. What’s this about?” Sam asked as he began gathering some things from his desk.

“It’s about that, and that’s all I can say,” John replied, being as cryptic as possible.

“I’ll text you with my flight info,” Sam replied before hanging up the phone.

John tucked his phone back into his pocket, “He’ll be here tonight.”Dean glanced at the door briefly before crossing his arms, “After I take her to this lunch thing, I’m gonna get her settled in the bunker. Then, I’ll pick up my stuff. Just the thought of her being anywhere near that creep makes me want to beat him to a bloody pulp.”

“You can’t lay a hand on him, remember that,” Jodi reminded him, fully aware of the gravity of the situation.

“Yeah, I know,” Dean grumbled, hating just how much the Vaughts had interfered in not only his life but also in Y/N’s.

Dean headed out of the office, finding Cas and Benny with Garth and Jack, all four of them keeping an eye on Y/N from a distance. “Cas, Benny, I need you two to come with me. She wants to at least hear Cole out, and I can’t touch him if he tries something.” He kept his voice down, mostly so she wouldn’t hear him.

“Of course, Dean,” Cas replied, concerned for both Dean and her.

“We’ll take my car,” Benny added, glancing over at her.

They’d all been just like the rest of the town, shunning her, and now… Now, things were different. They all looked at her like someone they needed to protect, not only for her own sake but for Dean’s as well. None of them could imagine why anyone would want to orchestrate such an elaborate, well-thought-out plan to force someone, especially someone as sweet as her, to be not only their wife but also forced soulmate.

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rotdistressxox · 7 months ago

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DARLINGGGGG GUESS WHOS BACK FROM THE PYSCHE WARD!!

im currently brainrotting over agito as you can see..can you write how you think he would meet reader and how their relationship would develop into romance with him? like actually i sat at work for like 15 minutes trying to think how but i actually cannot cook anything up.

(Also I'm seeing the ghost stuff and I'm interested...gonna have to do research for dis one☝️)

sorry if i keep sending you silly asks😞

—🪡 anon

JOIN US WE HAVE SEXY POPES WHO DOUBLE AS FRONTMEN AND FREAKY GHOULS. Listen to them, I highly recommend listening to the meliora and prequelle album before delving any deeper. Watch some YouTube videos abt the lore. PLUS THEY HAVE LITTLE EPISODES <3

Time for some more Cakemaster 9000

Phew, this took a while

Kanoh Agito: How does he fall for you?

• Like what I mentioned in one of the headcanons, you work for Katahara. While Agito doesn't directly work for him apart from beint his representative fighter, he's technically his family AND The Fang.

• However, you two hardly see eachother when on the job. BUT-

• You two visit the same coffee shop. He loves his morning Latte, and you love (insert your favorite Cafe drink here)

• When you first started working, you were surprised to see the Kanoh Agito at a small coffee shop.

• He usually greets and addresses you formally, not interested in any small talk.

• "Sheesh, what a stick in the mud" It's not that he was trying to be rude, but he did come off a little condescending when he greeted you. (He has tone issues)

• One day you woke up late and didn't have time to stop and get your usual.

• He notices your absence. "They can't be sick, they showed no signs of it two days ago"

• Long story short, he picks up your order and goes looking for you. Once he finds you, he stiffly hands it to you. "You were late I presume. I picked this up for you"

• Everyone in the room was shocked. The cold hearted Fang buying someone a drink? You smiled warmly and looked into his eyes "Thank you, this was very kind of you"

• His breathing hitched, and he felt speechless. Was he....flustered? "Don't let it happen again, you work for the Chairman afterall"

• You obviously didn't let it happen again....buuuttt it was super sweet how he seemed to care about you enough to get you something.

• To return the favor, you arrived earlier and got him his Latte. Listen, he was speechless before, now he was in shock. He didn't show it though. In his lifetime no one had ever bought him anything or returned a favor. There was a first time for everything.

• You saw through his attempt to hide the baffled expression on his face. It was kinda- cute.

• "Why have you done this?" "Why not? I'm just repaying you" "I-" "Shush, just take the drink, it's burning my hand"

• He has to get there before you now to ensure that he sees you. He's a bit friendlier with the greetings, too. Don't expect a smile though, just a softer glance in your direction.

• When he was around you, he didn't feel like he needed to be The Fang of Metsudo. You didn't hold him to any higher standard when you chatted, you didn't bother holding back a few curses. He felt as if his soul was on Earth instead of hanging in the balance.

• On one of your off days, the two of you get coffee and sit down for once. Finally having a slower paced discussion. It lasted a few hours, you did most of the talking while he had a response to almost anything. There was a lot he didn't know about pop culture.

• Coffee dates became your thing, even though it wasn't technically a date. More like two friends hanging out. Discussions got into deeper topics like pasts and whatnot.

• Agito decided that he could trust you, so he opened up about the Human Gu Ritual. He didn't know what trauma was, so you explained to him that his feelings and memories about that time in his life would be very traumatic.

• "I'm glad you could tell me that, but are you okay? If I had something like that on my chest I'd cry" "I'm quite alright, I'm not fazed in the slightest but I had no idea the caliber of the topic. I hope I didn't ruin the conversation"

• You tapped your cheek and sighed. "Have you ever been hugged before?" Agito thought for a second. The embracing gesture? The only physical contact he's hand was a pat on the shoulder or when he's fighting.

• "No, I don't think I have" "Well today's your lucky day, bring it in"

• He froze as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into you. His heartbeat raced as he thought of what to do. "Just tell me if you don't like it" you squeezed him gently. He awkwardly put his hand behind your back and rested it there.

• You let go after a few seconds, but he didn't want you to. "How was it?" You smiled.

• "I'm not sure" He smoothed out his suit, trying to relax himself after what just happened.

• A few days passed and you haven't seen him anywhere. He wasn't at work or at the coffee shop. You start to worry. Did you drive him away? Was the hug too much? Oh god was he dead?

• All the while Agito was keeping an eye on you from afar. Not letting you see him, but he could see you. He felt very fragile after that day, he almost felt ashamed. He wasn't good at managing his emotions. And what happened moved him in a way that frightened him.

• He summons the courage to talk to Katahara Metsudo about how he felt. He was the only parental figure he had in a sense.

• "You are a grown man. Is this really a difficult concept to grasp?" Katahara looked out the window of his office. "I'm inexperienced, these feelings are foreign to me"

• 'He's not referring to himself as we and us anymore, this must be serious' Katahara turned around. "To put it simply" he laughed "Tell (Reader) everything you told me"

• "I have a strong regard for you" Agito came clean. You know how I said there was a first time for everything? Well he had a hint of red on his cheeks. This beast of a man, blushing? Utterly adorable

• "So you're saying you love me?" That's the word. Love. He nodded. "Well. Say it then. There's nothing holding you back"

• He pauses for a moment, he's not exactly fond of eye contact. But this was for (Reader)

• "I love you"

• You wrap your arms around his waist again. "That's all I needed to hear"

• His lips curled into a smile as he looked down at you. You parted from the hug and tilted your head to the side. "Wanna go out to a restaurant sometime?"

• "Are you asking me out on...what is it that they call it...a date?" "Yes" you stated bluntly. Beating around the bush or teasing wouldn't get far in this situation.

• "We can talk about plans later, I have important matters to attend to" he look your hand and grazed his lips on you knuckles. Planting a small kiss on it.

• "Now where did you learn that?" "It's a romantic gesture they do on television" you bite your lip from calling him a dork.

• "I'll meet with you later about this date. Until we see eachother again" He leaves, and you're alone again.

• Man, you're already falling for him. It's not like you'd hate dating him. But you didn't want to be head over heels just yet. You looked at your knuckles and sighed "Ah what the hell, being love isn't that bad"

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #kenganverse #kengan ashura x reader #kanoh agito #agito kanoh #kanoh agito x reader

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lesbianabril · 10 months ago

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My S6 BTVS rewrite

I know this season has a lot of haters but I actually love season 6, I don't mind the depressing parts (meaning: most of the season) because I think it all makes sense for where the characters are at, and I think that after fighting a literal God having a season where the villain is Life really works storytelling-wise.

Having said that, though, I think that a lot of things could have been handled better and since all I have are correct opinions I'm gonna tell you what those are.

1. Willow's magic addiction

Basically I think they went too far when the magic became drugs in the most basic sense, when they start acting like she's "taking a hit" every time she uses it.

I think all of the important plot points could have been kept while making willow's addiction to magic about her need to be in control of everything (and everyone). Up to Tabula Rasa I wouldn't change anything, her use of magic is wrong because she starts using it to bend the world at her will, empowered by having successfully brought Buffy back to life.

After Tara leaves her she starts using even more magic while being reckless with it, she injures Dawn and she commits to stop using it because she realizes it wasn't healthy for her or for the people she loves.

I would eliminate Rack and his stupid crack house hide out, and everything that has to do with the physical withdrawal of going "cold turkey".

I think this also makes Willow responsible for her actions, while making magic = literal heroin absolves her of the blame, in the end. The fallout of having to deal with her dependence of it would also be way more compelling.

2. Spike's attempted r4pe

I would keep their toxic relationship and everything that led up to that god-awful bathroom scene, my only change is that I would make it so Spike is trying to turn her instead.

Hear me out. It would make a lot of narrative sense because all through the season he's trying to convince her she's a dark being just like him, he wants them to be equals because he doesn't think himself worthy of her so he's trying to lower her to his level. So, after Buffy rejects him again he's not thinking clearly and, in his desperation, tries the only thing he swore himself he wouldn't do since he loves Buffy because of her goodness.

After it happens, Buffy feels betrayed, Spike leaves and decides to try to get to her level, to truly change himself instead of trying to change her.

This is a minor thing too but in this rewrite after Spike leaves we don't know where he went and we don't see him again until the start of s7 when he already has his soul. I know this couldn't be done because of James Marsters' contract but in my dream s6 we don't know what happened to him so when we see him again everything about his sudden disappearence and current mental state is a mystery and we find out along with Buffy.

3. Xander dies instead of Tara

Ok maybe this one is based on my dislike of Xander and my love of Tara but I think this would work really well:

Willow and Tara haven't gotten together yet, Willow is working on her more controlling tendencies and they're just friends right now. When Warren shows up Buffy is in the garden with Dawn and Xander went up to Willow's room to talk to her, so both Buffy and Xander get shot, Dawn takes Buffy to the hospital and dark Willow is born after she's not able to revive Xander.

After that things are mostly the same, only this time we get a grieving Buffy trying to deal with the sudden loss of both of her best friends. She's devastated and a part of her says that yes, Warren deserves to die.

After everything happens and Willow is close to destroying the world, Tara is the one who shows up, she appeals to Willow's humanity and, through her love and compassion, saves the world.

#i think about this a lot #so here you go #tell me what you would have changed if u want i love buffy talk #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #btvs meta #spuffy #tillow #buffy #buffy s6 #btvs s6 #spike #mine

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luveline · 3 months ago

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If you’re looking for anything zombie!au for Steve, I’ve got a request! I sent it a while ago so if you don’t like the idea, please feel free to ignore!

I love that Steve has his own platonic soulmate—Robin—and has that person that will always be his friend no matter the circumstances. Their relationship means everything to me. I’d love to see reader maybe reunite with her “Robin”, as in her best friend and see her find that comfort in her person. Steve gets to see a new side of her and falls in love with her even more <3

zombie au —you reunite with your Robin. fem, 1.5k

“I’m grody.”

“You’re not grody.”

“I have greasy hair.”

You shrug. Steve’s hair is a tad greasy, but it’s nothing you wouldn’t run your hands through. “Steve, I don’t think anybody alive today is judging you for having greasy hair.”

You wanna call him baby, despite how foreign it can feel on your lips. He’s being adorable today, but the moment to dote on him passes quickly. Robin’s halfway across the campsite, her scratchy, mellifluous voice a ringer for her. You’d recognise it anywhere.

“New recruits!” she’s saying, her head turning past her friend Sarah to spot you and Steve as you approach. “Hey, guys! Look, I lived.”

Steve jogs until the gap between them is closed. “Hey, what did you do to your face?” he asks worriedly, his hand rising.

She ducks away from his touch. “I got totally sliced.”

“By who?”

“This girl, Mina, she thought I was a geek, how gross is that?” Robin smiles at you. “I’m not that ugly.”

“You’re not ugly,” you say.

“I know!”

Steve grins. “I wouldn’t be too sure.”

“I know you don’t think I’m ugly, Steven.”

You’re hit by two waves of memory, one after the other. The name Mina is hard to ignore: back then, before the end of the world, you had one good friend, and her name was Mina Delecki. You’d get into little spats like Steve and Robin do occasionally, but your friendship wasn’t as sarcastic. Which isn’t to say they aren’t loving, they are. Steve gives her arm a squeeze and promises to help her clean out the wound, and it reminds you of Mina and her scabbed knees.

“She was nice, besides the attempted murder. They looked like they haven’t eaten in weeks though, the whole group, I’m surprised they didn’t try and rob us.”

“Well, not everyone is evil,” Steve says, wiping Robin’s cheek with his sleeve. “You’re okay?”

“I’m fine. Does it look bad?”

“Might need a butterfly stitch,” he says, grimacing. “It’s definitely gonna scar. Where is this Mina? I’d like to give her a piece of my mind.”

“Steve, it was an accident.”

“Well, maybe she should be aware that accidents aren’t usually subdermal.”

“That’s a big word for you.”

You roll your eyes. “Guys, come one. Did you eat?” you ask Robin. “Let’s go find dinner at the mess.”

“Sure you’re okay?” Steve asks quietly.

Robin lets him dote, for once. He slings his arm over her shoulder and steers her to the mess —a porta-building with a designated team of cooks reminiscent of your setup back at the College. There’s a small line by the door, but it’s not as busy inside as you’re expecting. You can spot the newbies from their skinniness, and their dirty clothes, but it looks like some of them have had a wash by the river, dripping hair wetting the backs of their necks. One girl laughs into her bowl of stew. Another cries.

You know how it feels to be starving and afraid and then suddenly dropped into a community. It’s so scary, but it’s such a relief.

“You wanna sit down?” Steve asks, rubbing Robin’s back before he lets her go. “What about you?” he asks you, turning away from her to offer you the same nice smile. “I can get yours.”

“I’m alright.”

Robin slugs off to a table at the back. “She looks really tired,” Steve says.

They take Robin because she’s slight; she can fit into places a lot of people can’t. But Robin wasn’t built for fighting, she still isn’t, and she’s obviously tired.

“Well, maybe you should start putting your foot down,” you murmur, “you’re her family, so… if you say she shouldn’t go, maybe she won’t. And I don’t mean asking her not to. Maybe you should fight.”

“I don’t wanna fight with her.”

“Somebody took a slice out of her face,” you say.

You know Robin likes you, even loves you, but it doesn’t feel like your place to get into that stuff. If somebody is gonna convince her to stay, it’ll have to be him.

“I’ll talk to her about it.” He brings a hand to your waist. “I will, don’t worry. I don’t like it either.”

“Your hand is cold?” you say.

Steve tucks it quick as a flash behind your back, brushing your shirt up to touch naked skin. “Is it?”

“You jerk.” You laugh louder than you mean to and step away from his touch. “This is why you need dinner, you’re freezing to death.”

Steve tries to get you again. He grabs you at the side, the chill of his hands palpable as he pulls you into him. Not to hold, but to be close while you wait, to take up as little room as possible. You both prefer proximity to each other. You let him warm his hands on your hips.

You’re looking up into his face with a smile when someone says your name.

A melodic voice.

She says your name again and you feel it click. Mina’s on your mind, that’s all —yet you turn, and a familiar face is peeking out from behind wet, fine hair. An apocalypse, and somehow Mina Delecki hasn’t aged a day.

“Mina?” you ask, holding Steve’s wrist tight on instinct.

She rushes forward to meet you. Steve’s defences go up, his expression hardening as he pushes you behind him, but you slink around his rigid arm with a happy shout, “Mina!”

Steve lets you go. You weave around a full table of onlookers with pushed out chairs and meet her in the middle, where she throws herself at you, a whirlwind of smell and touch. “Holy shit,” she says, sounding immediately wrought with tears, and joy, too. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

You’re shocked out of speaking.

Mina leans back. She holds your cheek, beaming so brightly, you’d forgotten how pretty she was. She is.

“You’re alive!” she says, squishing your cheeks. “You’re here! Y/N, I looked for you!”

“You did?”

“I went to your house, you weren’t there, and we had to leave. I’m sorry, I thought… I missed you.”

You’re further surprised. You did? you almost ask. “I missed you too.”

She flings her arms around you for another hug. “I worried about you. Were you all alone?”

“No, uh, no, no,” —you shake your head against her— “I had Steve. I have Steve. What about you?”

“Well, my brother made us go to the Lake, but there was nothing that way, so we came back here. Thank god we did, ‘cos you’re here, this whole place, there’s so many people.”

“There used to be more.”

Mine squeezes you. “I missed you so much.”

Your eyes finally burn. “I missed you too,” you say, hiding as your voice cracks.

You and Mina just hug.

Your shoulders give an embarrassing shake under her hands.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she says, rubbing your back, her tone light, loving, and one you already know. “Don’t cry. I’m happy to see you, too.”

“I’m so happy.”

“That’s what I just said.”

You pull away from her to scrub your face. You’re laughing as you turn to Steve, excited, elated to introduce him. “Mina, this is Steve,” you say, taking his elbow into your hand, comforted by his arm slinking behind you. He pats your back. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“King Steve?”

Steve winces. “Just Steve.”

“He’s nice now,” you say, grinning, “total reformation.”

“Hi, Steve. My girl kept you alive, I’m guessing?” Mina gives him a smile, too. She’s only teasing, and Steve picks up on it easily.

“She did… Hey, you’re not the Mina that cut a chunk out of Robin’s cheek, right?”

“Hard to say. Which one’s Robin?”

—

“Sorry, does it hurt?” Steve murmurs.

Robin hugs her knees to her chest. “It’s fine, just be fast, please.”

Steve knows it hurts. He’s dousing her wound with an antiseptic, he thinks it’s iodine, doesn’t really know. It’s not brown, but it smells strong. He washes the outside of the wound with a sterile gauze soaked in bottled water, and he pats it dry. The butterfly bandage he applies sticks at an awkward angle, but he pulls it closed tightly.

“Sorry,” he murmurs again.

“It’s fine. At least she got a friend out of it.”

You sit a couple of metres away with some of the reserves of your candy haul and a few things you won’t miss. Socks, a sweater, a pack of chamomile soaps. Mina doesn’t want any of it, she just can’t seem to stop touching you. You’ve been holding hands for hours.

“She seems really nice,” Steve says.

“Gonna get jealous like you did with Eddie?”

“She didn’t know Eddie before, she just likes him, which is weird.”

“Not that weird.”

“Maybe I am jealous,” he says. It’s strange to watch you hold hands with a new person, but it’s not like you and Robin haven’t done the same. The trust between you has solidified, and you use each other like pillows when you want to. “I don’t think I am? It’s nice to see her like that.”

“Maybe you weren’t jealous at all, you just don’t like Eddie.”

Steve laughs.

There’s something about you, sitting there smiling, watching you talk a mile a minute as you explain something to her with no fear of judgement. You’re completely relaxed.

“It’s actually really nice… to see her like that.”

“You’re smiling like a creeper,” Robin says.

“Whatever.”

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virginsexgod69 · 7 months ago

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3| Stormy Weather

pairing Daryl Dixon x F! Reader

summary You and Daryl get to know each other while cooped up in the bathroom, hiding from the tornado

cw none! This chapter is chill, but kinda heavy in dialogue

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You and Daryl were both crammed in the empty bathtub, toe to toe with each of your knees to your chests. You didn’t know why you were in the bathtub, but it’s what you remember doing during tornadoes as a child. It was definitely awkward. The two of you sat in silence, avoiding eye contact.

“So,” you said, opening the door to awkward conversation, his blue eyes snapped up at you. “Did you have a camp before I found you?”

“Yeah. Lived in the prison with my group. You been here the whole time?” He asked. You sighed and nodded your head, not liking the direction the conversation you started was headed in. “Somewhat. A little after the outbreak, a couple of us took shelter here in my hus- ex husband’s cabin.” You cringed at your almost slip up.

“Anyway! How’d you get split from your group?” He told you about a man who called himself the Governor and the atrocities he committed on his group. You cringed at the story of what he went through. Because your cabin was in the middle of nowhere, you never really had run ins with any other people, save for the few times you’ve ran into people during runs. You hadn’t realized, or seen first hand how depraved people have become. You were grateful that it was Daryl who stumbled upon your cabin instead of someone like the man from his story.

“You by yerself now, too?” He asked.

“Nope. I shot a stranger and now he’s in an empty bathtub with me,” you joked in an attempt to lighten the somber mood. A small smile graced his handsome face at your joke. He didn’t need to know that you were all alone in your cabin because your scumbag of a husband abandoned you in the midst of the apocalypse, so you didn’t tell him.

“When the weather clears up, are you gonna go out lookin’ for your friends? You asked. He grunted in the affirmative. You couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy you felt. He had people and he seemed pretty dedicated to them. You wondered if they even knew how lucky they were to have someone who’d look for them when they got split up, instead of having someone who couldn’t wait to ditch them, like the people you had.

“How nice of you,” you bitterly remarked. You didn’t mean to come off so cruel, but for the first time since meeting Daryl, you noticed how lonely you really were. He didn't say anything, but just glared at you.

"I'm goin' to sleep. Wake me up if something happens." You got as comfortable as you could with your pillow and closed your eyes, willing sleep to come quickly.

A loud thud and the sound of glass shattering jolted you awake. You looked around hastily in your state of disorientation before your eyes landed on Daryl and everything started coming back.

"W-what happened?" you asked blearily.

"Think a tree fell through a window." Panic shot through your spine. You couldn’t afford any damage to the cabin. Not only was this your home which held so many memories, both good and bad, but this place has kept you safe from the outside’s dangers for so long. A broken window would compromise that.

“I need to go check, I’ll be back,” you said as you scrambled out the tub and rushed for the door.

“Ain’ no point in checkin’ now. Storm’s still goin’,” Daryl nonchalantly said from the empty tub. He was right and you knew it, but you couldn’t help but feel drawn to leave. Anxiety clawed at your chest causing you to pace in circles around the small bathroom.

“Wha’s wrong?” He asked, unable to tune out your nervous behavior. He wondered if it had anything to do with those two locked rooms.

“Nothin’, I’m just worried about my house is all,” you told the half truth.

“It’s gon’ be fine. It didn’ seem like the tornado’s gon come through here.” Whether he said that to comfort you or not, you couldn’t tell, but it did help you relax a little.

“Were you a meteorologist before all this or somethin’?” You teased.

“Nah,” came his reply. Suddenly interested in the man, you sat down on the ledge of the tub to question him further.

“What did you do before all this, anyway?”

He removed his thumb from between his lips before he replied with an unsatisfying “Nothin.” You raised your eyebrows at him in disbelief. You didn’t know much, or anything, about him, but people who do nothing don’t usually look like Daryl. “I highly doubt that, but I’m guessin’ this is a touchy subject.” Maybe, if he ends up staying here long enough, he’d open up eventually.

“I was a marriage counselor, which is kinda ironic since I couldn’t save my own marriage,” you said before laughing to yourself. You had a tendency to overshare when you felt an awkward silence needed to be filled and right now it was biting you in the ass. You bit your tongue to keep yourself from sharing more about yourself since Daryl seemed not to be in the mood for conversation.

“I jus’ stuck with my brother. Did what he did. Drugs an’ stuff like that,” he replied vaguely.

“Oh wow, I would’ve guessed you were a model or somethin’.”

“Wha’ makes ya think that?” He asked.

“Pfff, look in a mirror when you get the chance.” You wouldn’t even try to deny that the man was good looking. Whenever you made eye contact with him, you felt timid under his piercing blue gaze. When you turned to face him, his ears were a soft pink and the skin of his thumb between his teeth.

You were woken up by Daryl gently shaking your shoulder. You blinked your eyes open and saw him towering over you, standing outside of the bathtub.

“C’mon, storm’s calmed down,” he informed as he held a hand out to help you up, which you accepted. Heat tingled in your cheeks when your hand touched his warm one. Your uncertainty from earlier rapidly made a reappearance and you hurried out the bathroom with a curious Daryl not far behind. You sighed in relief when you saw that the living room was fine, relatively untouched by the horrid weather. You then hurried back down the hallway and dug around in your pants pockets until you pulled out a key. Daryl watched closely as you hurriedly unlocked the door. In truth, he wanted to get inside and see where you were hiding his stuff. Even though it was raining pretty hard again, he knew he’d find a sense of comfort knowing where they were in case he needed them beforehand.

When Daryl first found out those doors were locked, he figured you were keeping something like an armory or pantry out of his reach, considering that he was just a stranger in your home. When you opened the door, he realized that he couldn’t be more wrong.

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WOO! 3rd chapter, hell yea! >=] thanks for reading <3333

maybe this was kinda obvious, but i have no idea what to do during a tornado! i'm more of an earthquake girlie

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kwinsispn3 · 11 days ago

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Camping

@saturn-mydarling asked: hey Kay! love your sister!winchester fics btw :))) I was wanting to request a fic where the winchesters (and 13-15 year old sister) go camping? I think it would be really funny (and lots of fluff/no angst pls) also maybe include castiel? honestly just let your imagination run wild but I'd like it to be something humorous pls :) tysm and love your works. keep it up <3 [also NO j*hn winchester please & ty]

Pairings: Dean, Sam, & Cas x sister!reader (written from y/n’s pov.)

It was not often the 3 of us would get to go on a vacation. Let alone, have time off in general. So when Dean said we were all going camping, I was so excited, I pretty much started packing immediately.

“We’re going camping?! Like, for real camping with a tent and all?” I asked hopeful.

"Yeah! Why not." Dean smirked.

"Yup. We thought we could get some time away from these walls. Cases have gone cold for a while, so let's do something enjoyable while we can." Sam elaborated.

"EEEE! When are we going then?" I asked excitedly.

"Soon as we pack the car...."

"And, probably get some more camping stuff." Sam cut in, knowing it had been a while since they've had the camping essentials.

I could already picture it now, falling asleep under the stars. I always loved the outdoors. Most people think of forests and woodsy areas as scary, eerie, but not me. I’ve always found them so peaceful, if you stay still and silent, it’s so serene. You can hear almost nothing but the sounds of nature existing, trees creaking and moving with the wind, birds, small animals, leaves falling.

It had been so long since I’d gone camping, if at all. I think I went camping as a kid a few times with my dad and brothers. My closest thing to camping after that was our stakeouts, whether that be waiting in a cemetery at night or sitting outside the impala in front of someone’s property. The next day, Dean and I went shopping at the farm and fleet. Of course, he had to argue with me over what was "real camping" and what was not.

"There's no firewood just sittin' out in stacks in the wild. You gotta chop down your own."

"Well, are you gonna spend 2 hours or so chopping down a tree?"

"Maybe I will.." Dean smirked, walking past me to look further down the aisle.

"Ok, we're gonna need stuff to ignite fires. Matches, a little lighter fluid..." I glanced at my list.

"Yeah? That's the easy way to start a fire, the cheating way. That ain't real camping." Dean shook his head.

"When have you ever started a fire with your bare hands?"

Dean paused and rolled his eyes. We finished going through my list and checked out. That night we packed the car and our individual duffels. We set out the next morning to a state park about an hour and a half away, just far away enough from the bunker we call our home. Cas paid us a visit, just as we were on our way out the door.

"Dean, Sam, y/n... Hello." Cas addressed each of us.

"Hey, Cas, what's goin on?" Dean greeted him.

"I wanted to see how you all were doing, is everything alright?" Cas asked with a bit concern.

"Yeah, we uh... Don't worry, leads are cold, it's been radio silent for a while. Our last case was like, a month ago." Sam assured.

"Oh. Well, what are you all up to?" Cas asked, visibly relaxing.

"We're going camping. Wanna come?" I asked.

"Well, okay." He agreed. "Cool, we're leaving now!"

"Cas, do you need to bring anything?" Sam asked.

"Sam, he's an angel. I think he's good." I replied for Cas.

"I, do have my own toothbrush." Cas voiced plainly.

Dean paid the campground fee and we pulled into a spot in the corner, away from most of the other campers. First thing we did was set up our tent. We splurged a little and got a 10 person tent, which was going to be so nice, we'd all have our own space. I scattered the pieces all around, Sam picked up the instructions and started reading. Dean on the other hand, started attempting to put the tent together. He fumbled around with the pieces for a while before a few that he got put together, came tumbling down.

"Really?!" Dean threw his hands up in the air.

"y'know, sometimes it helps to read instructions!" Sam chuckled.

"Why didn't we just get one of those pop up tents??"

"Because, it was an extra hundred dollars!" I reminded him.

Once the tent was set up, I arranged all the foam sleeping pads and draped our sleeping bags over them. The boys unpacked their things on their sides. Cas sat outside the tent on a fallen tree, gazing around the campsite.

"So, what do we do now?" Cas asked.

"We do camping stuff." I said like it was obvious. Cas just kept looking at me confused. "Go on a hike, go fishing, swim in the lake... we can make a fire when it gets late to tell stories, roast marshmallows and s'mores..." I went on.

"I'm not swimming in no lake." Sam chimed in.

"Yeah, cus Sam hates fun. Also, he's like a cat and hisses anytime he's near water." I joked.

"The fuck is your problem?" Sam tossed a towel at my head. I made crazy eyes at him.

We all went for a walk after that. I said a hike, but Dean didn't like that I referred to it as a hike, so we were going for a walk. I could hear both my brothers swatting at mosquitos behind them, majority of the time. "My god, it is too buggy for this." Sam cringed, slapping his arm.

"Are we almost back to the campsite?" Dean whined.

"Yeah, why? You gettin' tired?" I turned around.

"....No...." He looked super bothered.

"Don't wear so much cologne next time." I laughed.

"Shut up."

“So what is the point of this?” Cas asked, awkwardly holding a stick.

We all started the fire once the daylight dimmed. I love s’mores, s’mores are the best. But they taste the best when you’re camping, or outdoors. When you have s’mores on a regular occasion it just isn’t the same. I greedily gathered all of the ingredients to get the s’mores started. We all had to find our own sticks on the walk/hike because Dean didn’t think it was necessary to buy sticks.

“There’s no point. But if there was, it would be delicious and fun tradition.” I said.

“Dean, would you stop eating all the ingredients!” Sam scolded at Dean, who was popping marshmallows out of the bag. I laughed when I looked over and saw Dean’s face. He had to have had at least 3 to 4 giant marshmallows stuffed in his mouth.

I put one on my stick and got the roasting started. The 3 guys gathered around the fire too. Castiel sat there for a moment, observing our actions and soon mimicking them. He reached out with his marshmallow stick towards the fire and let his sit in the flames. He kept it there without moving it until it caught fire.

“Um, my dessert has burst into flames.” Cas said with no urgency whatsoever.

“You can’t just hold it there forever, Cas. Take it out, blow on it!” Dean pointed out.

Cas held up the stick that had a flaming torch at the end of it. He attempted to blow on it, but it wasn’t strong enough. “Guys, what do I do?” He shook the marshmallow around, causing it to fling off the stick and into the grass. I stood up and walked over to the small flame in the grass, stomping on it until the flame was extinguished.

Cas lowered his head. "I'm sorry, y/n."

"Cas, don't worry about it." I laughed lightly, realizing the angel had never done such things before, it probably seemed so silly.

As the sun continued to set, we started telling scary stories, mainly ghost stories. It was so much fun having a fire going as our only source of light, in the middle of the woods, a full moon right above us that we could see through the clearing of the trees.

"And as the story goes, the first thing you'll hear is the snapping of sticks beneath its paws. Then, you can hear its breath when it gets real close." I was telling a story about a wolf that was tied to these woods with a curse, describing it kind of like a hellhound.

"Man, that is so... stupid." Dean's voice flooded with sarcasm.

"Ok fine. But when you hear it's claws tearing into the tent, don't come crying to me." I shrugged.

Sam put out the fire, the three of us then zipped ourselves up in the tent for the night. I found my sleeping bag, and happily enclosed myself in the thick sack of warmth. It wasn't hard for me to get comfortable, but I could tell the boys were having a hard time. They shuffled around the nylon ground of the tent, whisper shouting at each other when one would accidentally kick the other. Cas, of course, did not sleep. He sat outside the tent, guarding it in a way.

It was around half way through the night when Sam and Dean were awoken by a sudden noise.

"What was that?" Dean mouthed to Sam. He shook his head, keeping still and trying to listen. That's when they heard a stick snapping in the distance. Dean's eyes widened, he sat up slowly.

"Dude, will you relax... it's probably just an animal." Sam whispered as he watched Dean already gripping his gun tightly.

"Or a damn wolf?!" He justified.

Sam rolled his eyes, turning back over when they heard a low huffing breath. Right next to the tent.

Sam whipped his head back around, signaling to Dean that he in fact heard that one. Dean started to try and unzip the tent as quiet as possible, until a loud ripping erupted on the side of the tent. The two brothers then scrambled to get out of the tent, jostling me around in the process and waking me up.

"Guys, what the hell?!" I yelled out, watching the tent door open. Dean and Sam ran into Cas, nearly knocking him over as they rushed past him. Once they were out in the open, they clicked on their flashlights and held up their weapons in every direction.

"Where is it?!" Dean shouted at anyone.

"Where's what?" I yelled annoyed, poking my head out of the tent. "You're letting the bugs in!!" I closed the tent behind me.

"The cursed wolf! I heard it that time." Sam explained.

"There is no cursed wolf! I was making that shit up as I went."

"B-but the sticks..."

"A-and the breathing...."

"I believe that was my bad." Cas spoke up, putting a stop to the rambling Winchesters'.

"I was trying to find the zipper on the tent, it was dark."

Just then, another snapping noise was heard in the area. Everyone tensed up. Sam shone his light where the noise was coming from, showing a little fox running away. Everyone's eyes fell on the little creature, letting out a big sigh. "Y'all are somethin' else." I huffed, crouching my way back into the tent.

Sam and Dean shared a frustrating look, then turning to Cas. "Cas, why were you coming in the tent?" Sam asked, pocketing his weapon. "I was coming to sit inside, these small insects will not leave my vessel alone." He gestured to the open. Dean let out a small huff.

"Man, I hate camping."

"Me too."

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