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#5

Hiya! I adore your writings! I wanted to ask how would the boys confess to their crush?

Aww, thank you! :D I have done Arthur, Sean and Micah for this ask, I hope that's ok. Hope you enjoy! It's mostly all SFW, though Micah is... Micah.

It's Just a Little Crush!

Arthur Morgan

You’ll be lucky if you ever find out!

The man will first repress any feelings he has for you, chalking things up to just being impressed with your skills and appreciating the work you do around camp. He doesn’t ACTUALLY have feelings for you, he just thinks you’re a pretty good person to have around.

But truth be told, he finds himself making excuses to stay in camp when you’re there or riding out with you on jobs. He’s something of a worry wort and keeps an eye on you, then feels bad for looming over you like a hawk!

When he has to stay away from camp he thinks fondly about your smile and laugh, and how much you make him smile and laugh. He misses the sound of your voice, the way you affectionately pat his arm and feed his horse peppermints when you think Arthur isn’t watching.

Really, it’s only when he’s away from you that he realises how he’s fond of you and debates for an eternity about telling you how he feels.

If he’s unable to move pass how he feels, then he might tell you, but it could be a year or more until he actually does reveal all!

If he does, he’s very earnest, but also terrified that you might reject him. He’ll nervously glance up at your face, trying to guess what you’re thinking and feeling.

‘Ain’t goin’ to lie anymore, darlin’, I’ve grown sweet on ya. Have felt that way for a while. I know I ain’t a good man, don’ deserve ya, but I do… like yer quite a bit.’

Sean MacGuire

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302 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

#4

So I have an request

I need in my life sort of grumpy/ sunshine and enemies to lovers trope!

Of course Arthur being grumpy and Reader teasing and annoying him for fun!

Might be with smut, with angry Arthur showing reader that her teasing must come to an end. 😏 tho I really need how their relationship would develop 🙏🙏

Hello, I hope this is ok :) I've only done a bit of fluff and a short hc. I'm going to pace myself with smut writing, so this is just the beginning of the relationship. Hope you enjoy!

When Arthur meets you for the first time he’s not in the best of moods. He had slept poorly the night before, hadn’t eaten well all day, been pissed off by Micah and because he got back late, he didn’t even get a decent serving of stew - just the burnt bit at the bottom.

So safe to say he’s a grumpy boy who isn’t interested in entertaining folk and plans to just sulk rest on his cot.

But he’s grabbed by Mary-Beth and Tilly who insist he has to meet the new gang member.

Arthur grumbles mightily, but is eventually forced over to where you were chatting with Sean. He immediately notices your big grin and eyes sparkling with mirth. He does his best to ignore the swooping sensation in his chest, when he hears you laugh.

Mary-Beth introduces you both and you offer him a hand to shake. Arthur scowls and gives it a half-hearted shake, more to hide the fact he is immediately intrigued by you than actual contempt or dislike.

‘Let me guess, they keep you around for your sense of humour and winning smile?’ you tease.

Sean cackles, Arthur scowls further and stomps off to his cot. He does his best to write in his journal and focuses on the previous events of the day, but he can’t help his eyes drifting over to you and writing just a very small paragraph.

‘If they’re making Sean and Uncle laugh like that, then I fear we have collected another fool for their entertainment, rather than someone who could be useful!’ he writes. He does feel a bit bad about it come the morning, but the writing remains in his journal.

Annoyingly, over the next few weeks you prove yourself beyond useful. You’re a quick, accurate shot, a keen thief with light fingers and, more importantly to Arthur, an excellent horse rider who cares for their horse a good deal.

Not that he gives you a lot of praise. Arthur scolds and dismisses your work, not wanting you to get cocky or arrogant. The fact that you don’t even let his barbs and comments bother you irritates him more.

You’re constantly making jokes and quips at his expense, though he’s fortunate the rest of the gang never seem to be around when you do.

‘You know, if you keep frowning like that the wind might change and then you’ll be stuck- Ah, I think it might be too late actually!’

‘Beans, beans and more beans isn’t actually the full three course meal you seem to think it is!’

‘You can laugh at my jokes, you know. It’s probably causing you great internal harm to not do so!’

‘Tell a funny one then and I’ll think about it!’

‘Uncle’s ass?’

‘That ain’t a joke.’

‘Yeah, it’s a crime against humanity!’

He actually manages a snort of laughter after that.

‘But seriously, why are you always so grumpy? Whatever did I do?’ You flutter your eyelashes at him in a pretence of innocence and Arthur ignores the little flip his stomach does.

‘You waste everyone’s time with yer nattering and jokes and nonsense!’

‘Oh, but Arthur, nattering and jokes and nonsense are all I have! You can’t take it away from me.’

‘Get enough of it from Sean, don’ need more of tha’!’

‘I think you enjoy it really!’ a teasing smirk on your face.

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311 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#3

Happy Birthday, Mr Morgan

As requested by @mrs-morgan-13 here's my 'Arthur receives a birthday gift and is flattered because generally his birthday goes unnoticed and you both have a crush on each other, but because you're both as dumb as rocks neither of you realise it' fic :D

Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None, tis all fluff.

It was a warm day in the Lemoyne countryside, but then that wasn’t exactly a surprise. The last week had been a mad rush of moving from Horseshoe Overlook to a spot that was close to Rhodes and near Flat Iron Lake. You were relieved about that, glad that the occasional cool breeze would drift lazily across the still water and provide some relief from the midday heat.

You couldn’t exactly blame anyone else for forgetting, especially because since Blackwater you had all been trying to get by and salvage what you could. The last few days of setting up camp, hunting, fishing and repairing tools, clothes and wagons had filled everyone’s time. There wasn’t much money or inclination for anyone to celebrate birthdays. Though Jack would remind anyone who listened that his was on 15th January, just in case it had been forgotten!

Most birthdays went unremarked, perhaps some drinks and songs in the evening, but you hadn’t gone out for a proper celebration for anyone’s birthday in a long time. Gifts, cards and cake wasn’t considered a necessity that the Van Der Linde gang should waste precious funds on. You understood the reasoning why, but when you scored $40 last week, you decided to buy a gift for a gang member whose birthday was coming up soon.

Arthur wouldn’t expect anything for his birthday, but you knew how hard he worked. How busy he was and how much he gave to the gang. Hell, even that day he had left camp early to go out on a job. So you were left waiting by the large oak tree that dominated the centre of camp, hoping he would return. Knowing your luck, he wouldn’t even come back tonight and would camp out somewhere for a week!

You hoped he would like your gift. It was quite difficult to know what to get the man. A horse would’ve been the best gift, but that was certainly something out of your budget! In any case, Arthur preferred to capture and tame the horse himself. It was how he got you your beautiful Blue Roan Nokota that you called Misty. You adored her with all your heart and so it felt right to at least thank him properly with a birthday gift.

You heard heavy footsteps coming towards you and looked up to finally see the man himself, returning back to camp. Arthur was heading towards his own wagon and gave you a two fingered wave as he walked by. You quickly got to your feet and followed him. Hopefully, you could speak to him before anyone else did and dragged him off on another job!

‘Hi, Arthur!’ you called out and smiled as he turned around.

‘Hello,’ he replied, tossing his hat down on the nearby table. He gave you a warm smile, then looked at you with some suspicion in his gaze. ‘Can I help yer?’

‘No, well… I’ve got something for you.’

He looked a little confused by the notion. ‘Why?’

You smiled at him gently. ‘It’s your birthday, Arthur. You remember? You told me it was 30th June.’

He was unbuckling his gun belt and looked up frowning. You watched his lips moved as though he was working out what day you were on and then sudden realisation appeared on his face. You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out at his raised brows and slightly opened mouth.

‘So it is!’ He let out a sigh. ‘Hardly feels like it has been a year.’

You nodded. ‘Yes, so happy birthday, Arthur.’

He chuckled at that and put the gun belt away in the chest by his bed. ‘Thank you.’

You pulled out his present from your pocket. You had wrapped it in some old newspaper you had found and tied it up with one of your ribbons. A dark blue one that you no longer wore but kept for sentimental reasons. You extended the gift towards him and he finally looked down at it.

‘Oh, you didn’ have to do tha’.’ He pushed the gift back towards you.

‘But I did,’ You extended it to him again. ‘And it’s useful. It’s a useful, practical, boring gift like you.’ Arthur smiled slightly and grudgingly placed his hand out for the gift. You passed it to him and felt your cheeks warm on hearing Arthur’s soft rumble of laugh.

‘Yer too stubborn.’

He untied the ribbon and pulled away the paper, revealing the knife you had brought. You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile, as Arthur gave a low whistle of approval. It had certainly cost a little more than you would usually spend, but you wanted to show Arthur that he deserved something nice and that you at least appreciated everything he did.

His fingers carefully traced over the engraved stag on the blue steel blade, then tested the weight of the ebony wood handle. He placed his thumb against the edge of the blade, seeing how sharp it was. You smiled as his focused was drawn to the knife. It looked like your gut had spoken true and Arthur liked his gift.

‘I know you lost the knife you liked in Blackwater, so I thought-’

‘It’s perfect,’ he said, looking up at you. You pressed your lips together with happiness and felt the warm flush on your face once more. His gaze was intensely fixed on yours and you could have quite easily drowned in the blue-green depths. ‘Thank you.’

‘You’re welcome,’ you breathed out.

Arthur pulled out the old knife he had been using from the holster, then replaced it with the new blade. ‘Yer know, heard tale that it was bad luck to give yer sweetheart a knife as a gift.’ He suddenly finished fussing with the knife and looked back up at you nervously. ‘Not that I’m saying yer my sweetheart or tha’ it would be bad luck-!’

‘I know,’ you reassured him, though felt a swirling, nervous feeling in your gut. Perhaps you shouldn’t have wanted to be Arthur Morgan’s sweetheart, but the suggestion buzzed around your head like an excitable gnat.

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362 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#2

OH NO! HE'S HOT AND EMOTIONALLY REPRESSED BECAUSE OF HIS TRAGIC BACKGROUND! 😭😭😭🥵🥵🥵

399 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

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Distraction

leroy jethro gibbs x reader

fluff, drinking, mentions of sex, death,

based on earlier seasons

AN: ahh my first NCIS little drabble! requests are open so request something!

The moon was shining into the windows of the dimly lit bar. It defiantly wasn’t the nicest one you’d ever been in, but when a old friend insisted on bringing you, you gave in.

She had been babbling to you, for days, about the man who owns it and how they are sleeping around with each other. She continued to then beg for you to come and check it out, then maybe bring some of your coworkers so the guy she liked so much could have more customers.

“Come on Y/n!” Your friend, Elise, whined. She sat up from her position on the couch in your apartment, and locked her fingers around your wrist to get you to stand. “Let’s go! It’s a good place! Popular! Fun! Drinks are cheap,” She was very cheery and trying her hardest to convince you as well.

“Not now,” You groaned, trying to use your weight to stay on the couch. “Brandon is coming over and I had plans to have a nice dinner with him,” You told her, the girl giving up.

Brandon was your current boyfriend, for about two months. Both of you were always incredibly busy with your jobs, him a FBI agent, you a NCIS special agent. So, it made it very difficult to truly see each other and have fun.

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He was helping with the investigation due to the victim of the crime (at the time) being a old navy friend of his. They were going to meet up and try to regain a old friendship before the man was murdered. But Brandon decided to stay a bit and try to help with the case, to find his friends murderer, and to talk to you a bit more.

“A shame to see him go. Wish I’d have see him sooner,” Brandon admitted, rubbing his eyes a little while staring at the body bag.

“I’m sorry for your loss Agent Jordon,” You put a arm on his shoulder and he looked down at you with a small smile. “Trust us, we’ll find him,” You tried to reassure him.

“Thank you Agent L/n,” He nodded, turning fully around to face you now, while they lifted up the body bag to carry it into the van. “I would hope it will be okay if I join you with finding him,” He looked towards you for a answer.

“Oh! Well, uh, I-”

“Talk to your supervisor,” Gibbs interrupted, throwing a camera into your hand. “We still need to hear about your alibi. L/n, get to work on those photos. Todd!” He called out to the other female agent who was walking over with DiNozzo.

“Yeah, Gibbs,” She walked over, fixing the hat that was covering a bit too much of her face than she wanted.

The park was empty, they had found the body slumped up next to a tree with a cup of coffee in hand, which was going to be tested by the lovely Abby, along with everything else he had on him.

“You and DiNozzo go ahead and check out the areas around here, take another camera,” He commanded Todd and DiNozzo, who soon left. “L/n, pictures,” He snapped, now standing right next to you. You quickly nodded and left to go do the job by taking some more pictures of where the body formally was.

“Sir, I hope you’ll let me join you on this investigation. I was at my office, up until I got news of his murder, you can check with coworkers of mine and even my boss,” Brandon told Gibbs, hands now in his pockets and pulling out the FBI badge.

“I know what you are,” Gibbs sneered, motioning for him to put it away. “We don’t need FBI for this, it’s our job,”

“Just for a extra eye, nothing more, I just want to know I did all I could do to get justice for my friend,”

“Come on Gibbs,” You piped up, walking over with the camera in hand and zippering up your jacket with the other. “A extra hand, another person to boss around, and that person being a FBI agent. It kinda sounds like something you might want,” You joked, slowly lowering your voice as his intimidating gaze was put on you. “Or not?”

“I obviously don’t boss you around enough that you feel the need to bother me instead of doing your job,”

“I took the photos!” You lifted up the camera and pulled up a photo of something you found near the body. “Looks like boot marks on the grass, they were bigger and I measured, bigger than our victim. That can help narrow down the search, they were also heavier boots, something someone who’s in the navy might wear,” You handed him the camera and walked to stand across from him, next to Brandon.

“You’re good,” Brandon complimented, smiling down at you.

“Than-”

“It’s the bare minimum, let’s go,” Gibbs, once again, interrupted, and the three of you started walking to his car. “Y/n, up front with me,” He commanded and you quickly jumped in the seat.

“So, can I help?” Brandon asked after there were a few minutes of silence.

“As long as you don’t get in our way,”

Once you made it back to the iconic building, you were excited to show Brandon around a bit, DiNozzo and Todd already doing some research based on some things they found.

“Oh! The autopsy is where Ducky is working at the moment. You have to go and see down there, but Ducky is a talker, so be warned. Sometimes I go down there, on paperwork days, to learn more about anatomy,” You informed the Agent who was happily listening besides you.

“L/n, you are at work, during your work hours, where you get payed to do work. Also known as working on the case, not giving tours, he can figure it out himself,” Gibbs commented, dropping off a couple of files at your desk. You let out a little groan, and apologetic smile to Brandon and walked back to your desk. “Figure out his closest friends, got it, people he was closely working next to,”

“Yes sir,” You plopped yourself down and started to open a file when another chair was soon pulled up.

“Boss is in a extra bad mood today, huh?” DiNozzo laughed, grabbing one of the files near you.

“Big surprise,” You rolled your eyes, flipping to the next page.

“I’ve got a feeling he doesn’t like little FBI agent,”

“Well of course not, he is a FBI agent after all,”

“I’m thinking for another reason,” DiNozzo sent you one last smirk before rolling his chair back to the desk next to you.

“What’s tha-”

“Need help?” Brandon wondered, pulling up a extra chair and grabbing a file. The two of you chatted while going through it. Gibbs down checking in with Abby and then Ducky to see what more they could find out.

Soon, you were all able to find out who exactly killed the victim, leaving to go to the home the man was with another navy agent. You and Brandon took the front of the house, Gibbs and Dinozzo taking the back entrance of the farm house and land, going to check where some animals were located. Todd and Mcgee then headed to a shed that was also present on the land.

You looked back at Brandon, who nodded at you, signaling it was okay to open the door, and you turned the knob. Walking into the entrance and started to sweep the area with your gun in front of you. Brandon motioned you over to a door where he was hearing noises and soon swung it open.

“Liam Han! Put the gun down!” You yelled at him, then pressing your ear piece and letting the rest of the team know you had found the man. You watched the life drain out of the mans face, the first beam of sweat truly drip down, the way his eyes widened every so slightly, and his gun quickly moving to be aimed at Brandon.

You soon shot the mans arm while he shot Brandons leg, other agents soon rushing in and putting Liam into handcuffs and helping the petty officer, who was kidnapped, out of his seat.

“Agent Jordon,” You got on your knees besides him, looking at the wound which seemed to hit a bit below his knee. “Don’t worry medics are on their way, um, are you okay?”

“I might be FBI, but I tend to due more paperwork than field work,” He laughed a little, clutching the wounded leg.

“Why wouldn’t you inform us of that?” Gibbs asked him, same tone in his voice like always.

“It’s not like I’m never on the field, I know what to do,” He didn’t look at Gibbs at all just looking at you. “But hey, maybe this little wound will make it more convincing for you to let me take you out on a date,” He smiled widely, despite his bloody leg.

“Uh.” You looked at him in disbelief and Gibbs rolled his eyes.

“Might as well call of the medics,” Gibbs commented, moving towards the door.

“Wait! No! I still need them!” Brandon called out after.

“That’s something I’m gonna have to try,” DiNozzo mentioned.

“Yeah, ‘cause it would be real charming if you did it,” Todd added.

“Sure,” You told him, laughing a bit while the medics came in to truly address his leg.

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Two more dates, after the first one, he soon asked you to be his girlfriend and the two of you have been going strong for two months!

“I’m in town, please, do this one thing for me!” Elise continued to beg.

“And I never see Brandon,” You fired back. “I’ll think about it, but your flight is tomorrow, so you better go spend the last of that time with your boy toy and I’ll email you,” She quickly nodded and grabbed her stuff, saying a quick goodbye.

A few hours later Brandon arrived to your apartment, yet, not so thrilled to see you. He had a stressed look on his features and no bags in his hand, just a frown and a envelope.

“Brandon?” You got up from the couch you’d been waiting on for the past two hours and slowly walked over to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I think we should break up,” His eyes connected with yours, tears littering the edge of his eyes.

“Wha-why?”

“I need to focus on my work, I’ve always wanted to be a unit chief and in order to gain that goal, I need to do better at my job, and that means cutting off any distractions,” He explained, placing the envelope on your kitchen counter.

“Distractions?”

“I don’t mean for it to come off in a rude way, but this is just the best for me, and now you can even focus on your work more and how to deal with a insane boss,” He lightly laughed, slowly walking to you a patting your shoulder. “I hope to see you soon,” He turned back to the door and left like he was never there.

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That’s how you found yourself in the crappy bar. Elise sure talked it up enough to make it sound decent, but in all reality is was one of the worse you’ve ever been too. But the drinks were kind of good and cheap, so staying a little longer didn’t seem so bad.

Later, when you indulged in a few more weeks, you realized it would be best to head back, yet Elise was off having fun with her boy and you came here with her, in her car.

“DiNozzo,” You spoke into the phone, coughing a bit afterwards. “Pick me up,”

“You’re drunk?” He asked into the phone. “Weird, I’ve only seen that a few times. Not pretty,” He laughed. “Would love to, we’ll not really, but I’m with this smoking hot blonde and she wants to do it in the shower, later,” He hung up, leaving you to dial another friend.

“Y/n?” Caitlins voiced echoed through the phone. “What’s up?”

“I’m drunk, and want to sleep, pick me up Cait, please?”

“I’m out with my family, maybe ask Abby?”

“At some weird rock concert,” You groaned. “I’m not even a crazy drunk, or that drunk, but I don’t feel comfortable driving and I just want to sleep,” You complained.

“I’ve got to go, good luck,” Caitlin then hung up, leaving you to let your forehead fall onto the bar counter.

“Ugh, I guess I have no choice,” You groaned, again, and dialed a number you were dreading to call.

“L/n? It’s late, what is it?”

“Gibbs, I need to call in a favor,” You quietly voiced into the phone.

“What’s this, favor?”

“Can you pick me up,”

���You sound twelve,”

“I can’t drive and everyone’s busy, come on, for me?”

“Tch, I was finally making some real progress on my boat, but now I have to go and save a dumb drunk coworker of mine,” He grumbled underneath his breath, which was still able to be heard through the phone. “Tell me the address,”

You soon told him and hung up. Paying the money you owed the bartender and getting your purse all ready for when the grey-haired man would show up.

“This place is a dump,” A familiar voice muttered, stepping through the door. “What the hell?”

“Gibbs!” You shot up and tumbled your way towards him. “I absolutely hate this place, and fuck-”

“Woah,” He caught your body which just about fell onto him. “You sure can talk normally but not walk normally,” He noted, swinging one of your arms to fall onto his shoulders and his to snake around your waist.

Since the place was about deserted it was easy to get a parking spot in the front and guide you to the car. Once Gibbs opened the passenger door you flopped down, and Gibbs leaned over to buckle your seatbelt, your eyes closed.

“Fell asleep, already, damn, I don’t know where you live,” He mumbled, getting into the drivers seat and pulling out of the nasty bar.

“Gibbs,” You whispered, stirring around in the chair and moving one of your hands to reach for his thigh, though his full attention was already on you, the red beaming onto your features.

“Y/n,” He spoke again, ignoring the hand that was rested on his more lower thigh. “I’m taking you to my place, I have a extra bedroom so it shouldn’t be a problem. And if it is, I don’t care because you’re the one who decided to get drunk,”

“Mmk,” You hummed. “Gibbs,”

“Yes?” He moved his attention back to the road, the color changing.

“You’re my favorite agent,” You laughed a little after, now the true side affects of when you were sleepy and drank too much, kicking in.

“Thanks, I guess,”

“Am I yours?”

“Sure,”

“Good,” You closed your eyes again, letting a grin take over your features. “Gibbs,”

“Yes,” He said with a bit more irritation this time.

“I miss Brandon,”

“Weren’t you supposed to see him tonight?”

“He broke up with me, said I was a distraction. So he needs to cut me off and focus now. Am I a distraction to you?”

“Yeah,” He chuckled a little at the droppy tone of your words and the funny memories of you flashing through his mind at the question. “But sometimes distractions are a good thing. Like distracting you from the troubles that just can’t be fixed at the moment, that’s what you do for me, so it isn’t a horrible thing,”

“Ah,”

“Brandon was a idiot anyway,”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause he was FBI,”

“Yeah, that’s true, but,” Gibbs stopped for a moment, thinking about the words he was about to mutter, contemplating if he was willing to take the risk or not. “He’s also a idiot for getting rid of a distraction like you,”

“You mean that? Gibbs I-” You stopped your sentence after feeling a pair of lips being pushed up against your own. You opened you eyes wide to look at the man who had connected his with yours. “Gibbs what about rule-”

“Who cares, I made the rules, therefore I can break them,” He smirked, grabbing the hand in his lap. “Let’s head to my house and get you to bed and some medicine in your stomach for the hangover you’re going to have tomorrow,”

“Oh, okay,”

“After I finish up on my boat,”

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pieces - chapter one

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca sees her again in the most unexpected place.

rating: M (drug abuse, mention of sexual abuse in later chapters) word count: 2,100

ao3 link

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“Any messages, Gina?”

Beca Mitchell strode out of the elevator, high heels clicking on marble flooring on her way to her office.

Her assistant rushed to walk alongside her, notebook opened as she handed Beca her second coffee of the day, which Beca took with an appreciative smile.

“Mr. Mendes needs to push back his meeting to Thursday, and Mr. Hozier-Byrne is waiting for a call back, preferably before 2 as he’s five hours ahead.”

Beca rounded the corner to her office and dragged her leather desk chair back, shrugging off her woolen trench coat and draping it over the back. “Got it, remind me what I have planned today?”

“You’re having lunch with Mr. Zimmer at the Plaza to discuss Jesse’s project, and apart from the weekly team meeting at five, you’re expected at Edgy Reggie’s party from 10 pm at the Sapphire.”

A groan surfaced from Beca’s throat and her eyes slammed shut as she plopped down on her chair. “I forgot about that. Luke can’t go?”

Gina winced and shook her head. “Family dinner.”

“Family dinner, my ass. His whole family lives back in fucking England,” Beca muttered before she could help it, throwing her assistant an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Thanks, Gina. Hold my calls until ten, please?”

“Of course, Ms. Mitchell.”

As she did every morning while sipping her coffee, Beca listened to demos over the next hour, forwarding them to Luke if any of those yet-unknown artists spiked her interest enough to sign them into their label.

The rest of the day consisted of two meetings, a dozen calls, countless email exchanges, and not enough studio time. A thick blanket of darkness had veiled the city by the time she closed her laptop and called it a day. She stretched her neck and took a moment to gaze at the lit skyscrapers through her floor to ceiling windows, sighing softly.

It was sometimes weird to think about how this was her life. How the asocial, grumpy freshman from thirteen years ago had made it to the top of the music business and now co-owned one of the biggest labels throughout the country.

Scratch that, throughout the  world.  

Snapping out of her daze, Beca stood and slipped on her coat, plucking her phone off the desk to call herself a Lyft home. She had just about time to take a shower and eat dinner before heading to that stupid party.

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Beca could think of a million things she’d rather be doing right now as she strode down the wet sidewalk towards the lit  GIRLS  red neon sign in the distance a couple of hours later.

She told herself one drink, an hour tops, then she could head home, put on her pajamas, and finish that true-crime TV show she started yesterday.

“Name?” A dude bulkier than the freaking Rock asked her as she made it to the club door.

“Um, Beca Mitchell. I’m Edgy Reggie’s producer.”

Her artist had privatized a strip-club for his celebration party over his album hitting Platinum, and Beca couldn’t  not  show up, as... well, he was an important client and brought her label the big bucks.

The guy checked his clipboard and nodded, hitching his thumb over his shoulder. “You’re good to go.”

Casting the bouncer a nod, Beca ducked inside the dimmed, crowded club, wincing at the crappy music heavily pumping through the speakers. Three girls in bikinis and heels stood on platforms, twisting their bodies around dancing poles as dozens of dudes reclined back in leather sofas, shamelessly ogling their forms.

Beca’s nose crinkled as she scanned the room for her artist.

“Yo, Beca!”

Her gaze snapped to the left corner, catching sight of Edgy Reggie (he didn’t want to change his stage name, no matter how much Beca insisted) waving her over.

“Hey,” she cast him a tight-lipped smile, tucking her straight hair behind her ears. She nodded at the other dudes sitting around the low table. “What’s up.”

“Guys, this is the girl behind the magic of my album,” Edgy Reggie explained, throwing an arm over her shoulders before Beca could squirm away. “She is  fire. ”

Beca chuckled awkwardly, then pointed over her shoulder. “I’m gonna go get myself a drink.”

Maybe two come to think of it, so she could get herself through this.

She headed to the bar and ordered an old-fashioned, fishing in the inside of her coat pocket for her credit card.

“Thanks,” she muttered when the barmaid (also clad in a bikini that left very little to the imagination) came back with her drink, handing her her card just as the club’s speaker made an announcement.

“Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome to the stage…  Ariel! ”

The crowd cheered and hooted, Beca glancing over her shoulder to see what all the fuss was about.

There was no amount of alcohol that could have prepared her for the scene unfolding before her.

There, on the main stage, strutted in a redhead, only wearing a silver g-string and high heels. Beca would have recognized that shade of hair anywhere, and while the lighting in the club was low, there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that this girl -- Ariel -- was her former best friend.

Her former best friend who had dropped from the face of the Earth almost five years ago, without so much as an explanation. She hadn’t just stopped talking to Beca, but to all of them, even Aubrey. She was nowhere to be found on social media and when Beca had tried calling her after six months without news, she found out Chloe’s phone number had been disconnected. It wasn’t like they talked on a daily basis before that. After three years spent living on opposite sides of the country, the texts started coming further in between, their communication coming down to a few check-ins a year and on birthdays, until they eventually stopped.

Fearing the worst, Aubrey had called Chloe’s parents, who assured her she was fine, working as a vet in NYC and in a committed relationship. While relieved, the news stung Beca, as it was clear Chloe had deliberately ceased contact.

It took some time, but Beca eventually stopped thinking about her so much, especially when she started getting successful as a music producer and pouring her time and energy into her projects. She soon won her first Grammys, Gold, and Platinum records featured in notorious magazines and talk shows. She could stop working tomorrow and money wouldn’t become an issue, but Beca didn’t like to boast about her fortune, or fame, for that matter.

Despite being insanely busy, she still kept in touch with the other Bellas in their group chat, but she hadn’t seen any of them in a couple of years, missing the last reunion because of her job.

Beca’s mind steered back to the present, where the once most important person in her life was currently dancing for money. Men were staring hungrily at her as she sensually moved around the pole or bent over with her ass in the air to collect dollar bills from the floor, and Beca suddenly felt sick.

This couldn’t be her dream job, right? Something  had  to have happened for her to settle for this.

Beca grabbed her drink and knocked it back, flagging the barmaid down for another as her mind reeled as to what to do.

She needed to talk to Chloe. In private. Tonight, as soon as she finished… parading in front of these disgusting fuckboys. Only… she wasn’t sure Chloe wanted to talk to her.

“Hey,” she said when the barmaid came back as an idea struck. “How do I get a private lap dance with one of the girls?”

The girl raised a surprised eyebrow. “Backroom, hun. Who do you want?”

“Ariel.”

The platinum blonde let out a curt laugh. “Ariel doesn’t do lap dances, babe.”

Beca’s eyebrows knitted together in a heavy frown. “Why not?”

“Because she’s the boss’ favorite.”

Beca didn’t know what that meant exactly, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out as another wave of nausea swept over her insides. “Is your boss here tonight?”

The barmaid scanned the room quickly, nodding. “He’s the guy over there in the suit.”

“Thanks.” She took her drink and headed over to where the fifty-something dude was talking to another guy. Stepping up to them, she ignored their glares over her interrupting their conversation. “Hey. Are you the manager?”

The dude who looked like he ran a mafia mob turned a bit more towards her. “What’s this about?”

“How much for a private dance with Ariel?”

His gaze flickered over Beca’s shoulder towards the stage, then sized Beca up, unimpressed. “She’s not available, kid.”

Beca gritted her teeth at the condescending tone of his voice. “Not even for ten grand for twenty minutes?”

He slow-blinked, then burst out laughing. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m being serious. Ten grand, twenty minutes. Alone in a room, just the two of us.”

The man’s expression hardened. “And I said she’s not  available .”

“Twenty grand.” Hell, she’d throw half a million on the table if that’s what was needed to talk to Chloe. After a beat, she added, “And no touching. That’s not what I’m here for.”

The manager seemed to consider her offer for a handful of seconds. “You got the money?”

Dammit.  She couldn’t withdraw that much right now, she needed to call her bank. “Tomorrow night.”

He smirked, snickering. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He turned back to his buddy, leaving Beca grumbling under her breath as she turned around and stalked out of the club. She couldn’t stay. She couldn’t stand the sight of Chloe objectifying her body for money.

As soon as she got home, Beca fired up her computer and typed in Chloe’s name in her browser. Apart from old stuff on the Bellas, she found nothing relevant. Chloe appeared to still be MIA from any social media.

Beca grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts, bringing the device to her ear.

“What’s wrong?”  

“How do you know something’s wrong?”

“We call each other twice a year on our respective birthdays and stick to the Bellas chat for the rest.”  

Beca nibbled on her bottom lip. “I found Chloe.”

A long stretch of silence on the other end of the line followed.  “What?”  

“I saw her tonight, Aubrey.”

“Where??”

“At a strip club. She’s… a stripper.”

“What? Did you talk to her?”  

“No. She was performing on stage. But I will. I’m… buying a lap dance from her tomorrow. I figured… she’ll have to listen to me since she’s being paid for it.” Her eyes slammed shut, scrunching up her nose. “I don’t know. It might be a bad idea, but-- I just wanna make sure she’s okay, you know?”

“Yes, of course. Keep me posted?”  

“I will. Talk to you soon.”

Beca shuffled to bed after that, but sleep never came. Her mind kept reeling about Chloe, about what she might say to her once they were face to face, and the possibility that Chloe might shoot her down and refuse to talk to her.

She spent her Saturday trying and failing to make some progress on an ongoing project, willing time to tick faster so she could head back to the club. Mid-afternoon, she headed to the bank to withdraw twenty grand, tucking the envelope in her purse.

“Why does it feel like you’re doing something illegal, Beca?” She muttered to herself on her way out of the bank, slightly paranoid about carrying so much cash on her.

The club was just as crowded when she got there around 10 pm. A different girl danced on the main stage and the manager was nowhere in sight, so Beca perched herself on a stool at the bar, ordering herself another old-fashioned.

“Is your boss around?” She asked the barmaid, a different girl from last night.

“Who’s asking?”

“Tell him the person who wants Ariel is here.”

The girl’s eyebrows shot up at that but she didn’t say anything, nodding before strutting away. Beca sipped at her drink for the next twenty minutes, keeping her back to the stage.

The manager eventually appeared in her peripheral, and he leaned an elbow over the counter, lacing his fingers. “So what’s so special about Ariel?”

Beca slowly set her drink down and fished for the envelope, pushing it towards him while keeping her gaze straight ahead. “I like redheads.”

He plucked the envelope off the counter and peered inside. Twenty stacks of ten hundred dollar bills in exchange for twenty minutes with Chloe.

He nodded. “Follow me.”

Beca finished the rest of her drink, the alcohol managing to muffle her nerves some as she followed the manager towards the back of the club, and down a set of stairs. Her heart pumped hard in her ears and her palms started to sweat as she was led inside a dimly lit room with a handful of sofa chairs and a small stage with a dancing pole, some kind of music that seemed straight out of a porno carrying through the speakers. A spiral staircase was tucked in the right corner, and she guessed that is where the strippers made their entrance from.

Beca wondered how far things usually went in these kinds of private rooms.

She wondered how far  Chloe  went.

She cast the guy a tight-lipped smile and a nod before he closed the door, and paced the room for a little while, eventually lowering herself on one of the leather chairs and wiping her palms on her designer slacks.

The clicking of heels over metal made Beca’s spine snap straighter. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder as the steps grew nearer, digging her nails into her thighs as a new round of nerves gripped her insides.

“Good evening, sweetheart,” the huskiness of Chloe’s voice made Beca swallow, and she felt a hand run over her shoulders as Chloe approached from behind.

Glancing up, Beca met familiar, ocean blues.

#bechloe #bechloe fic #bechloe fanfic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #pieces

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Steve//i can see a better time, when all our dreams come true

hey! last part! i just want to say thank you to everyone who’s read, liked, reblogged and supported this series! you all mean the absolute world to me. i know this is gonna sound cringey or whatever, but this series is more than just that. i was originally supposed to write and post this last christmas. but something that i can’t really remember stopped me and i was so disappointed in myself. then this hell hole of a year happened and i had a major mental health crisis (something i am still recovering from) meaning i couldn’t do anything but watch the same three tv shows and scroll through instagram for about 3 months, as well as a bunch of other awful things. i thought it would be a miracle to just start writing requests again, but then when i was going through a notebook, i found this idea and remembered how much i loved it and how upset i was that i hadn’t done it. so i thought i’d try and do it, and after many, many days and nights of me stressing about the littlest things and driving my girlfriend absolutely insane by only talking about this (sorry, i love you!), i’d done it! and i am so proud of myself! i know its not the biggest achievement of the year, but it’s mine. so again thank you to not only everyone whose read this series, but also thank you to everyone who has read and supported everything i’ve done this year. i really do hope that next year is a better one for all of you! happy new year my loves! 

They say that time moves in different ways depending on the situation. 

For example, the day you spent hours driving to the beach with Steve and Robin felt like it was over in five minutes. But the time stuck under ground in a really crappy elevator with them felt more like a week. 

From the time it takes Steve to take his bandana and goggles off and to walk the three steps to you, it feels like days and seconds all at once. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight to him and the two of you let out a breath you feel like you’ve been holding for the past week. Finally you feel like you can breathe again, and finally the weight on Steve’s chest shifts a little. 

Your hair is matted, your clothes dirty and torn and there’s a cut on your cheek, blood slowly trickles down your cheek, staining your face and your t-shirt red. But you’re you, and you’re alive and you look like you don’t know whether to laugh or cry. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” You’re the first to speak, your words stumbling over each other. A chuckle mixed with a sob passes your lips as you hug him again, you hold him tighter than he’s ever been hugged before, it feels like his ribs are being crushed but he doesn’t care. He just presses a kiss against your forehead, and runs his fingers through your knotted hair. 

Hot tears land on the top of your head but you don’t feel them, you’re too busy crying into his shirt and the two of you stand like that for a few minute, thankful and very overwhelmed that the other one is alive and well. 

“I think I do.” He sobs and you let out a short laugh. “I love you so much Y/n. I am so fucking sorry. I’m such an idiot.” 

“No, no. It’s fine.” You cup his cheeks. “I was overreacting and I shouldn’t have stormed off. It’s fine.” You say and press a quick kiss to his lips, they’re salty because of the tears but neither of you care. “I love you Steve.” You finish and he breathes deeply, his shoulders sagging and the only thing that keeps him from falling is you. 

“I thought you were dead.” He cries. 

“Nah. You can’t get rid of me that easy.” You try, nudging his shoulder but he doesn’t smile. 

“I thought I’d never see you again. I thought...I thought.” 

“I’m fine.” You cut him off before he can finish his sentence. “Look. I’m good.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far.” He teases and you stare at him offended. 

“Rude. You do know that I almost died right?” 

“You’re so dramatic.” He rolls his eyes and yours widen. 

“Excuse me? I’m sorry who came all the way into an alternate dimension just to save me? Oh right. You.” 

“I only did that because I had nothing better to do. You know after boxing day things got a bit boring.” He shrugs and you slap his shoulder. 

“Asshole.” You mumble making him laugh. “How did you find me?” 

“Do you really think I’d forget the place we first met?” He replies, sending you a look and you squint up at him, the light from his torch blinding you slightly. “Sorry.” He mumbles and quickly turns it off.

“I thought given the circumstances you would have at least tried.” You shrug, staring at the floor. 

“Nah. Surprisingly it was the best day of my life.” He confesses and it surprises not only you but himself. That’s something he never thought he’d say. 

He thought Halloween 1984 would be a day that always hurt to think about. And yeah, thinking about what Nancy said to him still stung, but then he remembers you. 

You, in a costume he didn’t quite get. Your expression full of irritation that only softened when you saw him crying. You who asked what was wrong and stayed with him until he decided he wanted to go home. You who the next day found him to make sure he was okay. 

“Will you marry me?” He asks and your eyes widen.

“What?” You splutter and he stares at you hopefully. 

“I love you more than I have loved anything ever. You’re my favourite person ever, you make every day brighter. On days where I think I can’t do anything, when I think my dad is right about all the the shit he’s said and that little nagging voice in my head is shouting, you’re always there to tell me I’m wrong. You’ve helped me when I’ve been broken up with, beaten up and drugged. You fought a Russians for me and beaten up creatures from another dimension without even knowing what it was. I’ve never felt safer or happier with you by my side. I know I’m an idiot, but still...will you marry me?” 

“Steve.” You gasp, tears roll down your cheeks mixing with the blood and goo. “Yes. Yes I will marry you.” You reply and he lets of a sigh of relief. “Although, you didn’t get on one knee, and I don’t see a ring.” You tease and he rolls his eyes. 

His hands cup your cheeks delicately, he ducks his head down and presses a gentle kiss against your chapped and sore lips. 

“Steve? Steve? Are you okay?” Robin’s voice crackles through the walkie-talkie and you jump apart, suddenly remembering where you are. A loud crash comes from just outside and you and Steve freeze and stare at each other.

Thunder booms so loud it rings in your ears for a few seconds after and Steve feels the weight come back, only this time its shared with you too.

“I’ve got her.” He says slowly and eyes the bathroom suspiciously. “If you’re not already at the portal, go now. We’re on our way back...over.” He says and you hear a collection of relived sighs. 

“Yay! You said it!” Annie cheers and Steve rolls his eyes.

“What she means is we’re glad you’re both okay. Now get your ass back.” Robin adds and you and Steve don’t need to be told twice. Steve grabs the bat he dropped on the floor and reaches for your hand. He starts to pull you but is instantly stopped when he hears your cry in pain. 

“What? What’s wrong?” He’s in front of you instantly, looking you up and down for any injuries, and then his eyes land on your leg, and you watch him pale. 

“Stupid ugly thing got me.” You mumble and glance down at it, you cringe at the sight of the now brown blood, and inflamed scratches. Yeah, there is no way you’re going to be able to get that stain out.

“Can you walk.” He asks and looks around for anything to help. 

“I’ll be fine Steve. I just need to get used to it.” You reply. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes.” You nod. “Come on. I don’t want to be in Tina’s bathroom anymore than I already have been.” 

“Same.” He huffs and wraps his bandana around you. 

“What about you?” You ask while he puts the goggles on you. 

“I’ll be fine.” He waves you off. “It’s only a bit of dust.” He smirks and you roll your eyes. “Now come on.” He says quicker and wraps an arm around you. The two of you hobble towards the front door, tripping on a few vines and branches.

Steve helps you balance against the wall and the front door creaks as he pulls it open. 

“Okay.” He nods and looks back at you. “Nothing is waiting to kill us so I think we’ll be fine.” 

Famous last words.” You smirk and he rolls his eyes at you while helping you walk again. 

As soon as your outside, the door slams closed making the two of you jump. Wind rushes around the two of you and brown and black works its way into the cracks of the sky. Buildings tumble down around you, almost as if an invisible force is stomping on each of them. You and Steve share a look as the chaos seems to get closer and closer to you. 

“Shall we go then?” Steve asks, his eyes wide with fear and you quickly nod. 

“Yep.” You reply. “I hate parties anyway.” You say and a small smile twitches on your lips. Steve returns it and the two of you make your way down the steps and onto the street. 

Thankfully, Tina doesn’t live that far from you. In the past that was something you hated because it meant you couldn’t get out of parties, this time however, you’re very grateful for the closeness of your homes. 

In an ideal world, it means you’ll be able to get back to the right and semi-safe world in less than twenty minutes. However, if the past seven years have taught you and Steve anything, it’s that you don’t live in an ideal world. You live in the opposite in fact. 

Like you said, the habitants of The Upside Down, don’t care much for cleaning, and it’s only made worse now that the entire things seems to be collapsing around you. Either it’s doing it on purpose so none of you can escape, or all of you just have some really bad timing. 

“So this whole place is dying?” You ask and look around. It certainly looks like it’s dying. It has done since you woke up and its only gotten worse. You also thought it was strange that you hadn’t been eaten by now. 

“Yep.” He replies. “Apparently all those times we thought we’d won but hadn’t. Did actually do something. It just took a while for it to feel the affect.” 

“And I’m in here because?” 

“Annie said that whatever dragged you in, was probably looking for anything to eat.” He replies and you think about it for a few seconds. 

“So why didn’t it eat me?” 

“How the hell am I suppose to know.” He says. “Do I look like the scientist here?” 

“Furthest from actually.” 

“Exactly.” He smiles. 

“So what’s the plan?” 

“We get out as quickly as we can.” 

“The more detailed plan?” You roll your eyes. 

“Dustin and Lucas got a bunch of explosives and fireworks. We’ve dumped them in here and as soon as we get out, El and Will’s going to explode them!” He says proudly and you look at him impressed. 

“Wo-Watch out!”

You and Steve narrowly miss being hit by a falling tree, only to trip over some sort of decaying monster. 

“Gross.” You huff and look down at your hands, now covered in blood and guts. “Are you okay Steve?” You ask while trying to stand back up. 

“No.” He mumbles and you frown as you turn around to face him. He’s hunched over in the middle of the road, dry heaving and your eyebrows furrow as you watch him. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, however instead of answering you’re just met with a groan. “Steve? We haven’t got all day.” 

“It went in my mouth!” He exclaims and turns around, throwing his hands up in the air. “That things guts were in my mouth. I can taste blood. Oh god. I’m gonna die. Or turn into one of those. Y/n, if I turn into anything like that please just kill me. You have my permission to take a baseball bat to my head...just please, bury me somewhere nice.” He rambles making you snort a laugh. “It’s not funny Y/n.” 

“It kind of is.” You reply and he glares at you. 

“It’s not.” He mutters and slowly walks towards you. However he freezes when he notices your eyes widening. “What?” He asks. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” 

“Don’t move.” You whisper and he feels his blood run cold. 

“What?” He squeaks and watches you slowly limp and pick up the bat lying on the floor. 

“Oh god. It’s happening isn’t. I love you Y/n. Tell Robin it was me that broke her Walkman. I told her it was Dustin, but it was me.” He closes his eyes, expecting the worst. 

Something scratches at his legs and he breathes in, this is it. He’s going to die, so are you and everything is going to be for nothing. He wants to reach out for you, to hold you close and then at least you’ll be together, but he can’t he’s frozen. 

And then he hears a thud, a small whine and your heavy breathing. Slowly he opens one eye, expecting to see some sort of toothy monster staring back at him. But instead he’s met with the back of your head. He watches you drop the bat, the noise echoing into the darkness and slowly he looks down. 

He’s not entirely sure what tried to kill him, it’s unrecognizable now that’s been beaten into the ground, but it looks scary anyway. 

“It’s the same fucker that dragged me in here in the first place.” You look over your shoulder and wipe your forehead. 

“I love you so much.” He stares at you in awe. “That was hot.” 

“Shut up.” You huff but wink at him anyway. “Are you okay?” You ask and glance at his leg. 

“Oh, yeah.” He shrugs and looks at the small scratch. “I’ll be fine. What about you?”

“I’ll live.” You shrug. 

The two of you stumble around the corner and into the forest and you watch as your friends climb through the glowing doorway to the real world. 

“Guys!” Steve shouts making everyone freeze. The kids have already gone through, leaving just Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, Annie and Joyce behind. Tears form in your eyes as you stare at your friends. 

“Hurry up!” Jonathan shouts. 

“I’m trying! It’s a bit difficult though with my leg hanging off!” You shout back and watch as Jonathan pushes Nancy through the goo before running towards you. 

“Jonathan!” Joyce shouts, her voice can barely be heard over the wind. It blows through your ears and makes you shiver. Trees move wildly around you and you watch as the sky starts to fall away. 

“Well that can’t be good.” You gulp and walk a bit quicker. Jonathan stands on the other side of you, holding your waist and the three of you stumble towards the portal. 

They let go of you and push you through, you land on the forest floor with a loud thud and small groan escapes your lips. 

“Y/n!” The group shout and everyone moves to help you stand. You’ve never been so happy to see everyone. Robin and Annie pull Jonathan, Steve and Joyce through. And as soon as Joyce is stood up, El and Will press the detonators. There’s a loud bang that makes you all jump back, and you watch as the portal vanishes, leaving the brown of the tree trunk behind. 

“Is everyone here?” Joyce asks and scans the group. 

“It’s a bit late if they’re not.” Robin replies. “But yes...I think we did it. We actually did it! Yes!!” She cheers and jumps up and down. Everyone shares a look before looking back at her and even Annie looks a little concerned. 

“I can’t believe you all came for me.” You pull the goggles and fabric off of your face, and tears roll down your cheeks. 

“Of course we did.” Dustin hugs you. 

“You didn’t think we’d leave you in there did you?” Nancy asks also wrapping you up into a tight hug. The res of the group follow and soon you’re in the middle of an eleven people hug...not that you’re complaining though. 

“Jesus Christ. How long were we in there?” Steve asks and looks at the now dark sky.

“Who the fuck cares. Let’s go home.” 

Fireworks crackle and explode above your head. The sky lights up with red and oranges, leading the way home for the 12 of you. 

The residents hope that the bright lights will keep the darkness at bay, but from now on, they won’t have to.

“Happy New Year love.” 

“Happy New Year Steve.” 

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things imagine

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Second Time Around 7

Elon Musk 

A/n: RPF. 

Pairings: Elon Musk x Reader

Link to Chapter 6

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The ride home was mostly silent. Neither Elon nor yourself said a word to the other. After the insane conversation over dinner, silence seemed nice. Walking into the house, you immediately went to the couch and sat down. Elon meanwhile, was in the kitchen looking for something alcoholic to drink. 

He was frowning over the thoughts of earlier. Maybe there was a part of Elon that hoped that you were just being dramatic over how bad your relationship with your mother really was. Now that he knew everything that you said about Pattie was true, Elon couldn’t help but be furious. 

“What are you thinking about?”

You asked from your place on the couch. Elon glanced over his shoulder. 

“Nothing.”

You sighed. 

“You’re still a bad liar.” 

Elon put his drink down before coming to join you on the couch. He sat quietly for a moment considering what words that he wanted to say. The whole subject seemed a bit too delicate to mess up with accidentally coldness. 

“I’m sorry. I was just thinking about everything that happened earlier. That was messed up. Fucked up is a better word. I guess part of me was hoping that you were over exaggerating your relationship with your mother. When the woman started talking...what came out of me was extremely nice compared to what was going through my head. I think you, however, handled it very well.” 

You smiled as Elon took your hand in his. He ran his index finger over your engagement ring before looking up. Elon was relieved to see that you were smiling. 

“Between you and me, I about threw a roll at her head.” 

Elon grinned. He would have paid money to have seen you lose your cool and just start throwing crap. Granted, the two of you probably wouldn’t be allowed at Ruth’s for dinner anymore but that was a chance that Elon was willing to take. Ruth’s good cooking didn’t mean that much to him. 

“Darling, I would have paid you money to throw something at that woman.” 

You lay your head on Elon’s shoulder; enjoying the brief moment of joy. 

“Y/n, I need to talk to you about something. It's nothing bad so please don’t look at me like that. Y/n, I am worried about the baby. I know that I had this calm, cool, and collected behavior earlier but I am worried. Everything is going to be fine but with our schedules...we both are going to have to make a lot of changes. As one of the people who knows me best, you know that I am not a great creature of change.”

Elon was worried about how you would take that. When you smiled, he felt even more relief. 

“I know. I talked to Kimbal earlier too.”

Elon looked disgusted as you stood up and went to find a drink for yourself. Coming back with a glass of water, you smiled at your fiance’s still annoyed expression. 

“Apparently talking to him in the strictest of confidence doesn’t mean too much.”

You put the drink down and tried to ignore that nagging feeling that was beginning to pool in your stomach. Why was it okay for Elon to talk to Kimbal about the subject of your child but he couldn’t talk to you? Hell, you were the one that was toting the kid around for the next few months. As much as you adored Kimbal and realized that Elon would talk to his brother about his feelings; you were bothered. The two of you made the kid. Kimbal was probably off doing whatever it was he did. 

“I wish that you could talk to me like you do him...seeing as I am the mother of your child and all.” 

Elon put his drink down and turned in your direction. 

“I didn’t want you to get emotional.” 

He instantly regretted his choice of words the moment that your face went from normal Y/n happy to Y/n pissed off. 

“Not get emotional? I am totally fine with you having fears and apprehension because, dear god, I am too! This right here is a lot of what our problem was before! We couldn’t communicate! Now it's happening again and we are about to have a baby thrown in the mix!” 

Elon winced.

Good going

Elon thought. He groaned before leaning back on the couch.

“Hormones are starting early.” 

You put your glass of water down on the table before standing up. Elon jumped up and blocked your path to the stairs. 

“Elon, get out of my way before I say something to you that I will regret later. I am about a second away from showing you hormones.” 

Elon moved out of your way, holding his hands up. He waited until you were half way up the stairs to start after you. 

“I am trying to talk to you and you are the one running off.” 

You stopped before turning. 

“Do you want to know why I am really mad now? You forgot my doctor's appointment today! I sat there at that doctor’s office like an idiot waiting for you to show up! How do you think that made me feel? Crappy just so you know!”

You turned and stormed the rest of the way up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door behind you. 

Flopping on the bed, you heard Elon stomping up the stairs after you. When he tried to open the door but couldn’t because it was locked; you heard him let a string of cuss words go.

“I happen to know for a fact that you doctor’s appointment is next Thursday.”

You laughed. 

“No, darling. Today is next Thursday. I told you before you left yesterday morning that they moved it up.”

Elon scratched his head before realizing that he had totally spaced. Between worrying about work, the idea of being a father again, and then you changing appointments...that was the thing that slipped. 

“Y/n, I am sorry….I forgot.” 

You stood up and carefully walked to the door. Opening it, Elon stood on the other side looking beyond guilty. 

“Did you miss any of Justine’s appointments or is it just mine?”

Elon was staring at you with wide eyes. He looked like you had slapped him. 

“That is below the belt.” 

You shrugged. As much as you hated to admit it, the dark fears and worries from your failed attempt at love with the man had been creeping back into your head. Maybe it was the fact that Justine dropped by to pick the boys up before you had to rush to Ruth’s. The two of you had talked about your pregnancy briefly…

Justine stood on the other side of the island. She was drinking the coffee that you had politely offered her. You were trying to get rid of the “guest” coffee that neither Elon nor yourself liked. The more people that the two of you could pawn the shit off on the better. 

“Elon told me that you were expecting. He didn’t say how far you were.” 

You had just come home from the appointment and your nerves were still on edge. The feeling of being let down by Elon was still painfully fresh. 

“Well, he wouldn’t know. I had my first appointment today.” 

Justine nodded, looking a little concerned. 

“Was he not with you?” 

You shook your head. The last thing that you were about to do was let Justine in on your love life. It was time to lie.

“He had a meeting come up. I have another appointment in a few weeks so he can catch up on that one.” 

Justine gave you a sympathetic smile. 

“I’m sorry to hear that. I know how important it is to have the child’s father there. I guess that is one good thing about Elon and I having kids when we did. He wasn’t busy all of the time like he is now. I have to say Y/n, you are a stronger woman than I am.” 

You tried to fight the angry tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“Yeah, well...shit happens.”

You pulled yourself from the memory of the conversation with Justine. Elon was still giving you a clearly displeased expression. 

“Yeah, it may be below the belt but that’s how I feel. I am entitled to my feelings. Hormone driven or not...if you don’t like it I’m sorry..” 

Elon sighed. He didn’t want to continue this conversation. Maybe he would have his normal fiance back soon. Elon had to admit it, he understood you being upset. From him forgetting the first appointment to the disaster that happened with Pattie; you had a shitty day! 

“I’m going downstairs for a bit.”

He said sheepishly. You turned to go back to the bed. 

“That sounds like a good idea. I am taking a large sleeping pill and going to bed.” 

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@elonscult and @xjjlex

#Elon Musk #Elon Musk x Reader #Reader x Elon Musk #elon musk fan fiction #RPF #request fic #The Second Time Around #ourloveisforthelovely

[ohtheseboysilove]

Finally home. [AU Soldier!Ben Hardy x F!Reader]

Words : 3, 700 K +

Warnings : tiny bit of angst, fluff

Summary : High-school reunion and Reader has to go all by herself. But Ben has a little surprise for her at the last minute.

Note : I got a thing for men in uniform and I got a even bigger thing for Ben so here we go, hope you like this oversweet little piece :)

x Masterlist x

“Yeah, I’m still coming tonight” You replied to your friend through the phone, biting absent-mindedly on your nails. “No, Ben is still in Kenya, he should be home around next week, not before” You hated the pity in your friend’s voice and quickly said your goodbye before hanging up and threw your phone on your bed.

Tonight was the ten-years reunion with your old classmates from High-school and you said that you would go when you got the invitation. Now you were bitterly regretting it. You weren’t sure why you said yes, honestly you didn’t even have a good time through your fifteen to your eighteen, seriously who did ? You had few friends, few bitches in your class too and a meaningless boyfriend. Nothing too horrible but nothing you remembered like good old time. You didn’t see most of these peoples for ten years and you knew what was the point of this reunion, most of them just wanted to show how good their life was now compared to the other old mates from school. That was stupid but now it was too late to cancel. And seeing few good old friends from their early years of your life couldn’t be so horrible after all.

And Ben wasn’t even here. It wasn’t his fault, he was in the British Army and his team was deployed in Kenya to track illegal wildlife trade until next week. If nothing happened before. It didn’t sound like but it was actually a dangerous mission. These people were ready do anything to keep their merchandises then sell them, including killing those who would try to stop them. You were worried most of the time about his safety but you knew Ben loved his job and you were incredibly proud of him. But sometime it was hard to be alone for such a long time. And for an event like this one…you would have loved to have your fiancé at your side. You were twenty-eight years old and it would be a bit depress to show up alone.

But you had to go anyway. Even without Ben by your side.

**

You were in the cab, going to a very fancy restaurant which was entirely ranted for the evening. A ball of nerves was stuck in your stomach. No one was very confident as a teenagers and the thought of seeing these people again brought you back to this period, with a very low confidence. You were wearing a pretty dress, a light but classy makeup and sadly, you were all by yourself.

Not everyone was coming tonight but you were pratically the only one without a date. You felt crappy but you kept your mouth shut and smiled at every of your old classmates.

“Hi Jeanette” You quickly hugged the little brunette, one of your old friend which you didn’t see in almost eight years.

“How my god, (Y/N), hi! How are you doing?” She was still as happy and bubbly as you remembered. “This is my husband Devon”

And this went on for solid forty minutes. You met every girlfriend/fiancée/wife and boyfriend/fiancé/husband of all your old classmates, receving the little pity look when you explained that your fiancé couldn’t come because of work. Delia, probably the worst bitch during high-school quietly scoffed and you were pretty sure she called you a liar when you talked about your engagement with Ben.

“So (Y/N), what was the name of your boyfriend again? Barry ?” Delia asked as you were speaking with few of your old classmates at the bar. You knew what she wanted to do and it was pissing you off. She never directly attacked you at school because you were basically quiet and invisible but right now, you were the number one target as everyone was rather nice about you being by yourself rather than mocking you like she probably hoped they would. Apparently not everyone change.

“My fiancé’s name is Benjamin” You gave her a fake smile and took a big sip of your wine, knowing you would need that to go through the evening. “But just Ben is fine”

“Oh sorry, I’m bad at remembering name” She shrugged and rested her chin on the palm of her hand, clearly not finish with her interrogation. “So why he isn’t here tonight? I forgot what you said”

“He is working” You bit the inside of your cheek to not just tell her to fuck off.

“Working? Pity really, my Trevor took the night off to come with me” The pretty redhead giggled, apparently proud to rub in your face the fact that her fiancé was here and that you were alone. “This little boyfriend of you should really review his priorities” She scornfully added, throwing dramatically her hairs back.

This was the last drop. You stood up brutally and was ready to throw your Martini right in her face when you felt a warm but firm hand on your shoulder, making you turned your head.

“What the— Ben ?” You felt tears immediately pooling in your eyes at the sight of your fiancé, still wearing his military clothes with the most charming smile ever.

“Hi, love” He smiled warmly and wiped with his thumb the single tear on your cheek. “M’ sorry I’m late. Just came from the airport, traffic was insane” You giggled with glossy eyes and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

“You’re here. I can’t believe you’re here” You cried, face buried into the crook of his neck as he gently rubbed your back, hugging you back.

You could feel every eyes of the room in you but you couldn’t care more. Ben was in your arms and alive. He tried to break the embrace but you refused to let him go, like if he would disappear as soon as you would. He murmured something about the bathroom and practically dragged you in there.

“Love, stop crying, please. I’m here now” He pressed several kissed on your hairs, feeling your body shook between his arms. “I’m sorry I’ve been away so long but I won’t be deployed away for the next six months, alright?”

You haven’t see him in almost sixteen weeks, worrying to death every day, wondering if he was alright. You couldn’t contact him like you wanted, sometime he wouldn’t have Wi-Fi for several days and you could help but imagining the worst.

“I— I was so, so worried for you, Ben” You sniffled against his skin, savouring his familiar and comforting scent.

“I know, love but I’m fine, I promise” He felt his heart tightened at the pain he was inflicted you. “Look at me, I’m totally fine”

“Gimme a minute” You rested your head against his chest, listening to his stable heartbeat, quite not believing he was here.

“Take your time, love” Ben ran his hand up and down your back, waiting patiently until you collected yourself. “How your evening is going?”

“Better now. I was…I was about to throw my drink into this bitch’s face” You chuckled and slowly broke the hug, sighing loudly. “But you stopped me right on time” You smiled and he imitated, showing his high and cute cheekbones in full display.

“Meh. I would have loved to see that” You giggled heartily and he squeezed your hips, bowing his head slightly to reach your lips. The kiss was sweet and slow, the both of you savouring the long-waited reunion. “I missed you so much” He whispered against your mouth, sliding his palms against your cheeks to bring you closer.

“Me too, H. So much” You deepened the kiss, hooking your hands behind his neck and simply melted against him, wondering how did you survive four months without your Benny and his plump, delicious lips.

“Maybe we should go back before it becoming suspicious” He teased through the kiss, gently tugging on your lower lip.

“We should” But none of you stopped kissing though, continuing to make out for few more minutes. “Now we really need to go back” You chuckled breathlessly and grabbed a tissue to clean the smudged makeup around both of your mouths, grimacing as you noticed the large bruise on his jaw. “What happened ?”

You were used to see Ben come back with bruises and scars, it was part of his job but you still didn’t like it. That always made you remember how his work could be dangerous.

“Got hit by a guy who tried to run away. Little fucker knocked me off with his gun but we caught him anyway” He shrugged like if it wasn’t a big deal and it probably wasn’t for him but for you it only made your stomach churned, thinking about him getting hurt. “It’s doesn’t hurt much more, don’t worry" You nodded and pressed a little kiss on the purplish bruise before straightening your dress and combing slightly your hairs.

“How do I look?” You twirled on yourself and giggled when he whistled wolfishly, smacking playfully your arse.

“Gorgeous as always” He grinned and pecked your lips once again before opening the door. “I love you” He murmured into your ear then slid his arm around your waist, walking back to the dinning table.

"Love you too, baby ” You replied with a dreamy smile and blushed slightly as, once again, every eyes went back on the both of you.

He pulled the chair for you and you thanked him before seating and interlacing your fingers as soon as he was next to you.

“This is fuckin’ fancy, didn’t get the dress code before coming” Ben commented with an amused smile and few of your classmates chuckled, looking at his clothes.

He was clearly looking out of context with big military jacket, the dark green shirt matching his camouflage pants and then his large ranger boots to complete the perfect army look. Every guy were wearing suits and every woman were in fancy dresses but you couldn’t care less, he always looked good.

“The invitation indeed said that there was a dress code for this evening” Delia gave him a fake smile through her champagne glass, looking at him like he was an annoying little bug.

Ben recognised her poisoning tone right away, a slight smile curling on his lips. He squeezed your hand to calm you, knowing how easily you could bit back when someone disrespected your friends or family.

“Forgive me darlin’, was a bit busy and didn’t get the invite. The postal service in Kenya is not as good as is it in England” The curly man smirked and the all table bursted in laughed, making Delia clenched her jaw.

“Should we order now that everyone is here ?” A girl who you barely remembered, Matilda, said to calm the tension and waved to the waitress.

“I’m fucking starving” Ben mentioned to you, his fingers playing with yours, both your hands resting on your thigh. “The food was shit in the plane"

You chuckled at his little pout, knowing how grumpy he could be when he was hungry.

“Be patient, baby” You gently stroked his sweet face, smiling widely when he kissed your knuckles. "I’m so glad you’re here” You murmured with a honey-coated voice, heart fluttered at his pretty eyes.

The moment was broke by the waitresses bringing several plate of food and putting them in front of everyone.

“But we didn’t even order yet” Jeanette furrowed her brows as she looked at the fancy dishes.

"Oh that’s normal, it’s Trevor’s company which pay for everything tonight so we already set a menu for everyone” Delia stepped in, rubbing her fiancé’ shoulder with a proud smirk. “For the starter we have a watercress and celeriac soup with goat’s cheese croutons” She explained with a haughty voice, asking a waiter to pour more champagne in her glass.

“That’s a really fancy name for a vegetable soup” Ben commented quietly, a little grin on his face. You giggled silently and he winked at you.

The portion was minuscule and in three spoonfuls you were done, craving for more.

“It’s was delicious” You complimented to no one in particular and few guests agreed with you, nodding and repeating your words.

"I’m glad you’re please , all the food is cook by our personal chef, Louis” Delia bragged immediately, her fingers tugging on her — obviously — expensive diamonds necklace. “He is french and he is one of the absolute best !“

"Only the best for my fiancée” Trevor smirked and she matched his smirk, visibly both of them happy to rub their money in the face of everyone.

“I always forgot that you went in a fancy ass snobby school” Ben murmured after the ridiculous intervention of Delia and Trevor, making everyone awkwardly chuckled. “Thanks god you didn’t turn like that”

“I would kill myself seriously” You mumbled and played absent-mindedly with your engagement ring.

For the ten next minutes, Delia monopolised the conversation to talk about her wedding coming up in few months. You and Ben exchanged few glances, quietly laughing at the fanciness of everything. She was getting married in a freaking castle in France, of course, during summer and their were apparently a big number of important guests invited, including few celebrities from Hollywood.

“And then I’m still not sure for our honeymoon, I want Bali but I heard that the Bahamas is great too” She shook her head and pouted slightly, seeming to have a true dilemma. “Uurgh I hate that, it’s so hard to choose !”

You pinched your lips to not laugh and you looked at Ben who was rubbing his chin, watching your old classmate like she was some kind of alien.

“Baby, I wanna go to the Bahamas too” You falsely pouted and a large smile broke on his features. “And I want the Queen of England to bless our union" You added as you crossed your arms, mimicking perfectly Delia.

“Only the best for my fiancée” Ben repeated the precious words of Trevor, laughing heartily. “You can also have a unicorn to ride toward the aisle, would it make my girl happy ?”

You snorted loudly and immediately clasped a hand on your mouth, blushing a bit as everyone glanced at you.

“And what about you (Y/N) ?” Delia didn’t miss the occasion to drag you into her competition of who would have the best wedding. "Where Ben is bringing you for your honeymoon ?”

“On the moon” The blond man replied with a cheery voice and few people laughed.

“We’re going to Argentina” You said fondly, you and Ben had talk about going there for years and it was finally the best occasion to go. “Road trip all around the country for two months” You beamed and locked eyes with your fiancé, both of you very excited about this trip.

“Argentina ? Isn’t it a bit…rural ?” Delia arched her brow, visibly not impress by the choice of destination. “I mean if you want to go in South America, which I strongly not recommended, I had been robbed twice there, you should go to—"

“We’re already made our choice but thanks for the advice” Ben cut her rather harshly and she seemed offended by it. You were happy he stopped her because she was being rude and insufferable. “Argentina is our thing, had bee for a while now, isn’t it, love ?” You nodded with an adoring smile, looking at him fondly. His smile was matching yours and it warmed your heart.

His last comment relaxed the atmosphere and the conversation went back smoothly, even if Delia was a bit less loud than before.

“You’re the best” You mouthed to him and he winked at you, squeezed your thigh.

You raised your head to the waiters back, bringing the main dish, in a perfect synchronisation, giving to the meal a really snobby tone.

Delia cleared her throat once everyone get their plate, ready to explain the probably really fancy name of the ridiculously small dish.

“This is a duck breast with pomegranate and citrus glaze” You had no idea what on earth was a citrus glaze. “Bon appétit” She said in french, trying her best to suppress her english accent.

“I guess it’s too late to say that I’m vegetarian” Poppy, probably the coolest girl who was in your class during high-school – she offered you your first and only cigarette – sarcastically said with a fake smile for Delia.

The redhead chuckled awkwardly and went back to eating her plate, cheeks a bit redder than before. You glanced at Poppy who rolled her eyes and pushed on the side the duck before taking a spoonful of vegetables.

Ben gave you a distress look at the size of the dish and you shrugged, cutting a piece of the duck.

Once again, it only took few minutes to eat the small meal and you couldn’t wait for the dessert. You were in deep conversation with Denis, one of your old lab partner which was an absolute sweetheart and Harry was talking to Maggie and her wife Tracy, both clearly charmed by your fiancé’s aptitude to adapt everywhere. You loved that in Ben, he wasn’t really fitting the standards to be here tonight but he didn’t care, simply enjoying the night without any problems. His hand stayed linked to you knee, rubbing it sometimes.

“So Benjamin, how could you be here tonight ? If I remembered correctly, (Y/N) told us you were deployed for few more days" You glanced at the blond man because even you didn’t know how did he manage to be here.

“Well, easy, we caught the big fish we were after and wrapped our mission quicker than we thought. Our colonel was satisfied with our job so he let us go home sooner” You absolute adored how everyone seemed to admire his work and how brave he was to go this kind of mission. Rudy asked him what he did in this mission and so Ben explained simply that he was, for now, affected on the capture of the traders of illegal wildlife merchandises like rhinoceros’ or elephants’ horns for the ivory mostly.

“That’s very impressive !”

“Do you need guns during your work ?”

“For how long have you been doing that ?”

You smiled at the flow of questions for Ben which answered every one of them like it was simple office job. Delia didn’t look very happy to not be the centre of the attention anymore but even her fiancé was asking question, clearly impress by Ben’s job.

The questions finally calmed down when the deserts came and Delia announced it what again : It was a mango and coconut verrine with on the side, a pistachio macaron. Ben immediately dove into the sweet little thing, the glass looking ridiculously small into his large palms.

“When did you know you could come back home ?” You pushed your empty plate away and pressed your hand on Ben’s shoulder, rubbing softly his — probably — sore muscles.

The blond man glanced at you, his mouth full of macaron and chewed exaggeratedly before swallowing. A cheeky smile blossoming on his face.

“Yesterday morning” He replied, wiping his lips with a napkin.

You cocked your head and watched him leaned back against his chair, clearly knowing where you were going with your questions.

“Before or after our phone call ?” You slid your hand up to his neck, stroking his warm skin.

He squeezed your knee in return and stole you a quick kiss.

“Before” Ben said with your favourite boyish smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me ?” You cheekily pinched his skin and pouted. “I was so nervous to go by myself at this stupid reunion !” You brought your chair closer to his and he threw his arm around your shoulders, pressing a peck on your cheek.

You felt yourself snuggled closer to him, immediately relaxing at his touch. God, how much you had miss him. He brushed his nose against your skin then raised his hand, tracing the shape of your cheek’s bone and you couldn’t do much expect giving him a dreamy gaze.

“I wasn’t sure if I could catch a flight early enough to go with to your party, didn’t wanna give false hope” He explained with a soft voice. “And I also wanna surprised you” He grinned and squeezed your cheeks together, making you pout like a goldfish.

“Seriously ! I cried like a baby, It was embarrassing” You pushed his hands away making him laughed.

“No, that’s was adorable” His features turned more serious and his thumb went back on your cheek, caressing it sweetly. “You don’t know how much I love coming back home to you and seeing you so emotive and happy to have me back…” He gently cupped your face and gave you a loving kiss, you sighed quietly into the sweet moment. “That’s my favourite thing, ever. You’re my favourite person, ever” You sniffled and took a deep breath to not just burst in tears right now. “No more tears, lovie” He chuckled softly and you hid your face against his shoulder.

“Sorry but it’s your fault" You brushed a little kiss on his jaw and sat back correctly, you were in a fancy ass restaurant after all. “You’re too cute and I’m extra sensitive when you’re away for so long”

“I know, I’m sorry” Ben whispered and interlaced your hands together, smiling softly at the sight of your engagement ring.

“It’s not your fault” You smiled tenderly and sighed, looking around as everyone were in deep conversation. “What about we go home now ?” You whispered, suddenly the only thing you wanted was going back to your and Ben’s flat and cuddling in bed for at least three days straight. You didn’t wanted to be here anymore, you just wanted Ben, no one else.

“That’s a fuckin’ great idea” The blond man grinned and stood up, tugging you with him.

You said your goodbye to everyone and Delia seemed glad that you were finally leaving, a satisfied smirk adorning her face.

“Wanna go to McDonald’s before home ?” You asked Ben as he helped you put your coat on, grinning wildly at your suggestion.

“Hell, yes. I’m fucking starving”

***

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy #ben x reader

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Acting Your Age (Part 5)

Summary: The reader runs into trouble while shopping one day but thankfully Jensen shows up unannounced...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,700ish

Warnings: language, age gap, minor scary situation

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Things with Jensen had been good. You were starting to get back into some design work while he started going through the process of getting the bed and breakfast running. Most nights were spent going out on dates or simply hanging out with one another. You didn’t want to take up all of his time though which gave you the opportunity to spend time with your family or go explore the city on your own.

Picking up a few things at the store to bake some autumn themed cookies was not when you expected your happy little bubble you’d been living in to pop.

“Slut,” you heard someone say nearby. You made a face, thinking that was slightly inappropriate for a grocery store at ten in the morning but kept on looking for the orange tubed frosting. You heard a cough behind you.

“Slut,” you heard again. You glanced over your shoulder, two woman around your age looking at the other side of the aisle. You didn’t think anything of it. They were in their twenties and sometimes friends-

“Slut,” was said one last time only now you noticed there wasn’t any playfulness to it. You spun around, the two woman looking back at you. “Bit slow that one is too…”

“Excuse me?” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“Um, you’re dating a guy that already had sex before you were in kindergarten? That’s called a slut, sweetie,” said the one in the hat.

“She’s not even good looking. She has to be good in bed and the only way you get that good is by being a slut,” said the other one.

“What-” you tried to say, the two laughing all of a sudden.

“Aw, she looks upset,” said the hat one.

“She’s the one after his money by spreading her legs,” said the other. “If Jensen is looking for someone a little younger, there are far more attractive people out there.”

“Literally anyone,” said the other with a laugh. “He must have felt so sorry for your pathetic little self. Do the man a favor and cut him loose so a real woman can have him.”

“She looks like she just rolled out of bed,” said the other one. 

“Hey!” you heard a happy voice say, your head whipping around to see Jensen at the end of the aisle. You wiped off your face and grabbed your purse, leaving the cart as you rushed out of the store. You managed to get all the way to your car before you heard Jensen jogging behind you. “Y/N?”

You glanced back at him, his face dropping when he saw your own. 

“Come here,” he said, grabbing your hand, walking you over to his SUV not too far away and sitting you down in the passenger seat. “What happened? Did you get bad news?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you said. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Hey,” he said, rubbing his palms against your cheeks, wiping away the fresh tears. You hardly ever cried. You didn’t even understand why you were so upset over those stupid girls. “Kiddo, talk to me.”

“Those girls...in the aisle...I thought I had a thick skin about this but I guess not,” you said. He gave you a worried smile, opening his mouth a few times.

“I’m sorry, honey but I’m really confused. Do you know those girls?” he asked.

“No. I was minding my own business and…” you said, Jensen’s concerned eyes starting to bother you. “They called me a slut.”

“They what?” he asked.

“It’s not a big deal,” you said. He scoffed, shaking his head. “Jensen.”

“Not a big deal? Two strangers came up to you in a public place and started harassing you. I call that a big fucking deal,” he said.

“Jensen, they’re just mean girls. They’re probably jealous or something. It’s fine,” you said.

“No. It’s not. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Fifteen minutes later he was back with a shopping cart full of his things and the baking supplies you had in your cart. He tucked them in the trunk and put the cart away, huffing when he climbed in the driver’s seat.

“I found the manager and we talked to the girls. They’re banned from that store for life for violating their policies,” said Jensen, turning towards you. “They told me what they said to you. Y/N, you’re my girlfriend. You’re the woman I love. You’re none of those things those girls said. You have no idea how much I wanted to make a scene in there but I didn’t. I don’t want you to think for a second that because you’re with me, you should tolerate that kind of shit. The internet is one thing, people are always mean there, but in real life? In real life, you fucking stand up for yourself if I’m not around.”

“Did you say you love me?” you asked. He froze, blinking slowly as he opened his mouth. 

“Yes,” he swallowed hard, looking down. “I know it’s only been two months...I know I said it way too fucking soon. I know you’re supposed to wait like at least-”

You pressed a hand to his mouth, leaning over as best you could before you slid your hand to cup his cheek.

“Stop freaking out,” you said. He nodded and you moved your hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer until he got the message and leaned in to meet you halfway for a kiss. You smiled when you broke it off, that concerned look back in his eyes. “I’m scared because this relationship feels different than other ones I’ve had. It’s scary how easy it seems, even if you never ever pick up your wet towels in the bathroom and it drives me insane.”

“Y/N.”

“Sorry. All I’m saying is, who gives a shit about it only being two months? I love you too. I mean, I was having a pretty crappy morning and then you turned it around without even trying,” you said. He instantly relaxed, wiping off your face one last time.

“I really don’t like it when you cry,” he said.

“I don’t like it when you look worried,” you said, putting your hand over his.

“I can’t guarantee something like that won’t happen again,” he said. 

“I know you can’t. But I don’t care,” you said with a smile. “I’m still going to pick you.”

“Did you get everything for your baking?” he asked. “I got what was in the cart but I can run back in and get whatever you need.”

“It’s just frosting. It’s fine. You want to make cookies with me?”

“I would love to.”

“You’re very good at that,” said Jensen an hour later, watching as you set some cookies on the cooling rack in his kitchen.

“You have what a baker calls a dream kitchen,” you laughed. “Double ovens are my dream come true.”

“Is that all it takes? I got this in the bag then,” he teased, reaching a hand across the counter. 

“Ah,” you said, swatting his hand away, Jensen giving you puppy dog eyes to rival your brothers. “They’re too hot and they’re not even decorated.”

“You’re no fun,” he grumbled, going back to poking around on his laptop. “Hey, so you know how Halloween is tonight?”

“I had no idea. Did they change the date this year?” you teased. 

“Loser. Anyways, I was thinking maybe we go to the haunted house downtown after we have dinner,” he said. You stared at him, Jensen starting to smirk. “Scared?”

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head. 

“Well that’s good cause the one we got ain’t some rinky dink operation. It’s pretty legitimately terrifying. Some people can’t even finish it,” he said.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” you said.

“So you want to go?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Kiddo,” laughed Jensen as you clung to his arm so hard you were pretty sure you were giving him bruises. “How you holding up?”

“Lovely,” you said, sighing when you got to a new section of the haunted house. “I was hoping that was the end.”

“I think it’s the last section,” he said, pushing you in front of him for a second before you slid around on his other side and hid behind him. “I see I have to be the brave one.”

“How about the faster you get us out of here, the more we can make out when we get home?” you said.

“Hm. I do like the sound of that,” he said. The last section was full of clowns and you kept your eyes screwed shut, Jensen stopping for a moment and giving you a piggyback ride, carrying you all the way through until you were outside. You lifted your head from his shoulder and opened your eyes, Jensen spinning the two of you around as you headed back towards the parking lot. “So maybe no haunted house next year, huh?”

“I’m actually really surprised at how well I did,” you said.

“Must have been because you have such a big and strong and manly boyfriend to protect you,” he teased.

“That must have been it,” you giggled, nuzzling his cheek. “You give amazing piggyback rides in case you were not aware.”

“I do, don’t I,” he said. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”

“You’re forty one, not dead,” you laughed. “You’re in better shape than most men. Including twenty year olds.”

“I ain’t twenty,” he chuckled.

“No. You’re better,” you said, brushing your lips over his ear. 

“God, where have you been all my life?” he laughed. “Come on. I got a hot make out date with you to get to if I’m not mistaken.”

You bolted up in Jensen’s bed that night when you heard thunder, pulling the sheets to your chest. He didn’t say anything, just threw back the covers and walked to the bathroom, the light on for a moment before he returned. The motion light in the backyard went on and you turned your head towards him, Jensen fishing around on the floor until he found his boxers and pulled them on. He walked over to the back window and opened the curtains more, giving you a smile.

“It’s some deer,” he said, waving you over. You found his shirt along the way and pulled it on, standing beside him as you looked outside, two deer hiding from the rain under one of the trees in his backyard. 

“Poor things,” you said.

“Well they are free to hang out under the front porch as long as they don’t break anything,” he chuckled. “Let’s get back to-“

An alarm went off rapidly, Jensen taking less than a second to grab your arm and start dragging you across the room with him.

“Jensen,” you said, pausing only for him to grab his phone off his nightstand. “Jay. What-“

“Shh,” he said quietly, pulling you with him into the closet, shoving the phone in your hands while he knelt down in front of a safe on a bottom shelf. “Call 911. Now. That’s the security system.”

“What?” you said, hands already moving to unlock the phone as he opened the door and pulled out a gun. “Jensen.”

“Call,” he said as he shut the door and walked past you. “Stay here.”

“Don’t go. It could be someone bad,” you said. He debated it you could tell but he nodded and shut the closet door, locking you both in. 

“Call, kiddo,” he said as he watched the door.

“Oh shit!” you both heard as something crashed.

“Brandon Gates, you little shithead,” said Jensen, looking back at you as you gave the police Jensen’s address. “It’s my fucking neighbor.”

Four minutes later a cop rattled on the closet door and you unlocked it, Jensen sighing.

“Ackles. Everything alright?” the man asked. 

“Yeah. We’re alright,” said Jensen. 

“Well put that away and get your girlfriend here some pants,” he said. Jensen nodded and put the gun away, finding you a pair of boxers to pull on and a shirt for himself before you both followed the cop outside and under the front porch, a teenager in handcuffs sat on the ground. “It seems your neighbor here thought it’d be fun to do a little breaking and entering.”

“I could have shot you, you dumbass,” said Jensen, walking over in front of the kid. “You’re seventeen, Brandon. You’re an honors student. Why the fuck did you break in my house?”

“Cause...it was the dare,” said Brandon.

“You got a couple buddies staying over your house? I know your parents are out of town,” said Jensen. “You guys getting up to dumb shit?”

Brandon was quiet, the cops not saying anything.

“My girlfriend is here, Brandon. I think you owe her an apology for scaring her,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” said Brandon.

“Who are these friends of yours? I did my share of stupid stuff at your age but never nothing as idiotic as this,” said Jensen.

“Sorry, Mr. Ackles,” he said.

“You’re a smart kid and you’re throwing away the rest of your life to what? Impress the popular guys at school? Fuck them. That shit don’t matter. Breaking the law? Shit like that does,” said Jensen.

“Mr. Ackles, I’m sorry,” he said.

“I’m sorry too. I thought we were friends but apparently not,” said Jensen.

“I’m sorry. I-I’ll pay for the window and I’ll do whatever you want and-“

“Sorry, Brandon. You broke the law. You’re either going to jail or juvie tonight. I don't think that’ll look good on that Yale application for a few years from now, since you’ll be going to jail for the foreseeable future,” he said.

“Mr. Ackles-“

“Your whole life, down the drain. Just to impress some douchebags you don’t even like,” said Jensen.

“Mr.-“

“You made that choice, Brandon. Now you have to live with it,” said Jensen as he walked out of view and away, smirking as he walked over to the pair of cops with you. 

“You ain’t charging him, are you,” said the one he seemed to know. 

“No. He scared us. Only fair I scare him back. Part of this little arrangement though is he will pay for the window and he does some kind of community service,” said Jensen. “He’s a good kid. Just made a mistake.”

“How long you want to let him stew?” asked the other cop.

“Five minutes ought to be long enough.”

“And I will wash your car and I can mow the lawn and-“

“Brandon. Brandon. Breathe before you pass out. The window and the community service is the deal, alright?” said Jensen. He nodded quickly, Jensen crossing his arms. “We’ll talk to your parents about this when they get back.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, Mr. Ackles,” he said again before he left with the police. Jensen sighed and took a seat at the porch table, glancing over at you.

“That totally didn’t help with the thunderstorm thing I bet,” he said.

“Actually,” you said as you sat up on top of the table, “It did. I think. I wasn’t really scared for me.”

“You didn’t want me to leave the closet,” he said.

“It very easily could have been someone more dangerous than your idiot neighbor,” you said. 

“I know. I wasn’t really concerned with the house or stuff,” he said, turning his head up at you. A few booms of thunder rang out, Jensen grabbing your hand. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said. “That was nice of you not to press charges.”

“He’s a good kid. He doesn’t deserve a record for making a mistake. He’ll wash my cars or get the mail for me sometimes when I’m on vacation or away. First day I moved in that twelve year old kid was over asking if he could mow my lawn and get paid for it. I got a service for that stuff but that kid’s always thinking on how to save for college. He’ll probably have his own business someday,” said Jensen.

“He could use some better friends,” you said.

“I don’t talk to him that much but I know he has problems in school. He hit his growth spurt last year, got big enough for sports and stuff. Kids in the popular crowd can be rough sometimes,” he said. “Hopefully he goes back to his old friends.”

“You were a popular kid I bet,” you said.

“I tried not to be a douchebag at least,” he said with a laugh. “What about you?”

“I don’t think we would have been friends in highschool,” you said.

“Cause you did good in school?” he asked.

“You know how it is. The smart kids get picked on,” you said with a shrug. “I’m not the prettiest girl and back then with the whole puberty thing, it was even worse.”

“You don’t think you’re pretty?” he asked, tilting his head. You stared down at him, pure confusion on his face. 

“Jay, I’m average looking. That’s not breaking news or anything,” you said. He furrowed his brow and pursed his bottom lip. “What?”

“You are so not average,” he said. “You’re a bombshell.”

“You’re free to think whatever you want,” you said, sliding off the table, his hand tugging on yours.

“If I asked you to be honest with me, would you?” he asked.

“Of course,” you said. He pulled on your hand and had you sit in his lap, your arms going around his shoulders while he held onto your waist.

“You said you’re not like Jared. Or that you don’t get the way he does. Was that true?” he asked. 

“Yes, Jensen. That’s true,” you said.

“But there are things you don’t like about yourself. I notice sometimes...like you say you don’t think you’re pretty and you look at me and it feels like maybe you don’t think you’re pretty enough for me,” he said. “I don’t think you believe me when I call you beautiful or gorgeous or things like that.”

“You want an honest answer?” you asked, Jensen nodding. “Sometimes, probably more often than not, I think you do that out of simple kindness. It’s not you, it’s the fact that I can’t take a compliment.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you know that it’s because I really do think you’re amazing? Even right now with your messy hair and my too big clothes. You look so soft and gentle, like this beautiful woman that I get to have all to myself,” he said.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I believe you. Keep doing what you’re doing,” you said with a smile. “I’m sorry. That sounded so shallow. I don’t need compliments all day long.”

“You Padalecki’s, always twisting everything in those heads of yours,” he said, giving you a kiss. “You’re the least shallow person I’ve ever met. You deserve to be told you’re pretty and smart and kiddo, I’m never going to lie to you. Unless I’m planning a surprise for you but that’s the only time. But seriously, I want us to talk about this stuff. You have a bad day, I have a bad day, we got each other to lean on, right?”

“I probably never would have told you about the girls at the grocery store if you weren’t there,” you said.

“Why?” he asked gently.

“Because part of me wants you to have better than me,” you said, a frown crossing his face. “Someone older, someone prettier. Someone with an actual sense of fashion and can be a normal girlfriend to you. I don’t want you to have to deal with drama because of me. You deserve better.”

“I love you but you’re an idiot, I swear,” he said. “Kiddo, every girlfriend I’ve had in the past fifteen years went through this. It didn’t matter who they were. Some people will always be nasty. Were some of those people right about my ex’s in the end? Yes. But not you. I deserve you. You deserve me. Neither of us are perfect. Nobody’s perfect. But you care about me. I can feel that you do. More than a surface level thing too. Y/N, all I want is you. The more I get to know you, the more I like you. I want you to have the best too but I’m going to be selfish as shit and keep you for myself as long as I can.”

“You’re too sweet, Ackles,” you said.

“No. That’s how a boyfriend should act, honey,” he said.

“I think I’m going to keep you,” you said with a smile.

“I’m plenty okay with that,” he said, the rain starting to come to a stop. “You want to head back to bed?”

“Yeah. More room to cuddle,” you said as you climbed off him.

“You are too adorable for your own good, kiddo.”

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A/N: Read Part 6 here!

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[mrsbenedictbridgerton]

Fandom Crescendo: With This Ring

Previous contribution: Under the Crimson Flag

My second contribution to the fandom crescendo is my fic With This Ring

*kissmylikeapirate is one of my old URL’s :D

This was just about the dumbest idea she had ever heard. Marry a guy she barely knew? But sometimes desperate people do crazy things. And crazy things can sometimes be the best things you ever do... 22 chapters / 70 k / complete

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Chapter 1

The tag of the dress scratched her back as she sat in the cab; she wished she’d cut the damn thing off. She twisted her body, trying to rub her back against the cab’s leather seats but there wasn’t enough room so she gave up and settled her face in a grimace instead.

She was late. Kinda apt, given tradition, she thought as she watched the seconds tick by and the traffic stood at gridlock.

Beside her, Belle chattered away about nothing, clearly nervous too. Unsurprising, as they were about to do something that was both highly illegal and morally dubious. But Emma tuned her out, ignored the honking horns and crackling radio; instead staring out of the window and up, up, up until she found the patch of blue sky that peeked out from behind the skyscrapers��

///

Six weeks earlier

The blue awning above the table fluttered in the breeze as the waitress brought out their coffees. Bernie’s Cafe was as busy as it ever got on a midweek morning, just a few students typing away at laptops and a sprinkling of hipster types in drainpipe jeans and battered hats.

“So,” Belle asked over the rim of her cup, “How did the meeting go?”

Sighing, Emma stirred a packet of sweetener into her drink and suppressed a scowl. “Same old message: I’m too high a risk.”

“What?” her friend cried, shaking her head, “After all the work we did on the business plan? All the changes they asked us to make?”

Emma shrugged. “Without a guarantor, it’s damn near impossible to get a loan. Crappy economy.”

Belle reached across the table and placed her hand over Emma’s. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Emma breezed, shaking her head, “We’ve known this was a long shot, ever since you found me pouring over those business studies books in the library last year. I guess it’s just going to take a lot longer than I hoped to get things up and running. Can’t start a bail bonds business with no bonds to loan.”

Really though, it wasn't fine. Far from it. She’d been working as a bail bonds person for almost ten years now. She had a great reputation, tons of potential clients- but no means of setting up on her own. Not that working for someone else was the worst thing (at least she had a job) but she’d always wanted something to call her own. And this business could be that. 

Could have been that.

“Maybe the bank isn’t your only option,” Belle began, nervously pulling back her hand from Emma’s and toying with her teacup. “Do you remember Killian Jones? From my birthday party?”

To be honest, that night was well, a little bit of a blur. Emma had made great friends with a bottle of tequila and, the next morning, with the porcelain throne.

“Tall? Brooding…”

“That’s the one,” Belle smiled, her eyes crinkling. “Well, you know he works in the English department with Will? Well, next year Professor Gold is retiring and Killian is a shoo-in for tenure when that happens.”

“And?” Emma asked, confused, wondering where the hell Belle was going with this.

Belle looked nervously from side to side, as if she was checking to see if anyone was listening. “Well, the problem is his visa is up in six months, and the university is having trouble renewing it, something to do with quotas and whatnot.”

“Okay…” Emma nodded, still perplexed.

“And, anyway, the easiest, and quickest, way for him to get a visa would be to get married to a US citizen. At least until his tenure was certified.”

Emma held up her hands, scrunching up her nose, “Wait - how is this going to help me?”

There was a pregnant pause. Emma wasn’t sure if Belle was just being dramatic or if she was thinking, but a sharp kick under the table from Emma’s boot soon brought her to her senses.

“You could do it. Marry him, I mean.”

Blinking, Emma took a second to make sure she had heard her friend correctly. Marry him? Marry a stranger?

“Wait, wait, wait,” she began, shaking her head, “Are you serious? Is this some kind of joke, because I-“

“Very serious,” she promised, widening her big blue eyes as if to emphasize her point. “This could be a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

Emma laughed, a loud, broad chuckle that raised the eyebrows of the heavily bearded Village-type guy at the table next to them. “You’re insane. He’s insane! For all I know he could be crazy? I mean what kind of guy comes up with an idea like that. Geez…”

Rolling her eyes Emma took a sip of her coffee. It was still a little hot.

“It was my idea,” Belle replied quietly, “And he is a nice guy. Really. He’s hung out with me and Will a bunch of times and well, he works for the university so you know he has no criminal record-“ she grinned: as if that was enough to seal the deal.

“This is possibly the most crazy, harebrained idea I have ever heard of.”

“I know it’s a little unorthodox-“ Emma scoffed, “-But surely it’s worth thinking about? He’ll pay for everything, you’ll need to keep it legal for 18 months, tops, attend a couple of immigration interviews… Then a nice quiet divorce with a payout for you.”

“Just like that.”

Belle shrugged, “Kinda.”

Emma stared into her coffee cup, watching the foamy bubbles float and swirl on the surface, reflecting a rippled reflection of her face.

This was crazy, stupid, reckless, illegal-

And she was actually considering it.

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The shoes pinched her toes. Belle’s feet were a good half-size smaller than hers, but given they were sling-backs they just about fit. She tugged the hem of her skirt down, the cream silk covering her knees but a little wrinkled from the journey. 

Oh well, she thought.

Belle was still chattering as they made their way inside. Something about Will and Killian and the time-

They made it to the ceremony room after a few missteps in the ill-fitting shoes and as Emma caught her breath, Belle opened her large purse thrust a small posey of forget-me-knots in her hand.

“Your something blue,” she explained.

Emma frowned, giving her friend a pointed look, “This is not real,” she whispered.

Belle leaned closer, “Appearances are everything. And, anyway, that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it.” She stood back and shrugged. Emma couldn’t help but crack a smile - Belle was one of the most optimistic people she knew, always seeing the bright side, even on a cloudy day. “So, you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be….” Emma muttered, feeling her stomach churn as the large, oak doors began to open.

///

Five weeks earlier

Three tequilas later and she was still shaking.

It had been her idea to meet in a bar. It was a good excuse to get mildly intoxicated before meeting the guy she might marry.

Marry. 

She tapped on the bar and the bartender lined up another shot that she quickly threw back.

“Emma?”

Oh God, oh crap…

This must be him.

Looking up the first thing she saw was a smile, broad with nice not-too-perfect, not-too-white teeth lined with soft looking pink lips.

She smiled back. An automatic, terse smile that she saved for occasions when she was uncomfortable. 

“Killian?” she replied, meeting his so-blue eyes and feeling a flush of attraction. She was always a sucker for pretty eyes.

So he was cute. That couldn’t hurt…

He nodded and sat next to her. Then there were an awkward few seconds where she toyed with her empty shot glass and he straightened his shirt.

“Drink?” she finally asked.

“Beer?”

Emma waved at the bartender, “Two Red Stripes.”

“Good choice,” he chuckled as the two bottles arrived.

Okay, he was cute and his accent was kinda nice. Two ticks in the yes box.

They each took a sip.

“So, I’m guess you think I must be a crazy person.”

“You said it,” she replied with a shrug. He raised his eyebrow in a ridiculous way that she should not have found attractive.

(But did).

He began to pick at the paper label of the bottle with his thumbnail. It was saturated with condensation so it started to peel away easily.

“Desperate is more apt,” he insisted, “Trust me, I was the last person who ever expected to be in this predicament…”

If anything, Emma realized, he seemed embarrassed about the whole situation: shifting in his seat, rolling the bottle between his hands.

“But here you are,” she replied with a little more snark than she had intended.

Silence.

“I’m sorry-“ she began.

Killian linked his hands together on the bar.

“No, you’re right. This is the dumbest idea. I’m not even sure how I managed to let Belle talk me into this. I should go-“

He moved to reach for his wallet.

Emma balled her eyes shut.

“Wait - stop-“

When she opened them he was staring at her expectantly. “Look, I’m not promising anything, but Belle assures me you are normal and not a serial killer, so how about we put that topic of conversation to one side for the moment, finish these beers and then…”

“Then?” he asked with another goddamn eyebrow raise.

And she couldn’t believe what she said next: “Then we’ll see.”

///

“Repeat after me: With this ring I thee wed, and with all I am, and all I have, I honor you.”  

Emma did as she was asked, numbly repeating the words, her fingers shaking a little as she held the simple gold band and threaded it onto his finger. 

When she was done, he quickly grasped her hand before she could pull it away, squeezing it gently until she looked up and saw a soft, reassuring smile on his lips.

Her heart was beating so hard, surely everyone could hear it. The drum rhythm seemed to be getting faster and faster, the blood rushing to hear ears.

God, she didn’t want to pass out.

Taking deep breaths, she held out her own hand.

She would not faint. She was not some swooning damsel in distress.

His hands were warm. Soft, but still with texture. He ran his thumb over the back of her hand as the Justice of the Peace spoke.

“With this ring I thee wed, and with all I am, and all I have, I honor you.”

The words sounded different in his accent. They seemed to carry a gravity with his dulcet voice. 

It all seemed so much more serious.

The feel of the cold ring slipping on her finger snapped her from her thoughts. She looked down, expecting a plain gold band like he had provided for himself. Instead she saw an intricate design of a heart, held by two hands, wearing a crown. It was familiar but she couldn’t quite place it…

His hand wrapped tighter around hers. The Justice of the Peace closed the small, black book he was holding and smiled.

“Emma and Killian, you have heard the words about love and marriage, have exchanged your vows and made your promises, and celebrated your union with the giving and receiving of rings.”

Killian squeezed her hand gently.

“It is at this time that I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!”

So this was it. They had done it-

She turned to face him, prepared to give him the small kiss they had discussed, Belle already whipping out her camera, Will slapping Killian on the shoulder-

One hand at her waist, one came to cup her cheek-

He leaned forward.

A minuscule pause followed, as if he was checking for permission.

She wound her fingers in the lapel of his handsome deep-blue suit.

His lips met hers.

(Warm and soft as she had thought).

Her free hand slipped up into his hair.

Her left foot popped backwards as she tilted her head and their lips parted. 

A swipe of tongue and her stomach dropped to the floor.

A shiver ran down her spine as she was pulled closer to him.

And he kissed her again and again and again-

She knew her lipstick would be smudged and her dress more wrinkled from where his hand held her so tightly.

But as they parted, with a tingle on her lips, she couldn’t quite find herself to care.

**PS shout out to the bestest beta @nickillian : five years!!! :O

#captain swan #cs ff #cs fan fiction #ouat fandom crescendo #fandom crescendo

[songasold]

What about an imagine where the reader is an actress in peaky blinders and is dating Tom Holland but while he is in America filing rumours start that she i hooking up with Finn/joe cole or someone and it puts a strain on their relationship. I don’t really know how it would end I just liked the idea. Anyway thanks xx

Omgg I love this it’s a Tom Holland and peaky blinders mashup and I’m about to start crying out of pure happiness - alright let’s do it

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Sometimes you still couldn’t believe that you had landed a role in peaky blinders. So many from the people that you admired in the acting business worked on that tv show. Cillian Murphy was always one of your greatest role models when it came to acting. First time you met him you couldn’t even speak to him.

So being on the peaky blinders set was a dream come true for a new and young actress like yourself. Only problem was that you would have to stop flying around with your boyfriend Tom Holland for a while. Of course tom supported you wholeheartedly and was very happy for you landing a part on the BBC show but both of you loved traveling together so it was bittersweet for both.

Everyone on the set welcomed you with open arms and tried to make the experience for you as easy as possible. You developed a very nice relationship with Helen McCrory and she’d always mentor you. You also got along with Sophie very quickly because as people say girls have to stick together.

A relationship that you didn’t expect to grow was the one with Finn Cole. Well you always had a crush on young Michael Grey but you didn’t think the actor would be just as sweet. You developed a very strong friendship with him which involved going out and playing around. You’d be spotted by the paparazzi eating dinner many times and rumors started to grow more and more, day by day.

Tom would text you about it and at first you’d just laugh it off and he wouldn’t be to serious about it either because he trusted you. His beautiful little girl. He loved you. At least that’s what you believed.

It was the day that Tom would come and you’d go out for dinner, to say that you were excited was an understatement. You had missed him so much, it felt like there was a hole in your heart but plans didn’t quite work out. You were supposed to meet him on the restaurant after work but you got held in. They needed you for an extra scene. You texted Tom that you’d be late but late wasn’t even the right word.

After literally two hours of waiting he decided to go to set himself and see you. He’d have to leave again tomorrow so he didn’t want to miss the chance.

You were just getting ready to leave. Finn was on the dressing room with you and you two were laughing about how you messed up your lines earlier that day. He was watching you as you’d take off your Peaky Blinders make up and sometimes you’d feel him stare but ignored it. You asked him to leave for a little while so you could change into your normal clothes and he nodded opening the door to leave. After he closed it you started taking your clothes off. What you had no idea about is that on his way out Finn bumped into Tom. Your boyfriend was surprised to see him walk out your dressing room and after pushing ahead of him he opened the door and walked in to see you only in your bra and shorts.

“What the– Tom?!„ you grabbed one of the shirts near you out of instinct and put it in front of your chest. When you realized it was your boyfriend, you calmed down a bit but your heart was still beating quickly. “Don’t you know how to knock?! What the hell is wrong with you Thomas?!„

“Just friends? Ha? Since when do friends get naked for each other?„ while he was speaking you put on your white shirt. He’d look at you like you had committed a crime.

“What on earth are you talking about?„ your voice reached the same level as his which was pretty loud considering that you’d never shout at each other.

“What was he doing in here? I just saw him walk out!„

“Who?! Finn?! Ugh Tom he was here for like five minutes and then I told him to leave because I had to change! Nothing happened! Can you calm down? You’re shouting for literally no reason at all!„

“You know I’m sick of you having an excuse for everything!„

“Excuse me?!„

“I’ve been waiting for two hours (y/n)!!! Two hours!!„

“I know! I told you I’m sorry! What was I supposed to do get off work for my boyfriend?!„

“Didn’t seem like you were working to me!” He responded back coldly. Your eyes widened at his answer. He’d always trust you and now he was acting like he was certain you had cheated on him. You scoffed, the belief he had in you was obviously gone. It hurt you to know that this is what he thought of you-that you were short of a slut, hooking up with your co-stars.

“Fuck off Thomas!„ you spat, angry at how he treated you. Your two years relationship clearly meant nothing to him. He softened a little after you cursed him, like he realized that he had taken it to far but he still didn’t let his guard down. “You don’t get to be mad at me (y/n)! You did this! You’ve been telling me to ignore the rumors but you haven’t done anything at all about it!„

“I thought you trusted me Tom!„ You said, your voice loud and cold.

“Yeah I used to!„ he shouted back. Silence filled the room after that. ‘Used to’. He said it so simply, it left you speechless. Neither of you knew what to say and it somehow felt like you weren’t going to get over this.

Tom ran his hand down his face, trying to calm himself. He had never let it shown but all he rumors that had grown about her and her co-star were driving him insane. Being away from her all this times was the worst and sometimes he found himself thinking that maybe it would be better if she had never gotten the part on Peaky Blinders.

You were to happy in the last few months to realize how much it actually bothered him. Only now you could see it in his eyes, his teary eyes and it broke you. You wanted to storm out the room and leave him but something kept you there, standing across him and he stood there, looking at the floor.

You approached him slowly and placed your hand on his shoulder. He didn’t raise his head to look at you and you couldn’t really see his eyes or face but you could feel that he had softened up a bit.

“Tom I love you! I love you more than anything! Finn is only a friend a good friend and if you wanna trust the media instead of me than go ahead but I am telling you the truth.„ your voice got lower with every world you said and cracked a little. “I’m sorry for causing this mess but I have never ever lied to you. Ever.„

You were about leave, so you could give him a little time for himself but Tom grabbed your hand before you were out the door and pulled right in his arms. Tightening his grip on you as tight as he could. You drowned in his chest, in his warmth that you had dearly missed. You pulled your arms around him as well and closed your eyes while listening to his heartbeat.

“I love you too„ you felt him whisper in your hair before he laid his forehead on your shoulder and hid it in the crook of your neck. “I love you so much..I’m sorry..I just missed you and..„

“It’s alright..I missed you too spidey..„ you mumbled

“I didn’t mean-„

“I know..„ you whispered.

___________

Ugh crappy ending Ik but I couldn’t think of anything else sorryyy😭

#tom holland #peaky blinders #tom holland imagines #cute #love #marvel #imagines #trust

[sonofadeanwinchester]

Stuck In The Middle With You

Summary:  Crappy day at work; first some moron runs into the back of your truck causing you to spill a whole coffee on your blouse; next you bend over a little too far and rip a huge whole in your skirt; then the elevator breaks down for God knows how long with two men who should be winners of America's Next Top Models; today was going to be a loooooong day.

Sebastian Stan x Reader ; Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 1206

Warnings: nothing too much, obviously swearing cause I like to stay close to the actual person.

HOUR ONE

I cursed under my breath as I stood in the floor to ceiling mirror at work. "Fuck." I whispered quietly. "Brand new shirt too." I shook my head and sighed as the wet paper towel tried its best to clean the coffee stain off my brand new white blouse. "Ugh, fucking, never again." My phone started to ring, the newest Beyonce song set as my best friend's ringtone. "Hello?"

Angela's chipper voice sang through the small device, "Good morning, (Y/N)!"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Hey."

She scoffed, "what's wrong, love? Having a bad day? It's only 8 AM."

I snorted, "bad's an understatement. Remember that blouse I just bought last week?" She hummed. "Spent $65 on this damn thing and dropped my whole fucking coffee order all over me this morning."

Angela sighed, "you have the worst of luck."

The door opened and a co-worker peeked her head through. "(Y/N), boss is looking for you."

"Ugh, fuck me. Listen, the bitch from hell is looking for me so I'll call you later, k?" My boss really wasn't that mean of a person but right now, at this exact moment, everyone was a bitch from hell. "Coming." I sighed once more throwing the soaked paper towel into the trashbin and walked briskly to the end of the hall where Mrs. Carter's office was. I knocked and she sang out a enter. I smiled "you wanted to see me?"

She nodded then her eyes got big as they landed on the full stain on my chest. "Yes, thank you for coming in. You know you have something on-." She stopped talking and pointed on her chest exactly where the stain was located.

I nodded, "yes, thanks. Traffic was terrible this morning and some asshat ran into the back of me, causing, well this. What's going on?"

She smiled and straighted her already perfect pencil skirt. "I hear you're going to Tampa for a few weeks. That's exciting."

I chuckled, "uh, yeah, taking vacation off to see my brother and his wife. She's pregnant with their first child."

She lightly laughed, "of course, family is a beautiful thing." She pointed at the chair. "Please sit."

As I bent over to sit, the skirt that became two sizes two small ripped straight up the back, openly a few inches to reveal my bright pink thong. "Jesus!"

Mrs. Carter stifiled a laughter and shook her head. "Perhaps you would like to go home for the rest of the afternoon, come back in tomorrow morning refreshed."

I laughed, "refreshed as in not a stained blouse and a skirt that actually fits me."

She nodded and chuckled, "might be the best for you. You've been doing excellent with your work and you're caught up on your projects for the week, I'm sure you can handle missing one day at the office."

I sighed and agreed. Going home and laying on the couch for the rest of the evening sounded heavenly right now. "Thank you, Mrs. Carter." She nodded and I stood, removing my sweater and wrapping it fashionably as possible around my waist. "Ugh, fuck me."

HOUR ONE

I gathered my belongings and headed straight for the elevator. I pressed the little white button and only waited a moment before the big silver doors opened wide revealing two beautiful men I've ever seen in my whole life. The blond headed one smiled and stepped to the side allowing me access to the back. The brunet man, stood on his cellphone, arguing with someone in another language. As the doors shut, he hung up and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The blond man spoke, his voice a deep sound but smooth as butter. "What's the deal?"

The brunet chuckled, "there is no deal, she backed out of it."

"What the hell man? She was suppose to have all of her shit out of there by tonight!" He sighed and shook his head. "We already avoided this conversation for months."

The brunet spoke again, his voice deep and husky. "I know man, she's being a total bitch right now."

Then the elevator shook a bit and the lights flickered, then everything stopped moving. "What the hell?" I said as I looked around. I pressed a few buttons but nothing happened, as if the power had been shut off to the steel box.

The blond spoke, "god dammit, third time this month." He leaned against the walls and sighed. "Seb, you better just get comfortable, remember last time? We were stuck in here for almost six hours."

The brunet, now called Seb, sighed and growled under his breath. "Fuck."

I sank to the floor, making sure my sweater was covering the important bits and closed my eyes. A voice interuppted my thoughts. "I'm Chris and this is Sebastian."

I opened my eyes to see the blond man speaking to her, pointing a finger between himself and Sebastian. I nodded, "nice to know."

Sebastian laughed, "wow."

Chris chuckled as well, "rough day, eh?"

I snorted, "you have no fucking idea."

Chris shrugged, "Sebastian was talking to his cousin, who is also my ex-girlfriend, who isn't moving her shit out of our apartment because she decided she wants to stay and for me to find another place to live."

Sebastian laughed, this time at Chris's expense. "Dude, I told you when you started dating her to run away, she's insane." He looked at me, his eyes bluer than any ocean. "What happened to you? I'm sure you don't want to hear about Chris's love life." Then he smiled and I felt my stomach sink and my face fill with heat.

I shuttered out a breath. "Uh, well, some asshole bumper-ed my car today, spilling a full cup of coffee on this brand new blouse I just bought. I tried to wash it out but it made it spread. I went to sit in my boss's chair, bent over too far, and the whole ass crack of my skirt tore along with it. Hence the terrible 90s fashion statement of the sweater around my waist and now, my boss had sent me home to get some rest and I'm stuck in the elevator for God knows how long."

"Fuck, sounds rough." Sebastian nodded. "You work in this building?"

"No, I'm just here for fun." I rolled my eyes and when his brow furrowed, I snorted. "I'm kidding, sarcasm. Like ha ha funny."

Chris chuckled, "I thought it was kind of funny. Hey, Seb, you're not use to woman dishing it out, are ya?"

Sebastian snorted, "no because most of them are too busy checking themselves out in the goddamn mirrors."

I shook my head, "I hate woman who do that, like, get over yourself."

Sebastian's hand came out in a thank you gesture. "Thank you! Finally, a woman with some sense in her mind."

Chris smirked, "I'm sorry but I like it when a woman takes pride in what she looks like."

I snorted, "there's a difference between taking good care of your appearance and just being self-absorbed."

This comment forced a gut laugh from Sebastian. "Damn, girl, you are sassy."

I rolled my eyes, this was going to be a loooooooong day.

#Sebastian Stan #Chris Evans #sebastian stan fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #i'm a fangirl #fanfic

[spnsimpleman]

The Unknowns: Seven

This is a continuation for The Unknowns.  Which was a one shot and is now a long ass Prologue.  Part One.  Part Two. Part Three. Part Four.  Part Five. Part Six.

Dean x Psychic!reader

Teaser/Summary: An AU sparked from a songfic challenge, The Unknowns is based on Season One Episode Nine, Dean met reader in Lawrence as a child and they created an unbreakable bond. At the end of The Unknowns, reader decided to stick with her boys because she felt something coming but she holds secrets; one she holds close to her heart and a few that she doesn’t even really know yet.

Word count: 4768

Lines borrowed from season one episode sixteen, “Shadow” in Bold.

Dean snapped the phone shut after yet another pointless message. There was no way in hell John would make it. He could be anywhere and he’d never answered their phone calls in person up until this point, why would that change now? Maybe y/n was right. Maybe this was too neat.

“Voicemail?”

“Yeah.” He stood and looked at the fully loaded bag Sam dropped on the bed. He glanced up, “did you see her?”

That puppy dog look appeared then his gaze dropped to the bag, “yeah. She said she just needs some time.”

Dean nodded and looked into the bag, “it's better if we keep some distance or it just…” He waved his left hand between his chest and his brother’s, “we have to break the loop, she calls it. She can’t calm us both down so… it's probably worse now with the bond.” He lifted three books needing to get his head off what he had done and looked at Sam.

Sam shrugged, “I ransacked it. I’m not sure what to expect so I guess we should just expect everything.”

He picked up a gun and started prepping it and Sam followed his lead watching him from the corner of his eye. “Nervous?”

“No. Are you?”

“No. No way.” Sam clenched his jaw then looked down. “Can you imagine if we actually found that damn thing and killed it?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“I know, I’m just sayin, what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I’d sleep for a month. Go back to school. Have something normal again.”

Dean glanced at him, “school, huh?”

“Yeah, what about you guys? I mean you and y/n could actually have a life without me around all the time as the dorky third wheel.”

“You’re not a dork. You’re a nerd, there’s a difference.”

Sam chuckled, “no, but seriously. You and Y/n could do anything.”

He kept his hands moving and his eyes down. “We’d want our family back. I’ve had enough of being separated from my family.”

“Dean, you and y/n are good. Well,” Sam glanced toward the door, “maybe not right now.” Dean glanced up and shook his head.

Sam cleared his throat, “a family doesn’t live in the same house for the rest of their life. You seriously think you and her are content with crappy motels where people can hear you through the thin walls?” Sam rolled his eyes at the look on Dean’s face, “it won’t be like before. You and I, we don’t have these stupid ideas in our heads like you wouldn’t want to hear from me and you are over that distance equals safety thing. There won’t be any more radio silence. We’re not kids anymore. Besides when you two fight,” Sam glanced at the door again and a wistful look came over him, his shoulders relaxed and Dean knew he was lost in a memory until the tension returned and he looked back down at the gun in his hand, “you’re going to want your own place for that amazing makeup sex you love so much.”

Dean turned toward the door and wondered why the hell she was staying out there so long. He had already calmed down so why hadn’t she? The main thing that forced him to calm down was the way her fear still clawed at his chest after she left. She had closed so much off but hadn't been able to block that. “She really doesn’t want us to go.”

“You think we shouldn't? We don’t know what to expect. It could just be fear but it could be something else too.”

He looked at his brother, “we have to try. It’s better that she doesn’t go though. Just in case something goes sideways and dad doesn’t show. We could use the backup. I mean it can’t be a trap if we are already looking at that as a possibility, right?”

“You should go talk to her.” Dean stared at the door and Sam smirked, “believe me, making them wait only makes it worse. You should know that better than me.”

Dean nodded and dropped his gun on the bed and walked toward the door. He was so busy wondering what he should apologize for first that once he stepped outside the room he almost tripped over her. 

She was sitting in the hall with her back against the wall only feet from their door with her legs stretched out. “What are you doing out here?”

She glanced up and her hands dug further between her legs and he knew she was cold. “Felt like you guys were having a serious talk. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

He sat down against the wall beside her and she grabbed his hand lacing their fingers together. He studied their hands, the one thing that had changed so much yet still remained the same. “I’m sorry.”

She looked at him, her eyes shining and that little quiver in her lip, “I don’t want to lose you.”

He pulled her over onto his lap and hugged her. She latched onto him and his heart soared as he felt that quiet hum in the back of his head again. He closed his eyes and whispered in her ear, “best friends forever?”

“And ever.” She pulled back and looked him in the eye, “we’re not always going to agree, I know that.”

He touched her face starting with her cheek bone and working his way down. “Much too monotonous for us.”

That brilliant smile and her soft laughter bubbled in his chest. “And you would never survive without makeup sex.” But the fear and sadness still weaved in and out of his chest, her warmth attached to it, but she was trying to lift the mood before he left. She knew he would leave.

“Why does everyone say that?”

“You mean Sam and me?”

He dropped his gaze to her necklace and smoothed his fingers over the amulets, talismans, and blessed iron metals that her father gave her, “well, that’s everyone.”

She kissed his cheek, “maybe someday… we could have a little bit more. If you stay alive long enough.”

His gaze shot up to hers. “You are the master of guilt.”

Her face fell and she glanced toward the door, “yeah. I guess I am but not good enough to keep you from a promising lead.” She forced a smile but those words hit her harder than he meant. She pressed her fingers against his lips before he could apologize. “When you do get back alive, I can’t wait to say I told you so.”

“Okay, okay, that’s a bit arrogant. What was it you said about arrogance?”

She kissed him and he had to admit, he’d take makeup anything when it came to her.

The door opened and they both looked up at Sam. “Oh, hey.” His brow furrowed and he glanced back into the room, “ah, why are you on the floor?”

“You were the one that brought up makeup sex, Sammy.”

Sam stepped back into the room, “not even touching that one.”

“I am!” Dean called after him and she chuckled as she stood up.

“Come on, might as well get this over with.”

~~

Sam was lifting the heavy bag onto his shoulder when I walked into the room. “Please be careful. Keep your head and follow your instincts.” I hugged him and closed my eyes as his arms wrapped around me. “You don't have to be sorry. If you guys have to do this, I support you even if I think it's a terrible decision.”

Sam chuckled, “we’ll be alright. And hey, maybe this will be all over.”

I gave him a smile as he pulled away but I couldn't tell him he was wrong, that it would never be this easy and we were missing a few key pieces. “Maybe.”

He smirked, “you’re lying through your teeth.”

“Does that mean you'll call off this insane stakeout?”

Sam glanced at Dean who watched him from the corner of his eye. “We’ll be careful. We won't get too close.”

“I have a hard time believing that.”

Sam repositioned the bag, “see you soon.” He kissed the top of my head, walked around me, and left the room. I couldn’t bring myself to watch him go.

Dean’s chest pressed against my back as his arms slipped around my waist. “Hey, everything's going to be okay. We’ve done millions of stakeouts and we’re still here. And this will be no different, you know how I know?”

I leaned back into him, “how?”

“Because we’ve still got makeup sex coming our way and the universe is not that cruel.” He kissed my neck and I turned in his arms.

“I don't think the magic of makeup works like that.”

“Of course, it does.” I quirked my right brow and he smirked, “give me this one. The whole something to live for.”

“Shut up and kiss me, you giant dork.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, “you better believe it.”

His lips were warm and soft and while the kiss had all the things that usually swirled when we said goodbye for now, it was also tinged with our anxiety. He wasn't convinced it wasn't a trap and maybe that was a good thing. He pulled back, his hand brushed over my cheek one last time before he took a step back to extricate himself.

“Come back to me.”

He grinned as he grabbed his gun and tucked it in his waistband, “always.” He walked to the door and I followed him. He stepped into the hall and turned around, “when you get there, just don't get too close, okay?”

I gripped the door frame, “get outta my head.”

He met my lips in a sweet kiss, “never.” Then he turned and jogged down the hall.

I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment to catch my breath. Dean got that same feeling, that I should be there and I had nothing to go against it. I pushed off the door with a renewed purpose.

I threw off Dean's shirt and pulled fresh clothes from my bag. I dressed in between typing the address into Sam’s preferred search engine. I sat down and studied the map that came up, memorizing the streets around the warehouse then searched for any information on the building itself.

My phone buzzed on the table and I jerked in my seat. I forced out a breath, shaking off the adrenaline rush. I picked up the phone checking the time and caller, “Pamela, am I happy to hear your voice.”

“We’re not anywhere near Chicago, what's going on?”

“Daevas.”

“Wow. You seem to be finding a lot of old magic recently. What's got you so tied up in knots?”

“You don't think we started…”

“Honey, old magic is always around, most just don't know it. We didn't start anything, we only fought ancient fire with ancient fire. Now spill.”

“I think the demon is trying to draw them out. We bumped into this girl today that Sam met when he split up with us a few weeks ago. Weird by itself but… I felt this… like locked up feeling. Like a caged animal or something and I heard this muffled scream. Not like it was happening right then but recently, relatively, the muffling just....”

“When was this? Are you still with her?”

A vibration in her voice amped up my own anxiety. “A couple of hours ago. Sam followed her to this warehouse and overheard her talking into a goblet of blood about something coming to meet her so they went to stake it out but I didn’t want them to go. Sam didn’t think it was a coincidence either but they just have this…”

“Y/n! Y/n! Damn honey, listen. Do NOT follow her. You hear me? That girl is trapped.”

“What?”

“She’s been jumped by a demon. You still have your necklace on, right?”

“Yes.”

“Tell those idiots to stay away from her. If this demon has any ties to the one that tried to kill Jess…”

“Then it is trying to draw them out.”

“Probably John. She could’ve killed the three of you already.”

My stomach dropped, “they left twenty minutes ago.”

“Do you know where they are?”

“Yes.”

“Call John, tell him he can’t show up no matter what he hears. He’s probably already guessed but just in case.”

“Pam…”

“You can go there if you want but do not go inside, do you hear me? Those boys can figure something out.”

“And if they don’t?”

“They’re too important to them as leverage over John.”

“Are you sure or are you just trying to keep…”

“Stay. Out.”

“Okay.”

“Call me back. I’m going to see what I can find out.”

“Pamela, wait. How is she?”

“I don't know why you don't text each other. You could easily just make up a name…”

“That would create more questions.”

She sighed, “she’s worried about you as usual.” I rubbed the inside of my forearm as Pamela continued, “seriously, stay out. I don't need to kill those boys. I don't need that on my conscience.” She was trying to cool me down but it wasn't working. “Be careful, honey. You keep your head and you three will be fine.”

The line clicked and I shut my phone with Dean’s words replaying in my head, when you get there, just don't get too close, okay?

I shut the laptop and strode over to the night stand, got my gun from the top drawer and tucked it into my waistband. I pulled my jacket on and left the room as I pressed my phone to my ear. I knew John wouldn't answer but he would hear my message. He must be getting closer so he probably did know this was a trap but desperate animals were the worst and John knew that better than anyone.

~~

I settled in the shadow of a building a block away from the warehouse Sam had followed Meg to. The urge to move closer was painful but Pamela’s voice in my head kept me where I was and it wasn't the first time.

I had been staring at the building for twenty minutes now and I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for. The seven-story warehouse was the tallest building in this neighborhood and that never boded well when dealing with any kind of supernatural creature. Sam said her set up was on the top floor and I was trying not to think about any scenario that ended in a swan-dive from one of the three windows. Funny thing about trying not to think about something, a tendency I believe followed us from childhood, it becomes the only thing we can focus on.

I stepped out of the shadow and walked across the street seeking shelter in the next squat building. It was only to keep the blood flowing in my legs or at least, that was my excuse to get just a little closer.

I stopped at the corner closest to the warehouse when a familiar tickle in the back of my mind distracted me. I scanned the area but didn’t see anyone, the area was still and quiet. I pressed myself against the building hoping the darkness kept me covered from whatever was around that I couldn’t see. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the feeling and where it was originating but a loud scream shattered the quiet.

I opened my eyes and someone was crashing to the ground. I turned away and winced at the resounding thump and accompanying cracks. I looked back and Meg Masters was sprawled like a broken doll in the street. I turned my gaze to the broken window fighting the urge to rush into the warehouse once again. Everything had gone still again as I prayed for them to show themselves, to show me they were alright. Come on, guys. Come on.

They stepped up to the window looking down and I finally took a breath. I looked both ways before running across the street and Dean was gone from the window when I looked back. Sam pointed down and to the right and I spotted the door he was pointing out. The I told you so could wait, we needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

~~

Once we got in the car, Sam had given a quick rundown of what happened and finished with ‘you were right’. I didn’t reply, there was no need when they were both still obviously licking their wounds and it wasn’t something I cared to rub in their faces. Dean parked in the back alley and we climbed out of the car. Sam hefted the bag over his shoulder and we took the back entrance to the motel.

We made it up a set of stairs and stepped out of the stairwell. Sam had been preoccupied even before he rambled off the events from the warehouse but when we made it into the hall, he finally voiced the quiet thought in his head. “Meg said our dad was in town.”

I glanced at him, “demons lie.”

They both looked at me with mixtures of shock and confusion, “what?”

“I heard back from Pamela while you were gone. The thing I felt about Meg that I couldn’t understand was demon possession. The scream I heard in my head was the real Meg Masters. The girl that was probably put out of her misery after that fall.”

Dean winced, “shit.”

“And I told your dad not to come. Pamela said if anything they were going after him because she could've killed us.”

Dean took my hand and pulled me down the hall, “let’s get the rest of our stuff and get the hell out of here.”

I glanced back at Sam and he nodded, his hand unconsciously touching the strap on his shoulder and I wondered if he even realized how on edge he still was. That tickle came back when Dean opened the door and maybe Sam had the right idea. Dean pulled me inside then froze. “Hey!”

I grabbed Dean’s arm as we both stared at the silhouette in front of the window.  “What are you doing here? I told you not to come.”

John turned around and smiled, “I couldn't take the chance that something could happen to you three.” He met my gaze, “when I saw you on the corner..” He nodded, “I shoulda known you three would have it covered.” John glanced between Dean and Sam, “hey boys.”

I let go of Dean’s hand and he walked to his father. They hugged and I took a step back and grabbed Sam’s hand with a squeeze. We walked together over to Dean and John.

“Sorry, dad.”

“It's okay, it's tried to stop me before.”

Sam let go of my hand and set the bag down in between us, “the demon was involved.”

John smiled at Sam then looked at me, “it knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it.” I glanced at Dean and pinched my lips as I found his hand and he intertwined our fingers. “Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell but actually kill it.”

“How?”

I could feel john’s gaze on me and I glanced up at him. My own voice whispered in my head, The unknown colt trio.

“I'm working on that.”

Sam and Dean's conflicting emotions pressed against me on both sides and Sam begged to be a part of the fight. John’s heavy responsibility thickened the air around us. “This demon is a scary sonofabitch. I don't want you caught in the crossfire, I don't want you hurt.”

“You don't have to worry about us.”

I grabbed Sam’s hand hoping to calm him before his emotions got any louder.

“Of course I do, I'm your father.” I dropped my head and John’s rough fingers curled under my chin lifting it. “You too, kiddo. Why do you think…” he smiled with too much sadness in his eyes. Guilt waved through me. Guilt that had to do with Dean and I. I glanced at Dean and John nodded.

What will you regret when they're gone? The words rushed through my mind so fast I couldn't even grasp the speaker and Sam's confusion and frustration were jabbing me likes needles. Dean pulled me to his chest and Sam released my hand.

John talked to Sam, trying to apologize for the past that stood between them like a brick wall. I tried to grab that voice again, identify the speaker and figure out who it came from but it was gone and Dean’s arms tightened around me. Just breathe, I’ve got you. Dean’s whisper bloomed with a soothing warmth that settled some of the frazzled noise.

The surge of energies around me only heightened our connection and a hideous buzzing started at the back of my head. A cold sensation crawled up my back and I felt Dean’s gaze meet his father’s the same time that icy pressure latched onto the nape of my neck. Dean’s hand cupped the back of my neck and harsh whispers of a distant language filled my head.

Dean called me back, “Y/n?”

I snapped my eyes open and caught John’s confused gaze, “no!” I reached out for him but he was thrown away.

Dean wrapped his arm around my waist plastering me to his chest as Sam went down. “Don't let go.”

A searing pain lashed my back and we went flying through the air. We tumbled as we hit the ground and dean landed on top of me. He was searching my face when I saw the shadow shaped like claws fall across his forehead. “Dean!” I grabbed his shoulder but his head whipped back and his body was ripped from my grasp. “No!”

He landed on his back and I scrambled over to him, climbing on him to cover as much of his upper body as I could. I grabbed his face and pleaded with him to open his eyes. “Dean! Please look at me. Come on, don't let go remember?!”

He sucked in a breath and wide eyes stared into mine. I smashed my lips onto his closing my eyes and praying for the thing to happen, the bond to save us, but no words were coming to me and I couldn't remember them. Nothing was happening except our pain and desperation searing back and forth.

I pulled back and looked over at Sam. He was kneeling beside the bag, I thought there might be something in there but Sam was a step ahead, his hand in the bag then he was screaming something. I saw the flare and bent over Dean covering his face.

The room exploded with unnatural light and Dean pushed me to my feet. He got up and grabbed my hand then called out for his dad while inching his way in his general direction. We found John and pulled him to the door and out into the hall.

Sam was behind us and pressed his hand to my back reassuring and pushing us forward. Once we got to the stairs, Dean took most of John’s weight and I stepped back, Sam automatically wrapping his arm around my lower back and we took the stairs two at a time with Sam practically carrying me.

We finally made it to the car and Dean’s panic morphed into resignation. Sam tried to shove John into the back seat but Dean stopped him and argued a fair point that John should leave without us. Sam fought it but he felt it too, he just didn't want to admit it not even to himself. Too many times of being left out as a kid, the abandonment swirled viciously and the vengeance for Jess burst like a volcano. My head throbbed but a seething burn in my back started to edge out the other noise.

Dean touched my shoulder and turned me to face him while Sam begged John. Dean’s concern flowed through me and I shook my head. “You're just as bad.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me against him or I moved there, sometimes I wasn't really sure who was moving towards who. His arm throbbed as well as his face and ribs. He tucked my head under his chin and breathed me in as I did the same with him.

The one thing that could comfort us in the craziest, scariest, most insane of moments was the beat of a heart and the scent of the one constant, the one we never wanted to be without. It was almost like lying down in my own bed with freshly laundered sheets after a long, exhausting day. There was no where else I’d rather be and his strong arms holding me just made it better.

“This fight is just starting.” John’s voice was commanding without the old drill sergeant tone. Dean and I looked his way and he glanced at us, “we all have a part to play. Your brother’s right and she knows it. You do too, Sammy. You gotta trust me. You gotta let me go.”

I touched Sam’s back and he finally resigned himself to the truth. Sam stepped back and took my hand. John looked at the three of us. “Take care of each other.” His gaze met mine and I wanted to ask about his spotlight comment but I just couldn't do it. He needed to go, we needed to go.

He walked around us and gave us one last look before disappearing into another alley. Dean opened the door and helped me inside but once I leaned back against the seat I realized just how bad my back was.

“You need to lay down in back.” I gazed into his eyes knowing he was right but I didn't want to leave his side. “We’re right here. Nothing’s going to happen while we're in baby.” He held out his hand and helped me into the back. He kissed my forehead before I laid down on my stomach. “We’re okay.” He was saying it more for himself but it was something we all needed to hear.

Dean revved the engine and spun away from the curb. Sam had the small first aid kit and leaned over the seat. “I think you're going to have to trash that jacket.”

“Damn it, could you just give me some good news?”

Sam smirked, “well, at least they didn't touch your face.”

I chuckled, “true. You asshats look like Siegfried and Roy after a bad night.”

Dean snapped, “hey, that poor tiger couldn't control itself. It had rabies.”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” Sam did his best to clean the wounds as much as he could without hurting me from his position.

It wasn't easy, I could feel his strain leaning over the seat, but all I could picture was another car slamming into us and Sam getting ripped in half or worse. I grabbed his wrist, “that's good but you're freaking me out. If we get in an accident…” I looked up at him, “it's good enough for now. Thank you.”

He pulled out the bottle of pain reliever and shook two out. “Take these.”

I popped them in my mouth and winced, trying to dry swallow. Sam handed me a water bottle from who knew where but I accepted it and took a few quick swallows. I handed it back ignoring the shake in my arm, “thanks, Pumpkin.”

Sam turned around in his seat and slid down. “I'm letting that slide because you look like shit.”

“Hey now, mop top,” Dean barked.

“My sweet, sweet pumpkin.”

Sam chuckled, “I think she's in shock.”

The laughter started quietly even silently for Dean until we were all laughing so hard it hurt. Dean’s ribs, Sam’s side, and my back and yet we couldn’t stop. That quickly the energy in the car had changed. I closed my eyes grateful for the one thing no demon could take away from us, our connection. It was the one thing that pulled us, sometimes kicking and screaming, through the worst times but we always made it to the other side together. That would always be our greatest strength and I hoped it would be the one thing that brought us out of this whole damn clusterfuck alive.

Eight

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