#think I just found Bobbys ringtone | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

randomblog444 · 1 year

Text

I will never let anyone hurt you again

Dean Winchester x female singer reader

tw: injured reader, mentions of death, slight angst but fluff at the end

It’s been long, too long for him. She has never been away this long. After the heated argument the both of them had over a week ago, she left for a hunt; since then, there was no sign of her.

He thought of calling her multiple times, but his pride taking the best of him. Usually the both of them were inseparable, the past few months, he was different though. Not able to think straight when she was around, trying to avoid her, to just push this feeling, that has never been there before, into the back of his mind.

Stares lasting longer, than ever, emitting this tingling feeling in his stomach. But he couldn’t fall in love, that just wasn’t his thing. Their job coming with the chance of dying in every hunt, it would just hurt to loose her even more.

Next to his brother, she was the most important person in his life, the friendship of both of their fathers making it impossible to not spend time without each other. After the passing of Bobby, she decided to move into the bunker with the brothers, knowing that without them she would be completely alone. But Dean and her relationship was always different, closer than with his younger sibling.

That evening they argued, she had asked the question, that has lingered in her mind, ever since he started to act different. „Why do you avoid me all the time, have I done something wrong?“, never really having been able to control his feeling, he just let all his pent up feelings out, starting the argument.

After hours of screaming, she took off in her fathers car, he left after his passing. Knowing her, probably going on a hunt, because that is the thing she does when she is upset. That night when he went to bed, he couldn’t sleep, because of the feeling of regret that was filling up his stomach.

The ringing of his phone taking him out of his thoughts, putting the beer bottle out of his hand and taking his phone. Before he was able to say anything, the familiar voice he hadn’t heard in a couple of days, spoke on the other end.

„Hey Dean, I just wanted to let you know that I am in Downtown of Columbus, it is actually pretty nice here, the only thing that is bugging me is, that there is something stuck on my shoe and I haven’t been able to get rid of it“ her voice being to calm, he understood the thing she said immediately. „I am coming over immediately“ he said into the phone, asking her for her location.

He wasted no time jumping into his car and taking off. Sam had been on a hunt with Eileen, so he had to go alone; but he didn’t care, all he cared about was getting to the woman he deep down loved more than any person he has ever loved before.

After the drive, that took him way too long, he found the spot she sent her with ease, but to his misery she was nowhere to be found. Adrenalin rushing through his veins, thinking of the worst case scenario: her being dead just like almost everyone he loved before. He dialed her number, hoping for a sign of her to be alive, no one answered. Not wanting to give up yet, he dialed again, still no answer, but in the distance he could hear the ringtone, he heard in the bunker many times before.

His body acting faster than his mind, he rushed in the direction of the sound, finding the object with surprisingly easy. In front of an old barn, pretty far away from the city her phone laid in bush. Guessing that something bad happened, he pulled out his gun and quietly walked into the old wooden house. Inside he could hear unfamiliar voices, peeking around the corners he detected two men lingering over another person.

On a closer look he could immediately tell that the body, that was laying unconscious on the floor, was the woman he had been missing for the past few days. He wanted to run there, take down the men and save the person he swore to protect, but he knew he couldn’t, he had to find out what he was dealing with before he could try to kill the attackers in front of her.

Hiding behind the corner, he tried not to loose his mind. Taking another peek to the three people, he noticed that she slightly moved on the floor, relief flooding his body. They both lock eyes and a slight smile appeared on her blood smeared face. Her mouth starting to move, no sound coming out, so the men in front of her won’t notice.

„Vampires“ he could barely make out from the shape her lips made. Finally knowing what to do, he snuck out back to his car to get a machete. He would kill them, every single one of them, to save her; rushing back in, he didn’t care if he made any sound, the only thing he cared about was her.

Coming back in, one of the men were hovering over her, most likely wanting to suck her blood. She was trying to fight back, but she was visibly to weak to do so. „Hey you son of a bitch“ he screamed, taking the attention away from her to him. The fangs of the monsters appearing as they try to attack him.

His years of hunting experience making it easy to take down the blood suckers, face and body smeared with the blood of the men he just killed. Taking his attention back to the person he desired, he rushed over, picking her up and bringing her to the car. He wanted to take care of her wounds, and do everything he could to save her, but first he had to leave the place, before the other vampires from the nest came back.

Going over the speed limit he rushed away, to the next save place he could think of, parking his car next to a field. He turned around to the back seat, looking back at her, her wounds were bad, but she was alive. After further examination he was able to tell, that she wasn’t in danger of dying. She was still passed out as he started to tend her wounds the best he could.

Her eyes opened slowly, feeling hands over her body, first she was scared, thinking she was still captured by the vampires, but she quickly realized it was no monster. The touches starting to get softer, her wounds all bandaged up, he carefully took her into his arms. „I am so sorry, I will never let you go off alone again, I will never argue with you again, I will never let anyone hurt you again. I can’t let you die, you mean too much to me“ he whispered into the crown of her head in between small kisses.

She put her hands around him, pulling herself closer into his arms, pushing kisses into his chest. Realizing that she was alive and awake, he let tears of relief fall down his face. „I am alright Dean, I am alive“ she pushed away to look into his emerald green eyes. „Please don’t cry“ putting her hands on his face wiping his tears away.

Her being still exhausted, he drove to the closest motel, so she could regain some strength. Laying her down on the bed so she could sleep; he wanted to get some fresh air, get something to eat and drink for her. „Dean“ he heard the small voice behind him, „please, stay here with me“. He turned back around, laying his body next to her fragile one, she pulled herself back into his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

And then he knew, he was in love, and no matter how hard he tried he could not get rid of his feelings for her. Brushing his fingers through her hair, trying to put her to sleep, so she could rest. „You know, I really thought I was gonna die back there“ she said while her eyes filled with tears.

The words sending a pain into his chest, he pulled back and looked deep into her eyes. „I would never let you die, I love you way too much for letting someone or something take you away from me“ he whispered and she knew, he meant every single word.

Putting together all her courage, she pressed her delicate lips to his, hoping he would return the kiss. Surprisingly he pulled away, not thinking she would return the feelings he hid for so long. „I was supposed to do that“ he said letting a light laugh escape from his lips.

She smiled too, „okay let’s just start again“ pulling back turning around, putting her back to his. „Do what you need to do, I will pretend to be surprised“ he heard coming from her. Carefully he turned her around, taking her chin into his fingers, pushing his lips against hers again. The kiss didn’t last long but they both knew, how much it meant to them.

„Oh my god, I didn’t expect you to do that“ she said sarcastically. „Shut up“ he answered with a big grin. They both continued to share more kisses, before falling asleep in each other’s arms; knowing that she is safe in his arms.

#Supernatural #supernatural ff #Supernatural fanfiction #Dean Winchester #Dean Winchester supernatural #Dean Winchester ff #Dean Winchester fanfiction #Dean Winchester x reader #Dean Winchester fluff #Dean Winchester angst #fanfiction #fanfiction fluff #fanfiction angst #supernatural x reader #supernatural fluff #supernatural angst

286 notes · View notes

anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount · 2 years

Text

I Lost My Phone! (Avengers x Reader)

So due to all of the birthday posts celebrating Steve, I realized that on my school-induced Tumblr hiatus, I missed a shit-ton of birthdays between Bucky’s and Steve’s. So there’s gonna be a ton of birthday posts coming for the MCU characters that I can find birthdays for. In the meantime, enjoy this fic that’s taken me months to write and find inspiration for.

Warnings: slight Sam x Reader, my taste in music (that deserves its own warning any day), reader being called just about every nickname I could think of, swearing.

Word Count: 3950

Summary: Reader’s ADHD causes her to lose her phone a lot, when the Avengers find out she has specialized ringtones for all of them, they’re obsessed with finding out what they all are.

For an Avenger, you were actually pretty young. You were older than Peter, but still younger than Wanda and Pietro. You were close with all three of them, and you all loved to make references that confused the fuck out of everyone else. You also had ADHD, which meant lots of things. For you, it meant that something specific, like a bobby pin from 3 years ago, was fresh in your mind. Your top left desk drawer, underneath the colouring books, to be exact. But, you were always fidgeting with something; your ring, a pen, tapping your fingers, and literally anything you could get your hands on. You spaced out a lot, so you would fidget with a pen during meetings so you could actually pay attention. Also, you had this terrible habit of losing everything that wasn’t specific; your phone, wallet, keys were left everywhere around the compound.

You were sitting in the lab one day, fidgeting with a brain puzzle Tony had left on his lab bench while he was upgrading something into your suit. “Kiddo?” He asked, “Peter just texted me that he texted you hours ago and you still haven’t responded. He wants to know if you’re mad at him, and if you’re still on for that late lunch picnic.”

“Oh, would you let him know that I’m not mad at him and that I’ll get all the stuff for the picnic if he’s willing to swing us to where we’re going?” You responded.

“Sure, I can do that,” Tony replied, drafting his response to Peter. “Why haven’t you responded to him?”

You laughed. “I have no idea where my phone is, Mr. Stark. I haven’t seen it in hours, and I have no clue where I left it.”

Tony laughed too, having done the same thing many times over the years, though you did it far more often than he ever did. “I’ll just call you then, it’ll help. Unless your phone’s on vibrate?”

“No, it’s not on vibr- wait, don’t call me!” You exclaimed, but it was too late. Who’s Your Daddy by Toby Keith started playing from upstairs, and you ran up to the kitchen where you found your phone ringing on the counter.

Clint and Natasha were sitting at the counter, drinking yet another coffee. “Why is that your ringtone for Tony?” She asked.

“I, uh- it’s- I-” You stumbled over your words, turning your phone off, blushing as Tony came up the stairs behind you.

“Why is that your ringtone for me, kiddo?” He asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You could easily escape if you wanted to, but it was his way of letting you know that he actually wanted an answer.

“My dad was shitty, my parents sold me into HYDRA as soon as my powers manifested, and when you guys got me out.. I just kinda.. y’know.” You said, hiding your head in your hands.

Clint rubbed your arm softly, “Hey, don’t forget about that picnic with Peter.”

“Oh, shit! He’ll be here any minute! I have to pack the food!” You scrambled around the kitchen, your gravitational powers making everything around you float as you did, and you didn’t even notice Tony slip your phone into your back pocket, just so you wouldn’t forget it again.

There was a knock in the kitchen doorway, and you turned to see Peter. “Y/N/N!”

“Peter!” You ran over to wrap him in a hug.

“You didn’t have your phone, did you?”

“Had no idea where it was. Mr. Stark had to call me.” You said, nuzzling into his chest.

Peter chuckled, “So I guess they know what your ringtone is now?” You blushed and pressed yourself further into his chest, wanting to disappear. “Do they know what it is for me?” He asked. You shook your head and tried to stop him from pulling his phone out, but he called you anyways.

You grabbed his hand and started leaving with the food as the Spiderman theme song started playing in your pocket. You turned it off and called behind you. “Goodbye Mr. Barton, Ms. Romanoff, Mr. Dad!”

“What did she just say?” You heard Tony ask as the doors shut behind the both of you.

“What did I do?” You asked while Peter was swinging you to a spot you had deemed as the ‘Kids Room’. Only Peter, Wanda, Pietro, and you were allowed in, and it was just a treehouse that Tony had built in the woods that surrounded the Compound. But it was fun not letting any of the other Avengers in.

“You called Mr. Stark something you probably didn’t mean to.”

“Peter, what did I say?”

“You called him ‘Mr. Dad.’” Peter explained, you groaned, hiding your face in his neck.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next time you couldn’t find your phone was actually the next day in the gym. Tony had designed you special wireless headphones that would work up to a mile away from your actual phone. Meaning that your phone could be anywhere in the Compound, and while listening to your music, you would have no idea. You had come back last night from your outing with Peter, and got him to swing you directly up to your bedroom so you didn’t have to run into anyone else, before kissing his cheek and telling him good night. You didn’t have feelings for him, it was just something you two always did.

“Captain Rogers!” You called from your place on top of the gymnastics bars, “Have you seen my phone anywhere? I can’t remember where I left it.”

Steve shook his head in response, “I’m sorry, kiddo, I haven’t. Do you want me to call it for you?” He asked, pulling his phone out already.

“Yeah, that might be a good idea- wait.” You dropped off the bars as soon as you heard the first bar of Ice Ice Baby. “Shit!” You exclaimed, running towards the noise.

“Language!” Steve called, following you. His super-soldier hearing was sure to hear what his ringtone was.

You pulled open the cabinet with the mugs, where you had left your phone this morning after pouring your coffee, and declined the call. “Thanks, Captain.” You muttered, walking off to take your post-training shower.

“I’m starting to think she does this on purpose,” Clint said, poking his head out of the vents.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked in response.

“Just yesterday Y/N forgot where her phone was while Peter was trying to get a hold of her, and Tony had to call her phone. It was sitting on the counter. At least she has a good sense of humour. I wonder what her ringtone is for me..” He wondered thoughtfully.

“What was her ringtone for Tony?” Steve always had more questions.

“Some country song called Who’s Your Daddy. Y/N evidently sees Stark as a father figure, she even called him Mr. Dad by accident yesterday as she was leaving for her picnic with Peter.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was only a few hours later when you couldn’t find your phone yet again. “I’m starting to wonder if someone’s just moving it when I’m not paying attention.” You said, patting your pockets as you walked into the kitchen where Clint was pouring yet another cup of coffee.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” He asked.

“I can’t find my phone, again!” You exclaimed. “It’s the second time today that it hasn’t been exactly where I thought it was!”

Clint chuckled, “Where did you think you left it this time?”

“My pocket.” You deadpanned, subtly looking behind him to see if he had hidden it from you so he could find out what his ringtone was.

“Should I call you?”

“I wouldn’t. I’ll find it in a few minutes, don’t worry about it.” It was at that moment that you heard Men in Tights from Robin Hood coming from in between the couch cushions.

You dove towards the couch, but Clint, being taller and stronger, beat you there. “Really? This is my ringtone?”

“Robin Hood’s an archer!” You defended yourself, reaching across him for your phone to turn it off.

Nat walked in at that moment, and started chuckling at the position the two of you were in. “So, sexual tension with people other than your wife, Barton?”

“Nat, he took my phone.” You whined, unable to reach it without physically climbing him.

“Clint, give Y/N her phone back. Y/N, stop getting mad that people are finding out what your ringtones for them are. You have an excellent sense of humor, and nobody has been mad about their ringtone yet.”

“You guys are keeping a list, aren’t you?” You grimaced.

Clint and Natasha both laughed, “And keeping track of who laughs at which one.” He added.

“Ouch.” You said softly, putting your phone back in your pocket and heading back into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?”

“Nobody’s really sure yet. What do you want?” Nat replied.

“If there’s one thing I learned from my missions with HYDRA, it was how to make a mean mac n’ cheese.” You said, pulling the ingredients out of the cupboards.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you woke up the next morning, it was to someone banging on your door. “Y/N! Training! You’re late!”

You groaned, rolling towards the noise and off the edge of your bed. “Fuck!” You exclaimed, having hit your head on the nightstand.

Bucky rushed in, “Y/N, are you alright, doll?” He helped you sit up while you were holding the back of your head.

“I-” You hissed softly, “hit my head. It hurts, Sarge.”

“Yeah, you’ve got a pretty good gash there, kid. Why weren’t you already up?”

“I don’t know where my phone is, it never went off with my alarm. I always leave it plugged in right there.” You explained, pointing to your laptop, which was currently plugged in. “Huh, charged the laptop last night instead?”

“Let me call you, doll. And then we’ll get you down to Helen in the medbay to get you all fixed up, you’re bleeding.”

“Okay, that’s a good plan.” You started to say, “Wait, my ringt-” But it was too late, Rasputin was playing from somewhere under your bed.

Bucky laid down on his stomach to get it for you. “Nice choice, kid.” He said, passing your phone back to you before he picked you up bridal style. “Let’s get you to Helen.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were able to keep track of your phone for the next three days, but while reading on the couch you realized it had been hours since you had last seen it. “Ms. Romanoff?” You called, knowing she was sitting in the kitchen. “I haven’t seen my phone in hours, have you seen it anywhere?”

“Sorry, sweetie, I haven’t. I can call you?” She pulled her phone out, and as she did you remembered what your ringtone is for her.

“I wouldn’t do-” You started to say until you heard Black Widow by Iggy Azalea playing from the fridge. You stood up and walked over to it, opening the door. “What the fuck is my phone doing in there?”

“You must’ve traded your phone for a YOP drink.” Natasha said, ending the call from her end of the phone. “Hm, Barnes was right, you do have good taste in music.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With Bruce you were always pretty good at keeping your phone handy, which was good, because you didn’t actually have a special ringtone for him, which you guessed made him special in his own right. You just could never think of a song that fit him well enough to be special enough for his ringtone. You spent a little extra time with Bruce to make up for it, plus you figured that whenever you moved your phone, he would make sure that he knew where it was so you wouldn’t lose it. You had a sneaking suspicion that Hulk liked you too, if the way you were able to calm him down was any indication.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was about a week after Natasha had helped you find your phone that you had lost it again. Thor and Loki were back, and while Loki often stayed on Asgard, since Thor insisted he was actually the better king, you enjoyed getting to spend time with both of them. They did both have phones now, since Tony had forced it upon them both last time they were on Earth, so you all would have a means of getting a hold of them, other than praying Heimdall would hear you. They both immediately came to you for help on understanding the Midgardian device. Similar to what Steve and Bucky did with their first phones too, actually.

You had been searching for the last 20 minutes, all over the Compound, and you couldn’t find your phone anywhere. It wasn’t anywhere in your room, your bathroom, you checked all the kitchen cupboards and the fridge, twice; and you had even checked all the furniture in the main living room where you and Loki had been quietly reading that morning after training. Nothing. Your phone was nowhere to be found. You had even poked your head into the lab while Tony and Bruce were gone to see if Peter had seen it. Still no. Your phone was gone. You were just going to have to get a new one and transfer over all of the data. You groaned, flopping down on the couch, data transfers take for-fucking-ever.

“Little angel?” Loki asked. “Is something wrong?”

“I can’t find my phone, as per usual. I’m just gonna go get a new one and do a data transfer, which takes for-fucking-ever to load and it’s annoying as shit.” You flopped your head to look over at him on the other couch, pouting.

“Why don’t you just get someone to call your phone?” He asked. “I can do it if you’d like.”

You sighed, resigned to have left it somewhere stupid yet again. “I guess you’re my last option, Mischief.” Loki pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped on your contact, calling you. bad guy by Billie Eilish started playing from down the hall, in the training room. You ran towards the noise, picking your phone up once you got there. “Now I remember! I didn’t have pockets in my workout clothes this morning, so I left my phone on the bench. I haven’t needed it, so I didn’t think twice about not having it.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You also didn’t have a ringtone for Rhodey, but he was almost never around, and he never called you anyways. You only had his number in case of emergency, mostly for when Tony was stupidly drunk or if he was fighting with Steve and nobody could get them off of each other.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The morning after Loki had helped you find your phone, you couldn’t find it again. “Nope, I’m not gonna bother, it’ll show up in a few minutes.. or hours..” You mumbled, curling up on the couch with your book.

Three hours later, after finishing your book, going to training, taking a shower, making everyone lunch, and running some errands, you still hadn’t seen your phone anywhere. You retraced your steps throughout the day, pausing momentarily to ask Bruce if you had had it when you stopped in the lab this morning to ask Tony about an upgrade to your suit. Apparently not.

“Lady Y/N?” Thor asked, coming up behind you. “Are you feeling alright? You’ve been running back and forth across the compound looking like a- what’s the saying?”

“A chicken with my head cut off?” You asked, sighing.

“Yes, that’s it!” Thor exclaimed. “Is something wrong?”

“I can’t find my phone, Thor. That’s all. I’m sure it’ll turn up somewhere.”

Thor picked you up and put you on his shoulders. “If I called you, milady, would it help?”

“I suppose..” You told him, using your gravitational powers to float safely back to the ground. Thor pulled his phone out and you heard Thunder by Imagine Dragons playing from the lab downstairs. “But.. I didn’t have it when I was down here this morning? I guess I could’ve left it down here last night and since it’s the weekend none of my alarms would’ve gone off.”

“Oh, crap, Y/N, I am so sorry.” Bruce said, looking up from his computer. “I was cleaning up the lab this morning and I must’ve put some things on top of your phone and then Tony moved them, and-”

“Bruce, if I had really needed it, I would’ve gotten someone to call it for me sooner. My only missed call is from Thor. Trust me, it’s alright.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When you couldn’t find your phone again right after dinner, you were starting to worry about yourself. I can’t possibly misplace it this often, you thought to yourself. Somebody has to be moving it when I’m not paying attention so they can find out all my ringtones. Or maybe I really am this forgetful. Should I ask Dr. Cho about upping my meds? Should I go off my meds and see what happens? Should I-

“Y/N/N? You alright, sweetie?” Sam asked, interrupting your train of thought.

You jumped, not having heard his knock on your door. “Oh, Sammy! You scared me! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“It’s alright. You were really lost in thought, huh?”

“Yeah, I was.” You ducked your head, blushing. “Did you need something?”

“I was just coming to check on you. FRIDAY said you were in here pacing.”

“Oh, yeah, I do that when I’m stressed. Sorry.”

“It doesn’t bother me, honey. Why are you stressed?” He asked, sitting on your bed and patting the spot next to him.

“I just feel like somebody has to be taking my phone and hiding it. I can’t possibly misplace it this often, right? I was thinking that I should talk to Dr. Cho about my med dosage since I feel like I’m more disorganized on them than I am off. It’s not even just my phone, other than the bobby pin under the colouring books in my top left desk drawer, I never know where anything is anymore.”

“Okay, so we’ll find your phone and go talk to Helen about your meds. Problem solved.” Sam wrapped an arm around you and pulled out his phone to call you.

You nuzzled into his side and mumbled, “What if I don’t want you to find out what my ringtone for you is?”

He kissed the top of your head. “We’ve all loved your ringtones for us, honey. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” As you said this, Sam clicked the ‘call’ button on your contact and Fly Like A Bird by Nelly Furtado started playing from the hallway. You opened the door and found your phone on the little table next to your door. “Fuck.” You said under your breath.

“Hey,” Sam said, wrapping you in a hug and resting his chin on your head. “That’s hilarious, sweetie. I love it.”

You turned around in his arms and wrapped your own around him, “You’re not mad?”

“Of course not. Now what’s this I hear about Barnes having his hands on my girl last week while I was on a mission?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After fixing your meds up with Sam and Dr. Cho, you were able to keep track of your phone for about 5 days. Sam helped. But, now, you had just finished training with Wanda and Pietro and you had no idea where your phone was. This was especially making you think you were crazy since these workout clothes have pockets. Both front and back. “Sammy! Have you seen my phone?” You asked, poking your head into his apartment.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He called from under the bathroom sink. “Have you asked Wanda and Pietro? I know you were just training with them.”

“Nope, I came here on my way to them. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Of course you will, it’s movie night.”

“Right, yeah. I forgot. Okay, I’m gonna go find Wanda and Piet, but I’ll see you later.” You said, kissing his forehead and shutting the door behind you. The next thing you knew, you heard Red by Taylor Swift playing from somewhere above you. That was your ringtone for Wanda, she was calling you?

“Up here, sora!” You heard Wanda call from the balcony. Looking up, you saw her waving your phone and you quickly used your gravity powers to float it down to you. “Oh, Y/N/N, you did such a great job controlling your powers!” Wanda shouted, running down the stairs to wrap you in a hug.

Pietro was right behind her, and all of a sudden you were in the middle of a group hug with the twins. “Well, princessa, now that we know what your ringtone for Wanda is, we have to find out what it is for me.”

“Speed, I am speed.” came blaring through your phone speakers in the voice of Owen Wilson, who played Lightning McQueen in the movie Cars. You sighed, dropping your head onto Wanda’s shoulder as you declined Pietro’s call.

“That is the best thing in the world, princessa.” Pietro said, speeding you back to your apartment. “We’ll see you at movie night tonight?”

You nodded, leaning in the doorway. “Of course you will, Speedy. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, just when you thought you were done with everybody calling you to find out their ringtone, King T’Challa and Princess Shuri showed up.

“Y/N?” Shuri asked, knocking on your door, “Are you awake yet, love?”

You flung your door open, “Yes, I am, but I was looking for my phone before I came out for breakfast.”

“Oh, let me just call you.” Shuri pulled out her phone and called you, and Get Lucky by Daft Punk and Pharrell Williams started playing from down the hallway, in the kitchen.

You walked down the hall, into the kitchen, where everybody was eating breakfast, blushing. “Couldn’t find your phone again, honey?” Sam asked. You nodded, grabbing it out from under your favourite mug.

“How did it even get out here? I had it last night in bed.”

“No you didn’t, you were in here making popcorn and brought your phone with you. You never brought it back, so I just assumed you grabbed it on our way to bed last night.”

“I must not have.” You said, finally remembering to hang up the call to make the song stop.

Natasha wrote something down on her phone, you assumed she was continuing to add to the list of ringtones she was keeping. “Hey, T’Challa, you’re the only one that we don’t know Y/N’s ringtone for, would you mind calling her for us?” Tony asked.

“Of course I can,” T’Challa said, pulling his phone out.

You quickly tapped on your phone, changing T’Challa’s ringtone while you still had a chance. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough because The Pink Panther started playing as your phone lit up with a call from the Wakandan King. “Crap.” You mumbled, declining the call.

“Oh, honey.” Sam said, walking over to you and wrapping you in a hug. “Your sense of humour is absolutely the light of our lives. Has anybody disliked what Y/N/N’s ringtone for them was?” Everybody shook their heads.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

All in all, losing your phone so often because of your ADHD didn’t end up being so bad. But Clint got his ass kicked when Peter found your phone left in the vents one day. Turns out, when Clint isn’t hiding your phone, you actually don’t lose it all that often.

I hope you enjoyed! Once again, I have no idea how to end fics, so you get that piece of shit as a last paragraph.

610 notes · View notes

thekillingjoke-haha · 3 years

Text

Prime Time,Bitch!

Tagged: @spnquotebingo the keep reading function is messing up for me

Sam said he was locked up tight in the dungeon. He was never locked in with her. She was locked in with him. The hunter becomes the hunted with no where to run.

Warning: Mature Language,Blood,Gore,Character Death?

-"Thoughts"- (they are red for those who can see)"Quotes" 'Reading'

"I'll be right back. This demon side is fighting to stay in control. I just need a few more pints of blood." Sam said as he slung a bag on his shoulder. "Yeah I got it get some food to!" Y/n said with a smile as she walked him to the impala. The roar of the engine rumbled as she waved him off going back inside what she didn't know was Dean knew that Sam just left and a chilling smile grew on his face.

Y/n popped popcorn as she sat in her room a horror movies playing as she got comfortable. A scream came from the movie drowning out the sound of the dungeon door opening up. The youngest Winchester laughed as a girl tripped over nothing her and Dean always make fun of them they had no real reason to hit the ground so they should get right up. This made her slightly sad. Was Sam going to fix Dean or was it already to late for him? Shaking off the thought the killer was about to crush the women's skull when the power cut out,but the red emergency lights didn't cut on yet which was weird. "God damnit." She grumbled getting up and grabbed a flashlight and went to the breaker to fix it walking right past the open door. Flipping the switch the normal lights don't turn on only the red ones and she turned around to get her phone to call Sam when she dropped her flashlight. Y/n gazed at the empty chair in the center of a devils trap she took off running to her room,but paused he knew she would run there for her phone and Dean or the demon he's become won't let her get help. She changed course to Sam's panic room to hide.

"Oh N/n where are you? I miss my little sister don't you miss me?" A metal sound of something dragging on the floor made her tense. Thinking of all possible things it could be of how she's going to die.–'It could be a bat,but we don't have any metal ones in the bunker. Maybe a sledgehammer,but that would have ment he when into the garage and the power going out would have locked everything.''– Her eyes widen as she released what it was he must have been carrying around she was sharpening it with the rest of the blades earlier that day."Have you figured it out yet? I know how you think when a horror movie is playing you see ever scenario before the movie can catch up. No wonder Sammy says you cheat at Clue!" Dean laughed as he seemed to wander to each room. The sound of wood splitting as he yelled "Here's Johnny!!!" It seemed so much worse that Dean was the evil this time a normal demon would know her so personally this seemed almost cruel him quoting films they watched together. "What to clichés? I admit the axe is old school."

The panic room the size of a cubbie it was so small,but just big enough I could calm down and think properly. Looking up another version of myself sat in front of me...my conscience. I could speak,but she could she's in my head after all. –"You can't run. There's nowhere to go doors locked down the moment the lights went."– I saw a illusion of myself running through the halls just to hit a corner and get a axe to the chest before it faded away. –"Can't go for your phone or your laptop he probably broke it the moment he noticed you weren't in your room."– I saw myself creep into my room just to see a shattered phone and my laptop with a cracked screen buffering to open instant messenger to text Sam. The laptop was slammed shut on my fingers causing some to break and get sliced by the glass looking up the sick grin of the Demon caught my eye before the axe ended that path. –"The burner. The one in your dresser Dean doesn't know about it so neither would the demon.Get it and get back here as quickly as possible. "– It was settled call for help. Listening for any foot steps I creep out of the hiding space a faint whistle going off down one of the many halls way from my room. Sneaking down the hallway staying low I get to my room where the door is torn to shreds as I open my drawer and fish out the phone. Going back down the hallway I get back to Sam's room and immediately call him.

"This call has been forwarded to a automatic voice message at the tone ples–" Hanging up I call again and again with no answer. At this point help was no longer a option. The whistling seemed to get closer and I rushed to the panic room until I paused. –"A enclosed space in a closet. There's not much space to move around if he finds you there your done for."– I back away slightly. –"Behind the door offers a easy place to hide and get out,but if he does the same to Sammy's door he did to yours it's not much of a hiding spot then."– A axe goes through the door creating a massive hole and Dean peaks inside and sees the white of you tank top in your (f/n) flannel. The door was whole again as I looked around the sound of metal getting louder running out of time. –"Under the bed allows you to see him without him seeing you,but like the panic cubbie not a lot of wiggle room if he hears you your done."– It was too late running to the metal door of the panic room she slams it shut not to loud to sound like she's trying to hide it,but just loud enough for the demon to register it. Sealing it shut I slip under the bed and wait for the time to get out and hopefully find a weapon.

Boots walked into the room turning to the closed closet. "Oh N/n!~ There's only so many places to hide in such a small room. Did you really think I wouldn't hear that heavy ass door close?" He chuckled darkly as he opened the closet and went to the small door. Dean tried turning the wheel to unsealed it,but it seemed to dawn on him that it could only be opened from the inside. With a huff anger he began pulling the brick of the wall started to bend outwards and crack. I was glad I wasn't in there. Going to slip out from under the bed while he's distracted the burner phone rang its annoying ringtone. Not even bothering to stop it I rush to get out faster,but a firm grip caught my ankle and dragged me out. Turning onto my back Dean stood their his apple green eyes staring at me. "Found you." He lifted up the axe having let go of my ankle lifting up my feet I put as much strength as possible into kicking his stomach. The demon was knocked back into the closest hitting the ground. Unfortunately axe still in hand. Stanfing up I ran leaving the phone behind. -"Sam took Baby so the trunk armory is out of the question. The garage has so pretty handy tools too bad that it was sealed along with the front and only entrance. Kitchen has knifes none that can hurt him,but just enough to slow him down. Library demon blade was in there last you checked,but Sam could have grabbed and put it on a high shelf."– Too many options and the kitchen was closer so that was the first stop grabbing a knife I held it tightly as a stalked slowly to the Library to see if there were any supernatural weapons.

The library was dark and the red lighting barely lit up the large room. "Would you like to play a game?" Dean mocked in a deep voice as he went around the bunker his voice echoing no real pinpointing where he is. I can't call Sam and prying to Cas hasn't worked meaning Dean made angel banishing symbols in most of the rooms. Y/n was getting desprit the bunkers massive size most of it was unexplored by them so being lost in a underground maze b wasn't the best option. "Are you scared yet Y/n? Well be afraid. Be very afraid. I'm what goes bump in the night sweetheart! Never thought the Winchester’s downfall will be by the hands of the oldest. What a twist!!! Right?" Dean yelled turning to the table I saw the supplies I cleaned with,but the weapons were gone and a note was left on in their place. 'Hey Y/n I put the weapons back into the trunk for tomorrow's hunt so you wouldn't have to...you're welcome and your blade was just sitting on the table so I put it up. ~Love Sam' I wanted to cry oh chuck nothing can save me in this buncker Bobby was sending us gallons of holy water next week because we were low...all rooms were demon proof,but he seemed to be a exception now,so no calling Crowley either.

Turning around the library doors open and I duck behind one of the many shelves. "Welcome to my nightmare!~" He said with a chuckle that bounced from every wall. Dean knocked down books and destroyed anything in his way while he looked around. Crawling on the ground I go to leave when the sound of something whooshing in the arm made me drop like a bag of rocks. The axe meet the shelf and I gazed at the red illuminated face of my brother eyes now black and demented. Laughter bubbled out of his chest as he mumbled. "Carful dear wouldn't want to lose you head." Yanking the axe free many books tumbled down. Taking the kitchen knife in hand I slash his calf and go for his thigh when the knife is flung out of my hands. "You little bitch!!!" He hissed now holding the knife and showing it into my stomach. A silent cry came from my lips bot to give him the satisfaction of my screams just yet. I look up at him and just past his head where I couldn't normally reach was the handle of my blade peeking over the shelf.

I begin to giggle and it turns into fits of laughter. Black eyes flicker back to confused green ones. "What's so funny?" I catch my breath as I lean up slightly. "You picked the wrong place to corner me. Wanna play?" Grabbing his knee and pulling it buckled under him causing Dean to hit the shelf letting the blade fall freely. Reaching out I catch it "Let’s play." Stabbing upward into his stomach the same place the knife was lodged in my own stomach. He howled in pain as I removed the blade and ran keeping pressure on the knife wound as I turned corners just to get away. -'He played with your head play with his. The intercomes...a good distraction can lead him away and let you get the jump.'- I hurry to the intercoms not before making a pit stop.

Demon!Dean POV

I growl at the wound on my body the little shit stabbed me. This makes killing her so much easier then she can be just like me. Grabbing the axe I stomp through the bunker. "What a excellent day for an exorcism." Her voice sounded through the speakers now I know were she is. "Would you like that?" I said aloud with a grin. "Intensely." Y/n said trying to make her voice horse before the clipping sound of the intercom stopping rang out before being replaced with a creepy melody that always scared her. "There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." My ear drums almost burst at the loud deep voiced scream ears still ringing I didn't register the blade being driving into my sholder flinging her back I turn around as she's running down the narrow hallway taking the axe with both hands throw it straight and the axe hit her almost dead center in the spine. The audio cut off after the song and I stood over her. Y/n had her face turned coughing up blood I definitely hit her lung. "Thanks for catching it for me." I smile as I heavily put my foot on the small of her back pulling the axe out. She screamed out it was mildly gurgle from the blood. Turning her over my little sisters eyes shined with unshed tears. "Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." I said with a small whipping the few that slipped by she whimpered Sam's name and I grew frustrated. Lifting the axe again. "Looks like you couldn't make the cut,N/n. Just another extra that stuck around for too long." Dropping the axe down it went into her chest the creaking of her collar bone and sternum were whispers compared to the blood curdling cry. They soon died out as her skin paled and her breathing stopped she'llmake a strong demon. "See you soon." Taking the axe out I begin to drag her body.

The lights in the bunker cut back on meaning Sammy was home. Having placed her perfectly in the chair I was tied to I wait until he finds her standing next to the door. "Y/n?! Y/n!?" He yelled most likely having gone to her room rushing the the dungeon his heavy foot steps abruptly stopped. "Oh God! Y/n come on!" The moose of a man rushed in the room cradling her face in his hand. "You were too late, Sammy. She called your name before she went,but I guess five missed calls wasn't enough for you to rush home. N/n fought for so long waiting it out just for you to never show." I said closing the door as he turned to me standing infront of her corpse. "You didn't make things easy on her. I mean you took all the weapons and put the only thing to defend herself on the top shelf...like keeping the cookie jar way from a child. In some way you killed her before I could." Lifting the demon blade that had his own blood on it. I stalked towards him cornering him in the room. "Sure you won't give me a good chase,but woah she wore me out." Holding the blade to his throat when a gun shot fired and a sting hit my arm causing me to drop the knife.

Y/n stood colt in her left hand the axe keeping her up in her left. "Demons always so sure that what's dead is dead and can't be undead. Ever heard of a pulse jackass. " so distracted that she was alive Sam was able to restrain and she held a handful of bags of blood. "Let's get this over with." She bagan to inject me and I felt myself become mire human and I started thrashing hard. With the last vile in hand she looked into my eyes. "You should be dead." I hissed as she pushed the needle in. "Sorry. I'm into survival."

————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

A/n This is the last one in round one of the Spnquotebingo and I ended with a dozen quotes.

Title: "Prime Time,Bitch!" Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

"Here's Johnny!" -The shinning

"Would you like to play a game?" - Saw

"...be afraid. Be very afraid"- The fly

"Welcome to my nightmare."- Nightmare on Elm Street

"..lose your head." Alice in Wonderland

"Wanna play?"- Child's Play

"What a excellent day for an exorcism...Would you like that?....Intensely." - The Exorcist

"There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." - The Conjuring 2

"Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." - Hellraiser

"See you soon." - Coraline

"She called your name before she went,but I guess..." -Hadestown

"...what's dead is dead and can not me undead." -Jacksepticeye (DBD playthrough)

"I'm into survival." ‐Nightmare on Elm Street

#spnquotebingo #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #winchester!sister #winchester!reader #demon!dean #horror movies #horror quotes #Dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #castiel #crowly #hunter being hunted

124 notes · View notes

happylifefanfic · 3 years

Text

Safe Place Chapter 6

“Christopher, Jake, Claire! The movie is starting in 5 minutes,” Emma yelled from the kitchen. After dinner, the three children had gone to get their pajamas on while Emma cleaned up. She had promised them earlier in the day that they could watch the newest release on the Disney+ app before going to bed.

Just as she turned on the dishwasher, her phone rang. A smile graced her face when she recognized Eddie’s ringtone.

“Hey, love. How’s your shift going?” she said when she answered the call.

“It’s been okay. We’ve had some crazy calls so far,” Eddie said with a sigh. “How’s everything going there?”

“Good! The kids are getting their pajamas on and then we’re going to watch that new movie they saw a preview for at Disneyland yesterday,” Emma replied as she moved to the room she shared with Eddie to change into her own pajamas. They had decided to go ahead and move in together after he asked her to marry him. Their wedding was set for the next month at Athena and Bobby’s house.

“I wish I was there with you guys,” Eddie groaned.

“I wish you were here too,” Emma sighed. “At least we’re both off tomorrow before I have to go back to work.”

“Thank God,” Eddie said. “What time is your brother coming to pick up Jake and Claire?”

“He should be here around 9:00 in the morning, and Carla is coming to pick up Christopher at 9:30,” Emma said as she pulled her pajama top over her head. The sound of giggles in the living room let her know that the kids were ready to begin the movie.

“I forgot he wanted to spend the day with her tomorrow,” Eddie said quietly.

“Is that still okay?” Emma asked. “I can call Carla if you’d rather him stay home.”

“He’d be so mad if we did that,” Eddie laughed. “Plus, it will be nice to have some time alone. We haven’t had the house to ourselves in weeks.”

“That will be nice,” Emma said dreamily. “We have some more wedding planning to do too.”

“Let’s knock as much of it out tomorrow as we can,” Eddie said. “Are you sure you don’t want to just go to the courthouse?”

“And have your mother and mine kill us both? No, thank you,” Emma said as she walked down the hall to the living room.

“I don’t blame you on that one,” Eddie said with a laugh. Emma laughed along with him as she pulled up the Disney+ app on the television. She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud roaring noise and then the unmistakable sound of an explosion that rattled the house.

“Emma! What was that?” Eddie yelled through the phone, but got no response.

Emma had fallen to her knees at the force of the blast and dropped the phone in the process. Once the house stopped shaking, she grabbed the three children and ushered them quickly into the bathtub in the bathroom closest to them. All three of them were terrified, and Emma paused a moment to calm them down.

“You are safe,” she said. “Stay here while I go check out what happened outside. Do not leave this room!”

“No! You can’t go by yourself!” Christopher yelled at her.

“Christopher, I will be fine,” Emma said soothingly. “I promise.”

Emma closed the bathroom door behind her and went to grab her gun, badge, and keys. She grabbed her phone from the floor as she ran towards the front door.

“Eddie?” she said into the phone.

“Oh thank god!” Eddie exclaimed. “What on earth happened?”

“I don’t know yet,” Emma said as she jogged outside. When she turned around to face her old house, a fireball lit up the sky the size of a mountain.

“Eddie, we’re going to need you guys here ASAP,” Emma said as she moved closer to the fireball. Less than half a mile from their house, she found a scene straight out of a movie. Remnants of an airplane were strewn all over a section of a neighborhood where houses once stood. The whole area was engulfed in flames.

“What happened?” Eddie asked. Emma could hear the sirens from the firetruck in the background.

“A plane crashed,” Emma said. “The fire is out of control!”

“You need to get away from there,” Eddie yelled at her.

“I know,” she replied as she turned to head back to the house. “I’m going to get the kids and take them to Athena and Bobby’s. This fire is huge and it’s going to get bigger with the amount of jet fuel leaking from this plane.”

“Be careful,” Eddie warned. “I love you.”

“I love you too. You need to be careful too. Come home to me safe and sound,” she said before she hung up. As she got closer to the house, she saw neighbors coming out to investigate.

“You all need to go somewhere safe until the fire department has this area secured,” Emma said as she jogged past them. When she returned to the house, she ushered the kids out of the house and into her car just as Engine 118 went roaring past.

“That’s dad!” Christopher yelled.

“It sure is,” Emma said calmly. “We’re going to go to Athena and Bobby’s house and wait until it’s safe to come back.”

“Is Eddie going to be okay?” Claire asked with concern from the backseat as Emma maneuvered the car out of the driveway.

“Yeah, baby. He’s going to be fine. He does this kind of thing all the time,” Emma said as she smiled at her niece in the rearview mirror.

On the inside, Emma’s heart was beating faster than normal. She knew this was not your typical fire and that scared her more than she wanted to admit. A wave of nausea passed over her as she pulled to a stop in front of Athena and Bobby’s house. She and the kids went to the door and were greeted by Athena and Maddie.

“Hey kids!” Athena greeted them. “Harry is outside on the patio getting games ready for you guys.”

The kids followed Christopher outside as Maddie engulfed Emma in a friendly hug.

“I’m so glad you guys are okay,” she said as she released Emma. “Buck called when Eddie couldn’t get you on the phone. I came over to Athena’s to see what we could do to help.”

“Bobby said the fire was awfully close to you guys,” Athena said to her partner. “I’m happy to see you were able to get the kids out of there before it got really bad.”

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Emma said. “It was like watching a horror movie unfold before my eyes.”

“Bobby said the FFA is reporting that it was a commercial flight out of Houston that crashed,” Athena said solemnly. Maddie shuddered while Emma quietly hung her head.

“Let’s just focus on keeping things light and positive for the kids,” Maddie said.

“Great idea,” Athena said. “I can make us some popcorn.”

“That would be great,” Emma said with a weak smile. “I’m going to go to the bathroom for a minute.”

“Sure, take your time,” Athena replied. “We’ll keep an eye on the kids.”

Emma quickly made her way to the bathroom and barely managed to make it to the toilet before she became sick. Several moments later, she emerged from the bathroom to see Maddie waiting outside the door.

“How far along are you?” Maddie asked as she handed Emma a wet paper towel. Emma took it, and gulped loudly.

“Six weeks,” she whispered as she moved the wet paper towel across her face.

“Does Eddie know?” Maddie asked quietly.

“No,” Emma sobbed. “I was going to tell him tomorrow after the kids left. I just found out the day before we went to Disneyland.”

“Oh, honey,” Maddie said as she wrapped Emma in a hug. “Eddie is going to be thrilled about the baby.”

Emma nodded her head unable to speak at the moment.

“It’s never bothered me before that he puts his life on the line every time he goes out to a fire,” Emma said. “I get it because I have a dangerous job as well, but for some reason today, it scares me to death to think of him out there in danger.”

“That’s completely understandable. You love him, and you just found out that you’re carrying his child,” Maddie said as she rubbed Emma’s back soothingly.

“You’re right,” Emma said quietly. “I wish I would have told him about the baby yesterday.”

“You’ll be able to tell him when he gets home,” Maddie said. “I smell popcorn. You want some?”

“That actually sounds good right now,” Emma laughed as they headed out to the patio to be with Athena and the kids. Even as Emma smiled and tried to act like nothing was wrong in front of the kids, her stomach rolled and she fought off the feeling that something awful was going to happen.a

#9-1-1 #9-1-1 imagine #9-1-1 fanfiction #eddie diaz #eddie diaz imagine #eddie diaz fanfiction

23 notes · View notes

fightevilandthengetblownup · 3 years

Text

FIC: SOMETHING BORROWED, SOMETHING BLUE III

—

PART ONE

PART TWO

“Now, you need to make your eyes really wide-” Jo’s ears perked hearing the false whisper from somewhere behind her as she worked at the stove. Biting down on the inside of her cheeks to keep from smiling, the blonde continued to work on the pancakes for breakfast - using her squeeze bottle to pour the batter out into the shape of a batarang before spelling out her boy’s name inside before flooding the middle as she listened to the talk. “Nice and big like that, yeah. And then what do we say to Mommy?”

“Mommy, can we have blueberries too?”

“That’a boy.” Jack’s whisper disappeared in favor of the warmth in his tone as he smiled down at the boy. Jo glanced over her shoulder, catching the amusement in those blue eyes for a moment before looking back at her pancake. “Let’s go, huh?”

“Yes!” Billy’s voice was high and excited, and Jo schooled her face into a look of surprise as she flipped over the current pancake and then looked down at her son when he tugged on the hem of her sleep shirt. “Moooommy!”

Blinking a few times, Jo smiled down at her sweet boy before answering. “Yeah babyboy?”

“Mommy, I… Umm..” Jo fought down a laugh watching the sudden look of confusion swallowing the young boy’s face, Billy’s eyes blown wide and worried before he held a hand to his lips in thought. Glancing up, she could see Jack’s shoulders shuddering with concealed laughter, before the tug of Billy’s hand caught her attention again. “Mommy, can… can we have blueberries too?”

The way his finger tapped against his bottom lip and his green eyes were big and open and pleading, Jo knew immediately that she was absolutely screwed dealing with him going forward ever saying no. Puppy dog eyes added to that soft pleading tone was just too potent and she let out a small whine of frustration realising just how screwed she was.

“Oh darling boy, of course you can.” Kneeling down as she turned the temperature of the pan down lower in her off hand on the way, Jo leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead with a loud ‘mwah’ noise. “You get Jack to help you grab them out and wash them proper, alright?”

“Yes Mommy!”

Sending a tiny, pretend scowl over her son’s head towards the smirking man, Jo turned back to the pan and checked the base of the current pancake before sliding it out and onto the boy’s black and red plate before starting on the next pancake for the other adult. Slowly drawing out a spider followed by its web, she flooded the gaps between as she kept one ear out for any trouble from her men as she carefully made Jack’s pancake, and then a cutesy looking mallet for her own pancake design; Jo bit down on a chuckle hearing her love explaining carefully how to rinse and then dry the blueberries and pile them into a little bowl to share on the table. Looking over her shoulder as she flipped her pancake, she looked on fondly as she watched the little blond boy carry his bounty of blueberries onto the table like they were something special.

“Alrighty boys, who’s ready for pancakes?” She chirped happily as she flipped her pancake out onto her own plate and turned off the burner for now, picking up all three plates carefully before carrying them to the table herself. “I know I am.”

“Me me me!” Billy cried happily, clambering into his seat and kicking his feet joyfully, before letting out an excited squeal seeing his little batarang pancake. “Batcake! It’s a Batcake!”

“Now, is that what Batman eats for breakfast?” Jack replied curiously, pressing a kiss to the little boy’s head as he sat a sippy cup of juice in front of Billy before placing a glass of the same down for himself and another for Jo with another kiss to the crown of her head that made her tingle all over with how right this all felt. “Oh!” The surprised noise made her smile as she looked over to the look of pleased surprise on his face at seeing his own pancake design. “Jo…”

“What? Only the best for my boys!”

The chuckle she got in response was cut through by the shrill sound of a ringtone from the end of the table where their mobiles were kept in a basket, keeping technology out of family meal times at a suggestion from Jack’s that made Jo feel so special and focused on when that was first suggested. The sound cut off pretty quickly, and both adults rolled their eyes, whoever it was would be called back later. As soon as it stopped though, it started again. And then the other phone was going off as well. And then the duller sound of the singular landline from the front hall chimed in as well.

“What the fu-” Jo cut off her swear with a glance at her son, the need to cut down on her swearing around the last year really having become prominent after a few too many comments from his daycare teacher, but found it hard not to finish as all three phones quieted and then started ringing again. “Okay, rule break?”

“You help Billy with his bluebs, I’ll check what’s up.”

“Thanks, hun.”

Jo let out a soft sigh as Jack set his utensils down and stood up to fish his ringing phone out of the basket and answer it, as well as taking her distractingly ringing phone, out to the hall while she refocused on breakfast.

Billy ate not only his first batarang, but another two full pancakes and almost the whole bowl of blueberries through the meal, sipping his juice and asking with those big green puppy-eyes to go to the playground that afternoon; and Jo got through another pancake all her own as well as her juice and a cup of matcha before their missing member finally reemerged. Followed unexpectedly by Ellen and Bobby, still in their shoes and holding Billy’s overnight bag.

“Nanny! Bobby!” Billy screeched happily, flinging himself away from where Jo had been getting him to help her with unstacking the dishwasher while they’d awaited Jack’s return. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“Billyboy, we thought you might like a weekend sleep over?” Ellen said happily as Bobby had bent down to scoop up the excited, wiggly boy. “We missed you so much, and you haven’t been over in ages.”

“Mom, you babysat last week-” Jo started with a frown at the unexpected arrival, glancing at the clock and fully surprised to even see her step-dad so awake and focused at such an early hour, let alone dressed and at her own house. “What’s-”

“Jobug,” her mother spoke softly, as Bobby turned towards Jack to double check on any extra toys to pack for Billy’s weekend, as she’d come up to wrap Jo up into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I know you didn’t mean this to happen-”

“What to happen?”

“You just talk to Jack, okay Jojo? You take the whole weekend, my darlin’ girl, you take the love you deserve okay?”

“Mom?” Jo was beyond confused, wide eyed and uncertain as she received a kiss to the forehead from both her parents in a whirlwind of quietly spoken words between the other three adults that made no sense to her before her son was whisked off to his grandparent’s place amid happy cries of adventure leaving her bewildered and confused as to what just happened. “What-”

There wasn’t even time for her to vocalise her questions - what happened, what was going on, what was wrong, was everyone okay - before she was pulled into and wrapped up in loving arms and felt a strong hand gently soothing over her hair and down her back.

“Jo, love, I’m so sorry.” Jack’s voice was rough and hoarse, and as she looked up at him she could see something swirling in his eyes that troubled her. “I’m sorry. I should’ve protected you, I should’ve known, I’m sorry.”

“Wha- what is going on, Jack?” She asked firmly that time, staring up at him and feeling her face twisting into a scowl at the sympathetic sadness flashing across his face chased along by some guilty look. “Jack fuckin’ Grey, you tell me right fuckin’ now what’s goin’ on!”

The quiet that followed on from her growled words echoed in the quiet space of their home, and Jo felt uneasy at how cautiously the other looked at her - his hand still gently rubbing at her back as the other held her steady - as he chewed his lip before saying softly. “The article came out… And I think you should read it with me.”

—

THE FUTURE MRS. GREY?

The Modern Fairy Tale Inside The Wedding Of The Year

By Chuck Shurley

Just off the main shopping district of the West Side there is a place where fairytales begin. Inside a deceptively worn building there was the start of many stories that are shaping the news of tomorrow - and I was fortunate enough to uncover the true Cinderella story that was unfolding in secret behind all the cameras and spotlights on the wedding of one French aristocrat-turned-investor Ian Essaim and socialite Shada Grey.

As all good fairy tales must start - this story started once upon a time…

Once upon a time, there was a new American Sweetheart in the form of the beautiful so called Shada Grey. She portrayed a version of herself to the cameras that was viewed as bubbly and perky, with a love for eclectic fashion. Those who knew the woman that would become this girl would say her acting skills were wanting for all she did was play herself on the silver screen - just with a wardrobe founded by and crafted by a studio and their stylists rather than the money from her brother’s pockets. The sister of famed and elusive artist, Jack Grey, who has shied away from the spot light after what was described as a ‘manic depressive episode’ by some - Shada Grey has captured the imagination of those who strive for the women of Golden Era Hollywood wrapped up in a pair of Louboutins and Prada. The Darling of America and the fairy tale princess having a fairy tale wedding.

However, there was another woman who has the capability of capturing the hearts of the country who will be standing five steps back from the princess on her wedding day.

…There was once another young woman with a wedding on the horizon. Joanna Beth Harvelle was getting married to the love of her life, an idealistic captain in the Marine’s called William Mark Reynolds. A pivotal moment in any woman’s life, and the same type of event that I have been lucky enough to be covering for the aforementioned Essaim/Grey wedding this year. But this story could not be further removed than that story - this story is of loss and love instead.

Miss Harvelle and Captain Reynolds were married from the court house, the only photo of their day a Polaroid taken by the bride’s mother on the steps outside. The bride wore a white dress from the bargain bins, and the pair spent their wedding night bidding one another farewell in preparation for the groom’s deployment two months later. In contrast, Miss Grey and Mr Essaim’s wedding is being held at an undisclosed location costing seven-figures, the bride will be wearing a custom Vera Wang and the whole wedding is being documented by not only print media such as myself but covered in depth by Miss Grey’s television show in a ten-episode special season and by most other media outlets.

But as fairy tales go - there must always be an early loss. Hansel & Gretel their abandonment, Rapunzel the pricking of a finger upon the spinning needle, and for our Cinderella was the loss of her love. Captain Reynolds was killed in action six months after his wedding, leaving a pregnant widow behind to receive his Purple Heart and put the pieces of her life back together. When speaking with Joanna, known affectionately by most as Jo, about that point in her life - the clear sorrow is still evident in her voice and the listing of her husband’s achievement. However those clouds passed quickly with the birth of their son, William Dean Harvelle who is nearly five at the moment of writing and has a love for frosting sugar cookies, and her “other baby” as the blonde would say.

Metallicake has become an icon in the city over the four years of operation from the old warehouse building just off the beaten track. According to it’s owner, many souls have found their way to her door through word of mouth and the scent of baked goods on the air. One particular soul was, indeed, drawn there out of the rain and drawn back time and time again as anyone who has tried the baked goods from this modern day Cinderella’s kitchen would attest - coming back is inevitable. According to Ms Harvelle, her ties to the Wedding of the Year began almost three years ago when Jack Grey returned to her bakery and subsequently fell in love with the flour-coated princess.

Entering the building you will see exactly the impact of this diamond in the rough woman who carry’s a purple, bruised heart for the loss of a national hero. Ms Harvelle has drawn not only the eye but the artistry out of the most elusive and most revered artist of his time in the country to her walls among other things. Those who visit Metallicake are greeted with an ever changing mural designed, refined and painted painstakingly by the famed Mr Grey. From the photos provided by the baker herself, and a subsequent valuation by several esteemed art buyers - the walls of the bakery itself are worth more than the cost of the elaborate wedding the bakery will be producing a mammoth cake for and then some. The tattoo parlour next door, owned by a man known as the ‘Doctor Badass of Tattooing’ Ash Miles, shares equally in Ms Harvelle’s fortune with not only signed art work on display but also the unique privilege of being the only authorised tattoo artist of such artwork. This work, as well as his own, is on display not only in INKED magazine and this publication, but upon the very body of Ms Harvelle so far.

Being a muse and accomplished baker does not appear to be the extent of this Cinderella’s ambitions though. Listening to the way Ms Harvelle would speak of love and marriage - a self-proclaimed realist who expects little more from her life, supposedly - and her joy for both bride and groom to be, one cannot believe to suspects she’ll long be a widow rather than to take up the name almost as soon as American Sweetheart Shada Grey surrenders it.

When sent to the small converted warehouse to cover the baking and artistry connected to the creation of what will be an extravagance on-top of the already fantastically over designed and over quaffed wedding, the preparation was to hear about the difference between genoise and chiffon sponges, the merits of fondant and buttercream, and inevitable discussion about the endless creation of edible flowers. And that is what was covered, and yet so much more.

Ms Harvelle has a skill with words and with applying them to the work she does. She is an artist in her own right, but with shaping the perceptions of those around her. She can talk at length and display great skill with the multiple display cakes that were crafted and recorded in a special behind the scenes look hosted on Rolling Stones website at time of publication. However she can also draw others into her theology on the connection between her work and the world around her.

“People are like cakes,” Ms Harvelle said. “And everyone pairs with someone else perfectly. Take Shada for example - she’s so sunny and bright and vivacious. Full of spirit and life and carefree. She also has a little bite to her when protecting those she loves, but is simply so versatile and beloved it’s hard to remember she can be sweet and sour.” In this journalists time spent with the bride and bridal party so far, this interpretation appears to be true, though perhaps only just from the magic weaved by Ms Harvelle rather than any truth. “And Ian is so grounded and down to earth despite how he may appear, he too is versatile and always there for people. He’s a genuinely kind man, and they both work so well together. Sunshine and earthiness, but altogether sweet.” Ms Harvelle weaved her story together in her cake baking, and the slice of lemon chiffon cake with a blueberry and basil frosting that was served up as a demonstration of the couple was phenomenal not only in tasting, but in the craftsmanship of the story telling.

When asked about herself, the widow is far less vocal and considered. “Me? I’m just flour!” The lack of concern or thought evident, but the nature of her choice showing how pivotal her role in the creation of not only the physical cakes to be loved and adored, but the metaphorical cake of life and her underappreciated value is.

Watching Ms Harvelle work and seeing the creations coming out of her small kitchen, one would believe there was an army of bakers behind the scenes crafting the wide array of baked goods and speciality items which fill the counter of not only the storefront but several other establishments around the city. But instead, there is a one-woman powerhouse working diligently, day in and day out.

On the week I followed Ms Harvelle through her daily routine as she developed, trialed and presented the socialite couple with their wedding cake options, the true meaning of hard work was on display.

The days started before the sun rose three days out of five, and Ms Harvelle was always wide awake as we met at her bakery. From there I witnessed the whirlwind that was something out of a movie scene itself. Her world feels like a montage of beeping alarms, constant tray movements, and endlessly creaming butter and sugar. The tireless Cinderella toiling away that has no time for anything but baking, cleaning and yet sings as she works without a single mouse around to lend a hand, before closing shop as the sun would go down and she would head home before doing it all again.

One would be mistaken to think she had time for nothing else but the extravagant cake that would need to be presented at the end of the week, but life goes on.

A lengthy photoshoot for INKED magazine on one day, and a day’s shopping for dresses with the rest of the specifically chosen bridal party to reflect that ‘down to earth’ narrative of the wedding couple were somehow sandwiched in between the tireless work to create fondant ruffles, edible floral arrangements and all sorts in between for the discerning eye of America’s Sweetheart to dissect by week’s end.

And yet on top of these inconveniences - of which Ms Harvelle never had anything less than a smile and a warmth when speaking of completing these tasks for her friends and loved ones - she still has a life.

Her Prince Charming in the form of the aloof Mr Grey would visit the bakery each day to bid her well wishes, steal a kiss and perhaps walk her home to the brick townhouse Mr Grey bought twelve years ago and according to sources moved his soon-to-be fiancé and son into two years prior. Her role as a mother is still needing to be completed each day, and watching mother and son interact - there is no question that this Cinderella finds time to be both baker and mother to her fullest. And her role as bridesmaid and friend seems to be never ending either, with the beauty taking the bride out for lunches and always having time to fend off frenzied, worried phone calls and provide the soothing voice of reason among the socialite crowd on display regularly throughout the week.

Perhaps it is naïve to believe in fairy tales and magic in today’s age where romance is a fabricated story pumped out through television and movies, where women compete against one another for the so called Bachelor, and a woman playing herself had caught the imagination of the country.

And yet, in this story where the bride and groom met over a coffee in the small kitchen of a tiny bakery, perhaps the true Cinderella story does exist and the real Cinderella doesn’t need any saving by a prince - she’s happy with the flour, cocoa and soot on her face - but instead will bring her prince back to the fire with her.

---

Hollow. That was the word to describe how she’d felt with every word of that reading. Absolutely hollow.

What she’d expected after the confusing appearance of her parents to whisk away her boy and the unreservedly supportive hold that she’d been wrapped up in as Jack’d guided her through to the lounge and onto the couch to read the beautifully presented and laid out article on his laptop. The cover photo was beautiful - the gorgeous three layered mock up with the gentle sunlight catching the glimmering gold specks on the fondant photographed so beautifully - and as he’d brought the article up Jo hadn’t even read the title as she’d initially excitedly pointed at the embedded video at the top and focused on wanting to watch that before reading any silly words. Jack hadn’t stopped her, and had rubbed her shoulder and quietly reiterated how lovely her work looked and how amazing a baker she was and how lucky his sister was for her to work on the masterpiece for her and how well she discussed the techniques and design choices as they’d watched the video. That she had finally registered the title of the article halfway through the video below it changed the sweet taste of maple syrup still lingering in her mouth to something bitter tasting like bile as she smiled and nodded through the remaining minutes of the video before she couldn’t stop herself reading the article.

Hollow, and wide open. As if she was a pumpkin carved out and put on display. A cream puff full of air and such a flimsy shell of existence without the filling to stablise her if left in this condition. Like a meringue - fragile and likely to collapse in on herself if the oven door was opened too early.

That photo - her pregnant and haunted in the illfitting black dress shaking hands with the man who’d sent the other to war and brought him back to her in a coffin - was in there. The one she’d asked not to. Right beside a picture of her tugging on her new love’s scarf and their smiling and in love in her sacred kitchen space.

She’d felt torn open and like her skin had been peeled off and displayed for anyone and everyone with each cut into the private bubble she’d been living in broken open within the writer’s words. She hated it.

And worst of all, Jack’s hands had rubbed at her comfortingly, and he’d spoken gently that it wasn’t her fault for being trusting, and that he was sorry she had this happen to her, and that he loved her and supported her just made her feel all filled up with love and support all over again even as she was left open and empty he was there to comfort and helped to fill the void left behind by those black and white words. And she’d broken down in a way she hadn’t for years - she’d actually found herself crying at the fresh loss of that protective scab that had kept her intact all along now she had someone to let her deflate like a forgotten souffle.

Once she’d finally stopped crying - babbled words between the gasps as she’d tried to explain what she was crying over of ‘sorry’ and ‘so long ago’ and ‘not like that’ - Jo was surprised to see the love and concern pouring out of the other’s blue eyes as he watched her carefully, not at all guarded the way she’d expected at finding out about her hiding yet another big secret from him. Hiding her history yet again.

“Here,” His voice was soothing as he’d held out a tissue to her, the box moved to his knee as he continued to rub her back gently with his other hand. “It’s okay, Jo, it’s alright.”

“How can you say that?” She gasped the words out hoarsely, voice rough and tired from her crying. “I-”

“You did nothing, Jo, you didn’t do anything.”

“I lied-”

“Did I ever ask?” He asked gently as she was getting worked up again, hands fidgeting and picking at each other and brown eyes wide and panicked. Jack’s hands covered hers, holding her gently like she was something to be handled carefully. “I didn’t ask, you didn’t have to tell until you were ready. And I’m sorry that the choice was taken from you.”

“I shouldn’t’ve-”

“You’re an open heart, trusting person - it’s what’s so sweet and endearing about you and something I love so dearly, Jo. Don’t apologise for being you.”

“I...would’ve told you. Eventually.” She mumbled the words out, hands shaking even despite the comforting squeeze of his over hers. She would have. One day. Probably that mythical moment she’d thought about when they’d be curled up in bed and he’d have said something about their future and wanting life together and asking if she’d wanted to get married some day eventually, and she’d have told him the truth then and in much simpler words than the bullshit that the journalist had flourished her story with. She had felt that day approaching, but they hadn’t quite gotten to talking about the future further than plans for a vacation next year before Billy started school. “I… I can’t believe this- Oh fuck! What about Shada?!”

There was a second before Jo noticed the look on his face shift from concern into something closer to surprise for a moment, before his mouth twitched into that soft loving smile that made her stomach flip. “Shada’s okay. She was the one who was calling - she is… not happy with that asshole journalist.”

“Oh… Oh, should I step down?”

“What?”

“I’m ruinin’ the weddin’ - a distraction - should I step out-”

“Jo!” The smile she got then was practically blinding, tugging her in for a tight hug as Jack laughed gently. “Shada’s worried about you! She’s upset for you, not because of you. She’s already screaming about getting a new writer in and getting lawyers to sue or something if you want to. I mean, she’s thinking to for defamation for herself-”

“As she should!” Jo cried back, letting out an awkward giggle as she curled into the warmth of his chest. “That was so mean and wrong for what was said about her. That asshole-” Jo’s eyes blew wide as she thought about how nice and friendly the reporter had seemed, how he’d seemed to care what she had to say - that she’d been tricked and manipulated into telling her story when all she’d wanted was to make a good cake and share her love for her dark haired friend. She felt the sharp stab of betrayal in that, and shivered slightly to think that she’d have to meet with the reporter again sometime soon. He was due back to write about the flowers, and Shada’s dress, and so much more - the idea of facing him after such a humiliating manipulation made her stomach twist. “-oh I hope he’s fired! He should be! What is her manager doing? Does Bobby know? Oh, what about-”

“Jo, my love, it’s fine.” His voice was calming and soft as she’d started to work herself up again, breaths sharp and short and caught up on the edge of panic and mania filling her mind as she thought about just how much she’d misjudged and maybe ruined the whole of her dear friend’s special days. “Bobby’s already got the shows lawyers onto it, and Shada said her manager is already demanding a retraction of the article and it to be suppressed online until they can determine the legal ways forward-”

“Good!” She seethed quietly, feeling queasy and responsible and guilty all in one at how much the words written must had hurt the other woman to read. Every other sentence was a backhand compliment, a knife designed to dig and cut and hurt the poor girl, and that Jo’d been used to do that to her hurt too much to consider. She’d have to bake something as an apology as soon as her legs felt strong enough to support her weight. And something for Bobby. And the show team. And Ian and Ombre. And for Jack. The thought of her boyfriend brought her mind whirling into how nasty the reporter’s words, the focus on who Jack was and what he had been that had to have hurt too brought her into herself with a gasp; brown eyes wide and focused onto her boyfriend’s face with a distraught look. “Oh and you! You should sue too! For what he said ‘bout you-”

“Nothing written in there was wrong when it came to me, Jo.” Jack’s eyes were that darker blue, the shadowed look that always showed up when he was serious about whatever he was talking about. “I’ve got no issues with it about me.”

Jo shook her head, tucking into his chest with a sigh as she felt a shiver run down her spine. “It wasn’t- It said that we… that you were- that we’re going ta be-”

“I mean, I was hoping to ask on our anniversary next month, so if you can wait until then…”

She froze at his words - the warm, bemused tone rumbling in his chest she was pressed up against - and felt like that hollow feeling was suddenly gone as quick as it had arrived. Replaced with a stomach-flipping surge of happiness she hadn’t even felt the first time around, her whole body felt like it was on fire and her heart felt like it couldn’t be held in by her chest it was so full and light. Her head was spinning, and pulling back a little, she blinked in confusion as she looked back into the flushed but openly smiling face of the other. How could he be so open, so honest, especially to her when all she had ever done was hide things from him?

“Wh-what?”

His eyes lit up and the edges of his lips pulled up into an amused grin as his hands moved from her back to hold her cheeks, thumbs stroking over the top of her cheekbones gently. “Do you not want to wait til then?” His voice was quiet and she strained to hear him over the thudding of her heart filling her ears. Jack’s smile got softer as he shifted one hand back over her ear and into her hair gently. “Do you want me to ask now? Because I will. I’d ask in a heartbeat if you wanted me to, Jo. I’d ask it every day if that’s what you want or what it took.”

“You… Wait-” She paused a second, heart beating out of her chest and her eyes drinking him in as if she’d never really seen him before. Like she could finally see all the colors that made him whole - the blue of his eyes brighter, the pink of his lips more soft and kissable than ever, even the dark purple under his eyes from their late night movies and early morning starts - after having lived with some filter on. Living in a glass box to protect her from hurt again, and him from being cursed like all the others that had had her heart so far. Swallowing thickly, Jo blinked repeated a few times before shifting closer into his lap, prompting his other hand to drop around her waist and support her gently instead. Support her like he had ever since they’d become an us not two separate entities. There was a pause that he just looked at her, before Jo found herself leaning in closely and that thudding in her ears entirely disappearing into the background as she heard herself speak from her heart before her brain could stop her. “Will you marry me?”

That pause drew out longer - every tiny noise from the ticking of the clock on the wall to the buzz of the muted television to the muffled sound of the world moving outside without them was like thunder as they stayed in their quiet, frozen bubble - before there was a surge between them. Like a bolt of lightening sending energy into both of them had her lips smashed against his, and his hands gripping her tightly as she pulled him into her all the harsher.

That she’d asked and that he hadn’t answered didn’t matter, the fact was this was right in a way that it’d never been right for her before. This was what she’d been waiting for. This was who she’d been waiting for. She might not be a blushing bride like his sister, but she was who he’d been waiting for, and he was who she’d always meant to find. The safety and feeling of home and support she’d been missing even before she’d been left alone before, before she’d said her vows to a man she loved but more as idea than a man, before she’d thrown her roses on the coffin as a child. This was the support she’d been craving and needed - the love she’d searched everywhere for and then glassed herself off from when it didn’t show up when she wanted it. Even if it was a few years late.

---

Her hands were steady and forceful as she continued to roll the fondant thinner and thinner, to the longest roll it could before fluting it gently as she cut the thin strip in half and laid the ruffle down across the nearest baking tray with all the rest. These ruffles were the thinnest she'd ever made, and there was only six more to make before she'd have to start assembly. Or start the gentle paintwork of dusting the edges like an ancient book with gold dust. Or maybe she would do a third crumb coat on the cakes. Just to make sure.

Jo's mind was working seven steps ahead of herself and she had to pause at the trembling in her fingers. This was the most important cake she'd ever made. It had to be perfect.

Nervously working on the next set of ruffles, she felt herself having to pause and try the deep breathing exercises her therapist had taught her months ago. The exercises to calm her down from spiralling into an absolute destructive frenzy. She'd been struggling with keeping herself balanced for months now, ever since that article shook her core, and she was so thankful she had the support around her to work her way through it.

The weeks following that article had been some of the hardest of her life but nothing except for her seemed to be changed. Nobody except for her few newest friends had learned anything they didn't already know. And aside from a bone crushing hug from Shada every time they met for a month, and the gentle coaxing from Jack to remember everything was fine, nothing changed aside from her. Her whole world had tilted the wrong way but no one else seemed to notice it.

It had taken up until the week of crafting the extravagant and beautiful wedding cake for how hard she was struggling to really hit her. The only time she felt in control of herself and happy that week being the long hours she spent in the bakery - perfecting batches upon batches of buttercream and the fillings for the cake, the sheets upon sheets of cake baked and cut to an unusual and beautiful geometric diamond rather than the traditional circle, the hours after hours of sugar work in vibrant purples bad shimmering golds and silvers along with the delicate edible flowers to match the bride's overflowing bouquet. That week she'd devoted more time than ever to her work and it was the only times she felt happy and normal and like herself didn't really sink in until the night before the wedding.

Jack had been waiting up when she'd finally decided it was done and got home at two in the morning despite having to be up in three hours to start the bridal party work. He'd held her close and been all things supportive, and that she'd cried all three remaining hours and somehow functioned and floated happily beside her future sister-in-law the whole day through was probably more to do with running on fumes than her genuine excitement she had for the beautiful bride and her husband. It was probably more to do with the appointment booked for the following week for her to finally talk to someone and start working through her issues instead of hiding from them.

It was how she'd found herself reflecting on how important that cake had been for her - it had represented all of her guilt over her life becoming something new all again, her desire to please and her want to be part of something bigger than just her and her boy again - and the unexpected amount of stress that had come along with the entire process that was how she’d been convinced to speak to someone. Seeing her work splashed over news sites for weeks, and the months leading up to her sister-in-law’s wedding from that horrible article all the way through that while not always a focused part of the story, that her life was splashed across the media and her motives dissected as much as her work was had sent her spiralling in need of help. That her fiance was beside her the whole time - praising her work, encouraging her and protecting her and her son from the worst of it - helped soften the blow that she wasn’t as strong as she’d always made out to be. And that despite pouring every bit of love she had into that beautiful purple wedding cake had been enough to keep her solid until it had been delivered.

Placing the last of the delicate ruffles she’d made to the side, Jo pulled a ball of sunshine yellow fondant towards herself to work on instead. The next crumb coat could wait. Instead, she rolled that fondant out into thin strips again - however rather than rolling the edges thinner and thinner until they fluted into soft ribbons, the baker collected the delicate piece of lace she’d collected from the trimming of her dress and pressed it flush against the fondant. Rolling over the fabric and then peeling it gently off each strip of fondant, the beautiful lace design embossed into the yellow sugar confection to mimic what she would be wearing the next day, before moving each stripe of fondant onto another baking tray to be stored away until they were needed later. It was a rhythm, one she was used to, and working slowly she kept up her calming breaths as she tried to sink into the pattern. It was just any other cake, after all.

Where she’d poured so much thought and weeks of consideration into balancing the meaning of ingredients, the personalities of the bride and groom, and the early summer vibes of the wedding into the beautifully tiered cake she eventually crafted for Shada and Ian’s wedding - the creation she was making now was somehow so much less thoughtful in her mind. She didn’t spend hours testing different cake types and deciding on the main flavors before deciding on something that perfectly matched like berries and lemons - she knew it would be a chocolate cake from the moment she’d even tried to consider what to make, and she’d known that there would be a hazelnut filling based off of the brownies her love begged her to make the most. She didn’t spend her time crafting different decorations trying to balance the extravagance of the event, the importance of those getting married and to make something both timeless, classic and modern and fashion forward - she knew that it would be a simple white cake with minimal color but the buttercup yellow and gold to balance the classic, stark white elements. She didn’t worry about trying again and again to push the extremes of what she could achieve, even as that had excited and thrilled her to surprise everyone with such a decadent and beautiful creation unlike any other - she knew the small single tiered cake would be more than enough for her loved ones, and there was no one she needed to impress or thrill more.

The sound of an alarm brought her out of her thinking as she finished the last few yellow fondant decorations, turning to pull the brownies out of the oven and replace them with the waiting tray of cupcakes. The baking of all the other treats that she intended to fill the small trestle table for desserts with the next day was in itself another thing entirely - delicate tiny pastries with perfectly presented lemon tarts and tiny chocolate brownies, cream puffs and mille-feuille, chocolate eclairs and marzipan treats, treacle tarts and miniature cherry pies - each carefully selected and decided upon based on their family and friends favorite treats.

But when she pictured the table in her mind it was with the simple white cake on it’s pedestal surrounded by a bounty of treats and the tiny bouquets of baby's breath that would tie into her bridal bouquet and the flowers that Billy would throw before her and would be tucked into the lapel of her love’s jacket as they said vows she believed in again now. It was full circle and fully ready - the image of a day unfolding as she moved onto the final little dessert decorating, that she’d never had before. The day she’d dreamed about that never happened the last time, that she didn’t fantasise about before like she was now, the way she wanted every little step to be just so where before she’d never pictured herself walking down an aisle, and exchanging vows, and wearing white, and holding flowers, and staring into loving eyes, and making promises she fully intended to keep, and exchanging rings that she wouldn’t then take off, and celebrating with everyone she cared about not sharing a pepperoni pizza and counting down days on a calendar, and knowing that Sunday morning she’d wake up happy and fulfilled and the person she’d not yet become the last time, the person she hadn’t realised she was meant to be. It was her dreams coming true for once. And her being her own dream.

---

#au stories #bakery au #jopov

3 notes · View notes

barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years

Text

Rose Coloured Glasses - Part 6

A/N: Some Defending Jacob Spoilers ahead! 💕 (Taglist is open).

It had been a month or so since the Vermont trip and Andy never brought up what happened (or hadn't happened) between us which I was grateful for!

We were actually getting along really well now, so i put it behind us and chalked it up to him being a bad drunk! If he didn't remember what he had said.... it was best to leave it that way. Work had been busy keeping everyone occupied and in my free time.... well Frank took up all my free time.

"Hey, i was thinking we could go out tonight, a couple friends of mine are getting together" Frank said Early Friday morning as we both stood in my bathroom brushing our teeth.

"You want me to meet your friends?"

"Yeah why wouldn't i?" he scoffed spitting toothpaste into the sink before rinsing.

"I don't know, i just thought you were all about the sex. Keeping it casual, having fun" i shrugged taking my turn to spit and rinse my mouth.

"This still seem casual to you? I don't think I've ever spent this much time with the same woman..... its like i'm hooked on you sweetheart" he mumbled as he pulled me into his arms burying his face in my neck "Your like a drug" he traced kisses up my neck, my phone started ringing from the bedroom, the ringtone for Andy causing Frank to groan.

"Does he know when i'm trying to get you into bed?" He moaned as i turned to go and answer the phone, Andy never called this early so it must be important.

"Hey Andy" i said sitting on the edge of the bed holding my phone against my shoulder as i pulled on a shirt and started with the buttons.

"Morning, sorry to call so early"

"Thats fine i was just getting ready to leave"

"Im on my way to you, court got moved up on that Malloy case"

"The class A possession?"

"Thats the one, you've got the case files right?"

"Yeah i had everything ready to go"

"I'll be with you in 5".

He hung up and i started rushing around grabbing my bag and slipping on my heals.

"Frank i gotta go! Court got moved up and Andy's on his way" i called looking out the window seeing the black Audi come to a stop outside "Shit! His here i gotta go!" I rushed towards the front door and Frank caught me on the way out giving me a quick kiss and then i was out the door rushing over to Andy's car, as soon as i was in the car the car was moving.

"I can't believe this shit!" Andy moaned speeding along the road "they must have a bigger case coming in later"

"It'll be fine, you've got this".

Just as i thought Andy had it in the bag, he was in there 10 minutes tops. We walked outside the court house to Bobbys coffee cart, a regular stop off while we were here.

"All right, you're due back in for a session in 15 minutes. Then meeting with Lynn, her office. I think she wants an update on the Willis case" i read off to Andy as we waited for our drinks and he looked over items on the cart listening to what i was saying.

"Oh, that makes two of us. Bobby you guys outta Peach?"

"Could be, let me check the back" Bobby replied handing us our coffee's.

"Thanks. How's the hip?"

"Oh you know, worse than yesterday, better than tomorrow" Bobby replied before moving round the back of the cart. I couldn't help but laugh a little at the older man before picking up where i left off "you wanted a conference with Judge French in Chambers. His clerk says he has a 2:30, if you want that" i finished saying just as his phone started ringing in his pocket. Andy held the paper cup in between his teeth as he fished his phoned out, i quickly reached out to take it from him before he spilt it.

"Thank you" he smiled before answering the call "hey".

I watched as Andy listened to call, he closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head.

"Oh jesus, okay. Where?.... okay, yeah. I'll meet you over there". He hung up slipping the phone back in his pocket.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

"You're a lucky man Mr B, only got one left" Bobby came back out handing Andy his Peach yoghurt.

"Thanks"

"What is it?" I asked again seeing the look on Andy's face.

"We gotta clear the rest of my day...." he reached over taking his coffee back "i'll tell you about it in the car" he said walking towards the carpark at a pace i struggled to keep up with.

"Andy? Whats going on?" I asked once we were both in the car.

"That was Detective Duffy on the phone"

"Okay...."

"They found a body in the woods this morning, 14 year old boy".

"Oh my god.... thats awful...."

"I need to get over there"

"Sure, you should go straight there.... i'll grab a taxi back to the office and clear your day"

"I can drop you at the office before i go"

"No you should get over there, i'll be fine. Call me later?"

"Okay"

"Don't worry, i'll take care of everything else, you go"

"Thank you Y/N, your the best".

Once i was back at the office i cancelled all Andy's appointments and meetings, rescheduling what i could. Then spent the rest of the afternoon just answering calls and taking messages. Around 4pm the calls finally stopped and i spent the rest of the afternoon sitting around waiting to hear from Andy.

Frank: Hey, u still okay for drinks tonight?

Y/N: Hey, i think i'm gonna have to reschedule Frank. Today has been awful... i'm not really feeling up to drinks.

Frank: oh... really? Maybe it will cheer u up?

Y/N: Not likely lol you can still go though right? Go enjoy yourself. Think i'm just going to head home once i'm done here.

Frank: ur working late, everything okay?

Y/N: Not really. Like i said its been a day of it.

Just as i sent the last message to Frank my phone started ringing and Andy's name flashed up.

"Hey, how you doing?" I answered quickly tapping my pen nervously on the desk, Andy sighed quietly but i still heard.

"Hey, i'm ok.... just been a tough day. The kid, Benjamin Rifkin, he was Jacobs year at Archer. He was found stabbed three times in the chest...."

"Jesus....Who could do that to a kid??"

"I have no idea, but we'll find them don't worry. We found a partial print, but no matches so far."

"You sound exhausted Andy"

"Yeah"

"You should go home and get some sleep, do you need me to do anything else before i leave the office?"

"Wait your still there??"

"Yeah i had stuff to do and i wanted to make sure you didn't need anything else"

"Im on my way up there now, just getting in the elevator so i might loose you..."

As if on cue the call disconnected.

A couple minutes later Andy walked in and dropped into the chair across from me, he leant back in the chair rubbing his hands over his face.

"Can i get you a coffee or something?"

"That would be great actually" he said with a smile shrugging his jacket off and rolling up his sleeves.

"Today has been awful"

"I bet, did you have to talk to the parents?"

"Yeah i just came from seeing the Rifkin's.... god" he shook his head.

"That bad huh?" I said standing in front of him and putting the coffee on the desk.

"Worse" he looked up at me with tears in his eyes, i could tell he was trying so hard to keep it together but it was getting to him. I stepped forward wrapping my arms around his shoulders, his arms automatically wrapping around my waist and holding me tight, his head resting just above my stomach. If anyone would have walked in it would have looked so bad.

"Now I've gotta go home and talk to Jake, probably get 20 questions from Laurie....."

Shit! His wife!

"You should go home Andy" i said trying to step away from him but he held on tight.

"Just.... give me 5 minutes"

"5 minutes" i agreed running my fingers through the short hair on the back of neck.

"This is the best i've felt all day" he mumbled "i always have to be the strong one you know....."

"You don't have to with me, you ever need someone to talk to i'm here".

"Thank you Y/N".

Everything taglist: @jesseswartzwelder @dumblani @barnesandrogersworld @patzammit

Rose Coloured Glasses taglist: @readermia @princess-evans-addict @jennmurawski13 @matsumama @ex-bloodjunkie @kaithezaftig

#sebastian stan #chris evans #reader insert #eb!frank x reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber #defending jacob #endings beginnings #rose coloured glasses

64 notes · View notes

starcountesseevee · 3 years

Text

A Rocket Coincidence (Part 9)

Part 8 / Part 10

Kali spent the rest of that day and the next introducing Aslan, her newly named Arcanine, to the rest of her Eeveelutions. Out of them all, Ember and Aslan became almost inseparable when together. The first night on the road Kali thought she was going to have a forest fire on her hands when Ember went to light the campfire and Alsan, presumably trying to show off, let out a huge blast of fire that burnt all the firewood to a crisp. While their antics had amused her earlier she was not amused now that she had to go get another round of firewood.

The road she was taking swung her under Viridian City instead of through and as such it wasn't as well traveled. The last person Kali had seen was the night before and their car drove by too quick to even notice her. Aside from the occasional bird cry it was quiet so Kali was understandably startled when her Pokegear ringtone went off, echoing loudly through the forest around her. She was even more startled to see the name on the screen and hesitated before pushing 'talk'.

"Hello? Dad?"

"Kali, my girl!" His voice was unusually clear. "How are you? I'm sorry it's been so long since we've, um, had a chance to talk."

"Yeah…" Kali found herself pacing, hoping this wasn't about what she thought it was. What it always was.

"Hey, I saw you on tv! Well the replay at least. Bobby, you remember him? He saw it and showed me, asked if that was you. You didn't tell me you were competing!"

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry, sweetie." There it was, whenever he started calling her sweetie he was after something. "I'm just…your mother would be proud."

"Thanks." Kali said after a few moments. Maybe this time was different but she wasn't going to hold her breath.

"So," he continued. "That was a pretty big event, huh? Televised and everything! Probably had a lot of sponsors?"

"Dad!"

"What, can't I congratulate my girl? You must have gotten a nice prize for making it that far."

"It really wasn't that much." Just when she thought this wasn't about money. Kali tried to hide the annoyance in her voice but didn't do a very good job.

"Oh don't be so modest. I'm proud of you! And you know your dad could always use-."

"You know what, dad, I have to go." Kali cut him off.

"Kali, sweetie, come on now."

"Bye dad." Kali pressed disconnect before she could reconsider. She didn’t know why she expected different every time and every time she was let down. Angry tears blurred her vision and she furiously blinked them back, thankful that she was alone.

Kali lashed out and kicked angrily at a fallen log on the side of the road and bits of crumbled wood went flying into the underbrush behind it. She turned back the way she was heading, barely noticing the sound of buzzing from behind her but when it clicked she froze then slowly turned. Flying up from the fallen log was a Beedrill, followed by another and another until Kali was staring down a dozen of them. Kicking the log had clearly disturbed them and from what Kali could tell they were not happy. She swallowed hard as she slowly took another step back. There was no way she could make a run for it down the wide open road, it would take them seconds to catch up with her as they could fly and she very much so could not.

Kali had a split second to make a decision as several Beedrills in the front began jabbing their stingers at her. Without wasting another moment Kali turned and dashed off into the trees on the other side of the road. She ducked under branches and dodged through the underbrush as she scrambled to move her pack around and get one of her pokemon out. Grabbing the first one she laid a hand on she spun around to release it but before she could she found herself stumbling backwards and tripping. She landed in a stream, soaking her clothing and shoes as water and mud splashed around her. After the initial shock wore off Kali was relieved to find that there was no trace of the Beedrills following her.

Kali stood and trudged over to the bank as she wrung out the bottom of her shirt with a sigh. This would take forever to dry out. But now that everything around her had quieted back down she could faintly make out the sound of rushing water from somewhere upstream. Curious, she picked her way along the stream, boots squelching, until she found the source. The scene before her was like something out of a movie. A fairly tall waterfall, sparkling in the noontime sunlight, cascaded over a rocky bluff and spilled into a clear pool of water that was feeding the stream she followed. Kali dropped her pack onto the ground, rummaging around until she found Lyra’s pokeball and released her.

“Anything hiding in there girl?” Her Vaporeon chirped at her before diving happily into the depths. After a few minutes Lyra resurfaced and circled a few times in the water letting Kali know the coast was clear. Perfect. Kali reached into her pack again for Aslan’s pokeball.

“Keep an eye out, okay?” She ruffled the fur on his neck and he let out a soft ‘boof’ before settling into a more comfortable position facing the woods. Kali ducked behind his large form to change out of her wet clothes and put on her sleep shirt instead, tying the bottom of it up around her waist so it didn’t drag in the water. As she laid her wet clothes out on a rock to dry a jet of water shot into her back.

“Okay, okay!” Kali laughed as Lyra ducked cheekily under the surface. The water was pleasantly warm and relaxing with the sound of the waterfall behind her. Kali closed her eyes and drifted on her back as Lyra swam in circles around her. She did not notice the shadow of a hot air balloon pass over. Cliff, however, did spot the large orange Arcanine from the air and began prepping for a landing.

Aslan’s low growl alerted Kali and she turned towards the treeline with concern. “What is it boy?” Aslan growled again in response and took a few steps towards the trees, the hair along its back standing on edge. Before Kali could reach the water’s edge he growled louder and bounded off into the forest. “Wait! Shit…” She waded closer to the shore but before she made it Aslan came trotting back but he wasn’t alone.

“I thought I recognized this guy.” Cliff grinned as the Arcanine sat down next to him, happily wagging its tail.

“What? How? You following me through the woods or something?” There was no way anyone could have been following her without her noticing, right? She didn't even know how she had gotten to this spot.

“From up there, I was passing overhead.” Kali raised a brow, clearly skeptical.

“Do you have invisible wings I can’t see?”

“No, just a hot air balloon.” Cliff replied like it was the most normal thing in the world to be flying around in one.

“Uh, huh…”

“It’s not like Arcanine’s are common in this region, and besides I don’t think there are many that are this big anyway. He was the biggest Growlithe I had seen when I got him. Still is.”

“You’ve had him that long and evolved him?” Kali’s surprise eclipsed her concern. “Why give him up?”

“It’s just a pokemon.” Cliff shrugged, glancing briefly at the faint bruise on her mouth. “‘Sides, I feel better knowing he’s keeping an eye on you.”

“Keeping an eye-”

“Making sure you stay out of trouble.” He added quickly but Kali wasn’t sure she bought it. Silence fell between them as Cliff absentmindedly scratched behind Aslan’s ear.

“I guess I never got to say thank you.” Kali suddenly felt self conscience. “For Aslan that is.” She nodded to the large Arcanine.

“Aslan? This guy? You named him?” Cliff laughed.

“Of course, I name them all!” She shot back and as if on cue Lyra surfaced and shot a jet of water at Cliff.

“Good girl.” Kali chuckled and stroked Lyra’s back who looked pleased with herself. Meanwhile Cliff had begun undoing his belt and taking off his shoes and it wasn’t until he unzipped the collar of his suit and began shrugging out of it that Kali noticed. “Hey, what are you doing!?”

“What? It’s hot out and the water looks nice, I could use a swim.” For once Kali didn’t have a comeback. Stars, was that a six pack or an eight pack? Kali didn’t realize she was staring until he spoke again.

“See something you like?”

Mortified Kali ducked under the water to give her hormones a chance to cool off. She heard a splash and when she resurfaced he was floating on his back at the deeper end of the pool, keeping a respectful distance.

“I thought I might hear from you after you left Silver Town.”

“Oh is that what that number was for? And here I thought it was the Team Rocket recruitment hotline.”

“Well it is a direct line to one of Team Rocket's top leaders.” Kali rolled her eyes.

“Is that why you work out so much? To be able to hold up that big head of yours?” They both shared a laugh before silence fell again. Kali swam over to a larger rock nearer to the deeper end and rested her arms over it, unsure of what to say. After a few minutes of awkward silence Cliff’s curiosity got the better of him.

“So you and Candela seem to have some bad blood, not that it’s any of my business.”

Kali didn’t answer at first. She never really talked about what happened with anyone. Besides her dad, Mara was the only one that knew and she usually avoided the topic as it tended to just upset Kali.

“No, it’s fine. We do.” Kali took a deep breath, biting back the well of emotions that were threatening to surface. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to talk about it with someone else. She glanced over at Cliff. While he could be infuriating at times she also, oddly enough, felt at ease around him.

“I’m guessing it has something to do with that pin?” He questioned, not missing the scrutinizing look she was giving him.

“It was my mom’s.” Kali’s tone was softer than he was used to. “She…” Kali paused, taking another deep breath before continuing. “She worked in a lab that Candela ran, before Candela became a Team Leader. One day an inexperienced group of Trainers sent in a Moltres but it wasn’t a good catch. When they took it out in the lab it was angry. They weren’t able to calm it down and when it broke free of the lab it began burning a trail through the immediate surroundings. Can’t say I blame it. Candela got everyone she could to go after it before it caused more damage but being chased made it angrier and when it reached a town nearby it started torching that too. Candela and some others went after the bird and she had some stay back to help clear out the area. My mom was one of the ones that stayed behind. She was helping evacuate an apartment building with Ember, her Flareon, when...when it collapsed.”

“I’ve heard about that incident. Several people…I’m sorry.” Kali knew he was watching her but couldn’t bring herself to look up as tears sprang to her eyes.

“Candela felt responsible and personally delivered the news with my mom’s pin they recovered. Mom was always so proud to be on Team Valor. If Candela hadn’t been so arrogant to think that she could tame it…” Kali let the sentence trail off, there was no use getting angry about it right now. She pushed off the rock and turned back towards the water’s edge as she swiped at her eyes. Maybe she wasn't ready to talk about it. “Anyway, I should probably get back on the road.” Not waiting for a response she waded over to the shore and began gathering up her clothes, not caring that she was still wet as she pulled them on.

“Are you headed anywhere in particular? I could drop you off and save you some time?” Cliff questioned, following her up onto the shore.

“In your hot air balloon? No thanks.” As much as he wanted to Cliff didn’t push the issue.

“Maybe I’ll hear from you?”

“You might.” Kali smiled at him, her voice sounding much more confident than she felt. She slung her pack over her shoulder and called for Lyra and Aslan to follow her.

Part 8 / Part 10

#cliff pokemon go #leader cliff #Team rocket cliff #pokemon go cliff #team rocket cliff #pokemon go #team rocket #pokemon go fanfiction #team go rocket #team go rocket cliff #team rocket leaders

3 notes · View notes

xvnqsb · 4 years

Text

Desidrium

DESIDRIUM: AN ARDENT DESIRE OR LONGING

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is for @buckysmischief writing challenge! sorry it took so long to post, I kept changing the plot. and it’s all over the place because I write before I think so I apologize. Hope you all enjoy!

MASTERLIST

----==========================

2013

“You don’t have to do this alone,” He whispered into her ear, arms tightening around her. His lips pressed a soft kiss against her neck, inhaling deeply as his nose pressed against her pulse point.

She sighed, shuffling closer into him. She placed her hands over his arms, squeezing them. “I don’t want to, but I have to.”

Her phone lit up, a soft ringtone beginning to play. She reached over and shut it off, groaning at the thought of having to work. She got up, untangling herself from Steve’s grip. The shirt fell to her thighs, and she pushed the loose hair out of her face that fell from her braid.

“I can go on the mission with-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Rogers,” Her eyes met his through the vanity mirror, holding a stern glare. “You’re still healing from the last mission.”

“I heal faster-”

“-Than a normal human, I know. Yet, it’s been three days and you’re still sore and bruised so, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”

He grunted in response, flopping onto his back. His head fell to the side as he watched her get ready, braiding her dyed jet-black her and bobby pinning loose pieces to keep out of her face. He watched her as she changed into the S.H.I.E.L.D. mandated suit, smiling as she huffed at the tightness of the sleeves.

“Need help?” He asked cheekily.

She glared at him with an unamused face, quirking an eyebrow as she spoke. “Not now, but when I get back I will.”

He smiled, eyebrows raising. “Oh, I like the sound of that.”

“Not for sex, Captain,” She turned to face him, shoving her feet into her shoes.

“Then for what?”

“Guess you’ll find out.” She walked over to the bed, bending down and planting a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you soon.”

He sighed quietly, tracing her jaw softly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She grabbed her phone, walking out of the bedroom. He heard the clinking of her keys and the door unlocking.

“Call me when you get to Hill!”

“I will!” And she was gone.

“What the hell, Fury!” Steve was mad. Not mad, angry. Not even angry, he was furious. He didn’t know what to think, or if he was even feeling the correct emotions.

“Can someone explain to me what the hell is going on?” Fury asked his team at the same time, trying to understand the situation.

“The team we sent inside the base went dark an hour ago-” Commander Hill started, furiously clicking away at the tablet.

“An hour? And we’re just being informed now?” Fury exclaimed.

“Agent Y/L/N said that HYDRA was intercepting their communications, so she requested permission to go dark.”

“And you gave it to her?”

“No, they went dark before I could answer,” She pulled up their body cam footage, showing Steve and Fury. “This is the last thing we saw.”

Y/N was leading the team, gun in front of her as she rounded the corners. The other agents followed her lead, communicating with hand signals and few words.

“Do you smell that?” She muttered into her comms, covering her nose.

“Yeah, smells like shit.” Agent Garrison answered, a snort coming from the leader.

“We’re almost at the lab, maybe it’s just what they’re working on.” Another agent, Agent Richardson, jumped in.

“Maybe. Just be caref-”

She was cut off by another female voice. “They’re heading for the lab, hurry!”

The team of five froze, listening for any sign of movement. They set up a secure system, Agent Y/L/N lifting her wrist to her lips.

“Commander Hill, this is Team Alkaline. We’ve been intercepted. Requesting permission to go dark. I repeat we’ve been intercepted. Requesting permission to go dark.”

There was no noise, but all agents turned to face behind them, guns raised at the threat. The body cameras shut off at that moment, and the communication system went silent.

Steve felt his pulse quickening, heart beating fast as he replayed the events over in his head.

“We’ve been working on getting the last image all bodycams showed, and the audio that was last heard.”

“Commander Hill!” One of the agents called, grabbing the attention of all three. “We were able to get the last image.”

“What is it?” Steve asked as they all gathered around the computer. A blurry image of a figure holding some type of weapon.

“Can you enhance the image?” Hill asked, Fury huffing at the lack of identity.

“We’re trying, but so far it’s no use.”

“Isn’t the point of high-end, S.H.I.E.L.D. created and operated body cameras to capture all images?”

“Yes sir, but-”

“Then why the hell did we lose images from 5 cameras. Not one, not two. Five.”

“It wasn’t the cameras, sir. There was some sort of interference.”

“Well fix it!”

“Give me the location,” Steve spoke up. Fury and Hill turned to him, already shaking their heads. “It’s not a request. I’ll get the location one way or another. I like not having to go behind your backs.”

Maria sighed, tapping on the tablet before his S.H.I.E.L.D. mandated phone buzzed against his thigh. She gave him a stern look as she spoke. “You have 24 hours. You leave in ten.”

Steve emerged from one of the side rooms, Agent Romanoff leaning against the wall opposite. They walked together towards their waiting quinjet, Steve fidgeting with his helmet that rested in his hands.

“Do you know anything?” He asked, assuming the agent knew more than she led on.

“Just what you know,” She glanced at him before stepping up into the quinjet.

The 3-hour ride to the HYDRA base was filled with Steve going over the plan with the STRIKE team, even coming up with back-up plans for the back-up plans.

Regardless of how much Steve wanted to jump out of the quinjet, slam through the HYDRA base, find her and bring her home, he knew he needed to be careful. One wrong move and they can kill her.

So he waited until the quinjet landed a mile away from the base, practically running out of the open door. The team moved quickly and in formation, sweeping for guards. Steve canvassed the area before turning to Natasha.

“Cover me.” She nodded, gun out as he held his shield in front of him and took off to the front of the base.

He never made it.

The building exploded, causing him to fly back towards the team. They pulled him to safety, Steve panting as he watched it burn.

“This is Agent Romanoff, the target has exploded, I repeat, the target has exploded.”

2014

“Bucky?” Steve couldn’t believe it. Bucky, his Bucky, was alive. After 70 years, he was still alive.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He looked down, before raising his arm with the gun trained on him.

He never got to shoot. Natasha had thrown him back with the rocket launcher.

Later, when he and Natasha were in the bunker of Camp Lehigh, Zola had flashed a picture that had burned itself into his mind. As he held the shield above him to cover him and Nat, he couldn’t help but think. She’s really alive?

It had been a year, and the base had blown up, but she was alive.

So after Steve had let Bucky beat him to a pulp, something he thought never would have happened back in the ‘40s, and saved him from drowning in the water, he had asked Sam to look for him.

Sam, of course, was happy to. Helping the Captain America with a personal task? He couldn’t be more ecstatic.

“And there’s someone else I need you to look for.” Steve had said, seriously and quietly.

“Yeah, anything.” Sam had replied.

Steve was sure he could trust him, he just didn’t know if he could trust her. It had been a year, and if HYDRA really had her, he didn’t know what she was capable of.

“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N, but she has multiple aliases’ that I’ll send you. She…” he looked out the car window, watching the people passing. “We were dating when she disappeared. Or, been assumed dead. The base she had been at, exploded when we were on the rescue mission.”

“I’m sorry, man.” Sam clapped his hand on Steve’s shoulder, giving him a somber look. “I’ll find them, I promise.”

2015

“Sounds like a hell of a fight,” Sam said with a drink in his hand. “Sorry I missed it.”

Steve smiled, “If I had known it was going to be a firefight, I absolutely would have called you.”

“No, I’m not actually sorry,” He started, stopping his walk with the captain. “I’m just trying to sound tough. I’m very happy chasing cold leads on our missing persons’s case. Avenging is your world. Your world is crazy.”

“Be it ever so humble.” Steve wanted to ask what Sam had found, on both Bucky and Y/N. Even if it was a cold lead, it was better than nothing.

“You find a place in Brooklyn yet?” Sam asked, changing the topic.

“I don’t think I can afford a place in Brooklyn.

“Well,” Sam started, taking a sip of his drink. “Home is home, you know?”

After Ultron, and after Sokovia, Steve decided to help Sam in his spare time. He was a mentor at the compound, so it was mostly during the night.

“I have a lead,” Sam said one night over the phone. Steve had stopped his drawing, pencil tense in his hand. “I’m going after it.”

“Where?” His voice was strong, although he wasn’t.

“Somewhere in Europe.” Steve looked at him with an exasperated look. “I don’t want to give your hopes up. Let me check it out, and if it looks legit, I’ll let you know.”

“Is it for her?” He sounded hopeful, despite his lack of hope after two years.

Sam pressed his lips together, shaking his head.

2016

Bucky was in Bucharest. Y/N was nowhere to be found.

Bucky was wanted for the assassination of T’Chaka. Steve had to make sure he went free. He was his best friend, even if he didn’t remember.

“Steve,” Sam caught the attention of the super-soldier. They were readying themselves for their mission of rescuing Bucky, but Sam had just found evidence of her alive. “Was one of Y/N’s alias’ ‘Vaness Jackson’”

“Yeah, it was like her first one. Why?” Steve didn’t recall giving it to him, even forgetting about it himself.

“Oh shit,” Sam muttered, staring at his tablet. “We need to get moving, now.”

So they did, and as Steve felt fear trickle up his spine, the thought of his Bucky killing him here, in his small apartment in Bucharest, where he didn’t know anything or anyone, he whispered a prayer for her to hear.

“Y/N, please.”

But Bucky heard it. And he smashed his fist through the floor, gripping the strap of his bag. He threw it out the window, ready to run. But he turned to him first, no emotion behind his eyes.

“If you want to live, never say that name again.”

Steve ran after him, obviously. He wasn’t losing Bucky now, especially if he knew where she was. But as they ran, a man in a black catsuit appeared. And then they were caught by the police force and transferred to a facility.

“You like cats?” Sam asked T’Challa.

“Sam.” Steve sighed

“What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don’t wanna know more?”

Steve didn’t get to answer. Something hit the glass of the van, cracking the window. The small object stayed in the broken spot, and Steve leaned closer to examine it.

“Gun!” The man beside him yelled out, the policemen turning to look at him. Steve realized he was right, the bullet stuck in the glass. “Drive faster!”

“Someone’s trying to kill us!” Sam yelled, forgetting about the catsuit entirely. “And I don’t think America will be very happy that you let us die!”

Another one hit the window, cracking it more, but it never broke through.

“What the hell?” Sam exclaimed, moving to look at it closer. The last bullet landed in Sam’s area, his eyes widening before he moved away from it. “Yeah, I’m not doing this. Steve, tell them to hurry up.”

Steve tilted his head, trying to figure out why they didn’t continue the assault. The officers finally picked up the pace, oblivious to the fact that someone was trying to kill them.

“They marked us,” Sam spoke up, the two looking at him incredulously. “Each bullet is marking us. We’re their target.”

Steve couldn’t worry about that right now. Right now, he had to save Bucky.

And they were almost free when Tony showed up in Germany. They needed the trap, needed a way out undetected. But someone else showed up. They were shooting at Tony’s team, hitting T’Challa in the knee. He rolled behind a car, pulling the object from his leg. When he held it up, Steve couldn’t believe his eyes. A tranquilizer.

With one man down, Tony began going overdrive. The spider kid was swinging through the air when he was hit, the amount immediately knocking him out. He was falling straight to the ground, and Tony flew after him. Steve and Bucky ran towards the jet, stopping when Natasha held her Widow’s Bite to them.

“You’re not gonna stop.”

“You know I’m not.”

She stared at him, before coming to a decision. “I’m gonna regret this.”

Steve waited for the sting of the bite, but it didn’t come. Instead, it hit T’Challa, who had woken up sometime during the interaction.

Steve and Bucky ran into the quinjet, escaping the airport.

“I told you, you shouldn’t have said that name.”

“What?” Steve looked at him, still panting from the fight. “What name?”

“Her name.”

The realization hit Steve, his heart pounding with happiness at the thought that she was alive. “She’s alive?”

“She’s like a ghost except she was never dead.” Bucky stopped, before turning to his friend. “How do you know her?”

“She’s my girlfriend. Or w-was my girlfriend. She went MIA three years ago.”

Bucky sighed, not knowing how to break the news. “Steve, she’s not the same girl you know.”

“What?” He looked between the sky and the former sergeant. “Wait, how do you know her?”

“Steve…”

He didn’t want to know what he meant. He wanted to just live in oblivion, his sweet girl in his arms as she marveled about Johnny Depp and Ryan Reynolds and how she wanted dogs in the future and kids and how she loved him. But instead, he was left with the sick feeling in his gut as he knew what Bucky meant.

She didn’t love Ryan Reynolds or Johnny Depp. She didn’t love dogs or kids. She wasn’t in his arms, scratching his back softly as she pressed kissed to his chest where his heart lay. She had marked them as her targets, turned into a killer by HYDRA. Taken and brainwashed as they did Bucky in the ‘40s. When he thought his best friend was dead, as he watched him fall from the train hundreds of feet up in the mountain. Bucky screaming at the terror of what comes next. What comes after death. And HYDRA took his Bucky from him.

And again in 2013, when he watched the body cameras of her team being ambushed. The fear in her voice that only he knew. When she froze as the thought of her life ending became the most realistic thought. When she knew that requesting to go dark was the best option, so their friends didn’t have to see them killed like pigs in the slaughter. The way he still had hope, as he ran for the HYDRA base, just for it to go up in flames and killing every single ounce of hope he wanted to hand on to. And HYDRA took his Y/N from him.

2018

Steve, Sam, and Natasha had been on the run for two years now. Avengers Civil War is what the media had called his last interaction with Tony, his other best friend. He swore he saw her, more than once over the grueling two years. As if she was following him. That would be the biggest plot twist in his life since the great assassin known as the Winter Soldier was revealed to be James Barnes, and he woke up from the ice 70 years later.

So they went to Wakanda, after picking up Bruce and Rhodey. And they fought alongside each other, his best friend nice and healthy. And he thought they had won. Until Steve.

Steve looked over, to see his best friend turning into dust, disappearing fully in front of his eyes.

When Carol arrived from space, willing to find Tony and then taking them to Thanos, he thought they would be able to reverse it. Get Bucky back. And Y/N, if she wasn’t alive.

Thanos had destroyed the stones.

Steve had lost himself. He was angry and hurt, and sad, and frustrated. He left Natasha alone in the compound and moved back into his Brooklyn apartment. He stayed within his walls until he opened his own support group for those who also suffered.

Not knowing if you were dead, he was hanging by a thread.

He was drinking a beer, despising his lack of the ability to get drunk. He was missing Sam today, more than usual. He thought he heard her laugh, and sighed, shaking his head. He chuckled at himself, but it turned into full-blown sobs. He hugged the blanket that still smelled like her, because he washed it with her favorite detergent when the smell went away. He cried for her to return, to help him find himself. He cried for the years they lost. For the family, he craved and yearned for. The one he was supposed to build with her.

Steve cried himself to sleep, his heart aching for the girl he loved.

Here’s the thing. Steve didn’t believe in guns. Sure, he had to use one when he was at basic training in the ‘40s, but now? He didn’t need one. He had his shield, which protected him when he jumped out of a building, so why wouldn’t it protect him from guns? He thought they were stupid and dangerous and had been shot at way too many times its annoying.

So, when he woke to someone in his apartment, his immediate instinct was to throw his shield. But he didn’t have it. Tony did. So Steve did the next best thing. Pretended to still be sleeping, despite his anxiety of escaping safe and quiet.

“You can point your gun at me if it helps you relax,” The voice spoke, the hairs on the back of his neck rising and chills going down his spine. “Unless you still don’t believe in them.”

He opened his eyes, finding the girl sitting on his windowsill and watching the sky, trying to find stars in the night sky. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even move a muscle.

She chuckled softly, before turning to face him. He quickly shut his eyes, afraid of what will happen. Will she disappear? Kill him? This was his mind playing tricks on him.

“I know you’re awake, Captain.”

Captain.

Steve opened his eyes, looking at where she last was. She turned to face him, the moonlight illuminating her face. It was her. It was her.

“Hey stranger,” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes like it used to. “Long time no see.”

He sat up, clutching onto the blanket in his lap. “Yeah.”

“You look good.” She reached over to turn on the lamp, blinking at the sudden change in light. “Although, I prefer the beard and long hair.”

He felt like he was floating. “That-that was you?”

She nodded, letting out a deep sigh. “It’s a long story, but, when I found out you saved Bucky, I decided to look for you. You guys all looked so different, and the new guy, Sam? Didn’t know who he was and didn’t want to risk it. He’s a great detective.”

“Y-Yeah. Helped me find Buck.” She watched his face, before standing up. She slowly moved towards him, sitting across from him on the coffee table.

“How are you, Steve?” Her hands were clasped together, eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him in worry. “This isn’t how I meant to come back into your life, but I’m worried about you.”

Come back?

“Yeah, come back. I-if that’s okay with you.” He didn’t realize he had spoken aloud and was worried she would leave.

“Of course I want you to come back,” He whispered. He reached his hand out and smoothed her worry lines, a small smile making its way onto her face. “I’ve just missed you.”

“Yeah?” She grabbed his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. She held it against her cheek, relief flooding his system. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

The crack in her voice made his heartache. He caressed her cheek with his thumb.

“You didn’t answer me, Rogers,” She spoke, looking him in the eyes. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” But the tears threatening to spill didn’t help the lie.

“Oh, Steve,” She stood, wrapping her arms around him and caressing the back of his head as he sobbed into her stomach. She whispered soft words of encouragement, telling him to let it all out. It’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe.

“I’m sorry,” He hiccuped, resting his head against her. She hummed, rubbing behind his ears. He soon calmed, pulling back. “It’s just-you were missing, for 6 years and MIA, and the HYDRA base was blown up and-”

“Steve, look at me, listen to me” His eyes met hers. She looked like herself, but she also looked different. Older. Sadder. Tenser. Anxious. “I’m here, and maybe, one day, I’ll tell you about what happened, but for now, I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Steve woke up to Y/N laughing at something on TV. She was sitting up, her leg over Steve’s back and her hand on his head. He pressed a quick kiss to her thigh, her eyes wandering over to blonde man. He had let his hair grow out, but his beard was still gone.

“Morning,” She said cheerily, removing her leg from his back and allowing him to roll over. He sighed, a smile on his lips.

“Mornin’ to you,” She planted a kiss on his cheek, a smile that reached her eyes planted on her face. He cupped her cheeks, staring lovingly in her eyes.

She’s back.

#gabs26 #dessie's works #dessie's works for writing challenges #steverogersxreader #steve rogers

8 notes · View notes

wwwafflewrites · 4 years

Text

The Not-So French Mistake

Chapter 4: Siege of Sunshine

Sam was going solo in his search for water. There were several people gathered around the local market, but a boy who looked to be in high school was the most attentive of the group.

Sam asked him: “What’s going on?”

“We can’t get in,” the teenager panted, fanning his face in a vain effort to cool himself. His cheeks were flushed rosy and sweat trickled down his nose, while visibly straining to remain strong for the townsfolk. “The doors are melted shut.”

“Melted?” Sam’s gaze darkened and he stared at the storefront. It was a metal door; melting such would have required extreme equipment, but there it was, a puddle of molten metal pooling on the sidewalk, which took thousands of degrees to heat up. There was something very wrong here.

“All right…” He searched for another way in. Upon finding one, he announced, “Everyone cover your eyes!”, and he proceeded to kick the window down with the point of his boot. The impact had the glass collapsing onto the tile of the market with a glittery shatter.

Sam wiped at the sweat building into beads along his forehead and swept his hair behind his ears. His gaze met the long-missed treasure among the town: bottled water.

He beckoned for the teenager to follow him into the store and marched up to the fridge which had remained a relieving, frigid temperature. “What’s your name?” he asked the teenager sincerely.

“Caleb.”

Sam snatched a few bottles from the shelf and shoved an armful into the teen’s chest. “All right, Caleb. I need you to hand these out to the people outside. Everyone. Yourself as well. Only allow small sips though; you don’t want to shock their system.”

The boy nodded in appreciation, gripping the load and rushing outside to deliver the vital supplies.

Sam took his own bundle, half-dashing toward the crumpled figure of Sydney and a hovering Castiel. He distributed the water to nearby individuals and lingered as the angel persuaded Sydney to drink. “Are you..?” he began to ask, but his question fell short. It was rhetorical; of course she wasn’t okay. Nobody here was.

Digging into his pocket, Sam seized his phone and dialed. The automatic voice answered tauntingly, and there was a long beep. “Bobby,” he said urgently as he eyed Sydney, who was rousing. “There is something really wrong. Dean had to take a few people to the hospital because of heat stroke. It’s bad down here. Call me when you can.” Sam hung up, and a gnawing sensation lit his gut in worry. “He said he was watching the phones,” he murmured. Something was wrong.

Sydney was slow to rise to her feet, but eventually, she achieved such. While rocky on her toes, she was persistent. “Sam, Cas, go for Bobby. He could be in serious trouble. I’ll keep supplying the water. Dean said he would be back soon, right? I’ll be fine.”

Sam and Castiel shared a skeptical look, but Sam nodded. “Just don’t get into trouble and keep yourself hydrated. I’ll call Dean, so if he doesn’t meet you here, there’ll be a search party. Don’t let it get to that. Trust me, we’re efficient.” He inspected his pockets until he recovered a phone and handed it to her. “There. I always have a spare phone on me. Call us if anything unusual happens.”

With that, the pair withdrew to scavenge for a working car to hijack, which was rather difficult, considering half of their wheels had melted. Sam did the math, and it took roughly a thousand degrees of heat to melt rubber wheels, mind you, while the air around then only ranged around a hundred or so.

This was undoubtedly their kind of gig.

After they had hijacked the closest vehicle in the shade, Castiel was first to speak. “You believe she will stay?”

Sam snickered at the concept. “Uh―no. That’s why I implanted a tracker on the phone. Dean can locate it, too. Comes in handy during hunts gone wrong and runaway friends, you know?” He could recall a few cases it had been convenient.

In a normal circumstance, they would have let her leave, willingly. However, they didn’t know the angels’ beef with her, nor did she have any family she could contact, and as a teenager, that was hazardous. They weren’t going to release her knowing perils that lay ahead of her, or worse, unknowing.

Castiel dipped his head with a drained smile. “You’re rather deceptive, Sam.” It was a compliment. A second later, a whiny protest originated from the angel’s lower abdomen. Cas’s reaction was a priceless mix of shock and dismay.

Sam laughed, “I think your stomach disagrees. Don’t worry, I plan on getting you some food before we search for Bobby. We can’t have you going on nothing. What do you think about having a burger?”

“I would like that.”

Sam appreciated the spell of time gifted to him with the angel. He admired Castiel, but even more, he envied Dean. How couldn’t he? His brother had been gifted a best friend from heaven, and all Sam had ever earned were a few filthy comments depicting him as ‘the boy with the demon blood’, as if he had been a flea hitching a ride on a demonic bloodhound. Looking back, Sam could only visualize himself in that exact foul and impure way. He had been disgustingly feral, and such a betrayal should not have been pardoned. While Sam had been delusioned, he had ignored the pleas of his family, and there was no excuse for that.

Sam envisioned what still-angel-Cas would have said if he had listened in on Sam’s dark musings. ‘Do not dwell on the past, Sam. You have long been forgiven by the Lord.’ Yeah, that seemed about right. Sam had always disliked when Castiel tuned in on his mind, but he was correct; Sam had built a surrounding nest of his own self-loathing. While cozy for a time, the twigs were beginning to rot and decay, and eventually, Sam would need to wrestle away from his comfort-zone and stoop to the ground to build a new nest. Metaphorically.

Castiel had never endorsed in Sam’s attempts of diversions from his self-hatred. It was no wonder he got along with Dean; he was just as stubborn.

Sam recalled their past conversations. ‘Sam, you are no idiot, you are far from pathetic, and you most certainly will not lose me as a friend.’ The angel had been taken aback by such dark contemplations that had lurked within Sam’s mind.

‘Quit knocking around in my head, Cas.’ He had been defensive.

The angel had cast a brooding look of empathy to his tall companion and had replied gently, ‘They were very loud, angry thoughts, Sam. Angered and distressed natured thinking is… similar to covering your ears at a rowdy concert; I can't―fully omit them. I had not meant to invade your privacy, as you say. However, they were not true to any extent. I would not lie to you.’

Sam actually livened at the positive memory. He would always be encouraged by the humble consolation he had received from Cas, whether or not the angel knew such. It eased his conscience knowing his brother and Castiel, an angel, would eternally forgive his unforgivable, repetitive lapses of error. Sam felt lighter in his seat.

Snapping out of his bout of daydreaming, he balanced his attention from the road to fishing out his mobile phone and swiftly panning through his contacts until it highlighted Dean. After nearly swerving into a sharp turn sign, he handed it to Castiel. “Could you call Dean?”

Cas took the device, thankfully and sufficiently experienced enough with cellular devices to press call, and put the phone to his ear.

The wavering ringtones rang for three beats before cutting out into Dean’s voice, “Sam? You all right?”

“Hello, Dean.” The angel greeted.

The connection was fuzzy, static buzzing behind Dean’s voice. He was tentative. “Cas? Where’s Sam? He okay?”

Sam glued his eyes to the road and spoke clearly, so the phone picked him up. “I’m here, Dean. Bobby never answered the phone so Cas and I left to check on him.” Sam dreaded this part; this was the moment Dean would realize the missing chunk of information.

There was that expected delay. “…where’s Sydney?”

“Still in town… helping.”

“Sam!”

Sam rushed to defend his actions, “Hey, I gave her my spare phone so we can track her and she can call. You think I trust her to follow through? You know I’m not that careless.”

A low grunt fizzled through the speakers. Steely eyes and a murderous tick in his jaw: it was undoubtedly decorating Dean’s face. After a pause, Dean’s voice sounded through again. “Cas, did you get anything to eat?”

Cas put the phone to his mouth in impulse. “Soon, I will get a burger.”

“Good for you, buddy.” A static rustle signaled that Dean was in motion. “All right. Well, I got them to the hospital; they should be fine now.” Muffled padding of feet crackled on the other end. “The sun quit it’s antics about a half-mile back..”

Sam nodded. “ I think there’s a radius set around the town, so the sun only has its full strength there.”

"Yeah, whatever, dork.” Dean said.

“This is good, Sam,” Cas intoned. “This means the sun has not been harnessed to its full potential.”

“Yeah, or it’s being directed toward something.”

Dean sandwiched the phone between his shoulder and ear as he fiddled with his keys to the Impala. He elbowed the door open and slumped into the driver’s seat. “Then we have an official case.”

Sam considered it, “According to the location of Bobby’s phone, he was taken pretty far out. I doubt his absence was a coincidence.”

“No, never is.” Of all the cases they had self-employed themselves to, there were never coincidences―never two clashing supernatural beings occupying separate hauntings in the same compass to create ‘coincidences’. They knew that much. Each monster had their own niche, their own job and purpose, and if two overlapped territories, they generally drove the other out.

“I’m worried they’re trying to lead us away from the fight, Sammy. Lure us out with Bobby as the bait.” Dean ignited the engine, “I’ll go get her; you get Bobby. You at least found some water back in the town, right? It’s like a desert there.”

“Yes,” Cas assured him, cupping the phone with both hands. They had taught him how to hold a phone, right? Sam recalled having done so. Twice.

“Good.” Dean cruised, coasting along the asphalt road, his mind at peace. Scenery rolled on by; trees whisked, shrubbery barreled in a variance of green lines, and clouds flew past like saucers. “Good. Call me when you find Bobby.” Blip.

Sam offered an open palm for the phone and pocketed it once in his possession.

“Do you often track your friends?” Castiel was merely curious.

“Heh, well… we rarely keep friends long enough to do that, most of the time.” Sam set his jaw to mask his inner heartsickness. “But, yeah. Um, Dean and I keep tabs on him. He juggles all of our messes without batting an eye, so we always felt we should do the same.�� He kept his facial expression solemn.

Cas reflected on that. “I suppose that is the cost of your profession. I have no desire to believe you deserve such, though.” From observing the Winchesters dark and unpleasant daily lives, Castiel had concluded that a hunter’s life was the cruelest and most unfair career a man could undertake. Every hardship had Sam and Dean sacrificing blood, sweat, and tears.

It took a considerable amount of elbow grease and straining to solve the predicaments Castiel’s brothers had abandoned and left for the Earth to suffer. The consequences that the angels should have endured had befallen onto humanity. To Castiel, that was the most cheating and dishonorable way to serve God: to ditch your troubles onto broken, righteous souls only to shield your own selfish life.

To say he respected the Winchesters was a grand understatement. He was honored to serve them and was repeatedly awed by their will to save and protect among strangers. They risked everything, expecting no payment in return, or worse, expecting negative consequences. Castiel reminded himself of this whenever he questioned his alliance with the hunters and their quest to liberate the world from evil. Cas owed them everything; they had showed him the privilege of freedom and how to fight for it.

Not once had Dean refused giving his service and aid. He would abandon his dreams and wishes to fight in a war he had not started. With no hesitance! All Dean had ever longed for was a family, and all Castiel had ever wanted to do was to grant him such a pure desire.

Something within Castiel fumed at heaven and his father. Why must life be so corrupt? For what reason can’t those who do good earn good? He didn’t understand why Dean had accepted that so easily. Didn’t the Winchesters understand they deserved the world?

His clenched hands naturally twisted into his lap as he seethed. He looked to Sam, anticipating confirmation in Sam’s eyes, but he only looked sad. Oh, he remembered sullenly; he had forgotten humans could not read thoughts, and neither could he, any longer. However, by the pinch of Sam’s lips, Cas could tell the thoughts were self-loathing. The angel shrunk instantly, anger having vanished.

Perhaps, they do not understand their worth. Not yet.

Sam hovered his foot over the break, observing the new atmosphere. They had entered an urban town. It was contemporary, each townhome resembling the following, with a few individual components added for personality.

It was welcoming, and to Castiel’s delight, a congenial diner stood a few blocks away.

Tags: @queen-bubble, @rosaren2498

7 notes · View notes

alienwerewolff · 4 years

Text

Second Generation

A Supernatural Fan Fiction (Sam Winchester x OC)

Rated M: Mature adult content, smut, violence, alcohol, drugs, ect.

Genre: Adventure/Romance

Full Summery: Elliott and her brother Max are have been hunting all their lives, but shortly after Elliott's twenty second birthday they discover that she has a freaky ability. Max scared for his only family seeks help, finding it in the Winchesters. Unfortunately, her ability has some very similar traits to the demon Azazel's 'special children', but that can't be right. Azazel is dead. Dean killed the yellow eyed bastard himself, right?

*New Chapter Summery* Chapter 13: Witches Be Bitches Elliott is still grieving so Sam and Dean find the perfect distraction a hunt. Exactly what she needs, but this hunt is much bigger than any she's been on before. When an actual angel shows up Elliott isn't sure how to react. Castiel an angel of the Lord shows up with a warning for the hunters. Let's just say he is not at all what Elliott or Sam had expected angels to be like.

~Links~

Ao3

Wattpad

FF.Net

Chapter 13: Witches Be Bitches

By the time the Impala pulled up to the small town, another strange death had accrued. A high school student drowned in a boiling water while bobbing for apples. Deciding to split up Elliott and Sam went to interrogate the wife of the man that downed the razor blades while Dean went to investigate the high school kid's death.

Elliott was full of sympathy for the poor widow. Losing family and loved ones was very hard. Max's death was still fresh and although Bobby, Sam, and Dean told her that she was doing so much better she still didn't feel any better. Putting on a brave face and diving into the distraction Elliott did her job searching the grieving widow's kitchen while Sam continued to question the woman.

His voice was so calming and soft. Elliott was always in awe of how well he could empathize with people. Even if they didn't reciprocate.

"The candy was never in the oven." The widow's harsh tone snapped Elliott out of her thoughts in her search through the oven."

Elliott gave her a sheepish smile and closed the oven door. "Just being thorough." Sam distracted her again with another question giving Elliott time to continue her search. Almost instantly Elliott found something, and it wasn't good.

Holding up the little brown pouch she found under the refrigerator she gave Sam a nod before tucking the hex bag into her skirt pocket. They left after Sam had actually asked the grieving widow if her late husband could have been having an affair.

"Very subtle Sam." Elliott snorted as they waited for Dean to pick them up in the Impala. Taking a swig of her diet coke standing at a convince store a couple blocks away from the widow's house.

"What? Like you weren't thinking it?" Sam defended himself.

"Of course, I was. But you just don't out right ask a grieving widow if she was being cheated on." Elliott laughed shaking her head at the giant. Sam smile brightened he hadn't seen her laugh since before Max. It was so good to see her smile again. The rumble of the Impala stopped their banter, and Dean pulled up.

"Freaking hate witches, man." Dean complained stepping out of the Impala holding up a hex bag identical to the one they had found at the widow's house.

Sam huffed as Elliott showed Dean the hex bag they found as well. Dean told the couple he needed to grab supplies and ducked into the convenience store. Sam knowing his brother all too well shook his head and Elliott mimicked him when Dean came back out with a shit eating grin and a giant bag of candy. "Don't look at me like that. It's Halloween." Dean defended tossing a wrapper in the plastic bag.

"This ain't an ordinary witch we're dealing with." Sam explained to them as he looked through the hex bag back in the motel room. "-six hundred year old coin, two hundred years extinct herb and charred baby bones." Sam smirked at Dean and Elliott's shivers of disgust. His smirk faltered some realizing how similar his girlfriend and his brother were, causing him to shiver himself. He shook his head trying to rid himself of the thought.

After a little sitting around and research time Sam of course was the one to put it all together. He discovered that this was no ordinary witch. The stupid witch was trying to raise the Samhain a very big and nasty demon. This was way bigger than anything Elliott had ever been a part of.

Both Winchesters were hesitant to continue with the case. Neither of them comfortable with Elliott being around demons, not with Azazel still looking for her. After the boys made a few calls with no other hunters close enough to take on the case the hardly had a choice but to continue with her.

"Why don't you two keep up the nerd session? I'm gonna stake out the widower's house." Dean stood after twenty minutes of research.

"Dean," Sam started but was cut off.

"I got this Sammy. Take care of your girl. Dean patted Sam on the back and gave him a wink. Then snatched his keys making his way to the door. "Oh, and if I find out you two fucked on my bed, you're both dead."

Both Elliott and Sam's went beat red. Not having gotten a chance to be with each other in months. There was always too much going on, and with Elliott just losing her brother Sam didn't feel like there was a right time. As much as Sam was wanted to take the opportunity with his brother being gone, he thought it would be too weird. Like Dean had given him permission to bang his girl, he shivered internally.

So, the couple ignored the older Winchester's words and got back to their task, research. They needed to find out who this crazy witch was and how to stop her before she raises the super powerful demon. To be fair they really did start by researching but by the time Dean called they were half naked and sexually frustrated.

As they worked Sam was at the small table with his laptop, Elliott on the bed legs crossed and elbows propped on her knees with a book on Samhain in her lap. One minute Sam was admiring how cute she was studying with her brows knit in concentration and the next he was standing at the end of the bed.

"Sam?" Elliott looked up from her book at Sam's crooked smile and slide the book to the side.

"We haven't had a moment alone for a while now." Sam leaned down pushing her gently onto her back. She let him nibbling at her lower lip and staring up into hazel lust filled eyes.

"Then we better use out time wisely Jolly Green."

She closed the space between them planting her lips on his. He was practically on top of her but supporting his weight on his elbows. The kiss grew more intense. Running her fingertips through his shaggy locks to the nape of his neck she let out a soft moan, that Sam swallowed down at her lips. Leaning his weight onto one forearm his large hand traced her hip bone with feather light touches to her bare skin where her shirt was riding up. The same hand slid up under the tee and glided across her ribs, moving to take the tee shirt off completely. His sloppy kisses returned after throwing the shirt across the room. Lips moving down her jaw to the hallow of her throat.

As if it were clockwork the second Elliott's fingers started to fumble with the button on his jeans his phone went off. Groaning in frustration, Sam hung his head listening to the ringtone.

"Just get it, Sam. We're on a case you can't really just ignore him." She panted. They waited a moment as the ringing continued. He groaned again letting his head fall to rest on her bra covered chest. When the ringing ended, he nuzzled his head further between her breast playfully pulling her bra down with his teeth. He licked and nipped at her exposed breasts causing her to let out a soft mew.

The phone started ringing again, this time Sam growled before finally picking it up, not bothering to move away from her chest. "What?!" Sam snapped at his brother on the phone.

"Dude, answer your damn phone. I found the connection." Elliott overheard the older Winchester on the other side of the call. "The teen at the boiling apple bobbers death is the razor blade dude's babysitter."

"Great. We have a connection. I'll do more investigating." He sighed, then looked down to Elliott. "Dean?"

"Yeah?" Dean's voice echoed out of the phone.

"Don't hurry back." Sam growled hanging up before getting an answer and attacking Elliott again.

Elliott felt so relaxed, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Sure, she still had demon blood in her, a yellow eyed demon was after her, and she still missed her brother, but Sam sure knew how to make a girl forget her worries. She was spacing out as they entered the high school art room to talk with the girl's teacher that connected the two victims.

"Bring back memories?" Sam huffed to Dean and Elliott looking at the creepy paper-mâché masks.

Dean blinked a few times before answering. "What do you mean?"

"Being a teenager all that angst." Sam scoffed, but Elliott could see Dean's hesitation and jumped in to save him.

"I don't know if I'd call that angst. More like stoned." She chuckled and gestured at the kid trying to fit a giant bong in the kiln. Sam again found himself smiling at her, amusement. "He's doing that all wrong..."

Dean grinned wickedly, at her wording, and was thankful for the change of subject. "Is that right? And how would you know the right way?"

"Well most teachers would smash such obvious paraphernalia. So, you gotta be smart about it. Disguise it as a vase at least." Elliott explained with a shrug. "But pipes are way easier because they're so small."

Sam's eyes went wide at her in shock, brows just about touching his hairline unable to speak.

"Elliott Anders, were you the stoner kid in school?" Dean teased his smirk growing wild.

"I made a turtle shaped pipe for Max's birthday one year..." Elliott sighed a mixture of sad and happy at the fond memories.

"And here I thought you were a geek like Sammy in school." Dean chuckled looking impressed.

"Dean," Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head at his brother.

"Oh no, I was a major geek!" Elliott grinned at Sam and gave him a nod in solidarity. She was proud of her geekiness. "Dungeons and Dragons, Lord of The Rings, Doctor Who, Marvel comics, you name it! Just smoking before playing a campaign, watching a scifi flick or reading can be super trippy..." Elliott trailed off going bright red as the art teacher smiled at them from the doorway.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." The art teacher huffed extremely amused by Elliott's red face, obviously overhearing their conversation.

The teacher Don, (just Don) thankfully said nothing else about their conversation. He actually was able to give them the name of the apartment complex the teen that connected the two victims lived alone in. Which was great considering he thought she was a stoner FBI agent. She didn't think he would believe their cover due to her little slip up. Unfortunately, the teen's apartment was a bust. When they came up with nothing at the apartment complex, they headed back to their cheap motel for the time being to regroup.

"She can't have gotten far. Witch bitch still needs to make the third sacrifice." Elliott summarized getting out of Baby.

"She's not at her apartment not at the school, none of her friends know where she is," Sam listed brainstorming and walking up to the motel.

"Like the witch has hopped the broom." Dean mumbled.

Elliott opened the door to their sleazy motel room. Then acting on hunter instincts her hand flew to her glock at her waist and took aim at the two strange men in their room. After being taken by demons Elliott had been hyper aware of her surroundings and she wasn't going down without a fight.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus." She started shouting the exorcism as Sam came in next to her gun out and aimed as well.

"Who are you!" Sam demanded taking aim and stepping forward to block Elliott from their view.

Elliott stopped hesitantly when she saw the men weren't reacting to Sam let alone her exorcism. Dean bringing up the rear now barreled through the door ordering Sam and Elliott to stop.

"Sam! Ellie! Wait!" Dean shouted and stepped up between the guns and the strangers, forcing them to lower their weapons. "That's Castiel. The angel."

Elliott vaguely remembered the name of the angel. What she did remember clearly was that Dean had told her and Max this angel had pulled him out of Hell. Both Sam and Elliott did a double take eyes wide and jaw slack with awe.

"Him, I don't know." Dean gestured to the other figure. The angels were tall, though shorter than the Winchesters skyscraper heights. The one named Castiel had messy black hair a stern face and was wearing a trench coat. Castiel tilted his head to the side as his intense ice blue eyes focused on Sam and Elliott.

"Sam Winchester and Elliott Anders." Castiel greeted with a deep monotoned voice. Elliott instantly felt uneasy and swallowed hard. The young Winchester was nervous as well, but it seemed like he was more excited than wary.

"Oh, my God. -Er -uh -I didn't mean to uh- It's an honor." Sam stuttered nervously and held his hand out for the trenchcoated angel to shake. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Yeah when Dean first mentioned angels-" Elliott was cut off by Castiel's deep monotoned voice.

"And I you. Then humans with the demon blood. Glad to see you have both ceased your extracurricular activities."

Castiel's ice blues drilled into each of them. Sam blinked back the hurt and shock, tensing protectively as Elliott flinched at the angel's words. She bit her lip looking away hating that title, but she was quick to mask how it affected her.

"Have you found the witch? Is she dead?" Castiel turned to question Dean.

"No, but we know who she is." Elliott rushed out not wanting to be cut off again. The trenchcoated angel fixed her with a pointed stare.

Castiel pulled out a hex bag and handed it to Dean. "Apparently the witch knows who you are as well. Do you know where the witch is now?"

"You're an angel why do you even care about a witch?" Dean defended.

"The rising of Samhain is one of the sixty six seals. Lucifer can not rise the breaking of the sixty six seals must be prevented at all costs."

Elliott's eyes widened. Sam and Dean had told her about the sixty six seals but only in passing like it wasn't a real worry. She was embarrassed to admit that through her grieving and the drama of being wanted by the yellow eyed demon she had forgotten about it almost completely.

"Enough of this." The other angel commanded finally speaking. Elliott jumped slightly forgetting he was even there. He was stocky with dark skin, and a harsh glare.

"Who are you and why should I care?" Dean sassed causing the angel to turn from the window. Elliott tugged on the sleeve of Dean's jacket. Something scared her about the two angels, and she didn't think it wise to taunt them.

"This is Uriel, he's what you might call a specialist." Castiel introduced.

Elliott dared to speak up again, quietly questioning his words. "Specialist? What are you going to do?"

"You need to leave this place." Castiel gazed at Dean ignoring her.

"Why?" Sam breathed.

"Because we are about to destroy it."

She thought angels were supposed to be the good guys. They didn't just kill innocents, right? Dean's voice broke through her thoughts threatening the angels. Refusing to leave the town, claiming that they would go down fighting.

All three hunters piled into Baby. Dean seething mad while both Elliott and Sam sulked. That seemed to make Dean even more annoyed.

"What?" Dean snapped at them glancing between the two. The couple glanced at each other before shrugging. Elliott leaned over the front bench seat from the back and took the hex bag form Sam. "You going to help us out Princess or you gonna keep fingering your bone?" Dean couldn't help himself still smiling when Sam gave him a strong bitch face. Elliott chuckled lightly coughing to clearing her throat.

"I know where we need to go."

Realizing the hex bag showed up after they talked to Don the hippie art teacher they broke into the school. When they found more charred baby bones and other ingredients in the hippie teachers desk Elliott was rewarded with an intense kiss from Sam and an 'atta girl' from Dean.

Rushing to the teachers house they made it just in time. The teen Tracy was tied up and Don the art teacher was at her throat with a knife. Sam stepped into the basement first firing a couple shots killing Don instantly. The Winchesters hurried to free the girl as Elliott checked Don's pulse confirming he was dead.

"Ugh-thank you! That sick son of a bitch was going to kill me!" Elliott heard the girl go off. "Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was?"

Elliott's breath hitched all three of the hunters drew their guns too late. The teen spewed Latin throwing them back with an invisible force. Elliott yelped insides twisting and grinding in pain. Hunching over and curling in on herself she whimpered on the floor. The witch kept talking but the pain was all Elliott could focus on as she writhed. Sam and Dean's groans met her ears and she lifted her head to see them struggling against the witch's invisible torture as well.

Although she couldn't fully make out what the witch was saying across the room, Elliott was able to tell that she was now chanting in Latin. A whimper escaped her throat as Elliott twisted to look up at Sam as their time was running out. Sam grunted and held a finger to his lips telling her to keep quiet before she felt his large hand swipe something warm and wet along her face. When her eyes flicked to him and Dean, with red splotched on their face she realized what Sam had smeared on her. Blood, the dead teacher's blood. An image of blood flowing freely from Max's chest reared its way into her mind at the sight. She closed her eyes against the awful memory but the visual became more intense and detailed behind her closed eyelids.

Sam's blood coated hand was on her wrist snapping her out of it. His concerned eyes were wide and flicking from the witch finishing her Latin to Elliott, giving her wrist a gentle squeeze and whispering to her.

"Don't move."

The pain finally subsided when the witch finished her incantation, and the ground began to shake. A dark smoke filled the air before B-lining it to the teacher's corpse. Elliott did her best trying not to even breathe as the body that used to belong to the teacher stood up and walked around to the teen witch before snapping her neck. Elliott held completely still as she felt the demon's eyes linger on her before it kept walking past them and out of the house.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean hissed getting up off the floor.

"Halloween lore." Elliott breathed back, putting it together quickly, and receiving a proud smile from the younger Winchester.

"People use to wear masks to hide from him. So, I gave it a shot." Sam shrugged.

"You gave it a shot?!" Dean hissed outraged.

"You alright Ellie?" Sam questioned ignoring his brother. She refused to look him or Sam in the eye not wanting the images of Max to flash behind her eyelids again but responded quickly.

"Yea, let's get out of here." Sam hesitated, able to see she was dealing with something, but it was obvious that she didn't want to explain and they had a demon to go after. He led the way out of the basement. Elliott brought up the rear wiping her face of the blood as she did.

"Dean," Sam mumbled quietly trying to get only his attention. Failing completely because Elliott was looking at him as well. He was glad that once they had wiped up all the blood on their faces Elliott was looking at him again, but right now he didn't want her to hear this.

"Sam?" Dean raised a brow at his brother's quiet tone, not bothering to look away from the road as he drove.

"This demon is too powerful. It might take more than the usual weapons to take him down." Sam spoke slowly. Both men sent cautious glances to the hunter in the backseat then back to each other.

"No. Sam, Ruby's knife is enough." Dean stated coldly.

"Dean,"

"I said no Sam. The damn angels told you not to."

"Is someone going to fill me in here?" Elliott spoke over the bickering brothers.

"You wanna tell your girl Sammy?" Dean raised a brow threateningly and offering Sam their demon killing knife as an alternative. Sam gave a defeated sigh and took it from Dean.

"I'll explain later Ellie. Let's just save the town first?" The young Winchester offered with an apologetic look. Elliott sighed and gave in the moment he displayed his sad puppy eyes.

Elliott could hear the screaming as they pulled up to the cemetery. In a rush all three hunters were out of the Impala duffels and weapons packed and drawn. They ran down the stairs of the mausoleum to come up to an iron gate full of costumed screaming teens.

"Help them." Sam commanded.

"Dude, you're not going off alone!" Dean argued.

"Dean, go! I got this. You boys go!" Elliott shouted and turned back to the screaming teenagers. That made Sam hesitate obviously not liking the idea of leaving Elliott alone right now. "I said go!" she ordered making the Winchesters scurry off.

The brothers had disappeared around the corner when she shot open the gate, releasing the slutty costumed teens. She waved them out yelling at them to speed them along. When the first animated corpse fell out of the wall, she steeled herself ready for a fight. She spun and stabbed him with the silver stake before ducking from a second one. Quickly grabbing another silver stake from her duffel on the ground she impaled the second one.

"Ellie!"

"Dean?" She panted taking a third one out. "What the Hell are you doing? Why aren't you with Sam?"

"He sent me back. Didn't want you fighting these fuckers alone with a bum arm." Dean gestured his head to her left arm still entrapped in thick white plaster. The flower doodles still bright on the pale cast. Elliott threw him a silver stake. He caught it just in time to twist around and get one that had been coming up behind him.

"And you listened to him?? Dean! That is Samhain he is after! I can take out a few stupid zombi-" Elliott was cut off mid sentence and flung across the room into the granite wall. She let out a surprised yelp and groaned at the pain in her shoulder.

"Ellie!" Dean's called out. A ghost flickered holding her in place a foot off the ground. Dean growled before shooting a blast of rock salt at it. Landing on her ass Elliott winced panting she let her head fall back against the wall with a sigh.

"That's it, I'm torching everybody." Dean grumbled helping her to her feet.

She quickly followed Deans orders and soon they had a nice fire going. They hurried down the hallways to find Sam before they could get trapped by the fire. Dean saw his brother first. Breath hitching and feet halted in his tracks. When Elliott got a good look at her giant her hazel green eyes went wide, although it took her a moment to understand what she was seeing.

Sam stood with an outstretched hand the demon Samhain was up against the wall struggling with an invisible force. Her giant's grunts could be heard as he used an unknown power to take on the demon. Sam's hazel eyes flicked up to see his two hunting Dean and Elliott standing in the archway staring at him. When his gaze landed on their wide eyes he winced, pained by their shock. Elliott just watched frozen to the spot as black smoke began to spew from the demon's mouth and eyes. She was unaware of how her jaw hung slightly at the sight of her giant exorcising a demon with his mind.

The demon let out an aggravated howl as Sam continued ignoring his audience. Pain scrunched Sam's features together and he grabbed his forehead without stopping his mind exorcism. Elliott's jaw shut, brows shot up and she took a step forward to go to Sam, but Dean's hand wrapped around her upper arm stopping her.

"Sam?" Elliott breathed not even looking at Dean holding her back. Worry increased tenfold when she spotted the blood dripping from his nose. Dean's grip on her arm was too strong and she couldn't get any closer. Sam's painful grunting got louder, as the demon struggled and spewed even more black smoke. Then with the last of the smoke appearing to sink into the earth, the body fell with a thunk.

Sam was panting heavily blood dribbled down from his nose over his lip and past his chin. Hesitantly he brought his gaze to meet Elliott's looking like a disobedient child. He chanced a look to his big brother's disapproving green eyes before going back to his girls.

"Ellie," Sam swallowed hard unable to read her reaction. Dean interrupted the moment unhappily barking at them. Something about the place being on fire and needing to scram before the cops showed up, promising that they would talk later.

After a silent and extremely awkward car ride they made it back to the motel. Dean was too upset to stay or even talk. The moment he pulled up the cheap motel he mumbled something about needing a drink, extending an invitation to Elliott. Sam was surprised when she declined, but wouldn't look up from his shoes when he felt Dean's worried gaze. It was obvious to the young Winchester that his brother was uncomfortable leaving Elliott alone with him, but he left anyway. Tires squealing as he pulled out of the lot.

Inside the motel Sam sat on the edge of their bed avoiding eye contact letting his knee bouncing anxiously. He was almost certain he scared the crap out of Elliott back there. He had hoped to explain it to her before she'd see him use his mind exorcism thing. Really, he didn't ever want her to see it. Of course, he was aware his big brother was mad and disappointed in him for using his mind exorcism thing. As much as it hurt him to know what his brother thought of him, he was utterly terrified of how Elliott was about to react. Terrified she'd be disgusted by him or worse so horrified she might leave him. The thought made his heart speed up with panic. He couldn't handle her leaving. She had been his best source of happiness since Jess he didn't want to lose that. Sam even thought she had been the cause of Dean's happiness lately as well. When Dean first came back from Hell, he wasn't the same man, though he tried to hide it Sam could see he was struggling. Dean's smiles had rarely met his eyes, his laughs had been hallow. Then after just a night of drinking with Elliott and Max, Sam could see a real smile on his brothers face again. Things were finally getting back to almost normal. Elliott Anders had somehow become a fixed point of happiness for both of the Winchesters, Sam couldn't lose her.

"Sam?" Elliott's soft voice broke through his thoughts bringing him back to reality. She placed her uncasted hand on his leg to stop its insecure bouncing. "Relax a bit Jolly Green? Starting to make me anxious." She chuckled humorlessly. He instantly stilled his nervous tick. His instinctual apologetic puppy eyes looked up to meet her hazel green ones.

"I'm really sorry Elliott." Sam sighed his large hand moved slowly to cover hers on his knee. He looked down surprised by how small and dainty her hand was in his, as his hand almost dwarfed hers. "I should have told you, I know. I just- I was terrified how you would-will- might react."

"That's it?"

Sam looked back to her brows knit together in confusion. "That's it, what? What do you mean that's it? You just saw me exorcise a demon with my mind. I'm a freak."

"Well, so am I." Elliott shrugged, not breaking eye contact.

"No-" Sam immediately began to deny, almost angry that she'd even consider herself a freak. He stopped his protests when she held her hand out for him to stop.

"Sam. I can heal- transfer injuries- uh, whatever you wanna call it. I have a weird freaky ability. So if you are a freak? Then so am I. We can be freaks together, Giant." She chuckled before sighing to give him a stern look. "That's not why I am upset."

It hurt Sam that she would ever think of herself that way. She was anything but a freak in his eyes. He wanted to continue to arguing with her about it but was distracted by the fact that she said that she wasn't scared of him. The burst of hope was crushed by confusion.

"Hhn? Then what are you upset about?"

"How can you tell me not to use my power and turn around and use your own?" She breathed.

Sam had to take a moment before answering, not expecting that. Straightening his posture, and tilting his head as he tried to respond mouth opening and closing a couple times before he was able to speak. "That's different, Ellie."

"How? The angels didn't seem to think so. They don't want either of us using are abilities. Remember? How is it okay for you and not for-"

"Because I'm not hurting myself, Elliott." Sam retorted quickly as if it were obvious.

"Really?" She asked quietly. "Don't you dare say it's not the same Winchester. I saw the pain on your face when you exorcised that demon."

Elliott huffed shaking her head before he had a chance to deny her again, she quickly reached out to his face. Instinctively he flinched back and grabbed her wrist, but let go almost as quickly. Moving slower she reached out touching his face with a feather light touch. Her eyes tightening narrowing in on his like she was focusing on something. Sam jumped away from her as if he had been electrocuted when he saw blood dribble down from her nose.

"Dammit Ellie, I said stop doing that!" Sam nearly shouted, shocked that he had once again let her take his own injury.

"That's not the point." Elliott rolled her eyes then swiped her fingers gently over the skin above her upper lip. Then held her fingers out for him to see the little smear of red. "We both get hurt Sam."

He sighed running a hand through his hair and shaking it out at the ends. Another drop of blood dripped down from her nose this time it fell over her lips almost to her chin. Grinding his teeth, Sam went back to her immediately forcing her to sit on the bed then reached for an unused fast food napkin from last night's diner and wiped up the blood.

"Alright. Alright. How about a compromise?" Sam offered while holding the napkin to her nose and tilting her head back to trying to stop the bleeding.

"I'm listening." Elliott responded with a stuffed nose.

"It's obvious that the angels don't want either of us to use our abilities, and that we don't want each other to, right?" Sam continued after she gave him a small nod. "We don't use our powers. Either of us. If giving up exorcising demons like this keeps you from getting hurt, -I can stop."

"Really?" She scrunched her brows. "You'd do that for me?"

Sam tilted her head back to normal removing the bloody napkin to give her a gentle kiss. "Of course." He pulled away and dabbed up the last of her bloody nose.

"Deal." She whispered, going in to meet his lips again.

They waited till the next morning when Dean was up and about to leave to get breakfast to tell him about their deal. Dean seemed much more at easy after they explained that neither one of them were going to use their powers now. That as long as one didn't use theirs the other wouldn't.

Elliott jumped into the shower when Dean went to snag breakfast, leaving Sam to pack up. When the angel Uriel appeared on the couch behind him Sam he sighed.

"What are you doing here?" Sam growled, now that he knew angels weren't as great as he once thought.

"Tomorrow's November second. The day Azazel killed your mother and twenty two years later Jessica More." Uriel stated. "I'm curious, are you worried about your new whore?"

Sam tensed up anger boiling under his skin. "Is that a threat?"

"No, not yet. I'm merely disappointed you blatantly use the power Azazel has given you when he has caused so much death around you."

"I did what I had to do. If Samhain had gotten loose on this town-"

"You have been warned twice now. You and your little whore."

"Don't call her that!" Sam barked now furious. The angel only chuckled with an all knowing smirk on his face. "You know, my brother was right. Angels are dicks."

Suddenly Uriel was standing in front of the hunter. "The only reason that bitch in there," Uriel gestured toward the bathroom where they could still hear the shower going. "is still alive Sam Winchester, is because you have been useful. The moment that ceases to be true, I will turn you both to dust."

Sam released a shaky breath, his jaw clenching at the threat.

"Or in her case I could be poetic and burn her to ash." Sam's couldn't hide his reaction from the angel. Hazel eyes widened breath audibly hitched at the threat. "As for your brother? Ask Dean what he remembers from Hell." With that Uriel smiled smugly at the hunter's petrified face before disappearing from the motel room.

Sam blinked a few times before looking at the bathroom door worried. Then booked it. "Ellie!" He shouted scared Uriel would follow through with his threats, that something could happen to her any moment. He burst open the door in a panic not even embarrassed when he saw her naked form stepping out of the shower.

Elliott squeaked at the bumbarsion jumping a foot and clutched the towel to her chest. She was just about to tell the giant off for bursting in and scaring her like that but stopped seeing his panic.

"Sam? Are you okay?" He didn't reply just took to large steps to embrace her in a bone crushing hug. "Sam? Sam stop you're getting your clothes all wet. Sam?"

"I don't care." He breathed shutting his eyes tight and kissing the top of her head. "I don't care."

No matter how much Elliott pestered him Sam never explained what caused him to react the way he did. His strange behavior proceeded to get even weirder for a few days. Sam had always been protective but never like this. November second the day after the bathroom incident had been severely worse. She had woken to him clinging to her much like he had in the bathroom. The young Winchester had followed Elliott around like a baby duck all day.

Even Dean noticed his brother's strange behavior. Teasing Sam when he insisted Elliott keep the bathroom door cracked while she got ready. That is until Sam mumbled the date to him. Dean had gone pale and stoic when he heard the date, asking Elliott to just hummer him. After that Dean wouldn't say a word about his little brother's clingy behavior. Suggesting that they just drive until they found a new case. They drove through the night making only two stops. One for gas and the other when Elliott couldn't hold her bladder any longer. Even then Sam stood outside the women's restroom at the gas station until Elliot was finished. Taking her by the hand to go straight back to the Impala.

The next few days were much better but she could still feel Sam's puppy eyes on her when she wasn't looking. If it weren't for how scared Sam looked Elliott would be far past annoyed. It had her worried, especially because no one would tell her what was happening. As the giant began to ease off so did her worry. Somethings she didn't have to know. Sam had his own past, and as long as things continued to get better, she could let the strange behavior go.

#fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester x ofc #angst #spn fic #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #OC #new chapter #fandom #supernatural #SPN

1 note · View note

lonelypond · 5 years

Text

Au Yeah August, #WTF Wedding

Love Live, NicoMaki, 2K

Summary: Nico Ni has a late flight, a concert to make, and Nishikino Maki TWIG stalking her. How's your day?

#WTF Wedding

Frank Kamura @franklythebeast 3:54 p.m. Flight landed. SO LATE. Will be so glad to not be on a plane with #NicoNi #whatanass

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 3:55 p.m. #Whatanass #Thatswhatshesaid #Imeanmesaid #lastFriday @NicoNi

The NicoNi @NicoNi 3:55 p.m. @THeNishikino @franklythebeast No

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 3:56 p.m. @NicoNi @franklythebeast That’s not what she said ; )

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 3:57 p.m. @TheNishikino @franklythebeast Think of the children

Nishikino Maki @THeNishikino 3:58 p.m. @NicoNi @franklythebeast I am ; )

Frank Kamura @franklythebeast 3:57 p.m. @NicoNi @TheNishikino UNTAG ME

The Nico Ni @NIcoNi 3:58 p.m. @TheNishikino @franklythebeast I can’t believe I agreed to this

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 3:58 p.m. @NicoNi @franklythebeast It’ll never be the same after today

Frank Kamura @franklythebeast 3:58 p.m. #NicoNi and #MakiNishikino are breaking up in my mentions and I CAN’T GET THEM TO UNTAG ME. Is this hell? Did my plane actually break apart over the Pacific.

DM @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 3:59 p.m. You are LITERALLY a TERRIBLE PERSON.

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 4:00 p.m. I am LITERALLY a TALL person. Anecdotally, I’m terrible. According to toi ; P

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 4:03 p.m. (▼-▼*)

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 4:05 p.m. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 4:08 p.m. I can’t wait to see you. Glad your flight finally landed (๛ ˘ ³˘)۶

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 4:09 p.m. Nico is glad too. Stay out of trouble ‘til I get there (◦˘ З(◦’ںˉ◦)♡

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 4:10 p.m. No promises; better hurry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sonia Alvez @senoritaseeker 4:20 p.m. #MakiNishikino is here at #OharaOceanView and boi, she is H O T A S F U C K #thatdress #fire

Adara @darkandfullofwonder 4:22 p.m. I no longer identify as a bisexual I AM A NISHIKINOSEXUAL #thatdress #MakiNishikino #waitaretheybreakingup @franklythebeast do you know?

@franklythebeast has blocked @NicoNi @TheNishikino @darkandfullofwonder 4:23 p.m.

Adara @darkandfullofwonder 4:24 p.m. Wait, that’s a NishikinoYESsexual #MakiNishikino #thatdress

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 4:25 p.m. Me too. Nico commends your taste. @ me a snap, please and thank you.

Mr. Buchanon @buckleupbilly69 4:27 p.m. #NicoNi just kicked the side of a plane. WHO DOES THAT?

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi @NozyItAll 4:29 p.m. We’re waiting.

DM: @NicoNi to @ayasesan @NozyItAll 4:30 p.m. Nico LITERALLY just got off the plane. ANd change your fukkin @, Eli, you’re not in high school anymore. #ridiculous

DM: @NozyItAll to @ayasesan @NicoNi @TheNishikino 4:32 p.m. How about gay-ASS-esan? #whatanass

DM: @TheNishikino to @NozyItAll @NicoNi @ayasesan 4:33 pm. That’s Nico’s #hashtag; back off (ง •̀_•́)ง

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi @TheNishikino @NozyItAll 4:34 p.m. MAYBE IF YOU PUT YOUR PHONES DOWN, NICO COULD GET HERE FASTER.

MickE Mights @Beoruff 4:35 p.m. #NicoNi just flipped off her phone. #theNishikino is #single #CONFIRMED

Sari Dbuto @drsari 4:36 p.m. Tiny person in front of me in the baggage claim area muttering. Turns out it’s #NicoNi. Something must be up.

Kary @killingitwithcutenezz 4:38 p.m. #MAKINISHIKINO JUST GOT SWARMED BY EVERY GIRL IN THE #OHARAOCEAN LOBBY #somuchscreaming #thatdress

Kenneth Clark Kent @supershirtswami 4:42 p.m. #NicoNi just zoomed out of the Admirals Club; her hat belongs on a Bond villain. Also #sotiny #somanyruffles #sopink

Serena Swift @popmuze201 4:44 p.m. #NicoNi dressed like she’s storming the Alamo or about to wield a light saber in a mariachi band. #somuchpink #wtfruffles

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 4:45 pm. @popmuze201 Pics, please.

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 4:46 p.m. @popmuze201 @TheNishikino NO SPOILERS ( ˘ ³˘)❤

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 4:47 p.m.

@niconi @Popmuze201 ( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ _ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )

Serena Swift @popmuze201 4:48 p.m. @NicoNi @TheNishikino (*≧▽≦)ﾉｼ))

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 4:50 P.M. Hey frens and fans, it’s a big day for Nico but no pics ‘til later, please. #Itsasurprise #THANKS See you at the concert! #NicoinLALALand

Ty @haircutTRONy 4:52 p.m. Look, internet, here’s a pic of a sampler of the new #neondragonfruit drink. Guess what? Same tiny size, same #WTFPINK as actual #NicoNi

Nishikino Maki @THeNishikino 4:53 p.m. @NicoNi @haircutTRONy #THIRSTY

The Nico Ni @NicoNi 4:54 p.m. @TheNishikino ha! also, YOU’RE KILLING ME.

DM: @ayasesan to @niconi @TheNishikino @NozyItAll 4:58 p.m. Just lost Nozomi to a stranger

DM: @niconi to @ayasesan 4:59 p.m. ?????????

DM: @ayasesan to @niconi 5:01 p.m. Tarot reading; just hurry up.

DM: @ayasesan to @TheNishikino @ NicoNi @NozyItAll 5:05 p.m. Your ^ↀᴥↀ^ friend is weird.

DM: @ayasesan to @TheNishikino @ NicoNi @NozyItAll 5:05 p.m. But nice. Like SUPER nice.

DM: @ayasesan to @TheNishikino @ NicoNi @NozyItAll 5:06 p.m. And cute : D

Ayase Eli @ayasesan 5:08 p.m. Found @NozyItAll; she’s now fascinated by @nyataproblem #HURRYUP #NICONI

Toru Melo @velvetfoghornbooms 5:12 p.m. How can @NicoNi run in pants that tight? @TheNishikino’s not wrong though #WHATANASS

Nishikino Maki @TheNishikino 5:14 p.m. Still #THIRSTY @NicoNi @velvetfoghornbooms

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:18 p.m. I’m trying ｡｡゛(ﾉ><)ﾉ DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:19 p.m. I know; I miss you

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:19 p.m. Nico’s all yours after the concert...for weeks Σ(T□T)

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:20 p.m. And the other thing

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:21 p.m. That too (｡♥‿♥｡)

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:22 p.m. So what are you wearing? Exactly what shade is #WTFPInk?

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:22 p.m. Selfie?

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:23 p.m. You’ll have to wait. It’s a surprise.

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:24 p.m. You have self control?

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:25 p.m. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 5:26 p.m. You won’t after you see this dress (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Jane Jones @barkleynightingale 5:28 p.m. Who wears a #trenchcoat on a bright sunny afternoon? #NicoNi that’s who. And why is it pink? #wtfpink

Dimitra Zar @69MetsNotasexthing 5:30 p.m. #NicoNi is Midas for PINK @barkleynightingale

Jane Jones @barkleynightingale 5:31 p.m @69MetsNOTAsexthing #TRUTH

MJ Parker @noswingingnyc 5:32 p.m. Just clocked #NicoNi zooming through #LAX at #THIRSTY mph. Is #TheNishikino still single?

Lenore C @noravensallowed 5:33 p.m. Just spotted @TheNishikino giggling at her phone in a bar. IS THAT DRESS SEE THROUGH (⋆⁰ ̥̮⁽⁰)(⁰⁾ ̥̮⁰⋆)

Lenore C @noravensallowed 5:35 p.m Her friend is cute. Wonder if I can get her number?

Koizumi Hanayo @DreamsOfRice 5:36 p.m. @noravensallowed No

DM: @NicoNi to @ayasesan 5:37 p.m. Is Nozomi all right? She hasn’t harassed me on TWIG since I landed.

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi 5:38 p.m. I took her phone

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi 5:38 p.m. You have enough distractions

DM: @NIcoNi to @ayasesan 5:39 p.m. Truth DM me a dress snap

DM: @ayasesan to @NicoNi 5:40 p.m. NO

DM: @NicoNi to @ayasesan 5:46 p.m. Little detour, finding the limo now.

Charlie Chihua @l00bn00b 5:47 p.m. DAYUM!!!! If I were #NicoNi and my girl was in THAT dress in any bar, I’d be going so K K K K K K K KRAZY I couldn’t see straight….oh wait, #NicoNi’s never seen straight (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ω˂̣̣̥)੭ु⁾⁾

Carly Roy @songburger78 5:47 p.m #NICONI SAID FUCK LIKE 8000 TIMES AND IT'S MY NEW RINGTONE

Akpobome Wilsom @69387x 5:47 p.m. Wait, #Latetotheparty but if #TheNishikino is single that means #NicoNi is too @homeyholmes

Irini X @homeyholmes 5:48 p.m #NICONI IS SINGLE? WHERE? @69387x

Doriya @givemeaspear20xx 5:49 p.m. #NicoNi is a goddess. Her driver just helped me with my luggage and she’s dropping me off at my mom’s.

DM: @TheNishikino to @NIcoNi 5:50 p.m. : /

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 5:51 p.m. Driver’s dropping Nico off first

LouLou @creolechassis 5:55 p.m. Just saw #MakiNishikino on the beach, kicking sand. Is she in town for the #NicoNi concert? I thought they were over?

Jayme Lunce @jazzbanglejangle 5:57 p.m. @creolechassis #NIcoNi’s been in a slump since the #IMAincident. Why couldn’t #TheNishikino stick to models. Music needs Nico Ni.

FKM @hispeedhorror 5:58 p.m. @creolechassis @jazzbanglejangle PHOTOGRAPHY NEEDS #NICONI TO LEAVE #MAKINISHIKINO ALONE

Lenore C @noravensallowed 6:02 p.m. OMG Sonoda Umi just walked into the lobby of the #OharaOceanView with both her girlfriends #TeamPoly

Bobbi Brightwing @LAstylesnaps 6:04 p.m. Minami Kotori sighting that dress is goassamer and seafoam and bliss wait is #TheNishikino’s dress a #Minami original #mindblown

Ty @haircutTRONy 6:05 p.m. ALL DAY, all day dudes, saw NOTHING but P I N K

Fuck #niconi #myeyeshurt

Macy Bordeaux @pourme2others 6:06 pm. Forgot about the #NicoNi concert tonight. Probably why every plane was late. #NIcoInLALALAND

Ahmed J @immahustle334 6:10 p.m My Tarot card reader was some kind of minister; doing a wedding tonight. Is that lucky?

Maria Tran @mebeachallday 6:15 p.m. Kicked us off the beach for some wedding #EatTheRich

Dusty Dawn @theywereUNDERSEAroommates 6:22 p.m This tiny tiny pink puff is marrying a redhead in a SEE THROUGH dress #WTFPink #hot

Mel radio silence just surf Mazz @20thCenturySurf 6:23 p.m. @theywereUNDERSEAroomates WHO NEEDS X-RAY VISION I NEED BINOCULARS

Lenore C @noravensallowed 6:35 P.M. #MakiNishikino just dropped to her knees in the sand and #NicoNi is drying her tears. #soromantic

Lenore C @noravensallowed 6:38 p.m. THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS NOT A DRILL THEIR FOREHEADS ARE TOUCHING

It’s like a scene in a movie #swoon #NicoNishikinoWedding

Mel radio silence just surf @20thCenturySurf 6:40 p.m. DAM DUDE I JUST WANT TO SURF gO haVe sEx aLrEAdY #NicoNi #Imeanthatdress

Qu Teen @binowbaby 6:48 p.m. FREE THE BEACH #NICONI

Hoshizora Rin @nyataproblem 6:58 p.m. I bet I can eat a whole tier #weddingcake #YazawaNishikino

Kosaka Honoka @gingerbakernodrums 7 p.m. @nyataproblem I can do 2

Hoshizora Rin @nyataproblem 7:02 p.m. @gingerbakernodrums shotgun bottom tier

Sonoda Umi @oceanverse 7:03 p.m. @nyataproblem @gingerbakernodrums No. I will not repeat myself.

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 7:05 p.m. You stole my hat

DM: @TheNishikino to @NicoNi 7:06 p.m. And your heart ; )

DM: @NicoNi to @TheNishikino 7:07 p.m. And my habit of starting concerts on time

DM: @MrsNicoNi to @NicoNi 7:08 p.m. And your name ; )

SoOp McCoop @MrsNicoNi 5:30 p.m. So @TheNishikino just offered me 5K for my Twig handle #bitch

SoOp McCoOp @5Kaintchumpchange 5:35 p.m. ...ok so I took the cash…guess I’ll donate a transpizza

Kiss O Me Nico Ni @MyPlaylistSlays 9:18 p.m. where #THEFUCK is #NICONI…#NicoInLaLaLand should have started 2 hours ago

Raj @mistermarple 10:42 p.m. Who buys pizza for a whole stadium and then sings an acoustic set while her wife plays piano in the rain? #NICONI that’s who #LEGEND #NicoInLaLaLand

Didi Daro @NicoKnowzBetter 10:48 p.m. Spotted #MinamiKotori backstage with @gingerbakernodrums Is #NicoNi getting new costumes cause #wtfPink suit

Elle Woodie @allfluffnofuss @11:52 p.m. @NicoNi @MrsNicoNi Happy Honeymooning!!! Thanks for the selfie ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡ #socute #sopink #soperfect

Tojo Nozomi @NozyItAll 11:54 p.m. #NICONI PARTY IS OVER

Nishikino Maki @MrsNicoNi 11:55 p.m. Damn Right Tojo Nozomi @NozyItAll 11:54 p.m. #NICONI PARTY IS OVER

Frank Kamura @franklythebeast 12:01 a.m. Back on flight So is #NicoNi #killmenow #sheissinging #AGAIN

DM: @NicoNi to @MrsNicoNi #NicoNi Party is private ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) #thatdress

DM: @MrsNicoNi to NicoNi Damn right(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

A/N: That was fun. Have one more AU Yeah August request but that's on September's to do list because I want to finish 'Can't Get Started' and get back into werewolf mode. Actually visited the ocean and my family and had fun hanging out with siblings and nieces and nephews. Hope your summer is finishing well. Take care!

Also, this is actually the first NicoMaki wedding I've ever written. So what'd you think? #thatdress

#NicoMaki #au yeah august #Au Yeah August 2019 #au yeah #Social Media #THIS TOOK SO MUCH TIME #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #wedding #Love Live

4 notes · View notes

nicksilveirart · 5 years

Text

(SING!) Story Not Told, chapter 6 – Freedom is a Voice

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Click to read chapter 6:

A/N: Feels train coming through!

"First things first, I'm sorry my presence caused… That." Ash was sitting down at Buster's office, resting her head upon his desk. Beside her, the koala sat, gently rubbing her back. "Now that I know the whole story, I think it makes it easier for us to talk about it." She looked up at him, but remained silent. He merely rested his head on the table, facing her. "Do you not want to talk about it? That's fine too… I also got something to say." "I can't believe he did that." "Huh. Tell me about it. If I knew, I'd have brought you back here." He chuckled. She sadly smiled up at him. "Okay, bad time for a joke. Got it. Carry on." "How much did you hear down there?" "Look at my ears. How much do you think I heard down there?" She giggled. "Everything?" "Ding ding ding! We got a winner to the prize of a hundred thousand do-" She playfully pushed him. "Stop that." "I'm sorry." He fixed his hair. "I don't like seeing you like that." "I'll get over it." "I know you will, you're the toughest girl I ever met." She blushed, and finally looked at him in the eyes. "But you know… Even the tougher can use help sometimes…" He was gently brushing against her arm. "So why don't you tell me exactly what happened? From the beginning." "There's not much I can say… I went looking for a band to join, got this audition and presented with these guys from here, to see public reception. Peter, Bobby, Mark and Melissa, I think. Lance was a composer, he was watching the show, and saw us perform. When it was over, me, Lance, and the band sat there after the house closed for the day, just… Chit chatting, small talking, everybody was drunk and talking funny." "Anyone using drugs?" She shook her head. "Normal cigarettes, and beer. Loads of beer. We left the place, Lance was the most sober guy there, so he was driving. He dropped the guys at their houses, and when it came my turn, he spent the night at my house." She sniffed. He came closer to her, smoothly caressing her hand. "Anyway… We talked, sang to Aerosquid songs, he showed me some of his own… I liked him, and I ended up turning the band down to team up with him." She shut her eyes tight. He quickly hugged her. "Mr Moon?" Buster turned to find his senile assistant. "Yes, Miss Crawly?" "Everyone has been called, sir." "Good… Erm, shut the lights down there for today. It's not like we're going back to rehearsal." "Yes, Mr Moon." She said, turning to leave. "And you can go home for the day, too." The lizard gave a grin that almost made Buster crack up. "You're welcome, Miss Crawly. And please shut the door when you leave." He turned back to Ash. "Sorry. You were saying?" "Quick question before I go on?" He chuckled. "Shoot." "How old is she, and why does she still work?" "For one, I wish I knew, and for two, she is family." He laughed lightly. "She saw this theatre being built." "She's funny." "That too. Not a day goes by without laughter if Miss Crawly's around!" He made a dramatic pose. She laughed. He smiled. "Move over to the couch. It hurts my neck to rest down on the table." "Okay, grandpa." She teased, as she sat on the couch. "Ha! You insult me." He took a seat by her side. "Now carry on." Her expression turned somber once again. "Where was I?" "You turned down the band-" "To join in a duo with him. For a little while it was great, I was on cloud nine. Shows were kinda slow though." "I can tell." Buster interrupted. "No offense, but the guy sings like he's gotta sore throat." She laughed hearing that. "So you noticed." "My job to notice. But you? Why didn't you break up-" He froze. Oops. Wrong words, Buster. "Break the duo with him? I mean… Ash, you got one of the prettiest singing voices I've ever heard! Once you noticed he wasn't good, why didn't you leave, join the band you spoke of..?" "He kept saying I would never do it. That all I was good for was backing vocal if that alone wasn't too much for me." She leaned against his side. "And you believed him?" The koala said, shocked. She stared up at him weirdly. "He wouldn't see talent if it fell right on his lap!" She smiled faintly up at him. "I'm not that good, Buster." "You have a beautiful voice, and are so talented Ash…" "You didn't even care for the song I sang." "Well… I'm not the biggest fan of punk, you know?" He scratched his head. "But last night, that original you played? Wow! Too slow for a concert, maybe… But it was amazing!" He was enthusiastic. She smiled a little up at him as he pulled her closer. "If I had your voice, I'd be a global by now!" "I'm glad you like my voice, but… I wanted it so bad to work out, I ended…" She sniffed. "I… Ended…" "Shutting yourself out." He finished. "No matter what you did, or how good you performed, it was never enough for him." That was it. The mask was off. Sobbing, she threw her arms around his neck. He held her back tightly. "It's okay, Ash… It's okay…" "It's not, you had to hear… You had to hear the things he said… He went inside inquiring if I had cheated… Offered us to get back together… Said that if I hadn't went home earlier the other day, none of this would've happened…" She rested her face on his shoulder. Buster's hands were curled into fists. Was that dinkleschplatt trying to make her feel guilty over his cheating? "And you had to hear… You just had to… Him saying I was sleeping with you to win the contest…" "Well, Lance's an idiot!" He interrupted. "Trying to blame you for his mistakes, guilt-tripping you, to win you back, I presume, he may be an idiot but he's not dumb, he knows what he lost!" He thought about his next words very carefully. "And assuming you'd go that low to get privileges? Not only he's a total imbecile, but he also doesn't know you!" He was angrily walking around the room. The rocker was looking at him in astonishment. "The piece of- damn! You're too good for him, Ash. You did this, all this!" He continued, motioning to the room around him. "For him, and he treats you like that? I can't believe you're upset over these things he said…" "But he's right." She shrugged. "Maybe if I hadn't arrived early, we'd still be together." He took a seat near her once again, resting a hand upon her shoulder. "You rather not know he was cheating?" "Not when you put it like that." She wiped her eyes. "He said it was a one night thing, he was lonely, I wasn't around, maybe if that one day I wasn't there, I would've never caught them and we'd still be dating like nothing ever happened. Ruin an almost two year relationship because of that, I mean..." Teenage love. So beautiful, and so dangerous to your judgment skills. Buster remembered that correctly. He wasn't a ladies' man, but he had been cheated upon, and he had fallen for the same dumb excuses.

"Come on Buster, be considerate!" "Not over cheating, Laura, we're through." His heart was shattered inside of his chest. "This was an accident!" He hit the cloth on the car he was polishing, immediately regretting it as it scratched the painting. "YOU WERE KISSING JOHNNY, LAURA, YOU CALL THAT AN ACCIDENT?! AN ACCIDENT IS HITTING YOUR CAR, KISSING SOMEONE IS NOT AN ACCIDENT!" "We were drunk, babe!" "I've gotten drunk and didn't kiss anyone!" "But I did, and it was a mistake, and an accident, and I love you, babe…" She had tears on her eyes as she hugged him. "It won't happen again, I promise…" Laura looked up at him in the sweet way she knew melted his heart. "I promise…" After giving her words some thought, he sighed and held her back. On the windowsill above, Mr Moon watched the interaction. This is not going to work out, he figured. But that would have to wait. A honking sound broke the silence. Grabbing his always loyal car washing bucket, he was ready to get to work. "One moment, please, sir!"

He had seen it all, the lame excuses, the guilt-tripping, the good girl attitude. He had accepted his girlfriend's apology, and ended up heartbroken. And now he was seeing Ash about to make the same mistake. "What guarantees you that?" She looked up at him. "Guarantees what?" "What guarantees you that this was a 'one night' thing? Lance?" Buster spat out his name like he was cursing someone. "Look, I know you this is your life, and again, I may be going into something that's none of my business. Cheaters don't change, Ash. Okay, see it this way. He cheated this first time, gave you the puppy dog eyes, just waiting you'd fall right back at his arms. If you do that, what image will you give this bloody wanker? That you're easy to win back… He's just gonna cheat again…" His ears dropped, his eyes glassy. "And you will end up even more heartbroken than now." She was at loss for words. "Believe me. Please believe me. I've felt it on my skin. I've been there. And I made the same mistake you are about to make. There's better guys around." "Where is the better gal you've found?" "I'm not ready to settle down." He confessed. "Ash, we got more in common than you think. I'm not-" He was interrupted by annoying phone ringtone. Ash pulled her bag over, and grabbed hold of it. Lance. She looked back at Buster. "Do what you feel is right." He said, simply resting back on the couch, motioning for her to put it on loudspeaker. "Hello." "Hey babes." She covered the speaker, and took a deep breath. "Don't call me 'babes', Lance." Buster smiled and nodded. "Come on, don't talk that dryly to me…" "How may I help you?" "Okay, I am going to make the sheep impersonation. Baaa-bes…" "What do you want, Lance?!" She said, altered. Buster motioned for her to calm down, mouthing the words 'That's what he wants.' "Wow, we are jumpy today! All that because I asked you to forget I cheated?" "I don't know. All that because you realized you traded a jewel for trash?" "Jewel?" He chuckled. "One day in the theatre and you're already thinking too much of yourself, babes. I just wanted to invite you over for mine and Becky's great debut." "Debut?" "Presentation. Sorry. Forgot some words are too fancy for you, babes." She inhaled deeply. "You have a girlfriend, why the hell are you calling me babes?" "Oh, Becky doesn't mind. She ain't a crazy jealous crybaby like some of us are." Buster had had it. He pulled her over, and whispered. "Ask him where is the show." Her voice was almost broken. "What? Why?" "Do it, trust me." "Ah, your new boyfriend is around! Hey there, Mr Moon! Can he hear me? How you doing today sire? Never thought you had the hots for younger gals!" She picked the phone back up, and replied the best she could. "No, he can't hear you, and he's not my boyfriend." "Okay. Invite me to the wedding, will ya?" "Where is your little debut with Becky?" "Ah, I knew I'd get you curious! The Tiki Cove, babes." "Don't call me babes!" Her voice cracked, and it came a bit too loud for her liking. Holding the phone against her ear, she collapsed to the couch, crying. "Hang up, hang up." Buster quickly motioned for her, scooping her up in his arms. "I'm so proud of you, Ash. You won't regret this, trust me." She soaked his suit with tears. Both sat holding each other for the longest while. "He's an idiot, and you know that. He doesn't deserve your tears. I'll make it up to you…" She rested her head atop his shoulder. "How?" "I want you to write a song." He began. "Like, really write a song. Spill your feeling into the gosh darn melody! I want an original as good as that one you showed me, name name…" He snapped his fingers. "Freedom is a voice!" Wiping her eyes, she looked at him weirdly. "I don't write pop songs, Buster." "Oh no no no! That's the best part about it… I want you to write a punk song!" She seemed shocked. "Yeah!" He was motioning like he played the guitar, even head banging a little. "That melody, the guitar solos, the loudness! It's the perfect soundtrack for a heartbreak! There's just a little something, I kinda need it for tomorrow." "Tomorrow?!" "I know I'm asking too much." He took her hands. "But I believe in you." "I never wrote punk before." She confessed. "It's not gonna be a masterpiece." "It won't if you tell yourself it won't." She was rubbing her temples. "Buster…" He got on his knees. "Please, please promise you'll try!" Ash laughed at the scene in front of her. "Okay, I'll do it. Ah!" The koala jumped on her, hugging her tight, and kissing her cheek. "Thank you! I know you'll make something amazing!" He said, going to the door. "I'll give ya a ride. Meanwhile, you get that dumbass out of your head, shake the dust away from those quills and let your feelings flow!" He finished, shutting the door behind them.

#story not told #sing #sing movie #sing 2016 #sing2016 #sing bustash #bustash #oc #sing fanfic #sing fanfiction #sing buster #sing ash #sing oc #ash #buster #buster x ash #ash x buster

2 notes · View notes

idreamofhazeleyes · 5 years

Text

Ties in Blood -- Chapter 19

Sorry it took so long; I was trying to figure out how to do the last scene/foreshadowing due to how Aaliyah and the Winchesters parted. It all kinda came down to how do I foreshadow what I have planned. And the mental asylum at the end is loosely based off of the Eloise Hospital/Asylum that’s a ... ten minute drive from where I live.

@mrswhozeewhatsis @percussiongirl2017 @winchestergirl-13 @impala-dreamer @squirrelnotsam

Chapter 19

Aaliyah brought the machete down on the vampire’s head with a grunt. She hadn’t expected to find one out in San Diego, but there it was feeding off the tourists. The vampire went down, taking the machete with it. Aaliyah planted a foot on the head and pulled at the blade before swinging it around to sever the neck. It had been two weeks since she had left Bobby’s to hunt on her own, and there was a part of her that actually missed having a partner. Aaliyah started her way out of the now silent abandoned building. The adrenaline ran it’s course through her system and the deep gash on her left shoulder started to throb.

The ringtone on her phone broke the silence.

Aaliyah fumbled with digging out the phone in the effort to silence the ringing. “Fisher.”

“Aaliyah,” Bobby’s voice answered. “It’s Sam. He’s been missing for a week.”

“I’ll be right there.” She ended the call and raced back to the car, barely giving herself enough time to toss the machete into the trunk before climbing into the driver’s seat and hauling back to Bobby’s. The gash would have to wait.

***

Aaliyah pulled herself out of the car, willing her cramped muscles to move. She stopped twice after getting the call from Bobby; once to relieve herself and grab some food, and to grab a few hours of sleep. She knocked a couple times before allowing herself in. She blinked a few times when she came face to muzzle of a shotgun. “Hey yah, Bobby,” she greeted. “What’s with the fire?”

“Sorry, kid,” he greeted, lowering the shotgun. “Dean called, saying that Sam’s possessed.”

“What! And he didn’t call?” Aaliyah closed the door behind her as she walked into the house. She looked around to see that any evidence of her siblings being there were gone. “And where’d the rest of …”

“Picked up cases and drifted off into the wind,” Bobby told her. “Figured I could use your help with Sam.”

Aaliyah shrugged and followed Bobby into the living room. “Sure. What are we dealing with here?” She raised her gaze up to the ceiling, following Bobby’s finger. “Meg?”

“Doubt it, but a demon nonetheless.”

“How much time do we got?” Aaliyah moved about the room to move some books and piles of papers.

A knock at the door halted her efforts. With a glance to Bobby, she darted into the shadows of the house while he went to answer the door. She willed her body to remain still as Bobby and someone else – Sam – walked into the living room and talked. Footsteps trailed off again before what sounded like the fridge door opened and closed. A toast was offered up to John. Aaliyah nearly jumped out of the shadows when she heard Sam choking.

“What did you do?” Sam yelled.

“A little holy water in the beer,” Bobby answered. “Sam wouldn’t have noticed. But then, you’re not Sam. Don’t try to con a con man.”

Aaliyah filed the trick away as she heard a thump.

“Come on out, Aaliyah,” Bobby called to her.

Aaliyah stepped out from the shadows to see Bobby pulling a chair into the room. She moved to pick the unconscious Sam off the floor. Her body rebelled against her in the effort. “I swear my body’s wanting to kill me,” she said, twisting her body to ease the cramping as Bobby started to tie Sam up.

“Compared to what?” Bobby asked. “Of all the things that do wanna kill yah, you’re surprised your body is one of them?”

“Didn’t expect it to happen this early in my life.” Aaliyah raised an arm over her head and tilted to the other side, pulling at her side muscles before repeating the process.

“Welcome to hunting.” Bobby held out a piece of rope to her.

Aaliyah took the rope Bobby offered and tied one of Sam’s arms to the chair. Her mind played back the few voicemails that Dean had left her a week and a half ago, demanding to know why she left and why she didn’t tell them all where she was going. She swung and hit Sam. His eyes opened to reveal black.

“Hey,” Aaliyah greeted.

“Had enough of being on your own?” the demon taunted Aaliyah. “It’s like clockwork with you. You get dragged to help, get pissed off and run off. Only to come running back.” Sam’s head tilted. “You’re like a cockroach for it, really.”

Aaliyah bit back the tears as she glared at the demon. “How ‘bout I smack that smart outta you?”

Sam’s head reset. “You sure? Don’t wanna be damaging the package.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about Sam.” Aaliyah reached for the bucket. “It’ll hurt you more than him.” She braced the bucket in both hands and dumped the water over Sam, covering her wince at his screams and the hissing. She put the bucket down and hunched to be eye level with him. “Feel like talking now?” There was something about this demon that didn’t sit right with Aaliyah. Her eyes shifted over Sam and narrowed when she caught what looked like a burn mark.

“Sam here’s still my meat puppet,” the demon spoke. “I can make him bite off his tongue.”

“You won’t be in him long enough.” Aaliyah straightened and walked over to Bobby. “There’s something on him,” she whispered. “Looks like a burn mark.” She glanced over her shoulder to see Sam looking back.

“So, you’ve seen the lock,” the demon said.

Aaliyah lunged for the fireplace just as the flames shot up. She landed on her backside and reached for a metal tool that had laid in the flame. In her turn back to Sam, Aaliyah found herself flying against a wall and dropped the tool. She fell to the floor in a heap, the wind knocked out of her.

“You know when people want to describe the worst possible thing,” the demon said, stalking toward Aaliyah. “It’s like hell.”

Aaliyah looked up to Sam even as the demon reached out to grab hold of her shirt with one hand and a fist in the other. She refused to look away when the fist made contact with her. Sharp pain shot through her face before the trickling sensation of blood oozing from her nose hit her upper lip.

“Well, there’s a reason for that,” the demon continued, hitting Aaliyah again. “Even for demons it’s, well, hell.”

Another hit. Aaliyah put a hand up in a meager attempt to push Sam off and away from her. Bobby’s voice was somewhere in the room.

“It’s a prison,” the demon continued. “Made of bone and flesh and blood and fear.” One more hit.

One eye was half closed due to a hit. Aaliyah swore more damaged had been done to it than just broken blood vessels. She managed to make eye contact with Sam.

“And you,” it spoke. “You sent me back there.”

“Meg,” Aaliyah sneered.

“No,” the demon answered. “Now I’m Sam.” He landed one more punch and pressed a thumb into the shoulder gash.

Her face squinched up in pain even as her body withered to get away from Sam’s hold.

“You know … I saw John down there. Says hi.” Sam tightened his hold on her. “All I had to do was to hold onto the fact one day I would climb out and torture you. Nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect.” He leaned in. “But whatever I do to you is nothing compared to what you’ve done to you. I can see it, there, in your eyes. Less than worthless. Playing the spare in the game the Winchesters were playing. You were better off staying at home.”

Aaliyah watched at Sam raised a fist and waited for it to find it’s mark. A hand grabbed hold of his arm and pulled Sam off and away from Aaliyah. She heard a scream of pain before a black cloud erupted from Sam’s mouth. Something touched her shoulder wound, causing her to lash out with half stabs.

“Aaliyah, Aaliyah, relax.” The voice sounded familiar.

She eased up on her hits and peered through her half closed eye to see Dean hovering over her. Behind him were Bobby and Sam’s voices.

“Think you can move?” Dean asked her.

Aaliyah tested her body and moved from the spot. Sore from the beating she got from Meg, Aaliyah managed to reach Sam and tapped his arm. He turned around just as she brought around her fist. Hitting Sam’s arm was the last thing she remembered.

Aaliyah shifted her head a little on the bag of ice. After passing out for a short while, she got herself to the kitchen for a bag of ice. Sam was sitting on the other side of the table with his own bag of ice. There was a thud on the table before Aaliyah was assisted into sitting up.

“Think you can get the shirt off?” Dean questioned.

“Anything to see someone strip, huh?” Aaliyah half chided, trying to manage a smile.

“Aaliyah,” Sam called to her, caution in his voice. “You look like crap.”

Aaliyah fought her face in not showing how much it hurt removing her shirt. “So do you.” She worked her injured arm through first as Bobby walked into the kitchen, worry written on his face.

“What is it, Bobby?” Sam asked.

“You guys ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandall?” he asked.

Aaliyah shook her head before freeing it from the shirt. Her hunter contacts were limited to those in the kitchen and her own family.

“Why you ask?” Dean questioned as he started stitched up Aaliyah’s shoulder gash.

“Heard from a friend. He’s been found dead at his place,” Bobby answered. “You wouldn’t know anything about that?”

“No sir,” Dean replied. “Never heard of the guy.”

“Good, keep it that way,” Bobby instructed. “His buddies are looking for someone or something to string up, and they’re not gonna slow down to listen to reason.”

Aaliyah grabbed her bag and put it up to her face. “Remind me again why I got into hunting.”

“Family issues,” Dean answered, still working away at her wound. “Which is nothing new.”

“Don’t think I signed up to be a punching bag for demons,” Aaliyah commented.

“Here,” Bobby handed them each a metal charm. “Take these.”

Aaliyah accepted the one Dean handed to her. “What are they?”

“Charms,” the older hunter answered. “They’ll fend off possession. That demon’s still out there. It’ll make sure it doesn’t get back in you.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” Aaliyah said.

“Sounds vaguely disgusting,” Dean added. He finished up the last stitch and cleaned it off with alcohol.

Aaliyah hissed at him even as he reached for a bandage. She settled in the chair and adjusted the ice bag.

“You’re welcome,” Bobby said. “You three be careful out there.”

Aaliyah eased her head and arm back into her shirt even as Dean cleaned up.

“Oh, Aaliyah,” Bobby called.

She turned to see him holding up an envelope. Ripping it open, she found it contained her license.

“Congrats on being a legal driver,” he said.

“Thanks, Bobby.”

“Aaliyah,” Dean spoke up. “Can I…” He motioned for the door leading outside.

Aaliyah nodded and eased herself to her feet. She adjusted the shirt as she followed Dean outside. “What’s up?”

“Why’d you do it?” He spun around to face her. “Why’d you leave?”

Aaliyah blinked against the sun when she looked up the few inches to meet his eyes. “Why does anyone leave? I mean, my dad left. Xander did, too. Might as well …”

“Stow it, will ya?” Dean cut in. “Xander was beyond worried about you. Hell, even Nissa and Leo were. Don’t tell me that you don’t give a crap about they felt.”

Aaliyah swore she heard more behind what Dean was saying, but didn’t call him out on it. If he had been so worried, and he had been if she judged by the voicemails he left, he would have said something already. The thought of calling him out on it passed through her mind. “They coulda called,” she said. “Besides, that vampire was an easy enough kill.”

“Vampire.” There it was, the shock in Dean’s voice. “And you didn’t call…”

“And you guys woulda come running when you’re more focused on finding the demon who killed your mom,” Aaliyah interrupted. “Like you’d that for some vamp.”

“And look what happened.” Dean gestured to her shoulder.

“It happens, you know that,” Aaliyah countered. “Or did you forget what’s happened since you called me in to help?” Her eyes went wide when she realized she had crossed the line. “Dean, I…” She attempted to apologize even as he backed away from her.

He looked down, hands in his jean pockets. “No, no. I get it. You’ve gotten too big to be with us anymore. You go on; do your own thing now.”

Aaliyah stood there and watched Dean turn and walk away from her. Guilt tore into her. Between not returning his voicemails and not worrying about what her siblings thought about her taking off, Aaliyah wasn’t sure what feeling to process. She turned back to the house to see Bobby standing in the doorway and Sam in the kitchen window. Her mind warred with itself; would she stay and see how Sam and Bobby felt, or would she run off and push down her feelings?

“Hey, kid,” Bobby called out to her. “When’s the last time you ate?”

***

Aaliyah raced to put down a salt line in the threshold of the door and stumbled back a few steps. Part of her questioned why she decided it was a good idea to go into what had once been a warehouse for a mental asylum alone. Another part countered that she was the only hunter near enough to pick it up, and she wasn’t gonna go and give it to the Winchesters. Her cell’s ringer echoed in the room as she caught sight of the red and blue lights of a police car off the walls.

“You got bad timing,” Aaliyah spoke into the phone without bothering for who was calling.

“Good to hear from you, too,” Bobby’s voice came through. “Sam’s missing.”

“What else is new with the Winchesters?” Aaliyah snapped as she turned to dig through her duffel. “First it was John, now Sam. Besides, I’m sure Dean’s got it handled. Unlike this ghost just outside the room I’m in and what looks like …” She got up and dared to peer out the window. “Five cop cars outside the building I’m in. Number of actual cops is unknown. So,” she turned from the window back to the door where the ghost stood just on the other side of the salt line. “unless you got an idea to get rid of a ghost at a mental asylum, I can’t really help.”

“Salt and burn?” Bobby offered up.

“How? The nearest cemetery’s got all the plots down as patient numbers, not names. Not sure if it’s connected to an object.” Aaliyah swore she heard one or two cops somewhere in the building. “Bobby, get me outta here.” She heard the panic in her voice in her fight to remain calm.

“Only other thing you can do is Last Rites, kid,” he told her.

“I’m not a priest,” Aaliyah countered. “And I don’t have time.”

“You just need to recite a verse,” Bobby told her. “Just, repeat after me.”

Aaliyah took a breath and willed herself to calm down. “Alright, Bobby.” She stared at the ghost. “Oh, Holy Hosts above,” she started a couple beats after Bobby started. “I call upon thee as a servant of Christ.” She forced to keep whatever was in her stomach to stay there. “To sanctify my actions this day, in the fulfillment of the will of God.” The hairs on Aaliyah’s stood on end as small electrical shocks ran through her body as the ghost started to flicker. A high pitched sound started to fill the room. Aaliyah fought against putting her hands to her ears even as Bobby started up again. Something seemed to tell her that all would be okay, and to continue what she was doing. “I call upon the archangel Raphael, master of the air, to make open the way. Let the fire of the Holy Spirit now descend that this being might be awakened to the world beyond.”

“Aaliyah, talk to me,” Bobby’s voice called from the phone. “Dammit, Aaliyah.”

#spn fanfic long post foreshadowing

6 notes · View notes

toomanyfandomsinonebrain · 6 years

Note

would you write a loki x supernatural one where they fell in love while the reader didnt have her memory bc of an accident and when she finally remembers she realizes shes a winchester and shes been through some shit and tells loki 'im not the person u fell in love with" since no-memory her is sweet and innocent and real her is not even though she cant deny her feelings for him. and one day a demon attacks the avengers tower and she has to tell them all the truth and capture the demon? thanks!!!

Hey,

So… Not a crossover expert. Not an expert at all, to be honest, so do not throw tomatoes please.

It is kinda long. And I have no idea what I did. I am sorry.

Name: Memories & Demons

“Maybe I should just keep it this way,” you offer to Loki, both of you sitting on a couch in his room in the Avengers base (he does not like the base, but ever since Thor has been spending here his every free second, Loki was forced to move here, so that one of the Avengers could always look after him). It is your regular memory training session - for the past few months, you have been trying to recall who you are and where you came from. Ever since you got into a terrible car crash and were found by Loki on his regular escape attempts, you have been unable to recall anything from your past. Sometimes you drew or wrote things that you have never seen before, but you could never bring them together into one image of what you are.

“Keep not knowing if I am calling you the right name? I mean, Sigyn is a very nice name, but don’t you want to know what is going on?” you nod slowly and lean back, resting your head on the back of the couch. Loki smiles and places his palm on your forehead. “Now, let’s do it. Relax and take a deep breath... Everything is fine, nothing bad will happen. Now try to recall the last thing you remember,” you think about how you opened your eyes, knowing nothing, and found Loki staring at you with genuine interest. “No, before that. Come on, love, you know you can,” you push your mind harder, through the black towel of amnesia. It would not work usually, but Loki’s magic aids you to pierce through the darkness, working as a blade to cut down the bushes that grew between you and your past. Those ‘bushes’ grew because of the head trauma that you suffered, but, thanks to Loki’s care, your health is fully recovered, and you can try to return your past.

“It’s pointless,” you inform him after a couple of minutes.

“It is never pointless. Keep trying,” you sign and return to your fairy tale forest. “Try a different technique,” you do that every time and fail every time, but you still try - sit down in the middle of the darkness and take a deep breath. “Now remember, you have the right to be here. It’s your memory.”

“Right,” you really want to drop out, but Loki is right - you may be having a nice life now, but you don’t even know your name. Sigyn is indeed a very nice name, at least, it gets Thor to get quite happy every time he sees you next to Loki. But it is not yours. You let your thoughts turn to the idea of name until you realize something. “Y/N.”

“Y/N?”

“That’s my name,” Loki chuckles.

“That is a very good name. What do you do, Y/N?” it gets easier this time.

“I hunt… I hunt demons,” your job is important, you know that. Now you get why always feel that desire to carry salt around. And your drawings finally collide into one drawing - a demon trap. You were drawing triangles and hieroglyphs, you just never made it into one image.

“What else…”

“Dean.”

“Who is Dean?”

“He is… my brother. He taught me to hunt when Sammy ran away…” you open your eyes and fight yourself to not cry - your family history is not one of the most cheerful and happy things in your life. These few months were amazing, but it is about time you returned to your lonely being of a Winchester. Saving people. Hunting things. The damn family business.

“Y/N?” Loki smiles at you with gentle insecurity. “What is wrong, love?”

“You don’t really love me. Not the real me. You did not fall in love with me. You would never love the real me.”

“Y/N?”

“I am dangerous. It is in the blood, we do not have relationships, not us.”

“Us?”

“Winchesters. I am a Winchester,” you close your eyes and smile grimly. “And you are…”

“Still here. I am not leaving,” Loki tucks a curl behind your ear, and you shake from the overwhelming emotions. “Shhh.”

“That is so weird,” you blink quickly, your hand rising to check your belt where your knife usually rests. “Where is my knife?”

“The one you had when we first met?” you nod, and Loki snaps his fingers, making your knife appear on your lap. “I thought I better save it from Stark’s needy fingers.”

“Right,” you take the light blade and rest it in your palm. “That’s a good one,” you twist your hand, letting the blade swish through the air with a quiet sound. “It can cut through almost anything, Bobby gave it as a present, you know.”

“You know what?” Loki carefully covers your hand with his and looks you in the eye. “Let’s just settle down and see what we should do about all of that, alright?” you nod - you are way too confused to decide what to do with your life right now. As if there are two people inside of you - one is the innocent Sigyn that is in love with Loki and the team, and another is Y/N, the ruthless hunter that has to fight every desire to cuddle and have a regular life just to survive.

You have stopped spending so much time with Loki, opting for Hawkeye for gym workouts and Tony for hiding in the lab. You even started talking to Thor, just so that you can build better understanding of what and why happens with the multiverse. He is beyond helpful, except for the part where he still calls you Sigyn every time he starts talking about Loki. You are starting to realizing that there is something more behind that name, but you are too busy to deal with that right now.

“Did you ever notice how strange our job is?” you ask Tony one day, as you are sitting in his lab, playing with some electronic parts, while the genius is building another suit.

“Our job?”

“Well, we both protect people. But you fight people, and I… fight damn demons.”

“You should talk to Stephen Strange,” Tony chuckles. “He will have something to say about demons,” he stays quiet for some time, then looks at you. “Are you serious about demons?” you nod. “Black eyes? Strong desire to murder and take souls?” you nod again, and Tony shrugs his shoulders. “Is there a way to… recognize a demon?”

“Just say Christo,” you answer simply, not looking at Tony and missing how he shivers and looks away. “Or spray them with holy water, that will also burn them. Why the questions? I am sure no one here is possessed.”

“Oh, just making sure it is true, and the famous hunter Y/N is really back.”

“I am not that famous, Tony.”

“Maybe not compared to your brothers, but you for sure are causing some disturbance among the demon kingdom.”

“I really don’t think so… Wait, kingdom? I never told you that there is a king.”

“Well, there is definitely no president or democracy. That was the only option.”

“Right,” you shrug your shoulders and look at the ceiling. “Have you seen Loki?”

“No. Why?”

“Because I have no idea what he is doing, and that should worry you too, Tony.”

“What would he do?” you turn to Tony and frown. The heavy feeling rises in your chest, as Stark keeps reattaching same electrodes over and over again.

“Should I go back to my old friends? I had a… well, a friend… Bobby. You know he greeted me every time we met?” you stand up next to Tony to see his eyes clearly. “He walked up to me, smiled and, a second before hugging me, literally screamed Christo!” Tony flinches, his eyes turning pitch black.

“That’s why Bobby Singer is no longer alive,” the demon gives you a long sly smile that makes you freeze. “You didn’t think we would let the infamous Y/N just go on and have a life, right?”

“How did you find me?”

“We were there to start the car accident, Y/N. Now let’s have some fun with your dear friends,” the demon snaps his fingers, knocking you out. You would have died (you should have), but you are suddenly grateful for Loki’s magic that protects you in every way possible. However, for now, you lose consciousness and fall on the floor, bashing your head against a corner of the table.

The next thing you see is Loki’s face in front of you, as he is helping you up.

“Everything alright?”

“Tony is a demon,” you cough out, and Loki sighs.

“I am glad you agree with me on that, but…”

“No, he is an actual demon. The one I hunt,” you slowly stand up and reach for the knife (that should have gone into the demon’s chest if you listened to your father) on your belt to only find emptiness. “Damn it.”

“You are an amazing hunter,” Loki murmurs, holding you close with one hand. “But I think you need some help.”

“We need… We need JARVIS,” you rub your forehead with one hand, then rest your forehead on Loki’s shoulder. “I mean, we can hunt him down and personally ask why he is being such a pain in the everything… Or we can turn on some exorcism on the entire base.”

“Did you hit your head too badly?” Loki sighs “If the demon is Tony, then no one has access to JARVIS.”

“JARVIS is an independent being, Loki,” you stand up straight, and he pulls away a little, giving you more freedom. “JARVIS, I need you to turn on the audio of track…” you look aside, trying to remember the exact name of the track you personally uploaded to JARVIS’ memory circuits the night you realized who you are. Right now not telling anyone about the track and the recorded exorcism sounds like a fantastic idea. “Track 476. Maximum volume all around the base.”

“Yes, ma’am,” within seconds, the track is turned on, and the entire base is filled with extremely loud Dean’s voice, chanting the exorcism. He gave this track to you as a birthday gift (and you had it as a ringtone for a long while), and you have never been more grateful because the words are still not clear in your mind (at least their order is not).

“That was smart,” Loki chuckles, as you see on one of the screens (used by SHIELD to not control the Avengers) how Tony’s demon makes some loud screechy noises of an unhappy bat and slowly leaves the genius’ body, leaving his on the floor - a bit confused but perfectly healthy.

“Yeah... But not giving you the rings and tattoos was very reckless of me,” you shake your head. It was your responsibility to hand every Avenger the anti-possession ring. Or make tattoo. Or at least draw it on their clothes. “I just almost got Tony killed... Hunters are not trained to exorcise. They are taught time and time again to kill the demons no matter what.”

“So you killed people?”

“Yeah,” your voice is quiet and hesitant.

“And that’s why you did not want to see me any more?” you nod, and Loki bursts into laughter, pulling you closer and pressing his lips against your temple. “Love, you are dating one of the mega-villains on this universe. I do not get to judge you for murder.”

“Yes, but...”

“I do not care how many people you killed while trying to save thousands others. Don’t be stupid,” you blush and look away. “As long as you are staying with me, I will even get that stupid tattoo.”

“It’s not stupid.”

“Yeah, I am sure it’s not,” Loki chuckles softly, as Steve literally breaks into the room, looking more worried that anyone else on the base - even Tony looks more focused and calm, as he crawls into the room and smiles at you.

“Lord, Captain, what happened to you?” Stark fixes his hoodie to look completely normal and raises his eyebrow. “Discovered the powers of a microwave and are so excited to share?”

“What the hell was that thing? Dark cloud of matter coming from Stark? I saw it on one of the screens in the main hall, what the hell was that?” Steve suddenly looks at you, and you recall (very painfully) that he was not told about demons. Or supernatural. And that right now you will have the questionable pleasure of introducing the poor 40′s man into the world of soul-selling.

“The hell part was right,” Loki chuckles and takes a couple of steps back, together with Stark. “We will just let you chat... Discuss...”

Tagged: @memyselfandmaddox, @one-big-dreamer, @leleleish

92 notes · View notes

fightevilandthengetblownup · 4 years

Text

CANONFIC: ...ladies dancing...

—

27th of December

This time of year made the endless parade of Office Christmas and New Year Parties that would flood clubs and bars alike like going to a candy store for tipsy and emotionally frayed secretaries and personal assistants for the shadow. Most tried hard not to get too drunk, a bonus for him, around their work colleagues but as the clock neared one in the morning every weekend, their inhibitions would slowly burn down from some uninterested lawyer or accountant that couldn’t appreciate a nubile and pretty woman. And that would be when he could swoop in, take advantage of their own working up to the idea of a night of fucking and sneaking out in the morning, and find his way back to either a hotel room or some carbon copy bedroom with Pottery Barn sheets and a fiddle leaf fern in the corner.

Tonight it was a very gorgeous brunette, all leggy and rounded at the hips and breasts in the tight gold, sequin dress she had worn, and attention grabbing enough that Gray knew he would not be leaving her lifeless on the bed afterwards as every single bartender and bouncer would remember her figure and seductive eyes; but when she had been rejected by a very reluctant married Executive two barstools down from him, the shadow just couldn’t help himself from taking a run at her. He hadn’t expected it to really be quite as easy as it was, but a quick smirk and a finger down her back with some negging compliment had the woman leaning into him and a whispered suggestion to go back to her place in no time.

As the shadow guided them backwards, lips on hers and smudging the dark lipstick on her mouth as he pushed her down onto the bed with a wicked grin; the prospects of the night seemed to be so high for him.

And then the shrill phone tone started ringing from the pocket of his jacket, discarded on the ‘laundry chair’ in the corner cut through over the ever so pretty sound of the girl’s moans.

“Is..is that your phone?” “Ignore it, Melissa-” “Melanie.” “Yeah yeah, just ignore it. It’s going to go to voicemail.”

The brunette nodded, slipping back higher on the bed before unzipping the dress along her side and sliding out of the sequined cocktail dress with a girlish giggle. Gray fought down the desire to glare, gigglers were so annoying but she was completely naked under it which helped to distract from the sound of it as he lent over her, biting a row of hickeys along her neck and collarbone.

The girl had her hand tugging his tie off from around his neck as the ringtone started up again - shrill and oh so annoying - and dropped the black fabric with a confused look. “Are you sure-”

“It’s fine. I know who it is, and they can wait an hour or ten.” Gray growled the words out, biting a little sharper on the other’s shoulder as he thought over just who it had to be that was calling him. She was the only one with the number, and he really didn’t feel like being distracted by having to go back to faking his way through a conversation with her as his faked-persona. It had been fun when he’d started it, but now it just made his stomach twist each time they talked in that way since fences had been mended with them. The sound of the ring tone died down again, and the shadow stood back up and shrugged off his shirt with a sigh as the brunette rolled about onto her stomach in front of him, letting out a quiet whistle to himself.

And then the ring tone started again.

“Oh for fucks sake.” The shadow snarled the words out, and lent down to the girl, gripping her head by the back of the hair as the girl let out a frustrated whine about his ‘stupid phone’. “Stay right where you are. Be absolutely silent. And wait until I tell you to move.” Gray Whispered harshly into the brunette’s ear, watching as her eyes widened and then she froze and made not a single move or noise as he moved away towards his jacket, fishing out the phone and not at all surprised to see ‘Sweetie’ flashing up on the screen.

Clearing his throat for a moment, Gray ran a hand across his face, before sinking his voice into the borrowed voice of the hunter he’d once used as a taunt for the woman on the other end of the phone and answering with a gruff, “Hello?”

“Hey, William, bad time?” The chirpy, upbeat voice down the line made him frown to himself, not even needing to imagine exactly why the blonde would be in one of her annoying perky moods. Gray knew that his sappy, romantic of a brother was sure to have been doing something ridiculous for her that time of year - probably spent the whole month on his knees with his mouth between her legs or something, the shadow thought with a sneer. “Oh! Happy holidays, by the way.”

“You too, Jo. What’s up?” Gray responded sharply, already feeling that nauseous feeling he had started to a little while after he’d last seen her in the face that matched the voice he was using, and rubbing at his scars awkwardly on his shoulder as he frowned to himself.

“Not much - just family holidays.” “Family?” “Yeah, my friends Sam’n’Dean and that old hunter Bobby - the one who helps set up most of our hunts-” “Oh, him.” “That’s the one! And of course Grey, my boyfriend, and his sister too-”

“His sister?” Gray found himself blinking in surprise at that as he sat down on the bed heavily, not sure if he was amused at the idea of the runt being surrounded by hunters, irritated by how easily the hunter talked about him, or frustrated at the idea of Shada and Jo befriending one another with the potential trouble they could cause him. “Sounds busy. What you need my help with?”

“I’ve got a case - plannin’ to head there just after New Year if you were free.”

“I’d love to but-” Gray found himself replying immediately, not at all prepared to go back into playing in person the hunter-persona all over again.

“Oh please say you’re available, William. It looks like it might be a siren and I could definitely use the backup of someone I trust.” The open and cheerful, pleading words from the other would have been music to his ears back when he first started this game of Faces, but now it made his skin crawl. Gray scratched again at his scars unconsciously, leaning back on the bed and bouncing the stationery brunette for a moment at the weight shift. “I haven’t gone after one of those in years and I could really use the help. Pretty, pretty pl-”

Gray actually let out a growl of annoyance, cutting her off sharply as he ran a hand over his face tiredly. One more please from her and he’d have probably said yes, and the shadow was nothing like the push over his brother was. Letting out a sharp cough to cover the end of the growl at the curious sound from the other end of the line. “Look, I’d love to help you Jo-”

“Oh say you will, I’m not sure if Garth’d be available-” “Jo, who you talking to?” “Just seeein’ if William is available to help on that case next week.” “The siren? If you can’t get him then please get someone else to go too.” “Sure thin’. William, you there? I’m sorry for the interruption, but were you able-?”

Gray felt his teeth go on edge immediately as he could hear the faint voice of his brother cutting over Jo’s words and interrupting his attempt to deny the hunter the support. It set him on edge as well to hear the obvious concern, the spineless worry in his book, from the other - as if the other shadow couldn’t just tag along and help the blonde out if he was so worried about her. Always leaving watching her back to others. Grumbling quietly to himself, Gray rolled his head to the side to see the wide eyed and slightly frightened look in the pretty brunette’s eyes, and felt that dark amusement at generating such fear growing inside of him - running his free hand over the woman’s soft skin instead of scratching at his scars or running them through his hair again. Her ass kneaded and fitted nicely in his palm, giving it a little swat before he replied in that same stolen voice down the phone.

“Jo, you know I love working with you - but I’ve already got my hands full on a.. uh... werewolf case in Louisiana and I’ve got to spend the rest of next week working out who they are before the moon turns the following week.” He thought he was almost talking out of his ass if it weren’t for the appreciative and understanding noises coming through the phone from the hunter.

“I totally get that, full moons definitely can be rough- I’ll, uh, call around instead then.” The almost hesitant sound to the blonde’s voice as she seemed to babble and find her train of thought and then lose it again just made the twisting feeling in his stomach feel worse again. Gray closed his eyes and let out a soundless sigh as he realised exactly what that tone probably meant - familiar from the number of times Jo had lied to his face when they were at each other’s throats, and the way she would babble rather than give a straight answer since they’d...stopped hating one another rather than her lie. “Not a problem though, I’ll be all good. You have a good werewolf hunt and a happy new year, okay? Okay bye!”

“Jo wait-” Gray found himself growling all over again, louder and harsher, as the blonde’s voice disappeared to only have the beeping dial tone greet him. Clenching his fist, tightly grasping probably even painfully on the woman next to him’s backside rather than into a fist itself, the shadow snarled to himself a little. “Fucking dammit, sweetie.” He tossed the phone back towards his jacket behind him as he sat upright and bit down on the angry, unspeakable feeling he wouldn’t put a name to that he felt thinking of the other going off after something like that alone from the feel of her. “Mother fucking dammit.”

Snarling again, the shadow moved upright and grabbed a hold of the girl’s ankles tightly, flipping her over as she flopped back unmovingly, and eyes staring in almost horror up at him at his aggressive motion, before he reached out and tugged the once bubbly and giggling brunette up towards him by the throat.

“You are going to make this fun for me. You are going to remember you’re scared but you are going to enjoy yourself. You are not going to be a quiet complacent dolly.” He Whispered harshly, leaning in to bite rather than kiss at her bottom lip sharply, tugging backwards when he felt the tiniest whimper come out from beneath his hand. Gray used his other hand to stroke the girl’s hair back from her face, a bloodthirsty, angry sneer crossing over his face as he looked down at her. She was going to get to live before, but now he wasn’t too sure as the need to work out both his angry, frustration and the sexual desire from before bubbled underneath his surface. “You are going to make me happy, and you are only going to scream in pleasure, regardless of what I do to you.”

The girl’s head nodded as much as it could, her eyes softening a little but still holding the fear and exhilaration from before in equal measures as the shadow pushed her back onto the bed, before the brunette let out a breathy moan as he went back to her neck. It would be a long night, but Mother help him, he was going to forget all about that phone call by the end of it - one way or another.

—

29th of December

It wasn’t the first time she had found him there.

The park was a beautiful spot - large amounts of green space, private pathways and benches that had views over the city that during the summer months was a lovely place to relax - and even with the thin layer of mud on the ground, it was just as nice as usual. It was a close location to the little house, with a very easy walk away for the dog to make in order to run around like the happy pup that she was - and Shada made her way towards the park bench near the exuberant dog running about in the mud, sitting down beside the other with a quiet sigh.

“Hey, thought I might find you here.” The girl said as she sank into the spot beside her brother. “You taking a breather from Cupcake’s family?”

“Thought you liked them,” The other replied as Grey turned slightly in his seat with a smile towards her, his closest arm going up across the back of the bench near her. “I know at least two of them made a good impression.”

Shada felt herself flushing a little at that comment from the other, shifting a little to slide across closer to him as the wind picked up. “Perhaps they did. I didn’t know that-”

“Hunters could actually be alright?” The other cut over, and as the brunette looked out the corner she knew that there was a very faint smile on his face that Shada found herself mimicking all the same as she tugged her scarf tighter around her at the bite of the wind, careful not to dislodge the silver chain around her neck. The words weren’t quite what she would have said, the shadow thought as she felt her cheeks growing redder from not just the wind chill, but not ready to admit to the words being not inaccurate at all.

The oldest hunter - Bobby - had seemed off-putting and gruff when she had first arrived, and over lunch she had picked up several concerning thoughts about both the shadows and the blonde hunter alike. At one point her brother had gotten up to get some more apple sauce, and touched Joanna’s hair on his way past - and Shada had picked up a disapproving rush from the hunter about it along a thought of ‘careful, be careful, don’t trust it’ which had set her teeth on edge. There were thoughts about protecting the blonde or that her brother was too close or other times when a flood of concern would wash off of the hunter over some small comment here or there from any of the three hunters - towards all three humans equally. She hadn’t liked him off of he bat, and as the afternoon had dragged until the hunter had apologized to her for something as simple and insignificant and out of his control as not having a gift for her. That he’d thought to even say it had smoothed down some of the rough edges she saw in him. And then he’d given her brother the photos - and as soon as Grey whispered quietly to her who it was - she had felt any ill-givings towards the older man disappear, the void filling up with affection for him instead.

The youngest but tallest (something Shada had found endlessly amusing watching the older brother attempt to boss the other about while the tall one rolled his eyes a lot), Sam had felt very similar to her brother’s cupcake almost immediately upon her meeting him. He had a nice smile, and he seemed very sweet from the moment he first opened a dialogue and greeted her with a Merry Christmas and then was genuinely complimentary to her brother throughout the whole meal. He was so very very quiet though, much like the blonde, and Shada had had more trouble gleaning his thoughts from him compared to the other two hunters. What she could feel though was no judgement or concerns about being around her or her brother, and his genuine interest in asking about herself made her feel so sad he wasn’t anywhere near as cute as his brother.

The very very cute hunter however was a whole different kettle of fish to the other two though - his thoughts practically screamed out from him throughout the whole lunch, and Shada could barely contain herself from snapping at him regularly throughout the meal. He was so rude to her brother and his cupcake - a dozen and a half thoughts about Grey had flooded out from him throughout the meal that had made Shada grit her teeth and wonder just how her brother managed to sit nearby that amount of antagonistic thoughts that just bled out of the hunter; and then he had the gall to check out the blonde, and it had taken Grey’s hand coming down and squeezing her knee under the table to keep her from making a comment aloud about it. But gosh he was so cute - and even if he had some negative thoughts, Shada had felt herself sighing at him giving her brother a gift right alongside the other hunters. So cute and so flawed.

“They aren’t all bad, I’ll give you that.” She replied with a small smile, tilting her head in to rest on the other’s shoulder as he gave a shout out to the dog about not chasing the birds that it paid no heed to, with a happy dog lollop. “I mean, Cupcake’s family is pretty nice over all.”

“Yeah, they... Sam is fantastic-” “He is very tall. And nice.” “Of course that’s what you noticed.” “He’s not the only thing I noticed.” “Shada...”

“What?!” Shada let out a sharp objection, frowning up at her brother playfully as she twirled on the ends of a strand of her hair. “Sam was nice and very sweet, and Bobby - it was Bobby, right? - he just..” The girl let out a sigh, not sure exactly the best words to describe how quickly the older man had weaved his way into her affection. “He’s lovely too.”

“Mhmm. He definitely has improved since I first met him.” Grey replied, one hand reaching up to rub at his shoulder thoughtfully but with nothing but appreciation on his face talking about the other. “And he’s practically a dad for Jo, so, his worry is absolutely understandable-”

“Why does he worry so much?” “Well, because I’m a monster, Shada.” “What does that matter to him if Cupcake doesn’t care?” “He’s like her dad-” “But he was seemingly with our Alpha-” “Eleanor.”

“Yes, Eleanor.” Shada practically sighed the name out, cuddling into the other’s side as she thought about what a pretty name their Alpha had chosen to utelise, and watching as the big, fluffy dog ran about and came near them again - calmer with her now over the last year - with a happy bark. The name felt so right for the older shadow to have chosen, and that she had gotten to see just how pretty and sweet the face she had taken made her stomach twist weirdly. “He was... connected to her, so why does it matter what you and Cupcake get up to to him?”

“He cares, Shada. And also Jo has.. Jo’s been hurt because of what I am bfore.” Her brother replied shakily, his arm shifting from around her shoulders as he talked to lean over his knees and keep his eyes from meeting her own curious gaze. “I’ve caused her pain from me being me, so he worries. But enough about that-” The other shadow let out a breath before slapping his fist down on his knee and turning back to look at her, now that his face was under control and he had a curious yet pleased look on his face forcefully. “What are you doing for the rest of the holidays, sister? Any plans for New Years?”

Shada frowned to herself slightly, brows creased for a moment as she tried to decide if she was going to drop the topic or not, before letting out a quiet laugh. “Oh absolutely! I’m going to be having a New Year in every time zone!”

“What?” “Humans use time zones, right? So I am going to every single celebration all over the world I can.” “Wh...why would you do that?” “Why not? Plus! They kiss as the hour changes, right?” “Oh Shada, no-”

“So! I’m going to have a kiss for every midnight and have the best luck all year round!” The brunette finished chirpily, smiling widely as she looked at the somewhat pained or frustrated expression on the other’s face - a smirk growing in her smiles place as she fluttered her lashes at him teasingly. “Why? You think I couldn’t get a kiss in every place?”

“I... Don’t think that will be a problem at all for you.” Grey replied with an exasperated sounding laugh, rubbing a hand over his face a bit before letting out a normal sounding laugh as the dog came bounding over with the pink dog toy from their sister in her jowls. “I wish you luck on it then, Shada. But you know, you could just hang out with some people you like instead-”

“Oh like you and cupcake aren’t going to be doing the horizontal tango when the clock strikes midnight - doesn’t really sound like my jam, brother.” The girl replied with a laugh of her own as her brother’s cheeks flushed a little bit, hands reaching out and grabbing the dog’s collar and clipping on the pink lead as well. Shada found herself smiling softly noticing how quickly their sister’s gifts had been introduced to her brother’s life - and as he stood, Shada followed his movements with a teasing grin. “And if you’re not, then perhaps I’ll drop by for my good luck kiss from you for this time zone, hmm? Think Cupcake would be okay with that, or should I choose her instead?”

“You can ask Jo which she’d prefer.” Grey replied with a laugh, wrapping his arm around her shoulders which the shadow felt was the best kind of feeling being so close and at ease with him like they always used to be. “Speaking of Jo - did you want to come around? I know she’d be happy to see you again.”

“Sure thing! I still need to thank her again for the shoes!” Shada said with a smile, tucking her hands into her coat’s pockets as they started on their way along towards the others home - a warm feeling as the dog lolled about them that she was being led towards what might always be a warm welcome for her, no matter how far she traveled.

---

#fic #cc #ca #graypov #shadapov

1 note · View note