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In Plain Sight (Part 7)

Summary: It’s Christmas time for the Ackles family and Crew! But the reader and Crew’s sneaking around could only last so long and the truth coming out can be explosive...

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Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader (with lots of daughter!reader x OMC)

Word Count: 6,300ish

Warnings: language, brief mention of drama/child abuse, family angst, implied smut

A/N: Here’s the big one for ya! I hope you enjoyed this series as much as I have! It was so much fun to do something a bit different!

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One Week Later

“Hey,” you said, slipping into Crew’s room at the cabin your dad had rented. He’d gotten in not long ago and spent the better part of that time being introduced to relatives left and right.

“Hey,” he said, voice laced with tiredness. “Are you sure it’s cool I get my own room? All the kids are sharing and-”

“My cousins and siblings love to bunk together. This house has like ten bedrooms.” You rested your hands on his waist, pulling his body flush with yours. “You okay? I know it’s a lot of new people.”

“I’m good. I didn’t realize you had so many cousins.”

“Yeah. I’m the oldest by a good ten years so I apologize in advance for the constant piggyback rides they’ll request.”

“No it’s fine. I like being in a house full of people again,” he said as the door burst open, your little brother bursting in.

“Crew! We’re going sledding! Will you go with me?” he asked, hopping up and down on his tip toes.

“Crew just got here after a long drive. Maybe-”

“Of course, buddy. Why don’t you go get ready and I’ll be there in a minute?” said Crew. Your brother took off, Crew smiling when you cocked your head. “I just need a couple minutes to myself.”

“Okay,” you said, pecking a lightening fast kiss on his lips. You started to leave when he chuckled, tugging on the back of your jeans.

“Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere,” he said, pushing the door shut, locking the door quietly. He cupped your cheeks, devouring your mouth with slow, kitten kisses. “I missed you the past few days.”

“You should have come up with us yesterday.”

“I needed to find your present which is awesome if I do say so myself.”

“Please tell me it’s something small. I’m not a fancy gift kind of girl.”

“You’ll have to wait three days to find out,” he said, booping you on the nose, a devilish smirk on his cheeks. “Want to watch a movie with me tonight?”

“Is that code for sex?” you laughed. He put a hand on his chest, gasping to himself.

“You heathen!” You whacked his chest, Crew giggling, pulling you against his firm body. “I was simply asking if you wanted to watch a feature film with a gentleman such as myself. If your deviant hands wander, well that’s your fault.”

You grinned, earning a wet, teasing kiss, a tiny scratch of stubble on his jaw from where he hadn’t shaved in the past few days. “And if your tongue wanders?”

“Oh well we can’t trust that thing. It has a mind of it’s own when it comes to you.” Large hands slid around to your ass, squeezing each mound of flesh playfully. “Where’s your room?”

“Right across the hall. No one’s down here but us,” you said. “Plenty of privacy.”

“You and that heathen behavior again,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Heathen behavior would be me telling you I packed my vibe.” His eyes immediately darkened as you trailed a finger across the broad plains of his chest. “Oh how easily you can be corrupted.”

“Corruption with you sounds hella fun,” he chuckled, footsteps echoing outside the hall. He forced himself away and unlocked the door, the nerves creeping back into his features. “You’re sure I’m not in the way being here?”

“Crew. If we didn’t want you here we wouldn’t have asked.”

“But it’s not just your family. It’s your whole family and I don’t want to screw any of that up,” he said as the door opened slowly, your dad poking his head in.

“Hey. Calm down,” he said, Crew breathing deeply. “You’re not screwing anything up, alright? You’re here cause you’re family. End of discussion. When you need a break, because god knows I love these people but five days with all of them is a lot, then take a break. No one will think you’re weird. Y/N normally gets sick of us on day two and runs off with her camera so relax. Join in the stuff you want to, take the space you need. And now’s a good time to tell you both that we got the cabin for an extra week for just us so you are welcome to stay for that too Crew.”

“I think I got to take it one day at a time.”

“That’s perfectly okay,” said your dad, clasping Crew on the shoulder, smiling softly. “We want this to be fun for you. Now go throw on some snow pants before the twins come dragging you out of here. Between my brother and me you should find a pair that fits.”

“Thanks, Jensen.” He glanced back at you and you nodded.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” He eased some, heading out of the room as your dad stood by you.

“Try to peel him away when you need a break from us. He’ll probably need one too.”

“Of course. Between you, me and mom we’ll try to make this good for him.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “And I will try to convince grandma and grandpa that he’s not your boyfriend. They got it stuck in their heads for some strange reason.”

You laughed nervously, your dad shaking his head.

“Yeah, I don’t know either. So. Sledding?”

“Sure. I’ll go change,” you said, ducking across the hall, shutting the door behind yourself. You leaned against it, breathing slowly. “This is going to be harder than we thought.”

You knew Crew was enjoying himself when you heard his laugh echoing down the hall the next evening. You turned the corner with your camera out, Crew red in the face from laughter, half his face covered in green frosting. Your uncle’s were sporting red and white frosting in their hair, meanwhile your dad was nowhere in view but you could see his legs from behind the island.

“No, no, stop! I’m gonna tell mom and dad!” you heard him laugh. You jogged over and leaned across the island with arms outstretched, camera aimed downwards, snapping a picture. “Y/N! Don’t you dare!”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, a picture of him half pinned down, half covered in every color frosting in the house popping up on your screen. “Who thinks this should be dad’s new insta profile pic?”

“No!” he shouted as the rest of them shouted a resounding yes. “I’ll disown you!”

“Eh, you’re not that scary,” you said, quickly uploading it to the cloud and finding it on your phone. “Let’s do a poll, see what your fans that follow me think.”

“Mom!” shouted Jensen. “I’m being bullied!”

“I don’t hear any bullying!” she shouted back from the den, your mom and aunts cackling to each other when you dad huffed.

“Y/N don’t you dare post that!” he said. You leaned over the counter, showing him the picture as your uncle continued to slap more frosting in his hair.

“But you and Crew look cute!” You hit post, Crew immediately sitting up.

“Wait. You didn’t say I was in the picture!” Without his help your dad was able to pop up, the pair of them staring you down. “Jensen.”

“I’m thinking the same thing, Crew.” They shared a particularly evil looking smile and you took off running for the front of the house, bypassing where your grandpa was playing a board game with some of your cousins. You ran behind him, Crew and your dad standing at the entrance of the room.

“Y/N, can I see your camera?” asked your grandpa. You assumed he wanted to see the picture, surprised when he snatched it out of your hands along with your phone. “Go on.”

“Grandpa!” Your jaw dropped. “You’re going to let your evil child smother me in frosting just like that?”

“Of course not. He’s going to give you a ten second head start.” You blinked, your little cousins giggling. “Eight. Seven.”

You took off past them, the two of them moving when you hit three seconds to go. “You’re cheating!”

“Who said we were going to follow the rules?” laughed your dad as you sprinted past the den, more than a few heads turned your way, watching you race around the family room. Your dad ducked into the kitchen, speaking for a moment with your uncles and grabbing a can of frosting, suddenly all four of them grinning.

“Oh fuck.” You decided to take your chances and ran out the back door in your slippers, grateful they were like boots and you were able to spare your feet from the cold snow.

Until you felt a tackle from behind that was, rolling onto your back just in time to see Crew kneeling over you. A glob of pink frosting came out of nowhere, smeared all down your face. There wasn’t much you could do at that point except smush the frosting your attackers already wore, giggling when you opened your eyes and saw Crew with a blue mohawk for hair.

“You look fucking ridiculous,” you laughed.

“Tell that to your face,” chuckled your uncle, some of the snow nearby turning a mixture of colors.

“Hey. Hooligans,” said your grandpa, aiming your camera at you. The five of you managed to brush yourselves off, Crew picking you up in his arms with a laugh. “Bet you’re glad you came to this hot mess of a family gathering, aren’t you Crew?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he chuckled, your grandpa taking a few more pictures before he was laughing to himself.

“We better go clean up,” said your dad, everyone carefully trudging inside and heading off for their bathrooms.

“You can let me down, Crew,” you said when you were alone.

“Oh the others might have given up but I caught you. I get to do as I please,” he whispered. You dared to swipe your thumb over his frosting covered lips and suck on it, Crew groaning. “Well now I need to shower first for that boner you gave me.”

“Kids?” said your mom, Crew quickly spinning with you. She had your camera and snapped a quick picture, looking very smug with herself. “Aw, don’t you two look adorable.”

“We’re always adorable,” said Crew, your mom laughing, opening the door to the bathroom for you.

“Crew, you can use the bathroom upstairs. It’s going to take Y/N a minute to get that frosting out of her hair.” You froze when you saw yourself in the mirror, immediately starting to laugh. “Oh yeah, you all look like idiots. But we love you anyways. Now go wash up and leave your clothes outside the door. I’ll clean it up.”

“Thank you mom!” you said, Crew pecking a kiss on her cheek, causing her to shriek when it left behind a big glob..

“Thanks Dee!” he said, skipping off as she huffed.

“You’re just as bad as him!” she shouted. She shook her head, setting your camera down in your room, returning as you kept on staring into the mirror. “Do you need help?”

“I think I’m just going to get under the water in my clothes and peel them off,” you said, turning the shower on. She shut the door as you climbed under, pulling the curtain closed, watching the frosting fall off to the shower floor. It washed out easier than you thought, your mom collecting the wet items as you handed them around the curtain. “I think I’m good.”

“Shout if you need something,” she said, lightly laughing to herself. “You know you just made that boy feel like part of the family.”

“I know. Why do you think I did it?” you giggled.

“He’s lucky to have you.”

Twenty minutes later you were on the couch in the family room, your aunts and uncles having relocated to watch a movie with you. You did a double take when Crew came downstairs in nothing but a towel, damp hair sticking up at odd angles, quickly scurrying through the room and down the far hall where your rooms were.

“No wonder that show of yours is doing so well,” teased your aunt, your dad whacking the back of her head. “He’s a good looking boy!”

“What? You think I’ve been working out like crazy for fun?” he said, flexing his arms.

“People are not watching the show for your ugly mug,” she laughed, your dad pulling her into a headlock. “Mom!”

“Don’t call your brother ugly, honey and Jensen stop tormenting your sister,” said your grandma as she drank the last of her wine.

“Oh no, she’s right,” said Crew, returning in a pair of dark gray sweatpants and a long sleeve white henley. “Jensen’s horrendous.”

“Exactly!” she said, holding up her hand for a high five. “Crew gets it!”

“Yeah, yeah, he gets it,” said your dad, pulling Crew down into the spot beside him, giving him a noogie but failing due to his wet, slippy hair. He sighed, slumping down with crossed arms. “Someone put on a movie before this awful family bullies me more.”

“You love it,” said one of your aunts as you got up to refill your glass of wine. Crew followed after, keeping his voice low as you found a glass for him.

“Sit next to me,” he murmured as you handed him the bottle.

“Probably not wise. My dad is oblivious but the rest of the family is not,” you whispered. “Come to my room tonight?”

“Alright. I’ll be there, kid.” he said. He squeezed your hand behind the safety of the island, offering you a quick smile.

“Love you,” you said, barely audible but his pinky latching onto yours told you he’d heard it.

“Back at ya,” he whispered, letting your hand go, returning to the couch beside Jensen, your dad’s arm slinging over his shoulders.

You were warm when you woke up the next morning. Very, very warm. You curled your body and felt something firm yet soft beneath you. Blinking open your eyes, you spotted a sleeping Crew, his hair adorably messy as you used his bare chest as a pillow. Damn, he made a good heater. You were pretty sure the only blanket you had on was barely covering your ass and yet you still felt perfectly cozy.

You traced a line over his chest, Crew smiling as he woke, kissing you lazily, a thought nagging at the back of your mind.

“Honey bun, time to get-” Your eyes flew open, your dad slack jawed in the doorway, staring at where you and Crew were very much naked in bed together. He slammed the door shut, the two of you quickly scrambling out of bed, Crew throwing his sweatpants back on while you did your best to tug a bra on and Crew’s henley.

You had your underwear pulled up when Crew gave you a quick glance, opening the door, your dad right there. “Jensen we-”

Your dad’s face was furrowed, an eerily quiet rage in his features you’d only seen from him on a TV screen. “Get out of this house. Leave your shit and get the fuck out of this house now.”

“Dad we-”

“Get your ass out!” shouted your dad, voice booming so loud you were sure everyone heard. Crew flinched and opened his mouth, your dad’s eye twitching. “Now!”

Crew shrank back into himself, lowering his head and quickly going past.

“Crew!” You tried to follow after but an iron clad grip grabbed your arm, your dad’s fury now aimed at you. “What the fuck was that!”

“He takes advantage of you and you’re pissed at me?” You yanked on your arm, his hand not budging.

“He’s my boyfriend! What is wrong with you!” you said, trying to go after Crew, hearing a car rev in the driveway. “Let go of me.”

“You were engaged less than four months ago and now he’s in your bed? He’s not your boyfriend. He’s taking advantage of you!” he yelled.

“No he’s not! I don’t give a shit about Anthony! Crew is my boyfriend! He has been for nearly two months! You’re too thick headed to see me as anything but a little girl.”

“He’s using you for sex!” he shouted.

“I took his damn virginity! We love each other!”

“No you do not!” he bellowed, tightening his grip on your arm. “He’s manipulating you!”

“Just because you were by that crazy bitch doesn’t mean he’s doing that to me! You just ruined his fucking Christmas when he was so scared to come here. You’re not just his friend, asshole. You’re like a dad to him and you just destroyed your relationship with him forever all because you can’t get it in your head that I’m not a fucking child!”

He stared at you, his grip easing enough for you to slip out. You grabbed a pair of leggings from the floor and tugged them on, barely grabbing your phone before you were storming down the hall, ignoring the looks of your family. You were semi-grateful it seemed like the little kids were playing outside and hadn’t overheard.

“Y/N-” said your mom as you shoved on your boots and grabbed the keys to the SUV from the front table. “Y/N.”

“If he wants to apologize, he can. Otherwise I’m finding Crew and spending Christmas with him.” You took your coat off the hook and headed outside, in the car and down the road, trying to track down Crew before he got too far ahead of you.

He didn’t get far at all though. His car was parked at the far end of the driveway, hidden from sight, his head slumped over the steering wheel. You parked behind him and got out, Crew jumping when you knocked on his window.

“Honey,” you said, ripping the door open, pulling him out of the car into a hug.

“He hates me so much. I figured it’d be awkward but I never thought he’d fucking hate me,” he said. You hugged him tight, Crew suddenly pushing you away. “Go back.”

“What?” you asked, Crew shaking in the cold. “Where’s your coat? And your fucking boots? Fuck Crew.”

You walked him over to his passenger side door, pushing him inside, giving him your coat to at least try to cover himself with. You slid behind his wheel and blasted the heat, Crew sniffling quietly. “Crew. Why didn’t you get your coat or boots?”

“He scared me,” he said, closing his eyes. “He was so angry.”

“Crew, my dad would never hurt you. He isn’t violent.”

“Well some dads hurt their kids!” he shouted. His bottom lip wobbled as you narrowed your eyes.

“Who hurt you.” He shook his head, looking out the window. “Hey, I know people can be pieces of shit. My birth mother slapped me so hard I had a bruise on half my face for two weeks. My dad was so disgusted with himself for not stopping it he could barely look at me. Who fucking hurt you?”

Crew sighed, throwing his head back against the headrest. “I went to a foster home after my family was gone. The father was…” He shivered, letting you tuck the jacket around him. “He’d get loud and then he’d smack us around. Told me if I said a word about it he’d do worse to me. Jensen got so loud it felt like I was back in that house waiting to get hurt again.”

“Crew.” You ran a hand through his hair, wrapping him up in your arms. “Honey, I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

“You should go,” he said quietly, resting his head on your shoulder. “It’s Christmas eve. I don’t want to ruin it even more for you than I have.”

“You ruined nothing. He’s the one that acted like a neanderthal. I am spending Christmas with you and that’s that. Give me one second and then we’ll go get some breakfast.”

You jogged back to the SUV, finding a pair of your dad’s sneakers shoved away in a gym bag, your hoodie and some money in the glovebox before you hopped back into the car. You gave him back his shirt and put on the sweatshirt, Crew a little more at ease. “Where are we going?”

“We are going to go have our own Christmas and nothing’s going to get in our way.”

Four Hours Later

“I used to want to be a basketball player until I realized I wasn’t tall enough,” laughed Crew, munching on his box of chicken nuggets. “I thought I-”

You both turned to the knock at the motel door, three loud thumps drowning out the Christmas movie you had on in the background. “I’ll get it.”

“I’m not letting you get the door at a motel, Y/N,” said Crew, quickly hopping up to his feet. He peered through the eye hole, closing his eyes. “It’s Jensen.”

“He probably put a freaking tracking app on my phone or some shit. I’ll deal with him.” Crew went back to the bed, his back to the door as you opened it quickly, slipping outside.

“Hi,” he said, nose and cheeks pink from the cold. “Can I come inside?”

“How’d you find us?” you asked, crossing your arms. He nodded to Crew’s vehicle.

“Texas plates on Crew’s kind of car. Figured you didn’t have that much cash on you. Only took a few hours of driving around to find you.” He forced a smile. “If I’m not allowed inside, can we talk in the car at least? It’s freezing out here.”

You sighed, following him to the SUV, climbing into the passenger seat. He was quiet, watching the motel door closely. “I know I probably lost him for good but tell me I didn’t screw up so badly I lost you too.”

“Of course you didn’t.” You rested your head against the cold glass. “I was cruel to you. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you. But it was deserved.”

“Dad,” you scoffed, turning in your seat to face him. “No you didn’t. I’m know better and I knew exactly what to say to make you feel awful and that was wrong of me.”

“I hurt Crew. I backed you into that position.” He paused a beat. “How long have you two been together?”

“Just after Halloween. Almost two months,” you said, crossing your arms. “But the attraction was there from the start.”

“I’ve sort of realized that I should have picked up on the fact that my two introverts were suddenly stuck on each other like glue. I thought you guys were just best friends.”

“He is my best friend. He’s also someone…dad, I love him. I know the difference between what I had with Anthony and what I get with Crew. This isn’t something childish and Crew never pressured me into anything. We flirted but it…I need him to be okay and I’ve never felt the way I do about him about anyone.”

He closed his eyes, nodding to himself. “There’s so much I want to say to try and explain where my head was at. It doesn’t matter though. All that does is that I apologize to the two of you for being an asshole.”

“I think you owe it to Crew to try and explain. Because honestly, he’s scared of you, and you will not go back to the way it was between you two if you don’t open up too.”

“I know.” He slowly opened his eyes. “He ran out of the house so fast he didn’t even take his shoes. I saw him flinch too. I didn’t like that.”

“Do you know…” you trailed off, your dad staring blankly. “He’s never told you about his time in foster care, has he.”

“He doesn’t like to talk about it. Why?” You crossed your arms, squeezing your eyes shut. “No. Do not tell me some asshole laid a hand on him and that’s why he took off so fast earlier.”

“You two guys need to talk and as much as I know you hate it, you have to be fucking open with him and I mean you drop down every single wall you have.” You nodded at the door. “And you need to do it without me there. I’ll be here until you’re done, okay?”

He put a hand on the door, a small soft appearing on his face. “I’m sorry I took out my anger at Abigail and that prick Anthony on you two. I just can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt and god, Abigail wanted to hurt you again. That feeling of being in the dark and feeling like a betrayal when I saw Crew with you made me-”

“Overreact. I know. That’s why I forgive you and I forgave you for snapping at me. But Crew doesn’t know you like I do, which is why you need to go fix this.” He opened the door, sliding outside.

“Y/N.” He gave you a single nod. “Why do you forgive me so easily?”

“Because you’re my dad and you only do the things you do because you love me. It’s hard to stay mad at someone for loving you.”

“Even when I hurt your boyfriend?”

“That’s between you and him now. Stop stalling and get in there. It won’t make this any easier.”

“Wish me luck,” he said, forcing a smile before he shut the door. You watched him go to the motel room and slowly push the door open, ducking inside.

You slumped down in your seat and sighed. “Please let them figure this out.”

One Hour Later

You blinked open your eyes when your dad knocked on your window. You opened the door, following him into the motel room where Crew stood, arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Crew and I were unable to-”

“Jensen’s a dick,” snapped Crew, freezing you in place. Your dad glared at him, your heart sinking.

“You slept with my daughter you son of a bitch,” he growled.

“It wasn’t the first time either,” shot back Crew. Your dad got in his face as you flung yourself forward, pushing them apart.

“Stop! What is wrong with you two!” you said, hands keeping them at bay. “I-” Crew’s lip curled up as he started to snort, your dad shrugging with a grin when you turned to him. “Oh you two fuckers! I hate both of you!”

“It was totally my idea,” said your dad. “We worked through the script for quite a while. Of course the rookie here had to go and break character early.”

“We worked out a whole stunt routine and everything,” said Crew. You flipped them both off, grabbing your coat from the bed and tugging it on. “Uh oh. I think we pissed her off.”

“She forgives easily,” chuckled your dad, throwing his arm over Crew’s shoulders, the pair of them smiling as you felt some of your rage simmer down. “We worked it out, honey bun.”

“How much did you work it out or did you two avoid the conversation by deciding to prank me?” you asked with a scowl. Your dad ruffled Crew’s hair gently. It was only then that you noticed both of their eyes were tinged red. “Were you crying?”

“Pft,” said your dad as Crew nodded. “Okay, yeah. Maybe there was a bit of that. But it’s only because we care about each other and no, not because of you. We had to remind ourselves we have our own relationship that exists outside of you as my kid and Crew as your boyfriend. Once we got past that, I’d say we’re in a different place.”

“A better place than we were even before,” said Crew, your dad rubbing his back. “But I did have to promise to minimize the chances of him walking in on us together.”

“We will be locking the door more diligently,” you said, waving towards the door. “Now can we get out of this reject of a Supernatural episode and go back to our nice Christmas themed cabin? Where I won’t catch a disease?”

“I think we can do that,” said your dad, pulling you into a hug with the two of them. “But going forward, please don’t hide things from me. I won’t press or say a word if Crew stays over or you stay over his place but I just want to know what’s going on in your lives. Both of you. And you don’t get to hog him anymore, Y/N. I still get to do shit with him.”

“We can share,” you said, hugging them both. “Crew. I apologize in advance for sort of letting it slip in a moment of anger to the whole family that you were a virgin before.”

“It’s fine. I’m sure Dee has squashed anything they would say,” he said, your dad humming.

“Oh yeah. That woman and I are going to have another word. I can’t believe she knew the whole time,” he groaned. “We’re supposed to keep secrets from you guys, not the other way around.”

“To be fair, we did sort of beg her not to because we were nervous of a certain stubborn headed man’s reaction,” you said. “And she was nervous too.”

“I know. I need to tone down the overprotectiveness,” he said walking towards the door. “I’ll see you two back at home soon?”

“Yeah, we’ll be right there,” you said. “Give us a second?”

Your dad headed out, Crew and you picking up your trash before heading back to the check in to return the key. “You didn’t just accept his apology to make it all go away, right?”

“No,” said Crew, interlacing your fingers together. “He was…he apologized for hurting me and told me I didn’t get to experience this yet but parents fuck up sometimes. And he told me no matter what happens between you and me, he’ll always be my friend and someone I can confide in. Yeah, it feels different than before but I think it’s stronger, not breakable if that makes sense.”

You squeezed his hand. “Good. You deserve to have those relationships, Crew.”

He kissed your temple, letting his lips linger. “Christmas always this eventful?”

“Uh no. Next year will be way more boring. I promise.”

One Year Later

“Hello, honey bun!” shouted your dad, bursting into your bedroom where you were wrapping up a last minute present for Crew. You jumped up, sighing when he clasped his hands behind his back, a devilish grin on his face.

“Whatever you and Crew are up to, the answer is no.” You cut off another piece of tape, your dad rocking back on his heels, watching you wrap. “You’re being a creeper, dad.”

“I’m just waiting for you to be done. I have strict instructions.”

“Instructions to do what?” you groaned, fighting with the roll of tape. He came over to help, holding down the wrapping while you tore off a new piece. “Thanks.”

“That’s a pretty picture of you guys at the premiere,” he said, nodding to the frame. “I still can’t believe he convinced you to come.”

“He did sort of throw that whole I made him come to Christmas last year thing in my face. It wasn’t that bad honestly. I got to meet Jack Quaid actually.”

“Oh you met Jack? How was that?” he asked as you grabbed some ribbon, wrapping it around the box.

“He’s super nice. I think him and Crew didn’t work together much on the movie but they hung out at the after party, talked video games for like an hour I swear,” you said, finishing with your wrapping. “Okay. All set.”

“Perfect,” he said, helping you to your feet. He immediately picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, leaving the present behind on the floor.

“Uh. I have questions,” you said, poking him in the back.

“Oh, you’ve been kidnapped at request of your boyfriend. These things happen,” he said, carrying you downstairs of the house in Colorado.

“Uh,” you said when he came to a stop and set you down. He pulled an eye mask out of his back pocket, thrusting it forward with a grin. “Come on, a blindfold?”

“I’m just the hired henchman in this scenario.” You groaned, pulling it down over your eyes. You grabbed his shoulder when he picked up your foot, the blindfold immediately coming off. “Hey! You’re supposed to keep that on.”

“Let me put on my own boots before you kill us both,” you said. He held up his hands, telling you to put on your coat too before the blindfold went back on. You knew when he pulled you outside, the air crisp and chilly.

“Have fun,” he chuckled before you heard the door shut behind you.

“Crew?” you asked, hearing the crunch of a boot in the snow. It was quiet, everything muffled by the snow on the ground. “Crew?”

“I’m right here, kid,” he murmured from close by. “I’m going to take off the blindfold, alright?”

He turned your body to face the yard, cold fingertips brushing over your cheeks. He pushed the face mask up and off, your eyes adjusting to the lights before you.

“Did, did you decorate the gazebo with lights?” you asked, turning your head up, Crew shrugging.

“It’s more of a hot chocolate and whiskey hideaway,” he said, holding up a thermos. “Want some?”

“Sure. What’s with the kidnapping plot?” you asked, eyeing him up and down. “You’re up to something.”

“Yup,” he laughed. “I bet you’re dying to know what.” He booped your nose. “Only time will tell.”

You narrowed your eyes, smiling as you headed across the yard to the gazebo. You gratefully took a cap full of hot chocolate, a splash of whiskey thrown in, the heat warming your hands. “Foxe…what are you up to?”

“I’ll give you a hint.” He sipped from his mug, pulling you to lay your legs across his lap. “Look up.”

Your gaze went to the strand of mistletoe strung above. He kissed you the second you glanced back down, his mouth warm and chocolaty.

“You’re trying to throw me off,” you murmured against his lips.

“Is it working?” he grinned.

“Not a chance,” you said, noticing the house was dark. “Why are all the lights off?”

“Your parents are taking your siblings out to dinner. We have the house to ourselves for the next few hours.”

“Oh I like that surprise,” you giggled.

“I figured you would,” he said as you heard a car pull away. “Y/N. Look at the house again.”

He turned your chin, gaze finding the one single strand of lights that was now turned on. A single strand written out into a few simple words.

“I love you, kid,” you read, Crew pulling you into a hug. “Why are you so cute?”

“It’s my specialty,” he teased, smushing his cheek against yours. “I needed your parents’s help to get it all readable. Plus I wasn’t quite finished but they had to go to make their reservation and your dad volunteered to keep you busy for a few more minutes.”

“Thank you so much. I love you too,” you said, pecking a kiss on his lips. “For a second I thought you were going to ask me to marry you.”

“No, no,” he chuckled. “I’m not going to ask you to marry me through Christmas lights.”

“I wouldn’t mind-” you said, Crew knocking the thermos over, spilling the hot liquid all across the floor boards. “Well.”

“This is why this shit only happens in movies,” he sighed. “It’s getting cold out anyways. We can warm up with cocoa, enjoy that fireplace in our room…”

“You read my mind,” you said, helping him clean up what you could before heading inside. Five minutes later you were in your bedroom, his present tucked away with the others, Crew laying out a blanket in front of the roaring fireplace.

“Could you grab me another blanket?” Crew asked, nodding to the one at the end of the bed. You hummed, picking it up, something small falling out of it, bouncing on the floor. You bent down to pick it up, eyes flickering to Crew when you saw him kneel up, smirking up at you. You stared at the box again, his grin growing even wider. “So. I know you’ve answered before but I have to ask one last time and this is a big one. Did I catch you, kid?”

“Yeah. You did, Crew,” you said as he pushed the box open, your eyes going wide. “Uh. Question. This is meant to be an engagement ring, right?”

He immediately hopped up, jaw dropping when he looked inside to find a pair of earrings.

“Oh fuck. Your dad put the wrong box in here earlier,” he said, pausing, staring at you in horror. “He was going to give Dee the earrings at dinner tonight. I fucked it up. How did I fuck this up? I’ve been planning this for months and I fucked it up!”

“Honey, relax,” you said, setting the earrings down and wrapping your arms around him. “You can give me the ring later. My answer is still yes. You’re all that I need.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear, shaking his head with a laugh. “You sure you want to marry this idiot?”

“Oh yeah. He’s been mine for a long, long time. Besides, we can blame this on my dad.”

“Totally his fault,” he chuckled, holding you tight. “I love you so much.”

“You too, Crew. Now let’s get to celebrating. I’m still cold.”

“And I know just how to warm you up.”

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