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falcqns · 3 years

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Medicine

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: You finally get drunk enough to admit your feelings to Henry

Warnings: smut, bodily fluids, swearing

A/N: my hand slipped omg. I was inspired to write this while listening to Medicine by Harry Styles and this is the result. Hope you enjoy!

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

you took another shot of vodka while eyeing Henry from where he was across the dance floor.

As usual, he was completely oblivious to the horde of women basically throwing themselves at his feet. Like, come on, he had to know how attractive he is, right?

Treat you like a gentleman

His eyes met yours from where he was standing, and he gave you a charming smile, which you very reluctantly returned.

Sure, you had a crush on him. Who didn't?

You, however, considered yourself unlucky because you had to work with him everyday, which didn't help your feelings.

You downed a shot once more, before tearing your eyes away from Henry and scanning around the room for others you knew.

To your surprise, you didn't see anyone else that you knew.

Fucking of course, you thought to yourself.

Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline

As you swallowed one more shot, you made a decision.

You were tired of him not knowing how you felt. You were tired of feeling jealous watching him flirt with other females and desperately wishing that was you.

So, instead of wallowing in your own pity, you decided to do something about it.

You stood up, and walked towards him. You cut through the horde of women, and right past him. You smiled and traced your hand from his right pec to his bicep, eyes locked on his blue ones.

I think I'm gonna stick with you

You felt his eyes follow you to where you were walking towards the bathroom.

You were getting to him.

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

You checked your makeup in the mirror before pulling out for phone.

You opened messages and began to compose a message to your best friend.

‘I’m making a move tonight,’ is all the message said, knowing your best friend would understand the context.

In reality, she was supposed to come with you, but ended up not being able to take the weekend off of work to fly out to England to be with you. So, you’d settled for updating her through text.

She texted back almost immediately.

‘thank god, its only been a year and a half,’

You laughed and typed out a response before dropping your phone back into your pocket.

‘I'll let you know how it goes,’

Rest it on your fingertips Up to your mouth, feeling it out Feeling it out

Henry was waiting for you as you exited the bathroom. He had that annoyingly charming smile on his face again.

“Can we dance?” Was all he said, giving you his hand. You nodded, and accepted, allowing him to lead you away from the bathrooms and onto the dance floor.

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted

His hands wrapped around your waist, and tour hands landed on his shoulder.

Your eyes connected as another song started. You didn't know what one, but you could feel the melody pulsing through the spaced between yours and Henry’s bodies, almost acting as a magnet.

Henry pulled you closer, so you were flush against him, and you tried to ignore the butterflies swirling in your stomach.

And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you tasted

Henry dropped his mouth to graze against your ear, and he breathed out the lyrics to the unknown song, sending a shiver down your spine.

As the music grew, so did your need for him.

Was it from the multiple shots you took, or was it from Henry himself? You had no idea, but suspected it was the latter.

You dropped your head slightly to give him access to your neck, hoping he’d get the message.

If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it We're getting dizzy

His head dropped to your neck, and inhaled your scent before letting out a breathy moan.

His hands tightened on your back and tried to pull you closer, which caused even more arousal to pool in your panties, if that was possible.

“Fuck, you kill me,” He rasped.

The only thing that came out of your mouth was a moan.

“I’ve been dead since I met you, Hen.” You teased, and watched as his eyes darkened.

He tightened his grip on your hips even more, and began to grind his hips into yours.

You felt his erection straining through his dress pants, so much so that you were amazed the pants hadn't ripped yet.

Tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes

His mouth moved from your neck to you ear.

“Will you let me take you home?” He grunted out. “Because if we stay like this any longer I’m going to end up Fucking you right here on the dance floor.

You're entire body trembled and groaned in response.

“Fuck, of course,”

He grabbed your hand pulled you toward the door. The two of you didn't bother saying goodbye to anyone, your need for each other too urgent.

As soon as his white BMW was in reaching distance, you were pushed up against it.

His hands roamed your body, and his mouth nipped at your neck.

You let out a strangled yelp of pleasure, and attempted to grind against him, desperate for pleasure, but he stopped you.

“My place or yours?” He purred.

“Yours,” You said without hesitation. His place was bigger, and closer, and wasn't right beside a nursing home after all.

Tingle running through my bones

His left hand never left your thigh. It stayed there, warmth spreading through your body from it, squeezing your thigh.

You eventually placed your hand on top of his, and stroked the veins popping out.

You saw him let out a small smile as you traced the veins, his eyes still focused on the road.

As soon as his house came into view, he was unbuckling yours and his seatbelts, very eager for the events about to unfold.

The car was parked, and turned off. You and Henry all but jumped from the vehicle before your hands were all over each other once more.

The boys and the girls are in

His hands came to rest underneath your bum, and you were lifted up. You wrapped your arms around his neck for stability.

Your centre was pressed against his, and your breasts were pressed just under his chin, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin.

He carried you in the house, and into his room, before laying you in the bed. He shrugged his jacket off of his body, allowing it to fall to the floor, before he reached to free your sore feet from the stilettos you had decided to wear that night.

Not that he was complaining, your legs looked fucking incredible.

He kicked his dress shoes off before climbing on the bed with you.

I mess around with him

He positioned himself above your body, his right leg pushing your two legs apart, his arms coming to rest on either side of your head, and his mouth firmly attached to yours.

He kissed you hard, before swiping your bottom lip. You immediately opened your mouth, and his tongue was swirling around yours in seconds.

He rolled onto his side, then to his back, pulling you with him so you were straddling his hips.

You splayed your hands over his pecs to give yourself some leverage, before you thrusted your hips against his, eliciting a desperate moan from both you and Henry’s lips.

“Fuck,” He exclaimed shakily, his hands gripping your waist and hold g you down against his erection. “If you don't stop, I’m going to cum right here.” You smiled down at him softly, teasing him. “Isn’t that what you want?”

He groaned before pushing his right hand underneath your dress material and onto your mound that was currently covered by your lace panties, which were the same colour as your dress.

And I'm okay with it

His hands moved over your hips, and trailed up your back to the zipper of your dress.

He looked you dead in the eyes, searching them with his for consent.

“You want this?” He asked slowly.

You moaned out, and ground your hips into his hand, attempting to make him feel how wet you were. “If I didn’t, would I be this wet?”

Henry cried out, and zipped your dress before pulling it over your head. The second your arms were freed from the fabric, your fingers were working to undo all the buttons on his dress shirt.

Moments later, the rest of his clothes, along with your remaining lingerie were thrown on the floor, and Henry had flipped you over once more.

He pressed another hard kiss to your lips before trailing them down your neck, littering hickies across your skin.

His hands spread your thighs apart even farther, and his eyes met yours, before he dove into you, licking, and sucking.

“FUCK!” You sobbed out, and his tongue swiped over your clit over and over again.

Your hands flew to his head, and you tugged on his brown curls as he continued his assault on your pussy.

Just as you felt your climax approaching, he pulled his mouth away, and came back to hover over you once more.

His hand was fisted around his hard cock, as he stroked it back and forth.

“You ready?” He asked, and you nodded, spreading your legs apart even more to show how you were dripping for him.

He whimpered at the sight, and slowly eased himself in.

The two of you immediately cried out at the sensation. Henry bottomed out moments later, and you begged him to move.

“Fuck, Henry, please move.” You begged, grinding your hips against is.

You watched as a shutter pulsed through his body, before began to move.

I'm coming down, I figured out I kinda like it

His head fell to your shoulder as his hips rolled into yours.

You gripped your hands on his back as he slid in and out at an alarming speed.

His lips brushed your ear with every thrust, pouring moan after moan directly into your ear.

“You’re such a good girl. My good girl.” He cooed into your ear.

“Wanted this so long,” You sobbed out, and Henry moaned back in acknowledgement.

“S-same. Holy fuck.”

You hooked your right leg around his hip and flipped so you were on top, before moving yourself off of him slightly and then slamming yourself back down on him.

“FUCK!” He shouted, and his hands started their journey your hips before you stopped them.

You gripped his wrists' and pinned them above his head.

“I’ve wanted this longer, let me have my fun,” You grunted at him, as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Now it was his turn to sob. “B-baby, please,”

You ground your hips into his before resuming your harsh pace on top of him, and crying out.

“So close,” You cried. He growled and threw his head back.

“S-same baby. Oh god,” He groaned. “Fuck, you gonna come on my cock?” “YES!” you sobbed out, and he continued to talk.

“Fuck yeah you are, baby, fucking come all over me,”

And with that, your orgasm ripped through you, and you came with a scream on top of him.

He flipped you over and pushed himself all the way inside of you, before stilling, and filling you up with his release.

And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you ride it

He pulled out of you with a grunt, and laid beside you. He pulled you into his arms, and the two of you drifted off to sleep in the afterglow.

Just before you fell asleep, however, you remembered the name of the song I the club.

it was Medicine by Harry Styles.

#henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry!holmes #harry styles #medicine #smut #oops #myhandsslipped

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eleventhdoctorsangel · 3 years

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Can you hear me screaming please don’t leave me

Summary: Bobby Nash and his niece were always really close. But on one fateful day he and his team were called to her house after her suicide attempt. After saving her his niece decided to go in the same line as work.

“You behaved yourself I’m proud of you.” I said. Buck just glared at me. “Oh come on you know you love me.” I teased. I looked over to see that Eddie was putting stuff away next to us. Uncle Bobby walked pasted us and patted Eddie on the shoulder. “That was a good call Eddie.” Uncle Bobby said as he passed Eddie. “Thanks cap.” Eddie said as he closed the door to where he was putting stuff away. “Nice job.” Chimney said as he passed us. Buck had closed the door to where we putting stuff away making his way passed Eddie. “Yeah. Good call.” Buck said as he walked past Eddie. “I would give him a little time. I think he’s just not used to another cute guy. I think he feels threaten.” I said. Eddie let out a laugh. “I think you might be right.” Eddie said. “Come on you two.” Uncle Bobby said. “We listen to Cap.” Eddie said. I nodded and made my way over to the other side of the truck where the doors are. Eddie followed me and opened the door for me. “Thanks.” I said giving him a smile as I climbed into the truck. I got back into my same seat I was in when we were on the way here. Buck again glared at me as I took my seat. I gave him a weird look in return. “What?” I asked. “Nothing.” Buck said as he looked away from me. “Okay grumpy gus.” I said rolling my eyes.

The rest of my shift was as normal as it could be. Well according to Uncle Bobby. I changed out of my work and put my street clothes. I grabbed my bag and left they women locker room. As I left the locker room I passed Eddie. “So how did you like your first shift?” Eddie asked. “Pretty tamed to be honest.” I said laughing a little. “Well it won’t always will be like that.” Eddie said. “Yeah every day can’t be like today. I know there will be days were it will be nonstop.” I said. “Well you probably want to head home.” Eddie said. “Well I don’t mind staying and talking for a while. But if you need to get home to Christopher I understand.” I said. “I think I should get home to see Christopher.” Eddie said. “I understand that. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I said giving him a smile. “Yeah see you tomorrow Y/n.” Eddie said. “See you tomorrow.” I said walking away and out of the station to my car. I got my keys out of my purse unlocking my door. I opened the door to my car throwing my bag into the passenger seat along with my purse. I buckled in then put my key into the ignition I turned on my car. I pulled out of the parking lot of the station. I drove back to the house that I recently moved into. Luckily Uncle Bobby and Buck had helped me move in. The house has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a decent size kitchen, a living room, a two car garage and a decent size back yard. I opened my garage door and pulled in and closed my garage door. I turned off my car and pulled the key out of the ignition. I grabbed my bag and purse then opened the car door getting out then closed the door. As I walked closer to the door leading into the house I got hear my dog marshmallow scratching on the door. I unlocked and opened the door. Marshmallow ran up to me jumping on my legs. I laughed and picked her up from the ground. She started licking my face making me laugh. “Alright come on you must be hungry.” I said as I put her back down on the ground. As I walked in the house she was at my heels. I sat down my bag and purse near the door. I went to go feed and water marshmallow. As she ate I started to fix me something to eat. I pulled my phone from my pocket and unlocked it outing on one of my many playlist then put it on the counter.

I decided to make some pasta. As the water was boiling I started to hum to the music I went to grab the noodles. The music stopped at my phone started to ring. I went over to my phone and sat the noodles down next to my phone. I looked to see who was calling me and it was Buck. I answer it and brought it up to my ear. “Hey Buck what’s up?” I said. “I just saw my sister naked.” Buck said. “I’m sorry.” I said. “I saw my sister naked. So you know how I’m staying at Abby’s place for the time being.” Buck said. “Yeah.” I said. “Well when I got back. I saw luggage’s and heard the shower. So I thought it was her.” Buck said. “I got I don’t need that image in my head.” I said. Buck started to laugh. “Oh come on you know you want that in your head.” Buck said. “No buck I don’t.” I said laughing a little. “So what are you doing?” Buck asked. “Just making me something to eat.” I said. “Yum what are you making?” Buck asked. “Just pasta.” I said. “Well with Bobby as your Uncle I bet you can every make pasta taste good.” Buck said. “Thanks Buck. So what you going to make?” I asked as I picked up the noodles and went to put them in the water. “I don’t know I might just fix some scrambled eggs.” Buck said. “Who are you talking to Evan?” I heard a female voice say. “Y/n. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Buck said. “Alright Buck I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said. I hung up and smiled as I shook my head. I finished my food and got my food plated I went over to my table as sat it down then I when to get something to drink. When I came back to the table I saw Marshmallow sitting down net to the chair looking up at the table. “Oh no sorry baby you can’t have any.” I said as I sat down. But she continued to look at me. “I’m not giving you any.” I said. Marshmallow let out a huff as she laid down on the floor.

Once I got done I went to take my dirty dishes to the sink then went to go put the leftover food away. After putting the left over away I put the dirty pan into the sink also. I started to play music again as I washed the dirty dishes and then put them in the dishwasher. After I got the dishwasher loaded I went to clean up around the kitchen.

When I got done cleaning up I decided to get some laundry done since I need to get some done. While the load of clothes were going thru the washer I grabbed the laundry basket that had laundry that needed to be folded and brought it into the living room and sat it down next the couch. I sat down and turn on the TV and put some supernatural on. Marshmallow jumped on the couch and lay down next to me as I started to fold what was in the basket.

I finished folding what was in the basket just as when the clothes in the washer needed to be switched over to the dryer. It had taken me a bit longer to fold because I got distracted by supernatural a few times. I switched the clothes over and started another load. I got done with that I walked back into the living room and grabbed some of the clothes. As I was putting my clothes I heard my phone ringing. I rushed over grabbing my phone from the couch to see who was calling me this time. It was Buck again.

“Buck I swear if you tell me about seeing your sister naked I will end you. Okay Bucky bear I will end you.” I said as I answered his call. “Okay you and I both know that you wouldn’t hurt a fly. Besides you’re so tiny. Which is why I’m going to help you get some muscles on those noodle arms of yours.” Buck said. “Okay first of all I don’t have noodle arms their weak nerd arms.” I said. “Okay weak nerd arms then. Bring some workout clothes with you when you come in tomorrow.” Buck said. “Uggg but that sound like hard work. I’m happy with my weak nerd arms. Why must you put me through some much tortured? Here I thought you loved me.” I said. “I do love you. You know that. All I’m say is that a few workouts won’t hurt you. We gotta stay fit in this line of work.” Buck said. “And I’m not fit now? You’re cutting kinda deep there Bucky bear.” I said. “I didn’t mean it like that.” Buck said. “Buck I’m messing with you. With as long has you’ve known me I would have think you be able to tell when I’m messing with you.” I said laughing. “I so knew you were messing with me the whole time.” Buck said laughing too. “Whatever helps you sleep at night Buck.” I said. “So what are you up to?” Buck asked. “Just watching some supernatural and getting caught up with my laundry.” I said. “You’re watching it without me how dare you.” Buck said pretending to act upset. “Clam down I’m watching episodes that we’ve already watched. Beside I’ve watching this for a while now I only just now got you into it.” I said. “And it has ruined my life so thank you.” Buck said. “Hey I tried to warn you.” I said. “It’s getting kinda of late I should probably go to sleep.” Buck said. ‘Yeah I’ll probably wait until I put my last load in the dryer then go to sleep.” I said. “You better.” Buck said. “Yes dad.” I said laughing. “I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n.” Buck said. “See you tomorrow Bucky bear.” I said. “I love you. You know that right?” Buck said. “Yeah I know. I love you two Bucky bear.” I said. “Bye Y/n.” Buck said. “Bye Buck.” I said and hung up.

#evan buckley imagine #eddie diaz imagine #hen wilson #eddie diaz #evan buckley #chimney han #bobby nash #9-1-1 imagines #9-1-1 imagine #9-1-1 on fox #kelsee's works #Do not reblog unless it's from me

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thewhitejournal · 3 years

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“The Intern” Part Four

Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader

(not my gif)

content warnings: description of a dead child, gunshot wound, cursing

hello all! i will disclose, this chapter contains an extremely cliché fanfiction trope. i’m using this to push our lovely reader and aaron together a little closer. also, sorry about the length, i might’ve gotten carried away. anyway, without further ado, enjoy!

“the intern” masterlist

Aaron pulled up and parked across the street from the hotel where the team was staying. He made the final motion on the wheel with just his palm, the simple and non-sexual action giving you a bit of butterflies in your stomach. He looked over at you with a small smile, and you offered him one back before the two of you stepped out of the car in almost perfect unison.

You rounded the front of the car and met him on the other side, standing next to each other while you waited for a car to pass. You stole a glance at him; he was staring straight ahead, but you were sure he knew you were looking at him out of the corner of your eye. The two of you crossed the street together, and Hotch held the door open for you, gentlemanly as ever.

You followed Aaron up to the receptionist’s desk. This hotel was decently nice, not five stars but not a complete dump either. The sudden urge to wrap your hands around his arm and cling to him came over you; you just loved his presence and it made you feel safe, especially in a place you’d never been before. He told the woman at the desk his name and that he was with the FBI and that he should have a room in his name with two separate queen beds.

Her brows furrowed as she typed away on her keyboard. She looked defeated. Aaron’s face donned a confused look; you were sure yours looked similar.

“Is there a problem?” He asked the woman. She sighed, still clicking and typing.

“I’m sorry sir, I can’t seem to find your name listed for a double bedroom.” He shook his head, telling her that was impossible.

“Our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, called ahead and reserved rooms for us.” You could tell he was starting to get frustrated. The thumb on the hand by his side was rubbing over his knuckles.

“I’m aware of that, sir, but there’s not a room like that left. We have a room with a single bed at the same price, or you could upgrade to our suite for a hundred dollars more with two separate king beds.” She looked up at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.

He sighed, pulling his wallet out of his coat. Flipping it open, he pulled out his card. “Just give me the single bed.”, he grumbled at her. It was kind of funny to see him bothered like this, but it was not the time to laugh. She took it from him, asking for ID from both of you. You both handed her your driver’s licenses, as your badge probably wouldn’t suffice in this instance.

She confirmed everything and handed Aaron the room key, telling you two to have a nice stay. He didn’t say a word to her, just picked up his go-bag and headed to the elevator. She looked at you like she expected you to say something. You just gave her an apologetic look and hurried after Aaron.

The doors to the elevator slid together, and it was the two of you alone again.

“Sorry about the room.” You said, in an attempt to break the somewhat awkward silence. You looked over at him. In a different situation, the silence likely wouldn’t have been awkward, but he was in kind of a mood.

He sighed, looking forward. “It’s okay, (Y/N).” He seemed to relax a bit, and you returned your gaze to the doors in front of you. With a chime, they opened again and Hotch took the lead out into the hallway.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather try to squeeze in with Prentiss and JJ? You don’t even have any clothes.” He asked you as you reached the door of the room. His brows were knitted together on his forehead, lips in a straight line. Did he not want to share a room with you? Or was he just trying to make you comfortable?

“Hotch, I can borrow some of their stuff if I need to. I don’t care to share a room with you. We’re adults, right?” You were suddenly very aware of the amount of space between your bodies; it wasn’t much. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head and looking at his feet. His laugh gave you butterflies.

“You’re right. I think they’re in room 207, down the hall. Go by and get anything you need and I’ll let you in when you get back.” He gave you a small smile and opened the door, closing it behind him. You took note of the number of your room, and turned on your heel and walked down the hall.

Once you found their room, you knocked lightly. “Who is it?” You hear Emily call from the other side of the door, but it doesn’t sound like she’s asking you. She sounds distant, probably busy doing something else in the room.

“It’s (Y/L/N)!”, JJ exclaims happily from the other side of the door. Not a moment later, she pulls the door open quickly. She greets you with a huge smile and pulls you into her arms.

“So, are you rooming with us? I mean, it’s kinda tight but I’m sure we can make room for you.”, Emily asked you once the door is shut behind you and you’re in the room. You glanced at the single bed behind the two of them. They must have lucked out of a double-bedded room, too. You laugh nervously, knowing full well they were about to tease you. Your gaze fell to your feet.

“I’m rooming with Hotch.”, you admitted to them. They gasped in unison. Emily covered her mouth, both of them staring at you with wide eyes.

“What?”, you ask them, feeling a bit embarrassed. They must’ve picked up on it.

“(Y/N)! That’s amazing! Just don’t be too loud in case the walls are thin.”, JJ retorted with a smirk on her lips. Your jaw fell and you playfully smacked her arm.

“It’s not like that, guys!”, you exclaimed. Emily rolled her eyes and JJ scoffed.

“Yeah, right. You can’t fool two profilers, not to mention women.” JJ had a point.

“What was with the jacket today, then?”, Emily asked you, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and a knowing smile on her face. You felt your cheeks start to heat up.

“I was cold! Besides, he wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer. Right, J?”, you tried defending yourself. JJ looked over at Emily with a look that said “she’s not wrong”.

“Okay, then why’d you knock on our door? Not that we don’t mind your company, (Y/N/N).”, JJ asked you. You explained you needed to borrow some clothes, and that whatever they could spare would be appreciated. Emily lent you some dress shirts and pants for the coming days ahead, and JJ handed you some underwear and a t-shirt and pants to sleep in. You hugged both of them and headed back out into the hallway, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach at an obnoxious speed.

Your knuckles sounded softly on the door to your room. Aaron didn’t answer right away, and you thought you heard the water running on the other side of the door. Maybe he was showering. Right as you were about to knock again, a dishevelled and dripping wet Aaron Hotchner answered the door. Of course, he was in nothing but a towel that was tied dangerously low, but you tried to ignore that part.

“(Y/N), sorry. I was in the shower.” He said. The water drops trickled down his face and on his bare chest, all the way down to…

“I see that.” You tried laughing off the feeling that was taking over your body at the moment, praying to any deity out there that he wasn’t catching on to your act. There was still a little soap in his hair. He stepped aside so you could come in, and you squeezed past his wet and muscular body. He mumbled another apology as you slid past.

“Hotch, you’re fine! Get back in the shower.” You smiled at him, and he returned one, maybe the biggest you’ve ever seen on him. He stepped back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Oh, he’s fine, alright.

You flopped onto the bed, trying to compose yourself by taking deep breaths. It wasn’t helping. You figured now was as good a time as ever to change, so you took off your blazer and then started unbuttoning your shirt, shrugging it off your shoulders and onto the bed. You undid the clasp on your bra, taking it off and putting it under your blazer. That was the last thing Aaron needed to see lying on the bed.

Your shoes and pants came next, then you pulled on the clothes JJ let you borrow. The shirt was super comfy. You sat down on the bed, folding your day clothes and placing them in the duffle bag you’d picked up at the airport. Just then, Hotch came out of the bathroom in a white t-shirt and red flannel pajama pants. Your heart did a backflip in your chest.

After zipping up your bag and placing it next to the nightstand, you laid down under the covers. Hotch walked over to the opposite side of the bed that you were on and grabbed a pillow, throwing it onto the sad excuse for a couch.

“Whatcha doin’?”, you questioned with a small smile on your face. He didn’t say anything, just pulled the extra blanket off the bed and unfolded it, laying it on the couch too.

“You can have the bed, (Y/L/N).” The tone in his voice was hard to pick up on. You couldn’t tell if he was opposed to the thought of sleeping beside you, or if he was just trying to be nice.

“Hey, we’re adults, remember? A flat piece of cardboard is probably comfier than that couch.” You softly patted the space next to you, and he chuckled, shaking his head at you. Surprisingly, without any argument, he picked up the pillow and blanket and climbed into bed with you.

The only light illuminating the room was the table lamp on your side of the bed. The soft, slightly yellow glow lit up Aaron’s features perfectly as he tried getting comfortable in the spot next to you. You just lied there and looked at him, hoping it wasn’t obvious you were admiring him. Once he finally seemed ready to go to sleep, you asked him if you could turn the light off. He said yes, so you leaned over and turned it off.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”, Aaron’s voice sounded out in the dark. You could hear his even breaths and smell his shampoo. You sure could get used to this, though you know you shouldn’t. You sighed contently.

“Goodnight, Hotch.”, you practically whispered, turning over so that your back faced him. You fell asleep faster than you thought.

The hours ticked by as the two of you rested in peaceful sleep, but at one point throughout the night, you thought you felt something on your back. It barely woke you; the sensation was light. At first, you weren’t sure what it was, but you soon deduced it had to be Aaron’s fingers, slowly and gently tracing shapes on your t-shirt. You didn’t question it; surely you were dreaming. But the touch, real or not, was so soft that drifted back into unconsciousness.

You awoke again to the sun streaming into the room, this time more alert. You were warm and relaxed, having slept better than you expected. Suddenly you realized the warmth was not from the sun, but from the man next to you. His chest was pressed up against your back and his left arm was draped over your waist. Your body tensed up, not knowing what to do. It was inappropriate, unprofessional. Then why did you enjoy it so much?

You relaxed again, glancing over at the alarm clock on the nightstand. You still had an hour and a half before you had to be at the station to get to work again. So, ten or fifteen more minutes like this shouldn’t harm anything. You shut your eyes and sighed contently. His breathing was shallow and even behind your head, and you could smell his natural smell. It was hard to describe. You imagined he smelled like what cinnamon and honey tea would taste like on a cold and snowy winter day, warm and cozy. Like home.

You opened your eyes again to see how much time had passed. It had been about fifteen minutes or so, so you decided to carefully slip out of his arms and get in the shower. You immediately missed his body next to yours, but you knew it wasn’t something you should get used to. As quietly as possible, you unzipped your bag and got out all the clothes you’d need. You found a towel under the sink and shut the bathroom door, starting up the water in the shower. You hoped you wouldn’t wake him; partially so he could sleep, but also you wanted to see him right when he woke up and hear his sleepy voice.

You left your pajamas on the bathroom floor and climbed in the shower, reveling in the feeling of the warm water running through your hair and over your body. The fact crossed your mind that yours and Aaron’s hair would have the same scent from the hotel’s shampoo and conditioner, and you weren’t opposed to the thought at all.

You finished your shower and got dressed, putting on a bra and black tank top you planned on wearing as an undershirt. Your dress pants slid over your legs next; you fastened them and admired the way they fit you in the mirror, checking for any flaws.

Next, you used the hotel’s little hairdryer and styled your hair the best you could with what you had, which wasn’t much. You liked how it turned out, though.

You picked up your clothes and pulled the bathroom door open, looking over to the bed to see Aaron sat up, typing away on his phone. He was probably answering emails or something, but you didn’t press him about it. You placed your clothes inside your bag.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” There was the sleepy voice you’d looked forward to hearing. He looked over at you, and you didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on you. His hair was messy but in a cute way. A soft smile graced his lips. You smiled at him in return, bare feet padding over the carpet to grab your black button-up shirt. Pulling it over your shoulders, you heard Hotch get out of bed behind you. You turned and looked over your right shoulder to see him picking up his duffle, placing it on the bed and unzipping it. You returned your focus to buttoning up your shirt, tucking it into your pants. When you turned back around, Aaron already had his pants and belt on and his white button-up was pulled on, left unbuttoned for the time being. He was quick.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang. “Hotchner.”, he said into the speaker, very matter-of-factly. You turned to face him, watching his face for any change in expression. His eyebrows knit together, and his eyes darted around on the carpet. The look in his eyes told you he was listening to whatever the person was saying, and it seemed urgent. He looked up at you, then back at the floor. “We’ll be there soon.” He hung up. You looked at him expectantly for an explanation.

“There’s another body. I’m going straight to the crime scene, do you want to come or should I have someone take you to the station with them?” The sentence itself might sound snarky, maybe even a little rude. But the tone in his voice was completely the opposite. He knew you were new, and he didn’t want to push your boundaries. You watched his fingers work the buttons on his shirt as you made a decision.

“I’ll go with you, Hotch.” He nodded, pulling his tie around his neck and tying it faster than you’ve ever seen anyone do. Aaron went to the bathroom to quickly comb his hair and brush his teeth. You realized you wanted to put mascara on, so you grabbed a spare tube that you kept in your purse and stood next to Aaron in the bathroom.

For people that hardly knew each other, you were having a lot of intimate moments together already. You felt like he was watching you put it on, but you were too focused and didn’t want to mess it up to try and confirm your suspicions. He was brushing his teeth, and the two of you were looking in the mirror. You smiled at him in it and he gave you a toothpaste-filled smile back. You laughed, careful not to smear your freshly applied mascara. He chuckled deeply. You loved how comfortable you already were around him.

You stepped out to slip on your blazer, making sure you had everything together for the day. He finished up in the bathroom and sat down on the bed to put his shoes on.

“Text the others and tell them I want Morgan and Prentiss to meet us at the scene and JJ, Reid and Dave to head to the station.” You nodded, pulling your phone from your pocket.

‘JJ, Hotch wants you, Reid, and Rossi at the station and Morgan and Em to meet us at the scene. Relay the message pls :)’

The phone vibrated in your hand.

‘Sure thing, boss lady ;)’

You rolled your eyes, smiling. You clicked your phone off and shoved it back into your pocket. Looking up, Hotch was pulling his blazer on and straightening his collar. He nodded for you to open the door, and you stepped out into the hallway. Aaron was right behind you, briefcase in hand. The two of you walked beside each other down the hallway and to the elevator. You couldn’t lie, walking next to him like this felt good.

‘You’d make a good power couple…’ The thought bounced around in your head. You tried ignoring it, but you couldn’t disagree. You definitely wouldn’t mind being Aaron Hotchner’s partner, and not just in the bureau.

The ride to the scene was comfortably silent. You watched the scenery outside the passenger side window go by as Aaron drove. Occasionally, you stole a glance at him. You couldn’t tell if you were just checking on him or if you wanted a little look at him. Either way, he didn’t seem to notice. If he did, he didn’t mention it or even seem to care.

The two of you stepped out of the SUV and Hotch led the way to the officials that were already there.

“Agent Hotchner. Thank you for coming on such short notice.” The officer shook his hand.

“This is Agent (Y/L/N).” Aaron’s hand gestured towards you, and the officer shook your hand as well. He gave you a curt nod, and let the two of you under the police tape.

You were a tad nervous; this was your first time seeing a dead body, and it was a child nonetheless. You just hoped Aaron didn’t pick up on it. You didn’t want him to think you couldn’t handle it just because you were nervous.

You were in the woods, pine trees surrounding you. The cool wind hit your skin, blowing your hair lightly. The body was covered with a sheet. Aaron gave you a look as if to ask if you were ready, before kneeling and throwing the sheet off.

The boy laid on his back, his slender arms crossed over his chest. His lips were blue and so were the tips of his fingers and his little toes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was made of ice. His skin was a pale white and looked to be very cold. The only clothes he had on were thin-looking pajama pants. You’d instantly felt bad for the boy; in the low overnight temperatures of Nebraska, he’d likely been very cold if he’d been alive when he was left here. You knew full well he was gone and had been for a while, but you just wanted to drape a couple of warm blankets over him.

When you didn’t move, Aaron looked up at you. “Are you okay?” His soft voice filled the air. You snapped out of it, looking over at him. Your head rested under your hand, your other arm pulled close to your chest. You only nodded. He turned his attention back to the body, gently picking up his hand. “Look. There’s skin under his fingernails. He fought his attacker.”

You knelt at his side, pulling on the gloves he’d given you earlier. Hotch pulled the skin back on his fingers to show you. He was right. Softly, he placed the boy’s arm where it was. You were looking at his neck, where the abrasions were from his asphyxiation. Despite everything, the boy looked at peace. You hoped he was.

Morgan and Prentiss approached behind you two, asking what you’d found. You both stood to greet them. Hotch explained everything he’d seen, just from observing. They discussed possible motives and things they knew now they could look for on the unsub, like defensive wounds from the boy.

“He’s showing signs of remorse. And he dumped the body in a more secluded area. Do you think he’s starting to regret what he’s done?” Morgan asked, to no one in particular it seemed. Hotch agreed with him.

“Let’s head to the station.”

You got back into the car, still processing what you’d seen. Hotch got in, looking over at you. It’s good that he’s good at his job, but not for you. He must’ve picked up on your feelings.

“(Y/N)? Are you sure you’re okay?”, Aaron asked you. You didn’t answer right away, your gaze fixed forward. You turned your head, looking into his soft brown eyes. They flickered around your face, trying to read your emotions. You offered him a sad smile.

“I’ve just never seen a dead body before, much less a kid. I don’t know, it just kind of made me sad.” Your voice got quieter as your sentence went on; you felt a couple of tears pushing at your water line.

He muttered your name and an apology, taking hold of your hand. His other hand slowly reached up to your face to wipe a tear away, one that you hadn’t even realized had fallen. He was careful not to smudge your makeup, you could tell in the way his thumb grazed over your skin. His hands were rough and calloused, but you didn’t mind it.

“If you’re not up for this…”, he started saying. You shook your head, squeezing his hand.

“I am, Hotch.” His lips formed into a tight smile, and he nodded at you. You expected him to let go of your hand, but he never did. He started the car and pulled out, making his way to the police station. Your hands were clasped the whole way there, his thumb rubbing over your skin every once in a while. You’d never seen him so vulnerable, yet it seemed to come so naturally to him with you. It was his comforting nature, one of the things you admire about him.

After about two hours and lunch from the local Chinese place, you worked together with the team to develop a solid profile for the unsub and a geographical profile as well. You could certainly get used to working cases like this.

Suddenly, a call from Garcia came through Morgan’s cell phone. “Baby girl, you’re on speaker. Behave.”

“Or what, you’ll spank me?” You stifled a laugh, looking around at the rest of the team. Most of them smiled and shook their heads, while Morgan rolled his eyes playfully.

“Garcia.”, Aaron said flatly. You could almost see her eyes widen.

“Sorry, sir. So, I ran the IP addresses of the people that Nathan had been chatting with and I think I found your guy, sending you the info now.” Just then, a text from Garcia came through with everything she’d found.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Morgan hung up the phone, and everyone looked at what she’d sent.

“He’s got a record, that’s for sure. And he fits the profile.” Prentiss noted aloud. You agreed. His nasty insides certainly showed on his outside, too. Looking at his mugshot made you cringe. Another text buzzed on your phone from Garcia.

‘PLEASE tell me something juicy happened with your roommate!!’

You smiled, rolling your eyes at her. You typed a response, telling her nothing happened, not mentioning the arms you woke up in. She wasn’t happy with your answer, but that’s how it had to be. A relationship between you and Aaron could not happen, no matter how much you wanted it to.

“Dave and Prentiss, go to the work address. The rest of us will go to his house.”, Hotch ordered. Everyone walked out to their respected cars. You climbed into the passenger seat of the SUV Aaron was driving, and Morgan, JJ, and Reid piled in the backseat. Hotch flipped the sirens and lights on and sped out of his parking spot.

The setting sun cast an orange glow on Aaron, lighting up his features in a beautiful way. The five of you made it to the house within ten minutes, followed by a parade of the local cops and SWAT. You all got out, and they strapped their vests on and affixed their earpieces. Hotch pulled out an extra vest and earpiece for you, helping you put them on.

He motioned for JJ and Reid to go around back and scope out, along with some cops and SWAT members. The rest of you went up the front door. Aaron announced that they were the FBI, and there was no answer. Morgan promptly kicked the door in, heading in with you and Hotch in suit. He directed the cops and Morgan to clear the first floor and brought you upstairs with him. Once you reached the top of the stairs, Aaron gave you one last look before taking the left hallway, telling you to clear the right one.

You were practically shaking, walking as quietly and slowly as possible. You cleared the first room, then walked into the second one. When you turned to check behind the door, the unsub was standing there, a gun aimed at you.

Your eyes grew wide. “Drop the gun. It’s over.” Your voice didn’t come out as confident as you’d hoped, and he smirked at you. Faster than you could process, he quickly fired a shot into your body, hitting your leg at what felt like your thigh. You fell to the ground, hitting your head on the wall behind you.

In your blurry vision, the unsub came into view, towering over you. You groaned in pain, clutching your leg. He smiled down at you; you heard him cock the gun again and the barrel came into view.

“Drop it, now!” Morgan’s voice boomed in the room. The unsub did as he was instructed, but a huge smile still on his face. You didn’t hear anything else Morgan told him to do, but he was yanked from the room by a SWAT officer, now wearing handcuffs. It was all you could do to focus on the white ceiling above you. Morgan knelt over you. “Hotch!”, he called over his shoulder.

Morgan took your hand, his other hand cradling your face. “Kid, hey, stay with me.” He muttered something into his mic, something about needing a medic. You heard footsteps growing closer. Your eyes kept rolling in the back of your head, the pain shooting in your leg taking its effect.

Someone told Morgan to go, told him to make sure the medics had some specific things with them. Aaron came into view above you. He quickly knelt beside you, taking your hand.

“(Y/N), look at me.” You did your best to do so, angling your body towards him, but that just made the pain worse. You moaned in pain, squeezing your eyes shut. “Don’t move, the paramedics are on their way.” His voice was low, his hand holding your head up.

“Aaron…”, you gasped out. Weakly, you reached to touch his arm. “Don’t leave me…”, you trailed off, your eyes fluttering shut.

“(Y/N), stay awake for me, can you do that?” He whispered. Your eyes opened back up, looking him in the eyes. You thought you saw a glimmer on his cheek. He let go of your hand and unfastened his tie.

“This is going to hurt. I’m sorry.” You weren’t sure what he meant until you felt a restriction on your leg. It felt like he was going to cut it off. You cursed under your breath, groaning again. Aaron muttered another apology.

“Fuck, it hurts, Hotch…” You could barely form a coherent thought. He mumbled that he knew, pulling you from the ground and up into his arms. Suddenly, the cool evening air hit your skin, and the last thing you remembered was Hotch’s warm body against yours and the smell of the hotel shampoo, your face buried into his chest.

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Partners to Lovers Masterlist

After Me Comes the Flood (ao3) - monanotlisa steve/natasha E, 10k

Summary: She's an international spy who just burned herself. He's a national hero who just burned down a government agency. Together with their friend who flies like a bird, they fight crime.

Or: Happy birthday, Steve Rogers!

coming home (ao3) - hereforthehurts bucky/sam G, 1k

Summary: He leaves, and he still doesn’t know what to call this place.

OR: Four times Bucky Barnes came over to Sam's home and the one time he calls it his home.

I had a dream (you were in it) (ao3) - Cap_Sweet_And_Salty_Sadness bucky/tony E, 12k

Summary: The street noises assault them when they step outside, Bucky particularly with his enhanced hearing. There are vendors, young men selling their newspapers, gossipers, horses with carts trotting down the paved road. People closest to the duo throw them curious looks, and Tony immediately knows why, given that the men are dressed up in three-piece suits and women in a diverse range of long dresses with petticoats, some twice as large as them.

"Um." Bucky hides his daggers somewhere on him that Tony is too scared to ask.

"Maybe this is just a Victorian convention," Tony weakly says, his headache only intensifying. Bucky picks up a discarded Daily Mail. "Maybe a Victorian city convention?"

"I doubt it." The date on top is 1888. "We space and time traveled to London in full Victorian bloom." Bucky stares at the front page, shoves it back at Tony. "Middle of Jack The Ripper era, on top of that."

I'll explain everything to the geese (ao3) - napricot bucky/sam E, 50k

Summary: Bucky is so competent that it hurts my feelings is not a rational complaint to have about a person, and yet, after a year of being Captain America and partnering up with Bucky for the new and improved, post-Blip Avengers, that’s kinda how Sam’s feeling.

It’s not great. It maybe leads to Sam making some rash, ill-advised decisions like claiming he has a previously undisclosed superpower, and then getting caught in a web of lies when he ends up actually developing that surprisingly inconvenient superpower. Talking to birds had seemed like a harmless superpower, but it turns out that birds have a lot of opinions, and they don’t hesitate to tell Sam about them, especially when it comes to his supposedly subpar courting skills. Which is ridiculous, because Sam isn’t courting Bucky. Right?

I'm Not Worth The Time (ao3) - Cobrafantasies sam/bucky E, 12k

Summary: Sam walks in on Bucky getting blown in a bathroom and it changes their relationship forever. Or Sam and Bucky start casually hooking up and don't know how to talk about what they actually want.

In the Cool of the Evening (ao3) - imaginationrunsfree scott/hope M, 7k

Summary: After Germany, his second arrest and his betrayal, Hope Van Dyne is not sure she ever wants to see Scott Lang again. But when he has a dream about her mother trapped in the Quantum realm, she's willing to put her feelings aside to help bring her back. Little does she realize, doing so may not be as easy as she thought. *MAJOR spoilers for Ant-Man and the Wasp.*

Just Between Us (ao3) - LiandravZ steve/natasha G, 43k

Summary: Two years had gone by since they last saw each other. The big question is: how do you talk to someone whose heart you've shattered?

Does it ever begin with a, hello? hey? Or Hi, how have you been? She doesn’t have a fucking clue.

One for the now, and eleven for the later (ao3) - Amandjnx carol/natasha T, 37k

Summary: Natasha Romanoff, a Detective for the NYPD, followed her Captain and transfered to a new precinct where she get a new partner, Carol Danvers

only a wound that love had opened (ao3) - andibeth82 clint/natasha T, 9k

Summary: On Natasha’s first day at S.H.I.E.L.D., on her first full day as someone free of brainwashing or past mistakes, there are people that look at her like she’s still something that can be broken, like she’s still a bomb that will go off if you punch in the wrong code while trying to figure out another way to diffuse it.

And then there’s Clint.

(or, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanov throughout the years: the story of a spy learning to love a soldier.)

On my shoulders, the weight of my feelings (ao3) - jscar bucky/sam E, 23k

Summary: Sam and Bucky reconnect after month of just going on missions together.

Quickly, lots of hidden feelings break free and well... they fall in love.

Paths Through the Clutter (ao3) - archers_and_spies clint/natasha G, 5k

Summary: “Barton,” she says warily, “I’m not a Mender. You need—”

“I don’t care,” Clint interrupts, grabbing his heart and thrusting it right under her nose. “Do me this one favour, Nat.”

periodical (ao3) - starklystar sam/bucky G, 2k

Summary: Sam and Bucky sit down for a magazine interview and a buzzfeed quiz. It somehow ends up less chaotic than expected.

Some Strings Attached (ao3) - t_fic (topaz), topaz, topaz119 (topaz) clint/natasha E, 9k

Summary: "You," Natasha says slowly, "thought we should do something for Valentine's Day?"

"Yeah," Clint says, simple and direct, and Natasha is beginning to think she might never truly understand him or his motivations. "I made reservations and everything."

The Blue Planet (ao3) - aurilly bucky/loki E, 6k

Summary: Bucky gets hit with sex pollen while fighting space monsters with Loki.

Unfortunately, Loki doesn't immediately realize that's what's happening.

there’s no way that it’s not going there (with the way that we’re looking at each other) (ao3) - tryalittlejoytomorrow clint/natasha E, 6k

Summary: Clint and Natasha go undercover as a married couple. There's a red dress, and guns fastened to garters, and Clint is losing his mind.

Pre-Avengers.

Trust Building Exercises (ao3) - chezamanda clint/natasha E, 6k

Summary: From the moment Clint brought a young Natasha to work for S.H.I.E.L.D., he had been impressed with her abilities and perseverance. Over the years, their partnership grew and Clint realized that not only did he trust Natasha with his life, he had fallen in love with her.

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Cave Man

Warnings: fluff

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Rafael stood at the airport arrival gates, looking through the glass windows searching the crowd making their way into the arrivals hall, his tummy filled with butterflies and his hands sweaty. He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair to flatten it out and then reached down to his bearded face flattening that out. It had been nearly two years since he had any reminders of his past in Manhattan, other than the odd chat here and there with Liv and the odd times being on social media seeing what had been happening in your life, which by the looks of it wasn’t much. He felt guilty to have not had stayed in contact with you more but he didn’t need a reminder of the regret he felt not making a move when he had the chance. But when he got a phone call from Liv to say her, the new detective Kat and you were coming to Iowa to host a summer Sex Crimes training fortnight with at the local Police Department he jump at the chance to try and re-connect with you.

Liv and Kat were going to be in town for the first week, and then you would be there by yourself for another week before heading home. He knew it wasn’t much time between everything, but he was going to do whatever he could to right this part of his past.

He looked up at the arrivals board and seen that your flight had landed. He rocked on his feet and looked around at the crowd seeing the happiness on others faces when their loved ones walked through the gates to them and he smiled to himself thinking about seeing you again. Just then he looked back through the glass and he almost forgot to breathe. His eyes met your smiling face. You were laughing looking at the young women walking next to you, Kat he guessed. In your tight skinny black jeans, light blue jean shirt with sleeves rolled up and white runners. Your hair down around you, your sun glasses sitting on top of your head, pulling your suit case behind you and Liv on your other side talking on the phone.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, when yours finally met his. Your face lit up with a huge smile, you waved and nudged Liv pointing him out to her and she waved. You guys made your way out the gates. You handed Kat your case and you walked towards the bathroom, while Liv and Kat walked towards Rafael. He cleared his throat when Liv made it to him, both grabbing each other for a massive embrace. They pulled back and looked at each other for a moment,

“Kat” Liv turned to face her “This is Rafael Barba, Barba this is Katriona Tamin, Y/N’s new partner”

“Nice to meet you Mr Barba, I’ve heard a lot about you” Kat held out her hand to shake his, Rafael shaking hers back, Liv chuckled.

“All good I hope” he smirked back looking over at Liv.

“Of course” Kat smiled.

Rafael nodded and reached into his pocket pulling out a set of car keys handing them to Liv “Mine is the grey Mazda” he nodded out the doors leading to the road in front of the airport “I’ll wait here for Y/N, you guys go ahead”

You walked out of the bathroom after freshening up and trying to tame the butterflies, you looked up scanning the arrival hall when your eyes locked with Rafael’s again and your whole body shook from nerves, “Relax” you said to yourself taking a deep breath while walking towards him. As you walked to him you looked him up and down in his dark jeans and white short sleeved Henley,

“You’re a sight for sore eyes Detective” Rafael wrapped his arms around your shoulders, yours moving to wrap around his middle “You look so great” he said into your ear.

You pulled back away from him reaching up to rest your hand on his chin rubbing your thumb along it,

“I like that cave man look Barba, it suits you”.

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“Are you upset they didn’t ask you to go?” Kat looked over at you from where she was sitting on the pool step to where you were standing in the water.

“Na, him and Liv were always pretty tight I was just kinda there, you know?”

“Trust me, you weren’t just kinda there, I caught him staring more than once. What was it like seeing him again after so long?”

“Ridiculous, I haven’t been that nervous since I walked into his office last” you rolled your eyes with a huff.

“Maybe there might be a holiday romance” Kat wolf whistled and you burst out laughing shaking your head, splashing her with water.

“Don’t they have curfews on hotel pools? This isn’t the city Detectives” you spun around and seen Rafael smirking at you, Liv standing next to him looking over the gate from other end of the pool.

“We have 10 minutes left Dad is that ok?” you shot back with a cheeky half smile.

Liv opened the pool gate door and they both made their way to sit on a white outdoor table with four chairs around it. Kat didn’t move from her spot on the pool step but she watched Rafael as he watched you walk out the water and up the steps picking up your towel. He couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked in your high waisted bikini. The briefs where black with big sun flowers all over it and the top was a yellow halter neck,

“I never told you how much I like your bikini Y/N” Kat said still watching Rafael for his reaction. Rafael licked his lips and looked down at the table.

You gave Kat a funny look “Ah thanks” you smiled as you wrapped the towel around your waist and went to sit next to Liv at the table.

“So, Barba is going to take us out for dinner tomorrow night, you guys good with that?” Liv looked between you both. You nodded looking over at Rafael who smiled back at you.

****

Rafael pulled his lips back from yours and watched as you opened your eyes, your cheeks and chin slightly red from the intense kiss and from his beard rubbing on your skin,

“I should have done that a long time ago” he looked into your eyes, cupping one of your cheeks “You know I can’t turn back time, but I regret not making a move sooner and I want to fix that”

You face instantly changed, you pushed him slightly off you and your eyes filled with tears,

“I haven’t seen or heard from you since you moved here, I have been here two weeks and you decide on my last night here you want make a move? Did you think you could get it in before I left?”

“No Y/N, please let me explain” Rafael grabbed your hands bringing them up to his chest.

“It better be good Rafael” you pulled your hands away, turning to unlock your hotel room door. You walked in, Rafael following close behind closing the door. You toed off your shoes and sat down on one of the chairs at the small round table crossing your arms across yourself looking up at Rafael frowning.

“You’re upset with me?” Rafael moved to sit on the other chair from the table after moving it in front of you.

“Of course I’ am upset with you- you left not giving me a second thought- then- 2 weeks I’ve here and tonight- I leave tomorrow”

“I know and it’s my fault for not moving faster, but I wanted to reconnect with you first. Try to somewhat make up for lost time”

“And you thought 2 weeks would make up for almost 2 years of lost time?” you raised your brows at him.

“No- but being around you again reminded me of how much I have missed being around you. You always brightened my days. I miss you walking into my office with that beautiful smile, and how you would bring me coffee and squeeze my arm when you were sucking up for a warrant. These last couple weeks are the happiest I have been since I left Manhattan. Knowing you were sitting behind me during a trial- I miss your lips on my cheek after a night out drinking. I miss all of you.” Rafael looked down to the floor rubbing his hands over his face sighing “I don’t want you to leave”.

You were so wrapped up in what Rafael was saying you hadn’t noticed you were crying till tears rolled down you cheeks. Rafael looked up at you and his heart broke seeing you like that.

“Please don’t cry Y/N” He lent forward resting his hands on your thighs.

“Why-why didn’t you tell me? You could have called” you voice was low.

“That’s not something you say over the phone. Your worth more than that”

“Worth more to you then that? You haven’t spoken to me since you left” you snapped.

“I know” Rafael said just above a whisper “It was my way of dealing with moving away from everything- moving away from you.”

Rafael look up into your eyes. You both sat there for a long moment just starring at each other, silence filling the room.

“I don’t think I can be away from you again.” Rafael spoke first. Rafael’s hands were still on your thighs, you rested one of yours on top of his, your fingers intertwining together, your other reaching up to cup his bearded cheek,

“Then come home”

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The Marriage Project (3)

Anddddd I’m back with this bby. Sorry I’ve been slowing down some of my content. Last Friday I had to deal with family health matters on top of schoolwork and a sorority function I had to be at. Anyways.

High school AU. Tom Holland. Yeah.

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Warnings: mild language

Rating: Between T and M

Word Count: 2351

% approximately the 3rd week of September %

You’d had two away volleyball games that week and Tom had an away football game, so by Saturday you were exhausted. Your Friday game hadn’t been too far, but the football team had traveled a decent distance, so you figured they’d gotten home late.

You still showed up at Tom’s on time, though, as planned the day before.

Nikki opened the door at your arrival.

“Oh, hey, y/n! Come on in!”

You returned her greeting and entered, looking around expectantly.

“If you’re looking for Tom, he’s not up yet. They got home pretty late last night.”

“I figured that would be the case.”

You noticed that on the dining room table were a few grocery bags.

“Oh, do you need help with those? I can wait on Tom,” you offered.

“No don’t worry about those bags, but if you’re looking to do something, I was about to make some apple pies for a get together tomorrow. I’d love your help.”

You agreed and followed her into the kitchen. After peeling and chopping apples for a few minutes, someone else walked into the kitchen.

“Well who’s this? I don’t remember having a daughter,” Tom’s dad said. You turned to look at him and smile, then continued cutting fruit.

“Oh Dominic you know y/n. She’s the one Tom’s always talking about, competing and whatnot. They’re doing that marriage project together.”

Your face heated up so you continued to look down at the apple.

He talks about me? Like how much he hates me or what?

“Yes of course, how could I forget? You’re one of the best soccer players I’ve seen! Good to see you again,” he said.

“Nice seeing you, too, Mr. Holland.”

“Please, call me Dom. Now how come you’re down here and not with Tom?”

“I was waiting for him to get up. Plus, Nikki promised me a slice,” you grinned.

“Well I’d definitely call that a fair trade. Nikki’s pies are the best in the world,” he turned to his wife, “I’ll be back in a bit. I’m meeting with the publisher today.”

“Good luck, honey. I’m sure you’ll be great,” Nikki encouraged, giving her husband a quick peck.

“Thanks, dear. Once again, it was nice seeing you, y/n. Feel free to come make desserts here any time,” he joked and you just laughed and waved.

A few minutes after he’d left, Nikki spoke up again.

“You know, y/n. I’m glad you and Tom were paired up for this project. I’ve really liked having you around the past few weeks, and it seems like Tom has learned a lot from you. I mean, He even went out and bought some pads and tampons and things for his bathroom this week.”

Now your face really burned.

“He did?”

“Yeah. He said he’d better be safe than sorry. I’m glad you two look out for each other like that, even if you are rivals. By the way, I made sure he didn’t get the cardboard ones,” she added. With that, you fell into rhythmic silence.

Not long after, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. From the hall, Tom’s voice called out.

“Mom? It’s almost 2. Have you heard anything from-” he walked through the kitchen door. “Oh. You’re here. What are you doing?”

You grabbed a towel to wipe off your hands as you turned to face him.

“I got here at 1 but felt bad about you getting home late so I’ve just been helping your mom make pie. She promised me a slice.”

“You’re really gonna give her some mom? She doesn’t even deserve to see how they’re made!”

“Oh Tom I swear. Y/n is a nice girl, just get over yourself. But, if you two want to go get to work I think I’ve got it handled from here. I’ll bring you both some when the first one’s done.”

You grabbed your bag and headed up behind Tom and got to work quickly. Eventually you took a break when Nikki brought up pie and ice cream as promised with a couple waters.

You ate in silence, Tom leaned against his bed and you against the wall across from him, when something she had said earlier popped into your head.

“Hey, Tom?”

“Yeah princess?” he replied, not looking up. You rolled your eyes and continued.

“Your mom said something earlier that I wanted to ask about.”

“If she told you anything incriminating it’s not true.”

“Suuuureeee. Anyways, she said you, uh, stocked up your cabinet in the bathroom. That’s really cool of you.”

“Yeah, well, can’t have you bleeding everywhere now can we? But, em. Yeah. The fact that you were so panicked over something that seems so trivial spoke pretty loud. I thought it’s better to just stay safe.”

You sat in silence for a little bit, just eating.

“Mind if I ask you something?” he said.

“Shoot.”

“What does it feel like? You know? They don’t mention that stuff in health articles.”

You contemplated for a little bit before answering.

“Well… like I said before, it’s different for everyone, but I’ll try my best. Cramps are kinda like being scratched and punched from the inside all at once. Freebleeding just feels like… wet and sticky. I find it disgusting so I wear mostly tampons.”

“Interesting. Thanks, princess.”

Once finishing off your snack, you got back to work. By the time you were done, it was almost 4.

“See you Monday, y/n”

“Yep. Oh, by the way, I have a small volleyball tournament next weekend so I can’t do Saturday. Is Sunday okay or do you wanna get together another day?”

“Can you do Thursday? We just have morning workouts that day.”

“Yeah I have practice last period so I’ll just shower and meet you in the parking lot? We can go to my place.”

“Can’t. I have to take the boys home.”

“If you want, you can take them home and I’ll pick you up. It’ll give me time to shower and change and then we can just carpool.”

“I don’t know. Sure you even know how to drive?”

“I’ll have you know I passed that test with flying colors sophomore year.”

Eventually he agreed and with that you were back out the door, giving one final thanks to Nikki.

By Wednesday you and Tom had finished your little quilt and Mrs. Flynn loved it.

You and Tom obviously didn’t play when it came to grades, even if it was home economics.

Thursday, you were leaving your last class before practice and reminded Tom you were picking him up that afternoon, to which his friends looked at him funny and kinda messed with him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

When you pulled up into his driveway after school, he plopped into the passenger's seat and held out a foil-wrapped object in his left hand.

“What is that?” you asked.

“My mom wanted you to have it. She made bread.”

“Oh. Well thanks. I’ll have to thank her for it next time I see her. You can just set it in the back seat for now.”

You drove back to your place, pulling into the garage and leading Tom through the door. Your parents were still at work, so you told Tom you’d just work in the living room.

“I don’t want them to say anything weird about us being home alone in my room,” you explained.

You sat on the floor quietly typing when you remembered something.

“Hey, how did you do on the calc test?”

“95. You?”

“Damn. 94. I’ll make a comeback next time,” you joked, earning an eye roll.

After a half hour, your mom came home.

“Hey honey, how was your day? Did you beat Tom in whatever you were competing with him in today?” she asked, part joking since she knew of your rivalry well.

“It was fine, and mom. We have a guest, remember?” you said through gritted teeth.

She looked over the couch, where she found Tom waving at her awkwardly.

“Oh. Hi there. I forgot you were coming over today. So sorry about that.”

“No worries, Mrs. y/l/n. I beat her by a point today so it evens out,” he joked. You were annoyed at his banter with your mom and cut it off.

“Okay, well, Tom. Let’s go finish this in my room now that my mom’s home,” you said, getting everything and carrying it to the bedroom.

You tossed your bag and papers on the floor and quickly picked up some random things laying around, such as a pair of volleyball shoes and stray athletic socks. You especially rushed to snatch a rogue lace bra.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Tom standing still, looking around the room like you had the first time at his house.

Your walls were light grey but covered in your paintings and other art. One shelf mounted to a wall held all of your ribbons and trophies from sports, quiz bowl, and art fairs. Your bedspread was baby pink and sheets light yellow, and the same pink was strewn around the room in the form of desk accents and other blankets. You had a large plush cat resting near your pillows.

“Wow. So you’re like… a real girl. Huh.” he stated flatly. You stood up from tossing everything into your closet.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, like, you’re all tough and smart and sporty but you have pink everywhere and a stuffed animal on your bed.”

“You do realize women are complex creatures right? Considering we’re human and all?”

“Yeah, of course. I guess I’ve just never seen this side of you. I shouldn’t have worded it that way. Sorry.”

It surprised you to hear Tom apologize over something so small. Usually he would stand his ground, wave you off, or just move on.

“It’s fine. I just hate when people stereotype, you know? Like I can love science, art, sports, pink, sweatpants, and skirts all at the same time. And I do. And I’m not trying to sound like the ‘I’m not like other girls’ girl, because I am a girl, but I’m more than just one side or the other.”

“So why do you hide the ‘typically girly’ stuff? I’ve never seen you at school wearing a pink dress and makeup. I mean even at dances you always wear dark colors and at parties I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in something other than jeans or shorts.”

You shrugged as you made your way onto the floor next to your computer, Tom following suit.

“I guess I try to stick to one aesthetic. I mean, it already seems to shock the administration that I’m good at and enjoy doing two sports, art, and honors stuff. I don’t think they could handle another layer of me,” you chuckled. “Isn’t there anything you hide?”

He thought about it for a few seconds, leaning his head against the wall.

“Well, I guess you know this now, but I like Spider-Man.”

“Yeah, but it’s considered normal for guys to like comic book characters. When I tell people I like Spider-Man, they just assume I have a crush on the actor. Come on, there has to be something you don’t show off at school.”

“Okay fine. I’ve got a couple. One, I actually like to cook. A lot. It almost kills me to be partnered up with the guys sometimes because they’re so clueless in the kitchen. And two, I love dance. I did it for a bit as a kid but got embarrassed and decided to go the normal sports route. I still go to the Nutcracker every year, though.”

You found yourself smiling at his honesty.

“Really? You know my mom put me in little kid ballet classes for a while, but I was really disruptive in class because I had too much energy, so I got into other sports instead. Has the football team never done a ballet class? I know some schools make them.”

“One summer. Maybe two years ago? We were doing a team building thing and they made us take one. I couldn’t make myself pretend to be bad so I just let everyone believe I was a natural talent,” he laughed, causing you to do the same. “You should’ve seen those guys. That’s probably one of my best football memories.”

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while. You couldn’t remember a time that you both were open to each other without the slightest bit of tension.

After a few more moments, you both got back to work.

You didn’t realize that it was past 5 o’clock until your mother was at your doorway telling you dinner was ready.

“Feel free to stay. We’d love to have you for dinner, Tom,” she offered, then went back to the kitchen.

“Do you mind? I can just walk home if not.”

“Just stay, man. What’s one dinner? I’d feel at least somewhat bad to make you walk all the way home. We’re done for the week anyways, so I’ll just drive you after we eat.”

You led him to the kitchen, where your mom had cooked some ravioli and tossed a salad. You built your plates and thanked your mom, then sat at the dining room table.

You ate in awkward silence since your parents were in the living room. Your dad had greeted you and Tom when he came home from work, not really realizing who Tom was.

Once your plates were practically cleaned, you cleared the table and took Tom home.

“Thanks again for dinner and driving me. Good luck this weekend.”

Who is this guy and where did he take Tom? He never wishes me luck.

“Yeah no problem. Thank your mom for the bread. And good luck on your game tomorrow, too. I hear it’s gonna be a tough one.”

”They just haven’t met me yet,” he joked, then got out of the car and headed to the door. He tossed one last wave back as you pulled away.

A/N: I’m happy to be posting the next part and with the free time that I have at the moment of formatting this I’m hoping that I can reedit ch 4 and have it up by next week. As always, love you all and thanks for reading!

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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 3 years

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In the Heart Of the Wolf (WWE College au)

AN- This is my first attempt at a College AU. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1

Ashers POV

'Make a U turn as soon as possible.'

I groan as I look for somewhere to turn around. Forty god forsaken hours in all in the car, and I really needed to get out and stretch my legs. I probably should have sooner, but I wanted to get here as soon as I could.

'Turn left in 400 feet.'

As I turn I finally see the sign for the college. I saw signs directing cars in where to go, and thankfully there's not a lot of people here as only Freshman have to be here today. As I drove I looked around and saw it was a pretty nice campus, not that I knew what any of the buildings were for. I saw a parking lot where lots of other people were, so I took that was where I was supposed to be. I circled the parking lot about 3 times before finding a place to park. Once I did I climbed out of my car, practically falling over as my legs got used to standing.

"Ok, now what?" I whispered to myself looking around. I decided on following the crowd, and wiped some sweat off my forehead. I wasn't really used to being out in the sun a lot, and was dressed in black leggings with jean short shorts, and a black Umbrella Academy sweatshirt. Definitely not Florida summer weather. As I walked I found different tables with letters on idly for last name. "Ok, where is J?" I said to myself looking down the line. Thankfully there was only a few people at that table, so I walked right up.

Two girls were at the table, if I had to guess, they were at least sisters. Both had brown hair and the same face shape, but one had their hair straightened with a tad bit more makeup then the one with curled hair. "Hi! Name please?" The one with straight hair asked. "Oh, um Asher Jackson" I said quickly.

"Nice to meet you Asher. I'm Brie Bella, welcome to Palm Beach University!" The one with curled hair said, or I guess brie. "Found it! Oh, your in our housing unit!" The one with straight hair said. "Oh, I'm Nikki, by the way. Nikki Bella." So they were sisters. "Nice to meet you both." I said shaking there hands. Brie bent over looking for something as Nikki continued to talk. "So at PBU, instead of dorms, everyone gets a housing unit. So there's a group of guys and girls that all live in a big house, you'll get a room and then everyone shares like the kitchen, living area, and so forth." She explained as Brie sat up, holding a bag.

"This is a small gift for all the freshmen. It has a map of the campus, a schedule, your house key, and a few other things." She said hanging me the bag with a smile. "Nikki, text Drew or someone to get over here so they can help her find the house and get her things in." Brie said but Nikki just rolled her eyes. "Already did!" Just then a guy walked up. He was super tall, and had on a leather jacket.

"Hey lassies, what do y'all need?" He asked, his Scottish accent vary obvious. "This is Asher, she's in our house, so I figured you could help her find it and such." Brie said looking down to write something down. "Oh! I almost forgot, Asher, the house is 402. Drew will show you it." She said smiling up at me. I nodded and turned to the larger man. "Lead the way." He said motioning forward.

I walked quickly to my car, Drew following right behind me. Once at the car I turned to look at him. "You don't have to show me, I'm sure I'll find it eventually." I say quickly. "Don't worry about is dear, don't really have anything better to do. Sophomores don't have to be here until tomorrow." He said shrugging. "Do you want to drive and have me tell you where to go, or should I drive?" He asked.

"How about I let you drive and kidnap me." I said smiling a bit. He looked shocked for a moment before chuckling. "Your going to be fun, get in the car, I'll tell you where to go." After driving for about 5 minutes, he pointed at a large Blue house. "That's the one." I parked and popped the trunk so I could start to unload. I took two suitcases and drew grabbed two boxes. "There's probably someone in there that can grab the last of your things." He said walking up to the door, giving me no real choice but to follow him.

The door was propped open and we walked in. It lead right into a large living room with a L shaped couch. On my left I could see the dining room and past that was a kitchen. The whole thing was vary open, so if you're ere in the living room you could talk to someone in the kitchen. On the couch there were a few boys sitting playing video games. Two had long flowing black hair and one had short reddish brown hair. "Reigns, Rollins, Ambrose! Get off your asses and help this lovely girl get moved in!" Drew yelled at the boys. After pausing there game, the got up walked over to great us.

"You must be the one taking Natalias room." One of the boys with brown hair said. Now up close I could see one had brown hair and the other had more black. "Natalia moved?" Drew asked sounding surprised. "Ya, apparently all of us are 'Just to much!'" The one with reddish brown hair said making his voice squeaky to mock whoever Natalia is. He then turned to look at me. "You don't mind to much right?" He asked eyebrow raised.

"Most people use that word to describe me." I say smiling, making all four of them laugh. "She's a keeper." The one with Black hair said. He had a significantly lower voice then the rest of them.

"Well, I guess I can show her to her room, will you three go and grab the last of her things?" Drew asked. "Oh! They don't have to. I can make a few trips, it's no problem." I say trying to cut in, but the guy with Brown hair shakes his head. "Na. A beautiful girl like you shouldn't have to get her own things. We've got it, it's kinda the reason we're here a day early." He said before all three walked outside.

"Come on, your room is up on the third floor." Drew said already walking up the stairs. "Men are on the second floor, women on third. There's a communal bathroom on each floor, and the bottom floor has kitchen, living room, and a few extra rooms for rec activities and such. Out back is a pretty big yard, not much is set up, but tomorrow the rest of the people that live here should be here." He explains as we walk up the steps. I have no idea how he's walking up the steps, carrying two large boxes, and talking so much.

Once on the third floor he walks me down the hall. "That door is the bathroom, you share it with 9 other girls. And this is your room!" He said stopping at the last door in the hall. He balanced the boxes in one hand and opened the door. The room was pretty nice, an empty bed, a desk and chair, bookshelf, and dresser on each side of the room. There was a large window with a nice view of the campus. "Ok, the other three should be up here with your things. Um, they don't really care what you do with the room, make it yours. But don't like, paint the walls, or destroy the place. Your roommate will probably be here tomorrow. Any questions?"

I was a bit frazzled by all the information, but I did have one question. "So counting me, there's 10 girls in the house, and I'm guessing there's 10 boys, so..... 20 people live here?" I questioned. I was exactly shy, but I didn't LOVE people ether. And by how they all talk to each other they all clearly know each other. "Ya, but don't worry about it. You would be shocked by how empty the place can be. Plus, everyone gets along, and if anyone gives you shit, you've got a big scary dude to set them straight." He joked pointing at himself.

"I think you mean 4, but I can understand your mistake." I turn to see the three boys walking in. Some how they got all my shit in the house in one go. "Ya, I'm sure they'll be afraid of you Rollins." Drew said rolling his eyes. "Now, we should leave this fine girl be, she has things to do." He said walking out. I stoped the other three before they could. "I didn't catch your names." I pointed out.

"Seth Rollins." The one with brown hair said shaking my hand. "I'm Roman Reigns." The one with a deep voice said. "And that's Dean Ambrose." Roman said motioning over to the one with reddish brown hair who nodded to me. "Well, I'm Asher Jackson. Nice to meet all three of you." I say. They don't stick around to long and I turn to look at all the boxes I needed to unpack.

"This is the shity part." I mumble opening the first one. The first few boxes had clothes in it, and because I fold all my clothes except really nice things, it goes relatively quickly. Then I start to get to my personal items. I have a few pictures I put up of my family, and I put all my school supplies on the desk. I put everything I want on walls in a pile, I'll have to go to the story latter to get things to hang it up with, and I put my sheets on the bed. I set my Guitar in the corner of the room out of the way, not sure how much I'll use it. "Now, is there a target near by?" I ask myself turning my phone on and opening google maps. Luckily there was one about 5 minutes from campus.

I walk downstairs keys in hand planing on just a quick run to the store. "Hey Asher!" I turn to see Rollins in the kitchen a cup in his hand. "Where you off to?" He questioned taking a drink of the liquid I am choosing to believe is water. "Target. Need to get a few things." I say brushing some of my hair out of my face. "Mind if I come? This house has no food in it yet, and there's no way in hell Im listening to Ambrose complain about no food all night." I chuckle at him but nodded. He smiled and started to follow me out when a voice stopped us.

"Where you two sneaking off to?" Dean called from the couch. "Target ." Seth called back. Dean practically jumped over the couch at that. "Dude, I wanna come! You in Reigns?" Roman looked up from his phone with his eyebrow raised.

"Your joking right? I refuse to go to Target with you two ever again." He said shanking his head. I looked at the two of them a bit nervous. "Hold up. Red flag, why won't he go to Target with you guys?"

"Don't listen to him Asher, man doesn't know what he's talking about." Dean said pulling me by my shoulder towards the door. "He's just mad that me and Rollins know how to make a shopping trip fun." He said as walked to my car. I heard Roman yell a 'good luck' from in the house.

"You better not do anything stupid...." I mumbled getting in the car.

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"Ok, go get what you guys need.Ill get what I need." I said as we walked into the building. I turned to look at the two of them, but they already had a cart and were rushing towards the food section.

I chuckled as I picked up a basket and went to look for what I needed. I ended up grabbing some thumb tacks and command strips. I was now standing in the hair dye section. I had dark brown hair, just like my brothers, and had wanted to dye it for a while now. What better time then the first week of college.

"Hey! You need any help?" I turned to see a girl with bleach blonde hair and pink highlights.

"I think I'm good. Just..... thinking about trying something new." I said shrugging. Her face lit up at that as she jumped up and down.

"Can I help you? I've been dyeing my hair since I was like 10!" She explained happily.

"Um... I guess?" I said a bit uneasy.

"Oh! My names Alexa! What's yours?" She said sticking out her hand. I shook it lightly before pulling my hand back.

"Asher..."

"Nice to meet you Asher. What color were you thinking?" She asked motioning to the different boxes of hair dye.

"Not sure. Maybe a green or something." I said shrugging.

"Ok. Personally I think this one would go best with your skin tone and such, but we have a few other kinds you could try." She explained handing me a few different boxes. I ended up choosing the one she suggested.

"Thanks for the help." I said trowing it into my basket.

"No problem." She said giving me a smile before walking away. I wandered the store a bit looking for Seth and Dean, picking up a few random snacks as I did.

"Asher!" I turned to see Seth running and pushing the cart, with dean sitting in the cart, boxes of frozen pizza, ice cream, and beer were piled on top of him.

"Oh my god....." I whispered walking up to them. "W- I, Why?" I asked speechless motioning to the cart.

"Because why not." Dean said a big smile on his face. "Did you get what you needed?"

"Oh ya. I'm ready to go if you are." I said as we began to walk towards the front to check out.

"Hair dye?" Seth asked noting what was in my basket.

"Ya. I figured new school new me." I said shrugging.

"Great, you two." I looked up surprised to see the cashier glaring daggers into Seth and Dean. She wasn't quite short, but not tall ether. Her blond hair, from what I could tell, went to her mid back area, and the tips were dyed pink a bit like Alexas.

"Nice to see you too Natie." Seth mumbled putting his things up on the counter to be scanned.

"Your Natalia?" I asked remembering the name from earlier. She turned to me as though just realizing I was there.

"Um... ya. Who are you?"

"Asher Jackson. I'm moving into your old room." I explained.

"Oh, good luck. The people there are horrible! None of them know how to take anything seriously."

"We take things seriously, just not you." Dean mumbled making Natalia glare at him once again.

"Says the guy in a shopping cart. Let me just ring you up so you can get out of here sooner." She snapped. She quickly rang the boys up, then myself before practically shoving us out the store.

Once we were in the car I looked over at Seth who was next to me. "She's, quite the personality."

"You can say that." Seth chuckled as he buckled up and I started the car.

"What caused you guys to clearly hate each other?" I asked curiously. My parents always said that was my down fall. 'Curiosity killed the cat' they always said.

"You'll never meet a girl with a stick shoved so far up her ass or a silver spoon shoved so far down her throat." Dean said from the back, making Seth chuckle.

"You really shouldn't say that Dean." He mumbled making dean sit up a bit in his seat.

"Why? We both know daddy put the spoon down her through. I'm honestly surprised that she is actually working a job."

"I'm sorry, what am I missing?" I asked as I drove.

"Her dad is a pretty big alumni, she gets away with a lot in's school, expects everything to go her way," Seth explained.

"The only person who might get away with more is Orton." Dean said, as though that name meant something, and apparently it did because Seth sighed.

"Randy's not nearly as bad as you thin-"

"He left you like a you were a pile of shit Seth, quote defending him." Dean snapped, making me shift in my seat.

"Whatever." Seth mumbled turning his body towards the window so he wouldn't have to look at us. This was going to be an interesting year.

#wwe fanfiction #Baron Corbin x reader #Cory Graves x reader #Seth Rollins x reader Platonic #Roman Reigns x Reader platonic #Dean Ambrose x reader platonic #College AU #fanfiction

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Something Just Like This - CH15

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

WC: 3334

A/N: Sorry, I’m updating a lot but these two are all I can think of lately when I have time to think at all.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean stands under the stream of warm water, Jo��s words still ringing in his ears. He closes his eyes, letting the water wash over him.

Jo’s right.

Of course she’s right.

Doesn’t mean he likes it, though.

That’s textbook Dean Winchester, ain’t it? It also kind of shows that he’s capable of love, which should be a good thing. He thought he didn’t have it in him, gave up hope because as he told Jo, love is rare. But yeah, his family, he loves them. Unconditionally. There’s nothing they could do to make him unlove them. And Jo’s right about that.

But loving unconditionally, is that really the only thing he’s capable of? Does he love Y/N? The thought of her makes his heart flutter and his dick twitch.

No, it’s not love, he thinks.

At least not yet.

But he’s on the highway there and it should scare him. He should be terrified but strangely, he’s not.

Dean’s dick starts to grow but he immediately thinks of something else, doesn’t want to rub himself off, not when there’s the prospect of seeing Y/N later. Instead, he thinks of all the things he still has to do today, thinks about looking at the sales numbers, planning next deliveries in his head, has to go back to his apartment to feed the cat, baseball, golf, the ending of Game Of Thrones… Just thinks of all the unsexy things he can possibly manage in order to make his boner go away.

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Crowley’s waiting for Dean in Crowley’s new strip club (bought under a false alias, obviously) and as soon as Dean steps in, he notices that it’s not a normal strip club. At least it’s not like the ones he's been to lately.

It’s exclusive, looks somewhat fancy and expensive. All the girls are probably screened every three months, some even given boosting cosmetic surgeries and he can imagine that they cost more an hour than most men make in a month.

He doesn’t know if it’s only stripping but knowing Crowley, it most likely isn’t.

A big bald bodyguard leads Dean up the stairs and he feels kind of exposed, it’s only 9PM and there aren’t many people here yet. However, there were familiar faces. Doctors and politicians, people who Dean knows for sure that they have an equally beautiful wife or girlfriends at home. People Dean knows are shady, people Dean makes deals with.

They pass two women on the upper floor, it’s the VIP section and Dean wonders why there is one when the club is Members Only anyway. The women whisper something to each other as Dean walks by. He knows they’re talking about him because they’re checking him out. Can feel their eyes on him, they’re probably hoping that he'll chat them up. He did that a lot in the past. Took them to a hotel, left later with the promise to call, which of course, he never did. But yeah, he’s in a strip club and for them, he’s probably just a walking dollar sign.

He stays focused, follows the bodyguard to a door which is most likely the entrance to an exclusive lounge. Dean snorts at the thought. Only Crowley would open a Members Only club and still manage to segregate different levels. Dean bets it depends on one's income which section you belong in. He knows Crowley too well.

Dean risks a glance to the floor level before he steps through the door, sees girls dancing, sees them grinding on laps, all of them half naked. And out of nowhere, there’s a feeling of longing in his heart that he can't quite place, maybe mostly because he’s never felt it before. Dean thinks he would rather be anywhere but here, and that’s a given. But most of all, he thinks that he’d like to be with her right now.

He flips his wrist, sees that it’s 9:07PM, thinks that the Roadhouse probably slowly starts to fill up.

“You can go in.” The bodyguard’s words jolts Dean back to reality.

The moment Dean steps through the door, a wall of humidity hits him square in his face. The air gets thicker, it gets harder to breathe and the temperature is significantly warmer.

He can see a pool at the back, it’s lit up in some lilac shade colors. In front of the pool is a group of big bulky leather chairs Crowley and his men are sitting in. All of them have a girl on their lap except Crowley. Crowley has two — on each side. There are more people mingling in the pool, some are in the back to the other side where there are more chairs and beds. All the girls are dressed in a bikini and some of them are even naked. Dean swallows hard.

“Winchester!” Crowley’s as cheery as ever. “Sit down!” He gestures to an empty chair among them.

“Crowley,” Dean nods, unbuttons his suit jacket and shrugs it off to drape it behind the chair before he sits down.

It’s almost unbearably hot and humid.

“Drink?” Crowley already signals his hand to the waitress who’s wearing a skin tight dress. Probably to be able to distinguish her from the other girls. Something to say that she’s only here to serve drinks. Crowley looks to Dean with a smirk on his face. “And a girl? Honey, get him a girl.”

“Drink yes. Gotta pass on the girl, Crowley.” Dean says, and adds, “Can we get to business?”

Crowley laughs, his hands tighten on the girl on his lap. “You’ll get a girl anyway.”

God dammit.

The drink comes, served by a girl with long, dark hair. At least she still wears her bikini. Rainbows and unicorns are on it. He thinks it’s kinda cute, would probably suit Y/N better. He takes the drink from her, it’s whiskey because Crowley knows what he drinks.

She climbs into Dean’s lap and he’s doing his best not to touch her, his hand rests on the arm of the chair with one hand clutching at his tumbler like his life depends on it.

“Hi, I’m Unicorn.” She says in a deep alluring voice while her hands play with his tie, her breasts press up against him and they nearly spill out of her bikini top.

And really, Dean’s so fucking glad he’s not a teenager anymore and learned throughout the years to have his cock under control.

“Hey,” Dean says out of courtesy, and takes a big gulp of his drink. “Unicorn? Really?”

She chuckles. “I had to come up with something.”

“So you went by Unicorn and not like some typical stripper name. What are they? Candy? Crystal? Cherry?”

“Hey, I like unicorns!” She laughs, points her fingers to her bikini top, arches her back and pushes her chest out and Dean grins at that because it’s so colorful it’s bordering on bad taste.

There’s something in her eyes that makes him think she’s probably new to all of this. Maybe only graduated and needed money to make ends meet. He lets her dance around in his lap, but keeps his hands away from her.

Crowley talks about the club (very exclusive and expensive), tells Dean about all the things they can do here (you name it — you get it), informs Dean that he and his men wouldn’t have to pay for a membership (not that Dean will tell his men that anyway). And then Crowley stands up, loosens the knot that holds his robe together (Dean didn’t even notice that the guy was wearing a freaking robe) and tells Dean to wait for business talk because he wants to take a dip in the pool and if Dean wanted, he could join him.

Yeah no, over his dead body. There’s no way he’s going to bathe in filthy water. So he sits back and orders himself another drink.

“So,” Unicorn says while she swings her hips from side to side on his thigh. “I can feel that you don’t really want me on your lap and honestly, I don’t really wanna be here myself but can you play along? I don’t wanna lose my job.”

Dean’s eyes widened. He hadn’t thought about it. Was actually close to tell her to fuck right off his lap but yeah, he doesn’t want to be the reason she’ll get fired for.

“Can we just stay like this? Like, no further touching? Just you on my thigh?”

“Sure,”

Unicorn still moves a little to keep up the facade, but it’s not as intense as it was before, not that it mattered because it didn’t really affect him.

It was about a couple of minutes of lap wriggling later that his phone vibrates in his pants and Unicorn yelps up with a laugh.

“Yeah, I should get that.” He says, and she gets up to let him fish his phone out of his pocket.

He looks at the screen. It’s the Roadhouse. Landline. Which is weird. He never gets calls from there.

Dean slides his thumb over the screen and puts the phone to his ear. “‘Lo?”

“There’s a man dressed in black jeans and black leather jacket, standing at the bar since the start of my shift. He ordered a beer but that’s it. Nothing else. And he watches me. It’s creepy. Bet his beer is stale now and he still sips at it. Which makes it all so much creepier.”

His heart takes a leap upon hearing her voice and Dean smiles. He can hear the music in the background, can hear people talking. Y/N called him from work. From a freaking landline. Which means that she probably memorized his number, knows it by heart, and he can’t help but grin a little wider, feels the crinkles around his eyes as they deepened.

“Baby, that’s Adam.”

Unicorn climbs back into his lap but as they agreed before, she stays where she’s allowed.

“You have someone watching me? Someone named Adam?” Y/N gets loud.

“Relax. He’s just gonna stay in the bar. See it as some kind of bouncer. He’s not allowed to follow you anywhere unless I say so.”

“Great.”

“I’m sorry, I should have told you before I did that.” Dean really wanted to but there was no time.

“I wish you did, too.” She huffs out, and adds, “He stares at me right now. What a creep.”

Dean laughs, “He’s only doing what I told him to do.”

“And what’s that?”

“To not let you out of his sight.”

“What if I have to go to the bathroom?”

“Then he’ll stay in front of the door. He won’t go in unless he has a death wish, don’t worry about that.”

“Like standing in front is not creepy at all.” She says, and then adds, “So if I was to punch him or say, stick my tongue out or flash him, he wouldn’t do anything right?”

“I would hope that you won’t flash him.” Dean might play it off as a joke but he really hopes she won’t. “But to answer your question, no. He won’t do anything to you. He just keeps all the other creeps away.”

“Because he’s the king of the creeps.” She laughs. “I just did.”

“What? Flash him?”

“Duh! Stuck my tongue out. He didn’t even blink! Is he human?”

“I would hope so because I’d be paying him way too much if he wasn’t.”

“When are you coming?” Her voice is smaller now.

Dean sighs, would love to go there now because Crowley is too busy splashing around with girls anyway. “As soon as I can get away, I promise.”

“Okay,” There’s a sigh on the other line and then she adds. “Bye.”

“Bye, sweetheart.”

He keeps his phone in his hand, pushing at the button, making his screen light up again to look at the time.

“Is that your girl?” Unicorn asks, stealing a glimpse at his phone, as the lock screen lights up.

It’s a picture of Y/N. He took it in the morning when she slept at his place. Her hair was messy around her face, his shirt that she was wearing rode down, revealing her shoulder. Her lips slightly parted. He always kept it as his home screen and he figured, today he could also use it as his lock screen.

“Yeah,” Dean couldn’t hide the grin, neither the proud feeling in his chest. “That’s her.” The light goes out and he thumbs the button to light it up again. “She’d kill me if she knows I took this picture.”

Unicorn is looking intensely, squinting her eyes a little, too.

“What?” He asks.

“Nothing,” Unicorn says, “She looks familiar, is all.”

Just when Dean wants to ask more, Crowley stands before him, the water dripping down the short man’s legs. “Right, we can go talk business now.”

Fucking finally, Dean thinks. Unicorn scrambles off his lap and he stands up, pocketing his phone before he lets Crowley lead him into an office in the back.

It’s past 2AM when Dean walks through the door. She knows it’s him because every time that man walks it, everyone shuts the hell up.

Her cheeks heat up. It’s what always happens when she sees him and it’s really not fucking fair because he looks so good. He’s wearing a suit, probably tailored, a white shirt, the top three buttons are undone. He’s probably lost the tie along the way. His hair’s a little ruffled up, as if he had spent a lot of time in high humidity. She wonders if he just came out of a shower and if yes, why did he shower? It shouldn’t bother her that much, so she bottles up her curiosity.

And there it is, the smile on his face, it’s so big and there are a lot of crinkles around his eyes, as if he’s smiling with his eyes, too.

She can’t hide the effect he has on her, turning beet red as she watches him walk towards the bar. Smiling back at him just because it’s the only thing she’s capable of.

Dean’s eyes leave hers for a moment and she can see him scan the room. He nods towards Adam who nods back and then backs off, leaving the bar.

“Hi,” He says as he sits down.

Y/N remembers that she’s still tapping a beer, realizes it when the pint glass overflows and curses. “Shit.”

Dean chuckles.

She drops the glass in the sink before she braces her arms on the counter “Hi, what can I get you?”

He shrugs, his eyes never leaving hers. “I don’t know,”

“Hey Winchester, get in line!” The man on the back shouts out, because that’s the guys beer she’s been pouring before.

Dean looks back at the man and she can’t see the look in Dean's eyes but it must have been scary because the other man shuts up and takes a couple of steps back.

He turns back to her, the smile is back on his face. “A kiss maybe?”

She grins and lowers herself down a little. Her stomach gets warm when their lips meet. She went in for a peck on the lips but Dean’s hand is on her neck, his thumb strokes her cheek and he pulls her closer, kissing her harder.

“Oh no! Get a fucking room, will ya?” Ash could be heard saying as he walks back into the bar from wherever he was before.

They part and she breathes hard. Dean’s lips were red and slick, she can only imagine that hers are the same. “You smell like chlorine. Did you go swimming?”

Dean snorts out a laugh. “It was a meeting.”

“Right.” She says, not really believing him but also it’s not her place to ask. She just couldn’t help but wonder who he met and what they talked about.

Y/N takes a tumbler and fills it with whiskey.

“There was this girl,” Dean starts and she stills. “Long, dark hair, round face, dimpled chin?”

She raises an eyebrow, wondering why he tells her that.

“Unicorn bikini? She also said her name was Unicorn.” Dean only looks at the glass she places in front of him and she’s glad because something clicked in her head and she wouldn’t have wanted him to see her reaction.

“Huh,” She lets out.

“You jealous?” There’s some playfulness in the tone of his voice, amusement in his look.

“So you came here to tell me that you’re breaking up with me because you met a girl named Unicorn in a unicorn bikini?” She says, and starts to tap a beer for the poor guy in the back.

Dean rolls his eyes. “Jesus Christ, Y/N!”

She ignores him, but it’s just for show, really. It’s cute how easy she can wind him up.

He empties the whiskey in one go, squints at the burn. “Listen to me, alright?”

When she doesn’t say anything, he starts to talk again. “Right. So, the girl's name is Unicorn, which I think it’s a fake name.”

“Duh,”

“Shush!” He hushes her. “Anyway, she saw a picture of you and said that you looked familiar. Do you by any chance know a girl who’s in the possession of a unicorn bikini?”

Of course she does, but Dean doesn’t have to know that. She has the strong feeling that it’s Meg. They’re in the same unit, which makes her think that Linda probably got Meg to go undercover too.

Y/N tries to avert the conversation. “Wait, what? A picture of me?”

“Shit,” Dean mutters under his breath and clasps a hand over his face. “I’m busted, ain’t I?”

“You’re in so much trouble.” She’s stern. “What picture Dean?”

He exhales and gets his phone out from his pocket, hands it to her in defeat.

She didn’t even have to unlock it, sees the phone light up with a picture and yeah, it’s her. While she was sleeping in Dean’s bed hungover as fuck.

“You’ve got to delete this.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“It’s the only picture I have!” He says like he’s defending himself, and adds, “I need another one if I can’t use that one.” He says, makes some chin hands, probably thinks he’s cute. And she hates that he is. “Please?”

“We’ll see about that.”

She signals for the other guy to come get his drink and then turns to Dean again as he pockets his phone back. “Okay,” she says, “But only if I can take one of you.”

Dean smiles at that. “Deal.”

Dean helps her close the bar and waits for her to turn the key as she finishes locking up.

As soon as she turns around to leave, he’s pinned her to the door. His lips on hers, his hands on her waist kneading and squeezing at her flesh. It’s crazy how fast she gets turned on with him. Can’t lie that she loves his big hand kneading her, how she loves that his kisses are rough and demanding.

“Hi,” He says as he breaks from the kiss, his forehead still on hers.

“Hi,” she replies, smiling with her lips between her teeth.

He toys at the hem of her shirt, dibs a finger into the seam of her jean skirt. “A skirt, huh?”

It’s not like he hasn’t noticed because she’s seen him staring at her thighs and ass as they cleaned the bar.

“I get more tips when I show some skin.” She grins a cocky grin. The same one he normally gives her when he’s so fucking full of himself.

Dean rolls his eyes visibly. “You ever flashed for tips?”

“Only Adam.” She winks and Dean drops his forehead on her shoulder. “You jealous?” She asks, takes his words and uses them against him.

“Nah, but I think Adam has an expiring date coming up.” He kisses her cheek, takes her hand and pulls her towards his car.

CH16

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One-on-One: Rematch (Part 2)

A/N: Remember when i wrote the first one of this and I was all like “WHY can’t I write anything short?!?” And NOW we’re at part 2 of a 16K word hot mess and that annoyance over three thousand words seems so quaint. (Part 1 here)

Pairing: Colt x MC, ROD

Length: ~4,000 words

Rating: N*FW (Sex-not explicit (I think?) but it’s there. Swearing.)

Summary: When Langston made it to Nationals, Ellie planned on spending the entire time studying in her room. It didn’t end up quite as planned.

Ellie hoped it was out of her system, that her temporary insanity had run its course and she would return to her normal focus and drive, but Ingrid ruthlessly guilt-tripped her into attending a party that night. Apparently, there were parties every night, various hotel rooms and bars teeming with players and associated hanger-ons, and Ingrid was never one to be left out of a party, especially when they were celebrating a Langston victory.

She was dabbing concealer on the mark at her collarbone when Ingrid walked in, fixing her with a penetrating stare. “You know… you know what you’re doing, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Hooking up with a player? Who is it?”

Ellie blinked; her reflection looked as startled as she felt. “I don’t...I don’t know what you’re-”

“I’m not stupid.” Ingrid swiped a brilliant red over her lips, pursing them in the mirror. “You stayed out all night and showed up exhausted to the game with a hickey no makeup can hide? Seriously?”

“It’s not….” Her cheeks were as red as Ingrid’s lipstick.

“Ellie. Listen. Hooking up with players is...complicated.” She turned to fully face Ellie, hip resting against the sink, eyes imploring. “Be careful. They are in it for one thing and one thing only. And you’re never the only one. They always have fans in and out of their beds and we can’t be seen with them, anyway. It’s always temporary; no matter what, there’s always an expiration date.”

“I don’t…”

“Everyone hooks up here. Playoff week is like Candyland but then everyone goes back to the real world. And hookups with players, whether Langston or opponents... it doesn’t translate to back home.”

Ellie swallowed, hoping that it was the bathroom lights that were making her look so washed out.

“But...the guys are all in their peak physical prime so the sex is verrrry good,” Ingrid purred, wolfish smile alighting her face. “But don’t fall for it. Cuz that’s alllll they want.”

“I…” She inspected her nails.

“Ellie… I know…” Her voice was kind, confiding. “I know what you were like in high school and I have really loved seeing you come out of your shell, watch you meeting new people and having a social life. I just... I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t.” She looked up to meet Ingrid’s gaze head on in the mirror. “It’s not like that. It’s…” Images and sensations flashed through her mind, the glint in his eyes as he tracked her movements, the curve of his hand as he pulled her back into bed. “You’re right. It’s just sex. Really.”

Ingrid’s sigh echoed through the bathroom but, thankfully, she dropped it in favor of a sassy lipstick kiss on the mirror. “Fine, fine. Ready to go?”

Ellie didn’t answer the question, only dutifully followed Ingrid out the door, hoping that the party was worth giving up an evening with her nose in theorems and formulas.

It wasn’t.

The party was everything she dreaded; she could barely see through the bodies crowded in the penthouse suite. They forced their way through the crush, avoiding the flailing arms on the dance floor and cheering bros piled around a beer pong table before finally stopping by the makeshift bar.

“What do you want?” Ingrid wrinkled her nose as she looked over the selection, finally picking up some fruity spikes seltzer with dainty fingertips.

Ellie hummed absentmindedly, “I’ll have a water.” She looked through the crowd again, spying players from all the teams milling and laughing, other cheerleaders she recognized from earlier in the season. But not everyone was there, apparently; she stood on her tiptoes, stretching to see over the crowd, trying and failing to avoid looking for a certain smirk.

“You are so boring.” Ingrid chided and then grabbed her arm. “Oh, there’s Jack. I’m gonna go say hi. Be right back!”

Ellie didn’t even have time to say goodbye before Ingrid was off, weaving through the crowd, trained like a honing missile on the upperclassman she had been fawning over. Ellie sighed, leaning against the table. It would be an interminable night.

As she was nursing her drink, she felt a gentle nudge at her side.

“So are you on a women’s team or are you a cheerleader?”

She turned and immediately flushed as she realized that the boy next to her fit every single qualification of tall, dark, and handsome. Were all basketball players this cute? Of course, he was tall but the chiseled cheekbones? The dark scruff teasing its way down his jawline? She had to replay his question in her head. “Oh... cheerleader.”

“I should have guessed. It’s a prerequisite to be gorgeous, apparently. Who do you cheer for?”

“Langston.”

“Ah, we beat you guys three weeks ago. And if we both keep playing well, we’ll see you in the finals.” She nodded, but a familiar figure pushing through the crowd stole her attention. He was engrossed in an intense conversation with a tall brunette; even from here, she knew they were talking strategy, Colt’s eyes lighting up as they parried ideas back and forth. His eyes swept the crowd as he walked past the dance floor, nodding along as his friend spoke, but he stopped as soon as his eyes locked on hers. She swallowed, unable to look away, as he bid farewell to his friend and walked over, positively swaggering, every step filled with the unbridled confidence owned solely by boys who threw the first punch because they knew they would throw the last. She wished she were more stoic, able to pretend that he wasn’t affecting her, but the swoop in her stomach made it impossible to think of anything else.

However, when he sidled up to them, she was surprised that he turned instead to the boy in front of her.

“Logan?”

“Sup, Kaneko?”

“Toby was looking for you.”

“What?”

“He said something about that play you guys were drawing up. With the hand-off at center court?”

“What did he-”

“I dunno man, something about trying it while dribbling backwards?”

“What?” Logan’s eyes widened. “I gotta... I’m sorry.” He turned to her and panic flared on his face. “I have to go.”

Once Logan rushed away racing through the crowd on a mission, she flushed under Colt’s gaze; he narrowed his eyes. “What in the world you talking to him for?”

“What? What do you…” She lifted her chin to shoot him a challenging stare. “Wait, you jealous?”

“Jealous?” He rolled his eyes. “Ha. If I were, I would have just given him a black eye.”

“Why do you care who I talk to?”

“I don’t.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, deflating under her scrutinizing glare. “I am shocked to see you here.”

“What do you mean?”

“This doesn’t seem like your kinda place,” he scoffed. “I figured you would be in your room studying.”

“This doesn’t seem like your kinda place. I figured you would be in your room brooding.”

“Ha. That hurts..” He shrugged, eyes intent on her. “I mean, nothing was really going on in my room.”

She bit her lip. “Ingrid wanted to come and, after my vanishing act yesterday, I figured I should spend some time with her.”

“Well then, where is she?”

Ellie pointed to the dance floor, where Ingrid’s heavy make-out session with the Langston forward was definitely an NCAA violation.

“Hey, I know him.” Colt ducked his head to see through the crowd, rolling his eyes. “He got so huffy about a pick I made that he tried to punch me. They had to stop the game to find his tooth.”

“What?” Ellie peered through the crowd. “No, it was our center you fought.”

“Nah, different game.”

“Wait… how many times have you fought someone on my team?”

“Hmm…” he pondered, eyes narrowing, “I mean, how many times have I played you?”

“Wait…”

“Twice a year in the regular season and once in the playoffs last year, so what is that? Five?”

“You’ve... you’ve been ejected from every game you’ve played us?”

“Sweetheart… I’m ejected from about half of the games I play.”

“How are you still in the league?”

“I’ve gotten a lot of warnings.” He glanced around the room. “But people here have done far worse than me.”

She wasn’t stupid; she had heard horror stories of the trouble athletes had gotten into. It was one reason she had consciously avoided players until... well, until now. Players were not in the plan. But now?

“You wanna get outta here?”

“What?”

He shrugged. “I mean, we could stay and play drinking games and get wasted…” He nodded at her water. “Or we could not.” She smirked, holding his gaze as he ducked his head to whisper in her ear, “So, do you wanna get outta here?”

“Yeah, I do.” She really did. With one last glance across the dance floor to ensure Ingrid was occupied, she followed him back to the exit, eyebrows flying up when he clasped her palm to lead her through the mass of bodies. His hand was warm, strong, and entirely too solid for a fling with some collegiate athlete; she held tight anyway.

She eyed him closely as they walked to the elevator. Now that the roar of the party was receding, Ingrid’s words rang loud in her brain. “What did you mean when you said you noticed me?”

“What?”

“The first time we played you. This season.” The sports page said it had been his best game all season; she didn’t remember a thing except for flashcards on enthalpically driven reactions.

He raised an eyebrow. “You mean, when you were so busy studying that you didn’t even say hi to me? You ignored the star of the game?”

“Oh my God, you are so full of yourself.”

He laughed, looking far more relaxed than he had at the party; instead of being on guard, he looked almost boyish, young, eyes gleaming in the elevator lights. “When I first saw you, you were berating your friend.”

“What?” Of all the things she was expecting, that was not it.

“Your roommate? Ingrid? She made some mistake in her hand placement of a hold and you were trying to fix it before the game. And then you made the team try to retry the jump flip thing?”

“The what?”

“Christ, I don’t know what it’s called. You jump in the air and flip around and three people catch you before you crater onto the court. You made them do it repeatedly until you thought it was perfect.”

The doors opened, and she stepped out, glancing over at him.

“I honestly couldn’t fucking tell a difference any of the times you did it.”

“I…” She followed him down the hall, brow furrowed. “I thought you would say something about the skirt.”

“I do like the skirt.” He reached into his pocket for the key, eyes on her the entire time. “But you’re tough. You didn’t take Ingrid’s shit. Hell, you don’t take my shit. You have high expectations of others, but you expect perfection from yourself. You’re smart and you don’t let anyone stand in your way.”

The door opened with a ding and she stumbled in, unsteady. Apparently, Colt’s talents at surgically cataloguing and exposing the strengths and weaknesses of others was not confined solely to the court.

“What? Why do you...?” he asked.

She blinked, inhaled slowly, exhaled slower, and finally spoke. “You sound like a fortune cookie.”

He laughed again; thankfully, his head fell back so he missed how weak her return smile was as her eyes drifted to his jersey, tossed in a heap on the floor. The championship game was in five days.

If that was her expiration date, then goddamn, she would make the most of it. Straightening, she stalked over to him. “Did you bring me here only to talk?”

He looked down to where her fingers were touching his arm and then caught her eye. “How about some dirty talk?” She rolled her eyes, blush flaring, and he stepped even closer. “How ‘bout some things that definitely wouldn’t be on a fortune cookie?”

Her breath stopped as he ducked his head, lips tracing her cheek, neck, lower, following a trail of red as far as it went, then lower as they fell to the carpet.

They didn’t make it to the bed.

And when security banged on their door to inquire about a noise complaint, Ellie could not stop stuttering apologies, Colt could not stop laughing; once they left, it became his mission to make her scream even louder.

He succeeded.

~~~~~

Ellie woke up slow. Her muscles ached, the best kind of sore, and she sighed in satisfaction. The room was gauzy around her but, as things slowly came into focus, she realized her head was pillowed on a muscular chest, legs intertwined, sunlight just starting to crawl up the starched sheets.

“Colt?”

His eyes were focused on his phone, staring intently at something flashing across the screen. He didn’t move.

“Hey, Colt?”

Finally, he looked down and realized she was awake. “Oh, hey.” He pulled out an earbud. “Morning.”

“Morning. What are you so focused on?”

“Hmm? It’s game tape.”

“What is it?” She sat up, curling into his side to peer at the screen. “Oh my God, you narcissist. Are you watching yourself?”

“Ha ha.” He wrapped his free hand tighter around her waist and sighed, “It’s the game against Williamsburg. See him #42?”

“Yeah.”

“He torched us for a double-double. That’s not gonna happen again.”

He hit play, and the video ran, zoomed in on the player Colt referenced. Ellie had learned a lot from cheering at game after game, but she was no expert. However, even she could tell he was their best player, watching him drain three after three. She squinted at the screen. “What is that weird thing he does with his hand?”

“What weird thing?” Colt hummed.

“The weird flick thing. With his wrist.”

“Huh? What are you…” Colt moved the video back a few seconds to watch. And did it again.

“That! You see that?”

“Yeah….” He sat up slowly, eyes trained on the screen. “He does it before his pump fake. Holy… how did you…”

“Biomechanical engineering, remember?”

“Damn…” he finally turned to her, eyes gleaming, and the awe in his voice made her flush. “I am so fucking keeping you around!”

And when his lips crashed into hers, she could almost forget the twisting in her gut that reminded her of their expiration date, her plans, and the fact that no one was keeping anyone around.

Almost.

~~~~~

Ellie was tucked back into his sheets when he sauntered out of the bathroom. She stared. It had been a while since she had seen him in actual clothes.

“Are you going to the other quarterfinals games?” he asked, toweling his hair.

“Uh…..no? Why would I?”

“I dunno. I go to all of them.”

“Why?”

“Well, we play whoever wins the afternoon game and I think it’s gonna be Williamsberg. Good time to scope out the competition.”

“That’s very strategic of you.”

He leaned over the bed to kiss behind her ear. “I’ll show you strategic.” Then, his tongue parted her lips, stealing her breath until there was a pounding on the door.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late,” a feminine voice hollered from outside.

He pulled back. “Give me a second, for Christ’s sake!” He turned back to Ellie and kissed down her jaw, sloping down her neck. “I’ll be back, ok?”

“What?” she whispered.

“Yo, Kaneko, let’s go.” The girl from outside pounded on the door again.

“Will you be here when I get back?”

Her eyes widened. “If you’re going to both games... you want me to stay here until 10 tonight?”

The kisses returned to the side of her neck, lower, and she tangled her hands in his shirt. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Fine.” She couldn’t help but return the smile, laughing as he flashed her one last wink before ducking out the door and settling back against the pillow.

She lounged for a while, flipping back and forth between channels and seeing what appeared to be every single Picta image ever posted before she snuck out, hotel key firmly in her pocket, and made her way down the stairs to duck back into her own hotel room.

Ingrid greeted her with a raised eyebrow. “Where have you been?” Her eyes immediately found the hickie on Ellies neck and she leered, “And what, or who, have you been doing?”

“Oh my God, stop.” Ellie barely glanced her way before sticking her head in her backpack, rummaging around for a couple textbooks. If she was hanging out in a strange room all day, she might as well get some studying in.

“Seriously, though. Are you...Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Yes! Yes yes, jeez, yes. I’m having fun. Isn’t that what you want for me?”

“Yeah, but…” Ingrid frowned. “I just worry. You’re so set on studying and school and after school...I don’t want some loser meathead to ruin it for you.”

“He’s not-” She had to physically bite her tongue to stop herself from refuting the phrase. Colt was a lot of things, a walking ball of contradictions wrapped in tight muscles and fast fists, but meathead loser was far from it. Unfortunately, Ingrid’s raised eyebrows suggested she knew exactly how Ellie would have finished that sentence. She sighed and started over, “He won’t ruin anything. I have a plan and I’m sticking to it. He’s just….” She had to inhale a shuddering breath to power through the rest of the words. “He’s a fling. It’s just sex and, after this, everything is gonna go right back to normal. My future plans are fine.”

“Ah yes, Ellie’s seven step plan to get her doctorate and take over the world.”

“Not the whole world.” Where were her highlighters?

“I worry about you.”

“I’m fine. It’s all fine.”

But even when Ellie clutched her books to her chest and headed out the door again, even when she did her best to keep her head high and fight back the blush, Ingrid did not look convinced.

Ellie didn’t know how convinced she was herself.

~~~~~

The only sound in the room was the ESPN announcers droning on and the scratch of a pen over dense words. She had nearly finished the chapter on thermodynamic principles, sprawled over the bed with her toes buried under warm sheets, when the door opened.

“Hey, how were the games?” She finished writing out a formula on an index card, checking to make sure she had noted the correct number of atoms.

“Good. We’re gonna win it all this year, you wait. Williamsburg looked rough.”

“What about Langston?!?”

“Yeah, I don’t…” He sat next to her, trailing off as he noticed that the television was on. “Ugh, turn that shit off.”

“What do you mean? They’re talking about the playoffs.”

He reached for the remote but she held it over the side of the bed, giggling as he flailed. “Look, Langston, there we are. Future champ-Hey! Red and gold. Wait, that’s you!”

“You know they replay this shit, right? They showed it already.”

“You’ve seen it? Don’t ruin it for me, big shot.”

She glanced over at him and his jaw was set, eyes hard.

“Colt?” He didn’t move, eyes looking through the television in front of them, sour lines painted across his face, even though the announcer was droning on about his court vision and passion. She laid a gentle hand on his arm. “Hey, I can turn it off.”

“It’s fine, whatever.” He shook his head and sighed, eyes looking past the tv, past the wall. She frowned. “I just wonder sometimes... does he fucking see this shit? He never watched a fucking game, he never fucking showed but now, that asshole... he cares so much about the family name, the family legacy and now, when people look up Kaneko, it’s me. It’s me they see, not that asshole.” He blinked furiously, still staring straight ahead.

She hit the power button, dropping the remote on the floor to straddle him, cupping his cheeks to look him in the eye. “Colt.” He didn’t even blink, staring straight through her. “Colt.” She thumbed his cheekbone; he didn’t move. “Kaneko.”

“You’ve…” His eyelashes fluttered slowly as he gazed at her. “You’ve never called me that.”

“Isn’t that what your teammates call you?”

“It hits a little different when you say it.”

“Huh? How so?”

“When people say it to me…” He swallowed, hard. “When people say it to my dad...I’m used to it being hollered or screamed. Not...” He trailed off.

“Not what?”

“Not all sexy.” His gaze softened when she glared, and his voice dropped so she had to strain to hear. “Not like it means something.”

“You’re the only Kaneko that means something.”

She gasped as the room spun, landing on her back as he hovered over her. “Call me that again.”

“Kaneko,” she gasped and his lips found her neck, lower, sharp pinpoints of white pain as he found the bruise on her collarbone.

“Again.”

“Kaneko,” she moaned and a tense hand dove into her hair, tilting her head to the side to drive teeth into her sensitive neck. Her hips bucked.

“Me, my name,” he growled into her ear and her vision dimmed, consciousness fading to the only things that mattered: his hands rough on her hips and his voice a rasp in her ears.

“Colt. Cooolt. Kaneko. Colt, please!” He ripped the shirt off his head and her clothes followed, flying through the room, textbooks slamming on the floor, a flurry of motion until she was underneath him, nails digging into his back. He slid inside of her and she screamed, pressure building as his name fled her lips, along with epithets far too vulgar for daylight, as he worked her into a frenzy and then an explosion, when names and sight and anything except for white-hot pleasure was meaningless.

~~~~~

At least when she woke up next, it was still morning. But, by the time they got their act together, breakfast in bed followed by a shower and, a few hours after that, another shower, it was no longer morning, sun high in the sky as Colt grabbed his wallet. “You ever been to Nationals before?”

“Nope.” She shrugged. “Freshman, remember?”

He smiled, grabbing his key from the desk. “Then let’s get outta here.”

“What?”

“Let’s go. See the sights. You don’t have a game until tonight, right?

“Yeah… our semifinal match. I need to be at the arena at 7.”

“Good. Come on.”

She was confused but followed, escaping the hotel to make their way into the city, avoiding the crowds and the press to hop a bus downtown. They grabbed lunch at the waterfront, Colt threatening to push her in the river, hands solid around her waist as she laughed and laughed and laughed. He bought her ice cream and then wiped vanilla on her cheek; his tongue was absolutely indecent as it licked it off, entirely inappropriate for a crowded street. She couldn’t bring herself to complain through her flush. He followed her through small shops, grumbling bitterly the entire way, but she still snapped a photo of him in prop sunglasses and a cowboy hat before he put her in a headlock, pulling her out the shop door as the bell rang merrily over their heads.

And when she arrived at the arena, 20 minutes before game time, clutching her uniform in both hands, he pushed her against the closed doors to thoroughly map her mouth, lips pinned to hers as hungry hands roved her body and her Langston blue-and-whites fell to the pavement as she pulled him even closer.

And during the game, she had no idea what the score was, registering neither her routine nor the Langston victory; her mind was far away, and she felt distracted, disembodied, until she was sliding the key into the lock and was falling back into his bed.

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jfcspencer · 3 years

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PARA: big surprises!

WHO: journey smith @journey-j-smith & spencer stone.

WHERE: jo's house.

WHAT HAPPENS: jo is pregnant!

JOURNEY

Journey sat on the floor of her bathroom. She probably bought the whole shelf of tests this morning after dropping the kids off with her brother. Spencer was on his way over, like always, and she was so excited to tell him about at the same time she was scared. They joking talked about their future together and Jo had some truth being her words. She wanted everything they ever talked about. And now one of them was happening. She walked down stairs in her short shorts and bikini top just as she heard the door open. “There’s my sugar.” She called out as she hit the last step

SPENCER

this week, spencer was kid free so he was able to spend some more time with his girlfriend journey. on his way over he grabbed them a small six pack of beer to just hang out and chill around as the summer was coming to an end. when he got there. he opened the door and called out, “jo! i’m here!” he smiled before shutting the door behind him. when he saw her at the end of the stairs he placed the beer down on the couch and made his way over to her. “you know my birthday isn’t for awhile but look at this sexy present,” he winked, placing his hands on her waist and kissing her lips. “i brought some beer so we can just chill today.”

JOURNEY

She smiled softly as she kissed him back. “Well I’ll remember this outfit for your birthday then. But I was thinkin’ y’all would want me in a lot less.” She joked as she looked over at the beers. Oh how he knew his weakness. “Great! Let’s put them in the fridge for now. I have something to show you.

SPENCER

“hm, i would like to be surprise but you in anything is a great present,” he winked at his girlfriend. he felt his hands on her hips before nodded his head. his body moved to grab the beers and heading his way to the kitchen. “so,” he chuckled out opening up the fridge and put them in there. “what do you plan on showing me today?” he questioned, looking over at the beautiful blonde near him, closing the fridge. “a present?” he teased her, pressing a kiss to her lips a few times. “like an actual present because you didn’t have too babe.” hummed out the man, pushing her hair back from her face.

JOURNEY.

“No…not a present. A surprise I guess……” she thought for a moment. She let out a sigh and took his hand. “Just come with me.” The blonde lead him up the stairs. Feeling her heart beat start to race which each step. How was he gonna react? Was he gonna be happy? Or mad? As she walked into the bedroom she dropped his hand. She walked over to the bathroom and gesture inside. To the sink that had about 10 positive pregnancies tests sitting in it. “There…” she said in a small voice. The feeling of her about to cry welled up in her stomach

SPENCER

“a surprise?” he questioned, arching his brow up a bit while he listened to her for a short moment. he followed her up the stairs, he had no idea what he was going to walk into today. he never knew if this was going to be a good thing or a bad thing. was it like a break up talk or something? he wasn’t sure. when spencer saw her gesture for him to come into the bathroom, he followed slightly confused until he came face to face with the many pregnancy test on the counter. they had talked about having kids, they have been together this whole time. he loved kids, he didn’t mind having more at all. “holy shit,” he chuckled out, wrapping his arms around journey. “i know we talked about it a lot so i guess we saw this coming,” he chuckled, kissing her forehead. “are you ready for this? me forever? a big head baby?”

JOURNEY

The blinked up at him before bursting out into tears. Covering her face before hiding in his chest. She was just so happy and relieved to hear his words that she lost it. Bitting her lip she looked up at his with tears still rolling down her face. “I’m ready for everythin’ and anythin’ with you suga.”

SPENCER

spencer was taken a bit back when she burst into tears and burried her face into his chest, he quickly wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back. "why are you crying, baby?" he asked her in a quiet voice, his hand kept rubbing her back gently. "well, i'm glad we're on the same page about this little nugget here." he kissed her hair softly. "so i guess i brought beer at the wrong time then." chuckled out the man, looking down at her with a kind smile.

JOURNEY

She sniffled. “I don’t know. I recon y’all be mad….or,or upset.” The women sniffled using her hand to dry her face. “I was just scared.” The women said softly with a hiccup. “But I’m happy now.” The singer giggled lightly and shook her head. “No no. It’s the perfect time. You get to celebrate!” Journey smiled happily at him. In the past she really didn’t get the moment to tell her late husband that she was pregnant in person. It was always over the phone. And besides Lux, it actually didn’t go well at all.

SPENCER

the man stepped back, cupping her face to wipe her tears with his thumbs. "i could never be upset. we talked about having a kid, shit, if it came out negative i would pull down my pants right now." he laughed, trying to get her not cry and put a smile on her face. "i grew up by myself and i always wanted a big family. we're gonna be a family," he smiled, kissing her nose lightly. spencer wrapped his arm around her, walking them down to the kitchen. "i agree, a celebration beer is in need! i mean for me, we can get you whatever you want like a milkshake or something." he chuckled out.

JOURNEY.

The women couldn’t help but laugh at his words with her head in his hands. She never felt more safe then with Spencer. A dumb smile grew on her face. “We’re gonna have a baby.” The women followed him to the kitchen and pulled out a beer for him and popped it open. “For ya, sugar. You’re gonna be a daddy.” Journey said getting tears in her eyes.

SPENCER.

“we’re going to have a baby,” he repeated smiling down at her. spencer leaned down to kiss her lips a few times. he thanked her before taking the beer and bringing it up. “you’re going fo be a mommy,” he cheered out before bringing it to his lips to take a swing of if. he set it down and chuckled out. “baby, dont cry,” he wrapped his arms around her again. “id start crying if the kid comes out looking like me.” he laughed out.

JOURNEY.

She shook her head and wiped her face. “I’m just….” Journey sniffled and looked up at him. “I’m just so happy. This is the happiest I’ve ever been.” She beamed. “I’ve honestly never been this happy and felt this safe with anyone else. And I love you.” She smiled big and stole a kiss from him. “I can only wish to have a child like you.”

SPENCER.

spencer placed the beer down, taking journey's hands in his. his thumbs ran across her smooth skin, smiling down at her. "well, i am so very glad that i could make you this happy, jo. truthfully, i love you and you really do make me so fucking happy. i'm with you, this is the happiest i have been in such a long time and it's because of you," mused the blonde, resting his hands on her waist but slowly went to her stomach and rubbed it gently. "i love you too," he hummed leaning down to meet her kiss. "trust me, you don't." he laughed out, shaking his head. "lyric is just like me and i had to apologize to my mum."

JOURNEY.

“You make me happier then you will ever know.” She hummed softly at him. “I think we were that the other was waiting for all our lives. The missing piece.” Journey placed her hand on top of his as it rested on her stomach. “No I do. I really do. I wanna watch them grow up and become just like you. Having a little you is nothing I’ll ever regret.”

SPENCER.

"i agree with you, baby. i think we needed to go what we needed to go through so that we could meet each other in our lives," he told her, keeping his eyes on her and his hands on her stomach. his smile grew feeling her hands on his. "why are you so fucking cute?" he chuckled, pressing a kiss on her lips. he was sure that he had heard those words before but it never mattered until right hearing it from journey's mouth. "well, i hope they're just like you. kind, sweet, and with the most beautiful soul."

JOURNEY.

To out side world, Journey looked like she had a great life before meeting spencer. Married her high school sweetheart who became a war hero with beautiful kids. But Jo was never this happy. Felt this perfect. This love before then. She sniffled before nuzzling into him. “I think we have rethink our living together timeline.” She giggled

SPENCER

it was no surprise that spencer had been linked to many people in his career. some of them he did care for and loved and others were nothing but random hook ups. this relationship of his was different, he had never met anyone like journey before who quickly changed his whole mood, his life, his heart. she had this insane impact on him that wanted him to be a better person. “moving in huh? i can do that. we do got a tribe so we better house hunt soon for one huge ass house.”

SPENCER.

She giggled. “Swim-up bar!” The blonde cheered happily. “That was a requirement I believe wsaid while in Vegas. We can also just build one.” She said and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her tears drying slowly. “Big house. With room to grow. I just moved into here and I don’t wanna move again and let’s be real. We’re gonna have a big family because I’m one of 11. I think I need to hit at least 9 or 10.” The women only kinda joked. She was gonna have a big family

JOURNEY.

the man laughed and nodded his head. "i do believe we were in talks of having a swim-up bar. i don't know these terms of 'we build one' because i'm just going to hire people for that," he chuckled out, rubbing her back gently. he was happy to see her so joyful to be pregnant and start this future with him. now that he was with journey, he couldn't picture a life without her. it was so strange how quickly she just came into his life and completely changed it around. "big house, noted. big family so you hear that down there?" he pulled back to look down at his pants. "we got some work to do," spencer teased out. "nine or ten, huh? we got six already with the tribe. i can do maybe two more but if it happens later in the future then i'm so here for more with you."

JOURNEY.

She shook her head. “Y’all such a city boy. It’s cute.” Journey walked over and grabbed a water bottle for the fridge and found her way to her normal spot. Right up on the counter top. Her eyes rolled at him. “I mean….I can go for more but I know that’s a lot to ask. I mean….y’all took on the dad role to my kids already and I feel like that’s already asking for to much.”

SPENCER.

"you could never catch me building anything. i make music, not anything else. well and babies because ya know," he chuckled pointing down to his pants once more. he went over to grab his beer and bring it to his lips for a sip of it. "hey, i love your kids. i love all kids. as a dad myself, it's natural to me. i love them very much. plus our kids are the same ages and so yeah," he chuckled softly.

JOURNEY.

Again she shook her head. “No, Spencer it’s different.” She said. “Their dad is gone….and he ain’t coming back. And they’re probably not gonna remember him when they get older. Lux never even met him. But they know you. And they’ll know you as their dad.” She looked at him. “I mean I’ll never let them forget Andrew but…..your here. It’s not like step dad….You’re their daddy already in their eyes. And I feel like that’s a lot to ask of someone…”

SPENCER.

spencer stood quiet while journey speak to him about the kids. he could never replace andrew, he never want too. he wasn't sure what to even say, what could he even say about that? he reached over to take journey's hand and squeezed his hand gently. "then we won't let the kids forget him at all," he whispered out.

JOURNEY.

She smiled and gave a half hearted laugh. “We?” She looked at their hands for a moment. “All that being said, I am so happy they have a man like you in their lives. Because they’ll never know life without a dad.” Journey smiled back at him. She knew her kids, and she knew what they thought of Spencer. They loved him, so much. Her oldest daughter had already made the slip of calling Spencer daddy already and she wasn’t exactly sure how he would feel about that.

SPENCER.

the man looked over at the fellow blonde and nodded his head. "yeah, we," he playfully nudged her shoulder lightly. "i mean, we did talk about getting married and starting our lives together so i want them to know who their dad is." he took the hand that he released her hand and brought it up to wrap his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "so let's make sure they never forget." he told her, smiling down at her.

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backtothestart02 · 4 years

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Struck by Lightning - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: After much struggling with names and how auditions exactly work and I’m pretty positive I got a lot of it wrong, but whatever...the first chapter is finally here!

Remember, I’m using gossip from Grant & Candice’s real life during The Flash’s run as inspiration for this soapy fic. I’m not saying this is what happened. Not by a long shot. So, just enjoy! :D And if it’s not your cup of tea, I have plenty of other fics to read. :)

It should also be noted that Barry is with Patty at the beginning of this fic, so you will have to endure some spallen. ;)

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Chapter 1 -

Twenty-five, half-dressed, and agitated as hell, Barry Allen came out of the bathroom and whined to his girlfriend sitting in the living room.

“Pattyyy.”

She lifted her head up, pushed her reading glasses up over her honey-colored strands and waited. She’d been prepared for the third outfit tried on for the day with him, but the loosely hanging purple and gold striped tie, blue and white unbuttoned collared shirt, and navy boxers with yellow ducks on them she could have never prepared for.

“Did you wear those boxers to bed?” she asked, setting her open book down on the couch and meeting him halfway across the room.

“No,” he said immediately. “I wore purple ones with green frogs on them and the word ‘Leap!’ a few different places.”

Patty bit her bottom lip and covered her mouth to restrain a giggle. She hadn’t been blind to the way his heels lifted and voice got squeaky when he said the word, ‘Leap’.

“What?” He frowned.

“Nothing.” She shook her head and tugged on his tie. “Come with me, Mr. Allen. I’ve made you some breakfast.”

He stopped suddenly, and she let go of him.

“Patty, I can’t eat now. I’m going to be late!”

A white, fluffy dog appeared at Barry’s feet and barked promptly up at her, wagging its tail. Then another almost identical dog appeared doing the same thing.

Patty looked down at them and then up at Barry, who seemed to be oblivious to the pair.

“Looks like the kids want to eat.”

He frowned. “Help me get dressed. Please?”

She sighed and shook her head at him.

“Just let me pour some dog food into the bowls, and then-”

“No!” He tugged on her arm in the direction of the bedroom.

“I don’t think we have time for that.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Won’t you be late?”

“PG version, Patty. Please.”

She dropped the suggestive demeanor and followed him into the bedroom where a pile of clothes lay on their bed and several strewn out hanging from the top of the closet door frame.

“Oh, boy.” She placed her hands on her hips.

“Well?” he asked hopefully, following her gaze.

“You can get rid of the tie,” she said. “Didn’t the casting director tell you that it wasn’t necessary to be so formal yesterday? Especially since the scene you’re reading from your character is in a more casual setting?”

“Yeah…” he trailed off, untying his tie and dropping it on the floor with the button-down shirt he’d been wearing. “But he also said a white t-shirt and sweats was too casual when I came in that way the day before.”

Patty nodded and cringed a bit.

“It kinda is.”

His shoulders slumped.

“So, what do I wear?”

She walked across the room and picked out a few items, one from the bed and another from the closet.

“Jeans,” she said, tossing a dark pair at him, which he just barely caught. “STAR WARS shirt.” She tossed the black tee at him.

“Wait, for real? Isn’t that too-?”

“Casual?” she filled in. “Your character’s a nerd.” She came to him and draped her arms around his neck. “Like you, like us.” She nuzzled his nose. “Put them on,” she whispered, then smiled. “If they disapprove again, just ask them.”

Barry blanched, as if the suggestion was completely intolerable.

“I can’t-”

“Or you can do the white tee with the red plaid button-down and vest. That’s nerdy too.”

She walked out into the living room and then the kitchen to feed the dogs.

Barry turned to look in the mirror with the clothes in his arms. He supposed Patty was right. Maybe he was overanalyzing this. He just needed to find the right ensemble and stick to it. But not wear it every day. He should definitely not wear it every day. That would mean a lot of laundry to do more than once a week. Though it would only be a few things to wash…

No. He was not going to wear the same thing every day.

“Hurry up, Babe,” came from the kitchen. “You still gotta eat and fix that bed head of yours.”

Barry paled. She was right. His hair was a mess, going in every direction. It was probably due to how little sleep he’d gotten the night before, tossing and turning, waking Patty up a few times. He couldn’t help it. This was the third day of chemistry tests, and he hadn’t felt certain about any of the women that had come in to do what should’ve been an easy, straightforward scene with him.

He’d already gotten his script for the pilot, and all the other actors had been hired for their respective characters. He was ready to get started! So, where was the mystery woman that was supposed to be perfect for him? Er- his character. Would they ever find her?

Shaking it off for the time being, Barry quickly got into the clothes thrust into his arms and power-walked to the bathroom to finish his morning routine, including fixing that hair of his. Then, he slid out into the kitchen and held out his arms, waiting for Patty’s approval.

She smiled, her perfect white teeth all showing.

“You look darling, Darling.”

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he came to sit at the stool near where she was standing.

“I made you a bagel.”

He scoffed. “That’s it?”

She looked at him, amused. “Aren’t we the picky one?”

He blushed. “Sorry, it’s just… You made it sound like-”

“I made the works for you? Eggs, pancakes, waffles, sausage, etcetera?”

“Well…” He looked down at his fidgeting fingers. “Yeah.”

She tilted his head up and kissed him on the lips.

“I did. You can eat it when you come home from your auditions.”

He blinked.

“You’re already five minutes late! Go!”

He turned to look at the clock on the wall and immediately panicked. He got up, slipped his shoes on and ran out the door.

“Barry!” She ran after him. “Your breakfast! Your break-”

But he was gone and wasn’t looking back. She sighed and came back into the apartment. One of the dogs looked up at her and licked his lips.

“Ha. I don’t think so,” she said, and took a bite of the bagel herself.

…

Iris West walked down the block from her apartment the same way she did every day. The only difference was that today she had an audition. Which meant she wouldn’t be working at Jitters today. She’d be stopping by to have coffee with Linda and then going to her audition.

“Hey!” she said, as she slid into the booth where her best friend sat opposite.

“Hi,” Linda said in return, glued to her phone.

“Is that all I get?” Iris asked, pulling the phone out of her friend’s grasp.

“Hey!” Linda tried to reach for it, but it was useless.

“What is more interesting than me, hmm?” Iris teased, holding the phone out of reach.

“Nothing! Absolutely nothing! You are the supreme, goddess of all!”

Iris gave her a look. “Overkill, Lin.”

Linda snatched the phone back while she was distracted, and Iris didn’t make another reach for it. A waitress showed up with both their orders, and they each smiled and thanked her.

“You ordered for me?” Iris asked.

“Duh.” Linda rolled her eyes. “It’s a special day!” She put her phone down.

“Tell me about it. I’ve finally gotten to the chemistry test. You know how hard that is? To get past the initial audition to testing who you’re playing opposite?”

“Boy, do I ever.” Linda sighed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Lin. I didn’t mean-” She reached across the table and covered her hand with her own.

“Don’t worry about it.” She shook it off. “One of these days will be my lucky day too. I’m sure of it.”

Iris forced a smile. “Will you tell me what you were reading?”

Linda rolled her eyes again. “You mean you didn’t see?” she blanched mockingly.

Iris laughed. “With all that reaching I had to do? Um, no.” She took a sip of her drink.

Linda sighed. “I was just looking up your co-star.”

“Mm, been there, done that.”

“Not impressed?”

She shrugged. “He’s only been in a few things, and it’s not like he matches his comic counterpart.”

“Well, neither do you.”

Iris scoffed. “Tell me about it. You know I went into a comic store and asked for comics for my character and they laughed at me, because they didn’t believe I was auditioning for that?”

“The way of the world, honey, I’m afraid.”

“Unfortunately.”

“So, back to your co-star…”

“Okay, he’s cute.”

Linda grinned.

“You afraid you’ll be tempted to date him?”

Iris laughed. “No way.”

“Then what?”

“Sometimes I get self-conscious around guys I’m physically attracted to. Especially when they turn out to be assholes after they figure it out.” She took a deep breath. “I just want to do my best, you know? If I don’t get this…I don’t know. I think I might move back home.”

Linda’s jaw dropped. “Quit acting? For real?”

Iris nodded, drawing her fingers around the rim of her mug.

“Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened. I’m just…sick of not getting anywhere. Of only being a guest star for a couple episodes. That’s not going to put me on the map. It’s not going to get me anywhere. I’d be lucky if it got me in a Lifetime movie.”

“It’s a slow process, Iris. I mean, I should know. I haven’t gotten a role period in the past six months. I’m thiiiis close to making my dream job a barista at Jitters.”

Iris snorted.

“Seriously.”

“Yeah, I hear you. But I’ve been at this for years, Lin. Getting a lead role in a superhero show? Starring opposite a white guy? That could really take me places, or at least get my foot in the door. This couple is pretty epic in the comics. If they’re going to do anything like it on the show…I mean-”

“I thought you couldn’t find any comics, that people you shut me down.”

Iris rolled her eyes. “Since when has people shutting me down ever stopped me? A girl has to be her own hero every now and again.”

Linda smirked. “That’s a good line.”

“I’m thinking of selling it to the writers. Think they’d go for it?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Linda laughed. “Isn’t your character a badass reporter? No way she’d stand around to be saved by a superhero every time she was in danger.”

“And she’d be in danger a lot, becaaaause?”

“The superhero is in love with her.”

“Exactly.” Iris beamed, then sighed happily. “I really hope I get it.”

“I hope you do too. It’ll give me something new to watch on TV.”

Iris pushed her playfully.

“And seeing my best friend succeed will do wonders for my ego.”

“Your ego?”

“Well, yeah. I’ll be besties with a superstar.”

Iris snorted and took another sip of her drink.

“Do you know any of the competition?”

“Not personally. When I was waiting outside for the initial audition, a lot of pretty girls came and went. So, it’s definitely just about looks, probably not just about acting either. You gotta have something…some…gumption.”

Linda smiled at her admirably. “Another good word that should end up in the show.”

Iris laughed. “Maybe I should just make my own show.”

“And invite this Barry Allen to be a part of it?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

Iris shrugged her shoulders and took another sip of her drink.

“If he’s lucky.”

Linda laughed.

“Okay, I’m gonna go get a pastry and then we should get out of here. Your time slot is in half an hour, right?”

Iris checked her phone.

“Oh, my God, yeah, it is.”

“Do you want anything? Crumpet? Scone? Cake pop?”

Iris bit her bottom lip, debating.

“I better not,” she finally said. “If I eat any more sugary things, I’m going to become one.”

Linda rolled her eyes. “If you insist.”

“I do.”

But when Linda came back five minutes later, she’d gotten one of each, and Iris took two. Linda shook her head as the two of them headed for the door and the beautiful day that lay before them.

“I know you too well,” Linda sang.

Iris shook her head and took another bite of her scone, her voice muffled when she responded.

“Shut up.”

Linda laughed.

…

After about 10 beautiful women had come and gone, Barry felt hunger and boredom start to consume him. Day 3 of countless attractive, talented women walking through the door for a chemistry test with him, and not even he had tried to convince the casting director to give any of them another shot.

From behind the glass, Barry saw movement, and immediately straightened in his seat as his waited for David Singh, the casting director, to walk through the door. Mr. Singh came and sat across from Barry in the seat the latest contestant had been in. He laced his fingers together over his knees and leaned forward.

“What are you thinking, Barry?”

Barry’s stomach growled.

“Besides that you’re hungry.”

A blush crept up Barry’s neck.

“Think you can do one more?”

He looked up a little too excitedly.

“Only one more?” he asked.

“Before break,” Mr. Singh clarified.

“Oh.” Barry looked away sheepishly. “Yeah, yeah, I think I can do that.”

“Good.” Mr. Singh stood up and made his way towards the door. “And hey, you never know. This one could be the one!”

Barry forced a smile. “Yeah, maybe.”

Mr. Singh disappeared behind the glass windows again, and in his place came another beautiful, black woman, as was the requirement on the auditioning ad. She was petite, even with her high heels on, and she had a smile that nearly blinded him, much like the others had. But when he stood up to shake her hand, he met her eyes, and something happened.

“Hi, I’m Iris.”

He stood there, leaving her hand untouched for what felt like a lifetime. He couldn’t figure out what was so different about her, but he just had a feeling – a really good one.

“Barry?”

He blinked and shook his head.

“Sorry, yes, I’m Barry.” He shook her hand. “And you’re Iris.”

“Iris West.”

She smiled brilliantly again, and he felt his knees go weak. He gestured to the chair and script behind her, and she snatched them up immediately, swinging one knee over the other after she sat down.

“Your lines are highlighted in yellow.”

She nodded. “I see that.”

“Right.”

He was starting to feel hot.

Was it possible to have a t-shirt feel too tight around one’s neck?

Barry turned to look through the glass windows again and saw Mr. Singh reach for his microphone.

“Hey, Iris,” came over the loudspeakers.

Iris was clearly startled, so Barry pointed to the wall next to them and the man waving through the sheet of glass.

“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “Hello.” She waved a bit awkwardly. Barry found it cute.

“My name is David Singh. I’m the casting director for the show you auditioned for, Struck By Lightning. Your character’s name is Lily Lake and Barry’s here is Chase Tyler. He’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember, but your character is oblivious. In your mind, the two of you are just best friends.”

Iris nodded. She obviously knew this already, but it was good to have a reminder before officially doing the chemistry test.

“As soon as you’re ready, you may begin,” Mr. Singh said, then sat back down and moved away from the microphone.

Barry and Iris’ eyes met again.

“Don’t be nervous,” Barry whispered. “You’re going to do great.” He smiled a little, and Iris felt reassured.

He looked down at his script and then back at her, beginning.

“Lily, hey! Fancy meeting you here.” He gave her the most impeccable heart eyes.

“Fancy?” Iris rolled her eyes, smiling a bit. “I live right down the block.”

The script then said for her to hit him playfully, but Iris had a better idea. She tickled him.

Barry squirmed a bit, genuinely ticklish where she’d touched him and had to get his bearings for a moment before returning to the script.

“I- I know that, Lily. I just wasn’t expecting you.”

“Well, start expecting me more, mister.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his breath caught in his throat.

“Don’t act so surprised.”

His brows furrowed, in character more than he’d ever been.

“You got the job!”

“I got the-?”

“You’re the new CSI!”

“Oh, my God, really?”

This time she did smack him playfully.

“Don’t make me tickle you again.” She giggled.

“Aaaand, cut!” came Mr. Singh’s voice over the loudspeakers again. “That was great, Iris. Thank you. We’ll give you a call if we’re interested.”

Iris smiled. “Thank you, David,” she said, pleasantly surprising him with the use of his first name. She turned back to Barry. “And you too, Barry.” She held her hand out for him to shake it, but he stood up and wrapped his arms lightly around her, giving her the gentlest, most appropriate hug he could under the circumstances.

“Thanks for coming in,” he said, with a smile, and nodded to her when she turned away, a bit flustered as she made her way out.

As soon as she was gone, Barry turned around in her seat and made his announcement before Mr. Singh could even open the door.

“She’s it! She’s the one!”

Mr. Singh grinned as he walked through the doorway.

“I think so, too. You two have really great chemistry. I haven’t seen anything like it with any of the other girls, and not for a while in the movies and shows I’ve casted either. She’s definitely got my vote.”

Barry couldn’t stop smiling.

“She’s it. She’s Lily Lake.”

“Want to go tell her? Or should we make her squirm for a bit?”

Barry could hardly sit still. Finally, he leapt up and headed for the door.

“I hope she’s still on the block!”

Once outside, Barry scanned the sea of people, some recognizing him and gushing or rolling their eyes. He smiled politely at all of them and then spotted who looked to be Iris on the other side of the crowd talking to someone on her phone with one finger in her other ear.

“Iris! Iris!”

He made his way through the crowd as fast as he could, saying her name over and over to get her attention.

“Iris! Iris West!”

“I’m sorry, Lin. I’m going to have to call you ba-”

He turned her around before she could hang up the call.

“Barry!” Her eyes widened. “What- What are you doing here?”

“You got the part!”

“What?!” She gasped, unbelievably excited, taking his hands and jumping a little with him.

Finally, they stopped and laughed a bit at their foolishness.

“You’re Lily Lake.”

Without stopping to think, Iris jumped into his arms and held him tight. When he set her down, she looked deep into his eyes and held his hands.

“I’m your Lily.”

And that was it. His stomach dropped. Butterflies.

...

*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

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Four Eighths

airing: Four x Eight (Reader) Word count: 4.5K + Warnings: Coarse Language, slight angst, character building (Four), he’s kinda redeemed for being such an ass in the last chapter! If this were a movie, there would be a shopping montage (Preferably with La Roux Bulletproof playing), also very reckless driving (Eight is a god damned bad ass!)

*Disclaimer, as promised this is a more lighthearted chapter, still with a slight bit of angst, but I feel like that’s just a given when it comes to 6 Underground fics!

Missed Chapters ONE, TWO and THREE.... Maybe read those first? Might help you understand what’s going on here!

Chapter Four: I'm having fun, don't put me down

The trailer door slammed shut behind you, as you stalked towards Five’s trailer, your wet hair being blown in all directions by the sudden gale which had picked up at base. You were mad, you were beyond mad, you were at the point of furious! “Who the fuck does Four think he is? He doesn’t have a fucking clue what I can do!” You snarl under your breath, not that it made any difference. You could’ve screamed the words from the top of your lungs, and you doubted anyone would hear you over the wind. As you rounded a corner, Five’s trailer came into view, her and Two sat on the steps leading inside, both looking up at you when your shadow cast across them. Your eyes were hidden behind a pair of heart shaped sunglasses, the cheerful eyewear masking the look of rage piercing your eyes. Plastering on a smile, you leant against the side of Five’s trailer, resting your clasped hands behind your back. “Sorry I took so long, sleep kinda happened.” You smirk.

Five waves you off, smiling softly. “No stress, if I were still a medical practitioner, I’d be yelling at you right now to go back to bed, and finish healing.”

“You do that anyway. Medical licence or no…” Two grins, earning a shove in the shoulder from Five.

“That’s beside the point! None of you actually have to listen to me when I tell you do something! When I wore a name badge and stethoscope, people would do exactly as I said!”

“Thanks Five, but really, I’m alright. I don’t need any more sleep. I feel fine.” You grin, feeling your anger slowly ebb away. Five eyes you from head to toe, as if she were expecting a mortal wound to appear somewhere on your person. “Seriously Five, it’s okay. I’m no more injured than I usually am after attacking the punching bag!”

At this, Five cracks a grin, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “Two, you’ve turned her into you! Next thing we know, Eight’ll be running around with a gunshot wound in her back, telling us all that she’s fine!”

“How is that possibly a bad thing?” Two gasps, looking between Five and you, a tiny smirk working its way onto her lips. “We need more people like me in the world, and I’m honoured that Eight is just that!”

“Besides, eight is divisible by two! So of course we’re going to end up like each other!” You laugh, kicking one foot up behind you, planting it firmly on the side of the trailer.

“By that logic then, eight is also divisible by four, would that make you and Four similar too?” Five grins. Your breath hitches in your throat, the last thing you want it to think about that arrogant Brit. No, you were nothing alike. You would never question someone’s place on a team before they’d had the opportunity to prove themselves.

“Definitely not. He and I are two very different people.” You answer almost too quickly, both Five and Two noticing your sudden shift in posture. Your back had gone pin straight, and your hands had moved to rest in front of you, fingers locking then unlocking over and over.

Two stands up, stepping over Five who was on the step below her. “Well, I don’t know about you, Eight. But I know that after a good fight, I always like to get a big meal. There’s a diner in town that serves pretty decent food. Ready to head on in?”

Pushing away from the trailer, you nod twice, smiling gently at Two. “That’s sounds great.”

“I’ll get the keys from One, I’ll meet you both at the car.” Five offers, closing her trailer door, and heading towards a shipping container. You were still learning where everything at base was, but if you remembered correctly, the one Five entered was the communal rec room. It was often where One and Seven could be found, battling it out in a game of pool.

*****

The silver McLaren 570S sped down the highway, going well over the speed limit, though considering that you had only passed three other cars the whole time, it didn’t much matter how fast you went. Two had offered to drive, as she claimed to know a short cut to the small town you were visiting, and as it was your first time leaving the base in weeks, Five had offered you sit in the passenger seat to take in the scenery, which you would’ve done had it not been blurring past you at a rate of knots. Eventually, the car slowed down as you entered a small populated town, driving through the quiet street at an acceptable speed. “Where are we stopping first? Shopping or lunch?” Two asks, turning to face Five in the backseat.

Five gazes out the window for a moment, contemplating her answer. “Lunch makes the most sense, it’s the right time for it…”

“I was thinking shopping first. If we eat later in the day, then we’ll have an actual excuse to not have to eat whatever Three makes for dinner tonight.” You offer, tilting your head to the side as you wait for a response.

Two chuckles, nodding her head. “I may like Three, but his cooking is atrocious.”

“Shops first, it is then!” Five grins, as Two drives further down the street, until she pulls into a parking space. The three of you climbing out, before instantly being hit with a sticky, humid breeze, making you all wish you had remained in the air-conditioned car.

The two women lead you down the street, as you look at each of the shops you pass. A few small clothing stores, a grocer, chemist, realtor, arcade, cinema, three diners, one Italian restaurant, and finally you come to a home décor store. “They don’t have much, but it’s enough to make things a little more comfortable.” Five offers with a smile as she pushes the door open for you all.

Inside, the store was set up in multiple different sections. One for bathroom, another for children’s rooms, kitchens, lounge rooms, and of course master bedrooms. Moving further into the store, you leave Two and Five to look through the lounge section, as you make a beeline for the bedroom portion of the store. The store offered just about everything you could possibly need for a bedroom, though as you weren’t in the market for a new bed, or furniture at all for that matter, you were left with only a small portion of the display area to look through. There was a tall floor lamb which you select, along with a matching smaller lamp that you intended to use by your bed. Next came bed sheets, the ones you had been using since you arrived were clearly hand me downs, not that there was an issue with that, but you did want to new ones. Finding a few sets that you liked, and also hoped would fit your mattress, you move on to the more decorative side of things. A string of twinkling fairy lights was added to your basket, along with a cream coloured rectangular rug. As you looked further around, you came across decorative throw cushions, which you quickly snatched up five of, all in different colours and patterns, only to then find a throw blanket which matched one of the five, which you found yourself needing!

Making your way back to the front of the store, you found your travel companions causing a ruckus in the kids room section, where they were attempting to build a fort with the few items available to do so. The store clerk looked as if he was having an aneurism, though he was unable to say anything that would make the women stop. “If only One could see you both now.” You giggle, heading over with your arms and basket full of décor.

Two pokes her head up from behind their fort, smirking at you. “Why do you say that?”

“When he was telling me about all of you after we first met, he told me I had to behave well around you two, because you were the adults of the team.”

Five bursts into laughter, as Two joins in with her own giggles. “Fuck One, he sees what he wants to see when it comes to us! He wouldn’t notice if we walked around with fake moustaches drawn on!” Five gasps, shaking her head fondly.

“One time, during a briefing, Seven didn’t show up, but instead stuffed a jacket with paper, and blew up a balloon and put it under the jackets hood. He set it up perfectly, it actually looked like someone was asleep on the table! Unless you got too close, then it was obvious what was going on. One got through the whole meeting, and only when everyone stood to leave, and the fake Seven didn’t, did he notice something was wrong!” Two has a fond look in her eyes as she tells you her story. “If he thinks we’re the adults, then that’s fine, but we know the truth!”

A part of you longs to stay with the women, and help them build their fort, but the other part of you feels the urge to rescue the poor store clerk. Turning to face him, you smile kindly. “Hi there, could I grab these all please?”

The young boy blinks in shock, tearing his gaze away from the two grown women destroying the store. “Uh- sure! Just follow me.”

You do as he says and follow him to the register, he looks no older that fifteen or sixteen perhaps, and clearly has had no experience with dealing with a situation like this. As the youth reads out your total, you smile and pull out the credit card from your purse. Two had handed it to you before you left, saying that is was One’s card, and was only to be used for the essentials. When you had asked if shopping for your tailer counted as an essential, she had looked directly in your eyes and said, that home decorating was the only essential. “Can you add an extra 70 bucks to the total please?”

The boy blinks at you in surprise, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Why’d you wanna do that?”

You shrug lightly, twirling the card between your fingers. “Because I feel bad for the mess my friends have made. Figure this might make up for it a bit.”

He doesn’t question you again and does as told, presenting you with your new total, to which you happily pay. By the time the small items had been bagged up, you were left with two lamps in large boxes, and a rolled-up rug to try and figure out how to carry out to the car. “Oi ladies! Leave the poor shop alone and come gimme a hand here!” You yell across the store, hearing the giggling from the two women cease.

*****

Loading your purchases into the car had been one hell of a hassle, while the McLaren was built for speed, it was certainly not built with the intention of ever using the trunk! After much swearing, and the threat of returning the rug, the three of you had managed to get everything safely inside, slamming the trunk closed, with the vow to not open it again until you were back at base. Next, came a very late lunch. It was well after three when you entered the diner, only a handful of other patrons there at the odd time of your arrival. A middle aged woman with flaming red hair directed the three of you to a booth at the back of the diner, handing out plastic menu’s. You all placed your orders, heeding Five’s warning and staying well away from the nachos. “Four had them once, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so unwell…” She had advised, to which although the thought of Four being sick did spark joy in you, you would rather not find out if it was a one-off thing or not.

Once your meals were handed out, conversation flowed freely between the three of you, no question was off limits now that you were away from the base and One’s prying eyes. “Alright Eight, I’ve been trying to figure it out all afternoon, but I just can’t. So you’re going have to answer it for me. What’s the go with Four? When we mentioned him back at base, I genuinely thought you were about to cry, or scream. Maybe even both…” Five begins, dabbing the corner of mouth with a napkin.

You pray that the ground will open up and swallow you whole, at least then you’d have an excuse for not answering. Of course, they had noticed your reaction earlier, you’d never been good at hiding your emotions, your dad used to warn you to never play poker! Both as an anti-gambling campaign, but also because he knew that if you did, everyone would know straight away if you were bluffing or not. You look across at Two, who although has her mouthful, looks just as curios as Five does. Sighing deeply, you rest your elbows on the table, hissing quietly as you press against a bruise you didn’t know you had. “I’m just tired of the way he’s been treating me is all.”

“Wow, that was so informative. I feel so enlightened! Thank you so much for sharing such a heart wrenching story with us, I know that must’ve been hard for you.” Two grumbles, glaring at you over her meal. You had hoped that maybe they would accept such a basic offer, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“It’s just that he’s been ignoring me since I arrived! Every time I try to talk to him, he just pretends he can’t hear me, and then there’s the times when I’m talking to someone else! He walks right up to us, and just starts talking over the top of me, no apology or anything!”

Five clears her throat, looking at you softly. “I don’t think he means anything by it Eight. He was like that with all of us when we first met him, he just seems to take a while to warm up to new people is all.”

At that, you can’t help but laugh, causing the two women to look at you in surprise. Out of all the reactions you could’ve had to Five’s comment that was not one they had expected. “Is there more that you’re not telling us?” Two presses on, placing her fork down and giving you her full attention now.

Your fingers comb through your hair, pushing the sweaty strands away from your scalp. “I uh- overheard him talking, or rather shouting with One today.”

“Bloody hell, those two fight like cats and dogs sometimes, you’ll get used to it eventually.” Two shrugs, leaning back to press herself against the booth’s chair more comfortably

You shake your head, breathing out deeply. “No, it’s not that. Christ I couldn’t give a flying fuck whether they scream at each other all the time or not, what I do care about though, is the way he talks about me when I’m not around.” You take a sip of your ice water, the cool glass rather soothing against your palm. “He was questioning One as to why I’m here. He thinks that what I do is pointless, and that I shouldn’t be a part of the team. Apparently, you don’t need a hacker, and that having me around is a liability. Then he accused the fight today of being a fluke, basically saying the Three was an easy take down for me! Oh, and then there was this whole thing about you needing a driver instead of me, and when One said that the team would continue taking it in turns of being the getaway driver, he basically said that I wouldn’t be able to drive a getaway vehicle even if I wanted to!” By the time you finish you feel fresh tears clawing at the backs of your eyes. You squeeze your lids shut, until you feel the need to sob subside.

With your eyes shut, you don’t see the looks exchanged between Two and Five, who were conducting a silent conversation, with you none the wiser. “Eight, I’m not trying to excuse Four’s behaviour, or his comments. But there’s something you should know.” Five sighs, resting a comforting hand over your shoulder, smiling gently when you look at her beside you. “Four, well he’s been part of the team for a while, he joined well before I did, so he’s come to know a fair few people in his time with the Ghosts. By now, you’ve probably realised that there’s a number missing in our team, Six. He was with us for our first mission in Florence, but things didn’t end well, and he didn’t make it. Four and Six, they were practically joined at the hip, despite what One always told us, warning us to never get too close to each other, they did anyways. They were best friends! Six was our driver, and when he was with us, you could always find the two of them dicking around, going for joy rides, just being overall stupid young boys, but at least they were having fun. When Six died, it hit Four like a ton of bricks, for weeks he kept to himself, he disappeared for nearly two weeks, none of us had any idea where he went, we still don’t. But then, he suddenly returned, and begun acting as if nothing had changed. Even though, in his world, everything had.”

A crease forms between your brows as you watch Five, tears are brimming in her eyes, but just like you, she’s too stubborn to let them fall. “Since then, Four’s been, different. He puts on a brave face, but we all know that there’s something eating him from the inside out. But he refuses to talk about it, and we can’t force him to. One uses it to his advantage, reminding us that this is why we don’t form attachments, but we don’t listen to him. Forming attachments keeps us human, even if it hurts sometimes.”

You blink slowly, taking in Five’s words, a deep pang of sympathy pounding in your chest. All of what you had just been told, it made sense to why Four was so quick to defend Six when he was arguing with One earlier. “I get that he’s been hurt, and that maybe he doesn’t know how to deal with the loss of Six. But why is he taking it out on me?”

This time, it’s Two who answers you, drumming her long fingers on the table. “He’s doing exactly what One has been telling us to do for years, not making attachments. He would rather have you hate him, than to get close to you, and have something happen. He can’t do the same with the rest of us, he’s known us too long now. But you? You’re new, he doesn’t know anything about you, and if he can keep it that way, then neither of you will be hurt if another mission ends badly.”

“But that doesn’t explain why he was talking about me like that to One! If he was saying it directly to me, then sure, I’d understand because yeah, I really am close to hating him after those comments. But when he was talking to One, he didn’t know I was there!”

“You didn’t have to be there. Gossip travels quickly when there’s only seven of us around, secrets don’t stay secret for long. One way or another we all find everything out. Four knows this as well as the rest of us do. Anything that he says to One about you, will eventually get around base until it reaches you. This time, the process just skipped a step, and went straight to you, before the rest of us found out.” Two offers with a tired shrug.

You pick at the remainder of your meal, mulling over this new information, unsure of how to process all of it at once. The table grows quiet, the three of you all lost in your own thoughts. “So Four doesn’t hate me really…. And, he doesn’t think that I have no place in the team?”

“I can’t guarantee anything, but I’d bet you fifty bucks that that’s exactly right. He doesn’t know you; he can’t hate you.” Five laughs, and you feel some tension leave your shoulders, finally feeling somewhat relaxed for the first time in weeks.

Biting down on your bottom lip, you gaze across at Two, then at Five, both of whom raise their eyebrows, they could see the cogs in your mind turning, but they had no idea what plan you were formulating. “I may not be able to do much to change this situation. But the least I can do is prove him wrong.”

“What’ve you got in mind Eight?” Two smirks, sitting up straight and pushing her plate to the side of the table.

*****

If you thought the McLaren was travelling fast on your way into town, then the drive out meant you were practically flying! The leather steering wheel was soft against your hands as you swerved in between cars, paying little to no mind as to which lane of the freeway you were legally supposed to be driving on. “Jesus Christ Eight! Would you mind not killing us please?” Two gasped, as you narrowly avoided a head on collision with a semi as you overtook a Winnebago, despite her vocal protests at your erratic driving, the sparkle in her eyes proved that she was enjoying the ride just as much as you were.

Five however was not having a grand time, and looked to be on the verge of carsick. “Eight, there are breakable things in the back of this car! Please slow down! Think of the lamps!”

You look at Five through the rear-view mirror, raising your eyebrows behind you heart glasses. “Why have the speedometer go this high if you can’t drive that fast?” You challenge, pressing down on the accelerator further, the engine revving in a delicious purr.

Whereas on the way into town, even with Two speeding as she was, the trip had still taken forty-five minutes. This time around, you were easily halfway back to base, and had only been driving for fifteen minutes. “Fucking hell Eight, we’re supposed to be dead! What happens if the police pull you over? How do you explain that three dead women are currently driving at a highly illegal speed down a freeway?” Five tries again, though it only causes you to laugh, even Two was finding the whole ordeal rather humorous.

Watching Five in the mirror, you see her open her mouth, ready to ask you to slow down again. Before she has the chance, you flick the radio on, the opening psychedelic tune of Devin Townsend’s True North urging you to speed along further. The music soaks into your entire being, and as you drive, singing along, you find yourself not caring what anyone thought of you in this very moment. You were truly living your best life, and there were genuinely no consequences for doing so.

*****

Four had once again cornered One, or so he thought. Four was under the impression, that if he yelled loud enough, that One would listen to what he had to say and would kick you out of the team. For three weeks now, he’d been trying to think of different ways to prove that you weren’t a good fit with the rest of the Ghosts, but nothing he said seemed to deter One’s line of thought. None of them had a bloody clue what the next mission was, but according to One, you would be necessary. Four failed to see how, there was nothing you could do, that the others couldn’t. Sure, they would need a bit of training to get there, and to be able to get things done as quickly as you did, but he was positive that he could hack into a museum’s security cameras just as quickly as you supposedly had!

“I’m not having this discussion with you again Four.” One groaned, rubbing at his forehead with his thumb and index finger.

“But you’re not bloody listening! What if she double crosses us? Instead of breaking into a computer to steal the information we need, what if she sends it to someone else? Or gives away our location and plans?”

“Why? Why would she do that? Who would she send them to? According to all official documents, she’s dead. Just like the rest of us. There’s literally no one out there who would make a deal with a dead person, just on the off chance they actually delivered on their promises!”

Four frowned deeply, his brows furrowed and scar pulsing in his frustration. Why was this so difficult? Why couldn’t One just listen to him for once? All he wanted, truly, was for you to be safe, and to return to your old life! As glamourous as One had likely talked up the life of a Ghost, it truly wasn’t all it was cracked up to be! No one else should be subjected to this life, there was too much pain and death involved with this way of living, and you had no reason to experience it.

From behind the two men, a cloud of dust could be seen rapidly approaching, red clouds of dirt billowing around until they parted in lieu of the speeding McLaren. One moment it was miles away from the men, and the next, he could feel the heat radiating from the car as it breezed past him, before performing a donut, and coming to halt with the bonnet facing him. The tyre marks in the dirt showed just how perfect a stop the car had come to, there was no fishtailing, just clean tracks. Five was the first to emerge from the car, pressing a hand to cover her eyes, while the other rest atop the car door. Two pulled herself out next, grinning between him and One, before turning and popping the trunk. Finally, out you came, from the driver’s side no less, a cocky grin plastered to your lips as you waved at One, raising an arched eyebrow up at Four.

“Jesus Eight, I said you could drive home! Not warp us here!” Five groaned, as she helped you and Two collect things from the trunk of the car.

“Right, so who the fuck taught you to drive like that then?” One yelled out, earning a grin from you in his direction.

“When you run perpetually late like I do, and go to school on the opposite side of the city, you learn how to navigate traffic pretty damned quickly.” You quip back, slamming the trunk closed, and pocketing the keys. You, Two and Five all making your way towards your trailer.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking say it One.” Four warns, holding up a hand to the grinning man before him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about? I wasn’t going to say anything. Especially not anything about how impressive Eight’s driving skills are.” One shrugs, eyebrows raised in a look of utter innocence.

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"Its not gay if he's also you"

Owo (from spookyscaryslasers)

The King dragged his past self through the sewers, taking a tight hold on his arm and constantly looking behind them.

“Did we lose them?” The pre entity self said, looking worriedly over his shoulder. His encounter with those two women left him… shaken, to say at the least. Thankfully another one of his selves was there to save him, who now currently was guiding him through the dark stinky sewers not so nicely.

“Come on now! We are almost there!” The king insisted, never ceasing his iron grip on the poor man’s arm. “W-wait up! you’re hurting meeee” The pre entity Herman said, trying to catch up to the other him, one that was touched by the entity. He couldn’t help but still feel afraid, yes, he saved him but… he looked like a monster, the way all that gold covered his face didn’t make him look fancy or elegant, it made him terrifying, was he really going to become like him? Abruptly, the king stopped, making the other bump his head and nose against his back. Rubbing his nose, and slight tears on his eyes, he simply followed the other up a ladder, possibly leading to the surface. The King helped him to his feet, only to realise they were sill at some endless white void, filled with nothing, nothing but the whole leading to those strange sewers and the two Hermans.

“Where are we?” Asked Herman, tidying up his coat and glasses, he came out remarkably clean for being in a sewer. “Don’t worry, follow me, I know a place” the other Herman said as he walked with purpose towards something the other couldn’t seem to see. As they walked, pieces of something started to form, making Herman clean his glasses to make sure he was looking at things right. “Hah, you are really new, aren’t you? You’ve never explored the white void I bet, i mean, that’s why you are reacting like this, correct?” The herman simply swallowed and nodded, feeling nervous.

“Don’t ask me how any of this works, alright? I don’t know, and honestly? I don’t care.” The pieces came together forming some sort of house, a big one, and rather fancy. The king pulled out from his vest a key, and opened the main door, holding open the door for his more human self.

“Welcome” The king simply stated, as he removed his cape and jacket and hanged it on a perch, the other Herman followed, taking off his lab coat. The house was… Nice, really nice, very modern looking, tho a bit too fancy for his likes, it was obvious the king himself adorned this place, filling it with antiques and gold rimmed objects that definitely didn’t need to be. The King guided him to the living room, where with a strong electric shock, the king lit up the chimney, giving everything around it a cozy warm glow. “Come on now, take a seat! I don’t have servants yet but i’m working on it. Meanwhile let me bring you something to drink.” With that, the king left, leaving Herman confused and very lost. Why did the king bring him here? Was this his home? Why was he being so nice to him?? Soon, the king came back, holding a silver tray with two fancy china cups, both steaming with what smelled like coffee. “Don’t get used to this, out of the two, I am the king…. But, you’ve had a rough day, so, i’ll give you a break.” accepting the cup, Herman took a careful sip, only to find out the coffee was absolutely delicious, the king must have notices, because he laughed. “You like it I see! Good, you are a man of taste then, this blend is supposedly brought straight from Mexico! Oh of course, here everything seems to be some sort of… copy, but I can assure you, these taste exactly like the real thing!” Herman simply smiled, and enjoyed the drink as he looked over the flames. Well, as scary as he looked, his other self wasn’t so bad it seemed.

“Listen Herman,” the king said suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence they had “There is… something, creating us, experimenting on us, using us.” The king looked serious for a moment, looking directly to the other herman, seeing how his glasses reflected the flames in front of them, “That’s why we need to help each other, this thing is obsessed with us, they already have one of us in captivity….” Herman simply listened, surprised by what the king was saying, putting down his finished coffee cup to pay better attention. “We cannot let that happen again, who knows what they want? And judging by those two women i saved you from… It seems they particularly like you. You need to be careful.” A sudden blush came to Herman´s face, fogging up his glasses, those two were rather aggressive on their… interest on himself, and he felt so unbelievably embarrassed by it. Cleaning his throat, he addressed the king trying to appear unfaces “Y-yes I- Uh, I mean, thank you, Herman, I’m glad you were there to help me. I’m still very confused by all of this, but i’m glad to know we can help each other…” With a smile The other Herman waved his hand “Ha, dont worry about it, and hey, i’d rather be called King, that way it will be easier for us to refer to each other, eh? I’m the King, you are Herman. Easy.”

“Now then, tomorrow we should see how we shall go on from here, but now? We should rest. Here, follow me.” With that, the King stood up and walked toward the main hall’s stairs, Herman close behind. “Wait! What if they find us here? Don’t misunderstand me, this place is lovely but… It looks so easy to break in to! Shouldn’t we block the doors and windows?” “Oh no, don’t you worry, my house may not look like a fortress, but trust me, i’ve already got security measures around here, the fanciest, priciest and most useful of all, after all, I don’t waste time with cheap useless things!” The king looked way too proud of himself by saying this, “My home wouldn’t look pretty with guards, cameras and obviously locked doors, wouldn’t it? Trust me, this place is rigged with alarms and other useful measures in case of a break in, if something happens, we will know.” Herman didn’t feel exactly calmer knowing this, but he had no time to argue as they entered one of the many rooms in the house.

The room was beautiful, a gorgeous king sized bed was in the middle, adorned with pillows and blankets that looked oh so soft and inviting, herman couldn’t help but approach it and rub his face over it, enjoying greatly their silky texture. On the other end of the room, the king opened another door, one that seemed to take you to a walk in closet and a bathroom. He took two items from it, and closed the door. “In here is my closet and bathroom. I made this place only thinking I would live in it with some servants, so, a room dignified of another Herman is not available right now, so, in the meantime, this will be our room. Here, you can wear this.” The king handed Herman a folded piece of fabric, wich, upon unfolding, revealed to be a long silk robe, adorned with an intricate pattern of flowers leaves and swirls. With it, an equally fancy pair tighty whities fell to the floor. A bit escandaliced, Herman yelled “Y-You expect m-mE TO WEAR THESE?” Unimpressed, the king stepped behind his dressing screen, allowing the other to see only his silhouette as hge undressed himself. “What, where you planning on sleeping on those filthy close of yours, right? Besides, we will be sharing a bed, and i don’t want you accidentally brushing against me with those sandpapers” The king stepped out of the screen, wearing a similar robe. Herman was still holding the robe, undies on the floor, red faced from the situation. “Well? What are you waiting for? You may use the screen or change in the bathroom, just hurry up so we can turn off the lights.” Swallowing hard, Herman complied, walking into the bathroom to have more privacy, the screen had allowed him to see a lot more than he hoped, adding to his embarrassment.

He usually prefered a tshirt and some long pants for pajamas, and these were simply a bit too revealing to him, another blush came to his face as he undressed and allowed the undies and silk robe to slide in his body. Dang, they felt nice, he couldn’t help but hug himself, enjoying their softness, but a call from the king snapped hi out of it, and as he tightly wrapped the robes around him, he stepped out, and went to the unused side of the bed. “Ah, good, we are the same size I see, i’m glad to know my good looks prevail even when you aren’t as rich as me.” If it was possible, Herman´s blush became even deeper, not used to such comments. The bed was even better than he expected it, the soft sheets, the soft yet firm mattress, and the pillows where so soft and fluffy, he couldn’t help to let out a happy sigh of relief upon laying on them. With a click, the king turned off the lights, and with that Herman took off his glasses, leaving them on the side table.

Each one rolled on his side’s, giving eachother their backs, both wanting some space in the bed. It didn’t take long for herman to notice that, even with the bed’s softness and comfiness, it was missing something, he remembered there were blankets when he first saw the bed, where where they now? feeling around with his feet, he had to dive into the covers to realize they were all neatly folded at the very end of the huge bed. The king must have folded them while he was changing… And he didn’t even seem bothered by coldness of the room, so he tried to generate his own body heat, rubbing his feet against the sheets and his hands over his arms as quietly as possible. But of course, the King noticed.

“Why are you wiggling around so much?!” The room was dark so he couldn’t see him, but he could tell he was annoyed. “S-sorry! It’s just that uhhh, you took all the blankets, and im kinda cold…” he looked where the king was supposed to be, and felt how he turned around to face him, and only his eyes, his red and golden eyes where visible through the darkness, having a glow of their own. They stared at each other for a second before the king interrupted “Oh! hahaha, silly me, i’m so sorry, I totally forgot, you haven’t been touched by the entity… You don’t have mechanical insides that generate heat like me… This might be a problem…” Surprised by that, Herman simply made a questioning sound, “You see, the bed gets unbearably warm when they are over me, so if we pull them over again, i might not be able to sleep from the heat… Hmmm” Both thought for a second, and Herman was the first one to talk. “Oh, well, maybe i should take some blankets and sleep on the couch? You left the chimney lit so-” “What?” the King interrupted, “No, no version of mine will be sleeping on a couch like a commoner… I have a better idea, come here.” Herman seated up, worried, “What? what do you mean come here? besides, it is no trouble i can just-” but the king fed up with him, simply dragged himself over his side, coaxing herman to lay down and get under coves again, after what seemed like a short fight, since herman wasn’t sure what his other self was trying to do, he ended up laying his head on the kings chest, with his arms wrapped around him. “See? Problem solved, I produce enough body heat for the both of us. come on now, you are me and im you, you should not be prude with yourself.” He simply stated, and closed his eyes to sleep again.

Meanwhile, Herman could not believe this, cuddling with his other self for heat? It was kinda humiliating and kinda inappropriate and kinda… nice. He was so worm, and he could hear the motor of his insides working as his ear was flush against his chest. He wasn’t sure if he could hear more than one motor of if he was hearing his uneven heartbeat too, but he had to admit, it was so soothing and relaxing. And honestly? he hated to admit it but, he felt so safe in the arms of his other, he couldn’t help but sadly smile and hug back. Was this super weird? Yes, and who knows, maybe he was the prude of his selves but right now, he was definitely enjoying himself. With a sigh, both quickly fell asleep, enjoying eachothers company.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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Changing Channels: Part One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,123

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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“Dean, do you have to watch that here? I’m trying to eat,” you half-joked, throwing your wrapper of the candy you bought from the vending machine earlier.

He disregarded your comment as he stared at the TV as Dr. Sexy MD played. He was channel surfing, this was on, and he hasn’t taken his eyes off the TV yet. Right now, a doctor was making out with a woman in an elevator while you were eating on the bed next to him and Sam was in the bathroom.

“Dean, your girlfriend is right here. If you want a make out session, I’d be glad to give you one,” you added.

“What are you watching?” Sam asked from the bathroom door.

His brother’s voice made Dean snap out of his trance, but he didn’t look away from the TV.

“Hospital show. Dr. Sexy, MD. I think it's based on a book.”

“When did you hit menopause?” Sam scoffed.

Tipping your head back, you let out a loud laugh as you got off the bed.

“It's called channel surfing,” Dean pouted, getting up and turning off the TV.

Sam grabbed his suit jacket off the other bed and put it on.

“You boys ready?” you asked, putting on your grey blazer.

“Are you?” Sam asked Dean.

The older brother just rolled his eyes, grabbed his keys, and left the motel room with you and Sam snickering from behind him. The drive to the police station wasn’t long since you were down the street from it. As soon as you walked in flashed your important badges, the sheriff came out and started talking to you.

“The FBI is here why, exactly?”

“It might have something to do with one of your locals getting his head ripped off,” you said in a monotone voice.

“Bill Randolph died from a bear attack.”

“How sure are you that it was a bear?” you questioned.

“What else would it be?”

“Well, whatever it was it chased Mr. Randolph through the woods, smashed through his front door, followed him up the stairs, and killed him in his bedroom. Is that common? A bear doing all that?” Dean asked.

“Depends how pissed off it is, I guess. Look, the Randolphs live way up in high country. You got trout runs to make a grown man weep… and bears.”

“Right, and what about Mrs. Randolph? The file says she saw the whole thing,” Sam commented.

“Yes, she did. My heart goes out to that poor woman.”

“She said it was a bear.”

“Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She's confused,” the sheriff said after a few reluctant pauses.

“What did she say?” you asked.

“I think you’d rather hear it from her. Take a seat in the interview room, and I’ll call her down to the station.”

“Thanks,” you nodded, leading the brothers to the room.

After taking a seat, you leaned back in exhaustion.

“What do you think she saw? Was it really a bear?” you wondered.

“I guess we have to wait and see,” Sam sighed as he took a seat.

Due to it being a small town, it didn’t take long for Kathy to show up at the police station. Once she was escorted into the room, she took a seat across from the three of you with a nervous look.

“Hi, Kathy, would you mind telling us what you saw the other day?” you asked gently.

She shook her head with a mutter as if she was talking to herself about what she might have sawn.

“It must have been a bear. I mean, what else could it have been?”

“What do you think you saw?” you asked.

“No, I—I remember clearly now. It was definitely a bear,” she nodded.

She was obviously hiding something from the three of you, and there was only one logical way to go about getting the information.

“Kathy, I’m sure it was a bear, but it really helps us if we can evaluate every single angle. Whatever you say, I promise you, we’ve heard it all. Just tell us what you thought you saw.”

“It's impossible, but,” she sighed, “I could have sworn I saw... the Incredible Hulk.”

“The Incredible Hulk…?” Sam questioned.

“I told you it was crazy.”

“Bana or Norton?” Dean asked, and you kicked him lightly underneath the table for teasing her.

“Oh, no, those movies were terrible. The TV Hulk.”

“Lou Ferrigno. Spiky-hair, Lou Ferrigno?”

“Yes.”

“Huh.”

“You think I'm crazy,” she sighed.

“No. Uh, no, it's just... would there be any reason that Lou Ferrigno, the Incredible Hulk, would have a grudge against your husband?”

“No. Why would he?” she asked.

“I think that’s all the information we need right now. Thank you so much for coming in and telling us the truth,” you smiled.

Getting up, you escorted her out of the room before turning to the brothers once you knew it was secure.

“The Incredible Hulk?”

“I think we need to look back on the police and news reports while someone goes and checks out the house.”

“I’ll check out the house. You can drop me off on the way,” Sam declared.

“Then, let’s go,” you agreed.

“This report is just weird,” you commented as you read an article in the Wellington Guardian about a "Local man killed in bear attack".

There was a picture of the victim holding a fish proudly that you assumed he caught. The door to the motel opened and Sam walked in with a look of seldom.

“Find anything?” you asked based on his expression.

“There is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front door used to be. Almost like a hulk-sized hole. What do you two got?”

“Well, it turns out that Bill Randolph had quite the temper. He's got two counts of spousal battery, bar brawls, and court-ordered anger management sessions. You might say you wouldn't like him when he's angry,” Dean read.

“So, a hothead getting killed by TV's greatest hothead. Kinda sounds like just desserts, doesn't it? It's all starting to make sense.”

“How is making sense?” you asked.

“Well, I found something else at the crime scene,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of candy wrappers. He drops them on the table to show just how much he’s got. “Candy wrappers. Lots of them.”

“Just desserts, sweet tooth, and screwing with people before you kill 'em,” Dean observed and started to put the pieces together. “We're dealing with the Trickster, aren't we?”

“Sure looks like it.”

“Good. I've wanted to gank that mother since Mystery Spot.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking positive.”

“No, I mean are you sure you wanna kill him?”

“That son of a bitch didn’t think twice about killing Dean a thousand times,” you argued.

“No, I know. I mean, I'm just saying maybe we should talk to him.”

“Excuse me?”

“Think about it, Y/N. He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met. Maybe we can use him.”

“For what?” Dean asked.

“Okay, the Trickster's like a Hugh Hefner type, right? Wine, women, song—maybe he doesn't want the party to end. Maybe he hates this ‘angels and demons’ stuff as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us.”

“You’re actually serious about this,” you gasped.

“Yeah.”

“Ally with the Trickster. A bloody, violent monster, and you wanna be Facebook friends with him? Nice, Sammy.”

“The world is gonna end, Dean. We don't have the luxury of a moral stand. Look, I'm just saying it's worth a shot. That's all. If it doesn't work, we'll kill him.”

“How are we going to find him anyway?” Dean wondered.

“He doesn’t ever just take one victim. He’ll show somehow. I’m sure of it,” you sighed, taking a seat on one of the beds.

“I better make the weapons,” Dean declared, grabbing his keys to get the stuff out of the trunk.

Dean was almost done with sharpening the wooden stake that would kill the Trickster. There was something off about this whole thing and with the Trickster. Why was the name Gabriel coming to your mind whenever you thought of him? Why did he appear now, of all times? It’s been a long gap between the Mystery Spot events and now, so why pick now to show up again? There was something about this eating at your brain, and it bugged the hell out of you not knowing what it was.

Sam was sitting at the table with a police scanner on, waiting and listening for the right kind of call to come in that might point you in the right direction of the Trickster. Dean was on the last stake, although, he seemed pretty much finished. You, on the other hand, were nervously biting your nails in anticipation. Dean looked over at you, and he reached up and removed your hand from your mouth.

“Don’t bite your nails,” he stated.

Sighing, you were about to get up and start pacing when the police scanner started going off with chatter.

“Um, Dispatch? I, I got a possible 187 out here at the old paper mill on Route 6?”

“Roger that. What are you looking at there, son?” Dispatch asked.

“Honestly, Walt, I wouldn't even know how to describe what I'm seeing. Just send everybody,” the officer panicked.

“Alright, stay calm, stay by your car. Help's on the way.”

“That sounded weird, right? Like, weird enough to be our guy?” you asked.

“Let’s go find out,” Dean declared, getting up and gathering the weapons he made.

After packing the car, you three jumped inside. Dean took off down the road to the old paper mill on route six which was a longer drive than you thought it was. However, when you arrived, you frowned at the lack of officers and people.

“Where is everyone? There was a murder here. No police, no anyone. How’s that look to you?” Dean asked as he got out of the car.

Both you and Sam followed his action, and you walked to the trunk to retrieve your weapon.

“I don’t like this at all. Something is wrong,” you muttered loud enough for the brothers to hear it.

“It’s the Trickster. Don’t worry, he must be inside,” Dean shrugged, handing out the flashlights and bloodied stakes.

After he closed the trunk, he and his brother began walking to one of the warehouse doors.

“No, don’t open it!” you gasped too late.

Dean opened the door and walked in, you and Sam following behind. As soon as the door closed, you were no longer in the warehouse, but a hospital. Gone were your worn-out hunter clothes and stakes, only to be replaced with white lab coats and stethoscopes around your neck.

“What the hell?” Dean muttered in confusion.

A blonde doctor and an Asian doctor passed by the three of you, and they gave Sam and Dean sly looks.

“Doctor,” they said as they disappeared into a room.

“Doctor?” Sam asked.

“You shouldn’t have opened those doors,” you sighed.

Turning around, you opened the door you three walked through, expecting to see the outside of the warehouse. Instead, you saw two people making out, and you quickly closed it. A dark-haired male doctor walked past you, and as soon as he did, he slapped your ass with a grin.

“What the fuck?” you snapped angrily.

“Call me,” he winked at you.

Your body jerked forward at the thought of ripping him a new one when Dean held you back. There was no use in fighting anyone when you didn’t know what was going on and the circumstances of this. A brunette doctor quickly approached Sam from the side, muttering his name before slapping him across the cheek.

“Ow!” Sam gasped, your focus shifting from the perverted doctor to the new presence.

“Seriously.”

“What?”

“Seriously? You're brilliant, you know that? And a coward. You're a brilliant coward,” the woman sighed.

“Um, what are you talking about?” he asked, clearly confused.

She reached up and slapped him once more in the same spot.

“As if you don't know!” she sniffled, stalking off in the opposite direction.

While Sam had a look of complete befuddlement, Dean’s was more shocked and admired.

“I don’t believe this,” he smiled.

“What?” you asked.

“That's Dr. Piccolo. Dr. Ellen Piccolo.”

“Who?”

“The sexy yet earnest doctor at,” he walked as he looked around before spotting the name of the hospital on the wall, “Seattle Mercy Hospital.”

“Dean,” Sam sighed, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“The doctor getups. The, the sexy interns. The 'seriously’s’. It all makes sense,” he laughed.

“What is going on, Dean?” you urged.

“We're in Dr. Sexy, MD,” he chuckled.

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Knock, Knock. Epilogue.

Series Summary: You are a really good friend of the Padalecki family. Your apartment gets infested with all kinds of problems, so you have to move in with your friends for a couples of days. Little did you know who you would run into while staying there.

Pairing: (single) Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3600+

A/N: And just like that, the series is over. Thank you so much for the love and support on this story. It was one of my most liked ones, and I feel the same towards it. I hope I did the end justice, and I hope you all enjoy. Much love to you all:)

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Epilogue

A little over 8 months had passed. Which means that is was Jensen’s and yours 1 year anniversary. And oh what the year had been filled with.

For one, Jared and Gen ended up having their little bundle of joy just about 2 weeks ago. When she had told you she was pregnant she was already pushing past 1 month. And just like Gen hoped, it was a baby girl. They named her Odette, and she had all the fire and spark as Gen did even at a young age. Tom, Shep, and Jared were and are all wrapped around her finger, and give her the world.

Jensen was now back for a month or so while they take a hiatus for the mid series in Supernatural. You’re relationship has bloomed even more bringing you closer to each other, and it was as if you two were still in the honeymoon stage of it still.

You had been to a few conventions now with him, and WOWZA was that an experience you wouldn’t mind having just as much as him.

The fans seem to really like you, and a lot were asking for pictures with you as well as Jensen. Much to your surprise, they liked you so much that they even made you fan art and wrote letters to you. They were apart of the sweetest fandom that you had ever met.

Today was the last day of the Dallas Comic Con, and since it was summer break, you were able to join Jensen for all of it this time. And thanks to his help, you surprised your sister and dad to come to the convention with all kinds of VIP tickets so they could meet whoever they wanted. Every once in awhile, they would hang out with you and some of the cast of Supernatural, but they also branched out and went on their own tours. Jensen was kind enough to get your mom, Charlie, and Sadie plane tickets to come as well, but they were sightseeing Dallas instead of staying at the convention. You were just glad that they were all having fun, and experiencing a little of what you get to.

“Hey sweetheart?” Jensen asked from the bathroom of your shared hotel suite. “Have you seen my hat?”

“Which one?” you asked putting on the last bit of your mascara.

“The ball cap I got from Aspen Hatter’s?” he shouted.

“Is that the all black one?”

“Yeah!”

“It’s was on the chair in here last I saw. I may be under some of your clothes.” you said pulling back and giving yourself a once over.

You were wearing high waisted jeans with a simple off the shoulder black long sleeve shirt tucked in. Your now much longer hair, was straight and parted down the middle.

“Where-?” Jensen said coming out of the bathroom and stopping just as he saw you. He let out a low whistle, and you turned seeing him eye you up and down.

“Oh stop.” you laughed waving him off.

“How can I? I’m dating that.” he pointed at you before coming up and giving you a quick kiss and going to the chair. “You know, you’re going to steal all the attention from my fans if you keep looking like that.” he joked as he moved clothes off the chair to find his hat. “Got it!”

“I doubt they’re looking at me when-” you moved over grabbing the cap he put on and twisting it to where it was backwards. “You look like this. Very Dean Winchester today with the flannel, hmm?” you hummed.

“Yeah, cause I know you like it.” he said in a more sultry voice.

“You’re not wrong.” you said leaning up to give him a kiss, but just before you you made contact you pulled a way and gave him a teasing look. “And I know how much you love me teasing you.”

“Not true.” he growled his eye blowing up in lust.

“Well, sad day for you cause we are late, and don’t have time to mess around.” you said pulling back while his hold your waist lingered as you got closer to the door.

Just as you were about to open it, his hand grabbed your wrist, and spun you around.

“That was mean.” he whispered inches from your face.

“What are you going to do about it?” you whispered back with a smirk written across your face showing mischief.

“Well…” he started leaning in, and grabbed your waist pulling your flush to his. His hand snaked behind your neck pulling your face closer to his, and a certain heat grew in you. Just mere centimeters from your lips he stopped, and looked back up in your eyes. “You’ll have to see later. I’m late.” he winked before letting go and opening the door behind you and walking out.

“You little!” you shouted towards him in the hall, and he turned shooting you finger guns, and another wink as he walked proudly to the elevator. “I’m so gonna-” you took a deep breath laughing at him, and ran back to grab your purse before running to catch up with him.

“It’s not fun being teased is it?” he said in a sing song voice once it was just you two in the elevator.

“I’d watch yourself Ackles. You may have just declared war.” you said slyly crossing your arms, and leaning in the opposite corner of the small room.

“Well I think I have a fighting chance. You can’t hold yourself back for too long.” he said watching the numbers get smaller, and with a wide smile on his face.

“We’ll see about that.” you said turning and sending him your best game face.

Something about it made him shiver a little. You looked determined, and now he was kinda scared that you were really going to give him hell. His smile fell, and he was about to ask if you were serious when the doors opened showing Jared and Clint on the other side.

“Y/N, you don’t mean-” he started.

“Clint, Jared!” you said shifting to a whole other personality. “You guys ready?”

“Yes ma’am!” Clint smiled motioning for you to take the lead.

“Thank you sir.” you smiled placing a soft touch on his shoulder and marching ahead of them knowing exactly where to go by now. There was a sway in your hip and you knew Jensen was watching every swift motion you gave them.

“Something seems off.” Jared said as they both started following after you.

“She teased me so I teased her back.” he let out a long sigh as he ran a hand down his face. “I think I started a war.”

“Ooo man. Bad move. The women always win that one.” Jared chuckled slapping his friends back.

“Yeah I know. I haven’t won this game ever.”

___

“My question is for Jensen!” a young girl in the crowd asked.

You were off to the side of the stage watching the panel with Gen who had baby Odette cradled in a carrier on her chest. She had decided to come to this one since it was semi-close to home. The boys were at their grandma’s house, and just baby O was there since she was so young.

You were watching Jared and Jensen being the dorks they were. They were about 10 questions in so far. A lot of them about the show, and certain episodes, and a couple of Jared and the new baby.

“Sure thing sweetheart. Lay it on me.” Jensen smiled, turning to the teenager asking the question.

“We heard Y/N is here, in your hometown, and that you guys are celebrating your 1 year anniversary. Do you guys have anything special planned?” she smiled brightly.

You both knew it was your anniversary, but you planned on celebrating it tomorrow since you were headed home then. With the convention, it was too much of a hassle to plan around it.

“Uh, actually, I have something planned, but she doesn’t know that I do.” he answered.

You turned your head at that, and looked over at Gen who was bouncing up and down with O, and she just sent you a shrug.

“Well, now she does cause she’s right over there and just heard me say it.” he laughed pointing over to you.

Instantly, everyone who hadn’t seen you before, which was a good chunk of the room, started going ballistic. You waved at them and smiled.

“There she is folks by my lovely wife!” Jared shouted, and Gen waved beside you.

“They hate when we do that don’t they?” Jensen asked turning to Jared.

“Eh, I think Gen likes the spotlight.” Jared joked getting a glare from Gen. “See? Look at that beautiful scowl. Aweeeee.” he said getting the crowd to join in with him. “Ok, ok. Jensen I interrupted your question.” he said patting his back.

“Yeah dude. Come on!” Jay exaggerated. “Was that all you got for me sweetheart?”

“Well, is there any hints you can give us or her about what you plan on doing?” she continued to ask.

You were curious yourself so when you made eye contact with him you quirked a brow and tilted your head as you crossed your arms.

“Oh no. Look what you did. I’m getting a scowl as well.” he said shaking his head. “I hope that’s a loving scowl Y/N/N.” you didn’t move. “I honestly have no idea if I’m safe after this panel.” he said getting a laugh from the crowd. “No, but uh-” he went back to the question. “I can give you the hint that it’s romantic, but I can’t say much more. The crowded let out a said awe, and Jensen laughed. “Sorry folks, but it’s a surprise.”

A surprise indeed. Later that night, he had Gen come and help you pick out an outfit for the night out on the town before you left tomorrow. You weren’t sure exactly what his plan was, but Gen told you a simple dress would do the trick.

You picked a simple black dress with gold stars all over it. You grabbed some hoop earrings, and a pair of comfortable heels, and swung your purse over your shoulder.

“And you’re sure this isn’t too much for tonight?” you asked smoothing out the dress.

“Promise. You look great.” she said swaying Odette in her arms. “I wish I could have a night out soon, but we may be waiting a few weeks before that happens.” she laughed looking down at her daughter.

“Oh let me see her.” you gushed moving toward her.

“She just ate. I don’t want her to spit up on you.” Gen said easing her into your arms as you started swaying her in your spot.

“Nonsense. Give me the burp rag, and I’ll be fine.”

“Ok, whatever you say.”

You looked down at the little girl in your arms, and couldn’t believe how much like her mom and brothers she was starting looking like. You were lost in the baby thoughts until your friend snapped you out of it.

“Can you see yourself here in a couple of years?” she said grinning at you.

“I’m not sure when, but I for sure want it.” you said never breaking your stare from Odette.

“Awe, you and Jensen making little Ackles. How sweet!” She jumped in her seat. “I’m waiting for it.”

“Calm your tits. We need to get married first.” you laughed making Odette giggle. “Wait a minute. Did she just-”

“Laugh?” Gen said jumping up and running to look down at her. “She did! That was her first laugh!”

“Is me getting married funny to you?” you said peppering kissing on Odette's face only making her laugh more. “You little turd!”

“And what’s going on in here?” you heard Jensen coming in with Jared close behind.

“Jar! Y/N just made Odette laugh for the first time!” Gen shouted pointing down at the baby in your arms.

“What? Do it again!” he shouted coming to your other side as you all looked down at her.

“I don’t know how. I was just talking.” you laughed.

“Well talk!” Jared smiled.

“Hey O, what did you think was so funny?” you smiled at her. Only getting a grin. “I think I know what got her.” you said leaning down and kissing her all over again. Sure enough the giggling started and she made a loud laugh.

“Awe, O! Look at you go!” Jared said taking her and swaying with her himself.

“You’re something else with kids aren’t you?” Jensen said behind you making you turn to see him in a nice button up, and a pair of his nicer jeans.

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” you shrugged. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, but uh do you want to bring the throw up rag with you?” he said pointing to your shoulder.

“Right. Probably not the most romantic accessory.” you winked taking it off and putting it by Gen who was gushing over her kid with her husband. “Hey, we’ll see you guys later ok?”

“Hmm mmm. See you in a bit.” they said never looking up at you.

“They really are in trouble, aren't they?” Jensen said wrapping an arm around your waist.

“That’s putting it lightly.” you laughed. “Ok,-” you turned to him. “Show the way Ackles.”

“After you Y/L/N.” he motioned for the door.

You went to the lobby and into the car that Clint let you and Jensen drive for the evening.

“So where are we going?” you asked propping your arm on the console, and resting your chin on your hand as you looked at him.

“Can’t tell you. That’s the point of a surprise.” he said side eyeing you and laughing.

“Not even a hint?”

“I gave you a hint. Romantic remember?”

“You’re awful.” you huffed upset you couldn’t get him to spill.

“You love it.”

“Not right now.” you said sagging in your seat.

“Hey,-” he said grabbing your hand. “You look really beautiful tonight.” he said turning for a second to give you sweet eyes before turning back to the road.

“Nice save.” you said squeezing his hand.

He ended up taking you to an old restaurant that he claimed he went to all the time as a teenager, and then ice cream after. The last stop was the stop that mattered the most. He said this was where he went when he came home from work, or LA and would stay to clear his head. Not many people knew about it other than his parents and siblings.

About a 10 minutes drive later, you showed up to a nice little park. It was vacant for the most part, and looked over a pond with ducks and geese.

Jensen came around to your side of the car, and opened the door ever the gentleman.

“Thank you kind sir.” you said playfully taking his hand he extended to you.

“Anything for a princess.” he winked interlacing your hands and shutting the door behind you.

You turned to the view and saw that the sun was setting just behind the pond. It was stunning, and the perfect time to be there.

“Wow. Look at that view.” you let out in a breath captivated by the beauty.

“I know. It’s something isn’t it?” he said softly.

You turned seeing that he wasn’t watching the sun, but was studying you instead.

“I was talking about the sunset.” you giggled with a laugh.

“And I was talking about you.” he winked pulling you closer as he started walking along the hike path. “Sunset’s not bad either.” he shrugged.

“You’re a dork.” you laughed on his shoulder.

“And I take pride in it.” he nodded.

You both walked for about a block in comfortable silence taking in your surroundings. There were beautiful trees, and flowers sprouted along the path, and you weren’t surprised that this is where he would come to clear his mind. It was calming, stunning, and very humbling.

“So in about 25 yards is where I would come to sit and think. It’s kinda hidden, and you really have to be looking for it to find it.” Jensen said pointing to a little opening in the woods.

“Should I be worried that you brought me out here to kill me?”

“No!” he laughed making his body vibrate.

“I don’t know…” you dragged out. “You could have just fed me my last meal, and now you’re dragging me out into the woods. Sounds sketchy to me.” you said nudging his hip.

“Ok, no more horror movies for you… or supernatural.” he said nudging you back and going to grab your hand again. “Come on it’s right here.”

He moved a few branches, and dangling vines out of the way, and you started to see a subtle warm light from behind them.

“Jay what’s-” you stopped mid sentence seeing a swarm of Edison light bulbs strung all around you in this little meadow nook. It was as if the trees had created a dome, and the only light besides the Edison bulbs was the last bits of the pink and red colors of the sunset leaking through. “Oh my…” you said taking it in and walking in further as Jensen stayed behind watching you look at his hiding spot. “Jensen this is stunning.” you breathed out slowly turning in your spot.

Just as you came back to face Jensen, you saw he was no longer standing, but was instead on one knee only a few feet away from you.

Your hands came up involuntarily, and covered your mouth. This wasn’t happening was it? You wanted to say something, but nothing came out. You were in shock.

Jensen was grinning up at you, and that’s when you saw the little velvet box in his hand. A single tear escaped your eye, and you let out a nervous chuckle.

“Jay-”

“Y/N. Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were something else.” he said cutting you off. You sniffled and let out a laugh as you let him continue. “Even hungover, in clothes two times your size, you caught my eye in an instant.”

“I was a mess.” you laughed.

“A mess that was still as gorgeous as a goddess.” he said smiling at you still. “Then when you said you needed a home, I didn’t think twice about bringing you into my life that way. It was rash and not thought through, but it was the best risk I ever took. Because of that one little risk… It led to so many others. Rooming with someone I knew I had feelings for, going to your family’s for Christmas, confessing those feelings in hope you reciprocated them, and tons more.”

You sniffled at his confessions, and wiped away your tears with one hand as he grabbed the other in his.

“And with each risk, I learned that I love taking them with you because you always go with them and don’t second guess them. Because of that.” he opened the box, and grabbed your hand again. “I want to take another. Will you marry me?”

You let out a laugh at how shocked you were. You definitely didn’t see your evening turning out like this.

“YES! Absolutely YES!” you jumped as he stood up and placed the ring on your finger.

He laughed as you both went to kiss each other passionately. So much love was put behind the gesture. You would have had a full on make out session, but the cheer of other people pulled you away from each other. Still wrapped around his neck you turned your head to see Jensen’s family, Gen and Jared, your family, and most of the cast from supernatural coming out of the trees they were hiding in.

“Oh my God! What in the world?” you shouted, turning to them with Jensen still holding onto you.

“Congrats!” they all shouted. Gen and Sadie being the first to run to you and give you a giant hug.

“How did you-”

“Jensen’s had this mapped out for months.” Gen explained. “We helped him set up while you guys were eating, and stayed in the background to watch it happen!”

“You guys!” you smiled holding back more tears, and giving them more hugs.

After about 15 minutes of thanking everyone for helping and coming, you came back to Jensen who was glowing just as much as you.

“You did all this?”

“I’ve been kinda mapping it out since we started dating.” he shrugged, pulling your waist to his.

“Seriously?”

“I knew you were the one pretty fast. Thought I might as well get a head start on it.” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Well, you did amazing.” you turned motioning to your mingling friends and family and your surroundings. “I couldn’t have asked for a better way for this to happen.”

“I’m glad. Now all that’s left is to plan the wedding.” he said kissing you.

“Yeah, but that’s just a small detail.” you joked kissing him back.

You pulled back and rested your foreheads on each others.

“I love you a lot.” you whispered.

“I love you so much more.” he said.

And like that… You were on your way to being Mrs. Ackles.

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