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hongyangi · 1 year

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jacob bae | must be love on the brain

genre: fluff, suggestive, established relationship

notes: not proofread and it's the first time I'm writing here so bear with me ><

special mention @sungbeam because i couldn't get this song outta my head ever since you sent that ask lol not complaining tho <3

you have not even changed from your ballroom outfit yet when someone rang the doorbell. however, you were not even slightly annoyed— heck, didn't even think twice to run by the door because all you could ever think of whoever is blasting the doorbell late at night was jacob. you missed him so much this week and although he promised to come watch your competition, you couldn't have time to reunite after. he had an urgent schedule before the event ended. that's why all you could catch for him was his message saying that he'll see you later.

even so, you couldn't forget how he looked at you when you caught a glimpse of him from the audience. he was sitting at the front, watching you intently. it was a fleeting moment but the way he immediately smiled when the two of you saw each other— you dancing with your partner on stage, and jacob only looking at you. the knowing looks and the faint smile you gave each other was enough to satisfy your heart that was longing for him. it was enough to know that his support for you has never wavered even between busy schedules.

so the moment you opened your door, your heart beats as if having a marathon. you were aching to hug him and cling onto him. yet, you only gave a soft smile and let him in. "hey..." you smiled and stared at his eyes who gave the same look as you.

"hey, hun..." jacob smiled in return.

but there was also goosebumps and butterflies from the way he stares back at you. scanning you from your expressions— the glitter in your eyes because you missed him so much, the slight quiver on your lips because you couldn't figure out what to say to him first, and the way your hands wanted to reach out for him. the comfortable silence giving more tension.

jacob reached out for the doorknob behind him, realizing late that you haven't even locked the door yet. upon locking it, he held your hand to pull you onto him and his other hand rested on your hip to catch you gently, "i missed you..." he whispered with a low voice as he leaned in, "... so much." and in another fleeting moment, his lips touched yours. gently, softly, heartbreakingly sweet but not enough to appease how much you wanted to hear his voice and to have his touch after a long week.

it was unfair that you couldn't even speak when he said he missed you as he claimed your lips. so you made sure that he'd know you felt the same.

your arms draped over his shoulders as you kissed, feet stepping backwards trying to balance yourself so you wouldn't fall but he catches you by the back of your hip. the kiss was gentle but deep. palms resting on your hip until he slowly caressed his girlfriend's small frame and and finds your waist so he could lightly carry you and pin you against the wall. you catch your breath as the kiss becomes deeper then he ghosted your lips to place soft pecks on your cheek and on the crook of your neck. then he breaks from the kiss and looks at you, "but i hate the way he was touching you before i could." he suddenly pouted that you found too cute not to giggle, even when he was being stern. jacob's arms now locking you in between.

you laughed heartily, "but it was just for the competition." it must be about your dance partner, you thought. you cupped his cheeks to make him pout more then gave him small pecks all over his gorgeous face. his hands caressed the back of yours. the enjoyment of seeing his jealous expression is evident on your teasing smile. maybe because he usually stays silent or just humorously laughs it off whenever someone was being linked to you. swear you could take stolen shots right now and use it as black mail when needed, or just whenever you feel playful.

"i know," jacob sighed, "but i missed you so much the whole damn week and i want you all to myself." his voice even more stern, eyes staring at your lips as he waits for your reaction. maybe the last line was your breaking point.

you missed him too. it is even an understatement with this situation. missing all of his little antics, when he smells your hair before hugging you from the back. when he rubs circles your back when you've been on your laptop working the whole day. when he gives you his shirt after your practice. when he carries you downstairs because you're too lazy to get up. or when he would tuck your stray hair behind your ear when you turn to him on the bed. jacob being able to see you comfortably sleeping beside him with the warm sunlight outside the window, its rays of gold shining on your pretty face giving his heart a tiny squeeze.

while you were on that stage, he was already thinking of taking you to a date somewhere quiet and comfortable. so you could talk about what you have missed about each other when you were not together. but plans couldn't go as he thought when he was called to their office for something urgent. and even now when he thought the two of you could take a late night walk but here he is, pinning you against the wall because he couldn't get enough of how pretty you look in that dress. "oh, cobi." it must have been really exhausting for you not seeing him personally on a long week.

"when have I not become all yours?" you stated in a soft voice. one palm resting on his nape and the other playing with his hair.

and just so you know, you were giving him the same look he saw when you were dancing. "that's a dangerous thing to say, my lady." jacob chuckled as he gives you a kiss on the forehead, he pulled you onto him again. he leaned in just as close to have the tip of his nose graze on yours, "all when I'm holding you like this." he taunted, giving your waist a light squeeze.

the two of you giggled, your hearts feeling warmth upon seeing and hearing each other's laugh. "let's make up for those times we couldn't visit each other, shouldn't we?" you suggested. it did not even take long for him to agree. he knows it's the permission you're granting him. add the fact that he just really wants to be with you all night.

you laughed heartily again when he carries you in bridal style to your bedroom. "I'd love that." he smiled cheekily and you smacked him on the chest playfully.

jacob really knows all the ways to your heart. that even when you couldn't meet for a long time, you'd find all traces of him running on your thoughts. he leaves the comfort you couldn't find from anyone else.

"i love you." he whispers as he leaves love bites on the crook of your neck once you lay down your shared bed, and you say it back sending him butterflies.

it really must be love. and tonight he's proving you how much he loves you again, and how much pining and yearning could not equate to what you have now.

#my roommate must be wondering why the song is 1-hour long #the boyz #jacob bae #jacob #tbz #the boyz jacob bae #jacob bae scenario #the boyz imagine #i tried #dal fics #jacob bae fic #jacob bae imagines

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 4 years

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I can't stop thinking about your madame red au and the headcannons you wrote last. Can I ask for Joker and reader where she helps him during the dance and all and defends him behind his back when some ladies are shocked because ,,how dare a woman lead a man?!". And maybe Madame Red notices the reader and her behaviour towards Joker and the others and already ships them? Sorry it's so long. Headcannons or scenarios are fine. 😅😁

PLEASE DON’T BE SORRY, THIS IS ALL I EVER WANT IN LIFE AND I OWE U FOR REQUESTING IT

it got so hecking long omg I never plan for things to get this long but when I like something a lot it just kind of happens!!!

The fact that your new companion is missing an arm seems to bother you far less than it does him, at least in the context of trying to figure out how to position yourselves to dance.

“I just, ah ― oof, Lord ― I-I dunno if this is gonna work.” His face is about as red as his hair by now, and he just draws himself away from you. “I’m… I’m sorry. This pro’ly ain’t such a good idea, beauty. Why, uh, why don’t ye go dance wit’ someone else?”

Able to feel other people’s eyes on you both, you shamelessly step back toward him. “Because I want to dance with you. It’s not really that big a deal, is it? There has to be a way.”

He offers you a timid smile. “Be m’ guest, m’ lady.”

The sound of several other girls tittering behind their fans as they watch the man flounder is all the determination you need.

“So I shall!” You return his smile before analyzing the situation. After a moment, you make a move: you wrap your arm around his waist and draw him flush against you. This might be a good start… “Hm, this may work. If I keep my arm here, then I can support you. That way, we can hold hands and you don’t have to worry about losing your grip or anything, because I’ll be holding you.”

Another round of blush blooms over his cheeks. “T-this ain’t exac’ly proper, though, is it? I mean… Mum said th’ man’s s’posed ta be th’ one wit’ ‘is arm round the lady’s waist. Heh, treatin’ me like a lady, are ye? Makin’ a joke like ev’ryone else?”

You can’t help but to burst out laughing, though you take care not to be too loud. The two of you have enough attention on you already, and you get the sense that it’s not the good kind, so you don’t want to attract more. “What?? I wouldn’t make a joke of you. It’s just that we have to do things a bit differently, and we have to do whatever works. It doesn’t mean I’m treating you like a lady. If this is what works, then that should be the proper thing, shouldn’t it?”

“… Well…” His good arm scratches at the side of his cheek as he seems to think that over. It makes a lot of sense, as far as you’re concerned. The very definition of proper is that something is correct. If the way you normally dance doesn’t work when dancing with him, then clearly it isn’t proper. “I, ah, guess I never thought ‘f it that way b’fore. Good way ta put it. This is… alrigh’, then? Dancin’ like this? Ye don’t mind it?”

“Of course not. It’ll be kind of exciting to do things differently.” With your free hand, you take his, weaving your fingers into the spaces between his and noting how it just feels right. “I think this is song is meant to be waltzed to, so… one, two, three?” you tease.

When he chuckles, it’s a sound like golden honey. He has such a lovely voice, and a bright laugh to match even as he’s keeping it soft. “One, two, three, it is, m’ beauty.”

So the two of you start to move. As you lead him around the dance floor, you focus on him rather than all the people who are staring at you. “By the way, I don’t think we introduced ourselves. I’m (Name). And your name?”

“Ah, it’s JOKER,” he hums. “Mum told me she’d never heard ‘f anyone wit’ tha’name, but I picked it m’self a while ago. Never ‘ad any other one.”

“Huh… Lady Durless-Barnett isn’t your mother by blood, right?”

“Aye, tha’s right. She found us all an’ took us in.”

“So, what about the woman who gave birth to you? She didn’t give you any kind of name?”

He averts his eyes down toward your feet with a halfhearted shrug. “She didn’t. Rather not talk ‘bout any o’ that, ‘f ye don’t mind.”

You frown, but recover quickly. “Oh… no, that’s fine. I understand. Then ― all the others that Lady Durless-Barnett took in along with you. You were all basically a family before she found you? You’re all brothers and sisters?”

“Mhm. Tha’s ‘ow we’ve always thought o’ each other.”

“That’s so sweet.” You glance around the room for a minute, spotting some of them, and you can’t help the smile that settles on your lips. “What are their names? What are they like?”

His own smile is back at those questions. “Well… th’ two over sittin’ in th’ chairs, that’s Mally an’ Dagger. They’re each missin’ a leg. Both a bit ‘otheaded, if ye ask me, but that jus’ means they’re also passionate an’ determined. Go ta th’ ends o’ the Earth f’r ye if they think ye deserve it.”

“What about the tall fellow standing by the punch?”

Joker laughs and this time a little snort makes its way out. “Aw, that’s Jumbo. Ye can tell righ’ off what’s goin’ on with ‘im, can’t ye? I knoo he looks scary, but ‘e’s got the biggest ‘eart I ever seen. More afraid o’ ye than ye are o’ him, I’d wager. That suit don’t fit ‘im right; Mum did ‘er best.”

“And the girl next to him by the refreshment table ― the one with cake all over her dress?”

“Ah, God! She’s got it all dirty already, does she?” That grin of his is… really something. “Tha’s Freckles. We call ‘er Doll sometimes, too. Ye knoo, she’s pro’ly the brightest outta all o’ us, ‘r at least brighter’n I am. She’s pretty much th’ heart o’ our li’l group, always got a smile f’r us all.”

“I think the last two are… running around flirting? They seem to be half everyone else’s height?”

It’s obvious that the image is hilarious to him. “Oh, Peter an’ Wendy. Those two only grew ta a certain ‘eight, an’ they’re ‘bout as inseparable as anythin’. Peter can be a bitter pill ta swallow, rough round the edges… come ta think ‘f it, so can Wendy, she’s jus’ quieter. Once ye get ta know ‘em, though, ye see they ain’t bad at all.”

You give one more look at all of them, then return your gaze to Joker’s face. “… So, how about you?”

He blinks a few times, looking surprised. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” you giggle. “Now that I know that everyone else is passionate, nice,energetic, loyal… what are you? How would you describe yourself the way you just described your family?”

“Oh… er…” And he’s blushing again. Precious. “I… dunno, really.”

A hum vibrates up from your throat. “I suppose I’ll just have to find out for myself, then. As it stands, this is one of the most pleasant dances I’ve ever had with someone, so I would use charming as a starting point.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Ye think?”

“I’ve done this a few times, you know.” You lead him in the next step, twirling around with him in your arms. “So far, you’re probably the best dance partner I’ve had. You’re very sweet.”

“Awh, ye’re havin’ a go at me. Don’t make me blush, beauty.”

As the song transitions into a new one, you lean over and give a very light kiss to his cheek. “Oh, don’t limit me like that. You’re very handsome when you blush.”

You loosen your arm so that he can move away if he doesn’t want to dance for another song. “So,” you say, “would you like to go for another song?”

He shifts himself out of your arms. “Actually, sure. But first, would it… maybe be alrigh’ if I brought Mally an’ Dagger over? They both been poutin’ over not bein’ able ta dance, an’, well, if ye can find a good way ta ‘elp me dance, I bet ye could f’r them too. Sure make ‘em real happy, if ye’re up f’r that.”

“Oh… of course! I’m nothing if not up for a challenge.” You step back and give him a curtsy. “Hurry back!”

“Joker, darling, did I just see you were dancing with (Name) (Surname)? Goodness, and you didn’t think you��d be confident enough to ask anyone to dance, yet you asked the most beautiful, eligible woman in the room!”

Joker shoots a nervous grin at his mother, who’s currently fanning herself as she surveys her party. “Actually, she… she was th’ one who asked me.”

“What?” Anne’s eyes get even wider, sparkling devilishly. “Oh, my!! That can only mean one thing. She’s interested in you.”

“Her? Oh, Mum, she’s lovely, she really is, but… I-I dunno.” Just thinking about you makes his heart skip a beat. He’s very much interested in you, but the two of you did just meet, and he’s… missing pieces. “She couldn’t be int’rested in me.”

Anne pauses in the motion to point her fan toward the dance floor. “Then why is she doing that?”

When Joker turns his head where his mother is pointing, he not only sees what you’re doing, he hears it too. Currently, you’re positioned as if in a stand-off with one of the other attendees.

“― And you don’t know anything about him! You want to insult someone, pick on someone your own size and come at me. Go on! If you want me to tell my father to cut off business with yours, I dare you to say something. A woman leading a man in a waltz isn’t that strange! Well? Suddenly you don’t have anything to say? Just turn around like the coward you are, and if I hear you so much as breathe another word about him, you will be sorry.”

Joker’s attention isn’t even on the fact that the other lady turns bright red before flouncing off with her friends. He doesn’t care about her reaction; he cares about what you’re saying and doing. What…?

It would appear you’re defending him from someone who tried to make rude remarks about him. Why? Isn’t that the kind of thing that could ruin your standing if you get too heated about it? Why would you risk that just because someone made a cruel comment about someone you barely know? Why would you threaten such a big thing as changing your father’s business partners for him, who’s basically a stranger to you?

Anne’s giggling as she nudges Joker with one elbow. “Keeping that in mind, we should start thinking about whether you’d like a June wedding or a December wedding.”

“Mum!!” he snorts, though his face is all aglow with a soft pink. “That’s not… I’m not… she’s…”

“She likes you. Which, of course, proves that she has excellent taste.” Anne runs an affectionate hand through her son’s hair. “Why don’t you set up a date with her, sweetheart?”

Joker’s gaze returns to you, still standing in the middle of the dance floor, arms crossed, silently daring anyone to say anything mean about him or any of the others, while he remembers how kindly you treated him.

“… I just might do that, Mum. Just might.”

#twennari #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Joker #reader insert #romantic #Madame Red Savior AU #drama #fluff #THIS IS ALL I WANT HOLY FUCK #I'M SO GLAD PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED IN THIS AU BECAUSE I WILL BLEED FOR THIS AU!!!!!#queued

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theearlymorningmist · 6 years

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Strawberry Pancakes

TONY STARK X READER, TONY STARK X PREGNANT!READER

Plot: You and Tony are best-friends and partners in crime, despite him being deeply disapproving of your unhealthy and abusive relationship with your boyfriend. But when you find out you’re pregnant, Tony steps up in more than one way. [1600 words]

Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Warnings: Slight mentions of abuse.

(Y/F/N) = Your Full Name / (Y/N) = Your first name

Masterlist

You had been brought on as an assistant to the Avengers by S.H.E.I.L.D about a year ago, to help with missions and general functioning of the team. In that time, you and Tony had become best friends. Like two HYDRA-Targets in a pod, one might say. But it hadn’t started out as the smoothest relationship…

“Hi my name is (Y/F/N). I’m going to be working with you from now on.”

“Uh, my memo said ‘for’ you. Yep, Special Agent (Y/F/N) is going to be working for you.” Sniped Tony, clearly unimpressed about having to welcome a stranger into the tower.

“My apologies Mr. Stark. Did you need someone to fold your towels and make you little pancakes in the morning? Because my memo said that you were supposed to be a genius, so I’m sure you can figure that kind of stuff out yourself.”

“I love pancakes.” He grinned.

“Me too, I’ll take mine at 8, with strawberries.” You replied, before nodding to Fury and leaving the room.

After that you and Tony’s relationship had developed into ‘frenemies’, as Clint put it. You were always playfully at each other’s throats. But still hadn’t gotten into the deep stuff yet. What really makes a friendship. That didn’t happen until 4am on a rainy Wednesday morning.

Tony had been startled awake once again by vicious nightmares. He might have left that cave in Afghanistan, but it never truly left him. He was drenched in his own sweat as he got out of bed and wiped himself down. The man threw on a t-shirt and some jeans before heading to the common room to get some coffee. He had decided to just go back to the lab instead of trying to sleep again.

When he arrived in the common room however, he found you. You were sat on the couch, dead still, and in damp clothes. This was odd, because you usually spent the night at your boyfriend’s place, unless there was a mission the next day, and came to the tower in the morning.

“Hey, (Y/N) what are you doing here? Miss me too much?” He joked. But then you turned around, and he regretted it immediately. There were tears in your beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes.

You wiped your eyes and tried to muster up a smile. “Miss you? Ha…” You quipped weakly.

Tony moved around the couch and sat on the coffee table in front of you. “Hey…uh…you good?” He asked, unsure how to interact non sarcastically with you.

“Yeah…I just um… I got in a big fight with my boyfriend.” You admitted, looking down.

“Ah…” Tony said quietly.

“What are you doing up so early?” You inquired, noting the heavy bags underneath the man’s eyes.

“Decided to get some work done.” He answered too quickly.

“Oh yeah? And what prompted you to get up at 4am and decide to work?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Alright you got me, I missed you.” Tony admitted in a sarcastic tone, placing his hands over his heart. To which you rolled your eyes.

“Tony.” You said, seriously. “How bad was the nightmare?” You asked, softly.

With a long breath, Tony finally met your gaze. “Pretty bad.” He whispered, rubbing his legs anxiously.

You reached out and placed a hand on his to stop the nervous motion. “I’m sorry.” You said, earnestly. “You can always talk to me, if you ever need.”

“Thanks, but I--” He stopped, looking down at your hand on his. “You’re bleeding.”

“What? Oh… I didn’t even notice.” You spoke, more to yourself, as you looked at a couple shards of glass wedged in your left hand.

“What happened?” Tony asked as he led you by your injured hand to the sink to wash it off. A surprisingly gentle act for Tony Stark.

“Oh…Craig threw a glass. I guess some of the shards got me.” You admitted, watching as the man examined the now clean wounds.

“Does he do things like this often?” Tony asked, giving you a serious look. You don’t reply, but that’s answer enough for him. “You know…You can always talk to me, if you ever need.” He repeated your own words back to you.

“Thanks.” You smile.

“Okay, now, let’s get this glass out, huh? With me and my skilled hands, it’ll only hurt…a lot.” The man grinned, evilly.

Since then, you and Tony we’re much closer. You talked, like really talked, not just quipping back and forth sarcastically. But you still sniped at one another once in a while. It was tradition. But one day when you were both in a seemingly bad mood, things got a little too personal…

You exited the elevator, into the common area, and began to head straight to your room. Tony, who had been napping on the couch after getting no sleep for 2 days, was woken by your heels clicking and was not impressed by it.

“Hey, you break up with that asshole of a boyfriend yet?” He called, bitterly.

You stop, and without even turning around, respond, “You see a therapist yet?”.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you before you continued to your room and slammed the door. Once you were in your room, the nausea came back. You rushed to the connected bathroom and lost your breakfast.

As you cleaned yourself up, you let out a long sigh. How long could you hide the fact you were pregnant from the Avengers? From Tony? Ugh, Tony. You thought, knowing you should probably apologize.

Tony had the exact same though after you left, and headed to you room just in time to hear you getting sick. “(Y/N)?” He called softly, knocking on the door. “Everything okay?”

“I’m fine, just, go away Tony.” You responded.

“Listen, (Y/N), I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

You bit you lip. You knew you had to make up with Tony. But you were irrationally worried that he would take one look at you and just know.

“(Y/N)?” He called again, when you didn’t answer.

You opened the door to face the man. “I’m sorry too.”

There was an awkward silence, and then both of you spoke at the same time.

“I love you.” / “Pregnant!”

“What?” You both said at the same time, confused.

Tony touched his nose. “You first.” He said, eyes still wide.

“Pregnant…” You repeated, words escaping you. “…Is the thing that I am.” You cursed yourself for sounding so stupid right now. You just couldn’t keep secrets from Tony. You should have never opened the bathroom door.

“You’re…”

“Yep.”

“With Craig’s…”

“Yep.”

“No.”

“What?” You asked, confused.

“No you and your kid aren’t going anywhere near him anymore.” Tony said, face resolute.

“Tony, that’s not your decision.”

“He’s a total asshole!” Tony exclaimed, voice raising.

“Hey! That total asshole happens to be the father of my unborn kid!”

“Biologically sure, but do you really think for one second that man would be any kind of real parent to that kid!?”

“If not him, then who else, Tony!?” You retort, not quite sure why.

“Me!” Tony snaps quickly. And then, realizing what he’s said he takes a breath and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I mean….us…the team…we’d help you out… You don’t have to go back to him… (Y/N), please…” He reaches out to gently touch your wrist and you wince, causing Tony to freeze.

You bite your lip as Tony carefully brings your wrist up and tugs the sleeve down a bit to reveal a large fresh bruise. You can’t meet the man’s eyes.

“Did he do this?”

You nod, unable to fight anymore. “When I told him I was pregnant.”

“Oh (Y/N)…” Tony sighs, pulling you into a hug. You immediately burst into tears.

“He didn’t used to be like this, and sometimes he isn’t! And…I’ve known him since high school, Tony…He was there for me when my mother was dying…” You whimper, burying your face in his shoulder.

“You don’t owe him anything.”

“But what if he comes for the kid?” You counter, pulling back to look at Tony.

“I’ve got the best lawyers money can hire, sweets.” He gives you a soft smile. “I can take care of you.”

Suddenly what Tony said before registers. It had slipped through the cracks in all the confusion.

“Tony…do you….have feelings for me?”

He swallows and looks just to the side of your face, nervously. “Yeah…I do.” He admits. “But me wanting you to end it with Craig isn’t about that. It’s about your safety…and the safety of your kid… Because I love you, and I want the best for you. And if you’d let me…I’d love the heck outta your kid too….”

Tears well up in your eyes again. “I…” The words stay on the tip of your tongue. You feel like your betraying the person whose been by your side through some of your worse years. But then you remember what Tony said, You don’t owe him anything. And you can no longer deny your feelings for the sweet, caring, misjudged man before you. “I love you too.”

Tony smiles, one of his rare genuine smiles that lights up every part of his eyes. Slowly he leans in and places the softest kiss on your lips. It’s over too soon, but Tony just gives you a look that says there’s still more to discuss, but not right now.

“Come on Prego, I’ll make you some strawberry pancakes.”

[A/N: Part 2 perhaps...? Let me know! Also, in case there’s any confusion. The act of conceiving the child was 100% consensual.]

#tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #tony stark #tony stark x pregnant!reader #x reader #marvel #avengers #marvel imagine #tony stark imagine #iron man imagine #strawberry pancakes #irondad #dad!tony x reader #dad!tony x pregnant!reader

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evang-hellion · 6 years

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Rules: Tag 10 bloggers

Tagged by: @wakingupthemonster

Name: Evan

Gender: Male

Star sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5’11” (approx. 1.8m)

Sexuality: Straight

What image do you have as a wallpaper?: A photo I took earlier today. Go check out my photo blog!!

Where do you see yourself in ten years?: A few places - either in my dream job, writing films/reviews professionally, or higher-up in my current company. It’s a surprise!!

If you could be anywhere else right now, where?: Somewhere on a beach, sippin’ somethin’ strong..

What was your coolest Halloween costume?: Sixth grade. Homemade hobo costume - won a dress-up contest for it, no biggie..

What’s your favorite ‘90s show?: Zoids. Every morning before grade school. Miss the heck outta that show..

Who was your last kiss?: Gee, lemme think..

Have you ever been stood up?: Yes. Fucking sucked, but…their loss.

Have you ever been to Vegas?: Nope, and don’t plan to..

Favorite fruit?: Strawberries

Favorite book?: The Loch by Steve Alten

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done?: *Not* told someone, “I love you.” Friend, family member, partner - doesn’t matter. Say it at least once a day. It can mean the world to someone who needs to hear it..

I tag: @mrs-hiddles @corky404 @personal-pancake @love-war-and-ink @thewriterkid @vivien-reis @officialunitedstates @unreactive @xio1991 @the-honeymoon-avenue

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jayankles · 7 years

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Since I’ve Been Loving You (Part 2)

Pairing: Cop!Dean x Cop!Reader

Summary: Dean is still nowhere to be found, so you set up your own task force consisting of a few friends.

Word Count: 1865

Warnings: language, implied past abusive relationship, blood, kidnapping

Since I’ve Been Loving You masterlist

Part 1 from @luci-in-trenchcoats

Previously on Since I’ve Been Loving You:

The house was quiet and you sat the food down on the table, hoping he was passed out in bed. When you got up there the sheets were messy but his blanket was still there which struck you as odd. He hadn’t gone anywhere without it for two days, almost childlike with the way he carried it around.

His phone was near the bed and it wasn’t until you’d wandered around the house twice before you called Sam.

“Is Dean with you?” you asked, hoping for some odd reason Sam decided to drop by town this week and hang out with his brother.

“Hey, Y/N. No, I haven’t heard from Dean since the beginning of the week. What’s up?” he asked.

“Nothing, he’s just not home. He’s been sick and I thought maybe you took him to the doctor since Baby’s still here. Maybe he got a ride from someone else,” you said, stuffing lunch in the fridge and heading back outside.

“He didn’t leave a note? That’s not like him,” said Sam, his voice concerned now.

“Yeah. He probably got a neighbor or something to do it,” you said, Sam obviously hearing the worry in your own.

“Give me a call when you find him,” he said. “I’d appreciate it.”

“Will do Sammy,” you said, hanging up. Hopefully he turned up soon.

You had paced the kitchen back and forth for half an hour. With your phone in your hand you tried to place some calls, leaving at least half a dozen fearful messages for Dean on his whereabouts. Sam hadn’t contacted you to say that Dean had shown up at his door step, which you hoped he would do, to afraid to come home to you if he was inebriated.

“Dean, please. I promise that if you are drunk, I won’t be mad. Just come home so I know you’re safe, or at least go back to Benny’s. I’m worrying my ass off here.” You gave a watery chuckle, hoping that he was on the other end just waiting to play a trick on you.

You were fidgeting the rest of the night and into the early hours of the morning. You were in no condition to work at all. Not if you didn’t get a few hours rest because it wouldn’t do Dean any good.

With a heavy heart, you trudged down the oak steps of your shared house and made your way to the cupboard, ready to dose yourself up with a few sleeping pills, it wouldn’t be the first time you had used them. Especially when you were with Redge and when you had come out of the abusive hold he had on you.

Dean’s POV

Dean felt the throbbing pain immediately as he came to, at first he thought it was due to his ‘man flu’ - as Y/N referred to his cold - but when Dean tried to move his arms, he found that they were tied to a tree in the middle of an unfamiliar looking forrest.

“Ah, little Dean,’ A sinister voice from his past sounded in front of Dean. “I see you’re awake.”

Although beaten up and bruised, scratches and cuts on his face, Dean’s cocky side still seemed to shine through.

“And I see you’re still as creepy as ever. Little Dean,” he stopped to look down at the crotch of his now dirty and muddy sweatpants, “is still a bigger man than you ever were.”

“Now, now, Dean, you won’t be getting home with that attitude.”

“It’s not like I’ll be going home with your crazy ass outta jail. What are you gonna do to me, huh?”

Dean used all his skills as a cop to try and talk the man so he could figure a way out of this situation. The cuffs his kidnapper had used dug into the skin of his wrists, his teeth bared and he slightly winced at the pain they were causing him.

His kidnapper unsheathed his blade, laughing maniacally as he stared at his own reflection in the silver knife. “Why would I be stupid and tell you what my plans are?” The man squinted at Dean.

“I just wanted to know whether you were going to kill me and if so wanted to know how long I had.” Dean said as he bitterly smiled.

“Deanie, I’m not going to kill you. That would be way too easy, I’m going to make you wish you were though. It’s a shame really ‘cause your phone has been blowing up with voicemails from your little cop girlfriend back home. I wonder how she would feel if I told her you just upped and left without even consulting her. Think she’ll believe you went after that blonde you had a fling with in South Dakota? Hartford was it? I’m sure she’ll be devastated to hear the news.”

“Don’t you dare bring her into this, she has done nothing to you.” Dean snares, shuffling forward and sticking his neck out but regretting it as his kidnapper lurches forward pressing the knife to Dean’s exposed skin, drawing blood in the steel’s wake. His kidnapper evilly chuckling as Dean winced. “I always loved the smell of blood.”

This guy was a freak and Dean knew it. The things that were running through Dean’s mind, they were a jumbled up mess. He wanted to get out of there and lock this crazy son of a bitch up so he could get home to you.

Y/N’s POV

You woke up feeling numb. A dull effect created by the medicine you had taken the night before. Even though the meds had got you to sleep, it didn’t stop the plague of nightmares of Dean’s kidnapping.You had got over Redge and had recently got together with Dean.

Shooting up in your bed, at the thought.

That was it! REDGE!

It was the only reasonable explanation you had. Redge was the only one crazy enough You quickly threw the covers off of your body and immediately stripped bare, turning on the shower and waiting for the water to heat up. Once that was done, you got in, until it ran cold, using all the hot water.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped the towel around your body and dried yourself off before getting dressed. You foregone your coffee, which would turn out to be a mistake but you would find that out later. Grabbing your keys from the cabinet next to the door, you got into the car and drove to work. A mission on your mind to get to Dean and save him. You didn’t want to lose Dean, especially when you had just revealed that you wanted to be with him.

You were working on autopilot, not even registering that you had parked and locked your car, stomping into the precinct to where Redge was.

“You bastard!” You shouted, tossing your bag on your desk as you passed it. Redge had turned at the sound of your voice, away from a group of your unfortunately shared co-workers.

“What have I done now?”

Your uncharacteristically raised, angry voice had gathered a small crowd, no violence yet so the others hadn’t convened in the situation.

“Where is he, you asshole? Where’s Dean?” Your finger dug into his chest as you unleashed your fury on him. “You just couldn’t stand the fact that I was away from you and your abusive ways. You and your hatred for Dean and I’s relationship has taken it way overboard and taken him away just when I got him. He was sick god dammit and you took him when he was vulnerable. You’re a fucking monster!”

You repeatedly punched at his chest with a clenched fist, the anger radiating off of you, wave after wave. Redge was having a hard time holding back his fists and retaliating, the only thing stopping him was the other officers in the precinct.

“You’re a fucking crazy bitch! I didn’t do shit to Dean. Didn’t even know you two were rackin’ it up with each other.” Redge replied with an evil grin on his face, you wanted to punch that stupid smirk off of his face but an officer had you restrained with your arms by your side, trying to warn you to stay calm.

“Just because you’re a cop doesn’t mean you can’t get arrested by doing this.” He told you, you knew he was right though but you were wound up and worried about Dean’s sudden disappearance. It left a horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach. You knew something was up.

The chief had exited his office at the ruckus you were causing.

“What the heck is going on out here?” He took a moment to assess the situation, his eyes immediately falling on you and your abusive ex. “Y/L/N, Redge. Get in here. Now!”

After the chief had reprimanded you and Redge of your actions in the precinct he let Redge go so that he could talk to you about Dean.

“Have you filed a missing person’s report?” The chief had asked, interlacing his fingers together and placing them on the desk in front of him.

“It hasn’t been 24 hours yet. But Sir this is unlike Dean and you know he’s been out sick. If he had gone somewhere he would’ve left me a note, or taken his phone to send me a text or even taken his car. You know he loves that thing as if it were a woman.” You took a deep breath as you thought about what could have happened to Dean within the time frame that he could have been missing. “It’s just. He- he wouldn’t just up and leave. I just can’t help but feel like something has gone to shit.”

“If it hasn’t been 24 hours, you know there isn’t much we can do about it, even if Dean is one of our own. I’m sorry (Y/N) but you wouldn’t be enforcing the law. It’s out of my hands, my dear.”

Swallowing thickly, you nodded at the chief and got up, the chair skurfing against the oak floorboards as you exited his office, shutting the door behind you.

You just wanted your partner back, your best friend, your boyfriend.

But as much as it pained you, you knew the chief was right and there wasn’t much that the officers couldn’t do but that didn’t mean you couldn’t put together your own task force for the job.

If you were so anxious about Dean’s disappearance, you couldn’t imagine how Sam would be feeling.

Sam!

You pulled out your phone sending him a quick text that Dean still hadn’t turned up but that you needed him and his father.

If this task force of yours was to work then you would need all hands on deck, you knew just the people for the job.

Stepping away from the chief’s office door, you made your way to your desk to collect your bag and decided to gather the team in privacy of your car.

Scrolling through the contacts on your phone, you almost instantly found the person you needed.

“Come on. Pick up, pick up.” You murmured to yourself as the phone continued to ring.

The deep voice on the other end sounded through the device. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Cas,” you drawled. “Hey buddy, how are you doing?”

“Cut the shit. What do you want?”

You scoffed, feigning hurt but you knew he was right. “Would I ever call you just for a favour, pfft? You owe me from last time anyway, I saved your ass, the least you could do is hear me out.”

“Just tell me what you want and I’ll see what I can do.” Castiel sounded tired and bored, he just wanted you to come out with it.

“How would you and Chuck like to come to Minnesota?” Your toes wiggled and you bit at the skin on the inside of your cheek, waiting for his answer. To persuade him, turning his attention away from the freezing temperatures, you added. “Please, it’s about Dean. I need you and your father to help me find him. Sam and John will be there too. It just isn’t like Dean to just disappear without so much as a text. Something just doesn’t feel right. I need you, I need you all.”

With a sigh, Castiel answers and you can hear his resolve starting to break, “Florida’s not that nice anyway, we’ll be on the next flight out.”

Part 3 coming sometime in November from @parallelingrealisticsanity

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