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mayyourshipsbewithyou · 3 years

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Things I loved about In the Heights

-The sounds of the city are part of the music of the opening song

-The frame story is the only way this story should be told; the story only works if it shows the results of Usnavi's decision to stay

-Anthony and Lin shaking hands

-Yay to random mixed race couple asking for directions

-“I hope you’re writing this down I’m gonna test you later” only makes sense with kids

-Showing different residents of Washington Heights provides scale

-I’m not sure about the decision to cut Camila, but if it means less Nina drama, then I love it

-I love how Usnavi has his friends’ orders all ready to go

-LOVE how Usnavi announces Benny’s entrance

-Everything about Vanessa in this movie is perfect=> she’s given so much more depth, her beauty is downplayed, she’s kind of a nerd, but has a beautiful smile

-Nina’s heels=> metaphor for her reaching for the stars

-I love the actress that plays Nina; she’s the right age and her singing voice is so sweet

-Nina’s hair is straight when she’s at school; as soon as she comes home, it’s curly=>she can be herself at home

-When Nina turns around and sees the crowd of people counting on her=> I felt that

-I love seeing Nina get her acceptance letter; I remember what that was like for my brother

-Camila must have died while Nina was at college in this version; Nina lost her mother recently which helps explain her different reason for dropping out; she feels lost

-I don’t know why Sonny is using this deep voice, but I love it!

-Whoever decided to have 96,000 take place at the pool is a genius

-The graphics at the beginning of 96,000 are good for helping regular people understand the rap

-Pete just put his arm around Sonny=> are they dating?

-Sonny yelling 96,000 as he enters the pool=> the sound design

-Pete nodding along to Usnavi=> sucking up to the family

-Usnavi is such a proud cousin-uncle during Sonny’s part in 96,000

-Vanessa making her “I'll be downtown” walk down a ramp

-The dancer doing flips is now a diver doing spins into the pool

-On stage, the lighting was dark; in the movie, it’s underwater

-The circles of people in the pool reflect the zeros in 96,000

-Lin and Chris being rivals is perfect; their bromance is everything

-Nina and Benny being together before the events of the movie means they are the beta couple and have less drama than Usnavi/Vanessa which is how it should be

-Benny joins in during “on that fire escape”=> like West Side Story

-Benny’s “Let me in” against the fence is hilarious

-Nina and Benny are FUN, not angsty like in the original

-Nina following the little girl=> following herself, following her dreams which eventually lead her to the sea; all of this is done while she’s talking about her past

-Nina and Benny instrumental™ part 1 in the middle of “When You’re Home”, Benny interrupts=> their story isn't complete yet

-Benny says he believes in her without discounting her feelings

-Everyone loving Nina=> I finally get it

-Nina is home geographically and with people who love her

-Benny is Nina’s home

-In the Heights is about how dreams are great, but the life you have now can be so beautiful

-Nina’s hair during the dinner/club scene is great

-Usnavi is wearing his dad’s hat for his date with Vanessa; he knows that she is to him what his mom was for his dad

-Family dinners are the same in every culture

-Awkwardness of long-time friends going on a date

-Vanessa offers Usnavi his first drink of the night; he thinks that’s what she wants; because why would she want him and only him?

-Usnavi whispering in Vanessa’s ear is so sexy

-Love that Benny is on Nina’s side instead of being mad at her

-I wonder if they thought 5 years of Benny working for Kevin was too much or too little since they changed that line to "all these years"

-Benny’s reactions to Vanessa dancing at the club are hilarious

-Vanessa laughing at Usnavi dancing with someone else

-Nina is always smiling and laughing at the things going on around her; not as self centered

-Nina and Benny dancing at the club=> all of the yeses

-Usnavi is too nervous about being alone with Vanessa that he un-dated himself; he wasn’t quite ready

-Love that they consciously cut all the “Usnavi, help me” parts=> Vanessa is not a victim

-Fireworks are a romantic setting for Sonny and Pete, just saying

-Usnavi/Benny/Nina talking about the fourth member of their square gives me feelings; I need more of these four in fanfic, my dreams

-“I got to wait for Vanessa”=> the stuff dreams are made of

-Benny is such a good person; he’s even better than the original which is what he deserves

-Usnavi is relieved to have Vanessa call his name

-“Don’t walk away from us tonight”=> great addition

-To give Usnavi and Vanessa some of Nina and Benny’s original lines is to see the face of God

-The first time I saw this, I’m ashamed to admit, I thought Benny was going to steal money from the dispatch; I was a fool

-Dancer with fireworks on his shoes

-Benny is smart and good; he isn’t doing this for Kevin or Nina but for the people of New York

-Abuela was able to see stars again on the last night of her life

-I’m sad Blackout isn’t exactly the same but the orchestral parts that cover up what is unsaid is so beautiful it makes up for it

-Abuela’s family is her “fireworks”; they are what light up the Heights

-Sonny came to Usnavi instead of being with his dad during the blackout; his real family

-Abuela’s smile as she looks at her family while reflecting on her childhood is the most beautiful thing there will ever be

-Paciencia y Fe as a dream sequence is how it was meant to be

-The transition on the subway from reality to memory

-Paciencia y Fe is a mixture of cultures; like Abuela’s memories

-“Wide awake”=> stepping off the subway

-The same actress played Abuela on Broadway and in the movie

-Abuela may be in a musical, but she’s still an old woman

-“As I feed these birds”=> back to the present

-Calor means heat in Spanish but in English it sounds like color

-Abuela dying during the night of the blackout is perfect

-Usnavi saying “she was just here” twice: when she was literally just there and many years, maybe a decade, after the fact

-Usnavi’s daughter is the life that goes on after Abuela is gone

-Usnavi and Nina crying together

-Those closest to Abuela are inside and everyone else is outside

-Iris was sitting on the outside and now she’s in the middle; needed comfort from her friends

-“Should we take a break?”=> we’re past the point of an intermission

-“No daddy, keep going”=> does this look like a stage production to you? It’s a fucking movie

-There isn’t a clear point for an intermission; the action stays strong over where the intermission should be; this is a movie, not a play, and movies don’t have intermissions

-Everyone’s holding candles; like the stars Abuela loved so much

-Iris called Usnavi Daddy for the first time because that was the point in the story where he needed to hear that the most

-“I thought about the people I care about the most, I thought about you”

-Anthony makes Usnavi sexy in a way Lin never could

-So many people love Vanessa, but no one better than Usnavi

-Abuela paid to have Camila's napkins cleaned after all

-Usnavi is the kind of parent that doesn’t sugarcoat life

-Vanessa listed no emergency contacts even though she had people

-“That’s senorita to you”=> yes girl, get it

-Love Daniela for getting everyone out of their asses

-“Tonteria” means foolishness=> the more you know

-How fast Carla says no to “ask me why” shows how quickly she wants to please her love

-Usnavi’s Nueva York t-shirt=> I need it

-Daniela’s first effect being on a woman whose hair is terrible

-Carla pushing that man away from her woman with a bullshit excuse

-My friend was laughing at the parts that were meant to be jokes

-Usnavi’s entrance being announced in Carnaval del Barrio; just like Benny in the opening song

-“There’s nothing holding me down”=> assuming he was rejected

-The different communities dancing with their flags

-Nina being part of Carnaval del Barrio is great

-Even Kevin, kind of an old man, can get down

-Since Nina and Benny sex scene wasn’t shown on screen (praise Jesus), I have to assume Nina told Daniela even though she knows she’s a huge gossip

-Everyone stops because Sonny, a kid, starts singing

-Vanessa and Sonny are so powerful together

-Vanessa’s hand on Sonny’s shoulder

-A kid providing Usnavi with the “flag I’ve got in my hand”

-Usnavi and Vanessa dancing together is muy romantico

-Everything about Nina’s appearance in “When the Sun Goes Down”

-“Let me just listen to my block”=> peak Nina

-Abuela wrote “for Usnavi” on her lotto ticket 😭

-They cut so many songs but kept Champagne=>I love their priorities

-The pause before “you outta stay”

-Everyone has such great chemistry; especially Usnavi and Vanessa

-The choreography in Champagne is what I’ve always imagined

-Usnavi didn’t have time to cash in because Vanessa came over

-Vanessa and Pete friendship for the win

-“Best days of my life” is said thrice=> good things come in threes

-Usnavi staring at the room where Vanessa kissed him

-Iris knows he stayed; she loves her dad so much

-Usnavi looking out his window in Washington Heights and seeing his friends on his dad’s beach

-When Usnavi talks about Kevin at the dispatch, the camera flashes to an abandoned building

-“Vanessa at the salon”=> Usnavi sheds a tear

-Vanessa being front and center during Usnavi’s decision to stay

-Hearing the sounds of the beach during the unveiling

-It’s all about Vanessa=> perfection

-Lin being at the ending is perfect no matter the context

-“Say it so it doesn’t disappear”=> the sad reality is your neighborhood probably will disappear

-Usnavi telling his daughter “you’re it” is everything

-Iris understanding all of the little details of her father’s store now that she knows his story

-Iris is the goddess of the rainbow like the light that appears when water appears on a sunlit day

-“Man, you talk forever”=> that’s so “How I Met Your Mother”

-Iris has a necklace of seashells, like the islands

-Vanessa would sooner get wet than let go of Usnavi’s hand

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gildedmuse · 3 years

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Hey, everyone.

So recently I've (predictably) very not well. Actually, whenever I don't post for long periods, just assume my body is trying to kill me. But I've gotten messages from three people asking if I. Okay, which is super sweet. I am actually trying to work on the next All Hearts, a really long ZoLaw post and two request fics, but mixing chronic kidney pain and capitalist society's mandate to work 40+ hours is not recommended.

But to prove I'm okay and still me, here is some Shanks antics with him being a total slut while Mihawk and Beckman just roll their eyes and go along with it. [Shout out to @jhaernyl who not only listens to me ramble about this stuff, but actively encourages it]. I also have many thoughts on the latest episodes and so many screenshots it's embarrassing. Hopefully, when I'm in less pain, I'll get around to actually posting those. Otherwise I just look like an insane person who literally takes by the second frame shots every time Zoro is on screen.

.... What is that? I look like that anyway? Fair.

Shanks Is A Bad Influence

It feels like Buggy and Shanks split up after Roger's death (the crew was told to, and they are the only ones who went to his execution) and I find it impossible to think Shanks didn't immediately set out and find a crew; like, pirating is the only thing this kid knows in life. This means two things:

He set out from East Blue. Also, he seemed at ease and familiar with the East so it's possible he spent like a year there getting everything together. Maybe he even played around in the other blues for a while before heading back to the Grand Line. I say this because his crew is from all over so either he found and recruited them in the Grand Line or visited various blues. Either way, I'm gonna say it took him about two years before getting a 'proper' start. In that case, he would have started out properly at the age of 17 and we know One Piece likes it's parallels.

That still puts Shanks at 17 to Benn Beckmen's 28. How the fuck did Shanks manage that? I'd call it grave robbing, but let's face it, the little tyke probably got up to some actual robbing of graves as well.

My point being everytime Shanks teases Mihawk about keeping this 19 year old kid on his personal island, mostly shirtless, Benn Beckmen just lifts an eyebrow.

Excuse me, captain, who had prefected the 'opps still don't have my sea legs' trip-and-fall into their first mates lap by the age of 17?

Shanks: Beckmen, you caught me! *Shamelessly nuzzles up* Thank goodness! I could be a devil's fruit user after all and - Ahh!

Benn: *Drops Shanks straight over the side of the ship into the water*

Shanks: *Sputtering* What what that!?

Benn: Checking to see if you had eaten a devil's fruit on us, Capatin.

Benn: You didn't.

Smart ass. But he can't resist Shanks forever. Shanks will wear him down eventually.

Next time Mihawk tracks him down for another match - because you know he gets bored way quicker than he'll ever admit and Shanks is at least amusing a challenge - Shanks makes a big deal out of how Mihawk follows him around, "accidentally" revealing they slept together, sighing about how it's so hard to resist him.

Benn Beckmen is just leaning against the side of the ship, sipping his booze.

Shanks: -and I can't stay for hours like last time!!

Mihawk: Are you quite done?

Shanks: *whispering* Does Benn look jealous?

Mihawk: He looks bored. Much like I am. Is this some strange attempt to get out of my challenge, Akagami?

Shanks: What? No, come on I told you I was game. But, hey, could you do me a favor? Maybe like try and kiss me or something? Like take a swing like your going to hit me but then stop shot and grab me by the waist instead.

Mihawk: .... Trickery is beneath you. Besides, you're absolute rubbish at it.

Shanks: Oh, come on, I would totally help you get laid if you asked!

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* I want a proper match afterwards.

Mihawk: *In a forced, monotone voice* After this I will take you to my lair and have my way with you, Akagami.

Mihawk: ... My lair? Really?

Shanks: *Holding up cue card with quickly scribbled line* What? That is how you talk.

Mihawk: I can't believe I wasted precious hours of light tracking you to this atrociously rural port.

Shanks: See? Now, read the next one.

Benn: Captain? If this is going to take all night, I am going to go join the rest of the men in the tavern.

Shanks: Huh? Wait! Benn! What if Miha really stabs me this time!?

Benn: *Salutes Shanks with his bottle* Sounds like that is his plan captain. Have a good 'challenge'.

Shanks: What? No... *Reaching out hand, like he might die if Benn leaves, looking completely devastated* Not even a little jealous...

Mihawk: You couldn't have thought that pantomime would actually work.

Shanks: Benny, don't leave me.... *Turns to Mihawk, immediately brightening* Oh, well, there's always tomorrow. Hey, Miha, guess whose free all night and horny as a pirate in the calm belt?

Mihawk: .... *Sigh* Very well.

Mihawk might as well get something for the trip he made. Although, he's reconsidering if the sex was actually worth the trouble after he ends up listening to Shanks worry half the night that Benn is shacking up with someone else (after a couple hours of rough and raw fucking, admittedly).

Is it the hat? He likes his captain's hat. Miha, you think his captain's hat is sexy, don't you?

Mihawk: It's utterly ridiculous.

Shanks: ....

Shanks: *Smile* Ahh, Miha, I knew you liked the hat!

Shanks: What do you old Northerns find sexy?

Mihawk: I am only four years older than you.

Mihawk: And silence.

Trying to convince Mihawk to go spy on Beckman for him. Shanks doesn't actually care if he does sleep with someone else, it's more that Beckman didn't immediately turn angry and jealous like Buggy would have that has him paranoid.

Mihawk is going to fuck this annoying red head again just to shut him up.

Mihawk: Maybe he doesn't like red haired boys who don't know when to be quiet?

The next morning Shanks is pacing among his poor crew that's gotten stuck listening to Shanks obsess about Beckman again. IS IT REALLY THE HAIR!?

It's not even a matter of Shanks's age (or obvious immaturity). I mean, Beckman got on board and stayed, didn't he? Beckman just enjoys watching Shanks try so hard to get his attention. Like Benn's attention isn't constantly on Shanks. He had to when his captain is always one step away from disaster.

He only left him with Mihawk because it was clear Dracule is not a real danger to Beckman's captain.

Except maybe insulting him to death. But Beckman is pretty sure Shanks can handle it. He's met Buggy. He's suspects Shanks LIKES it if anything.

It gets to the point where when they dock somewhere and see Mihawk waiting, or come back to the ship and spot his familiar silhouette, most of the crew goes off somewhere for another drink (sometimes the newer kids will stay to watch such an awesome fight, everyone else is like... Look, you'll have plenty of opportunities later. This is not a one off.)

Benn just takes a look around, nods to Mihawk (a silent signal for, "he's all yours, do with him as you please, if anything happens to him I will track you down and make sure your last few hours on this blue world are as painful as humanly possible") and heads off.

Oh, it's just the Hawk boy.

That's fine then.

Benn use to be a sailor on a trade ship between the North, East, West and Grand Line. He's seen it all.

They called him The Gun Slinger BEFORE he joined Shanks's crew and became a pirate.

So this young, broke ass kid from the streets of some near artic northern island trying to pass himself off as a Lower North rich type has a thing for his captain? Not really enough to keep Beckman up at night, no matter how good at swords he's supposed to be

Besides, he's pretty sure for the kid to keep tracking down Shanks, he must be bored out of his skull. He's not going to do anything to endanger their captain.

Not if Shanks is the only thing he can find to keep him entertained.

One day, Mihawk is going to be waiting on the dock when a bunch of Red Haired pirates are stumbling home, laughing and chattering amongst themselves (Shanks's crew always seems to be in a good mood). One of them will catch sight if Mihawk and walk by with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

The captain's occupied. Seems likely he'll be 'occupied' for a good while, too.

Mihawk won't smile, but he will think "So you finally warmed him up to you, Akagami?" and snort lightly.

Poor Benn, though. Mihawk could never imagine being with someone so much younger than him. Shanks is only four years his junior and already it strains Mihawk to put up with his occasional moments of "youthful whimsy" (aka being an annoying, immature child)

"A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair"

Mihawk just putting that on his Not To Do List.

That lasted until Roronoa.

(Mihawk just looking at Zoro knowing this is bad news.)

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

*Cross out, scribbles*

*Hands back to Benn*

Do Not Do:

- A young, cocky pirate with strangely colored bright hair a silly hat, who is overly dramatic and in any way, shape or form related to Gol D Rogers.

Ace: Hey what's up?

Mihawk: *Takes list from Benn*

Go ahead, Benn, laugh it up. Mihawk is aware he has a type. Young, pretty, and utterly insane.

After that night where Shanks was otherwise 'occupied', it's over six months before Mihawk sees his friend his rival again. He is, as expected, far too smug and proud looking.

Shanks: Oh, Miha, so sorry you came all this way, I'm-

Benn: Well, I'm off, captain.

Shanks: What!? But we, you, I... Benn, hessoeexyarentyouworriedforyourcaptain?

Benn: *patting Mihawk on the shoulder* Have fun with him. Don't forget to return him by noon tomorrow, we have a schedule. Oh, but if you can babysit him for at least four hours? That would be great.

Shanks: BABYSIT!?

Mihawk: I suppose I can be troubled to do so.

Shanks: TROUBLED!?

Benn: Thanks, Hawkeyes. I owe you.

Shanks: *Fake tears clinging to his lashes* You two are so mean!

No, don't feel bad for him. Shanks is just trying to guilt the two of them into bed at the same time, and they both know it.

Thanks no thanks, they're not into that. But Shanks can be pretty cute when he's trying so hard (Benn) and at least he's not as boring as everything else in this world (Mihawk) so they allow him to keep up the act

Shanks: *looking at Zoro's wanted poster over Mihawk's shoulder* But I feel like you'd gladly go to bed with him and his captain if he asked. That doesn't seem fair to me. You'd never go that far with me and Benn.

Mihawk: *Eyes Benn*

Mihawk: *DEAD. ONLY.*

Mihawk: I have my reasons.

They can and do agree on plenty of things, including reciprocally not being that attracted to each other.

Shanks: Sounds fake to me

Shanks: But guys!

Shanks: This isn't about you

He's gonna need you guys to drop the egos and focus on what HE wants. I.E., being in the middle of two sexy Northern men.

Honestly, so mean to poor Shanks!

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pollylynn · 3 years

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Title: Diff Eq WC: 1100 Episode: Close Encounters of the Murderous Kind (3 x 09)

It’s always an adventure seeing which one of them gets the kids on any given case. Well, the kids, plus Lanie and the Captain. Sometimes it’s the criminal justice wing of their little family ganging up on him, and sometimes it goes the other way—it’s Come to the Dark Side, We Have The Best Snacks, and one or more of them will join forces with him to drive her absolutely bonkers by throwing in with his incisive and one-hundred-percent-plausible theories.

He’s interested in the math of it, every time. He tells himself it’s character work—it’s team dynamics and all that jazz, which counts as work on the books. And it is that. It does count. But he’s also just interested in the math of it, because the math of it has become a big part of his life. All of them have become a big part of his life, and honestly, for the last few months, he’s been interested in how many more hours of community service he might have left on the sentence they’ve collectively imposed on him for leaving—for going MIA for the whole summer.

He thinks there aren’t a lot left. He thinks he might get a reduced sentence because he’s been a model inmate who is not at all too proud to bribe, and even Lanie might be close to completely thawed by this point. She has, of late, even deigned to do the cute little arm-in-arm thing with him as they broke down Nurse McSchemey’s McScheme a few weeks ago.

Marie Subbarao’s gruesome—and amazing, but also gruesome—murder seems to be an interesting bellwether. It’s certainly interesting math, and he feels like he pulls out to an early lead. Lanie doesn’t have an or to counter the obvious conclusion that their vic was murdered in outer space. She even adds a sympathetic sweetie to soften the blow, and that’s before she finds what is obviously a textbook alien implant, so all of that is as good as Lanie openly declaring for House Castle on this one.

Esposito starts out on the wrong side of their recently formed local branch of the search for extraterrestrial life. He’s all about cigarettes at first, as though aliens can’t smoke, as though smoking isn’t an obvious indicator that this case sits right the intersection of Life on Mars and massive government conspiracy. But it’s not long before he’s begging—actually begging—for evidence that it’s aliens at work. Plus Esposito totally believes the two of them returned from their curiously probe-less abduction with matching hickeys, and if that isn’t a sign that he gets to count at least one of their boys as his very own on this case, he’s not sure what would be.

Ryan, the devious little waffler, is hard to pin down. He’s the man with all the deliciously space-related news from early on—Marie Subbarao was an astrophysicist with SETI grant. Beckett gives him the full-on smug when Ryan reveals Marie’s distaste for the work of Benny Stryker, and he gets to return the favor when the next tidbit he doles out is the news that, distaste or no, she’d also recently reached out to everyone’s favorite ET exposé specialist. Subtract out the story about his possibly hungover, possibly probed first cousin, once removed, and they may just have to go King Solomon on their second son this time around. That’s his thinking until Ryan turns out to be hickey agnostic—or worse still, hickey indifferent—and he’s grumpily happy to let her have that win.

The Captain is too outraged by their abduction to be amenable to an interview about where he stands on the possibility of Marie Subarrao having been chosen to pave the way for their coming grey brethren. He does seem to be taking the possibility of a massive government conspiracy seriously, so he’d like to pencil in another hashmark in his own column, but that feels like cheating. They’re doing the We Are Not Alone math here, not the Big Brother Is Watching math, so the Captain might be undeclared.

He’s ahead. Lanie plus Esposito plus at least half of Ryan means that he is definitely winning, and that does not at all diminish is magnanimity in letting her have the Captain on this one. Or at least benching the Captain for the duration on the grounds that he is on Team Vast and Insidious Government Conspiracy who might play the victor of this case in the next round.

He’s feeling more than satisfied with that math, even though her cognitive dissonance is off the charts when, at the last second, she veers off, just shy of admitting they have indisputable visual proof of alien life. He’s less satisfied, at least temporarily, that this cognitive dissonance places her frame of mind to simply hand over that visual proof to the agents of the VaIGC. He opens his mouth to say something, then remembers Marie Subbarao’s positively gruesome corpse. He thinks better of it, and virtue turns out to be its own reward. Or, rather, he gets a shiny reward indeed for his willingness to zip it for once.

He sits quietly and glowers at Agent Westfield while she negotiates the terms. When Westfield, seconds later, stands and turns toward the door, with every intention of freezing them out, he makes the conspiracy play. He summons the dark math energies of every conspiracy theorist blogger he knows and pads his Twitter numbers a little.

Half a beat later, she’s in on it with him. She is crying conspiracy every bit as loud as he is, and it’s exhilarating. They are reducing Agent Westfield to a quivering mass with no choice but to do as they say—and they’re pulling it off without recourse to antique—and probably unsanitary—injector guns.

It’s this math that he likes best—he two of them against every other soul on earth. And in the end—at the very end of the case—when Westfield is offering them heavily masked thanks to her for the assist, she turns and firmly adds his name to the list of people who’ll never get anything more official than this nod of approval on a Chinatown street corner. She says . . . and Castle, and he’d gladly send the boys and Lanie and the Captain off to see a nice, long movie, so it’s just the two of them, on the same side, which is where they should be.

She says . . . and Castle, and it’s the only math he needs.

A/N: Everyone knows that there's no morphousness at all in math.

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#Castle #Caskett #Castle: Season 3 #Castle: Close Encounters of the Murderous Kind #Kate Beckett #Richard Castle #Roy Montgomery #Lanie Parish #Javier Esposito #Kevin Ryan #Fic #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Fan Fic #Fan Fiction #Writing #Tell Me More

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janicho88 · 3 years

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Fire, Fur & Mistletoe Chapter 2

Pairing- Dean x Lisa, Eventual Dean x Female Reader.

Word Count-6,102

Warning- Mentions of: loss of parents, death, car accidents, and fires, alcoholism. Fired from a job. Putting animals up for adoption, eviction. Possible swearing. Slight angst. Fluff,

Summary- A rewrite of the Nine Lives of Christmas, Hallmark movie. AU, Dean is a firefighter who doesn’t do commitment, the Holiday’s don’t mean much to him. Coming home after a shift he finds a dog in trouble. The reader is a veterinary student who works in a coffee shop trying to make it to graduation, until someone causes problems there for her. She isn’t interested in finding anyone other than her own dog until after she finishes school. Do their four legged friends have other plans?

A/N- This series is written for @spnchristmasbingo. The square filled for this chapter is Decorating. The first two chapters will stay closer to the movie than the rest will.

This has its own tag list and it is open. That way I am not tagging anyone who doesn’t want to be tagged in Christmas stories. This story is unbeta’d.

Header by the amazing @winchest09

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The day after you were fired you dragged yourself to class determined to keep pushing toward your goal. No matter how upset you might have been. Charlie tried to distract you but it didn’t work. You spent the night trying to study for your upcoming finals.

Thursday, you went through the want ads and looked for any openings you would be qualified for. The hardest part was needing flexible hours for school. Then you prepared your resume and looked up other places in town who might have online applications you could fill out.

Friday, Charlie reminded you of the Sweet on You party you had agreed to go to. With everything happening you had completely forgotten, but told her you would meet her there when she didn’t back down. Walking up the driveway to the house where tonight’s party was, you could see all the happy people inside. You could see Charlie was laughing with a brown haired girl in the living room window. You didn’t fit in with this group tonight, you couldn’t pretend to be happy.

Taking out your cell phone you call Charlie’s phone to leave her a message. “Hey, I’m so sorry. I’m not going to be able to make it to the mixer. I hope you have fun. I’ll see you in class.”

Turning around you head back to your car to go home and spend the night on your couch with Dakota.

Dean took Miracle back home, Lisa complaining about the dog the whole time. He just tuned her out.

Wednesday he was back at the station for a 48hr shift. Things were a little slow, which was good in the sense that people weren’t in trouble and needing them, but it could also make for a long day. He was in the workout room with the guys when Bobby walked in with wrapping paper. It was for the toys that had been donated.

“No adoption huh?” He asked, seeing Miracle sitting next to Benny.

“Not yet, Lisa is still trying. He probably deserves a better owner than me.”

“Do you know having a dog can be good for your health?” Cas asked.

“No, but I think I do sleep better since he’s been around.”

“You know you are going to have to choose between her and the dog, right?” Cas wanted to know.

“I’ve got an idea, brother. How about you keep Miracle and give Lisa my number.” Benny suggested.

“I think Miracle would make a better girlfriend than Lisa. I’m not sure that will work when you and Andrea, finally get back together.” Sam threw out.

“Yeah, but who knows when that will be? I could have some fun in the meantime.”

“You’re awful.”

“Thanks, Shaggy.” Benny throwing out his nickname for Sam.

“Are we going to keep him around here when we’re working? Make him our firehouse Mascot?” Cas wanted to know.

“The other stations have Dalmatians, they might make fun of us for him.” Benny stated.

“Who cares, makes us unique. We don’t need to be like the others anyway.” Bobby told them before walking over to Dean. “So Winchester, what are you going to do? Keep the good old boy, or let a girl push him away. I told you, I don’t trust a girl who doesn’t like dogs.”

Dean spent the first night of the shift thinking about his options and what the guys had said. The next day at the firehouse he left Miracle at the station when he had a minute to run a quick errand, there was a stop he needed to make.

Walking into Braeden’s he looked around, but didn’t see Y/N anywhere. So he headed up to talk to the blonde running the register.

“Hi, I was in here a few days ago. I’m looking for the girl who was working with you, Y/N.”

“Y/N, she was such a great person. I miss seeing her. She no longer works here. She got fired.”

“What, why? What happened?”

“Your girlfriend, Lisa. Complained about Y/N to her dad. I don’t think Mr Bradean really wanted to fire her, she’s the best barista we had. She remembers people's orders and their favorites. She handles the difficult ones without a problem. The only one of us who can get the cranberry bars just right, and this time of year they are the most popular. His daughter is a beautiful, but horrible superficial nightmare of a person.”

“I get it.”

“She is trying to put herself through school. She really needed this job.”

“Wow, I’m so sorry to hear that. Do you have her number or home address, maybe?”

“Why, she doesn’t have enough problems, now you want to go burn down her house too?”

“What? No. I want to apologize.”

“Oh really?” Claire leans against the other counter folding her arms and glaring at Dean.

“I didn't know Lisa did that, I would have stopped her if I did. I’m so sorry. Please. I feel really awful this happened to her. Is there any information you can give me that would help me find her?”

“Her last name is Y/L/N, that’s all I am going to tell you about her.”

“Thank you.”

He leaves to head back to the station. There still isn’t much going on so he grabs his computer and uses some of the down time to sit in the common room and look up Y/N Y/L/N on social media accounts. Bobby is in the kitchen area behind working on some food. Cas, Benny and Sam are playing cards at the long dinner table.

“Any luck yet? Bobby asked.

“Nope, I can’t find her anywhere. None of these profiles on facebook,or linked in are her. I even searched twitter.”

“I can’t believe Lisa got her fired.” Cas just shook his head.

“That’s pretty cold, man. Maybe I don’t want her to have my number.”

“Not a problem Benny.”

“You know, you haven’t told us anything about this girl you are trying so hard to find.”

“She is wicked smart. I would bet she’s getting straight A’s.”

“Okay more important question here,” Benny interrupts. “What does she look like?”

Cas and Sam both throw chips at him for that comment.

“Hey, I’m curious, here?”

“She’s really pretty, but she’s the kinda girl that doesn’t know it.”

“That’s the best kind.” Bobby tells him.

“Is she nice?”

“Unbelievably so, she is super sweet. She loves animals, especially dogs.”

“Okay so let’s see if I got this, she’s wicked smart. Pretty but not full of herself, sweet with a heart of gold?”

“Yeah.” Dean looks around and everyone is looking at him. “What am I missing here?”

“Apparently a lot,” his brother tells him.

“She sounds like a special person.”

Dean shrugs, “Yeah, she is I guess.”

“I have an idea.” Sam turned to Dean. “Why don’t you ask your girlfriend to get it from her dad. Actually that is a conversation I would pay to watch you have with Lisa. ‘Lisa can you get me the address of the girl you had fired so I can go apologize to her, for you being the bitch you are. See I’m in love with her, but I haven’t figured that out for myself yet.’ “

“Are you done?” Dean asks his brother anything but amused.

“For now,” the younger Winchester joins in laughing with the others.

“Boy, you are a special kind of idjit. You lot, go finish that equipment inventory.”

“Sure thing Chief, just let me beat these guys real quick.” Looking up Benny sees Bobby’s face. “Or now is good.”

Bobby walks over to the table from the kitchen counter he was working at, “So, Y/N.”

“She doesn’t want to date until after she graduates and starts working. She is nothing like the kind of girl I go out with normally, anyways. She actually believes in true love and Marriage.”

“It’s really not that bad you know. Don’t tell Ellen I said that.”

Dean chuckles at that, knowing how much the grumpy man really does love his wife.

“Just because things didn’t work out for your parents doesn’t mean it won’t for you. Look at Sam and Jess.”

“It’s not what I’m looking for Bobby.”

“Then why are you here spending your time searching for this very pretty and smart girl?”

“I just want to apologize.”

“Yeah, sure. Don’t you want a family one day? Someone you can share the Holidays and special moments with?”

“You and the guys are my family. You know this.”

“As close as you and your brother are, you still can’t snuggle up with me the other idjits on a cold night, after a rough shift.”

“Is that a firm no?”

Bobby just shakes his head at Dean's attempt at humor, and goes back to the kitchen.

When the shift ends Friday afternoon he takes Miracle home and tries to relax before getting some work around the house done. He goes back Saturday for a 24 hour shift.

“It looks like the two of us are going to be stuck together for a little while. You can stay until I finish here and sell the house. Then you are on your own. For now on we can come and go as we please. You aren’t responsible for me, I’m not responsible for you, That work for you? Just a couple of bachelor's living together. Good talk, let’s go watch the game.” Miracle follows Dean into the living room, curling up in his lap.

After the game Dean heads out to get some supplies he needs to work on the house. Lisa is in the kitchen with dinner when he arrives back home.

“What are you doing here Lisa? Weren’t you supposed to have a shoot today?”

“It was postponed so I came over to make you dinner, it took all day.”

“You made the food here?”

“Yeah so it would be nice and hot when you got out.”

“Uhuh. hey have you seen Miracle?

“No, figured it was with you.”

“He was here earlier”

“I’m sure it’s around somewhere. Go shower I’m sure you smell like smoke. I’ll put the food on the table.”

“My shift ended hours ago, Lisa. I already showered. I need to look for Miracle.”

“Miracle hey, come here dog.” she pretends to look for him. “Guess he’s not here, let’s eat.”

“He usually greets me when I come home, he must have gotten out. I need to go find him.”

“Why? It’s just a stupid dog, who cares? Now come eat this delicious dinner I made.” That puts Dean over the edge with her.

He turns back around in the doorway, “You just don’t get it do you? Did you really have that barista from your father’s coffee shop fired?”

“Yeah, she was completely awful to me. I can’t have that.”

“She was giving you facts about Miracles, She wasn’t doing anything to you. You can’t just have people fired when you don’t like what they say Lisa.”

“Sure I can. She doesn’t matter, the dog is finally gone. Everything is just how it’s supposed to be.” She tells him with a shrug.

“You know, I don’t think this is going to work.”

“What?”

“You and me.”

“Wait, are you seriously breaking up with me?”

“Yeah, yeah I guess I am.”

“I’m a model and you think you are going to break up with me?”

“You might need to get your hearing checked, yes I am.”

“You can’t do that, I'm the best thing to ever happen to you. You are going to regret this Dean Winchester. I won’t take you back when you come begging me to. I spent all day making this dinner for you. I got my hair done for you, these highlights were expensive.”

“No, you actually didn’t. That stove isn’t connected, I just bought it. I know it doesn’t work yet, and the take out bags are sticking out of the trash outside. Nice try though. I’m sure the hair was for you and no one else. I think you need to go, Lisa.”

She stomps out of the room in a huff, slamming the front door when she exits.

Dean went to look for Miracle but didn’t have any luck finding him. The backdoor wasn’t shut tight, Lisa must have done that when she took the trash out.

Saturday was spent with your list going to all the places you found that might be looking for help, and making stops with those who had ‘Now Hiring’ signs up. Passing some Christmas carolers in the town square you stop and listens for a moment. You do love this time of year. A couple of places took your resume, but others weren’t very keen to work around a school schedule.

The best you could do is just keep trying until something works in your favor.

Sunday, morning Donna was over bright and early to start your day together. She brought donuts and coffee with her. Chatting with you and petting Dakota as you got yourself ready to go. The first stop she had planned for the two of you were mani/pedi’s. It had been a long time since you felt that relaxed. For a little while in the chair you were able to forget about your troubles. When you were done there the two of you visited a few shops you were passing by.

From there you grabbed a light lunch and listened to the carolers and watched the other shoppers.

“I should head back home to study.”

“No, we had a deal. It’s time for your hair and makeup appointment. Then i’m taking you to get a new dress.”

“I don’t know.”

“Hey, I know you. I bet you already know everything you need for your exam. You are just overthinking it. Relax. Take some time to enjoy the Holiday season.”

“Fine.”

When your hair and nails were done she took you to a little boutique to look for a dress for the Mayor’s party. You tried on multiple options before she handed you a black long sleeve one stopped mid thigh.

“Come on out already, I want to see it.”

You pulled the curtain back and stepped out.

“Wow, look at you girl. Green eyes is going to flip when he sees you in this.”

“Oh no, I can’t afford this one.”

“I’m going to get it for you, I got a bonus. You deserve to be taken care of once in a while too.”

“It’s too much.”

“Y/N, when mom and dad died, you came home to take care of me. You put your whole life on hold, just for me. This dress is nothing compared to that. Please let me do this.”

You walked over to look in the mirror, Donna coming up beside you. “You look like mom.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, you do.”

Turning, you give your sister a big hug.

Leaving there you thought she was finally taking you home to study but you find her pulling into the fire station and you start to panic. “What, what are we doing here?

“Do you really think I’m just going to take you home looking like that? You are going to walk in there and make Green eyes faint. Plus I want to meet him, you said he was working today.”

Dang it. “No, no.”

“Come on, you can’t hide him forever.”

“I have to study for my final, I have to go home. Now. Let’s go.”

“If you don’t get out and walk your but in I am going to drag you in there. Do you really want that?” She was already unbuckling her seatbelt and going to open her door.

“Wait! I’ll go in. Okay I’ll go in.”

“He is going to be so surprised.”

“You have absolutely no idea how surprised. You know what?I should really go in alone.” Donna sits back in her seat raising her eyebrow at you.

“Why is that?”

“He’s going to see this outfit and want to grab me, and start kissing me. One thing can lead to another. It’ll be a little awkward with you there. That’s not the best circumstances to meet him, when he’s making out with your older sister. You can meet him at the Christmas party, promise.”

“Alright, fine. I want details, I’ll wait here.”

“Oh no, that’s okay.” Pretending to check the time. “He’s about to get off shift, he can take me home.”

“Okay, fine. Take care. Have fun.”

“Thank you, and thank you for today.”

You get out of her truck and slowly make your way up to the fire station, turning back to wave at your sister. When she finally pulls away and you can’t see her anymore you turn and start walking back to your condo. Great, you're in heels, this will be fun. You don’t get too far down the road when you hear a dog bark at you. Looking around you see a dog that looks like one you met earlier in the week. He comes over rubbing against your bare legs and you check his collar. Sure enough it says Miracle. Just great.

“Hey there buddy, what are you doing out here? Are you lost?”

Turning around and walking back to the station Miracle following along behind you. When you step inside there are three guys working on cleaning the truck.

“Hi, sorry to bother you, I’m looking for the owner of this dog,” You point to Miracle who is now sitting beside you.

“He’s mine!” two men call out at the same time, then turn and glare at each other. The third with longer hair just shakes his head at them.

“I think he belongs to someone named, Dean?”

“Yo, Jerk get out here.” The shaggy haired man yells out.

Dean comes walking out from inside a minute later, “Bitch, what do you…” He suddenly notices you, “Hey I’ve been looking for you two, how did you end up together?” Bobby comes out to join Sam, Cas and Benny. The four of them watching you and Dean.

“You’ve been looking for me?” That really surprises you.

“Yeah, I heard about your job. I’m really sorry It’s my fault.”

“That wasn’t your fault it was all your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

“That’s good.” You seriously had no filter. Dean looked up at you a little shocked by your comment. “I’m mean, that’s too bad.”

“It’s alright, I knew she wasn’t the nicest, but I didn’t realize she could be that awful. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, at least you have Miracle back now. Have a good night.” With that you turned to walk out of the station.

Dean turns back around and the guys are all pointing and gesturing to you. “Hey, Y/N, I’m getting off work soon. Could I give you a ride home, or maybe buy you dinner?”

“Thank you for offering but you don’t have to. I'm fine walking.”

“Come on, let me buy you dinner. With everything that’s happened it’s the least I can do.”

“You really don’t..”

Three shouts of “it’s the least he can do.” Come from behind Dean.

“Okay, but only if I can take you to my favorite place.”

“Alright, do I need to run and change first?” He looks down at his uniform blue pants and shirt. If your favorite place is anything like Lisa's he is going to need dress pants a tie, the whole shebang.

You pretend to look him over, “No I think I can get you in just fine dressed like that, I know the owner pretty well. But what about Miracle?”

“He can hang out here, he’ll be fine with the guys around here.”

“Okay.”

Bobby comes up to get Miracle, “We like having him here.”

Dean takes you to the common area and you wait in there until he is finished with his shift. When you leave you give him directions to your favorite taco truck. Dean wasn’t expecting this at all.

“This is really your favorite place?”

“Yes, taking a bite out of one of his tacos is like a surprise party in your mouth. He’s open all night. So when I’m studying really late I come and grab something from here.”

Grabbing your food you go and sit at one of the nearby tables. Dean groans when he takes his first bite. “Oh you weren’t lying that is so good.”

“I know right?” You smile at him. A sudden chill hitting you. You tried to hide that you were cold because a big part of you really didn’t want the night to end. Dean saw it anyway.

“Are you cold?”

“I’m alright.” He shook his head at you.

“I’ll be right back. He returns with his yellow coat from his uniform draping it over your shoulders to keep you warm.

“Thank you.” The two of you get up from the table and walk around the nearby park looking at the light displays around you.

“When I was 19 my parents died in a car accident. I was away at college then. I came back home to raise my little sister. When she entered college I went back and started my undergrad back up. Now I’m trying to finish veterinary school.”

“What made you want to become a vet?”

“My parents were huge animal lovers. My sister and I grew up around animals and that love for them passed down to us. My mom was always taking in strays. When I was seven, walking home from school I found a baby bird in the middle of the road. The little guy was hurt when he fell out of his nest. I took him home and nursed him back to health with the help of my parents. I was there when he was finally able to take his first flight. That’s when I realized I wanted to be a vet and help animals when I grew up. What about you? Why did you want to become a firefighter?”

“When I was four our house caught on fire, I was carrying my little brother Sammy out of the house. The front door was engulfed in flames, I wasn’t sure how to get out. This firefighter crashed through the living room window and got us to safety.”

“Wow.”

“My mom was trapped, but they managed to get both of my parents out. They blamed each other for the fire and started fighting a lot. Until they eventually divorced. We lost my dad to the bottle a couple years ago. Mom to a car accident. The firefighters made me feel safe, and took care of me and my brother that night. I wanted to be able to do that for others one day.”

“That’s powerful.”

He just nodded.

“What were your parents like?”

“They were so in love, they met in high school and that was it."

"So you could say he jumped in front of her and stopped her in his tracks. She followed him to the highest peak?” He asks as he smiles at you.

It took you about thirty seconds to realize what he was saying, “You remembered the mountain lions.”

“Yeah, I did.”

The both of you sat there a few more minutes lost in your own thoughts before you reluctantly spoke up. “I’ve really enjoyed tonight. It’s been really nice, but I have a big final tomorrow morning. I should try and get a little more studying in.”

“Okay, no problem. I’ll take you home.”

Reluctantly you got up and followed Dean to his truck. You gave him the address to you

place, and he found it no problem. As a fireman he most likely knows his way around town very well. He walked you to the door when you arrived home.

“Thank you for dinner, it was nice of you.”

“No problem, Sweetheart. Thank you for accepting my apology.”

The two of you stood there looking at one another for a minute or so before you snapped out of it.

“Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, Y/N. Good luck on your final tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

The two of you so lost in thought you didn’t realize you were still wearing his coat until after he had already driven away.

Your dreams that night revolved around a pair of green eyes, with a boyish smile and a great laugh.

You were studying as you were getting ready Monday morning, trying to get any last bit of new information in that you could. All too quickly it was time to head out.

Sitting down next to Charlie you apologized to her for missing Friday again. She told you all about the girl she met there, Dorthey. She seemed to really click with this one. You were very happy for her. At least one of you could get what you wanted.

The two of you walked out of the Veterinary school building an hour and a half later. “Okay, that final was so much tougher that I thought it was going to be.”

“Charlie, I’m sure you did great.”

“At least that was our last one. Now Christmas break is finally here!” She broke into a little dance as she was saying this.

“I’m glad you are so excited about this,” you laughed watching her. Turning back around someone caught your eye.

“Hi.”

“Hey, how did the test go?”

You were a little flustered, did he come all this way just to ask about your test? “I think I did all right on it.”

“That’s great, glad to hear it. How about I take you out for coffee and we can celebrate?”

Charlie was looking back and forth between the two of you, when she finally got a good look at Dean’s face. “That’s Green eyes?” She exclaimed much loudly for your liking. Judging by Dean’s laugh and slight blush, he heard it too.

Reaching out you quickly smack her arm before turning back to Dean. “That’s so nice of you to offer, but dinner last night was enough.”

“Wait he took you to dinner last night?” Charlie wanted to know looking at Dean then you.

“Yes, please shut up.” You whispered to her

“Let him take you for coffee. She would love to go with you.” Charlie turned to Dean shaking her head yes.

Dean was amused by Charlie's antics. You on the other hand could hurt your friend. “Besides the coffee, I kinda need my coat back for work tonight.

“Oh, yeah. I’m so sorry about that, I didn’t realize I still had it on till after you left.”

“It’s alright, let me take you for coffee and we can grab it after.”

“Alright.”

Charlie pushed you toward Dean, “Have fun you two!”

Dean took you to a coffee shop you had never been to before. The two of you enjoying a nice conversation before being on your way. When you were walking back to your place you commented on the shop.

“I really liked that place. I’ve never been there before. Or even heard of them before.”

“You know what they say, firemen and police always know where to get the best coffee. There was one I really liked, only had it a few times. I’m pretty sure it was the barista there who made it so good.” Dean winking at you as he said it.

The front of your condo coming into view. The door was wide open. “Oh this is bad, so very bad.” You run up the steps toward the door.

“What’s going on?”

“She found Dakota.” Dean watches you run inside slowly following behind, but staying out of sight.

Your landlady is standing at the counter when you come rushing in. Hearing you she turns around.

“I just knew you were hiding something. I had a plumber come in and check out your sink. Do you know what he found?” She asked you while holding up an Effective Immediately Eviction notice.

“Where is she?”

“I shut her in the back bedroom.” You went right over to check on your girl.

When you come back she starts right back in on you. “This is a clear violation of the Angel Arms by laws. You have to be out by the end of the day.”

Good things get any worse for you right now? Where were you supposed to go?

Just then Dean comes walking in holding up his fireman identification and badge, “I assume you gave this tenant 48 hours notice before you had a service person enter the residence?”

“I, um I’m not sure.”

“How about the fire code? Are you all up to date on all of the apartment codes pertaining to apartment and condo buildings?”

She couldn’t even get a word out.

“What about all the bylaws with the state's statutes?”

“Well, I would think I…”

“I’ll be back next week and make sure you are in compliance with each and every state and city fire code. If you aren’t I’m afraid I’ll have to slap you with a 777, and close this place down.”

Her eyes widened at that and she quickly left the building. No doubt to start looking into all the codes and begin the tedious work of making sure each one was met.

You were watching Dean in awe, you couldn’t believe he would go to all this trouble for you.

“I’m sorry I won’t be able to stop the eviction, but I can make her miserable for awhile.”

“Dean, I don't know what to say. Thank you for doing that.”

“Talk later, let’s get packing.”

“What?”

“You have to be out today, let’s go.”

“You’re going to help me? Dean I don’t even know where I can go. My sister doesn’t have room for us. I couldn’t find a place to rent before this happened.”

“I have an idea. The house I’m renovating right now, it has an upstairs apartment. There is even an outside entrance so you could come and go as you needed.”

“Dean, I couldn’t do that and impose on you.”

“You aren’t. I’m inviting you to stay. You won’t even have to pay rent. So you can save for a new apartment. Plus I’m the reason you got fired.”

He really was giving you a tempting offer. “You said yourself you had nowhere else you knew of to go.”

“Are you okay with dogs?”

“Yes, actually they are a must. Plus you could help me out with Miracle.”

“I will pay you.”

“That’s okay, maybe you could just help me with the house some?”

“I can do that. Thank you so much. I really appreciate this.”

“No problem Sweetheart. I’m going to go get us some boxes, while you start getting your stuff around.” When Dean got outside he called Sam.

“Hey, you doing anything right now?”

“No, just hanging out till the shift starts.”

“I have a friend who needs some help packing up her apartment real fast. Can you help?”

“Yeah, wait, her? Who’s the her? I thought Benny and Cas were your only friends?”

“Will you just stop talking and get over here? I texted you the address.”

You were shocked when Dean returned with not only boxes but one of the other firemen.

“Y/N, this is my little brother Sammy.”

“It’s Sam.”

“This is Y/N, Sammy said he could help us out for a bit.”

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Dean told me what happened.”

In just a few hours the three of you had everything loaded up in the three vehicles. The apartment came furnished so everything but the bed stayed.

Getting to Dean’s place you get out and look at the house, it’s amazing.

Heading inside Dean shows you around. You are distracted by the wonderful details that surround it, and the great work Dean has done. You can’t believe he rebuilt the entire staircase. He is extremely talented.

The two dogs are introduced and seem to get along really well. You are kind of surprised, Dakota is usually more reserved around dogs she has never met before.

“I think they are going to get along just fine.” Dean tells you.

“Yeah, I guess us living together could work, I mean sleeping together. NO, I just, you know what I mean, staying under the same roof, not in the same room.” You aren’t sure your face could be any redder.

“Well, not sure I have a problem with the first two options either.”

You were wrong, your face could get redder.

“I promise you won’t know I’m even here. I’m looking for a new job, and I’ll look for a new place. Hopefully I can find something by next week.”

“No rush, it’s fine Sweetheart.”

The two guys help you unload the things in their vehicles before heading off to work.

Wandering around the house you notice the living room and all the white paint stripes. This must be the room Dean was saying he was having trouble finding the right color. You didn’t have anything else to do so you go to work.

When Dean came home from work the next night, some amazing smell greeted him. Y/N, must have grabbed takeout. He’s hoping she got enough to share. Looking around he finally found her on a ladder in the living room. He walked in looking around. He couldn’t believe it, the whole room was painted, and the color was perfect.

On top of the fireplace mantle he saw a few Christmas decorations out. Some reindeer, a big snowman in the middle. They weren't his so they must have come from your house. It helped to make the room feel a bit homier than it had before.

Turning around you finally notice Dean. “Oh hi,”

“Hey, I can’t believe you finished this room. The color is perfect.”

“I’m used to being busy, but I’m currently unemployed, and school is on break for a month. This is Pearl, it’s a layer of Egg shell over Egg crue. It’s the only way to get this color. It’s the least I could do for you rescuing Dakota and I.”

“Don’t worry about that. I do appreciate you doing all this.”

“No problem, I like to keep busy.” You get Dakota up to head to your apartment, you did tell him you would stay out of his way. “Oh, there is chicken and mashed potatoes in the fridge if you want any.”

“It smells amazing, where did you pick it up from?”

“I cooked.”

Here we go again, Dean thought.

“I saw the stove wasn’t hooked up, I hope you don’t mind I connected it.”

“Oh, no. Thanks.” That surprised Dean. Y/N really was different than all the other girls he dated.

As she walked out of the room he realized he didn’t want her to go, “My shift was kinda slow, do you want to stay and eat with us?”

“We already ate, but thanks. I’ll let you enjoy your downtime.”

“Oh okay.”

Walking back to the room you are talking with Dakota about why you left. “He really doesn't want us to join him. He was only being polite.” Dakota gives a little growl. “Don’t give me your attitude, missy.”

The next morning Dean is up looking around for Y/N, before he has to head out. He knows she’s up; he saw the coffee put all made for him. Not seeing her anywhere he assumes she is in her room and doesn't want to bother her.

He’s caught by surprises when he walks out the front door and sees her hanging up Christmas lights on the porch.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Morning, oh. I heard Christmas lights and decorations can add curb side value to a house. If you are going to sell when you’re finished. Having some lights out now, might get people to notice the house. Do you mind?”

“Not at all, great idea. Thank you.”

“No problem. You know, I have all that stuff from my apartment if you want to decorate the inside too.”

“I’m not much for decorations, but you can have at it.”

He walks down to his truck and asks without thinking. “I have to give a presentation to a group of fascinating people, would you like to come with me?”

“Sure, do I need to go change?”

“No, I think I can get you in with jeans and a sweater.”

“Alright, let me grab my phone.”

Hurrying back outside Dean locks the door behind you, “Let’s go Sweetheart.”

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 3

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Their Promise

Summary: YN runs into a royal, the royal runs into YN.

AN: I am so excited for this. I hope you like it as much as I do! Brad means Charlie BRADbury. Thanks to my love @cherryblossomflowers and also to @supernatural-jackles for the inspiration and advice.

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Warnings: cussing. Injuries, death

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“Please welcome Prince Dean Winchester!” He walked out onto the stage at the gala, raising money for those who had been burned by fires that ravaged their country in the previous weeks.

“Thank you for joining me tonight. We all know why we are here. Please, let’s do what we can to help the families that need it the most right now. Enjoy your evening, and let’s see those checkbooks!” Dean laughed. “Good evening.” He raised his glass of apple cider and so did the crowd below him.

“Cheers,” they all said.

Prince Dean interacted with the crowd to gain their attention for the cause. Being a professional at conversation, he made everyone comfortable and relaxed. In a way, it was a façade. Dean was those things, but he had to work hard to maintain them consistently.

“Your Highness, the king wants to see you. Please say good night to your guests,” his main security guard prompted him.

“Okay. One second.” Dean stepped back on stage and announced his departure. The security team guided him from the event back to his family’s palace.

“Hi, Dad.” Dean saw a distraught look on his father’s face. King John Winchester hugged his son at the bottom of the stairs as his son came in. “What’s wrong?” He was baffled by his dad’s gesture.

“Your mom. She was in-”

“DAD!” Prince Samuel ran into the room, disheveled and breathing hard. “Security said there was an emergency. What happened?”

“Your mom, she was in a car accident…. She didn’t make it. They won’t let me go see her.” John started crying. Sam and Dean looked to each other before trying to catch their father as he fell to the marble floor in the foyer on the home. His boys were overcome with emotion as well, tears falling onto each other and their clothes. Dean held his dad and his brother, fulfilling his natural role in the family. What were they going to do without her? As John straightened, he explained, “Security hasn’t let all of the leaders know yet. The crash was just outside the gates, so hopefully that will stop the news from spreading before it needs to.” The three leaders wiped their eyes.

John went on to describe what had happened in more detail.

“Your mom’s driver wasn’t paying attention and crashed into a wall. Mom was impacted immediately. I can’t go to her. I want to see her.”

“I know, but we can’t. When things like this happen leaders can’t be in the same location.” Dean reasoned, relying on his royal duty handbook.

“She’s my wife,” the king responded, trying to justify going to see his love.

“Sir, can we escort you to your room?” One of the butlers looked to the oldest Winchester. The three royal family members stood from the ground.

“No, thank you, Rupert. I need to be with my boys.”

“Yes, Your Highness. You will be needed in about an hour to meet with authorities for next steps.” He bowed.

“Thank you, Rupert. You are excused.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” The butler bowed again and left the room.

Dean changed from his tuxedo into jeans and a tshirt. The tuxedo represented so many things that he hated about being part of the royal family. He was angry and very emotional. Taking it off was shredding a skin he used only when needed.

Before the three realized how much time had gone by, security came to address the family.

“Your Highness, Princes Winchester?”

The family looked up from the couches they were quietly sitting on, staring at nothing.

“Yes?” Dean looked to Benny, his favorite of the security team.

“King Winchester, we would like to take you to her. The appropriate people have been notified. She is at the hospital.”

“We’re going too.” Sam interjected, almost defensive.

“Sam, at ease.” John put a hand up to calm him. “Thank you, Lafitte. We will be right there. Please let the team know we need to put ourselves together. We’ll be ready in five minutes.”

Hurriedly, the three men grabbed jackets and shoes before being taken to a private hospital room. Mary lied on the bed, motionless. The color was gone from her body.

Sam gasped looking at her.

A doctor walked in behind them and gave them an update. He explained how the accident rattled her body and killed her. He asked if they would like a moment with her.

“Please,” the husband whispered.

“Yes, sir.” The doctor left the hospital room. Security provided three chairs for them to sit with her.

“Oh, Mary,” John sighed sadly.

After a few moments with the queen, Benny stepped in the room.

“It’s time to say goodbye, we need to move you so that the news is not aware of her death yet.”

“Benny…” Dean groaned.

“I’m sorry, Prince Winchester.”

“Give us one more minute,” Sam stated. Benny left the room and guarded the door. The youngest walked from his chair, squeezed her hand, and said goodbye. As the royal family left, a sheet was pulled over Mary’s body. John, Dean, and Sam were escorted out of the building and back to the palace.

The next morning, the queen’s death was announced to the world. The family grieved as they had to remain professional and well… royal. Exhibiting their somber faces but no tears, they made their statement to the news outlets.

“She was a great leader, mom, and wife. We will miss her greatly. Please pray for our family as we process the loss of our great Queen Mary.” John ended his announcement on the palace balcony. The security team guided them back inside.

A few days later, the environment was very stiff.

“Sir, we need to make some arrangements for her funeral,” their most respected assistant talked with John. “Everything is picked out, we just need to go over everything one more time. While we do that, why don’t you rest? Have you eaten anything in the past two days?” Charlie rubbed his arm.

“No, I haven’t, Brad. Can you send up some crackers and water to my room? I’m not very hungry.”

“Yes, of course. RUPERT!” Charlie yelled for the butler over the noise of the staff. “Get some crackers and water for the king, please, and maybe some fruit too. Bring it up to the master suite, please. Check on the princes as well. They haven’t eaten either.” Charlie walked with King John as he got closer to his room.

“I’m sleeping in guest bedroom one.” He abruptly stated, a glossy expression covering his face.

“Of course, sir. I’ll send Rupert here then. He will be with you momentarily.”

He turned to look at his assistant.

“Will you miss her, Charlie?” John dropped the formalities, as she was more than an assistant to him.

“Oh, yes sir.” She weakly smiled. “But it isn’t my job to be sad. My job is to help you with this and fulfill my duties.” Charlie took a deep breath.

“She loved you.”

“And I loved her too.” She almost broke down, but she felt she needed to keep herself together for professional reasons. “Go rest, King Winchester. Rupert will be here in a moment with your snack. And for the love of Chuck, please eat it,” she winked.

“You’re bringing Chuck into this?” He laughed. “Just because he beat me at the writing competition once does not mean he is an almighty god or something.”

“Sure, Your Highness.” Charlie grinned wryly. “Rest,” she pushed him toward the door of the guest bedroom. “Sleep if you can, okay?”

“I Chuck swear,” he smiled. John entered the room, happy to be alone and in a room that didn’t remind him of his love. After he ate a few bites of his food, he fell asleep.

The Winchester Family put on brave faces as they went through the royal duties and attending events because of their mother’s death. Being in their twenties, Dean and Sam tried their best to act as grown up as they could, but they knew all of the procedures and politics of Mary’s death was a lot to handle.

“Let’s go,” John stood behind his boys, motioning for them to walk to their back door.

“Why do we have to go? We said goodbye to her in front of everyone already.” Sam groaned.

“They want to see us at her grave site. It’s on the property and will take five minutes. One last thing, Sammy.” John felt bad for his sons. Yes, they were adults, but he didn’t want them to face this at such a young age.

They did as they were expected, having news outlets taking photos of them standing and looking at her headstone.

“I’m going to take a nap,” Sam led the way back to the palace.Tired from having to put on a brave face, he wanted to have his own space.

A few hours later, the king told his sons they would be flying to Lawrence, Kansas.

“Why?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Haven’t we been putting on a face long enough? Why do we have to travel the world and pretend mom didn’t just DIE?” He started to stomp away.

“”I AM THE KING, AND YOU WILL TREAT ME AS SUCH!” John growled. Dean stopped, forgetting formalities. He turned back to his dad. “You know I don’t expect you to bow at my every whim, but I am your father and the king of Genovia.”

“Sorry,” he looked away from the king.

“We are going because we are having a private memorial with just your mom’s family. Grandpa Samuel is too old to travel, so we are going to him.”

“Don’t we hate him?” Sam looked at his dad.

“No,” John laughed. “He’s just rough around the edges. He doesn’t like me because he thinks I made your mom become a royal,” he put a finger up, “but I didn’t. It was completely her choice to enter this family. We leave tomorrow. Pack your things tonight so that Rupert can put them in the car.”

The boys stood in their places taking in what was happening. When John saw they were not doing as told, he glared at them.

“You’ll have plenty of time by yourselves on this trip. Go get your things in order,” he turned and left the room.

The next day, they flew to Kansas. Both princes were quiet, but John didn’t ask why. He knew they were tired and frustrated.

“Why don’t you both go take a nap?”

“Fine.” Dean moved through the plane with ease. The other two Winchester men heard a crash and his body hit the bed.

“Sam?”

“No, thanks.” Sam turned to look out the window.

After they landed and arrived at Samuel’s home, the three Winchesters were surrounded by security.

“Benny, some space, please.” King Winchester stated flatly. Benny heard the tone in his voice.

“Boys, cars only.” He watched as the team walked toward the vehicles that they had arrived in. “Two around back and two in the front.”

“Thank you,” John smiled.

“I get to come in and sit on this guy’s couch.”

“Benny-“

“No. I stay or the whole security team surrounds the house.”

John chuckled.

“Okay.”

“Boys.” Samuel nodded from his recliner. “Just so we are clear, you are not royalty in this house. You are my son-in-law and grandsons. When is the memorial service for my daughter?” He looked at John. Charlie stepped in.

“Tomorrow at noon.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m… a friend trying to help the family keep their calendars going through this difficult time. My name is Charlie, and I think you raised a wonderful woman. Excuse me while I take a moment.” She stepped outside to take a walk in the backyard.

“Is she one of your little minions that makes everything perfect for you?” Samuel said passively.

“Hey!” Dean growled. “She is our friend and mom’s assistant. Leave her out of this.”

“Dean, it’s fine. Samuel, we need three guest bedrooms. Is that okay or would you like us to go to a hotel? The boys can take one room, the security team and staff needs one, and I need the third.”

“Fine, Winchester,” Samuel groaned.

“If you don’t want us here, let’s go home.” Dean stared at him.

“Get your ass out of my house if you talk to me like that. Or I’ll send you to one of the rooms like a little boy!”

“Samuel,” John calmed him. “Boys, take the room with the two beds. Please pull out the air mattresses from the closet for Benny, Charlie, and whoever else needs one.”

“Charlie can be with us. Not that she doesn’t love you, Benny. She loves us more though,” Dean grinned.

“I will be on the couch by the entrance, but thank you, King Winchester. The extra room can be for the guys outside. I’m Benny Lafitte, Mr. Campbell. Head of security. It’s very nice to meet you. Don’t mind me. Please continue as you would.”

“Right…” Samuel huffed.

The princes walked up the stairs and did as told. Not wanting Charlie with a bunch of guys in the same room, Sam put a small air mattress between the two beds. They were very protective of her.

“Dean Winchester, why am I sharing a room with two princes instead of the staff?” Charlie raised a brow. She loved them like brothers, but it still surprised her.

“You want to be in a room full of dudes who we don’t even know the names of or do you want to be with us?”

She hadn’t really thought about it. Charlie saw the caring nature in both of them, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

“Fine, but keep your hands to yourself, Winchester,” she smiled knowing he would never do any such thing.

“Hands off, promise,” he smirked. “Let’s go. Time for bed. Even you, Missy.”

Charlie started, “I have to finish up the-“

“We will carry you up the stairs if we have to, Brad,” Sam grinned.

She grabbed her backpack and went up the stairs. As they followed her, she said, “Fine, but don’t complain when I have to pee every two hours from drinking so much water to keep up with you guys.” She could hear Dean’s eyes roll.

“Bed, now,” he responded.

“Yes, your majesty.”

The boys did NOT have a lot of alone time in Kansas. Dean needed out.

“Dad, I’m going to New York!” Dean yelled obstinately at his father.

“No, you are not! You are the prince! You cannot galavant across the United States!”

“Watch me!” Dean pounded down the steps of Samuel’s house, Benny following. “You better stay here Benny, or I swear-“

“FINE- be back at the palace in two weeks. AND BRING BENNY WITH YOU!” John shouted out the front door. “That’s an order from the King!” He gritted his teeth.

Dean rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, come on, Benny.”

The two drove to New York with hats, sunglasses, and winter clothes as to not be recognized.

“You’re a real asshole sometimes, you know that?” Benny glared at his friend and prince.

“Leave it alone, Benny.”

“I’m not driving you to New York with an attitude like that!” Benny punched the gas of the town car. “And where in the world are we going to park this thing?”

“We’ll figure it out! And don’t tell me how to talk to my father!”

“You’re running away, and you know it!”

“I need a second to breathe, man! I’m tired of being somber! I’m tired of the cameras and people asking me about my mom’s death! It’s been two weeks, how do they think I’m doing?” Dean pounded the dashboard.

“Fine, but don’t be an ass!” Benny shouted. “I am not going to die protecting you just because you want to do something erratic!”

Dean hadn’t thought about it that way. He was putting others’ lives in danger. He sighed, calming himself.

“I’m sorry, Benny.”

“Now, shut up and let me drive.”

When they arrived in New York, they gave the car to the valet and checked in under a fake name.

“I’m going to go hit the bar-“ Dean started.

“No, you’re not. I’m in charge. King’s orders, remember?”

“Benny, don’t.”

They dropped off they’re few belongings in a two bedroom suite.

“Yes. I’m ordering drinks for the room.”

“Benny, come on!”

“Just for tonight. Get settled, and tomorrow we’ll go out.” His bodyguard tried to reason with him.

“Fine, but I l’m getting hammered then.” The prince stated his argument defiantly.

“Whatever, Winchester.”

Benny ordered food and drink for them both, a soda for him and some brandy for Dean.

The next morning, Benny woke up to the prince groaning.

Hung over.

Benny rolled over and sighed. He stood and got dressed before checking on Prince Dean.

“Lafitte! I hate you.” Dean stayed as he saw his security enter his room. “You let me get drunk, and now I feel like crap.”

“You’ll live.” He grinned. “Drink some water.”

Dean slowly felt better throughout the day.

“I’m not getting drunk tonight. Remind me what happened today when I want to get drunk again.”

“Yes, Prince Dean.”

“There is a matinee I want to see at 4. Can we go, bodyguard?” He laughed.

“Hat, sunglasses, and hair messed up. But yes.”

“YES!” Dean became excited like a small child.

A few hours later, Benny looked Dean over before they left for the show.

“Be good,” his bodyguard groaned.

“You know I’ll be on my best behavior,” the prince grinned.

“Go,” Benny turned him toward the door. “I will bring you back right here if you don’t keep a low profile, you hear me?”

“It’s going to be fine, ya grump.”

“Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Dean enjoyed the show, but Benny scanned through crowd over and over. The prince put his hand on the arm rest and felt a hand already there.

“Oh, sorry, miss,” Dean smiled when he saw a beautiful woman. “I didn’t know-“ he stopped.

“It’s okay.” She grinned.

For the rest of the movie, Dean was a statue. He tried to catch up to her after the movie ended. He tapped her shoulder, she turned around.

“Are you from a vending machine? Because you are a snack.”

Oh, you idiot. Dean cringed at his own words.

“Wow, smooth.” YN smiled.

“That was dumb, I’m sorry,” Dean ran a hand over his face. “You’re- youre YN LN,” the prince jumbled his words.

“Yeah…” she rolled her eyes internally.

Another chump.

“I love your show. Your character is strong, and independent. And beautiful.” Dean’s cheeks went red.

“Well, thank you.”

“Do you want to get a drink? I’m free and it’s early. No leading on, I promise,” he said seriously.

“Oh my-“ she realized who he was. Dean knew it too.

“Never mind.” He tried to pass her.

“We met once,” YN stated. He turned around. “There was a gala a few weeks ago-“

“You were in Genovia?” His eyes widened.

Benny stood off to the side, frustrated that YN recognized the prince.

“Yeah. I guess I made the rich list or something. You were a great host.”

“Obviously not good enough since I wasn’t paying attention to you,” Dean sighed, angry at himself.

“What are you doing here? Isn’t this a little… normal for a prince?”

“Can we move this along? For everyone’s safety?” Benny looked between the two of them.

“Would you mind coming to my suite, I don’t want to be recognized. I promise I will keep off.”

“Sure. As long as your dog stays down too,” she turned to Benny and laughed. “Come on,” she took his hand. YN let him lead the way back to his hotel room..

YN was nervous as she had never met any world leaders before. What she didn’t know was that Dean was even more nervous. They both wrung their hands together and Dean’s knee didn’t stop bobbing up and down.

“It’s nice to meet you, Prince Dea-“

“Please,” he put a hand up, “just call me Dean.”

“Okay… Dean.” YN smiled. “Why are you in the city?”

“I needed to get away, honestly. With what happened with my mom, I just…” he stopped.

“Needed to breathe.”

“Right.” He nodded.

“I get that. You’ve probably been surrounded by everyone asking about it. Being anonymous is probably a dream for you.”

“Eh, sometimes. I don’t mind being in front of people. Everyone knowing my business isn’t fun.”

“I understand.”

“You mean you don’t want other people to know you wore a purple scarf at a dinner with a friend who you used to be frenemies with?” Dean chuckled.

“Exactly,” she eased.

“Wine?” Dean asked. “Benny can get room service.”

“Benny is not your butler, I’m sure.” YN grinned. “But yes, that would be lovely. Rosé if you don’t mind.”

Sticks up for herself and lets me know what she likes. Yes, please.

“I will order it then,” he smiled. Dean got on the phone and ordered the wine.

“Wow, you did something so normal!” YN cackled. Dean took a moment and then laughed with her.

“People don’t know that I do normal stuff all the time.”

“I’m sure you do, I’m just giving you a hard time.”

Over the next few hours, both of them laughed and realized they had a lot in common.

“Prince Winchester, you have an early morning tomorrow,” Benny interrupted.

“Right,” YN excused herself. “So do I. Thank you, Dean. Sleep well.”

“You too, sweetheart.”

After she left, Dean turned to Benny.

“You ruined my date!”

“Go to bed.” Benny crossed his arms. “It’s late.”

“Are you my father?!” Dean squared up to his bodyguard.

“You’re halfway drunk and you were about to make a fool of yourself.”

“Whatever,” the prince rolled his eyes. “I’m going to bed.”

Dean only slept because of the wine. He woke up remembering his evening with YN LN.

“Did I get her number?” He ran into Benny’s room.

“You ass.” His bodyguard groaned and rolled over. “No,” Benny growled.

“DAMMIT!” Dean retrieved the paper and saw himself on the front page. “BENNY!”

His bodyguard jumped out of bed. He saw the photo.

“We need to go home. Now.”

“But I met a girl, and-“

“No. Get your crap. We need to go.”

Dean heard his phone ring.

“Dad.” He sighed. Dean answered the phone. “I know, I know, Benny and I are on our way home.”

“Good. We’ll see you in a few hours.”

They hung up.

“I hate you.” Dean stated to his bodyguard.

“Come on, time to go home. Be thankful she isn’t in the photo too.”

“Good point.”

YN saw the photo in the New York Times.

“He got spotted.”

She tossed the paper on the table.

“Poor guy,” YN’s mom said at breakfast. “The prince needed time away and then he was recognized.”

“Yeah.” YN hid the fact that she had seen him the night before.

She wondered if she would hear from him, especially since he was probably trying to hide.

He tried to find her and contact her, but she didn’t have any personal social media. He knew her publicist ran the pages, not her, and he had reached out but no response. Dean became discouraged.

YN felt dismayed that she hadn’t heard from him, and she didn’t want to seem desperate.

“I have to go, Mom.” She grabbed her things. “I’ll be home in a few weeks.”

YN took her passport and put it in her bag.

“Be safe.”

YN landed and saw a friend waiting for her.

“Hi,” she said quietly. “How are you?”

“Good!”

At the palace, Prince Dean stared out the dance hall window.

“Your Highness?” Charlie stepped into the room.

Dean turned toward the family’s assistant.

“Hey, Charlie.”

“Your Majesty, can I be frank?”

“You know you can.” He grinned.

“You need a hug.” Charlie looked at him sincerely.

Dean laughed, not expecting that to come out of her mouth.

“That obvious, huh?”

“The last few months haven’t exactly been easy.” Charlie walked toward him. “Come here,” they sat down on a couch off to the side. He slouched until he was comfortable. She wrapped her arms around him.

They sat there quietly. A few minutes later, she looked down to see him asleep on her lap. She smiled.

“Dean?” Sam rounded the doorway when he saw Charlie and Dean in the dark.

“Shh… he finally relaxed.” Charlie looked at the younger prince.

“Oh. Okay.” Sam stopped.

“Come here, you lug.”

Sam started to walk toward her. She motioned for him to sit.

“Lie on the other side.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek. Since he was so big, she leaned into him.

After some time, they all fell asleep.

“DEAN! SAM!” The king’s voice bellowed throughout the halls. He checked the dance hall and found three of his favorite people asleep. John stopped, taking in the scene. He saw Dean snuggled into Charlie and Sam against her. Benny arrived next to the king.

“We need to go in an hour.” The bodyguard started toward the three of them.

“No, leave them. We can be late. They haven’t relaxed like that for months.”

“Charlie is on duty, sir.”

“Leave them, Lafitte. That’s an order. That is evidence that she does her job right there. Don’t disturb them.” King Winchester said lowly.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Benny bowed slightly and left the room.

“Boys, Brad,” the king walked into the dance hall a half hour later to wake Charlie and his sons.

“Huh?” Charlie’s eyes opened. “Oh, sir! I’m so sorry! I-”

“Got my boys to sleep? First time in two months.” He smiled. “You’re fine.”

“Boys, wake up.” Charlie tried to move but was squished between the two.

“Dean, Sam.” John said deeply. “Come on.” He tapped them both to wake up.

Dean moved first.

“Oh, hey, Dad. Sam. Get up.”

Once all three were awake, they got ready for guests to fill the hall.

Charlie ran her fingers through her hair, straightened her outfit, and made sure the boys were ready.

“You’re bossy.” Dean smiled.

“It’s part of the job description. Come on, hurry up!” She left his room and knocked on Sam’s door. “Sam, time to go!” She heard a low “Be right there!”

The ball was their annual get-together. Known throughout the country as the best party of the year, Dean and Sam knew to be on their best behavior and smile while others felt bad for them losing their mother. No one knew, but Dean was aware that he would probably cry later from the facade he had to put on.

“Thank you all for joining us this evening. Please partake in food and drink to celebrate the new year!” King Winchester shouted to his guests. Raising his glass, he cheered with the crowd and drank the entire glass within a few seconds.

The Winchester Family greeted and interacted with what felt like a thousand people. They were all becoming tired when a young lady walked confidently to Dean.

“Hello, Prince Winchester. May I have this dance?”

Dean didn’t care at this point. He didn’t realize how cunning she looked… but Charlie and Benny did. They looked to each other as to say that they would be watching her closely. Charlie saw the lady’s hand go lower and lower on Dean’s back. The assistant could tell he was tensing. She stepped in.

“Prince, can I have a few minutes? A dignitary donated a large amount of money to your organization and would love a photo with you.” Charlie carried her clipboard and smiled to his dance partner.

“Of course. Excuse me, miss.” As he walked away, he thanked Charlie. “Brad, she was driving me crazy! She was so... handsy!”

“You’re welcome, Your Majesty.”

YN landed on her friend’s guest bed.

“Thanks for letting me stay here. I’d much rather stay here than a hotel. The production people are lovely about where they were going to have me stay, but I’m so glad to see you.”

“Of course.” Eileen signed, her hearing getting worse.

Dean went to bed after the party. His schedule was cleared for the next day by Charlie so that he could recover from the party.

“Thank you, Brad,” he hugged her before going to bed. “You always look out for me.”

“You know it. Go to bed,” she turned him toward the door and lightly pushed him to enter his room. “Good night, Prince Dean.”

”You suck.”

“Go!” Charlie laughed.

“‘’Night, Brad.”

“And cut!” The director yelled to the cast.

“Ugh,” YN sighed. She wiped her tears from the hard scene.

“Again, please! Great job, YN!”

“Winchester!” Benny ran up to the oldest prince as he was about to exit the back entrance of the palace to a car waiting. “Where in the hell are you going without me?”

“Stop following me around!” Dean turned to face Benny. “Just leave me alone!”

“Dean,” Charlie said quietly as she walked up to the two. “Just take a breath.” She put her hand up. Dean dismissively turned back toward the door. She cut in front of him. “Just stop for one second. I know that the last few days have been hard. Why don’t I go with you? Benny can stay here.” Dean looked at her. He saw her seriousness and sweetness.

“Okay. Lafitte, stay here.” The prince looped his arm through Charlie’s and then walked out of the door.

“I gotta ask you something, Winchester Numero Uno.” Before they entered the vehicle, he huffed at her. “Where were you thinking of going?”

“Anywhere. I’m pent up, and I need to get out.”

Charlie asked the driver to take them somewhere Dean didn’t hear. He didn’t care.

The prince stared out the window of the town car as they went to the unknown destination.

“Dean,” Charlie whispered.

“What, Brad? What? How can I help you? Along with the thousands of others who have been asking me questions lately.”

She smiled. Charlie knew he was frustrated.

“I was going to ask if you wanted some sour candy.” She chuckled. “But I can keep them for myself…” she took out the bag and reached into it. He snatched it out of her hand and ate a piece before she knew what happened. “HEY!” His assistant punched him in the arm.

“Best question I’ve been asked since you asked if I wanted a hug.”

“‘Cuz I’m awesome.” Charlie grinned.

“Where are we going?”

“My old stomping grounds. No one will recognize you here, and it’s late so no one will see me either. Let’s go.” After the driver parked, the two exited the car. She took his arm and huddled against him because she was chilled.

“Why are you always cold?”

“You didn’t exactly give me a second to get ready to go out, dumbass. You were throwing your little tantrum.”

“I’m sorry, Charlie-”

“I’ll live. Come on.” She practically dragged him into a restaurant with no one in it. The shop owner smiled and Charlie asked for her regular order. “I’ll order for you, Winnie. I know what you like.”

Taking a seat, he looked around. Dean smiled at the nickname she used to make sure they weren’t found out.

“Winnie, really?” He laughed as Charlie sat down to wait for their order.

“I can’t call you Dean, you know that. Will you relax?”

“Oh, crap.” Dean saw a group of people walking toward the door of the restaurant.

“Switch me.” Charlie stood up and had Dean sit to face away from everyone. She handed him her hat, and he put it on.

Everyone ordered and slowly left the room. Charlie encouraged Dean to eat, but he was nervous about being recognized. While trying to remain calm, someone bumped him with her hip. He turned out of instinct.

“Sorry,” she quickly stated.

“It’s okay,” he responded. “It’s-” he froze. “You.”

“Dean?” YN whispered.

“What are you doing here?” Dean looked at her confusedly.

“Guys, move it along.” Charlie stated urgently.

“Here,” YN scribbled her number on a napkin. “Facetime me later,” she smiled. “Good to see you. Nice to meet you…?”

“Charlie, assistant extraordinaire.” She shook her hand.

“Goodnight, Dean.” YN whispered again, trying to respect his anonymity for the moment.

Dean raced through the palace to find his brother. He knocked on his brother’s door.

“GO AWAY!”

“It’s Dean, open up!” The older one pounded on the door again. When Sam opened the door in his pajamas and messy hair, Dean took a breath. “I found her!”

“It’s 3am and we have to fly tomorrow for… whatever it is. What in the hell are you talking about?”

“YN LN. The actress! She’s in Genovia!”

“Huh?”

Dean walked into Sam’s room and shut the door. He sat in one of the chairs close to the bed.

“She didn’t say. Charlie took me to this place and we were eating. She was with a group of people. YN accidentally hit me with her hip, and she recognized me when I turned around. I got her number.” He beamed.

“This couldn’t wait til morning?” Sam sighed.

“You know how much I wished I could’ve gotten her number the first time, come on, man! Be excited for me!”

“I’m excited for you, now get out,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“You two better be in bed!” They could hear Charlie say on the other side of the door.

“The ruler of the roost has spoken,” Dean smiled. “‘Night, Sammy.” He left the room to find Charlie with her arms crossed. “I’m going, I’m going…” She pinched his ear and dragged him toward his own room. “OW!”

“You promised me that you would go to bed after we got home, mister. GO.”

The prince chuckled.

“Good night, Brad.”

“Sweet dreams, Prince Dean.”

The next evening, Charlie stomped into Dean’s hotel room.

“Have you called her yet?”

“Huh?” He stared at the TV.

“YN!” She kicked his feet off the ottoman.

“What is wrong with you? You manhandle me like I am a child!” Dean stood and walked into the restroom, shutting the door.

“Oh, don’t be a baby.” Charlie smiled. “You’re grumpy because you’re tired.”

When Dean was finished, he walked out to wash his hands.

“I haven’t called her yet. I’ll do it tomorrow when I have more time.”

“You never have any time, you’re a prince,” Charlie plopped herself down on a chair.

“Will you go away? I’m tired. You’re always telling me to go to bed.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She stood up and walked past him.

“Brad,” he grabbed her wrist. She stopped and eyed him curiously. “Thanks, little one,” he kissed her hand. She rolled her eyes.

“Lights out, five minutes.” Charlie grinned. “‘Night, Prince Dean.”

After arriving home, Dean paced back and forth in the living room.

“Call her.” Charlie said seriously.

“You aren’t helping.”

“I saw her number. I can call her for you if you like?” Charlie grinned wryly. “You have five minutes or I will do it for you.”

“You are such a dick.” He huffed at her.

“Hurry, we have that leader dinner thing in an hour and you need to be changed.”

Dean walked into his room and sat down. He pressed the facetime button and called YN.

“Oh- my-” YN stuttered. “Hi, Dean.”

“Hi, beautiful.”

She blushed.

“I don’t have a lot of time because… royal stuff, but I wanted to say you looked amazing the other night.”

YN laughed.

“I was in sweats and a t-shirt, Prince Dean.”

“I know,” he raised a brow. “So what are you doing in Genovia?”

“A movie.” YN shrugged.

“So your wonderful face will be on a screen near me sometime soon?” He giggled at his joke.

“Lame…” she rolled her eyes sarcastically.

They talked for a bit about little things. Dean liked her even more. He heard a knock at the door.

“I need to go, it’s time for me to get ready. Sweet dreams, YN.”

“Prince Dean, please get ready, you need to be there soon.” Benny stepped inside.

“I’ll be ready, thanks.”

Dean and Sam hiked themselves up the stairs and away from their guests, loosening their ties.

“I’m exhausted, good night bro.” Sam passed Dean to go to his room.

Dean didn’t hear Charlie walk up behind him.

“Dean,” she started. When he didn’t turn around, she faced him to read his expression. Charlie saw tears about to fall. She took his hand and walked him into his room and shut the door. “What happened?”

“I’m fine.”

“Sure. That’s why you could barely get in here without crying,” she looked at him kindly.

“It’s nothing. I think I’m just overwhelmed.”

“You know you can talk to me.” Charlie rubbed his back.

“Thanks, Brad.”

“We need to talk about YN, but you should relax.”

“Nosey,” he chuckled.

YN and Dean talked more consistently and she visited the palace on one of her days off.

Sam was walking through the living room when he saw her. He raised a brow, confused.

“You must be YN,” he walked to her and shook her hand.

“Prince Winchester, nice to meet you.”

“Move along, Sasquatch. YN and I are going to watch a movie,” Dean walked in with popcorn.

“Yeah, yeah. Nice to meet you,” Sam smiled and left.

“Your country is beautiful,” YN sighed, happy.

“It’s not mine, but I understand what you mean. It’s gorgeous. Like someone I know.”

“Scruffy?” YN laughed, pointing to the dog.

“Close, but no. You ready to watch this movie? Get comfy. It’s kind of long, but totally worth it.”

YN ended up falling asleep against Dean. They woke up the next morning to King John’s bellowing through the palace.

“DEAN! I need you!” He saw Dean and YN on the couch and touched his shoulder. “Son, wake up,” he said gently.

“Huh? Oh. What’s wrong?” Dean tried to sit up without disturbing YN.

“It’s Sam, he was hurt. He’s fine, but he stepped outside and was hit with a stun gun. Security caught the guy, but-”

Dean raced to the in-palace infirmary. He threw the door open to find Sam with his shirt off and two marks on his chest.

“I’m fine, Dee.” Sam huffed.

“Where is this person, and can I pummel him?”

Sam started to laugh but stopped when he realized how much it hurt.

“No,” their dad walked in. “He’s a jerk, but he’s looney. He didn’t understand what he was doing.”

Dean dismissed his father’s remarks.

“Sammy, are you okay?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine.”

“Good,” Dean knocked his hand against Sam’s and left.

“Is Sam okay?” YN rose from the couch.

“He’ll be okay.”

“Maybe I should go,” she weakly smiled.

“No, you’re fine. My dad is taking care of everything. Sit down,” he collapsed on the couch and motioned for her to sit down.

“Okay,” YN sat down.

They continued to date in secret so that they wouldn’t be in the public eye. Once they had become serious, they were ready to be seen in public.

“You ready to do this?” Dean changed his shirt from a button up to a polo.

YN took a deep breath.

“Yeah.”

They went to a tennis match. In front of people. Together.

The couple could feel everyone’s stares and glances.

“Are you still happy we did this?” Dean looked down at his girlfriend.

“I think so. People would have found out about us anyway, I guess. I’m ready to go, can we?” She looked to their bodyguard.

“Of course, ma’am,” Benny motioned for her to walk toward him and up the stadium steps.

“I’m tired, that’s fine with me.” The prince moved so that she could step in front of him and walk to Benny.

“Thank you, Benny,” YN took Dean’s hand to lead him up the stairs behind Benny. The crowd murmured. “I don’t know if I will ever get used to that.”

“Eh, part of the life now, princess.” Dean grinned.

“Shut up, Dean!” YN whacked him with her purse. The crowd giggled.

After they went back to the palace, they turned on YN’s movie that she had shot in Genovia over one year previous.

She looked over at Dean to see him wiping away a few tears that he barely let out.

“Honey,” she took his hand. “What’s wrong?”

“You died, sweetheart. I don’t ever want that.”

“I died in the story, not in real life. Come here.” YN opened her arms to him. He snuggled in next to her. “I’ll be with you until the end.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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wordstrings · 3 years

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I CANNOT believe I didn't think of that???? But I DID IT

Also, the reasons you didn't ask for:

Jack: Lawful Lee- hes so innocent and pure and still has the mind of a child. He doesn't understand the embarrassment that might come of just asking Cas, or Dean, to just wreck him cause he had a bad day. He has no reason to go it via retaliation (like some people *cough* Dean *cough* he just asks for it

Kevin: Neutral Lee- Kevin is the MOST embarrassed about being tickled, and will NEVER make a move to try to be on the receiving end. But when hes had a rough day with the tablets, or starts complaining a little too much, the brother feel they gotta take his mind off it. What better way than pinning him down and tickling the snot out of him. Kevin of course doesn't actually mind, and the boys know that, from the little to no heat his threats give off. But he'll never give them true verbal or physical verification.

Meg:chaotic Lee- ESPECIALLY in her later seasons when she decides to help the boys. A quick quip here, a jab at their egos there? A well placed death threat? And the boys and Cas are taking her down, just like she planned. (This ones a little shotty, I didn't really know who else would fit here, if you got ideas, lay em down!)

Cas:Lawful switch- I mean. Does this one really need an explanation? Yes? Well okay- much like his surrogate son, he's not overly shy about asking his boyfriend to be taken down. He does seek retaliation from Dean sometimes, but thats really just because he knows Dean likes that kind of play, and he's more than happy to endulge him. His ler side, is often kept for Dean (he will take down Sam or Charlie or Kevin when necessary, but only when necessary or asked). He's grown to learn Deans ticks and signs that he wants to be tickled. But being the good wholesome boyfriend that he is, always waits for those signs to show up cause he doesn't want Dean to ever be uncomfortable (although, he's kidding himself if he thinks Dean isn't always craving it, but thats beside the point)

Charlie: Neutral switch- Her ler side is more so quick jabs to sides, flutters of fingers up ribs, or spidering up spines. Enough to get a squirm and a gasp or giggle out of her assailant, but nothing more, unless of course the entirety of the bunkers residents are ganging up on Dean- then she'll join the antics, but otherwise likes to stay on the outskirts, and just tease everyone (shes a big reason why Dean gets into Lee moods a lot. You can't just give him a quick squeeze and move on! Thats like letting him have one bite of his burger and then taking it away!!). Her Lee side is also relatively secluded. When she's in a Lee mood, she focuses on one single assailant (usually Sam) to prod poke and flutter. They eventually get annoyed enough that they take her down, and reducer her to giggling mush. Her Lee moods are few and far between, so it took everyone in the bunker a while to figure it out

Dean: chaotic switch: the chaotic switch to rule all chaotic switches. When hes in a Lee mood, you'd better believe no one wants to be in the same room with him (and all have Cas on speed dial for this reason. Oh you thought it was cause he's an angel of the lord that could help with monsters? No, its to deal with a problematic Dean Winchester). He becomes /unbearably/ annoying until someone decides to FINALLY take him down. If he's been annoying enough, to enough people he'll earn himself a swarm of angry friends picking certain body parts to destroy, and it becomes a family affair. If Dean is in a ler mood, forget about not being in the same room. You should be in a different country yesterday. He is relentless, taking down anyone in arms reach. Even running after them down the hall, "you gotta keep your endurance up, what if I was a vampire Kevin, huh? You'd be DEAD". Cas is also usually called to clean up this mess. Although, if Cas in unavailable, a well placed threat about calling Gabriel usually gets him to mellow out until Cas can be his guinea pig (shameless throw out: petition for the boys to FINALLY get Cas a pet God damnit).

Sam: lawful ler- due to the years of torment he was subject to by his brother, he's not big on being on the receiving end, but that doesn't mean he's not afraid to dole it out. His "traumatic" memories leaves him being more empathetic to his victims, and only taking them down necessarily, or when they outright as for it, some actually asking, some... more around the bush (*cough* DEAN *cough*). He takes immense joy in tickling Charlie, because he knows he's the main person she goes to when she actually wants to be tickled. And he's always willing to lend that hand... or fingers.

Benny: neutal ler- you CANNOT tell me he did not take Dean down in purgatory at least once. And when he joins the family of the misfits, his first reaction is "why does everyone tickle eachother do damn much??" He finally realizes that its because their lives are so full of sorrow, death, destruction and overall sadness, its their way of brightening everyone's spirits when needed. Hes also realized its a common form of affection throughout the bunker. His first experience with it was Charlie goosing his side. He wasn't overly fond of the feeling, but was content with watching everyone take eachother down for a long time. It wasn't until a few months into living with everyone that Dean kept /pestering/ him nonstop for three days. It was Cas who eventually told him that Dean was trying to get him to tickle him. He obliged, somewhat hesitantly. He confront Dean about it afterwards, and Dean just blushed, and told him he wanted him to be part of the family, more than just a shadow around the bunker. After that, Benny started settling in a little better, and even joined in tickling others when he had the chance. The only one he allows to actually tickle him now is Charlie, anyone else will be tickled to hysterics immediately.

Gabriel: chaotic ler- Gabriel isn't around the bunker often. He'll show up for holidays, select birthdays, and hunts he's needed on. Otherwise hes pretty scarce, doing whatever gabriel/loki/trickster/whatever he is this Tuesday. Every once in a while he'll pop up on days other than those listed above. On the days he is around, everyone is always on high alert. Gabriel LOVES to mess with his new family, and his older brother complex trumps even Deans. And unlike Dean, no one sees Gabriel coming. He is not afraid to use his grace from the other side of the bunker, or pop up behind his unexpected victims to tickle them with his fingers and wings the old fashioned way. However... Gabriel is the most dangerous when summoned. Can you guess who's in the most danger? I'll give you a minute. Thats right, Dean freaking Winchester. And Gabriel does not like being prayed to on days he isn't planning on joining those in the bunker, and will surely dole out whats coming to to culprit of those forced to bring in backup (although, who is Gabriel kidding. If it got to the point they had to pray for him, he's really just feeding Dean what he wants)

Cliff notes: Dean is just a mess but everyone loves him

First of all, when did Tumblr let asks get this long? Not complaining – I just pride myself on keeping up on all the quirks here and this completely skipped my radar. It’s glorious.

I agree with so much of this, so hard, but I must acknowledge that the switch row is true Perfection. I’m with you on the chaotic lee conundrum, though - and the closest feasible replacement I can come up with is Garth. (Ideally, I’d still probably put him in neutral instead of chaotic, but whaddayagonnado.)

#ask #thatone.asexualgirl #headcanons #tickling #Supernatural #Jack Kline #Kevin Tran #Meg Masters #Castiel #Charlie Bradbury #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Benny Lafitte #Gabriel #swift.fox

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Insecurities

A/N: this was request by @phoebethepheebs I was so happy to write it I’m sorry it took so long to come out, but here it is finally lol mores coming it’s my longest fic so far.

warnings: smut, cussing, oral, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, some angst.

Parrings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word count: 3,749

Tag list: @ahoy-stevieboy @thehair-ington @linkispink1995 @harringtown @bvrningdesires @gardeniasandwhiskey @lxvesickreality @bluebellbrooke @harrington-ofhawkins @thenameishayley248 @ghostineleven @pappydappy

Please enjoy 😊

When the kids found out Steve and I were dating they were ecstatic, at first the kids didn’t warm up to me. They always gave me the cold shoulder or glares.

It got to the point I didn’t want to be around the kids like at all, I avoided them. The only one who seemed to warm up to me was Will.

The rest wouldn’t budge at all so I just gave up. It was a typical Tuesday. I was cleaning around my house so when my parents came back to town they didn’t have too.

I was doing dishes when the phone rang, I sighed putting down the plate I was washing, walked over to the phone picking it up after the second ring.

“Y/L/N residents.”

I heard Steve speak over the phone tension in his voice.

“Oh hey Mrs.Y/L/N is Y/N home?”

I smiled to myself at Steve, I knew he constantly said I sounded like my mom but I didn’t think he meant it.

“Steve it’s Y/N, my mom isn’t coming home until Friday.”

“Oh well what are you doing?”

I looked at my pink nails while I thought about the rest of my day.

“Hmm nothing much why whats up?”

I heard his demeanor change on the other side of the phone.

“Oh well the kids wanted to go to benny’s in about 30 minutes and I wanted to know if you’d like to come?”

I felt my stomach begin to knot up.

“Uhh Steve actually I’m pretty busy today, I don’t think I could possibly leave my house is a mess.”

He sounded unsure of my excuse, but he let it go.

“O-oh okay Y/N I guess I’ll see you around then.”

“Alright Steve I’ll see you.”

As soon as those words left my mouth I hung up, I walked back to the sink and continued to wash dishes.

*steve's pov*

After I hung up with Y/N I felt weird about it, she’s never stood me up, I wonder what’s up with her.

I just shrugged it off, spraying my hair with hairspray then grabbing my car keys, headed out the door to my car.

When I arrived at Benny's I saw the kids bikes, I smiled at the thought of being with my closest friends even if they were kids.

The only thing that would make this perfect was if Y/N was here. I got out of the car I probably should have checked on her, but I knew she didn’t like to feel smothered.

When I walked into Benny’s I saw the kids in a booth near the jukebox, I smiled pushing the thoughts of Y/N out of my head, I walked up to the kids.

“Hey guys.”

Their head snapped towards me all they smiled at me, but my eyes scanned over their faces, my smiles slightly dropped when I saw Wills face.

He was smiling but it didn’t meet his eyes like it usually did. I sat down beside Dustin, before anyone could say anything Will spoke up.

“Where’s Y/N?”

The kids all stopped, looked at Will like they wanted him to shut up. I looked at him smiling softly.

“Oh sorry dude I asked if she wanted to join us today but she had stuff to do.”

I heard Dustin mumble a thank god, I turned to look at him.

“Well when you talk to her can you tell her I missed her today?”

My attention came back to Will, I nodded smiling at him.

“Yeah buddy no problem.”

Lunch had gone okay, I couldn’t keep focus on any of the conversations going on because all my mind kept going back to was Y/N.

El was the first to notice I wasn’t talking as much as I usually do so she asked.

“Steve are you okay?”

I looked up from my food as the kids eyes fell on me.

“Uh yeah I’m just thinking about Y/N, ya know I wanted her to be here but she didn’t want to come.”

Mike looked around the table at everyone then he looked at me.

“Uh Steve about Y/N.. we haven’t really made her feel welcomed.”

I looked at them individually, they wouldn’t look back at me except for Will.

“Hey mike speak for yourselves.”

I looked at Will, smiled at him.

“I’m glad you at least made her feel welcomed, but as the rest of you I’m disappointed. You all should know how it feels not to be accepted somewhere.”

They all nodded at me, everything made sense now, why Y/N would blow me off all the time when I mentioned the kids.

After we got done eating I paid, walked with the kids to their bikes when Dustin stopped to look at me.

“Hey Steve, we really are sorry for not letting your girl feel welcomed. We just wanted to scope her out to make sure she had good intentions.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“Well thank you but I have a good feeling about her, so I’m going to go see her right now.”

I got in my car, before I started my car I watched them ride off. When they got out of eye sight I started my car and headed to Y/N’s house.

*Y/N pov*

I was sitting on my couch watching some cheesy romance movie, ever since Steve had called I felt bad so what better way to wallow in my own self pity than love movies.

I’m not about to lie, I was WASTED. Like if wasted was a person it would be me. What led me to drink was I was thinking of Steve, how Him and I were never going to be together. It wasn’t his choice, it was mine.

mainly because the kids didn’t like me. Those kids were Steve's world, I wasn’t going to get in the way of them. It wasn’t right for me to so I was removing myself from the situation.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I paused the movie, stood up walking over to the front door.

“Who is it?”

I asked through the door because I’ve seen a lot of horror movies when the girl at home alone opens the door boom she’s dead.

“Y/N open up its Steve.”

My drunken mind wanted to believe him but a part of me was still unsure so I wasn’t going to budge.

“Prove it, what’s my favorite ice cream flavor?”

I heard him sigh but he quickly responded.

“Cake batter.”

I smiled as I reached for the doorknob twisting it, pulling it open. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him standing there with a huge smile on his face.

“I’m sorry you know I get paranoid when I drink.”

He chuckled, nodding his head at me.

Yeah I do that’s why I tell you not to watch those movies.”

I shook my head pouting.

“I love them too much to give up on them,”

When my eyes met his there was something there, it was like how he looked when he got his first bike.

“Uh mind if I come in?”

I bit my lip nodding my head stepping aside while he walked into my house. The scent of his aftershave filled my nose making me feel even more intoxicated.

I shut the door, turned towards him. The more I looked at him the harder it was for me to tell him I couldn’t hang out with him.

“So Y/N I came by to talk to you about the kids.”

For some reason my stomach dropped, I immediately felt nauseous.

“Steve I actually wanted to talk to you about that, but I guess I’ll talk now.”

I took a moment to breathe when I was ready to talk. I looked at him.

“I can’t do this anymore, I can’t pretend that everything’s okay, the kids mean a lot to you and they just don’t like me. I’ve come to grips that the only person in the party who does is Will.”

Steve looked like he just got punched in the stomach, fear filled his features, he let me go on with my thoughts.

“Steve I like you, I really do, as selfish as it sounds I can’t be around people who don’t like me. I just can’t Steve, I know you probably don’t feel the same but I just wanted to let you know why after this conversation we are done.”

When I finally shut up Steve just started at me, he nodded at me understanding where I was coming from. When he looked up at me there was something there, if I wasn’t mistaking it looked like rage.

“No Y/N you can’t do that to me. You can’t do that to us okay, for the first time since Nancy I finally feel right, I feel like nothing can or will make me as happy as you do.”

I looked at him, my mouth opening some to say something but he cut me off.

“No Y/N let me finish you’re the most amazing girl ever, I’d be stupid to let you just slip out of my grasp, the kids just wanted to feel you out t-to see what you intentions were, they just didn’t want to see me hurt again, but I’ve talked to them and stored it out please give me a chance.”

I looked at him speechless, the alcohol was buzzing through my veins at full speed. My mind was spiraling, Steve had feelings for me?

My heart and mind were at war, my heart was winning. I stepped closer to Steve, he took a step towards me. He reached out to me, pulled me into his grasp.

His callused index finger ran across the bottom of my lip, His other hand ghosting over the side of my cheek. I nuzzled into his palm biting my lip.

“Maybe you should let me bite that lip for you.”

I looked up at him, lust filling his eyes, his hand stayed on my cheek, he pulled me closer to him, I leaned into him taking his delicious aftershave and cologne filled my nose.

His lips ghosted over mine, after a minute of him ghosting over my lips I opened my eyes meeting his blown wide pupils.

“Just kiss me already harrington.”

It was like that’s what he was waiting for because after I gave him the go he smashed out lips together. It was euphoric, he tasted like chocolate and spearmint.

At first the kiss was soft, needy but soon it turned into something more, our kiss that once was sweet turned into a heated kiss, our lips parted even further and out tongues slipped into each other's mouth, our teeth occasionally bumped into each other’s.

When we parted we were both gasping for breath.

“Wow.”

I smiled at him hearing his reaction to the kiss, I put my forehead on his.

“Yeah wow.”

He put his hand on the side of my cheek. Honestly, I loved the fact he could be passionate one minute, then be sweet and soft the next.

I bit my lip looking up at him, he looked like he wanted to continue so I pulled him back to me.

“Wanna continue this upstairs?”

Steve nodded his head, grabbing my hand pulling me upstairs, I giggled while we walked upstairs. We kissed the whole way up them, that wasn’t exactly as easy as it sounded.

When we got to the beginning of the hallway Steve pulled away looking at me.

“Jump.”

I nodded and jumped up, arms wrapping around my thighs holding me against him. He turned us to walk to my room, I smashed my lips to his.

I grinded my hips down into him causing him to let out a groan into my mouth. It made my insides melt to hear him groan.

He opened my room door and walked in, kicked the door shut. After he did so he walked to my bed plopping me down causing me to let out a giggle.

Steve took his shirt off, I admired every part of his chest. carving it into my mind, got above me and smashed out lips together.

This kiss was more wanting, so while we kissed I started to take my shirt off, I threw it across the room. He looked down at my almost naked chest, then back up to me.

��You’re so beautiful.”

I blushed looking back at him.

“So are you.”

He blushed at my comment and kissed my lips and made his way down my abdomen. I threw my head back as he got lower, when he reached under my belly button I let out a gasp*

“Do you want me to stop?”

I bite my lip, shaking my head, propping myself up with my elbows, Steve’s Callused hands ran up my thighs, under my skirt.

My breath hitched as his fingers went into my underwear, his hand getting closer and closer to my vagina.

I let out a gasp when he finally ran his fingers over it. He looked up at me and smirked.

“Let’s get a better look shall we?”

I bit my lip nodding at him while he slid off my panties, when he got them off he threw them behind him making me laugh. Him trying to be smooth was honestly hilarious.

He put both of his hands on my soft thighs and pushed them open, some of his hair disappeared under my skirt, I let out a gasp when I felt his breath on my wet vagina.

I bite my lip letting my head fall against the mattress, one of my hands gripped the sheets while the other found its way into his hair.

It was sad how he really hadn't done much, for me so worked up. His lips ghosted over my vagina which made me groan in frustration.

“Patients is a virtue.”

I looked down at him under my skirt and growled at him.

His head popped up from my skirt a stern look on his face.

“Did you just growl at me?”

I nodded my head, yes rolling my eyes.

“You think after keeping me waiting so long you would faster.”

He raised another brow at me, popped my inner thigh.

“Are you sassing me?”

I looked down at him shaking my head back and forth.

“Stand up.”

I nodded my head, did what he told me. Next thing I knew I was being bent over Steve’s leg, he pulled my skirt up kissing each cheek. He rubbed one side softly turning his head at me.

“This is what happens when you sass me understand?”

I smirked.

“What’s gonna happen if I do it again?”

He looked at me then pulled his arm back smacking my ass.

“That.”

I gasped then giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

I took in a breath looking back at him.

“Oh nothing just wondering if a mosquito bit me.”

He let out a sigh.

“Now Y/N I didn’t want to have to spank you but I guess now I have to.”

I bit my lip trying not to show him that I was liking it.

“That’s too bad, but I have been a bad girl and they deserved to be punished.”

He slapped my ass once and looked at me.

“Count with me okay baby.”

I nodded, his slap kinda stung my ass, I was regretting what I said.

“Two.”

I bit my lip feeling his hard hand coming down on my ass causing me to let out a gasp.

“Three.”

He brought his hand down again, it caused me to let out a small moan.

“You’re doing good baby girl just two more okay.”

I nodded my head biting my lip, my arousal going onto his leg.

“Four.”

His hit was a little bit harder making me let out a sharp gasp gripping onto the floor.

He rubbed my ass cheek a little bit to help take the sting away.

“Five.”

We both counted together, but when we reached five it barely left my lips, I braced myself. I knew this hit was going to be the hardest of them all.

He swung his hand all the way back and slammed it down on my ass causing me to let out a yelp, I guess he knew he hit my ass a little too hard because he was rubbing it.

“I’m so sorry baby I didn’t mean to get into it, it’s just the way you were whimpering and gasping just drove me wild.”

I got up looking at him smiling, I walked over to him laying in back on my bed.

“It’s okay I know you wouldn’t ever hurt me intentionally.”

My hands found the button to his pants , I unzipped his zipper and palmed his hard dick making him throw his head back letting out a soft groan.

“Let me show you how much I appreciate what you’ve done so far.”

He lifted his hips while I pulled his pants down letting his hard dick spring free. I looked up at him and smirked.

“Who got you this worked up?”

He bit his lip, looked down at me.

“You did.”

I tsk him and look up at him.

“Who am I?”

He looked down at me, his member throbbed pre-cum leaking out, and I licked it teasingly.

“Y-you did princess.”

I smiled at his sudden switch In roles, I quickly took him in my mouth and he hissed. I slowly sank my mouth down on his dick as far as I could go, his hand found its way into my hair.

He thrusted into my mouth making me gag around him, he set the pace with his hand. He pushed my head up and down around his dick moans escaping his lips.

When he pulled me up I was saddened, I loved pleasing Steve. I stood making him look up at me a red tint painting his cheeks.

“S-sorry I didn’t wanna finish in your mouth I wanted to finish in you.”

I nodded understanding, I walked over to my drawe and I pulled out a condom showing it to him.

“I’ve been waiting for this.”

He smiled.

“Will you be my girlfriend Y/N?”

I looked at him and walked over tearing the condom on letting him put it on, I took my skirt off kicking it behind me, I straddled his waist kissing his lips l.

He instantly kissed back, my hand found its way through his hair while he slipped the condom on, when we pulled away he looked at me lightly rubbing his thumb over my lips.

“Of course I will be your girlfriend Steve harrington.”

He smiled leaning in to kiss me.

“By the way we taste great together.”

I laughed kissing his chin then down his neck, my hands played with his chest hair. When he slipped his dick into me I threw my head back arching into him.

“F-fuck Steve you’re s-so big.”

He thrusted upward into me, groaned.

“Damn it Y/N you’re so tight.”

He slowly moved me up and down on his hard dick making me let out gasp while I felt his dick sliding in and out of me.

I grabbed his shoulders while he gripped my hips hard enough I knew there were going to be bruises in the morning, I moaned as his set started bouncing me faster.

“Shit S-Steve you feel so right in me.”

His breath started to pick up so he flipped us around him on top of me, me on the bottom. He slowly pulled out, he started rubbing my clit.

“Baby you’re so wet.”

Steve and I have never done it, we were closer to our orgasm’s than we’d like to admit. Steve and I have had years of sexual tension, we just needed to realize how we felt.

Now that we did there was no going back now. Steve thrusted in, out of me at an excellent speed. My nails drug down his back making him shudder. I grabbed him back by the back of his neck connecting our lips together while he fucked me.

I felt his thumb rubbing circles around my clit, I arched my back into him. His body heat made it comfortable for me, beads of sweat formed on the top of my head.

I pulled away from Steve looking young at him while his thumb circled around my clit faster, his dick fucking me into oblivion.

“A-ahh s-shit Steve I-I’m close.”

He groaned against my skin making goosebumps dance across my skin while he kissed and sucked at my neck.

“F-fuck me too baby, but don’t cum until I say so.”

I nodded my head biting my lip trying to suppress my orgasm while he continued fucking me. I felt his thrust speed up making my boobs bounce, grabbed his hair pulling him down to me.

His thrust grew sloppy, I was so close I couldn’t hold it anymore. Luckily Steve knew I was about to burst, I could feel my face heating up trying to hold it in, Steve looked at me taking my bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled my lip, when he let go my lip made a quote noise compared to us.

“Cum for me baby.”

I closed my eyes focusing on the pleasure and I came on the spot my orgasm causing stars to blur my vision, I felt light headed as I came, Steve guided me through my orgasm while he emptied himself into the condom.

After he came down he laid beside me both of us trying to catch our breaths, while doing so he peppered kisses onto my forehead.

“I’m so happy you said yes.”

I looked at him smiling.

“Me too.”

He bit his lip nuzzling into my neck.

“Can we have round two in the shower?”

I giggled at him pecking his lips softly.

“We can do whatever you want Steve let me just calm down first.”

He stood up, walked into the bathroom starting the Shower. I smiled to myself shaking my head at him.

“How are the kids going to be able to be around us?”

I smiled to myself getting of my bed, walked into the bathroom let’s just say neither one of us got much rest that night.

A/N: thank you guys so much for reading, I hope y’all liked this, sorry it was so long I kinda got carried away lol but more coming just keep a look out if you’d like to request please do, also if you wanna be added to my tag list let me know.

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f1united · 4 years

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THE CEO’s - ceo calum/luke part 5

Summary: You are Luke’s PA and have a thing for his rival Calum after meeting him in a bar one night, but you don’t know who he is

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For a minute, you stood in shock staring towards the door that Calum had just gone through. Calum had said he had his own business, but you weren’t expecting it to be anything to do with the field that you worked in, let alone be at your office and in the meeting room you needed to be in. Grabbing the empty glass, you headed over to the water machine. Calum had been in a suit when you’d met him, but this time was different. He looked more professional, the buttons were all the way up and a red tie hugged his neck. His blazer was the perfect fit round his shoulders, making them look toned even through the layers of fabric.

You shook you head to try and get him out your mind as the water almost spilled over the top of the glass. Walking towards the meeting room, you felt your heart beat slightly faster. Why the hell was Calum in your meeting room? As you entered, you were glad that it wasn’t just Luke and Calum in there. Around 15 people sat along the long table. You made your way straight towards Luke and sat in the seat next to him, taking your laptop out from under your arm and placing it on the desk with your glass. Opposite you was Melissa, one of the director’s assistants that worked just below Luke. You gave them a small smile, grateful that you didn't have to be sat directly in front of Calum for the duration of the meeting.

You tapped the buttons impatiently as you waited for the screen to load so you could type in your password. You printed the documents for all Luke’s meeting which included lists of people attending, Calum had to be on there somewhere. You eventually got to the folder and opened a couple of the documents. The first to load was an email attachment you had received from Hood Co.

You scrolled down the document searching for his name. It was an email about planning the meetings from a few weeks ago. Your eyes widened as you reached the signature of the email.

Kind Regards,

Benny Lane

On Behalf of Calum Hood

Hood Co.

‘CALUM HOOD’ you thought. He’s the CEO. Luke’s 'rival'. You've spent the day fantasising about your company's biggest competitor and he's now in the same room as you and your boss.

Luke nudged you under the table with his knee and your eyes immediately shot to his. He mouthed a ‘you alright’, a concerned look plastered on his face. You nodded in response and loosened yourself in your chair slightly, leaning back and making yourself more comfortable. You scanned the room for Calum, noticing he was sat at the other end of the table on the opposite side. Your eyes caught his as you looked up, his face still plastered with a cheeky smirk from the kitchen. You gave him a smile back. Jesus, he looked good.

‘Right’ Luke spoke up, you were thankful for him breaking the silence in the room. ‘Let’s just pick up where we left off. This is Y/N, she’s my assistant. She’ll be helping with any admin and technical bits. I'm sure you all have her email by now’.

After Luke introduced you, you tried to keep your eyes locked on the computer screen from then onwards, hoping that your focus would be on the meeting.

Calum was the first to start talking as you caught up on some of the meeting notes from earlier on. It didn’t take long; Luke wasn’t very good at making notes as well as leading a meeting when there were this many people here talking.

You continued making notes as the group spoke, grateful for the fast-flowing conversations as it meant that you could think about nothing other than typing the words you were hearing. As the meeting went on, you understood what Luke meant about trying to befriend each other rather than being rivals. As two of the leading engineering companies in Australia, they often competed for clients. If they were working together for some jobs, then the bigger team would mean there was less pressure and more resources. It made sense and it was probably the biggest decision that Luke had made since you'd joined. Maybe even in his entire career. So, perfecting a contract for the two companies to merge for certain jobs was a big deal.

The meeting lasted a few hours. Your stomach was starting to growl slightly and the thought of your sandwich back in the office wasn't helping so when it was dismissed with a plan to pick up where you'd left off tomorrow morning you let out a huge sigh of relief. You stayed seated as Calum and his employees began gathering up their things.

'Thank you for that' Luke looked more relaxed now and seemed a bit cheerier than before.

'My pleasure' you turned slightly to face him and gave him a smile. It had been nice to do something different today. Sure, you'd sat in plenty of meetings, but this was something new for the company and something you were excited for after learning more about this afternoon, although there were many different reasons for that.

You and Luke headed back to your office; you didn't look at Calum on the way past just in case he caught you staring. On the way back Luke asked Amy, one of the new interns, to show Hood Co. out. She happily obliged and who wouldn't? No one says no to Luke and she also got to stare at Calum.

The sandwich sat on the coffee table didn't look as appetising as it did when you'd got it earlier, and to be honest, eating dodgy food wasn't something that you wanted to experience. You screwed your face up as you picked it off the table and chucked it in the bin, it didn't smell great either.

'Did you not get a chance to eat?' Luke nodded towards the sandwich as he placed his laptop on his desk.

'No, I grabbed it at lunch' You glanced over at the clock. 5:17. You'd done your hours for the day and didn't really have anything major to do for now.

'You can go home Y/N'

You looked back over to Luke.

'Are you sure? I can stay for longer if you need me' you never liked leaving without it being okay with him.

'Not much more can be done tonight, thank you for all your help today'

'Anytime Luke'

'Well in that case, would you mind sitting in the rest of the meetings for this deal? You made it so much easier today, and Melissa does a good job, but she has he own work to focus on too. You just somehow always manage to get everything done perfectly first time anyway!' Luke looked almost as apprehensive as he had done when he'd asked you earlier. Melissa was one of Luke's newer employees who dealt with some of the Directors admin. As you'd gradually got busier, Melissa was the one that Luke called on to attend his meeting, make notes and sometimes even travel with him when you couldn't make it.

'Of course, I don't' you smiled. 'I don't want to take away Melissa's role though' you picked your bag up from your desk and rummaged around for your keys. Checking you had your phone with you to and that your laptop was charging for tomorrow you headed to the door.

'You won't be' he assured you. 'We've promoted another employee to become a director so she will have even less time to focus on this now anyway, and it's a big deal that needs a lot of time and attention'

'Okay well thanks for the extra work' you joked earning a smile from him. 'Don't stay too late Luke, I don't want to be dealing with a grumpy you tomorrow morning'

'Grumpy? Me? Never!' a laugh escaped his lips.

'Night Luke' your eyes rolled at his comment

'Have a good evening' he replied. As you walked out into the corridor you noticed that the office had started to empty. It was crazy how having someone important in the office made people put in extra work and stayed longer. Walking towards the lift your thoughts wondered back to Calum. You checked your phone to see if he'd messaged you and to your surprise he had.

'I'll pick you up at 7?'

You never really let people pick you up, always just insisted that you'd just met them wherever planned, but Calum already knew where you lived, and it would just be easier.

You smiled stupidly at your phone typing a 'sounds great x', ditching the smiley face for a kiss at the end, as you went through the door and pushed the down button at the lifts. Your drive home took longer than usual as you hit all the rush hour traffic and by the time you got home you didn't have long to get ready. You put on some make up to make yourself look a bit more alive and changed into a skirt and a nice top, slipping on some high-top converse to make it slightly more casual, hoping that you weren't going anywhere extremely fancy.

It wasn't your usual Monday night, you'd usually get home and do a workout or go straight to the gym and then cook, shower and sleep, all ready to repeat the next day. As you applied a thin coat of lip gloss, your phone rang.

'Hey gorgeous, I'm outside' well that made your heart beat faster!

'Okay I'll come down now' You grabbed your small bag that you usually used for going out-out and went to the front of your building. You thought that maybe you'd at least have to try and spot Calum's car but no, the huge brand-new Rolls Royce that he was stood next to didn't really make him blend in with your apartment complex norm. You probably should’ve guessed that he had a nice car as Luke had plenty, and each time he purchased one he always invited you along to help him pick some of the design features. You loved it, you loved driving but could definitely not afford a Rolls Royce, so helping design Luke’s was the closest you’d ever really get.

He was wearing black jeans and a Guess t-shirt which made you thank yourself that you’d made your outfit more casual. As you approached the car, he opened the door for you before walking round to the driver’s side and getting in. You both smiled at each other before you broke the silence.

‘So, you’re Mr Hood huh?’ you still couldn’t quite believe that you’d been in a meeting with him earlier.

‘Well I don’t like to boast about it, plus, who knows the name of someone who runs a construction business?’

‘Oh, is that why you decided to pick me up in this car?’ you asked, ‘So that you can lie low’. He knew you were being sarcastic as his face cracked a smile. Calum tried his hardest to keep his eyes on the road, but he couldn’t help looking at you as your eyes scanned around the luxury car.

‘I can bring the Bentley next time if that’s more suitable’ Calum commented, and you smiled at his confidence.

‘I really wasn’t expecting to see you in my office today’

‘And you think I was expecting to see you?’ His voice got a bit higher as he spoke. ‘I just wanted a coffee and suddenly you’re walking towards the kitchen’

Calum ended up taking you to a restaurant that he said he’d discovered the last time he was in this part of town. It was a small, family run Italian and it was delicious. Although you offered, he insisted he paid, claiming he chose the restaurant, so it was down to him. You spoke about how you’d gotten into the business, applying for the job and completing a university environmental science degree through the company. It was easy to talk to Calum about your role, most people who hear ‘personal assistant’ assuming its running after their boss every minute of every day but with Calum having his own, he knew it was much more. You loved the variety of jobs that you got to work on and things that you learnt.

Calum spoke about how he got into business and how he could never had imagined he would’ve been so successful. His father had founded the company years ago and it wasn’t until he decided to take a step down that Calum was able to take it to a bigger level.

You also spoke about your families and friends. Turns out Michael who works on his team and was in the meeting today was one of his closest friends and they had been for years. You told him that Luke has the same type of relationship with someone called Ashton who would’ve been in the meeting but was currently away on holiday.

When Calum drove you home, you felt kind of sad that the night was over. You’d had a good time and could’ve carried on speaking to him for hours more. So, when he pulled into your apartment complex, you couldn’t help but ask him something you’d never asked a guy you’d recently met to do before.

‘Do you um… Do you want to come in for a bit?’ he seemed slightly shocked at your question. ‘Oh no not for that you know I just thought maybe we could have a drink and watch Friends or something, it’s what I’d usually do anyway’

Your question was answered when he pulled into a parking space and turned his engine off, shooting you a smile. You apologised for the mess in your apartment as you walked through the door. Your makeup was littered across the coffee table, for some reason you’d decided to put your makeup on in the living room today. There were a few glasses that you had yet to wash up but other than that you kept it very clean. ‘You can but your keys on the hook if you want’ You noticed the keys in his hand and pointed to the hook next to the door where the key to your Mini hung.

‘Are you joking? It’s spotless’ he laughed at you slightly as you sat on the edge of the sofa and untied your shoes and he copied your actions. You picked up both pairs of shoes and placed them on a shoe rack in the hall.

‘I’m a bit of a clean freak’ you admitted. I was true, even if you’d left clothes scattered around for a few days, everything was clean and spotless. ‘I don’t like germs and dust’

He laughed and shook his head you swiped the contents of the table into your makeup bag in an attempt to tidy and placed the glasses onto the kitchen side. The perks of living in an apartment with an open plan kitchen and living room meant that you could have a quick tidy without seeming rude.

‘You’ve got a Mini?’ he asked, obviously noticing the key when he’d placed his with it.

‘Yeah I love it. I had one as my first car and when it eventually got too much use, I just got myself a brand new one as a treat. Do you want anything to drink?’ you asked. Neither of you had drunk at dinner, just had some pink lemonade. ‘I’ve got beer’ You picked the Peroni out of the fridge and waved it in his direction.

‘A beer would be great’ he smiled. ‘I’ve never driven a Mini before’ You grabbed a beer for yourself and joined him on the sofa which he was still perched on the end of. You rolled your eyes and threw the display cushions on the floor.

‘You can sit properly you know’ you handed him his beer and sat down next to him with your back on the cushions and feet up on the coffee table.

‘I just didn’t want to mess anything up’ he made himself comfier as you reached and grabbed the remote that had was on the arm.

‘I’m not that picky’ you laughed ‘And maybe one day you can drive mine if you’re lucky’.

‘Oh really?’ he raised his eyebrows at you. ‘Only if I’m lucky’

‘Well it is my pride and joy’ you smiled. ‘Do you mind if I put Friend’s on or would you prefer something else’.

‘No, I love Friends’

‘Thank god for that, I watch it constantly on loop and all my friends hate it, I just never get bored of it, I think I’m near the end of season 5’

‘Which one do you think I’m most like’ he asked. You cocked your head at him slightly.

‘Hmmm maybe Joey but with more going on up there’ you pointed to your head as you spoke. He let out a little laugh before asking why. ‘I don’t know you just seem like you’d ‘wow’ all the ladies, what about me?’

‘Monica if we’re talking about cleaning, Chandler if we’re talking about sense of humour’

‘Are you calling me sarcastic?’ you narrowed your eyes at him with a smile. ‘And there’s no mention of Rachel’

‘Is that a problem?’ he asked

‘Well she’s only the most attractive women on the planet’

‘I’d say she has strong competition’ he answered as he looked at you. You noticed how his eyes changed slightly. He said it softly, but his eyes said it differently. You both carried on watching Friends and after a while your eyes started closing, your head falling on his shoulder every now and then as you got sleepier. Season 5 eventually finished, and Calum sat up slightly, looking as sleepy as ever, and extremely cute.

You flipped over your phone and looked at the time. 01:25. How was it already so late, you’d usually be well asleep by this time on a Monday night.

‘Shit we’ve got a meeting in the morning’ you remembered as Calum rubbed his eyes.

‘Yeah I should probably get going’ he pouted at the end making you just want to cuddle into him even more.

‘I’ll grab your shoes’ you got up from the sofa and wrapped the blanket that had been covering both your legs around your shoulders to keep warm. After tying his laces, Calum made his way to the door.

‘Thank you for a nice evening’ you smiled up at him as he stood just by your front door. You insisted to walk him down, but he promised he could do it himself.

‘I had a great time too’ his hair was slightly messed up and voice slightly groggy from the tiredness. You both stood there smiling stupidly at each other until he placed his hands around your waist and his face closer to yours. You dropped the blanket from your hands and placed your arms round his neck, connecting your lips to his. The whole thing felt dreamy. What was even happening to you. After a while, you both pulled away and rested your forehead on his as he bit his lip and you smiled up at him.

‘See you in the morning Calum, text me when you’re back safe’ you smiled up at him. You both released your hands from around each other as he grabbed his car keys from the hook.

‘See you in the morning gorgeous’ you opened the door for him, and he stepped into the corridor, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead before leaving.

You shut the door and picked up the blanket and cushions that were over the floor. You washed up the glasses from before and placed the beer bottles in the glass recycling. You sat on the sofa and went through your phone, noticing how the smell of Calum had lingered on the fabric.

You got yourself into the shower and eventually bed, falling asleep as soon as the text from Calum hit your phone. But the late night hadn’t helped with the early start that came the next morning.

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Sorry the wait was so long! Anyone want a part 6?

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redshirtgal · 4 years

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Sometimes Memory Alpha picks the worst photos to represent a character. For example, this one. Identified only as a sciences crew woman in “The Alternative Factor,” this young lady looks like the last person in the world you would want to approach. That look would freeze winter in its tracks. But did you know this episode was not her only appearance?

But actually, she has quite a pleasant smile and seems to be on good terms with Charlene Matthews and her assistant. One thing we can determine by both photos is that she has quite a distinctive hair style. And that makes it easy to identify her throughout the several episodes she is in.

Going by production order, this young crew woman first appeared as part of the audience in this scene of “The Conscience of the King.” Sadly, it is impossible to determine where she is because of the lighting. Even sadder, she is never given a name in any episode. So our only recourse is to either make up one or call her by her stage name, Carey Foster. And since the only made up name we could think of was Yeoman Side Flip.... well, yeah. Carey Foster is a much better choice.

Foster appears for the second time in “The Squire of Gothos” (in the upper left corner) merely as one of those crew members who blend into the background on the bridge. Although she is certainly going somewhere in a hurry.

Her appearance in “The Alternative Factor” was her third as a science crew woman. Not only does her hair style stand out but so do her long legs. Those legs might be part of the reason the crewman is grinning while he is watching her carry her coffee starting with the moment she pulls it out of the food synthesizer slot and all the way up to the moment she joins Lt. Masters and her assistant. Btw, watch this scene on your own and see if you can identify the crewman who seems so entranced with her. One odd factoid worth noting - according to Star Trek Fact Check (http://startrekfactcheck.blogspot.com/) , it appears that Carey Foster along another extra were upgraded from background extra to performer. Which we believe means they both were paid SAG wages. The blog backs this up with notes from the production sheet. That’s a nice little bump in salary, so evidently (as the blog surmises) both Carey Foster and another extra by the name Tom Steele were part of a deleted scene in which they both had a line. We don’t even see this male extra in the final version so we can’t tell if he is the same Tom Steele who was an extra in “Bread and Circuses.” At least Ms Foster’s part was kept in the scene after the deletions were made.

The next time we see her is in “This Side of Paradise” when she is part of the crew who beamed down to Omicron Ceti III to join Spock, McCoy, Sulu and the others who have already decided to stay there rather than serve on the Enterprise. In the first photo, you can easily identify Carey from the back of her head. But if you aren’t sure, take a look at the second photo where she turns slightly to the side and you can tell it is the same crew woman. Also, take a good look at the hair of the young lady in front of her. We can’t be positive, but the color and style of her hair looks very much like that of the red skirt in the front of the audience at the end of “The Conscience of the King.” How frustrating that we recognize her in that episode but cannot identify where Carey Foster appears.

Carey exchanges her science blues for technical services red in “The Devil in the Dark.” She is practically the first person the captain sees when he exits the turbolift and returns to the bridge at the end. And yes, that is definitely the same actress as the science crew woman we saw in “The Alternative Factor.” One look at that hair...

In “Errand of Mercy” Carey Foster is still in her red uniform and appears to be handing Captain Kirk a tricorder instead of a clipboard just before the Klingon attack at the start of the episode.

We could not make a positive ID but we are almost sure this is the final appearance of Carey Foster in “Operation Annihilate.” The hair is close to the right color and there certainly is an upturn in her hair where it hits her shoulders. Production notes verify she is in this episode, according to Memory Alpha. However, we can’t promise you this is her. Still, she has had an amazing run. Carey Foster appeared in a total of seven episodes, which is pretty good for an extra. Not many of the ones who played a unnamed crewman got called back for more than two or three episodes. Why was this actress so lucky?

(Above - two early publicity photos of Carey Foster. Note the hairstyle in the second photo)

Possibly because she first appeared in several episodes of The Lieutenant, the first television series created and produced by Gene Roddenberry. After all, Joseph D’Agosta was The Lieutenant’s assistant casting director and became the casting director for Star Trek’s entire run. This could easily be a coincidence but then many actors who appeared on Star Trek also appeared in The Lieutenant including Gary Lockwood, Don Marshall, Leslie Parrish, and Nichelle Nichols. Actually, Carey’s first Hollywood break was through her talent as a dancer. She had always wanted to dance since she was a young girl. She was so talented, she was allowed to enter an elite dance studio at the age of eleven, where she was given a full scholarship. On the day of her audition, she encountered her role model, Leslie Caron. Two of her dance studio classmates were Annette Funicello and Liza Minelli. At age 16, she auditioned for a part in West Side Story. She and the other girls followed the directions of both Jerome Robbins and Director Robert Wise and she was one of the lucky ones chosen for a part. However, because her young age required a tutor on set and specific work hour requirements, she and some other young ladies were let go. But even though her dance career got off to a rough start, Miss Foster still found work dancing in industrial entertainment films (which were the subject of a fascinating documentary called Bathtubs Over Broadway).

A choreographer friend got her a stint working at the recently opened Cal-Neva Lodge in Lake Tahoe. Frank Sinatra was the owner and she recounts that he took the younger dancers under his protective wing, asking them to point out anyone who bothered them. From there, she landed a spot as one of the dancers seen on The Dean Martin Show. With more exposure, Carey was able to successfully land work as a dancer in several Hollywood movies. Above is her appearance as one of the Winter-A-Go-Go dancers in the movie of the same name. She is the second dancer from the right (in front of the young man in the green sweater).

There was another better known actress in this movie by the name of Julie Parrish, who played DeeDee. She is the young lady dressed in purple in the promotional poster to the left. We know her as Miss Piper, the assistant of Commodore Mendez in “The Menagerie,” Part One.

Carey Foster also appeared in similar roles in Annette Funicello’s Pajama Party and Elvis Presley’s Kissin’ Cousins. Carey is the one in the teal top above. At the bottom of the photo you can see a girl with a yellow bikini top. That is the female lead of the movie, Yvonne Craig. Carey remembers Elvis as being very personable and starved for conversation with the younger cast members. Annette Funicello, on the other hand, was stand-offish and didn’t spend much time socializing on the set. Ms Funicello’s name is probably not familiar to many people outside of us Baby Boomers who remember her as the darling of many a Walt Disney production.

Not listed in her IMDb credits, but confirmed in an interview with Carey Foster (as Emmy Lou Crawford) in the Santa Barbara Sentinel, was an appearance in the 1969 blockbuster hit, Hello Dolly! She is the lady in the yellow dress seated to Barbara Streisand’s left. This would have been one of her last appearances in Hollywood, although she was an assistant choreographer on 1969′s television special for Jack Benny’s birthday celebration. By that time, Carey was married and had a family. Her husband, John Robert Crawford, had a one film Hollywood career. Howard Hawks hired him based purely on his race car prowess to appear in Red Line 7000. The only thing noteworthy about that movie was the appearance of up and coming co-star James Caan. Together they had one daughter, Sean Crawford. Hollywood was losing its appeal and Carey Foster was now becoming more interested in making sure her daughter had the best education possible.

To achieve that, Carey Foster went back to using her real name of Emmy Lou Crawford and became a certified Montessori instructor. And of course, a dance teacher. Now she and her daughter Sean have opened their own studio, Inspire Dance. From that smile on her face, Emmy Lou seems to revel in encouraging young dancers just the way she was growing up.

#Star Trek TOS #Sciences crew woman #Emmy Lou Crawford #Carey Foster

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babbushka · 4 years

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Last Straw (2/12)

Newly married to your high school sweetheart Kylo Ren, the two of you move into Skywalker Ranch, a farm recently passed down after the death of Kylo’s grandfather. The place is charming, and the people seem friendly…but are they?

Content Warnings: Animal death, animal cruelty, gore (relating to the animal death), blood.

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No, you think, you really aren’t the best equipped to do such intense renovation work as the house needs. And you desperately want it to be done well, to the best that it can be, to bring it back to its former glory – if for no other reason than to help Kylo heal. He is a big, strong man, but he can’t do all this alone, not all by himself.

Besides, you think, neither you nor Kylo were strapped for cash, not by any means. If you could help support a local family business with a job like this, one that was sure to take a long time and require a lot of labor, well, then you’d be happy to do so.

“I think that’s a great idea honey.” You decide finally, putting your mug down and walking into the living room to look for your purse. You always carried a small pad of paper and about five different kinds of pens on you at all times, “Do you want me to write it up?” You ask once you’ve found it, once you come back to the kitchen.

“Would you? That’d be great, thank you.” Kylo wraps his arms around your middle, rests his chin on your shoulder as you write in clear clean letters:

Help Wanted!

Historic farmhouse – complete renovation (help us restore our family home!)

Will pay well! Please contact Mr. & Mrs. Kylo Ren at:

Skywalker Ranch, Sweetwater co. WY

“I need to go into town to pick up groceries, cleaning supplies, that sort of thing, I can drop this off at the news station, if it’s still where I remember it.” Kylo says with a smile as he picks up the slip of paper, careful of the drying ink.

You know what he’s smiling at, at the little Mr. & Mrs., the first time you’ve ever really put that down on a piece of paper after the wedding. You smile right back at him, nudge his calf with your toes until he’s fully grinning.

“Do you want me to come with you?” You ask, and he grows so shy – as if you didn’t just get married a week ago, as if you hadn’t been in love all your lives.

“Only if you want to.” He shrugs, bashful in the way that means he absolutely wants you to join, and you sip the scalding coffee as quickly as you can without totally burning your tongue, something which makes him laugh as he passes you on his way to the bedroom.

It takes almost forty-minutes to get all the way into town, into town properly anyway. About half an hour into the drive there are houses that spring up, scattered about. Nothing that could really be called a suburb, not the way you think of it anyway. But ten minutes more and suddenly you’re driving down Main Street, a bustling road filled with people walking, biking, driving.

It’s just the one road, but it’s got all the sorts of stores you might want, anything you might need. There’s a grocery, a pharmacy, the library. A couple store-fronts selling clothes, home goods. There are restaurants, bars, but none of them, nothing on the street is a chain. Everything is mom-and-pop, established signs and plaques boasting over one hundred years of operation.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to live in a place like this? It was always my dream, getting out of the city, out into nature. I love how wide open everything is.” You say, the sun-bleached pavement smooth under the tires of the truck.

“Good, because we’ve got just about nothing but nature.” Kylo replies, as he parks the car in front of the grocery store.

The little bell at the door dings when he opens it for you, and you’re surprised to see it’s busy. People must get their shopping done on Saturdays, you think, as you grab a shopping cart, already fishing around in your bag for the list you wrote up on the drive over.

You’re just about to start roaming the aisles when an old man recognizes your husband and slaps the register happily.

“Benny! How ya doin’ son?” He calls out, lifting the little swing door enough to get through it, to come greet Kylo with a big hug.

“Mr. Dormer I go by Kylo now.” He patiently responds, giving a stiff hug to the sweet guy.

He’s got to be over seventy, you think, with deep tanned, weathered skin and a missing front tooth. He wears a faded baseball cap and a denim shirt tucked into bright blue jeans, almost as blue as the turquoise bolo tie he has around his neck.

“Kyle-o, now that’s a name! You earn that in the city?” Mr. Dormer chuckles good-naturedly, and Kylo blushes.

“Something like that.” He mumbles, but Mr. Dormer is far too excited to register it.

“By gosh by golly you look just like Anakin, you know that? Have his eyes.” He says, and you give Kylo’s hand a squeeze reassuringly when the tips of his ears go red at the comparison. “And this! Who is this lovely young thing?” Mr. Dormer asks, and now Kylo blushes for real.

“Mr. Dormer, this is my wife, (Y/N).” He introduces you, and the old man takes your hand and gives it a big kiss.

“The (Y/N)? The one you used to spend all summer bitchin’ and moanin’ about wishin’ you could go smooch instead of helping your grandpappy till the land?” He chuckles again, and you raise a pleased eyebrow, very amused.

“Mr. Dormer please – ” Kylo starts, because now he’s drawing some attention, and if there’s one thing Kylo didn’t want, it was the public’s attention.

“Oh I don’t mean to embarrass you Kyle-o, it’s just nice to see a new face round here.” He waves him off, but you can tell he’s sincere.

“We stopped by because we’ve moved into the farmhouse, and there’s nothing in it.” You say kindly, gesturing to the long list of things you need to pick up.

“Don’t let me stop you, in fact when you’re all ready to go I’ll give you the friends and family discount.” Mr. Dormer winks, and Kylo just reaches out to shake his hand.

“Thank you Mr. Dormer, it means a lot to us.” Kylo says, but once again, the man just waves him off with a weathered smile. Before Kylo turns away, he pats his pocket where the little slip of paper you wrote up lives. “You don’t happen to know if they still publish that weekly newsletter, do you?” He asks, and Mr. Dormer scoffs as if offended.

“Oh ‘course they do! Three buildings down, can’t miss it.” He replies, but he does so with a wink, and you simply shake your head, tug Kylo happily down the aisles.

When the cart is full and everything on the list has been crossed off, you load up the bed of the truck and walk hand in hand down the three buildings, where just as Mr. Dormer said, stands proud and tall the publishing house. Inside it is a staff of only three people, so you figure might as well walk right up to the front desk, greet the woman there with a smile.

“Ben!” The woman with a little nameplate that says Stephanie gasps in recognition when you and Kylo stand before her.

“Hey Steph, it’s Kylo now.” He says, and you already feel bad for him, because you know this is going to be a trend. She gives an apologetic glance, but Kylo just moves on, “Me and my wife would like to run this ad please – honey how long do you think?” Kylo asks, turning to you.

“Well, how much is it?” You ask, trying to do the mental calculations.

“Well we charge by the line.” Stephanie says, chewing her gum.

“Understandable, we’ve got uh,” Kylo looks down at the little slip of paper, “Four lines?”

“Alrighty then that’ll be four dollars.” Stephanie replies, and you both frown.

“That’s it?” He asks, at the same time as you go, “Are you sure?”

“Yes ma’am. Dollar per line, always has been, always will be.” Stephanie says proudly, pointing to a small hand-painted wooden sign that reads the exact same.

“And is that per week?” You ask, still not fully recovered from the shock of how criminally inexpensive that is.

“Yes ma’am, so having the ad run for about a month would make it sixteen bucks even.” Stephanie nods, and you suddenly grow concerned.

“Do you think it’ll be a month before someone reaches out?” You ask Kylo, and he looks at you, chews his lip and you can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

“You can always do a two week run and then renew it if you’d like.” Stephanie suggests, twirling a curly lock of hair around her finger, “First ad will go out tomorrow, since it’s Saturday and all.”

“That sounds perfect, thank you.” You agree, sliding over a new ten dollar bill, telling her to keep the change as you leave.

Back at the house, Kylo is quiet as he helps you put the groceries away. Thankfully the fridge and freezer are working fine, electricity up and running no problem once you called and made a new contract with the utilities company. One of the benefits of living with farmers was that everything from the grocery store came from right there, all the milk and cheese fresh, all the fruits and vegetables ripe and perfect. The meats were priced well, and really the only thing you splurged on was a cake from the bakery, a small little chocolate thing to celebrate the first real day in the new house.

“Are you happy here?” Kylo asks, feeding you a forkful of the fudge icing, “Like, will this place make you happy?”

He’s so serious, so genuine, that you almost think something is wrong. But he’s got that look in his eye again, and you nod, because of course, of course you are.

“I’m happy wherever I am, as long as I’m with you.” You say simply, and he groans, just puts more cake in your mouth, making you giggle.

“You’re cheesy.” He grumbles, but he’s blushing.

“Maybe, but you married me.” You wink, “Just think, once the place is all fixed up, it’s going to be so beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.” Kylo responds, and you laugh, get up from the little kitchen table to put the forks and plates in the sink to deal with later.

“Who’s the cheesy one now?” You tease, when suddenly something rushes under your foot and you drop the things you’re holding in shock with a, “Oh shit!”

“You okay?” Kylo is by your side, and your heart races until you hear a soft meow coming from behind a cabinet where whatever it was that spooked you had gone to hide.

“Yeah, there’s just, we have a cat, apparently.” You sigh, before smiling to yourself, feeling silly.

“Huh?” Kylo frowns, and you walk over to the pantry where a beautiful calico kitty has scurried.

Her fur is glossy and thick, and she doesn’t look emaciated. When you open your hands to her, she sniffs your palms before headbutting you, purring loudly. Poor thing was well fed but in desperate need for some company, if no one had been around as long as Kylo had said.

“She’s nice, look. No collar though, probably lives in the barn or something.” You say, and the cat lets you scoop her up into your arms.

You’ll probably need to take her into town for a vet check-up, but for now, she doesn’t look sick and you can’t see any fleas, so you let her down gently. She winds around and around your ankles, brushing her fur against your calves, and you give Kylo a pleading look.

He doesn’t say anything, only rolls his eyes and leaves the room, grabbing the broom and the mop on his way, which means you are victorious.

The next morning, you’re lounging in bed trying to get a decent phone signal to check your twitter when there’s a knocking at the door.

“Honey? Could you get that?” Kylo calls from the bathroom where he has managed to fix the plumbing and take a shower.

You abandon your phone, a signal no where to be found, and wrap yourself up in your robe. Once downstairs, you look through the peephole of the front door.

Standing on the porch are three men, one much older, and two younger ones who look to be identical twins. The twins are boys really, just barely getting through puberty from the looks of it. They’re clearly family, sharing the same crop of red hair and sprinkling of freckles, and when you open the door they all give you the same smile. It’s a slightly disconcerting smile, particularly on one of the twins, who looks like he isn’t used to the gesture, like it hurts his face almost.

“Mornin’ miss!” The eldest reaches a hand out for you to shake, “My name’s Brendol, these are my sons, Armitage and William, you must be (Y/N)?” He asks.

“Yes, that’s right, it’s a pleasure to meet you, but what can I do for you?” You ask in return, shaking his hand so as to not be rude.

“Actually, it’s what we can do for you – we saw this ad you put out in the paper?” Brendol unfolds the newspaper clipping, and your eyebrows shoot up.

“Jesus that was quick!” You can’t help but exclaim, you really had thought it would take much longer, days at the very least, for someone to want to reach out, but a quick glance at the clock told you it was not even seven o’clock in the morning, the sun taking its time to rise with the changing seasons.

“Let’s not take the Lord’s name in vain now.” Brendol says, entirely too cheerfully, and you blink, feeling scolded.

“Oh, sorry.” You cringe just a little, no one cared about something like that in the city, you’d have to be careful so as to not accidentally offend anyone here in the mountains. “My husband’s just finishing up in the shower, please come in, can I pour you some coffee?” You open the door wide enough to invite them in, and they all smile once again, almost on cue, all together.

“That’d be mighty fine, thank you.” Brendol says, and you step aside so they can pass.

You offer them a seat at the table and set to finding mugs, making sure your robe is tied tightly around your waist so that you don’t accidentally expose yourself, both for their and your sakes.

“I’m sorry for not being more presentable, I honestly didn’t think we’d hear from anyone so soon.” You explain with a little chuckle, trying to be friendly, “Or at least, so early.”

“F-farm folk get up with sun and go down with it. You can expect us h-here helpin’ from dusk till’ dawn, if you think we’d – if you decide we’re a good fit.” One of the boys, William says with a very soft voice. He seems nice, you think. Shy, but nice.

“That’s very kind of you, but if you don’t mind I’m going to leave that decision to my husband. He knows more about being handy than I do, that’s for sure.” You chuckle, and Brendol gives you another one of those smiles.

“No problem at all.” He nods understandingly, and you feel some awkward tension rising.

Luckily, the coffee pot comes to a stop just then, and you are quick to pour a mug for the man, a little thing of cream and sugar already on the table.

“Armitage, William, would you like coffee too?” You ask, reaching for mugs for them, but the boys protest right away.

“Oh, no thank you m-ma’am, no that’s alright.” William puts his hands up as if you’ve just threatened to hit him, and you frown.

These were strange people, you think to yourself, before shaking the thought away. It wasn’t ever good to judge, you remind yourself, because you were sure that to them, you and Kylo would be pretty weird too.

“Juice, if you happen to have?” Armitage asks, and that’s an easy enough request.

“Of course.” You pour them both a tall glass of orange juice, before you begin to grow too uncomfortable, just standing there while they drink. “Would you excuse me a minute, I’m just going to let my husband know we have visitors.”

You practically bolt up the stairs, scaring the poor kitty who you still need to think of a name for. The shower is still running when you open the door to the

“(Y/N!)” Your husband pokes his head around the plastic liner, the two of you not having gotten around to getting a real shower curtain just yet, and you can’t help but smile at the way his hair is plastered to his face, how his ears stick out, “Hey honey, would you look at this the water pressure’s great!”

“That’s wonderful sweetheart but there are people downstairs in the kitchen, they want to talk to you about the handywork.” You gesture towards the kitchen, and Kylo frowns.

“Fuck, already?” He asks, and you nod, desperate to not be left alone with them anymore.

“I know! That’s what I said.” You say, and he’s already reaching for the handle, pushing it to stop the water flow as you ask, “Come down soon?”

“Yeah, give me like two seconds.” He nods, and you sigh with relief, heading back down the stairs to the kitchen where Brendol and his sons still sit at the table.

You more or less twiddle your thumbs for a minute, before something dawns on you.

“You know it’s funny, but, I don’t think I put my first name down on the ad.” You say, trying to keep the conversation light, aloof.

“Pardon?” Brendol asks, and you shrug.

“When you came to the door,” You explain, fiddling with the tie of your robe, “You said, ‘you must be (Y/N).’ And I am, only, I don’t think that was anywhere on the ad. Do you happen to know my husband at all?” You ask.

“No, no I don’t believe we’ve met.” Brendol says as he licks his lips, appraises you in a way that makes you want to draw at the same time as your husband comes bounding down the stairs two steps at a time.

“Hey! Sorry for the wait, I’m Kylo, Kylo Ren.” He extends a hand, and all three of them stand up, all give him a great big smile.

“That’s a funny name.” Armitage comments off-handedly, but Brendol only smacks him upside the head, hard.

You and Kylo both exchange a quick glance, but your husband isn’t intimidated.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He says, before gesturing to the front door, “Would you guys like to come with me, I can show you the property while we talk?”

They agree, and the four of them go outside, likely to appraise the level of work that needs to be done outside before any work can start inside.

You take the opportunity to go upstairs and change, get yourself ready for the day and go through your full routine as best as you can with mostly everything still packed. There’s a draft in the room from the poor ventilation which brings in the cold, so you throw on a sweater and one of Kylo’s big jackets over it before peeking out through the bay window.

There had been…issues, in the past. Things that had gotten Kylo in trouble, back before he was Kylo. Issues you didn’t want anyone knowing about, that no one could go asking about. It was a big draw to moving here, moving away from the city, moving away from the past.

You didn’t like the feeling of this family, of these men. Didn’t like the way they smiled or looked at you, didn’t like the way they acted with one another. You had half a mind to call child protective services, those twins had to be fifteen, sixteen at the most. Your mind keeps flashing to William bracing when you only asked him if he’d like coffee, that can’t…that just can’t be healthy.

But as you watch them walk around the house, they begin to speak expertly about different renovations, different things that need to be done. You can’t hear all of it, not from all the way upstairs, so you creep down the steps, careful of the spots where the wood was weak.

“We’ll be here bright and early tomorrow, thank you again.” You can hear from the front porch as you look through the peephole once more.

“No no, really, thank you.” Kylo says back, waiting for them to climb in their truck which they’ve parked next to yours out front. He puts a hand up to wave with a, “Have a good day, see you.”

You scare him just a little when he opens the door to find you directly behind it, and you search his face to see if they made him as uncomfortable as they made you.

“It went well?” You ask, and Kylo nods, smoothing his hands up your arms and kissing the top of your head as he passes you.

“Yeah, I’m going to draft up a contract for a month’s worth of work, and then we’ll get started.” He responds, going to the kitchen to pour himself a mug of coffee, it being so early in the day still.

“How much did they ask for?” You ask, doing the same, finally having a moment to relax now that company was gone.

“Nothing.” Kylo hums into his mug, and now his brow is furrowed, and his signature scowl has found its way back to your lips.

“Nothing?” You shake your head, “You can’t give them nothing, that’s taking advantage.”

“I know, I tried telling them that. All they asked was if they could stay in the barn until the month’s up.” Kylo shrugs, and something about that bothers you, but you don’t know why.

“The barn?” You ask, in case you misheard, but Kylo only shrugs again, looking just as confused as you are.

“Yeah, they were kind of insistent about it.” He explains, and you wonder if maybe they had nowhere else to stay, to live.

“That’s...” You don’t know, actually. You don’t know what it is.

“Yeah.” Kylo says, just to say something.

You two exchange a glance, and this time, there’s something strange in the air, something you can’t quite place.

You don’t know when exactly they move into the barn, but every day at sunrise they are doing work with Kylo in the house. Every day at sunrise you are woken up to the sounds of saws and hammers, drills and nail-guns.

Some days you greet them, but other days by the time you get dressed and ready for the day, they’re too engrossed in their labor to talk for too long, and other days still you avoid them entirely. They’re good workers, very good workers, and fast too. You look around the house, compare it to how it was just a few days ago to how it is now, and the difference is staggering.

Between the four of them, they’ve managed to completely redo the wood paneling on the outside of the house in a week. They tackle one room at a time, patching walls and fixing wiring, replacing the glass windows. You bring them glasses of water, of juice, tea, whatever they ask for, make sandwiches that they accept with a smile. You sweep and mop and dust after them, and soon the place is looking really nice, looking liveable, and not run-down, not a code violation – if there even were codes out here.

They are good workers but.

But.

The smiles…you don’t know.

“You ever notice something, odd about them?” You ask Kylo one day, as you’re both driving back home from a trip into town.

This time to pick up some various hardware supplies they need. You’re almost at a point where you can start wall-papering and painting the house, and it’s exciting, so exciting to see it come back to life. Kylo had managed to save a few scraps of the paper, a few chips of paint, and you had gone to the home improvement store to match it. Lucky for you, nothing ever seemed to change, and his mood is so high when he discovers the exact same colors and patterns are still there.

You have bundles and cans of it in the bed of the truck, as you pull through the gate once more, crossing onto your property. The sun is setting behind the mountains, casting that beautiful orangey-pinky glow across the land, and everything seems more or less picturesque, perfect.

“About who?” Kylo asks, lost in thought, tapping his gloved hands against the steering wheel to the music from the radio.

“The Huxes.” You clarify, and he frowns.

“What do you mean?” He asks, immediately frowning, protective, so incredibly protective.

“I don’t know. Something about them creeps me out.” You say softly when the truck pulls up to the front of the house, the men in question nowhere in sight. “I don’t like the way they stare.” You whisper.

The stares had been the worst, worse than the smiles, you think. It was a haunting feeling, the kind where you could tell someone was looking at you, could tell you were being watched, everywhere from the living room to the closet.

And yet, each and every time you try to catch someone’s gaze, no one seems to be paying you any attention.

Kylo’s grip tightens on the gear shift as he puts the truck into park, reaches across the bench to kiss you soundly.

“I’ll talk to them about it, the month is almost over, and then they’ll be gone.” He says, not needing to or wanting to question you about it, taking your word for it, and for that you’re grateful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were feeling so uncomfortable, I don’t want you to ever feel like that.”

You just nod, so relieved, so in love with your husband for not pushing the issue, that you can only kiss him back soundly.

You both carry things to the front porch, when suddenly you scream, let out the most horrified sound, drop the paint cants onto the wood as you cover your mouth in disgust and horror.

“Oh my god!” You scream, “Fuck – oh my god!”

“Honey?” Kylo drops what he’s carrying too and rushes to your side, collects you in his arms as you start to sob.

“Kylo there’s – she’s – something killed her!” You wail, not even able to get anything out, not able to articulate it because the image is so gruesome that you can’t get it out of your head, no room for anything else.

“Killed who, what?” He asks, and you point to the other side of the porch where the cat, the poor sweet calico, lays decapitated in a puddle of slowly drying blood.

Flies swarm her, and you’re on the verge of vomiting. She must have been out there all day, all by herself, and you cry cry cry, you never even had the chance to name her.

“Look at that, that’s not – that’s not natural oh my god they took her head, Kylo why would they take her head?” You bury your face in his neck, and he just holds you close, soothes your back, tries and tries to help you calm down.

“What the fuck happened, you don’t think…?” Kylo asks, staring at the poor thing, and you hiccup, trying to clear your head so you can think.

(If you blame the men click here) (If you blame it on wild animals click here)

#reader insert #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren/reader #kylo x reader #kylo/reader #my writing #dead dove do not eat #last straw

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lurafita · 4 years

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Avenging Santa Claus

Got this prompt some time ago, that I was really rushing to get written before Christmas. I hope you like it!

Original prompt: here

There are Alphas and Omegas, but there is NO gender oppression whatsoever. Children call their Omega parent Mom/Mother/Mommy, and their Alpha parent Dad/Father/Pops, you get it.

Avenging Santa Claus

The shopping mall was a bad place to be at the 21 of December. Christmas songs that were sure to get stuck in your head for hours on end, were blaring everywhere; stressed people were running around in a perpetual sour mood, to get the last of their gift shopping done; the smell of gingerbread was inescapable, and it was crowded enough to make anyone feel claustrophobic.

One had to be absolutely mad to be in such a place, at such a time.

Or married to the most wonderful Omega in the world, who had given him the most precious son in the world, who had used all his four years of experience in being cute, to convince his parents to take him to the mall to see Santa.

Tony and Peter Stark, together with their little son Ben, had been standing in line for a full 45 minutes now. Any attempts made by the billionaire to bribe their way forward, had been met with a reprimanding glare from his husband, and so Tony had grudgingly stopped reaching for his wallet, and instead joined Peter's efforts to answer all of their overly excited son's questions.

“Do you think Santa's sleigh is invisible? I didn't see it in the parking lot. Oh no! What if another car drives into it because they can't see it?!”

“I'm pretty sure he parked his sleigh on the roof, buddy. More space for Rudolph and his friends up there.”

“Those two elves with Santa are so tall, I thought elves were s'pposed to be smaller.”

“Scott lent them some of his tech so that they can help Santa better while they are here.”

“Can Santa's sleigh go faster than you, Daddy?”

“Pft. As if some magical reindeer could-” cue Peter's pointed elbow jabbing him in the ribs. “hrmh, I mean, his reindeer are magic, right? And Santa has to make it all around the world in only one night. So his sleigh could probably out fly Iron Man.”

“How does he get all over the world in one night?”

“Google maps and stardust propulsion.”

“We don't have a chimney! How will Santa get in, Mommy?”

“Don't worry. He has magic portals.”

“Like Dr. Wizard?”

“Yeah, exactly like those. Just that Santa's portals look like snow and ice crystals, instead of Stephen's gold ones.”

“How does Santa know if I have been good? Is he a super spy like auntie Nat?”

“He is the one who trained auntie Nat.”

“Whoa!”

Finally it was Ben's turn, and the four year old didn't hesitate for a second to run up to the sitting Santa Claus and scramble into his lap. Peter and Tony, like all the parents before, waited patiently at the side, as they watched their son tell the bearded man all about every item on his list.

Tony was just happy that they would be out of the place soon, when he caught the deepening frown on Peter's handsome face.

“Something the matter, sweetheart?”

“Ben is reciting his entire wish list.”

“Yeah, so? Isn't that what kids are supposed to do when they meet Chris Kringle?”

But Peter shook his head.

“He said he was gonna tell Santa his super secret Christmas wish first, to make sure he would put it on the top of his list. I was hoping to listen in, so we could get it for him. Unless it's a pony.”

“I mean, it's not like we don't have the space-”

“He is not getting a pony, Tony.”

“Oh my god, that rhymed. I'm gonna have that stuck in my head for the rest of the day now. Pony Tony, Tony pony.”

Peter muffled a laugh, and Tony pat himself on the back for having managed to relax his husband a little bit. While Tony was definitely annoyed by all the smells and noise of the mall, he couldn't imagine how much worse it was on Peter's enhanced senses. The omegan superhero had incredible control over his abilities, but maintaining that in such a stressful environment could not be easy, and even Peter slipped now and then.

He took the shorter man's hand and brought it up to his lips to press a loving kiss to his knuckles.

“You good, Pete?”

“I'm good,” Peter gave him a quick peck to the corner of his lips, then suddenly smirked up at him, “Tony Pony.”

The Alpha smirked right back.

“If this becomes a pet name, I expect you to ride me every time you use it.”

It was astounding, that after 8 years of being in a relationship, 5 of which they have been married, and having a child together, Peter still blushed so prettily whenever Tony mentioned their sex life.

The swift whack to his chest in reprimand was worth seeing his husband so flustered.

“Insatiable.”

Tony smirked wider and winked at the omega.

“You love it. So, how's eavesdropping on our son and the Coca Cola mascot going? I bet Benny wants a cool Iron Man suit like his dad.”

Peter shook his head, eyes locked on their son.

“He hasn't said anything so far that we didn't know about and haven't already gotten him. For the record, I still think you went overboard. No four year old needs that many toys.”

“Ah, come one. I'm allowed to spoil you and Ben on Christmas. It was in our vows.”

This earned him a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“You spoil us all the time.”

The billionaire looked down into the beloved, brown eyes.

“Not nearly enough.”

Tony had never thought of himself as someone so disgustingly mushy and besotted, but Peter just brought it out in him. Peter and Ben. The two most precious people in his life.

God, he was a sap.

He was just about to lean down and give his omega a deep, toe curling kiss, when Ben jumped off Santa's lap and came running up to them.

“Mommy, Daddy, quick, come quick, this way!”

The little boy grabbed both his parents hands and pulled them with him as fast as his short legs could carry him. More than a little surprised, Tony and Peter stumbled along.

“Whoa there, what's up, buddy?”

“Ben, is something wrong?”

When the four year old had dragged his parents a sufficient distance away from the winter wonder land, he released his grip on their hands and turned around to stare at them with big, frantic eyes.

“That Santa has a fake beard, and he doesn't smell like milk and chocolate cookies like he's s'pposed to! He is an inpo.. interpolter... imposter! He must have kidnapped the real Santa! But there won't be Christmas without the real Santa! Quick! You have to call the other Avengers and assemble and save Santa!”

As the two super heroes looked first into the gleaming with unshed tears eyes of their son, and then at each other, only one thought ran through their minds.

Oh boy.

"I'm sorry, you want us to what?"

Tony rolled his eyes heavenward. One would think from Sam's incredulous tone and expression that he was asking something completely ridiculous from his friends.

"Could you please not be so dramatic? All I'm asking is that you all get into gear, get out to the north pole, stage a battle against some kind of evil scoundrel, save Santa Claus in the process, and watch your language while doing it, because Benny will be watching via Friday's live stream. I don't see which part of this you have a problem with."

Unbelievably, this earned him even more disbelieving stares from everyone currently in the living room. (Which was Steve, Sam, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Scott, Bruce Rhodey and Hope. Thor was currently traveling with the Guardians of the galaxy, but had promised to be back by the 25th.)

Steve sighed and rubbed his eyes, as if he was dealing with someone unreasonable... which was just uncalled for.

"Tony, you know we love Ben. But don't you think it would be better to tell him the truth, instead of all these theatrics?"

"Sure I do. But unless you manage to convince Peter of that, we are going to the freaking north pole and save Santa."

Hope's eyes widened in surprise.

"Wait. This is Peter's idea?"

Peter was usually the one to reign in Tony, whenever the genius came up with something completely ridiculous. But Tony only nodded solemnly.

"He said, and I quote: 'My baby is going to believe in the magic that is Christmas and all it encompasses for as long as super-humanly possible. And anyone who so much as breathes a word that might destroy his beliefs before he is ready to let go of them, will find themselves in a web cocoon hanging outside the tower.' End quote. Ben being in a constant state of almost crying ever since he discovered the 'fake' Santa, until Peter finally got him into bed with the promise that the Avengers would free the 'real' Santa as soon as we found out where he is being held captive, certainly didn't help. After that, Pete told me to get you all up to speed, and left for the Sanctum, to see if he could convince Wong and Stephen to help."

This left everyone in a little bit of shock, but far more willing to go along with Tony's request. There were few things scarier than Mama bear Peter.

Rhodey just shook his head, bemoaning the fact that he had chosen to get to the tower early, instead of on Christmas eve, as he had the previous years.

Bucky got up, grumbling about finding warm socks to go play make believe in the fucking arctic.

Scott grinned, trying to entice Hope into building a snow castle and taking pictures for Cassie while they were there.

Clint asked if his kids (the oldest of which was 8 and didn't believe in Santa Claus anymore, but would play along for the younger children's sakes), could watch the stream with Ben, because saving Santa Claus two days before Christmas was sure to get him 'Best Father of the Year' award.

Bruce was questioning whether the Hulk would even be needed for this, which Tony quickly shut down "You know Hulk is Ben's favorite, Brucie. He can't not be there to give Santa's kidnapper hell."

Steve sighed the sigh of the beaten, and went to inform Fury of tomorrows 'mission'. Sam followed as moral support.

Natasha, unflappable super spy that she was, just nodded.

"Well, I guess it's not the worst mission I have been on. I'm in."

Tony crossed his arms over his chest, a self satisfied smile on his lips.

"You better be in. Ben would be very disappointed if his auntie Nat didn't come to her super-spy teacher's rescue."

"... my What?!"

The next day, after Peter had distracted Ben long enough from his worry about Santa to get some breakfast into the boy, Natasha came striding into the room to inform them that they had found the whereabouts of Santa and his kidnapper. Ben gave her a big hug for being the best super-spy (after Santa), in the world. She was smug about it.

Clint followed shortly after with his pregnant wife, fellow four year old daughter and eight year old son. The kids and Laura would join Ben in watching the life stream of the Avengers heroically saving Santa Claus. Lilah was just as anxious as Ben was, Cooper, who had been told about what was going on, just smirked as he watched all the grown ups running around to get ready for their mission.

Scott and Hope had roped teenaged Cassie in to help the highly pregnant Laura keep an eye on the three younger kids (though Cooper would loudly disagree that he needed a babysitter), and help sell the whole thing to Ben and Lilah. (Neither May nor Pepper had been able to change their working schedules on this short notice to lend a helping hand, and Happy had taken his first vacation in forever and fled the cold weather to spend two weeks on a tropical beach)

Both Stephen and Wong (though the older monk would already be waiting for them at the destination) had thankfully been scared into agreed to help the Avengers with their mission, which made getting to the north pole a lot easier.

When Stephen arrived through one of his portals, everyone was fully suited up and ready to go. All the adults quickly hugged the children (Steve even saluted them, the dork), and to the encouraging shouts of "Kick evil butt and save Santa!" (and the barely repressed snickers from Laura, Cooper and Cassie), earth's mightiest heroes stepped through the magical portal into the blazing cold of the north pole.

Antman wrapped his arms around himself immediately.

"Why exactly isn't Santa being held captive in Florida?"

Iron Man and Spiderman quickly looked at each other, a little stunned.

"Oops."

The rescue mission had, unsurprisingly, been a complete success. Wong and Stephen had created some truly fantastical illusions of shadow creatures for the Avengers to fight, and Hulk to smash. (Nothing too scary looking though. Peter would web them up if Ben came out of this with nightmares about dark, red eyed monsters)

Spiderman and Iron Man had then taken on the evil kidnapper himself (One of Stephen's clones, that had been transformed to look like that Pitch Black dude from that pixar movie Ben couldn't get enough of)

It was Natasha who had broken Santa Claus (a magically disguised Wong), from his iron cage not far from the battle field. She had even bowed to her former 'teacher', and teased him about eating too many cookies and losing his edge in his old days. 'Santa' had shook the hands of all of the Avengers and then waved into Iron Man's suit camera to the kids at home, and promised to deliver all their presents on time. He thanked Ben especially, for figuring out his fake doppelganger. Back in the tower's penthouse in New York, little Ben was screeching with joy.

It was six a.m. on the 25th of December, and Tony and Peter Stark were enjoying what would surely be the last few minutes of peace and quiet they would have that day. The team and their assorted friends and family were scheduled to come to the penthouse for Christmas brunch and gift exchanges in a few hours, and Ben was sure to wake up any minute now. Rather than have their overly excited son jump onto their bed to wake them up because "It's Christmas, it's Christmas, wake up wake up wake up!", the two had gotten up a little earlier, had made each other their favorite coffee (dark roast for Tony, and a latte for Peter), and cuddled up together on the couch.

The room was dimly lit, most of the light coming from the brightly and colorfully decorated Christmas tree in the center. It was rather beautiful, and even the early hour couldn't mar the contentment the couple felt right then, lying in each others arms.

"How much time do you think we have left?" Peter asked, taking a sip from his cup.

Tony squeezed the arm he had wound around his husband a bit, and planted a soft kiss on Peter's temple.

"Probably not much longer. I'm actually surprised Ben hasn't-" Which was the exact moment that a joyfully shrill, childish scream echoed through the floor. Tony chuckled. "-woken up yet. You ready, sweetheart."

Peter looked up at his husband with a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Tony."

"Merry Christmas, Peter."

They shared a sweet kiss, just before their little bundle of joy came running into the room.

"Mommy, Daddy, look, look! Santa brought me my super secret wish, even though I didn't get to tell him! Look, look!"

And right there, cradled clumsily in his arms, Ben was holding a little puppy. An actual, life, puppy. As in, tail wagging, tongue lolling, alive. Peter was just able to hide his surprise and pull his son plus wiggling puppy dog into a warm hug.

"That's great, Benny. Do you have a name for him?"

Ben nodded with so much enthusiasm, that the brunette worried for a moment he would get dizzy.

"Imma call him Ninja. Cause Santa got him for me, and Santa taught auntie Nat how to be a super-spy. And Ninja's are like the greatest super-spies."

Tony grinned and scooped up both the four year old and puppy to give Ben a loving hug and ruffle his hair.

"That's a great name, bud. How about you and Ninja take a look at all the gifts lying under the tree, while your mom and I make some breakfast and find something for your dog to eat."

Ben couldn't shimmy out of his father's lap fast enough, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he sat down the puppy and the both of them ran to the large Christmas tree.

"Remember that you can only open one before breakfast, young man."

"Okay!"

Then the two adults quickly got up and walked into the adjacent kitchen. Peter pinned Tony with a scolding look.

"I thought we had decided that Ben is too young for a dog."

Tony scoffed.

"Yes, we did. So why did you get him one?"

Peter faltered.

"I didn't... I thought you did."

But Tony shook his head.

"Not me... Wait. If you didn't get him a dog, and I didn't get him a dog..."

Peter's eyes widened.

"Friday, show us the footage of Ben's room. Who brought in the puppy?"

A small holographic window appeared before the couple, showing Ben sleeping in his bed. Then it looked like little ice crystals glittered in the air, and formed the shape of a tall, slightly round, person. When the glitter disappeared, a man in a red coat, with a white, but rather short beard, and likewise short and white hair was standing before little Ben's bed. He did not have the figure of the classic Santa Claus from the story books. No big, round belly, for one. The clothes fit, and he certainly looked old enough, but he was wearing big sun glasses? (Actually, the man reminded Tony of Hugh Hefner) In his hands was a sleeping little puppy (Ninja), that he carefully deposited next to the sleeping boy. Then the man stepped back from the bed, and closer to the camera in the corner of the ceiling, and looked right into it.

"Thank you, Peter and Tony, for everything you have done for the people of this world. And for working so hard to keep your son's faith alive for a little longer. You know, my friends call me Stan. Merry Christmas."

Then the man (Santa? Stan?) was enveloped in the little ice crystals again, and vanished in the next second. The hologram continued showing a sleeping Ben and an equally sleeping puppy.

Peter gaped.

"Was... was that..."

"Friday? Why the hell didn't you wake us when some stranger entered our son's room?"

"My sensors have not detected any foreign presence in the young masters room. I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about, boss."

Now Tony was gaping.

The sound of their son's happy exclamation when he unpacked one of his many gifts brought both parent's out of their stupor, and they looked first back to Ben, then at each other, still not quite willing to believe what they had just seen.

"... So, Stan, huh? Do you think that puppy is magical?"

Peter couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. Tony joined in soon after.

God how he loved them. His husband and his son. And his (possibly magical) puppy.

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The End

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

(Okay, I know it's still quite a few days until Christmas, but I hope you will all have a wonderful and magical time with all your loved ones!)

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Chapters: 2/9 Fandom: IT Rating: M Warnings: Mention of past child // psychological abuse, Fight Club!au Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh/Ben Hanscom Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, learning to love yourself

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By the time Eddie was 13, he was allergic to peanuts, tree nuts, and several cooking oils. By 15, he had never swum in gym class and never went to a friend’s birthday party or had one of his own. By 16, Eddie knew that he liked looking at boys rather than looking at girls, though that didn’t seem to matter at the time. By 18, he had graduated high school and that was the end of his social life. And by 21, Eddie’s life had been torn to pieces.

He was a victim of Munchausen syndrome by proxy and now left without a mother, without a home, and without a clue. On top of being told he should go to group therapy, his caseworker had also suggested doing something to blow off some steam. Join a book club or go to the gym. Or maybe join a need-to-know based fight club. Either or.

Chapter one found here

They wound up at a diner, just a few blocks down away from the gym.

They sat in a quaint little booth and ordered coffee, though Eddie still wasn’t a fan. He knew the caffeine was something they’d have to get used to, but for now, he still wasn’t really into it. He sipped slowly, for the sake of Beverly and Ben, but other than that, he just continued to open up those little creamer packets and pour them into his mug.

“I just don’t get the point of it,” Eddie admitted after a bit of time. “Why would you want to fight someone? I know professionals do it for money, but unless you’re getting something out of it, what’s the point?”

“It’s a sense of relief,” Ben explained carefully. “A way to relieve stress. You throw a few punches, take a few hits.”

“It’s a way to let off some steam,” Beverly added. “It’s like a hobby! Think about it. Some people listen to music or play an instrument. Some will go to bars and drink or pick up someone to sleep with. Completely relieving yourself from your problems, even if it’s just at that moment.”

Eddie squirmed in his seat, stirring his overtly creamy coffee slowly. “You say that like you’ve done it.” Ben and Beverly exchanged a look, a wide smile coming across both their faces. “Wait. Have you?”

“I’ve dabbled with it before,” Beverly admitted.

“What, did you have a fighting name or something?”

“Fighting name?”

Ben snickered lowly. “He sounds like Richie.”

“This isn’t backyard wrestling where everybody has a made-up persona. That shit is fake. What happens in that basement still exists the next day.”

Eddie glanced at Ben, his facial expression a mix of confusion.

“You get beaten up for real.” He clarified. “You don’t step into that ring unless you’re prepared to face the consequences. Bones can be broken. Ribs can be smashed.”

“Ben nearly put somebody in the hospital one time,” Beverly mentioned like it was the hottest piece of gossip around town.

“I think you’re forgetting that you put someone in the hospital.” Ben fired back, though all Beverly did was shrug, like she was oh so very proud of this fact.

“Does your mom know?” Eddie asked curiously.

“Hell no. Do you think she’d be happy her son was fighting like that?”

“Besides, this shit is all on a need-to-know basis. Only people who fight are people not willing to blab and most people viewing it are there to gamble, so no one there is going to make a fuss about it.”

Eddie leaned back in the booth, still unsure of all of this. In retrospect, he understood and even respected the need to release a little bit of steam, but it all seemed so complicated. Who would want to spend their nights fighting all the time and possibly getting hurt because of it? Wouldn’t a bruise just add on more trouble? Or were the people that confident that they’d walk away unscathed that they wanted to take the chance?

A few days later, Eddie went to the group meeting with Beverly. Bill and Henry were there, both wearing the bruises they had received from the other. Eddie wondered if they would interact at all. He knew they weren’t very chummy outside of the group, but when one commented, the other was quick to retort.

Bill suffered from a stutter and Henry was low enough to mock him on it, even despite the director of the group reminding him that this was meant to be a safe place. A place for healing for them all. Bullying of any kind couldn’t be accepted.

Eddie had been bullied a time or two while in school, but not very often. Although he would have been an easy target, it just wasn’t worth it. He was pathetic enough already, pushing his face down in the dirt would be like adding insult to injury.

He mentioned it to Beverly as they walked back into town. Eddie had work and would be there until closing. Ben worked the morning shift and mentioned to Eddie that he and Beverly would be going back to the basement and wanted to apologize for not including his last time.

It didn’t seem like his sort of thing and truly, Ben hadn’t been wrong. He was still finding it hard to understand why anybody would want to participate in something like that.

“You don’t have to be friends to step inside the ring, but you don’t have to be enemies either,” Beverly told him. “When you’re in there, you could be up against the kid that pushed you in the lockers back in seventh grade or you could be up against your best friend. Anything is possible.”

“Do you get to choose who you fight?”

“If Mike and Stan approve of it. Usually, you have to sweet-talk them. They like to keep it somewhat fair, try to keep everybody in the same weight class, you know?”

“How did this stuff even start?” Eddie asked as they turned the corner.

They stopped outside the grocery store and Eddie moved a few steps away so Beverly could light up her cigarette. He no longer had to worry about the possibility of falling into an asthma attack, so the smell of smoke wasn’t going to kill him. He still knew about the chances of second-hand smoke, so he kept some distance, but he wouldn’t stop her from doing it.

“Mike runs this whole thing,” Beverly told him, going to lean against the glass showing the advertising of the store. “Mike’s dad had set up the boxing ring back when he was a kid and after he died, he didn’t have the heart to tear it down. He figured they’d get some use out of it and suddenly it turned into a weekly thing.”

“When do you usually fight?”

“Not so much anymore.” She said, flicking away the ashes. “Most guys don’t like going up against a woman and not a lot of women like fighting, so only a chosen few will fight me.”

“And you put one of them in the hospital?”

Beverly smiled fondly, taking in a long inhaler and letting the smoke slip through her lips slowly. “Moose Sadler. He was a wannabe tough guy who thought it would be smart to fight a girl because he thought he’d win.”

“And I take it that he lost?”

“Within minutes.” Beverly waved him off, flicking the cigarette onto the ground and using the toe of her boot to stomp it out. “I ended up nearly blinding him. Quite proud of that, to be honest. He hasn’t come back since. I think I might have damaged his pride a bit.”

“That’s pretty impressive, B.”

Beverly did a dramatic curtsy, waving her fingers as she walked off down the street. Eddie waited a few moments before heading into the store, sending Ben off so he could meet up with Beverly and go watch for the night.

Eddie tried not to think of the club. He tried to think of his routine and stick with it. He had a meeting with his caseworker a few days later, who asked if he liked the placement thus far. He had no real complaints and asked if his mother had been told where he was relocated. Due to the restraining order, she wasn’t allowed any contact with him.

It was for Eddie’s benefit. She had brainwashed him to the point of him nearly developing Stockholm syndrome. He was forced to believe he needed her or else he would die, making the adjustment period far harder on Eddie.

He didn’t like to think his mother still had a hold on him. He didn’t want to imagine himself unable to cope in everyday society just like she told him he wouldn’t.

He wanted to be stronger; wanted to point out that he was better than that. Better than what everybody thought he would be. And that meant making sure the caseworker knew he was thriving, even if he wasn’t.

He was surviving and that was fine. That was all that mattered at that point.

Eddie wasted another week just going along to his routine. Work, and cleaning, and cooking. Sitting and watching TV with Mrs. Hanscom. Sometimes she would show him a few photo albums that featured her late husband and son. Eddie’s mother never took pictures of him. He didn’t know why. Maybe they couldn’t afford a camera due to all the medical bills that continued to pile up.

She stopped a few pages in, pointing to a picture of Ben when he was just a toddler, sitting in a sandbox. Beside him was another little boy. With tan skin and dark hair.

“That’s you.” Mrs. Hanscom mentioned lovingly. “You were about three hear. Oh, your father used to let you play in the sandbox for hours. Benny would build the sandcastles and you would knock them down.”

Eddie couldn’t imagine his mother ever allowing him to get his hands dirty like that. His backyard at home was very bland and boring. No pool, or sandbox, or even a swing or slide. It was just dead grass and a dirty fence.

Mrs. Hanscom promised to find more pictures for him to look at, of himself as a child and possibly some of his father when he and her husband were kids.

He liked filing through the pictures, seeing all the memories this small family shared. He found himself just a little bit envious. He wondered if he would have a similar fate had his father not died. Would he have been able to stop all of this, maybe even prevent it from happening to begin with?

Eddie didn’t like to think of what could have been. About the alternate realities of what his life would have been like had his mom not been such an over a caring person.

He went to the group therapy with Beverly, speaking up no more than he had the previous times he had been there. It was going on about two months now and while he spoke if spoken to, he also didn’t put himself out there any more than he felt he needed to.

He didn’t want to bother. If someone was going through something, he didn’t want to waste time talking about whatever he was feeling. Some people needed the spotlight more than others and he was fine with that.

It was a few days later that Eddie decided to go along with Beverly and Bento Mike’s farm. Beverly had mentioned that Ben would be fighting and he was curious to see how it would go down. Ben was a fit guy and seemed to know what he was doing in the gym. He wondered if that translated well over inside the ring.

Back outside, trying his best to ignore the smell of the musky air and sheep, he stood by Beverly and Ben, waiting for it to start. Four fights were to go on and it seemed Ben would be going late.

They had to wait a while since there were no time limits on fights. Mike tried to make them stop around the half-hour mark since they were burning the night away and everybody had to go to work the next morning, but Beverly had mentioned that sometimes they would drag out longer than that if the fight was just that good.

The first to go was Bill again, going up against Mike for a chance. It seemed now and then he’d jump in the ring and throw hands if he was up for it. He destroyed Bill, leaving him with a bruised eye and fat lip.

After that, it was Criss and Huggins again, and that went on longer than anybody cared for. Eventually, Stanley demanded that they either OK each other or forfeit because they had other things to focus on.

After them, it was Hotchsetter against Bowers and that was also strained out, but enough blood had been shed for it to be enjoyable.

Ben was the last night of the night and he was up against someone named Tozier. The latter came bouncing in the ring, shadowboxing as he waited for Ben to join him.

“Don’t get too scratched up this time,” Beverly said, pushing his hair back.

“Gonna kiss my wounds if I do?” He asked playfully, pulling his shirt off and handing it over to her.

Beverly took it, a thin smile playing across her face. “Not even if you ask nicely.”

As far as Eddie knew, they were nothing more than friends, but you didn’t need a telescope to see how much Ben liked Beverly. They were best friends and had been for some time. Ben had been there for Beverly when everything went down with her dad and supported her to move in with her aunt.

Beverly had never mentioned whether or not she felt the same, but now and then Eddie would catch her glancing at him and there would be something in her eye that he hadn’t been able to describe.

His mom never read romance novels. She didn’t like smut and if they hadn’t been biologically related, Eddie would have thought she found sex to be revolting in general. However, the internet is a wide place and he had been able to track down a few things during his secret internet time.

The eyes were meant to be the windows of our souls, so the way you used them was very important. Eddie may not have known the words to describe the way Beverly would watch Ben, but he knew it meant something.

Ben climbed into the ring, smiling politely as the Tozier guy circled him like a shark. He had the same headband again though this time a pair of insanely bright colored shorts.

Stan counted them in and within a flash, Tozier tackled Ben to the ground, launching his lanky body against him in a matter of seconds. He wondered if that was against the rules, but he remembered that there were no rules.

No outside objects. Stops when they say stop. Any hits after stopping is a cause for banning. Other than that, it was pretty much a free game.

Ben wasn’t bothered by the sudden attack and swiftly rolled them over, pushing himself off Tozier and jumping back to his feet. They danced around one another, making it obvious that this was something they had done before. Tozier was always up for the element of surprise, but Ben was more graceful than that.

Tozier got a few kicks in and even knocked Ben onto his knees, but it was Ben that won in the end. He got Tozier down and with a couple of pops to the face with his elbow, blood-splattered and Tozier was down for longer than three seconds.

Mike called it and Ben was pronounced the winner. He helped Tozier up, sending him off to clear himself up as he went back to Beverly to collect his shirt.

Since the only people who made any money on this was Stan and those who made their bets, there was no reason to stick around afterward. They were making their way back to the car, they were approached by a still bloody Tozier.

Eddie thought for a moment this would take a dark turn, but instead, Tozier was there for a high five and some overzealous compliments.

“One day you’re gonna have to teach me those moves!” He prompted.

Bev, going into her clutch, pulled out a makeup wipe and moved in to wipe away the blood that had flowed from Tozier’s face.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you to wipe your mouth?”

Tozier jutted his chin out, allowing Beverly to clean him up easily. “Nope!” He replied cheerfully. “Are you guys getting food. Do you wanna get food?”

“Did you lose any teeth?” Ben questioned.

“Nah, you got me on my nose.” He mentioned, popping his lips to show that they were still in fact. “Come on, I’m buying!”

“We’ll meet you there,” Ben promised, watching as Beverly shoved him away. Tozier hurried off into the darkness, leaving the three of them to get back inside Richie’s car.

“So where is ‘there’ exactly?”

There turned out to be the diner, the same as the first time Eddie had done with them to the farm. When they arrived, Tozier was already there, with Mike and Stan in the bunch. Bill followed soon after and they all squeezed into the far off table.

Eddie sat quietly, sitting next to Beverly, pushed into the corner so he was the farthest from everybody. They ordered cheese fries, tots, and chicken fingers. They had ice cream floats and a bunch of other greasy snacks and delicious sweets to share.

Tozier plopped down in front of him, tossing a cheese-covered fry into his mouth. His nose was a bit swollen and his glasses were finally back onto his face. He still had the headband on, but it was pushed up a bit more, making his hair look a bit fluffier than it had been in the ring.

“Sup.”

“Hi,” Eddie replied tentatively, keeping his eyes on his plate where he had been tearing up the pieces of chicken.

“Your Ben’s little brother, right?”

Eddie did look up, his brow caving as he frowned. “I’m sorry?”

“You’re his foster brother, ain'tcha?”

“I’m not . . . I’m not a foster kid. He’s my cousin.”

“But the Hanscom’s are your foster family, so he’s your foster brother? His mom is your foster mom?”

Eddie didn’t know what to say. He thought about running, but it felt somewhat pointless. “Sure.” He answered.

“Cool, cool, cool. Did you like our fight?”

His brows raised this time, in confusion and surprise. “Did I like it?”

“Yeah! Beverly is always rooting for Ben, so I was hoping I could have a cutie in my corner cheering me on.”

Eddie didn’t respond. He just stared, taken back by the boldness that was this man. Beverly was quick to the rescue, shooing Tozier away by throwing a handful of tots at him.

“That’s wasting food, Marsh! There are starving children in Africa!”

“And yet here you are, eating it up and bothering Eddie in the process.”

“I’m just talking!” He insisted, holding his hands up in defense. “Are you ever gonna jump in the ring, little man?”

“Can you knock it off with the little shit?” Eddie snapped. “I’m of average height. Not everybody can be a fucking giant.”

“I’m just saying. If you want some tips, I’m happy to give you some pointers.”

“Eddie doesn’t want your tip, Richie.”

“Oh! Marsh gets off with a good one. Gonna let Benny get off too?”

Another handful was thrown in his face, though this time Richie did catch a few. He slipped away, proud of his antagonizing as he went over to the other end of the table.

“Don’t let him bother you. He’s smart, but he’s a moron.”

“It’s fine,” Eddie reassured, wiping his hands on his napkin.

Eddie didn’t know if the flirting was intentional or if Tozier, or Richie, whatever he was called, was just saying it to mess with him. He just continued to break up his chicken tenders, taking tiny bites of the breading. His mother, despite being overweight herself, rarely fed him anything with real substance. All his chicken was grilled and bland; no sauce or seasoning. Nothing fried or covered in dressing. It was something he had to get used to, the extra flavor added to every meal.

Richie was true to his word and paid for everything, handing his hand over to the waitress before she could even put the bill down and tossed a few dollars down for a tip. Now that Eddie was working, he had some money of his own. He spent it on lunch any time he and Ben decided to grab some food during their breaks, or flowers for Mrs. Hanscom on days he just wanted to do something nice.

He didn’t splurge on anything for himself. He didn’t need anything anyway.

But he was ready to pay his fair share for the meal, but it seemed Richie already took care of it. He tried to offer him some cash, holding a ten out to him outside the diner, but the shaggy-haired man rebuffed him.

“Keep it. Buy yourself something nice.” Richie told him, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

“You didn’t have to buy everyone’s dinner.”

“I lost, dude. It’s fair and square.” He shrugged, unfazed.

Eddie wondered if he did this often. Buy dinner for every time he had his ass kicked. There were seven of them eating and drinking, and even if they had just bought appetizers, he was sure the prices racked up quickly. Did he work often enough to be able to afford that? Eddie didn’t want to ask, he didn’t want to be too forward.

Beverly called for him, waving him off in the direction of Ben’s car. Richie gave a small salute before heading off into the darkness of the parking lot. Eddie waited a moment before leaving too.

#Reddie #Reddie!au #Richie Tozier #Eddie Kaspbrak #It #IT AU #no clown au #Fight Club #Fight Club AU

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May Angel Fish Awards

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE IN THE POND CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. While the Pond was founded to support the Guppies, everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that by opening this up as a Pond wide system, we’ll be able to share the love as far as it can go.

NOTE: WE’VE BEEN HAVING OCCASIONAL PROBLEMS WITH ASKS GOING MISSING. Please use the Submit button when submitting your nominations and make sure you’re signed into Tumblr or your URL won’t show. (If the form asks for your name and email address, then you’re not signed in.) If you like, you can also send a message to Michelle or Mana to check and make sure we got your submission.

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE MAY’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

The Things We Don’t Believe In by @thecleverdame

This series has more drama than a soap opera! It’s an ABO Sam AU where the Winchesters own a huge company and are stupidly rich. Then Sam meets his true mate, who is working at a grungy bar as a bartender. Worlds collide, and not in a good way! This is a great story well told and everyone should read it!

What Lies Beneath by @thewhiterabbit42

It took me through most of my first reading of this one shot to figure out what’s going on (because I’m slow on the uptake, sometimes), but once I did... WOW! I had to go back and read it all again to appreciate it! No spoilers, but this is an awesome idea well executed and everyone should read it!!

On My Mind by @girl-next-door-writes

This is SO CUTE!! I love me some flustered Sam, and this is cute, flustered Sam at his best. So freaking adorable!

Nominated by @risingphoenix761

Blood in Bed by @slytherkins

There aren’t nearly enough Drowley fics out there, and this one hasn’t gotten nearly the attention it deserves. Tara has a gift for snark, which is a must-have for writing Crowley, and she nails demon!Dean with smug, cocky finesse. A nice, cheeky, angsty look into what could have happened while they were howling at the moon, and an appropriately moody ending. I love the banter. I love the pining. I need more people to read this!

Just a Bug by @impala-dreamer

This was a surprise, even with what I’ve come to expect from Beka. It’s short and sweet with a shot of blech and so fluffy. So fluffy!!

When In Rome by @slytherkins

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: there aren’t enough Drowley fics to be had. Which makes this one twice as satisfying! Tara nails Crowley being Crowley and it’s glorious, but what really blew me away here was Dean. Holy smokes! I didn’t know whether I wanted him to keep fighting or give in, his perception was so well handled. It would have been very easy to get something wrong with his character here, but that never happened. And read the warnings for sure… This one’s DARK.

Nominated by @emilyshurley

Dear Dean by @purpleskiesandcherrypies

I don’t have enough words to describe how much I adore this fic. At first i wasn’t sure if I would like a WWII story but I fell in love with how cute Bambi and Dean are together.

Nominated by @manawhaat

Dear Readers (drabble) by @atc74

THESE. WORDS. ARE. SO. IMPORTANT.

This is not only a very believable letter to readers from Journalist!Jared, but it’s also something so JARED in character. The message, the sentiment, the way he’s so open with the fandom, how encouraging he is...all of that incredible shit that Jared is is echoed in this letter. It’s so well done and so beautifully honest. The message in this is so important, and I really hope that it can be shared so people can see it.

Lost In The World (drabble) by @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish

This is short and sweet and meaningful. Dad!Dean is always a thing that tugs at my heart strings, and the kind of hope and strength he portrays in this, even if it’s quiet and coupled with worry and uncertainty, is so Dean and so important for people struggling with mental illness. Finding hope, solace, and comfort in fanfiction is a powerful thing, and that light and support shines through in this sweet little gem!

Insomnia (oneshot) by @rowdyhooliganism

This is one of the sexiest Benny fics, hell, one of THE sexiest fics I’ve read in a while. There’s wit and sass and an undeniable pull and tension between them. The heightened vamp senses and the way they play into this kills me. I’m a sucker for a big fucker and the way Benny is portrayed in this really showcases the big brute’s size. Seriously, it’s just fucking good so go read it okay?

Tell Sam (oneshot) by @kittenofdoomage

I’m a slut for dubcon, for rough!Winchesters, and this portrayal of purgatory!Dean really fucking delivers on so many levels. Rhi’s characterization is spot on, as always, and it all feels so dangerous and gritty. It’s painful and scary and heartbreaking and riveting and makes you feel guilty for wanting it so badly.

Nominated by @fictionalabyss

The Broom Is Not A Toy by @sorenmarie87

When the idea for it hit me, I was so happy to hand it off to her and see what she could do, and she didn’t disappoint with it. Adorable panda cubs refusing to let Dean just do his work? perfect. I really want to join in on the panda habitat fun now.

Love Shouldn’t Hurt by @sorenmarie87

HEED THE WARNINGS. It’s a tough subject, the likes of which we don’t normally see from Dawn, but she did great with it. I had the pleasure of being her beta for this piece, and it not only came out fantastic, but really shows her growth as a writer.

You’re Mine by @coffee-obsessed-writer

I happened across this one this morning and damn near died. It’s so well written and I’ve never wanted a dom!Jensen more in my life.

Nominated by @wi-deangirl77

Standing Here by @plaidstiel-wormstache

I want to nominate this fic by @plaidstiel-wormstache because she does something wonderful with the age old trope of someone pining for the person they can’t seem to have. It’s brilliantly written and incorporates the perfect song to encapsulate the theme of the fic. It’s all the angst, but it’s beautiful angst.

Nominated by @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish

His Property (series) by @negans-lucille-tblr

What can I say about this story other than it’s freaking amazing?! I binged the first five chapters before I got added to the tag list and as I said AMAZING! Love the way the characters are being written and the change in POVs is being handled beautifully! Keep up the fantastic work and I can’t wait to see where this story goes!

House of the Rising Sun (series) by @kittenofdoomage

Oh. My. Gosh. What can I say about this story except that I will be rereading it and reblogging it to explain just how much I love it. The first time I read it I truly forgot to hit reblog (because I am a horrible person) but I was so lost in the story and the intricate world that had been woven by dark queen Rhi that the real world kind of escaped me. Please accept my most humble apologies.

Check and Mate by @kittenofdoomage

WOW! I’ve been on a dark!Sam kick lately so this story is perfection!! I loved everything about it, I don’t even think I could narrow it down to a favorite part, although, “bathe in the rivers of destruction” is a brilliant line!

Outside the Iron by @kittenofdoomage

As I told Rhi “who gave you the right to give me this many feels?! I am not ok and was not expecting to feel this much so early in the morning, so, ya, thanks for that. But really, that was a freaking **work of art** and I loved every word of it! She is a freaking genius writer and everything she writes gives me some kind of feels.

Bed of Roses (series) by @crispychrissy

What doesn’t this fic have? mob fic (a personal favorite of mine)? check. most genres of fan fic? check. a kick butt reader that I dream of being? check. spot on characterization? check. Basically a recipe for an amazing story, which it is!

You’re Mine by @coffee-obsessed-writer

This was so good in oh so many ways! Love me some Dom!Jensen and this story is great as a stand alone or a great intro to a (mini) series. Not sure what the author has in mind but I am happy either way.

The Mobster’s Girl (series) by @fictionalabyss

I have been following this series for a long time and have loved seeing the journey of the reader and Sam, both separately and together. I think my personal favorite would be the original Mobster’s Girl set, seeing Sam try to win her over, and then eventually just exert himself as the mobster he is was fantastic.

Songs of a Caged Bird by @manawhaat

I love a good twisted Winchesters story and Mana did a fan-freakin-tastic job of portraying the boys as twisted while still keeping them in character. Her portrayal of them just felt so spot on to me and I just adore this fic!

The Moonlight ‘Verse (series) by @thecleverdame [link is to George’s masterlist where you can find the links to all of the parts)

So many good stories in this 'verse but A History of Violence Parts 1 & 2 are my two favorites because everybody gets a little bit sassy and that’s always fun! The characters and the settings are very well written and I enjoy reading anything written by George!

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

As with the BFAs, these are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

#spn fic rec #afas #angel fish awards #afa masterlist #fic rec #spn #supernatural #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural fanfic #spn fan fiction #supernatural fan fiction

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This Life Chapter 2

Title: This Life Chapter 2

Summary: Dean Winchester is the Vice President of the motorcycle club The Hunters. After almost 7 years in prison, he's free. But things have changed and Dean has to figure out how to put things back together.

Warnings: Language mainly

AN: Still sending out lots of thanks to my beta @callme-kaz2y5-baby !!

Song for this chapter: Home Sweet Home by Motley Crue

“What’s going on?” Dean asked. “Where’s Sammy?” Dean looked around at everyone. Garth, Benny, Bobby, even Cas Novak. But none of them were talking. “He...he wasn’t killed too...was he?” Dean asked. Instead of answering, Bobby just laid a newspaper in front of Dean.

The Stanford Daily.

Dean picked up the paper and looked at the picture on the headline. A charred up apartment building. It looked like a beast of fire just took a bite off the end of the building. Then Dean read the article.

A fire broke out at an apartment building near St. Clair Gardens. Severe structural damage was reported and one victim has been identified. Jessica Moore, 21, of Hanford. No word yet on the cause of the fire or if there are other victims.

“Jessica Moore. Why does that name sound familiar?” Dean asked.

“Jessica was Sam’s girlfriend.” Cas told Dean. Dean looked at Cas, then back at the paper.

“Is...is Sammy…”

“We don’t think so.” Benny said. “One victim was found. That was Jessica.”

“Then he should be home, right?” Dean asked. Bobby sighed.

“Dean, there were reports that the Horsemen were in Palo Alto the night that the fire happened.” Bobby told him. Dean gripped the newspaper then, growling slightly.

“I want all those bastards dead then. All of them.” Dean stated matter of factly.

“We’re getting there.” Bobby told Dean. “But right now, we’re just glad that you’re home.”

“Yeah, me too. Just this new freedom comes with conditions.” Dean sighed, leaning his head back against the back of the chair.

“I know. A lot of us have been there, done that.” Cas laughed. There was a knock on the door then. “Oh, I bet I know who that is.”

“Did you guys get me a stripper?” Dean asked.

“Damn, that’s what we forgot.” Benny laughed. He opened the door to show a scrawny boy standing there, holding a box of good smelling food.

“Traffic was shit.” He said, walking into the meeting room. “But I got everything on your list.” Dean looked the kid up and down. He was wearing the black vest like the rest of them, but his just had the prospect patch. The new kid.

“What’s his name?” Dean asked anyone in the room. Benny elbowed the kid in the side as he took the box from him.

“Uh, I’m Kevin. Kevin Tran.” He said. Dean smirked.

“Guys should’ve got me a stripper. Kid looks like an honor student! How old are you anyway?”

“Eighteen.” Kevin said, his voice cracking some. Dean just kept smiling.

“Well, good work Honor Student.” Dean said. “My favorite place?”

“Nothing but the best for you.” Garth joked. Dean smiled and dug into the thick burger from his favorite place. Kevin stood there awkwardly for a second before making his way out of the room.

“God, this is the best burger I’ve had in awhile.” Dean said, closing his eyes and smiling.

“Well, I think this might make it better.” Bobby said as he laid a patch down in front of Dean. Dean set down his burger and picked it up.

President.

“Bobby…” Dean said. “No.”

“No?” Bobby asked. “But…”

“I think this would look better on your vest than mine right now.” Dean said. “I mean, you and dad did make this club together. It seems right that you have it for now.” He handed the patch back to Bobby.

“Well, in that case…” Bobby pulled out a knife from his pocket and flicked it open. He cut the threads of the Vice President patch and handed it to Dean. “I think that this would be a better fit for you then.”

When Dean had went to prison, John was the president, Bobby was the vice president. That was how it had been ever since Dean joined. That’s how it had been since the beginning. While it was strange to see Bobby sitting at the head of the table instead of John, it was meant to be. It was a better fit than having Dean up there right now anyway.

The conversation flowed easy and before Dean knew it, it was night. Ellen was closing up the office while Jo finished up the cleaning. Dean made his way out of the meeting room and smiled at Ellen when he saw her, sipping on a glass of whiskey in the bar.

“Hello there.” He said, taking up the barstool by her. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Well, now I see why Jo was so excited this afternoon.” Ellen said with a tight smile. “I thought you weren’t getting out for awhile.”

“Got lucky I guess.” Dean gave her his signature grin. Ellen reached over the bar and grabbed another glass and the bottle of whiskey she had been nursing. She poured Dean a glass. “How are you holding up?”

“Fine I guess.” She said with a bit of a shrug. “Life goes on.” Dean rested a hand on her shoulder, and when she didn’t shrug him off, he figured it was a good sign. “I kept your apartment clean. I didn’t go through anything, except the fridge to get rid of anything that was expired or moldy.”

“Oh no, you got rid of Señor Smelly Fish in the back of the fridge?” Dean asked, playing fake hurt. Ellen laughed a little. Something she hadn’t done in awhile.

“Don’t worry. I replaced him with Ms. Odor Remover. Part of the baking soda family.” She teased back. Garth, Cas, Benny, and Bobby stood in the doorway of the meeting room. Dean just had the aura that could lighten people’s days. But, on the other side of that coin, he could be your worst nightmare if he was given the chance. A lot of the guys over the years had seen Dean pissed off. He could be very hot headed when he was pushed one too many times.

“Well, if Dean and Ellen are out here drinking, I think we should all!” Cas declared, going around the bar and grabbing a bottle lifting it in the air. Benny and Garth cheered out. They had been ready for a beer all day. They were about to let the booze flow when the doors opened and two guys made their way in.

“Well damn, I think we missed the party.” One said with a laugh. Dean looked over and his smile widened.

“Caleb!” He said. “And Jim!”

“Hey there kiddo.” Caleb Reeves said, grabbing Dean into a headlock and giving Dean a noogie.

“We were hoping we’d be back in time before you got out, but it doesn’t look like luck was on our side.” Jim Murphy laughed. Caleb let go of Dean and took up one of the stools.

“Where were you guys?” Dean asked.

“Palo Alto.” Jim said, heading over towards Bobby. “Bobby sent us out there.”

“What did you guys find?” Bobby asked. Caleb shrugged.

“Shit.” Caleb said. “No hide nor hair of little Sam.” Bobby cringed a little and Caleb looked over at Dean before looking back at Bobby. “He knows right?”

“Yeah, I do.” Dean looked over at Bobby for some answers.

“When Sam stopped answering calls and texts, I had Ash do some digging. He found the newspaper article for us. After that and a little research on this side, I asked for volunteers to head out to California and check for us. We couldn’t let everyone go, so I asked Caleb and Jim to do it, since they’ve known the kid the longest.” Bobby explained.

“And you guys found nothing?” Dean asked.

“Sorry Dean.” Jim said, patting his arm. “We tore that town apart.”

“Yeah, and got a little attention from a new club out there I guess.” Caleb added. Bobby looked over at him.

“New club?” He asked. “What new club?”

“Oh, just this club based out of LA or something. They think they’re tough shit but they sent one little punk to tell us to back off.” Caleb shrugged. “Nothing Jim and I couldn’t handle.”

“That might have been some good information to share.” Cas pointed out, taking a drink of his whiskey. Dean set quietly off to the side while the rest of them chatted away. It was nice being home, but things had changed so much in the time that he had been gone. Out of the original five; John, Bill, Bobby, Caleb, and Jim, only three were left. And as far as Dean knew, he was the only Winchester left. Sam ran off to get away from the club life, but the club life might have done him in.

“Dean-o.” Garth said. “Why aren’t you the life of the party?”

“I think I’m just gonna call it a night.” Dean answered. “It’s been a long day. Kinda miss my bed.”

“Go on then.” Bobby laughed. “Get rested up. Tomorrow you can get back to work.” Dean smiled and stood up, letting himself stretch.

“Thanks guys. For everything.” He big his farewells then headed out to the parking lot. He could see Jo trying to chat up the prospect, but the poor kid acted like he didn’t know how to talk to girls. Dean just shook his head and headed back to his apartment, right over the only sports bar in Wolfpine. For the most part, even during a rowdy game or fight, it was still pretty quiet.

Walking inside, it felt different. The first thing that greeted him was a picture of his family on the wall. Taken years prior, before prison and death and the whole nine yards. The quiet of the apartment as Dean went through, assessing what Ellen had done, was a little too much to bear. And as he stood in the shower, water and soap washing over his back tattoo that he got the year after he patched, a lightbulb went off in his head.

He was going to Palo Alto.

He was going to find Sam himself.

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