#she’s like ‘thank you so so much ellen i’m so sorry for putting you out; i’ll pay you’ and like. here’s where i will freely admit that i was

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Violent Delights Have Violent Ends - Part 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

TW: Serial killers, murders, blood, referencing to infidelity, descriptions of dead bodies, bugs

A/N: Enjoy part 2 babes!!!!

Part 1

The worst part about a crime scene was not seeing the dead bodies, it was smelling them as soon as you entered the house. However, seeing them was not exactly great either. 

This would have been much better advice than Derek telling you seeing a dead body for the first time can be a bit freaky. 

You don’t really know why you agreed to go to the crime scene, but God did you fucking regret it now. Your eyes were starting to water and your hands were ever so slightly shaking. It was clear to you that all the profilers around you knew what you felt. Even if you were hard to read, they would have known just by the way you stopped talking. 

Hotch gently put his hand on your arm, causing you to jump slightly and give him a small smile. He led you both to the kitchen to sit down for a moment, giving you a moment away from the whole scene. 

Looking at the pictures was so different than seeing it in person. Someone actually dipped their hand in the neck of someone else and wrote on the wall in their blood. And they were cold and calculated enough to put gloves on first so there was no DNA left behind. Fucking psychopath. 

“Y/n?” 

You looked up from your hands and let out a curt laugh when a tear fell down your cheek. “Shit. Sorry.” Quickly wiping it away, you looked back down at your hands. “Sorry, I just….”

“It’s a lot.” 

“Why–why do you need me here Hotch.”

He nodded and looked back at the living room. “Because we have a feeling the way he’s positioning the bodies might help us figure something else out, and you are our resident expert.” 

“Don’t let Reid hear you say that. He might just have an aneurysm.” You muttered, a small smile on your face. 

It got Hotch to smile in response. “He knows that you know more about this than him. Don’t worry. Can you get back in there or would you like us to take pictures and send them to you?” 

You shook your head and stood up. “I’m fine. Just an initial shock I guess. Thank you, Hotch.” 

The two of you walked back into the living room, and you were still grateful that you decided to forgo lunch, not giving your stomach any ammo in case it decided to evacuate your body. 

The scene was gruesome. The wife’s body was lying on the floor in front of the fireplace arms above her head as if she was lifting something. Her blonde hair had been stained red, almost purposefully with blood, and braided into two long braids that came down the front of her chest. The only indication of any blood on her body, besides the gaping wound on her neck, was that the palms of her hands were coated in now-dried blood. 

“It’s um.” You closed your eyes for a second. “It’s John Singer Sargent.” 

“The famous painter?” Spencer turned to look at you from across the room where he had been talking to Prentiss. 

You nodded. “His, uh. Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth, where she um, lifts the crown onto her head…It’s massive, like seven feet tall, four feet wide, at the Tate Britain in London.” 

“What does this have to do with her.” Derek gestured to the corpse on the floor. Spencer, who noted that you really couldn’t take your eyes off of the body, pulled out his phone and quickly found the painting you were referencing. 

“Oh wow,” Morgan muttered. “He even dressed her in the same shade of green…”

“It’s one of the most famous portrayals of Lady Macbeth out there. Her dress was decorated with….” Your eyes widened. 

“With what.” Hotch walked over to you and looked between you and the body, and then over to Spencer. “What was her dress decorated with.” 

Spencer quickly made his way over to you and kneeled next to the wife. “Oh my god.” 

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Derek crossed his arms, unamused by the lack of information being spread around. 

“Beetles. Ellen Terry’s dress was decorated with the wings of beetles.” You spoke up.  _________________________________________________________

Spencer had volunteered to drive you back to the station so that you could look at the actual bodies of the previous victims to see if you could find more details that they had missed. 

“This one, Spencer, she’s uh…” You bit your lip, looking at the first set of victims. “This was the Romeo and Juliet one right? Because she’s draped on top of him like every production and painting of Romeo and Juliet I’ve ever seen. If we have to go specifics then I would say probably “The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets” by Leighton. And the um…” You placed that image down and hunted for another one. 

“And this one is the Hamlet one since she’s positioned exactly like Ophelia in Sir John Everett Milais’ painting. The Pre-Raphelite one with all the flowers. Look at the sheet the unsub placed her on, it’s completely floral, and did the autopsy come back saying she had drowned, or was drowned and then resuscitated or something?” 

Spencer nodded. He was honestly in awe of you. The way you reset your head when you left the crime scene. The urgency you had developed. The sheer breadth of knowledge you possessed just continued to make him fall head first for you. Not that he could ever do anything about it since you lived in London half of the time, and he was always traveling around the US with no sort of set schedule. 

“And…uh, where is it.” 

“What are you looking for?” 

“The one with the, uh, um. What the fuck was that guy’s name?” 

Spencer looked at you with a furrowed brow. “Are you talking about Caesar?” 

“YES. God. I always forget his name. Portia. She swallowed hot coals to kill herself right? But in the picture…” You pulled the photo out of the depths of the pile. “There’s a wound on the wife’s leg. Her cause of death was bleeding out, right? With the way she’s draped on the bed, and her husband is in the other room, it’s not the show. I think it’s the baroque piece of Portia by, uh, um…oh shit what was her name….” 

Watching you work literally made Spencer’s heart want to bleed. He would actually propose to you on the spot if it wasn’t an extremely insensitive time to do so, and also you weren’t even dating. It was baffling to him that he had only known you for three days.

“Elisabetta Sirani!” You pulled out your phone and looked up the picture, and lo and behold, it matched the body. 

“I think that it’s an art student, or someone heavily involved in art. Some of these are famous paintings, sure, but others? There’s a history there Spence. I only know these paintings because of my Ph.D. Sirani is not as common an artist as she should be.”

He sputtered at the nickname but quickly recovered. “I’ll call Hotch and let him know.” 

You smiled at him and he smiled right back at you. 

There was too long of a pause. It shouldn’t have happened at all really. But the sheriff knocked on the door, misinterpreting the stare for something more aggressive. “I don’t mean to break up whatever yelling session is about to happen, but the autopsy report came back…those were real wings.”

You looked back over at Spencer. “Tell him to get the team back. You guys need to give the profile.”  _____________________________________________________________

“I just don’t understand where someone even gets that many beetle wings. It’s not like you can order them online and have them shipped to your house.” 

“That tells you how premeditated this was then.” 

“Woman, where have you been all our lives.” 

You laughed and Derek smiled over at you. 

“No, seriously Y/n. I never thought Art history could be so…”

“Violent?” You guessed, smirking slightly and shaking her head. “There’s a painting I think yo should look up Derek. Well a few of them—Saturn Devouring His Son by Goya is a favorite of mine, and then Judith Beheading Holofernes by Virmiglio has a shit ton of blood in it…or if you want some heartbreak, I am personally fond of Caleron’s Broken Vows, or anything portraying the Kiss of Franchesca and Paulo.” 

“I just don’t get how you can store all of this in your head.” Derek pulled up to the college campus and flashed his badge at the campus security, who let him through the gate. 

“Well, I don’t know how to take apart a gun, and then put it back together, let alone fire it. We all have our different skills.” 

This caused Derek to laugh. “Touche.” 

The two of you pulled up to the building with the offices of the Art History faculty and looked around the campus. “This is a massive campus, Derek. I’m pretty sure they have an MA and a Ph.D. in Art History beyond undergrad…”

“Believe it or not, this is not our first murderous college student case.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Great. It’s good to know the youth of America are doing alright.” 

That caused Derek to crack a smile. “Well. Let’s go find this professor and see what we can find out.”  

The trek across campus brought you back to your college days. It was kind of nice to see that kids still hung out on the lawns and with one another, not just staring at their phones and laptops all of the time. 

The both of you made your way up to the stairs of this slightly blocky building. It felt a bit like a museum with the amount of artifacts that they kept on the first and second floors, but as you walked through the fifth floor offices, your face started to fall. 

“Derek what was the name of the professor we were supposed to talk to?” You whispered, slowly moving to a stop. 

He turned and looked at you. “uh…Doctor Kolek, why?” 

You pointed to the door you stopped in front of. 

It was slightly ajar and looked as if the lock had been busted. Morgan quickly, pulled out his gun and shoved you behind him, calling out the woman’s name as you both held your breath. 

When there was no response, Derek slowly pushed the door open. Her office was a wreck, as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. Papers were scattered, there were frames on the floor, and a dent in the wall as if someone had tried to throw something at someone. You called out the woman’s name again, only to gasp. Derek turned and faced the same way you were looking. 

Doctor Kolek was face down on the floor. There was no blood around her, and the room didn’t smell like death, so that was a good sign, but she was clearly unconscious. Derek quickly rolled her over and checked for her vitals. 

“She’s still breathing. Call a medic.” 

You scrambled to pull out your phone, dialing 911. 

#x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid angst #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid fluff #dr spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x self insert #Spencer reid x y/n angst #Dr Spencer reid x dr!reader

[mack-devereaux]

Hey princess

Jack Hughes x Y/N

a/n: Why am I such a hopeless romantic 🤦🏼‍♀️ Picture is from Pinterest, also I have no clue how to run this app. Word count? Idk

Enjoy!

Little 6 year old Jack Hughes was trudging through the doors of the local hockey arena for practice. His mom and two brothers right ahead of him. As they got to the bleachers to set their bags down they prepared to go onto the ice until they noticed a few little girls twirling and skating around.

Jacks face scrunched up “mom what are they doing? This is a hockey rink.”

Ellen grinned as her three boys looked on. “Those are figure skaters, you guys play hockey on the ice, well they dance on the ice.” Jack watched as the little dancers finished up their practice, he looked at one of the girls wearing a pink skirt with grey leg warmers, her blonde curls flowing as she skated across the ice with little effort.

“Mom she looks like a princess” Jack said pointing at the blonde.

“I suppose they could be princesses” Ellen smiled at her middle boy.

“They need to hurry and get off the ice” Quinn huffed not impressed by the girls taking up time on the ice.

*14 years later*

From Rowdy:

Hey princess, you at the rink?

To Rowdy:

Hey J, yes I’m at the rink. I should be done about 6:30.

From Rowdy:

See you soon :)

Quinn, Jack and Luke all headed towards the local ice rink to get some quality brother bonding time in. They heard music playing as they walked in and Quinn and Luke both stopped immediately and turned to Jack.

“Really? You made us come early so you could see the end of Y/Ns practice?” Quinn chirped at his younger brother. Luke giggling at Jacks flushed face.

“Shut up, I haven’t seen her since I got to town” Jack grumbled dropping his bag on the floor.

The boys all walked over to the bleachers and started to lace their skates up and Jack walked up to the edge of the rink to watch Y/N. His mood instantly getting better as he saw her. Her pink skirt had been traded in for black leggings and a black long sleeve t shirt, her blonde curls even more unruly as she got older. Though she still looked as stunning as ever. He smiled at the memory of them meeting in this very rink. He watched as she glided and danced with very little effort, she had a natural talent for figure skating. It had been her passion much like hockey had been his. After a few minutes had passed he returned to the bleachers to put his skates on and wait for Y/n to finish up her practice.

*14 years earlier*

Little Jack waited impatiently as the little figure skating class was ending. As the little blonde girl stepped off the ice looking for her mom he startled her by saying “hi I’m jack!” She looked at him with big grey eyes almost looking terrified by the hockey players taking over the bleachers. A woman stepped towards her with skate guards and he assumed that was her mother.

“Honey tell him your name” your mom said.

“I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you” she barely whispered.

“You looked like a princess out there” Jack said again as the little blonde started to hide behind her moms legs. He could see her smiling as she whispered “thank you Jack.”

“Sorry, Jack is my intrusive one” Ellen said as she approached the scared little girl and her mother.

“No worries at all, y/n here is just shy” her mother said back. Ellen and the girls mother quickly falling into polite conversation as her boys shuffled to the ice. Y/n keeping an eye on the boy.

*present*

Y/n saw the boys walk in, she was excited to see Jack, she hadn’t seen him in a few months. Even though they texted and FaceTimed, it still wasn’t the same as in person. As her routine ended she admired Jack. His smile was breathtaking.

“Hey guys” y/n said as she headed towards the Hughes boys, “sorry I have one more routine then I’m done for the night.”

Jack smiled at her “no worries princess, we have the rink for the rest of the night so take your time” he added with a wink at the end. Y/n blushed at the nickname and skated off, knees going weak at the sound of jacks voice. To most the nickname sounded ridiculous but to y/n it gave her butterflies as she remembered that’s what he called her the first time they met. He kept up with the same nickname their entire friendship, or situationship.

“Princess? Really? Dude you gotta be kidding me. You are so down bad for her it’s embarrassing.” Luke said rolling his eyes. Quinn and Luke both laughing and poking fun at Jack while she finished with her last routine of the night.

As y/n stepped off the ice and slipped her skate guards on she started walking towards the Hughes boys. Quinn and Luke weren’t oblivious or blind. Y/n was stunning but she only had eyes for Jack. “The ice is yours guys, sorry i didn’t realize it would go late” y/n muttered.

“No worries. You staying to skate with us?” Luke asked. Jack stared at her hoping she would say yes, granted she’s never turned down a skating session with them before.

“Yea I can stay for a bit” she spoke quietly.

The three boys were skating and roughhousing with each other for the next few hours while y/n mindlessly twirled around stealing glances at Jack. Every now and then she would interact with the mini hockey game they had going. The boys had a tendency to play rough with each other but whenever y/n got too close they toned it down.

*later that night*

Y/n was walking through the door to her parents house, which ever so convenient for Jack, was about two miles from the lake house. Her phone buzzed.

From Rowdy:

Hey Princess, we are starting up the fire pit.

Wanna come over?

To Rowdy:

Sure :) I’ll head over in a bit.

She smiled down at her phone. Her mom walking into the kitchen seeing her daughter grinning at her phone “y/n are you ever gonna tell that boy how you feel. You two have been pining after each other since the moment you met.”

“Moooommmm” y/n groaned.

“Yyyy/nnnnnn” her mom mimicked.

“He invited me over to the lake house, they started up the fire pit, so I’ll be back late.”

“Honey you are 20 years old you do not have to keep me updated on your schedule constantly” her mom said “but I do want to know if you kiss him.”

“And on that note I am leaving” y/n rolled her eyes playfully and grabbed her keys.

Y/n pulled up to the Hughes lake house and shut her car off, she sat in her car for a few minutes looking in the mirror making sure she looked ok. She left her blonde hair in its natural messy curls and smoothed out her black leggings. She walked around the back of the house seeing the fire already going. As she approached she could see Quinn and Jack throwing marshmallows at each other and hearing Jacks contagious laughter she grinned. She noticed a few of Jack and Quinn’s friends were here too.

“Quit wasting the marshmallows you jerks!” Luke yelled at his older brothers.

As she got closer Quinn spotted y/n and threw a marshmallow at her, catching it she stuck her tongue out at the eldest Hughes brother while simultaneously throwing the marshmallow at Luke. Jack noticing her presence he walked up to her and brought her in for a hug. His cologne sent y/n into a euphoric state, she buried her face into his chest and he whispered “hey princess, I’m glad you came”.

“Only because of you” she whispered back. The sweet nothings constantly uttered between the two over the years was nothing new.

“Get a room already” Trevor shouted at his friend. Jack flipped him off as y/n walked towards the seat that Jack previously occupied. Both of them sitting down and cuddling up to one another.

“How’s Jersey treating you” y/n looked up at jack.

Jack stared into those beautiful grey eyes “it’s been good, wish you were there with me though”. Y/n smiled as she cuddled further into Jacks side, if that was at all possible. The rest of the group watching them closely as they all were involved in their own conversations amongst each other.

“Really?” she whispered.

“Yea. Of course I want you there. I’ve always wanted you there” he said. They looked up at the rest of the boys as they heard Trevor and Luke making gagging noises at the couple cuddled up.

“IvE aLwAyS wAnTeD yOu ThErE” Luke mocked “just get together already, I’m sick of seeing you two all secretive, and I’m sick of him moping around when you’re gone.”

“You guys aren’t subtle at all with whatever this is” Quinn said motioning to your cuddling. Y/ns face was so red she was surprised the boys didn’t see it over the light from the fire, so she buried her face into jacks chest. Jack chewing on his lip as he tried to contain his smile. Rolling his eyes at his brothers making fun of them. Turning his attention back to his dream girl he whispered “since you’re done with school finally, and you’ll be done with competition soon maybe you could go with me when I go back to Jersey this time”.

“I’d like that J”.

This was gonna be a good summer, he could feel it.

#nhl blurb #nhl x reader #hockey imagines #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

[bordysbae]

“don’t feel special that i’m here, my mom made me come.” “mhm sure.” with jack. maybe a college graduation??

“congratulations, i guess”

jack hughes x reader

ok so i made this at like 2 am? so i deeply apologize if this makes no sense 😭

🦋 BORDYSBAE’S 500 CELLY!

— ୨୧ —

as you walk across the stage, you grab your diploma and look out at the crowd. your parents are cheering, with the hughes family cheering just as loudly next to them. the hughes have always been a second family to you. your mom was best friends with ellen throughout middle and highschool, and she even helped your parents get together, since your father and jim were friends from college.

despite being the only girl in the mix, you also fall into the place of second to youngest. you’re right in between jack and luke, which sucks. you’ve always been closest with jack though, you guys used to be best friends. until you left for college and he left for jersey. as soon as he left for new jersey, he’d stopped putting in as much effort towards the friendship. him ghosting you hurt so badly because you’ve always had a slight thing for him. honestly, everyone always thought you two were bound to get married, but that’s until the friendship burnt out.

seeing jack clapping for you in the crowd makes you smile even harder. eventually the ceremony comes to an end, and as you say goodbye to your friends, you spot the two families waiting for you. you hurrying over as fast as you can and embrace luke in a big hug first.

“congrats y/n/n! i cant believe you graduated already!” luke says, swaying you both side to side. “oh thank you lukey! i’ve missed you!” you exclaim as you release the hug. you then make your way over to quinn, who greets you with another tight hug. “congrats kid, we’re all proud of you,” quinn smiles down at you. “thank you quinny. im glad you could make it,” you smile.

you then hug your parents, jim, ellen, and lastly jack. his arms loosely wrap around your body, and his hug is nowhere near the same as anyone else’s. it’s both awkward and weak, it honestly pains your heart, but you’re glad he showed up anyways.

“congratulations, i guess,” he slightly teases, trying to ease the awkwardness. it’s been nearly a year since you last saw jack, and even then there was still awkward tension between you both.

“thanks for coming, jack. i’m glad you came all the way up here from new jersey,” you smile, fidgeting with the ends of your gown sleeves.

“don’t feel special that i’m here, my mom made me come,” he rolls his eyes swimming jokingly.

“mhm sure jacky,” you chuckle, but immediately realize the slip up you’d just had. that nickname lingered from seventh grade till your senior year of highschool, and it’s been years since you’ve said it. it’s easy to tell that you’re both a little shocked at hearing the nickname again, but his tense muscles loosen a little, “no but seriously, i’m proud of you y/n. and i’m sorry for everything.”

“it’s alright jack, seriously. we’ve both been so busy, and we live no where near each other. we were bond to fall out a little bit, but never again, okay?”

“never ever,” he smiles, sticking out his pinky for your guys’ pinky promise that you used to do as children. your pinkies interlock, and you kiss your thumbs as part of the tradition. jack pulls you into a tighter hug this time, and it feels more natural. as your arms are wrapped around his built body, he whispers something in your ear you’ve never expected to hear. “i love you, y/n. as more than a best friend. and i’m so so proud of you.”

#bordysbae’s 500 celly #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes #quinn hughes #hockey blurb #hockey imagine

[slafkovskys]

idk thinking, idk how close jack and luke are during the season once angel has the babies in october, but imagining the twins getting hurt and jack is immediately taking a leave of absence and luke asks him why or someone on the team and that’s when he realizes he’s just not part of any of their lives and don’t know anything

warnings: mentions of a sick child, mentions of a serious illness, mentions of hospitals, angst

luke sees jack’s car in the parking lot, so he knows that he’s there for the optional morning skate. he lets out a sigh and debates going back to his apartment, but yasmin’s there and if he goes back, she’ll inevitably want to drag him around to do whatever she wanted, so he’s turning off his car and getting out into the bitter new jersey december without much of a second thought.

he takes his time putting his gear on, talks to holtz about possibly going to a knicks game later in the week, and then he’s taking the ice. he hears one of the trainers shouting for jack and that’s not abnormal, so he doesn’t pay it much thought. out of the corner of his eye, he sees his older brother shuck off a glove and take what looks like a phone from alec’s hand.

luke lines up to shoot a puck into the net and just before it’s his turn, he sends a glance back and jack is gone which was weird. he tries not to dwell on it too much as skate goes on, but then when he makes his way back to the locker room, he sees jack’s gear haphazardly dumped in front of his stall. nico looks sullen as someone comes to clean up the mess. luke calls out to his captain, “hisch, what-”

nico only shakes his head and luke deflates. still half dressed in his gear, he sits in his stall and reaches for his phone and the first thing he sees makes his heart fall,

quinn hughes will not be traveling with the team on their upcoming roadtrip citing personal reasons. the vancouver canucks have no further comment at this time.

quinn missing a roadtrip and jack disappearing mid skate meant that something was wrong. angel wouldn’t let either of them do such a thing unless it was serious. suddenly he’s rushing to get dressed and thankfully finds alec in the gear room. the man looks surprised to see him, “what can i do for you?”

“what happened with jack?” there wasn’t a word to describe how embarrassing it was that he had to find out things about his family from outside sources and the look alec gives doesn’t help.

the man shrugs and continues hanging jerseys, “kid, i couldn’t tell you. when i answered, all i got was it was something about one of his kids.”

luke’s heart falls to his stomach and he doesn’t hang around any longer. he’s rushing out to his car and dialing the only person he knew to call, “dad.”

“luke,” jim sighs, “i can’t talk much. me and your mom are about to get on a plane to go be with quinn.”

it kept getting worse. luke’s voice cracks, “just please tell me they’re okay.”

jim hesitates and luke can only imagine he was looking at ellen for support, weighing out what he could and couldn’t tell their youngest son, “it’s drew. he’s got rsv and they’ve put him in the hospital. angel and quinn brought him in a little while ago so they aren’t sure how serious it is yet because they’re still doing tests, but it’s- this isn’t something that you take lightly especially in a two month old. luke, son, i’m sorry, but i have to go.”

and the line goes dead and luke just stares out of his windshield. he’s so thankful he has his windows tinted because he can’t stop the tears from flowing. he wanted to be there, he wanted to be with jack on the way to be with the babies and angel and quinn, but because of his own choices, he was sat in the parking lot getting second hand information.

god, he wanted to go home. not the apartment where yasmin was or even michigan. no, home was wherever angel was and home was so far from his grasp right now.

#hughes bros x angel #luke hughes #jack hughes #the inbox purge

[bccky]

Souls Intertwined By Fate

Part 2

Pairing:  Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?

Words: 1061

Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced

A/N: revamped fic of my own. It's been almost an year since I posted the first part, I'm extremely sorry for the long pause hehe // Dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like this one Xx

⇤ PART 1

Supernatural Masterlist • Main Masterlist

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A shiver runs down your spine as you stand behind the Roadhouse, and you can't tell if it's because of the cold biting air or the green eyes that are trying to cloud your mind. 

There aren't many things that can scare you now, but now that you have found your soulmate, even thinking about him gives you shivers - and not the good kind.

"Thank you," You whisper to Jo as she sneaks a few bottles of the strongest rum through the backdoor. Your only objective now is to avoid Ellen and whoever that guy was. 

You don't want to know his name... It will make this all too real. 

"You owe me a big one." Jo says and you nod, wanting to cut your time here as short as possible.

Her questioning glances every few seconds are enough for you to know that she's just waiting for an opening to ask why you are suddenly stocking up on your favorite bottles of alcohol, and you're not ready to tell her why.

Realizing you forgot to bring your car to the back, you sigh, bidding farewell to Jo with a hug. 

You almost start running once she closes the door towards your car that you parked in the front, stashing your bag in the car, as you start the ignition. 

You're ready to step on the accelerator and be away from your soulmate, the person who's going to be your doom. You can't help but peek at the bar as you pass by and you're sure you see the dirty blond hair that is going to haunt your dreams from now on. 

The bottles Jo smuggled are just so that you can lay off from visiting the Road House as much as you can. 

It's no secret that whoever drops by the bar is sure to become a regular thanks to Ellen's hospitality, connections and knowledge of the supernatural, that is, unless anyone gives her a reason to clear off. 

The fear makes you drive as far as possible from the only people who you now call your family in search of hunts, but that doesn't mean you can run from what you have named as 'the Soulmates Curse'. 

You end up at a diner in a small town with a supposed haunted cabin in the nearby woods, taking a breath of relief as you see an empty seat by the window.

You put down all the resources you have on the table for the current case you're working on, using it as a distraction. 

But as you’re settling, a high pitched giggle catches your attention. There’s a family in the park near the diner which you can see clearly from your seat.

You get a weird feeling in your heart, a sense of longing for what you once had. The parents laze around on a picnic blanket, happily watching the children who are running around and playing with each other.

You wonder if you’ll ever get to live and love like that again.

“Hey,” a deep voice pulls you out of your chain of thoughts, and you look up to see a man with dark, gelled-back hair, a stubble gracing his genial smile, "You okay?" 

Not gonna lie, you feel like a high school girl starting to fall for the cute guy in class, your insides warm as your body feels flush.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” You say to yourself, although you know that it isn't true, it's the only way to convince your mind that you're doing the right thing by saving yourself from the inevitable heartbreak.  

“I’m Chris, your server for the evening. What can I get you?”

Chris’ deep brown eyes make you want to forget everything, and for some reason, it makes you feel like you’re cheating on your non-existent relationship.

 “Just a cheeseburger and fries, Chris. Thanks.”

“I’ll be right back.” He winks at you with another one of his charming smiles, and you almost melt.

Your mind is in overdrive now.

The happy family directly in your sights are confusing your one-track mind, making you want that kind of contentment in your life as well.

As Chris brings your order to your table, you can’t help but ask, “The town is quite charming, huh?”

He laughs, “Yep, just a small, peaceful town. Except for Old Neil’s Cabin, it’s a nice place to live. And if you don’t believe in ghost stories, we don’t have many problems here.”

And with that, your yearning mind starts planning out an ordinary life in this town, hoping that your soulmate will have a peaceful death and since you won’t be attached to him, you won't feel much when the inevitable happens.

If you get rid of the ghost, then you can see yourself getting old here, preferably with a handsome man like Chris, and have a little family.

Back at the Harvelle’s Roadhouse, Dean Winchester takes a sip of his beer and sighs, tapping on the wooden bar, deep in thought.

Sam is talking about something or the other with Jo, not paying mind to Dean, who honestly doesn’t care. He is too occupied with the girl from last night who has been making his heart skip a beat every few minutes as little things around him keep reminding him of you.

Dean smiles to himself as a warmth spreads in his heart, hopeful that you are having a good time, whoever, and wherever you are.

“What’s up with him?” Jo asks Sam softly, not wanting to rob him out of whatever was cheering him on.

“No one ever knows with him.” Sam shrugs, throwing an amusing smile at his brother, not that he noticed. “He has been a little hush since yesterday.”

“Jo,” Dean speaks out of the blue, bursting the bubble he had built around him.

“Yeah?” She replies, in anticipation of knowing what his next words will be, curious about what he had been contemplating all this while.

“Do you know a girl around our age in the hunting business?”

“To be quite frank, there are a lot. I can’t just tell who you’re talking about just from that.”

Dean takes the last drink out of his glass before turning towards Jo, giving her a serious look.  “She was here yesterday.”

“Oh, you mean Y/N?” 

And with that, Dean’s life takes a different turn again.

Part 3

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OC INTERVIEW!

i was tagged by dears @g0dspeeed @cassietrn @direwombat @simplegenius042 @wrathfulrook to do a little oc interview, thank you dears! i decided to do this one for america’s sweetheart verse for acclaimed novelist jestiny ft. her long suffering publicist andrea who was mostly there to make sure there was some accurate information, then i decided to give her own spotlight. on that note, sorry for the length and needless preamble no expectation to read All That

“Ugh.” Jestiny grabs the wall to steady herself from stumbling at Andrea’s quick darting into the doorway to block her exit. “Are you fuckin’ serious? You’re really gonna tell me  — a grown fucking woman — I’m not allowed to go play until I finish my homework?”

“It smells like you’ve gotten to play plenty today,” Andrea retorts with a nod towards the disposable coffee cup clenched in Jestiny’s fist and reeking with the unmistakable stench of high proof whiskey. “You’ve put off doing a simple introductory questionnaire for three months now. You’re never going to hire a ghostwriter if you can’t respond to an information request that takes five minutes.”

“I don’t need a ghostwriter,” she mumbles in protest as she takes a sip from her coffee cup that has never once contained coffee, or fooled anyone into thinking it did. “Just a copy editor.”

“Three copy editors have quit because you started using them as ghostwriters. And whatever job title you want to give them, they need some basic biographical information about you to work on your memoir.”

“See, that’s the thing, is no they don’t. Not with the kinda thing I’m writing. It’s all just empty fluff, don’t you —”

“Even for empty fluff, they need a vague skeleton,” Andrea snaps. She pulls Jestiny by the arm towards her desk, pushing her down into one of her guest chairs before taking her seat behind it and clicking a pen. “I canceled the car you called and changed the passwords to all your rideshare accounts. And we both know you couldn’t make it out of the parking garage without getting a DUI. You’re not going anywhere until this is done.”

“Oh, that’s real fuckin’ nice Andrea,” Jestiny hisses. “Hold hostage the woman who just survived —”

name 

“jestiny ellen rook.”

nickname

“none. nope. never had one. never will have one. gotta say the whole thing every time. flaunt it in front of some motherfuckers who were too fucking dumb to ever figure it out.”

gender

“again, andrea — i am a grown fucking woman.”

star sign

“how the fuck am i supposed to know that shit?”  without bothering to check her birthday, andrea writes down aries.

personality type

“america’s fuckin’ sweetheart, baby. kind, lovable, and humble. what else is there?’’  andrea’s hand moves of its own volition to scrawl out the words ‘dark triad,’ immediately scribbling it out to write down ‘istp’ and ‘8w7.’

height

“five foot five, ballpark.”  andrea gives jestiny a skeptical look.  “maybe closer to five-six, camera adds a half-inch.”   andrea, actually 5’6, sighs and writes down 5’4, covering it with her hand to hide from jestiny.

orientation:

“c’mon, you don’t really have to ask that.” andrea dwells unwillingly on the menagerie of half-dressed strangers milling about jestiny’s home every time she steps into it. no, she doesn’t.  “or lie to the press about it, if that’s what you’re dancing around. it’s 2018! america’s sweetheart can be openly bisexual, right?” 

nationality/ethnicity:

“again. america’s fucking sweetheart, baby.”

fave fruit 

“persimmons. don’t put that down, though, that information is for the fuckin’ benefit of your files, so you can get me a halfway decent fruit tray in my dressing room next talk show appearance. write some bullshit about how much i miss the fresh picked huckleberries of hope county and nowhere grows ’em better, or something.”

fave season

“awards! ha, we do have fun. gotta be fall, though. salmon run season. but pretend it’s for the sake of pumpkin spice whatever.”

fave flower 

“psh. whatever happens to be in the bouquets i receive from my adoring fans. but if i have to pick, i guess, uh… forget-me-nots, maybe. or — heh, or cockscomb.”

fave scent 

“whiskey.”  andrea looks between jestiny and her cup, wondering if she has told the truth for the first time.  “coffee, i mean.”

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: 

“i just said —”

average hours of sleep: 

“eh, who can really keep track of that?” people who have to plan their sleep schedule around preventing jestiny from having unsupervised access to social media can and must keep track of that. andrea writes down 3 hours.

dog or cat person

“ew. no. opossums. but write down dog, that probably polls better. andrea, should i get a dog?”   andrea vigorously shakes her head in the negative as she dutifully writes down dog. 

dream trip 

“heh. where do you have me booked for next? checked off a lotta the bucket list already. you’re looking at a dollywood gold pass holder. finally got to go there after a lifetime of dreaming, and it was —”  andrea notes the way jestiny’s eyes suddenly glaze over, her gaze growing hollow and flat as she pauses in searching.  “great. fulfilling. worth the wait. always ready to go back, or onto the next adventure. i mean, it’s such a fucking blessing, don’t you think?” andrea doesn’t answer, looking on with some concern as a hint of earnest joy creeps back into jestiny’s smile. “to have one’s full constitutional right to freedom of movement completely fuckin’ unrestricted?”

favorite fictional/real character

“uh, shrek.”

number of blankets you sleep with? 

“as many as i want, baby! that’s another benefit of freedom, don’t have to settle for a single scratchy, paper thin excuse for a blanket to curl up on my cot with. i get to enjoy my forty-winks on silk sheets and soft as a cloud comforter, on my casper mattress —”

random fact:

“i know how to do a bit of sleight of hand magic.” andrea feels a light brush at her ear, and looks to see jestiny pulling from behind it a matchbook with the number of a taxi company stamped in bright yellow.  “and for my next trick, i’m going to disappear.”

Andrea sighs as she watches Jestiny march out of her office yelling pick-up orders into her cellphone. It was successful for longer than she would have expected, she thinks, tapping the end of her pen against her bottom lip. 

She clicks her pen a few times as she shuffles the papers on her desk, staring down at a blank copy of the questionnaire she’d made in case Jestiny was in foul enough spirits to rip up the first in defiance. 

It would be nice, to have someone ask her things about who she was for once, she thinks, in an indulgent flight of fancy.  

name: 

“andrea simmons.”

nickname: 

“...anal-retentive goldilocks, was the most recent one.”

gender

“woman, she/her.”

star sign

“capricorn.” 

personality type

“estj. 3w2.’’ 

height

“five foot six. empirically verified.” 

orientation:

“lesbian, last i had enough free time to check.”

nationality/ethnicity:

“american. primarily german and scandinavian ancestry.”

fave fruit 

“nectarine, left to my own devices. learning to appreciate leftover cantaloupe picked around on fruit plates.”

fave season:

“summer. warm, sunny, long days.”

fave flower: 

“orchids.”

fave scent 

“lavender, jasmine, eucalyptus.” 

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: 

“coffee. at least three shots of espresso. oat milk. two pumps of hazelnut syrup, no sugar.”

average hours of sleep: 

“three. when you have an infant, you learn to sleep when they sleep.”

dog or cat person

“cats. otto curled up in my lap at the end of a long day is the only thing that keeps me going, sometimes.” 

dream trip 

“any trip. any trip alone. any trip alone without having to worry about what i will find when i come back. greece would be nice, i think.” 

favorite fictional/real character

“peggy olson.”

number of blankets you sleep with? 

“i have a weighted blanket and a quilt at home. and a fleece throw on my office couch that gets more use.”

random fact: 

“i considered going into politics, and interned on a few campaign teams during college. There are many days i regret not following through on that.” 

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One Night Stand (Revised)

13/13

Rated: X/ Ao3/ @today-in-fic

Scully Residence

Saturday, April 24 1993

Nope, she thinks to herself, tossing a plaid shirt onto her bed. She pulls a red velvet shirt off a hanger, shaking her head. It joins the previously discarded shirt. Her phone rings, startling her momentarily. She pauses her search and reaches for her phone. The smile on her face grows wide as she answers while continuing her tedious task.

“I was beginning to wonder when I would hear from you,” her happiness evident.

“Forget about you. How is my scrumptious niece?” comes a cheery voice from a million miles away, yet sounds so close she could be in the next room.

“She’s marvelous, Missy. Thriving every day. She would like to know if her aunt will grace her with her presence sometime shortly.”

“Probably sometime in early summer,” Missy replies. Scully sighs, gently, prompting Missy to continue, “Come on Dana, don’t be like that. You know I get enough of it from Mom and Dad. I don’t need it from you too.”

Nodding into her phone, Scully closes her eyes. “I’m sorry, Missy. You know I support you. Emma misses you. She carries your picture around the house a lot throughout the week. I miss you too,” she hesitates slightly on her last words.

Missy, being the empath she is, immediately zones in on Scully.

“What’s going on, Dana?” Scully scrunches her nose, silently grumbling at how well her sister knows her. She could lie and say nothing is going on, but Missy would see right through her. As much as she tells her sister everything, she’s not quite ready to disclose the entire situation, mostly because she’s not one hundred percent sure she understands it herself.

“I’m getting ready to go out, that’s all,” she attempts to sound casual, though she suspects she fails miserably.

“You’re hiding something from me, Dana Katherine,” Melissa accuses, though in a good-natured tone.

It’s Saturday night and Scully’s getting ready for her dinner with Mulder. She’d spent most of the day with Emma, snuggling, playing, reading, and enjoying her. She’d dropped her sweet girl at Ellen’s house an hour ago, or so, and was now in the process of getting ready. Showered, hair done, and makeup applied, she was standing in her closet, clad only in her bra and panties, attempting to find something to wear, when her sister’s call interrupted her thoughts. While she was always glad to hear from Melissa, her timing was anything but great. Scully was nervous enough. She hadn’t told anyone in her family about the identity of her new FBI partner.

“I’m not hiding anything Missy, I promise. I’m just going out, that’s it,” she attempts again to shrug it off. She looks at herself in the mirror, analyzing every inch, curve, and shadow of makeup. While talking to her sister, she’d thrown on black slacks and a light, long-sleeve, top. “So where are you anyways?”

“Stop trying to change the subject,” Missy admonishes, though Scully can hear a gentle tone in her voice. “Bangkok. So, who are you going out with?”

Scully hesitates for a split second, then relents. “A friend,” giving nothing away.

“A date,” Melissa counters, goading her sister.

“It’s not a date,” Scully retorts, defensively.

“Take off the slacks and sweater and put a dress on,” Melissa tells her, sounding half sister, half parent. Scully grins, inwardly. As much of a pain as her sister can be, there is no doubt that she knows Scully very, very well. She eyes a dress in the back of her closet. Taking it off the hanger, she pulls the pants and shirt off, then slips into the dress, turning in front of her mirror, admiring the way the fabric falls over her figure.

“Fine, you won’t talk about your date, tell me, where is my niece?” Missy asks, changing the subject. Scully thanks her silently.

“I dropped her off at Ellen’s a little bit ago,” she tells her. She continues eyeing the dress she’s wearing. Purple and black and falling just above her knees in length.

“Is she spending the night?” Melissa inquired, which made Scully pause. The silence was just long enough for Melissa to take notice. “Who is this guy, Dane? Come on sis, don’t hold out on me!”

“Miss, it’s a long story that I don’t have time to tell right now. He’s going to be here any minute. I promise when I have a handle on what’s going on, I promise I’ll let you know.” She assures her sister.

“I’m going to hold you to it, Dana,” Melissa says, her voice beaming. She then adds, “Love you.”

“I love you too Missy. See you soon,” Scully says into the phone, then hangs up and tosses the chunky phone on her bed.

Ellen had offered to keep Emma for the night, simply because Scully didn’t know how long she would be out, and in Ellen’s words ‘it would be a shame to wake a two-year-old to have to take her home just to put her to bed’. Scully resisted initially, but Ellen made a strong case and eventually won.

Checking her hair and makeup in the mirror one last time, she heads to the living room and hears his soft knock as she reaches the coffee table. She and Mulder had agreed that Mulder should pick her up, no sense in taking two cars or cabs. Swiftly walking to the door, she opens it, and her breath catches in her throat as his eyes do a double take. Mulder stands before her in dark jeans, a black shirt, and his leather jacket; he looks amazing. Scully shakes her head attempting to focus, and realizes she has no idea how she is going to get through the evening. She opens the door and allows him entrance.

“You look nice,” he tells her, walking in. In his hands, he holds out a bottle of wine, which she graciously accepts. “I didn’t know a good ‘meeting my work partner/mother of my child to discuss the situation over dinner’ present, so I figured wine would always be welcomed.”

Scully lets out a barking laugh as she places it on the table. Turning to face him, she smirks. “What, you don’t do this often?” Now it’s Mulder’s turn to laugh.

“You can say that again,” he says, taking his bottom lip into his mouth, nervously. Scully stares at his mouth, a mouth that she couldn’t get out of her head for a very long time.

“Reservations are in 30 minutes, you ready?” he says, pulling Scully from her thoughts. Nodding, she grabs her keys and purse as Mulder escorts her out the door, his hand falling to the small of her back.

Aubree’s Italian Bistro

They made it to the restaurant without an issue, making their reservation with plenty of time to spare. They were taken to their table and, ever the gentleman, Mulder insisted on pulling Scully’s chair out for her. He then ordered a bottle of wine he knew she enjoyed.

They had gotten to the restaurant without an issue, made their reservation, and were being seated. Mulder pulled out the chair for Scully to sit and he ordered a bottle of wine he knew she liked. They made small talk about work while looking at the delectable entrees and ordered quickly.

“Mulder,” Scully starts, while Mulder opens his mouth and says, “Look, Scully.” They smile, chuckle slightly, and sit silently for another moment.

“Scully, before you say anything, I know this is awkward as hell. We can pretend to dance around the issue or we can just be upfront with each other,” he lets out a breath and Scully can’t help but smile at his boyish charm and attempt at maturity.

“What issue is that, Mulder?” For a split second, she wonders if he means the issue between the adults. Does he know how she feels? Is he feeling that way too? Her heart starts to quicken and her cheeks turn a slight shade of red.

“Emma,” he answers swiftly. Scully’s heart drops but she’s somehow able to maintain her composure.

Nodding slowly, she says, “Right, Emma.”

Mulder notices her falter and asks, “Is there something else?” Scully shakes her head quickly trying to recover. Continuing, his train of thought, Mulder says, “I uh, I’ve been thinking about her, and this situation, all week and I can’t even begin to describe the emotional rollercoaster–”

“Mulder, I am so sorry,” Scully interjects, guilt ultimately overtaking her for the umteenth time over the past week, and really the past few months. Suddenly, Mulder is grabbing her hand. “It’s my turn now, Scully.” He’s matter-of-fact and quiet, yet gentle all rolled into one. Scully nods, noticing that he doesn’t let go of her hand once he’s done speaking

“I want to be angry, frustrated, annoyed, and hurt, but I can’t be, and frankly, I have no right to be. If the situation were different, if you had known me, known where to find me, and purposefully not told me, or if you had ignored me, I could feel those feelings, but Scully, I can’t be mad. Perhaps maybe enraged at the situation, yes, but not with you. You made an unimaginable decision, alone. I wasn’t there to support you. That’s something I will always regret, even though neither of us is to blame; it’s the hand we were dealt. But, now that I know she exists, I’ve met her and spent time with her,” he chokes back a slight bit of emotion and continues, “I can’t imagine not having her in my life, or being a part of hers. I know it’s different than spending a day with her, but I would like the chance to parent her. I know I have no experience with kids or parenting; hell, I haven’t been around a small child since Samantha was little, and I know I have a lot to learn., but I would like to try. I know your concerns about work, with my search for the truth, but Scully, spending time with Emma, knowing she’s a part of me… I want to be with her; I want to watch her grow. I’ve missed so much already and I don’t want to miss another minute. Please hear me when I say I would quit the FBI tomorrow if it means being a father to your little girl; that is my new truth.”

Scully blinks, words forgotten, slight shock overtaking her thoughts. She can suddenly see her whole life in front of her; lazy weekends with Emma and Mulder, playing, shopping, doing the mundane things life throws at people. She sees holidays and happy times; school days and homework, sports, and clubs. She sees driver's ed, college, and maybe a wedding or two thrown in, with some alien conspiracies lurking around for good measure.

“I fell in love with you…” the words leave her mouth before she can fully process the implications. Her ocean blue eyes grow wide, and she throws her hand over her lips, partially in shock and partially to keep her from saying anything else, once she realizes what came out. It’s too late. Although it was spoken in a mere whisper, she knows Mulder heard every syllable. They sit there, at a stalemate, in thick silence milling about. Even the waiter, bringing food, is not enough to break the spell; tension is thick.

“I’m sorry,” she recovers, once she gains her composure. “That sort of just slipped out,” she attempts to brush away her slip of the tongue. As if switching beings for the moment, Mulder raises his eyebrows sky high, in true Scully fashion. Finding her voice, Scully clarifies, “I may have underplayed how I felt about you after our one-night stand.” May as well lay it all out there since the cat is out of the bag, she thinks. There wouldn’t be any way they could co-parent, let alone work together without an open and honest conversation at this point.

“I uh, I fell for you Mulder, I fell hard,” she tells him honestly. “The week or two after, I couldn’t eat or sleep; it was all so difficult. I was out of my mind because that wasn’t me. Those feelings were irrational. I felt crazy. Dana Scully does not meet people and instantly falls in love. It took me 10 months to tell my last relationship that I loved him, and then that ended abruptly soon after. It was like letting go of all control, which I don’t do, ever. There was something about you, Mulder. You took my breath away. There was an undeniable connection, Mulder. I felt it, and I want to say I know you did too,” she looks down, her tiny hands twisting and shaping the lightly colored napkin in her lap. “I had just finally started making progress on getting over you when I found out I was pregnant, and between life in general, the depression, and the hormones, I spiraled into a dark place. I was angry for a while. I was mad at the world, which is very unlike me. I was angry because I didn’t want to be pregnant. I didn’t understand. I thought maybe God was punishing me because of what I had done. But then I kept thinking about that night, knowing how much passion we had and the love I felt; I knew my baby was created from something wonderful. Anyway, I downplayed that night to a lot of people, especially my parents, when I had to eventually tell them about the baby. At that point only my friend Ellen knew. My sister saw right through me. To this day she and Ellen are the only two who know how bad that time was for me. I’m sorry for how all of this has come out. But, I figure if we are going to work together, and try to co-parent, well, you deserve the truth. You have a right to know. I don’t expect a response or reciprocation or anything–”

Suddenly Mulder’s lips are on hers, he’s leaning across the table, his hands reaching for the sides of her face. The kiss is chaste and short, with a hint of what could be. When he pushes back they look at each other, neither speaking but rather taking in the profound moment.

It’s Mulder who breaks the silence first. “I think we have a lot more to talk about than we initially thought.” His thumbs stroke her cheekbones. “How about we get the food to go and head back to your house.”

Scully Residence

Saturday, April 24 1993

Sounds of keys and knick-knacks clang together, mingling inside Scully’s bag. Her shaky hands fumble with her keys, dropping them not once, but twice, only for her to have to rummage through and find them again. Once free, she flubs the one job she has: unlocking her door. She tries again, this time successful. She’s been working with him for months, but now that Mulder is this close to her in proximity, almost completely up behind her, she’s transformed into a shaky mess. She leads the way inside as she feels the warmth of Mulder’s gentle touch on her shoulder, another hand on her waist. Suddenly his lips are there, on her neck, traveling down to where her shoulder starts. She hears a thud and realizes Mulder kicked the door shut with one foot, his hands, and lips never leaving her skin.

Putting the food in the kitchen, in the fridge, proves to be quite a task, walking into the kitchen with Mulder still attached. Her brain is fuzzy but once she finally reaches her goal, she turns to face her partner.

“Mulder–” she starts, though he interrupts her.

“What time do you need to get Emma?” His mouth descends on hers before she’s able to answer his question.

“Technically not until tomorrow,” she manages to get out. She puts a hand out to his chest, pausing the start of yet another heated kiss. Her rational side shines through. “Mulder, should we be doing this? There is so much we need to talk about,” she lets out a breath, as Mulder's lips advance from her silky neck to her chin. “Mulder,” she insists again, more forcefully this time.

He pauses and looks into her eyes. Taking a step back to give her some breathing room, he sighs. Taking her hand, he leads her to the couch. “Look, Scully, I know you’re scared. Believe it or not, I’m completely terrified. We have good reason to be. The bureau, the x-files, Emma. But believe it or not, I want to believe, no I have to believe that everything is going to fall into place for us. Shockingly, I’m more scared about what will happen if we don’t take this leap of faith.”

Scully takes a moment to study his face and she sees calm. She sees caring. She sees love. She knows above all else that he’s right. She stands, pulling him up by his shirt, and leads him to the bedroom, but before they make it, he scoops her up, carrying her the rest of the way. Once inside he places her in the middle of her bed and lowers himself to join her. She lets out a gasp, realizing that she’d been waiting for this since walking into his office. That’s a lie, she thinks. She’d been waiting for it ever since he walked out the door the first night she’d met him.

His lips envelop hers, soft to the touch, yet forceful. His tongue slips out, gliding along her lips, trying mercilessly to poke its way through. He gently pushes her back, her arms reach for his face, and she opens her mouth to meet his awaiting tongue. Mulder’s hands are instantaneously everywhere: her face, her back, her side, and slipping under her dress. She pulls her lips from his and rests her forehead on his. Whispering, because if she speaks any louder she’s convinced it will break the spell, she reaffirms, “We’re doing the right thing, right?”

He pulls back and he considers her, the aroma of perfume, anticipation, and arousal filling him. He softly kisses her closed eyelids, one at a time. “Do you want to stop?” he asks, metaphorically throwing the ball in her court.

Steadily, Scully shakes her head. “Make love to me, Mulder,” she murmurs. That is all he needs to hear before he pulls her to her wobbly feet and attacks the zipper of her dress achingly slow. He wants to do this right; he wants this to be perfect. Her dress ripples as it falls to the floor and she’s left standing in her black thong and bra. Her eyes are wild with want and Mulder inhales sharply, licking his lips involuntarily. Stepping out of the piles at her feet, she pulls at Mulder’s ridiculously expensive shirt. She makes a mental note to ask him what’s with the catalog clothing on a different day. She lifts it over his head, a slightly difficult task for her five-foot-three-inch frame, compared to his six-foot stature.

He takes her in his arms once more, then lowers her to the bed. They have all the time in the world as the night stands still. He smells her arousal, his mouth all but watering. He bends to meet her mouth, once again seeking entrance with his tongue. They kiss and nip, exploring each other as though it's the very first time, although after the time apart, it feels like the first time all over again. He kisses down her neck, then to her shoulder, and finally to her breast. Pulling the cup down, he takes a nipple into his mouth. She hisses as he applies the perfect amount of pressure and suction. She reaches into his hair, pulling lightly. Without missing a beat, he reaches his arms around her and unclasps the offending fabric, the barrier to what he seeks. Scully lets out a breathy moan as Mulder pulls her other breast into his hand, pinching her pebbled nipple. He kneads and licks, sucks and pinches. She arches into him. After a bit, he switches sides and starts the process over with her other breast. He feels her heat on his lower abdomen, where their bodies happen to align.

He begins inching lower, licking down her chest, to her navel. He bites gently which elicits a gasp from Scully. Continuing lower, he takes the tip of her thong in his teeth. He meets her eyes, pausing, giving her a minute to say no. The fire he sees in her ocean eyes tells him the word won’t fall from her lips. He pulls down with his teeth, using his hands on each side of the scrap of fabric, until the panties are around her ankles. They join her forgotten dress on the floor. He inhales deeply, taking in her scent. It’s imprinted in his brain, memories from so long ago. After another beat, another pause waiting for her to resist, he dives head first.

Scully gently raises to her elbows, wanting to catch a glimpse of his face between her legs, where she wants him most. This was one pleasure she didn’t have the opportunity to experience last time, though she’d fantasized about it many nights after. He teases her, kissing the inside of her thighs, biting just hard enough to leave an indent, but not so hard it’s painful. With one hand on her breast, he uses the other to part her folds. He licks gently, once, then a second time. Scully jumps at the contact and arches into him again, her grip on his hair tighter.

Mulder begins lapping her up. She tastes like he’s imagined and he can’t get enough. After a few minutes, he wraps his lips around her clit and she lets out a low moan, music to Mulder’s ears. “Mulder,” she purrs, which spurs Mulder on, finally hearing his name on her lips after all the years apart, vastly different from how it sounds day to day in the confines of their office. He sucks and licks, steadily, finding a rhythm that she likes, by the sounds she’s making. After a fit, he adds a finger, then two, sliding them in and out, on beat with his tongue. Scully pulls at the sheets, her hands clutching them in a vice grip. She’s panting and moaning, and though Mulder hasn’t been intimate with her since long ago, he can tell she’s close. He finds her G-spot and gives her clit with a final suck and then a lick of the tongue, and she’s soaring. She doesn’t scream but rather moans his name, drawled out, each syllable slowly leaving her lips. He feels her back away from his mouth, ever so slightly, when the feeling is too much for her. He kisses the inside of each thigh and then uses his tongue to follow the path up to her breasts, while Scully tries to settle her breathing. He sucks each nipple and then moves back up her neck and then finally, reachers her mouth. She pulls him in, sucking his tongue into her mouth, the taste of her sparking renewed arousal.

They kiss for some time, letting Scully’s breathing settle and her heart rate return to normal. She looks into his eyes and smiles. “Hi,” she whispers, kissing him for the umpteenth time. He kisses the tip of her nose.

“Hi,” he whispers back. He’s gently rubbing his hand up and down her side. In that moment he realizes this is where he’s meant to be and he never wants to leave. While lost in thought, Mulder suddenly finds himself on his back. Stunned for a second, he looks at Scully, who is grinning from ear to ear.

“Why Agent Scully,” he laughs, realizing she pulled a maneuver from Quantico. Before he has time to react, she has her hands pulling down his pants, which somehow were still on, taking his boxers with them. His throbbing erection springs to life and now it’s Scully’s turn to drool. She remembers that he is well endowed, but seeing it again was something entirely different. Before Mulder has a chance to object, Scully wraps her lips around the tip of his penis. It’s Mulder’s turn to hiss. In previous relationships, Scully wasn’t a huge fan of fellatio, but it feels different with Mulder; she can’t wait to have him in her mouth. She swipes her tongue over his tip again, forming an O with her lips. Using her tongue to lubricate him, she slides her mouth up and down, Mulder moaning her name. She places one hand at his base and cups his balls with her other hand, giving a firm but gentle squeeze. She hollows out her mouth and begins to suck like a hoover.

“Oh, God, Scully,” Mulder pants, beads of sweat forming on his brow. His words entice her to continue and Mulder is caught between never wanting her to stop and needing her to stop. She picks up her pace, using her tongue to lick around the width of his throbbing cock.

“Sc… Scul… Scully,” Mulder pants. He puts a hand in her hair, not to guide her, but to stop her. She pauses, looking up at him. “It’s been a relatively long time for me and if you keep doing that we won’t be able to finish the way I have been wanting to since you stepped foot in my office,” he admits. She lets his penis fall out of her mouth and she grins at him. Just as he did to her, she kisses his thighs and makes her way back up his body.

She straddles him, rocking back and forth, sliding her slit up and down his pulsing erection. She captures his lips and he loves that she is asserting control.

“Condom?” he questions.

“I’m on the pill,” is her response. She stares into his eyes, communicating her complete trust in him. His eyes furrow, silently asking if she’s sure. Before he can ask again, she impales herself on him. She lets out a sound between a moan and a cry. Mulder is stock still, his arms wrapping around her waist.

“Scully?” his voice thick with concern.

Scully moans, then breathily responds “I’m okay, Mulder. Really. You feel amazing. It’s been a very long time.”

He’s shocked to say the least, wrapping his head around the words she expresses, understanding their meaning but confused at the same time. Scully makes a sound, a cross between a laugh and a huff. “Yes, Mulder, I haven’t been with anyone since our one-night stand. I was pregnant, then had a baby, and I was working full time…” she let her words drift. She sets back to the task at hand, rocking into him, silently telling him to move. She grabs his hand and places it at her waist, the other hand interlacing with his. She leans over him and captures his lips. Mulder grins, loving the way she seizes control.

After a minute or two she starts to grind faster, Mulder meeting her thrusts. He’s panting, squeezing her waist, knowing there will be fingerprints tomorrow. Sensing he won’t last much longer, he pauses his movements. Scully looks down, catching his eyes. “I’m not going to–” he starts to get out but she silences him with yet another kiss.

“It’s okay, Mulder. Let go,” she assures him. He moves his mouth to suck on her soft nipple. To her, his hand on her hip feels like a furnace, as he slowly rakes his nails over her flesh. He bites, ever so slightly, on her nipple and she lets out a yelp, followed by a gasp. He knows his release is imminent and he so desperately wants her to come again. He releases her hand and moves his to where they are joined. Scully places her now free hand palm down in the center of his chest. He rubs her clit, the juices from their combined arousal coating his fingers. Within a minute of contact, he can feel her walls tightening, vice-like, around his cock, which was growing harder by the second. This time when she comes, she does scream, and it’s music to Mulder’s ears. Then, he’s a goner. He howls her name and lets go, spurting his cum deep within her depths.

Time stands still, the only noise is the sounds of heavy panting. Scully lowers herself onto Mulder, seeking out his lips for another kiss, which he happily delivers. With a devilish smile, he tells her, “Just as good as I remember.” Scully smiles but remains voiceless. Still connected most intimately, she burrows into him, trying to get as physically close as possible.

“I fell for you too, Scully,” Mulder reveals after a few minutes, his words a murmur. “I didn’t want to admit how much, but I struggled moving on from you.” Scully smiles a soft smile into the crook of his neck. She knows they need to move, as she feels the evidence of their love-making trickling out of her, ever so slowly.

“What do we do now, Mulder?” she asks.

“Figure it out as we go?” he suggests.

“What about Emma?” she asks, thinking about the bigger reason they went to dinner together, and ultimately ended up in each other's arms.

“I want to see her, be with her, as much as you’ll let me,” he replies, nuzzling her neck. Scully hesitates, which Mulder feels. He sits up, his flaccid penis slipping out of her. She turns to get up and clean up the mess, but Mulder stops her. “Don’t worry about it Scully, we’ll clean it later. Talk to me. What’s weighing on you?”

Scully pauses, deciding how to explain what’s on her mind and heart. “I’m fiercely independent, Mulder…” he makes a shocked face, to which she playful punches him in the shoulder. “I just mean I am used to doing things on my own, making decisions by myself, having Emma with me 100% of the time when I’m not working.”

“Oh Scully,” Mulder sighs, “The last thing I want to do is make this hard for you, or Emma for that matter. I don’t want to swoop in and disrupt your routine. I don’t want to take her away or expect to make all the decisions. I just want to get to know her, see her, be with her, and love her. And who knows, maybe she’ll let me love her mama as well. We’ll figure it out as we go. You call the shots,” he insists. He cups her face and kisses her jaw.

“What about work?” she asks.

“Well I think we both know who calls the shots there,” he attempts a joke, which elicits a smile from her. “I don’t know, Scully. I can’t see the future. What I do know is that now that you’re in my life, I can’t not have you in it. I’m not the best at talking, but can we try to work on keeping communication open? Even when it’s difficult? Can we be intentional on separating work and personal life?” Scully leans in, nods, and kisses him.

“I’m willing to give it a try,” she tells him.

“What time do we need to get Emma?” he asks, a hand running up and down the length of her back from her neck to the swell of her ass. Scully smiles at the use of ‘we’.

“Well, Ellen told me to enjoy my morning, so…” she trails off.

“Are you hungry? We didn’t exactly get to eat our food,” he realizes. She nods at him, but the look in her eyes tells him that food may not be what she has in mind.

They make love again, long into the night, amazed at what a one-night stand could lead to.

#dana scully #fox mulder #the x files fanfic #x files #au fanfiction #msr #msr fanfic #one night stand #happily ever after #will they won't they

[noneedtoamputate]

Every Beautiful Thing Outtakes - Chapter One

These are scenes that just didn't fit in my main story. The entire chapter is posted here, and is also posted to A03. This falls between Chapters 4 and 5 in Every Beautiful Thing.

The waitress came around to drop off menus. "Get you a drink?" she asked. Ellen ordered coffee, black.

"Do you have tea?" Chuck asked. She shook her head.

"I guess I'll have coffee. Cream and two sugars, please."

"You really don't like coffee, do you?" asked Ellen.

Chuck shrugged. "Never really drank it before I joined up. Then it seemed like I had it all the time. It was usually burnt. And it … reminds me of things during the war." He looked far away for a moment.

"When I came home, tea was a lot easier to make,” he started again, pointing at his left hand. “And tea is great because restaurants never have it, and my friends give me a hard time about drinking it.” They both laughed. “Always had it black in the army, so if I add enough cream and sugar now, it isn’t too bad. Won’t have more than one cup, though.”

Their drinks arrived. “Do you know what you want?” Ellen asked Chuck. He nodded. “You go first,” she said. She scanned the menu quickly and didn’t pay attention to his order.

“Pancakes, please,” Ellen said.

They put their newspaper sections down when the food arrived. A stack of fluffy pancakes for Ellen. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and buttered toast for Chuck.

She reached across for the syrup and saw, just for a moment, Chuck eye her plate. Several realizations entered her head at the same time.

Chuck’s breakfast order was classic. No one would think twice about anything on his plate. It was also easy to eat if you only had one good hand. There was nothing that required a knife.

And she didn’t have a lot of evidence to work with, but she assumed Chuck had a sweet tooth. He devoured the chocolate chip cookies she made for him, and he took his coffee with two sugars.

She doused the pancakes with syrup. She cut them lengthwise, turned her plate, and did the same again.

They dug into their food and sipped their coffees and returned to their newspapers. The waitress refilled Ellen's coffee and brought Chuck a water.

When Ellen was about three quarters done with her breakfast, she pushed the plate away. “I can’t have another bite,” she said. “Help yourself if you want.”

She opened another section of the paper so Chuck couldn’t see her face, but she peered over the page and saw him eye the plate. She quickly darted her eyes back down, pretending to be reading. She heard the plate move closer to him.

The next week she ordered waffles, back to pancakes the week after that, each time leaving some of her breakfast for Chuck to finish. Week four, she got crepes just to mix it up. Chuck asked for one more egg and two extra slices of bacon to his regular order.

“Just in case you aren’t full before sharing,” he said.

She wasn’t sure what to say now that Chuck had figured it out. She looked at him, trying to gauge his feelings.

“Thank you,” he said.

“I don’t know how much you’ll be thanking me later. Just so you know, I’ll never say no to bacon,” Ellen said.

“Just so you know, I don’t offer my bacon to just anyone,” Chuck replied.

*

Chuck liked watching Ellen do the crossword puzzle every week, her eyes scrunched up in concentration while she considered the clues, her face excited when she solved the whole thing.

She tapped the pencil on the table while she read the clue aloud.

“Send a Dear John letter,” she said. “Four letters.”

“Did you ever send one of those?” Chuck asked jokingly.

Ellen put her pencil down.

“No,” she said simply. “I wrote a letter every week for four years. He ended up marrying a nurse he met overseas.”

Chuck stared at her, dumbfounded. “Shit, El. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I was just …”

“I know, Chuck,” she interrupted.

She dove into the whole story.

His name was Steve Somebody. Chuck couldn’t be bothered to remember his last name. They met in college and had walked out together the year before he enlisted. He got sent to India, some desk job.

“India was pretty terrible,” she explained. “It was just so … different. And so far. No USO shows. No Marlene Dietrich.” She sighed. “Guys got dumped every week. They even had a little club for guys who got letters. Just an excuse to go to the bar more than anything, but it was happening a lot.”

“But not to him,” Chuck pointed out.

“No,” Ellen admitted. “He always wrote how the other guys told him how lucky he was to have a such a loyal girl back home.”

And when he came back to that loyal girl, he said he needed time, that things had changed. A month later, he was on a train to Milwaukee. He never bothered to tell her there was someone else. A mutual friend had to tell Ellen. Steve started seeing the nurse the last year of the war and didn't know how to break it to her. So he didn't.

“That’s terrible,” said Chuck. “You must have been …” He couldn’t find the word.

“Annoyed,” supplied Ellen. “I felt annoyed. Annoyed at all the time I spent writing letters and worrying about him. Annoyed at the money I spent sending him things, at having to explain everything to my family, his family, our friends. Annoyed at all the dates I turned down. Do you know how many dates I turned down? I only lived in San Francisco. Not a solider or sailor or Marine to be had for miles around,” she said sarcastically.

She took a sip of her coffee.

“After about two weeks of being annoyed, and eating chocolate, and downing gin and tonics, I realized that if he was the love of my life, I wouldn’t be annoyed. I would have been devastated. I would have been heartbroken. So, I picked myself up, got dressed up, and went out dancing with some girlfriends.”

“And?” Chuck said, knowing there was more to the story.

“Well,” Ellen said slowly, “a lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“But?” Chuck urged her on.

“I did let a Navy man know how grateful I was for his service.”

Chuck laughed. “Navy, huh?”

“Well, I was still a little annoyed at the army.” She looked him in the eye. “I’ve gotten over it, though.”

“Good,” he said.

“Jilt,” she said. “Four letters.” She picked up her pencil and filled in the squares.

He walked her home after breakfast.

“You know, we don’t have to go out to breakfast every week,” he said.

“Are you trying to get out of going to breakfast with me?” she asked.

“No, no,” he said quickly. “Just, if you have other things to do on Sunday. I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

She stopped walking. “Chuck, if I ever have something else I need to do on a Sunday morning, I’ll let you know. But if you every stopped wanting to go out for breakfast with me, I would feel something between annoyed and heartbroken.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” he said.

“No,” she agreed. She squeezed his hand, and they continued on their way.

#band of brothers #chuck grant #every beautiful thing #band of brothers fic #fanfic #ellen thompson #original character #every beautiful thing outtakes

[or-something-better]

June 2, 2022

((Second half of the 4 babies birth))

Ruby

Sees a car pull up behind Baby. Wonders what's going on

Dean

I look back and yell GET HER THE HELL OUT OF THE CAR! IT WILL RUIN MY SEATS!

Ruby

Reaching down I grab my satchel and check to see if my other items made it back with us. Thankfully Gabe had grabbed those as well. Taking one of the crystals, I look over at the other car.

Sam

No! There's a freakin storm out there, dude! Not putting her out in that!

Ruby

Deciding to add two crystals together for protection, I take out the Black Tourmaline and the obsidian.

Dean

NO COME ON CAN’T YOU GET HER OUT OF THE CAR FIRST? watching wide eyed thinking about the mess though it’s worth it to a point.

Sam

Dean! There's a storm outside! She can't go out in that!

Donna

FUCKNYOU DEAN!!! Nooo!!! Sweet  HELLLLLL

Charlie

turning to Donna ok momma angel this definitely isn’t what we planned but these babies aren’t giving us much choice. helps Donna into a more comfortable position

Ruby

Outside the car, buffeted by the wind, I watch the car approaching

Dean

I get that. And I am all for seeing the babies but in the car???

Donna

nods worried holding onto my archangel! Trembles!

Dean

No no definitely NOT the plan!

Sam

That CAR is what we've got! Get over it!

Donna

moves to put my legs up breathing heavily!

Gabe

crawling in  it’s ok belle I got you breathe darlin

Dean

SON OF A BITCH! WHY THE HELL DOES IT HAVE TO BE MY CAR????

Cass

appears next to Jody

Sam

Looking at the window, trying to make sense out of the tornado-like storm that is coming down on us

Ellen

Damn near jumping out of my skin Cass!!! What are you doing here?

Dean

Of all the cars... Why mine? Seriously??? That’s never gonna come out.

Ruby

The wind and rain pick up as the car gets closer

Cass

Sorry Jody grinning sheepishly  all of heaven heard about the birth and the disturbances are obvious thought I should get down here

Dean

Cass can’t you snap some plastic under her ass or something to protect the seats????

Donna

I hold you so tight! my love!!! I … I…. Groaning in pain!

Gabe

My claws won’t come out of your chest either if you don’t stop about the car Dean

Charlie

trying to calmly talk Donna through the contractions you got this Donna…. We are right here for you

Ellen

Nodding Yeah, slightly obvious

Dean

Fine but you owe me!

Cass

With all the fluids you’ve caused to soak the seat blood worries you ? There are looking at the seat numerous transferable diseases that you’ve spilled in your quest for love with another human being Dean

Dean

No there were no diseases thank you

Gabe

squeezing your hand tightly  it’s ok darlin I’m right here always pouring healing power into you

Ellen

As the wind picks up, a low howl fills the air! Pointing to the sky!! Tornado coming!!!

Donna

nods and trembles hard again as huge contraction washes over me

Dean

Everyone get back in the car!

Cass

The lightening was a dead give away

Ruby

Shouting over the gale force winds, I yell to the team, hoping they can hear me.

“The Vampires are here!” Standing beside the car, I brace myself against the wind as much as possible, and prepare to keep the vampires from reaching Donna and Alex.

Cass

Would you like me to draw them for you? You should have had your angel blade dean

Ellen

I thought it would be the immerse rumbling smirking

Gabe

Cass! Go help them I need to stay with Donna!

Dean

I get out of the car giving Cass an annoyed look SON OF A BITCH NOT A GOOD TIME TO HAVE BABIES OR TO HAVE TO FIGHT VAMPS!

Sam

The storm around us has become immense and it requires me to brace my feet and shove, before I can get the door open. Climbing out into the roaring winds, I can just see Alex off to the side of the car ALEX!! I move towards her to help drag her back into the front seat. No way she should be out in this kind of maelstrom in her advanced pregnancy condition. Alex! Stay Inside!

Cass

nods pulling my blade  care to dance Ellen?

Donna

Ohhhhhhh thank you baby!  a huge sigh of relief… but the need to push still there! I hold you close! And PUSHHHHHHH

Ruby

I see the car pull up behind the impala a short distance away and the doors fly open as the vampires pour out

Gabe

Dean have s going to kill us both

Ellen

pulling out my blade I thought you’d never ask

Ruby

"Heads up everybody!"

Cass

You can be very intimidating

Donna

I laugh slightly and push harder!!!!! ffffffffffff

Dean

get ready to fight to protect everyone

Ruby

Seeing a vampire coming toward me, I wait for him to get closer and sweep his legs with my right leg, making him fall to the ground. Then I take his head in my hands and twist, breaking his neck to immobilize him.

Ellen

Smirking We have work to do Feathers

Cass

heading in to fight the vamps cutting the head off one trying to protect the car and watch Jody’s back

Sam

Putting my weight into it I got the door shut just as I’m hit hard from the side. Stumbling back and barely keeping my feet, I can see the vampire that almost took me down as he struggles with the winds to come after me. Pulling the demon blade from my jacket, I hold it at the ready and meet him halfway.

Dean

I rush at the vamps pulling one out of the car cutting its head off and stabbing another as it attacks me

Charlie

looking at Donna with concern and trying to keep eyes around me almost there momma

Ruby

Watching the others with the vampires, I miss seeing one come up behind me. He puts an arm around my neck and proceeds to try to choke me. I teleport out of his grasp and then turn and punch him with the butt of my hand smashing his nose.

Donna

Where is Jodes????? holding onto my beloved!!!

Dean

another vamp jumps me from behind slamming me into the car DAMNIT! I flip it over my back throwing it to the ground and stab cut its head off

Gabe

Oh boy …. Belle is that …

Sam

Over the howling winds I can hear the sounds of fighting. I have no idea how many were following in the car, or if it was the only ride after us. Pelting rain is stinging my face and making it hard to keep my eyes open. When I’m grabbed by the shoulder, I slash with my blade more out of instinct than the ability to see my attacker and land a long vicious gash down the length of his arm. When he pulls it back, I’m able to get my blade to his throat and take him down to the ground, separating his head from his now twitching corpse.

Gabe

looking around ass deep in vamps right now protecting us with the others

Charlie

She’s keeping you safe… quite a bestie you’ve got there

Cass

dog piled by vamps using my blade a vamp grabs it rushing me

Dean

I’m jumped by another vamp and can’t get this one off me as I wrestle it and it knocks me to the ground slamming my head into the ground, I struggle trying to push it off me

Ruby

Coming up behind a vampire, I hit the back of his knee and take him down. Then I proceed to break both arms

Ellen

Feeling a presence behind, swings around and takes a vamps head clean off. And spins around to take out another!

Ruby

Rushing to Dean, I grab the vampire and try to pull him off

Dean

another one jumps you from behind stopping you

Sam

Struggling against the wind, I move along the car trying to use it as a blocker for the worst of it. As I make it to the trunk, one of the vampires goes flying right past me. When I spin around, I can see that it’s Ruby who has used her abilities to throw his ass. Ruby! Hold him still!!

Ruby

Using my demon powers, I throw off the vampire and then hold the other for Sam.

Charlie

I can see the head donna! Almost there!

Sam

While she keeps him from moving, I get close enough to stab him in the throat. When he grabs for his neck with both hands, I kick his legs out from under him and drop him to the ground. Before I can end him, I take a hard hit to the head and am thrown violently to the pavement landing face first. Blood immediately fills my mouth from a bite to my own tongue and I roll spitting it out as I try to get back to my feet

Ruby

I just my power to throw the Vampire down to the ground. While he's down I haul back and kick him in the face

Ellen

Running back to the car, I claim into Dean’s spot and grab Donna’s hand!

Sam

Just as I get my feet under me, I take a kick to the stomach and am back on the ground again

Dean

I kick the vamp off me and try to get up to take a hard hit to the back of my head and my vision gets blurry as I swing blindly trying to cut the vamp missing then get knocked off my feet and find myself back ok my back

Ruby

Using a round house kick, I return the favor and kick the Vampire in the gut.

Cass

smiting two of the vamps scrambling after my blade

Donna

I scream at the top of my lungs pushing as hard as I can! Grabbing my love sooooo hard!!!

Charlie

seeing the first of the babies heads out completely I look up Donna  head is out! One more push and you’ve got this

Sam

Reaching out my arm, Ruby helps haul me to my feet Thanks! And I turn to see Dean on the ground. Dean! Fighting against the winds I try to get to his side

Donna

I… I….

Ruby

Not watching my back, I feel an incredible punch near my kidney. It was off the mark and punches my rib instead. I feel a crack

Gabe

almost faints Belle you got this darlin

Ellen

Helps Gabe sit Donna up for another push

Cass

hearing the crack quickly heals Ruby rushing back in

Donna

No fainting! Lol

Charlie

Alex Yay! Baby time! C’mon donna!

Ruby

I go down to my knees, gasping. Remembering what we're fighting for, I force my legs to push me up.

Donna

I can’t…

Gabe

I need a drink or 12

Dean

I see you smite the vamps and I jump up in attack mode again, shaking my head trying to get my vision back, suddenly I’m blindsided and finding myself on the ground again as the vamp slams his foot down into my chest as I feel a rib break and sharp pains in my chest

Gabe

You can …. Think about how happy dean is going to be

Sam

The rain feels more like abrasive sand scouring my skin off. It was becoming harder to see anything, even close up

Ellen

Looking right at Donna I know it feels like it, but you’ve got this!! We’ve got you!!

Ruby

Thanks Cass! I tell him, though I doubt he heard with the wind howling

Donna

another contraction says otherwise as try… to catch my breath and … NOPE… I lean forward!

Cass

Dean! cutting down two vamps kneeling and healing Dean  there’s too many

Ruby

Looking around I go to the nearest Vampire and break a leg, watching him fall to the ground

Donna

holding on tight to my bestie and the love of my life I push as hard as I can!!!!

3 HUGE BOLTS OF LIGHTNING HIT AROUND THE. CAR!

Gabe

Just like her mommy

Sam

A huge bolt of lightning slams into nearby trees causing them to shatter like twigs and sending even more projectiles into the wind. Ducking, I make it to where Ruby has one vampire down and I cut it head off.

Gabe

taking off my jacket I hand it to you

Ruby

As the lightning bolts hit near the car, the electrical charge knocks me off my feet

Dean

Thanks Cass! I get up fighting again we have to keep fighting! Always keep fighting! I run at a vamp as it attacks Sam from behind, then I find myself pinned to car by a vamp SAM!

Ellen

Following suit with Gabe I hand Charlie my jacket For baby #3!!

Charlie

Thanks Jody!

Sam

Spinning, I see Dean being held down and I grab the vampire and pull him away

Gabe

pushing more healing power  you got this litter belle, you did 11 at once!

Charlie

I look around the impala and find a hoodie that belonged to Sam and one for #4!

Ellen

You’re welcome Charlie!

Gabe

That’s not Deans is it? According to Cass……

Dean

Thanks! as I take a breath then fiend off another vamp breaking its leg

Sam

Dean! This storm is too close! We need to find a way to get everyone out of here!

Charlie

Nope definitely Sam’s

A BLINDING FLASH OF LIGHT FILLS THE CAR!!!!!

Cass

climbs into the car checking on everyone covering my eyes as the flash happens

Donna

Forth baby appears!

Charlie

now wrapped in the flannel in my arms is a beautiful baby girl

Cass

opening my eyes…. Um …. blinking  this does not belong to me

Sam

Shielding my eyes from the bolt, I can feel the electric discharge burn the skin on my face. The lightening was going to kill us before the vampires could!

Donna

2 in CHARLIES ARMS …. 1 in Jodes and … 1 in Alex’s

Alex

I look down at the hoodie and I am holding a pretty baby girl with blonde hair aww Donna!!!

Donna

I’m passed out cold barely breathing!

Ruby

Dazed, I stand up and look around to see who needs help

Charlie

in Gabe’s jacket is a perfect baby boy!!! he’s so handsome Donna!!

Ellen

Looking down at the beautiful baby in my arms She’s perfect!

Dean

sudden bright flash of light blinding stops me in my tracks, and I forget about the vamps looking back at the car

Sam

Still spitting blood, I fall back against the car. Hoping to be a last defense to keep the vampires out

Gabe

Shit! Shit! Cass!!! Help me you Donna and Jody come with me taking the baby from Charlie holding donna, kissing you softly  hold on darlin ! Abracadabra  Ellen, Donna Cass and I vanish

Ruby

I run over to Sam to check on him. You ok?

Sam

Fine! I yell, holding my blade at the ready and hoping we can kill them all before its over

Ruby

They're so fast!

Klaus

appears smirking  miss me ?

Charlie

getting out of the car I grab a blade ready to help fight  I can’t say that I have

Ruby

Like rotten food

Klaus

You are all out matched I’m happy to watch all of you die

Sam

Shit! Seeing Klaus appear, I'm sure that this is the night we're all going to die. He was the last person we needed added to this mess

Charlie

If you’re here to help, do it. If you’re here to run your mouth, I can do without

Klaus

as a vamp runs by I hit it so hard it’s head gets ripped off its body

Ruby

Going to one of the vampires, I sweep his legs and twist his neck, breaking it

Charlie

my eyes go wide that’s one way to do it

Dean

What the hell are you doing here?!? fighting the vamps with Klaus next on my mind I fight and kill some vamps

Alex

Whoa!

Klaus

speeding towards 2 vamps I punch into their chests ripping out their hearts    I’m helping dropping the hearts on the ground

Sam

Even seeing it for myself, I can't quite believe that Klaus seems to be helping. Maybe he just wanted Gabe and Donna's new littles for his own plans. Moving between him and the car, I wasn't going to let him near them all.

Charlie

I watch Klaus with a bit of fear in my eyes and whisper to dean what do you think he wants?

Klaus

rushing towards at dean I spin around him grabbing the o. Coming vamp  these humans are off limits using my teeth to rip the vamps throat out

Ruby

very leery of Klaus, I give him a wide berth. Watching him in actions, I still can't believe he's on our side

Klaus

two vamps throw chains wrapping them around my arms pulling me backwards seemingly ignoring them hunters as they attack me falling to the ground as they hit bite and pull *

Dean

I fight off another vamp and get distracted by Klaus taking his out, then look at Charlie I dont know but I’m about the find out! as I get attacked by another vamp then see Klaus grab it ripping its throat out SHIT!

Ruby

Looking at Sam What do you think? Give him a hand?

Sam

No, stay with the car. He's after something

Klaus

a loud growl escaping my throat eyes turning yellow

Charlie

hearing Klaus I step back a bit

Ruby

I watch his next move

Klaus

Go! Help the angels! pulling the chains I slam the vamps together shattering their bodies and using the chains around my arms I use them to decapitate the remaining vamps turning to the team

Charlie

unsure of what I’m hearing I step back toward the car

Dean

I hear Klaus but run towards him

Klaus

dropping the chains and wiping the blood from my mouth  Children are off limits

Ruby

Following Charlie I go toward the car

Sam

No! Dean! Grabbing my brother's arm, I pull him to a stop Leave him! We gotta get everyone out of this storm now!

Ruby

Seeing Dean and his foolish idea, I head out to stop him

Klaus

winking at the team speeds off

Ruby

We need you here Dean, not in the morgue, again

Charlie

We have Donna to worry about! Come on already! I head to the impala

Dean

being grabbed by you No Sam I dont fucking trust him! tries to run after him

Alex

gets in the impala

Sam

Dean, Donna and Gabe NEED us! Grabbing @Ruby SPN's hand I pull her towards the car the vampires came in Come on!

Ruby

Come on Sam, We'll take their car!

Dean

Damnit Sam.... head to the impala as I see Klaus take off

Ruby

Getting in the passenger seat, I brace for the wild ride this is sure to be.

Dean

I look at the impala as I open the door DAMNIT why. It looks like somebody was slaughtered in the back seat! I get in and start the car

Sam

Getting in the driver’s seat, I get ready to follow Dean's car. Buckle up! This might get rough!

Ruby

Thinking he's probably right, I cinch the belt tight

Sam

Just keeping the car on the road was a trial, but I managed to stay close enough to keep the Impala's tail lights in view and that help guide me through the storm.

Charlie

sitting in the back seat I’ve put an old shirt of deans on the seat to sit on

Ruby

I brace myself by holding onto the Dash.

Dean

I start driving with Char and Alex Gabe where the hell are you!

Alex

sitting in the front holding on to the door

Gabe

appearing back at the bunker with Donna, Ellen SPN and Cass I snap my fingers and return the entire bunker back to normal, walking over and laying my belle on the couch  Jody keep an eye on her and the babies please  snapping bassinets into the room Cass you’re with me let’s go

Cass

handing the little girl to Ellen be right back

Ellen

Nodding and holding one of the babies You got it Gabe

Dean

come on GABE I need you to answer me right about now damnit where the hell are you???

Gabe

Dean we’re at the bunker, get here we quick Donna’s in trouble, we need Ruby, we need all of you

Ellen

Takes the baby that Cass gives to her and sits with Donna

Dean

on it I slam my foot on the gas speeding up fighting to see but my focus is on getting us back to the bunker

Sam

As the Impala suddenly jumps into hyper drive I know that something ELSE must surely be going on. Shit shit I press the unfamiliar car to even greater speeds, hoping it wouldn't blow up.

Gabe

start searching med bay

Cass

What are we looking for ?

Ruby

Careful Sam

Gabe

The chalice we need it Cass

Cass

nodding searching through the room

Charlie

just hoping everything would be ok…this was not what we had planned

Sam

Still spitting blood, I can't even let me focus off the road enough to answer her

Gabe

Ah ha! Here it is grabbing the chalice thank you Charlie!

Donna

fading in and out… breaths inconsistent!

Gabe

Rush back into the room with the chalice  come on come on where are they

Cass

I believe they are in the automobiles headed here to the bunker at speeds dean would describe as fun and Sam would describe as neck breaking

Ellen

Rearranging the babies my arms and hand I got Cass one, I help to prop Donna up

Dean

pull up outside the bunker barely getting the car into park, I jump out and rush inside GABE

Cass

You’re giving me a baby? I was under the impression from dean it was the other way around…

Donna

Breaths barely there

Charlie

seeing the bunker in sight I anxiously wait for the car to stop

Gabe

taking your hand DEAN ! In her! Where’s Ruby??

Ellen

Shaking my head Cass

Cass

No that’s my name you are Jody

Dean

She’s coming they weren’t too far behind me.....I think ...

Charlie

I run in behind dean and check on Donna, seeing instantly she wasn’t ok

Gabe

You think Dean we need hel ….she’s…..she’s fading…. I can’t….not like this….

Sam

Sliding to a stop just seconds after Dean, the tires of the unfamiliar car throwing a wave of wet rocks all along the Impala's side. Wincing, I knew that was just going to add to the injury Dean already felt about his beloved car

Ellen

Flat palms face and refocuses on Donna and the baby in my arms

Ruby

Jumping out of the car, I head for the bunker

Dean

They are right behind me

Ruby

Seeing everyone around the couch, I head for it. How's she doing? I ask

Dean

Gabe needs you

Gabe

Ruby!

Ruby

What can I do?

Donna

heart ….rate….slowing

Gabe

snapping a sheet of paper in my hands  we need this spell to keep her…..here… and in this chalice…. Please...help her a tear slipping down my cheek please

Charlie

I look to Ruby to see what I can do to help, Alex by my side

Sam

Following what's happening and trying to make sure I'm out of the way, but also right here if I'm needed for anything. I get a dish towel from the kitchen; I try to pinch the wound on my tongue to stop the bleeding

Ruby

I'm on it. Reading the spell, I call out I'm going to need Vervain, mugwart, sage and lavender.

Not waiting on the ingredients, I go Kneel beside Donna. I was thankful for the recent energy boost from the Moldavites the other day. I think I’m going to need it. Placing my hand above Donna’s heart, I begin a transfer of energy to her. This will help until I can perform the spell.

Charlie

I run to get the mugwort and sage from medbay and send Alex for the lavender and vervain. We rush back and hand them to ruby

Gabe

Guys help get please I’ve got her ! kneeling next to Donna my healing power doing almost nothing

Dean

I move over to donna HURRY UP WE ARE LOSING HER!

Ellen

I run around and try to help Charlie find ingredients

Ruby

Taking them from them, I grab an empty bowl and crush the ingredients. Taking the parchment, I perform the spell

O Hecate, donec super hoc mulier sana eam vulnera. Auxilium eius manere hic propter eius infants

Donna

not breathing

Dean

Damnit! grabbing the chalice Gabe why aren’t your powers working to heal her???

Ruby

Praying silently, I continue to send Donna energy as we wait

Sam

Feeling helpless, there wasn't a thing that I could do to help Donna recover from this. My anger at Gabe grew the closer she got to dying. Why did he keep doing this?! This was the second time we all had to helplessly watch as Donna slipped away. Babies were just not worth the risk in my mind

Charlie

I watch and wait. Wishing there was more I could do

Gabe

She’s not breathing!

Cass

Isn’t that important for humans ??

Charlie

Very!!

Gabe

It doesn’t work that way Dean! taking the chalice and starting to force Donn  to drink a humans weren’t meant to carry celestial beings, most, well all but Donna have died in labor the fact that she survives is a gift from an old friend of mine, of ours , but it has to be done specifically right! It has to! looking to my belle come in darlin, drink it, that’a girl come on Mia Bella, you can’t leave me…. I’m not good alone, I’m, I need you we all do the babies, the team, all of us…I’m

Dean

I’m sorry man. This has to work

Cass

Dean says you’re a dumbass

Gabe

Not helping Castiel!

Charlie

I wait almost holding my breath

Donna

chokes down barley and completely goes still!

Gabe

Come on belle, damn it wake up

Dean

I didn’t say that. Come on Donna

Cass

Of course not I just did

Alex

Donna! I worries please wake up I can’t lose you

Cass

She’s missing too ?

Donna

suddenly takes in deep gasp of air and my eyes pop open!!!

Gabe

You really are a baby in a trench coat letting out a sigh of relief taking your in my arms  BELLE!

Alex

Donna! I took my deep breath oh thanks god

Gabe

You’re welcome

Donna

holding you so closely breathing you in deeply! Mon Bete!!!! Oh thank Gawd!!!!

Gabe

You’re welcome smirking.

Ellen

Trying hold in my extreme excitement that my bestie has woken up!

Sam

Once it looks like Donna is going to make it, I feel the exhaustion and injuries and have to sit down

Donna

I smile and look into your eyes, kissing you deeply!

Alex

I wipe my tear babies are so beautiful and adorable

Gabe

kissing you back  careful don’t need you getting all excited

Ruby

Going behind Sam I start to knead out the kinks

Charlie

relieved that Donna is awake I head over and check each of the babies and they’re all perfect, 3 little girls and a beautiful baby boy. I check their hearts and lungs and they don’t seem to have any complications and I smile at the parents

Gabe

Are they ok Char? Can we see them?

Donna

I smile against your lips and giggle softly! oh you! my eyes sparkling looking into yours!

Alex

I smiles walk over to Charlie Donna and Gabe babies are adorable and Gabe what their name?

Charlie

nodding I pick them up one at a time and carry each of them over to the waiting parents of course, congratulations

Gabe

Yes gorgeous? putting my hands on your tummy my eyes glow and I heal you your body going back to pre pregnancy shape

Gabe

Thank you char taking two girls I hand them to mommy angel

Donna

Our babies???? How are they????

Gabe

holding one boy and one girl

Sam

Watching as Charlie delivers the babies back to their new parents

Alex

I walk over to donna congratulations donna Hugs careful

Dean

Thank Gabe. breath a sigh of relief

Gabe

Thanks bear. To be honest we’re working on the girls names still but this little guy, his name is Jesus.

Dean

Jesus... Fitting bro

Donna

breathing deeply and gasp in a soft pain but feeling 100% after! ohhhh gawd I love that!!! soft giggle!

Sam

That gets a chuckle from me That is a perfect name

Gabe

You’re welcome but tonight it’s thank all of you and @Ruby SPN  there are no words to thank you

Donna

Lol daddy picked it

Alex

You’re welcome and congratulations Gabe Careful hugs what happen to Klaus?

Ruby

You’re welcome, though, let’s not make this whole life and death thing a habit, shall we?

Gabe

Hellooooo son of God Klaus?

Alex

Is he dead?

Ellen

Smiling at the happy couple and squeeze Donna’s shoulder Congratulations bestie!

Charlie

I grin at the new additions and at the parents  congrats again guys they’re all beautiful babies

Cass

standing next to Ellen  I could use copious amounts of alcohol, you?

Dean

We have to be here for you guys you’re always here for us. And they are adorable I can’t even be mad about the car. They are worth it

Alex

I hear Cass and I chuckle

Gabe

No idea We will worry about him later bear

Ellen

Turning to Cass You ok is it Feathers

Gabe

I’m Char was wondering …..

Alex

Ok I smiles look over babies awww

Cass

Awwww you learned enochian

Sam

Is already worrying and wondering what's in it for him, by helping us

Donna

taking her in my arms and holding her so close. Hi baby girl! Ohhh Hi! trying not to cry!

Charlie

Yeah?

Ellen

See, I definitely need copious amounts of alcohol Chuckles

Donna

hugs! thank you bear bear!

Alex

You’re welcome donna I smiles

Gabe

Any chance you and Alex  could take the Littles while we get these guys and mommy home comfortably?

Donna

Ruby? …. Thank you so much Ruby!!

Cass

Your bar open?

Charlie

grinning if bear wants a sleepover I’m happy to! You know I love the kiddos

Donna

giggles! yessss that is true!

Alex

I look over Charlie want come over to my house to take care of kiddo and Olivia love to see you

Ruby

You're welcome. Get some rest!

Alex

Yep we can I smiles

Donna

Thanks so much Jodes! puts my hand on top of yours!

Ellen

Just finished restocking my home bar…

Donna

tears in my eyes! thank you so much Char!

Ellen

You’re welcome Donna!!

Cass

I make a mean fruity umbrella alcoholic beverage

Gabe

You ready mommy angel?

Donna

Awwww Dean! Thank you so much!!!!

Charlie

Always here for you momma angel

Ellen

Raising my eyebrow  Is that an offer Feathers?

Alex

I smiles

Gabe

We’re a lucky family belle

Cass

It is!

Sam

Really Beautiful Donna, your babies always are. Good thing they all take after you

Dean

You’re welcome love you guys and all the littles

Gabe

Love you too dean

Ellen

Then I’ll gladly take you up in your offer Winks

Cass

Congrats Donna and Gabe grinning flustered

Alex

Congratulations Donna and Gabe

Donn

Of course Ruby! 💛

Dean

Wait you actually saying it without being drunk or anything. . smiles

Gabe

Thanks bear Adrenaline

Alex

You’re welcome

Charlie

I walk over with Donna and Gabe to take a final look at the newest set of littles to join the family

Ellen

Smiles and giggles

Gabe

Don’t make me regret it

Donna

Gawd yes!!! I look around to the other babies!

Dean

Congrats again bro. Never bro

Alex

I walk over to Charlie and Donna and Gabe

Donna

beams at Charlie! I’m truly blessed!

Gabe

helping you up and holding two Littles Charlie, Ale grab on please

Donna

Beyond words!

Sam

I agree with that

Cass

Ready? I’ve been in heaven too long, I let rufus run things

Charlie

I put my hand on Gabe’s shoulder  let’s go

Gabe

nodding

Alex

I hold on to Gabe ready Gabe

Ellen

I’m so ready Cass I take his hand

 Gabe

Kissing Donna softly abracadabra we vanish

Donna

💛

Cass

smiling nervously we vanish

Dean

watch everyone vanish

Sam

As they vanish I let my head drop back onto the chair

Dean

Care to help me clean a car bro?

Gabe

appearing back at our house the kids stand ready to go

Cassie

We heard mommy are you ok ?

Sam

You know what stands up and slaps the arm of the chair I actually do. Make me feel useful, put me to work

Missie

Ooooh babies so cute

Alex

I smiles hey everyone

……………………………………

Sam

Filling up the bucket with clean water and dawn dish washing liquid, I grab a couple rags and head out to Dean's beloved Impala. As I open the back door, I can see a small stream of blood run out and onto my shoe Lovely Taking a deep breath I get to work, starting from the top down....wondering the whole time Why blood was on the ceiling

Dean

follow you outside and get to work opening the other back door, i take some sponges with and dip in the bucket of water and start scrubbing the seats, looking at the ceiling fucking really?? This is not cool but I’m glad something good came out of this. Better than vamp blood I guess... I’ve never seen so much donna in all my life....

Sam

Yeah...there certainly is a lot of it Just thinking about all of this, just hours ago, being actually a part of Donna, just added to my slow growing anger. Finally, I just couldn't not say anything Alright, you know what Dean...where does the "something good comes of this" bull crap come on, huh? This just seems really wrong, man. Donna almost dying over and over again.

Dean

I meant the babies Sammy. The babies are the good thing ok? Yeah,  we almost lost donna. And I am glad we didn’t. But they have 4 more beautiful babies out of it. I dont think either of them regret that. Not for a second.

Sam

Tosses the bloody rag back into the bucket and leans on my arms against the top Yeah, saw that. Once the crisis is over its all hearts and smiles and when can we do it all again. I just don’t understand it. This is the second time we've stood by and watched Donna almost not survive... how can Gabe keep putting her through that? How is he willing to take thar risk with her life? You heard him. Human women aren't supposed to live after carrying celestial children...I just don't understand hangs my head on my hands

Dean

dont know can love really ever be explained though? Remember it also takes 2 she does it too. You can’t forget that it’s not all Gabe bro. You can’t tell me that if you enjoyed having babies with one you love that you wouldn’t still do it even if it would risk her life. If you love somebody that much.

Sam

Absolutely I can...because I know what it's like to have someone I love die for no reason. Hell, more than one actually...nothings worth taking that risk. The odds are gonna run out sooner or later

Dean

Ok so you're perfect now? So you’re saying you aren’t gonna take any risks for anything? Like you have countless times? Dont be a douche nozzle Sammy. While I get where you are coming from I also kinda get them and they are gonna do them regardless. We dont always understand and it’s not really for us to understand. They will only be done when they decide they are done

Sam

Huh looks up at the sky I didn't expect the God moves in mysterious ways speech from you. But you're right, there's nothing we can do about it. Grabs the rag and gets back to cleaning blood and muck

Dean

You gonna say I’m wrong? They obviously know what they are doing in some weird creepy kinda way

Sam

Just because it’s turned out so far, doesn't mean that. I saw how freaked Gabe was...but whatever

Dean

I know you think I didn’t notice? Just I kinda trust that they will know when enough is enough and when to stop

Sam

That's wonderful Henry. It's a great way to express yourself. I hope all the things you're doing help you find your way back to it

Dean

Besides he now has a baby Jesus maybe that’s a sign?

Sam

I hope that you're right...I really do.

Dean

go back to scrubbing UGH. just hope maybe they wait awhile this time if they decide to keep going

Sam

can't keep the smile back or the chuckle yeah, maybe that'll do it

Dean

I mean she done basically died right before that because of Klaus. ... remembering that he’s still back on the loose, I hit my head on the impala as I jump up remembering... SON OF A BITCH!

Sam

You know that he didn't show up tonight just to help us... but I just can't figure out what he's after now. Other than the raw power those babies and all their Littles hold. Being inside Gabe Klaus saw all of it firsthand. He's gonna know just how to get through anything we can throw at him.

Dean

I know and I want to go find him and find out exactly what he has planned. I was going to go after him and you stopped me

Sam

And you'd just be dead now if I hadn't. I just lived through that reality once, we all did. So don't be in such a damn hurry to send us back there. You can't kill him, none of us can. We need to have a plan when we finally try to take him on. That white ash was the last hope.

Maybe we're gonna have to try something farfetched. Ruby mentioned time travel. We know Cass has been able to cause that in the past. Why couldn't we go back and get a whole damn branch?

Dean

Cass won’t go for it. Time travel messes with the space time continuum something or other remember we've dealt with that before when Zachariah and Cass came after us for changing things when we time traveled.

Sam

We'd only be taking a tree branch, doubt that would upset the global scale of things...I think it's one of the things we need to all talk over together. Maybe it won't work, but doing whatever we decide to try, we're better off together...not going off halfcocked all alone

Dean

looking at the backseat once more I start scrubbing the ceiling yeah this dawn and water shit isn’t cutting it Sammy. I mean it’s better than nothing but..... frowns at the stains

Sam

Yep, it's gonna leave a mark. Let me check online, maybe there's something that will take it out better

Dean

scrubbing the ceiling the best that I can

Sam

If you play your cards right, Gabe might clear this all up for you with a snap or a blink or a twitch of his nose. He repaired the Bunker in an instant. You DID save his newest babies

Dean

I can’t ask him to do that .. Not this time Sammy. We take him and his powers for granted sometimes too much. No not asking or expecting him to do it just sayin Sammy

Sam

Well, we'll do the best we can...there is always reupholstery

[1-800-iluvhockey]

ooo what about ig edit of hughes sister graduating from grad school (for pharmacy or physical therapy?)

this makes me so happy because I want to be a pt so freaking bad!!!!

(all photos are not mine, and the storyline is fiction!)

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y/nhughes6 - a few more sleeps until you can call me dr. y/n hughes, doctor of physical therapy!!! 7 long years are finally paying off! 💙💛💙🧡 #goblue & #gogators

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jackhughes86 - sista sista is a stunna🤩

trevorzegras - so pretty y/n!! 🥰

↳ y/nhughes6 - florida sunshine in grad pics >

lhughes_06 - so proud of my big sis 😎

quinnhughes_ - someone in the family has the brains to our brawn :)

_alexturcotte - BIG SIS IS ABOUT TO BE A DR!!! cannot believe that your dreams are finally coming true 🥰

↳ y/nhughes6 - almost all of them are!! still need to find me someone who can put up with me for the rest of my life LOL 💍

jackhughes86 - no you don’t

lhughes_06 - independent woman for life 😇

quinnhughes_ - no boys n/n

y/nhughes06 - mom, they want me to be alone for the rest of my life 🥲 @elblue06

↳ elblue06 - IGNORE THEM I WANT WEDDINGS AND GRANDBABIES !!! but congrats babe! it’s almost payed off <3

↳ y/nhughes06 - love you so much mama! 💞

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quinnhughes_ - proud brother moment. so happy for my sister on graduating grad school today!! dr. y/n hughes! feels like yesterday that I was teaching my little sister how to skate. congrats peanut, you deserve the world. 🤍

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elblue06 - my heart 💖

y/nhughes6 - jelly, now I’m crying 💜

↳ quinnhughes_ - dr or not, married or not, you are still my little sister and the peanut butter to my jelly 4L

jackhughes86 - the proudest little brother out here!! CONGRATS TO OUR 2022 GRAD!! 🧡💙

lhughes_06 - you know it’s not the same as it was 💔 but you are still my big sister and I’m SO DAMN HAPPY FOR YOU! DR HUGHES

quinnhughes_ - we are always in y/n’s corner

↳ y/nhughes6 - my twin flames ❤️‍🔥 and LUKE DONT MAKE ME CRY OVER HARRY STYLES AGAIN

↳ lhughes_06 - 😆

_alexturcotte - DR Y/N ELLEN HUGHES OF PHYSICAL THERAPY !!!!!!!! LFG

trevorzegras - HELL YEAH!!! and you guys are my favorite siblings ever

colecaufield - ALL GROWN UP WTH HOW

brockboeser - congrats y/n/n !! come work in vancouver (or for the canucks)

eliaspetterson - I AGREE ^^

↳ y/nhughes6 - may have to think about it :)

jackhughes86 - she is choosing nj or somewhere in the middle of van and nj….. right?! 😅

↳ y/nhughes6 - or have a career outside of hockey

quinnhughes_ - I love you but get out of my section NOW 😭

↳ y/nhughes6 - sorry bud :) but maybe BC….. the possibilities are endless ✨

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y/nhughes6 - call me dr. hughes 🎓 🩺 where do we go from here? 🌎

#graduated #2022

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ufdpt - congrats, dr. hughes!

↳ y/nhughes6 - thank you for a great 3.5 🧡💙

lhughes_06 - GO BIG SIS

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[randomshyperson]

Can I request a celebrity AU with Elizabeth Olsen and Female Reader? Where R is Vision in the MCU. And like throughout a series of interviews and behind the scenes shots, you can see how the two actually fall in love in real life. And in like the final interview they ask “Are you two dating?” And this time they can finally say yes

Hello darling, how are you? I hope well. This took me a while, and i’m not sure you’re even going to like it. But i hope you do. It was honestly kind of strange to write for Lizzie, i kept mistaken the name as Wanda. Also, i changed your idea a bit, because i could find the right way to write the interviews. But anyway, here it is. Good reading.

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader - Love is outside the screen

Summary: The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.

Warnings: None.

Words:  4.308 words  //// Read on AO3

Marks:  @wandamaximoffpuppy

Part. 2  || Part 3

Eight years ago

Your agent was calling you for the third time, and you thought you should answer before you lost your contract.

Letting out an impatient sigh as you reached for your cell phone, you left it on speaker.

- Hello, Sara. - You say with a slight irony as you relax your body in the water of the jacuzzi again.

- It's not polite to ignore someone who keeps you employed. - she said irritated, making you laugh.

- Sorry, but I told you I was on vacation. - You reminded her. - And what did you keep doing? Oh yes, calling me.

- Don't be so grumpy, woman. - She replied with a light humor in her voice, and you could hear the clatter of keystrokes, suggesting that she was working. - I have an opportunity for you.

You raised your eyebrows in curiosity, but said nothing. And by your silence, Sara kept talking.

- Tell me, have you ever thought about being a superhero?

You let out an incredulous laugh, thinking it was a joke. 

- I'm not going to make any weird latex movies, Sara. - You warn her, and she lets out a laugh.

- Actually, honey, it's Marvel.

You blink in surprise, and then turn to rest your arms on the edge of the jacuzzi and look directly at your cell phone.

- What are you talking about? 

- Ah, caught your interest, huh? - She remarks. - You actors are all the same, one famous name and you fall to your knees.

- Sara...

- No, it's okay. - She giggles. - They want a openly queer actress to play a lesbian heroine, I think. And then they called me.

- Wow, Marvel doing something like that? - You comment. - It sounds like a lie.

Sara giggles.

- It pays well anyway. - She says, and then a notification pops up on the screen. - I just sent you the script. Let me know if I can confirm your audition.

You let out a sigh before saying goodbye and hanging up, grabbing your cell phone to read the script.

It is the scene description of your character's appearance, and there is also a note for the chemistry test. You bite your lips thoughtfully. You were known in the media for roles in international, indie and cult films, mostly lesbian romance. You had a few academy nominations, and had been awarded twice by the critics. Superheroes were not really what you were looking for. But then you remembered how much you missed having a lgbt reference in media like this, and then you are sending a message to your agent confirming your audition.

//-//

Present

You are twiddling your thumbs in your dressing room. It must be the ninth interview in less than two weeks. Letting out a sigh, you stand up, momentarily looking at your appearance in the mirror. The make-up team did a good job, you look well. And then you are walking outside, to the dressing room next to yours. 

You knock on the door, and are soon answered. But Elizabeth doesn't smile when she pulls you inside.

- Hey, Lizzie, what's up? - you ask worriedly as you close the door. The next second she's hugging you tight, and you sigh. - You're anxious, aren't you?

- I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my mouth. - She grumbles and you start stroking her back, trying to calm her down.

- Remember that exercise we practiced, okay? - You ask her tenderly as you move your feet so that you move together toward the sofa in the living room. You break the embrace slowly, to sit Lizzie down on the couch as you kneel in front of her. She looks on the verge of tears, and you place your hands on top of hers. - Breathe with me, okay?

It will take you many minutes to calm her down, but you don't care. And then she smiles, and brings your foreheads together.

- Thank you. - She whispers before kissing you. She walks away too quickly in your opinion, but you can't say anything because the producer is calling you next, announcing that the interview starts in two minutes. You smile at Liz before getting up.

//-//

Seven years ago.

You had just finished filming your last scene in Age of Ultron when your agent called you. Scrolling your finger quickly across the screen, you answered while your cell phone rested on the table in your dressing room, and you kept your hands busy trying to pin up your hair.

- I'm leaving the studio, Sara, what's up? - you told her.

- I wanted to congratulate you on the affair, although I'm surprised it happened so quickly. - She says and you frown in confusion, finishing up with your bun. You pick up your cell phone next.

- What are you talking about?

Sara giggles, and sends you an attachment. You pull your cell phone away from your ear to look at it. It is a photo of you and Elizabeth, your teammate and romantic partner in the franchise, taken the same day you discovered Liz had social anxiety and took her out for coffee with you to take her focus off the celebrity world for a while. The paparazzi managed to capture the exact moment when you kissed her on the cheek in farewell. 

- This is all over the gossip sites as Marvel's mysterious romantic couple. - Your agent commented, and you rubbed your fingers across your forehead in irritation.

- You want me to publicly deny a relationship, is that it? - you ask, walking around the dressing room and gathering your things.

- What? No! This is great for advertising. - she says with slight excitement in her voice. - Especially after the movie comes out! Fans love couples who fall in love behind the screen.

You roll your eyes, switching your cell phone to your ear.

- I'm not going to make a relationship contract if that's what you're thinking! - You say with irritation and can imagine Sara rolling her eyes on the other end of the line.

- Yes, yes, we've been over this, Miss Morally Correct. - She scoffs lightly. - But I really called to talk about the premiere. We have details to discuss.

Sighing, you ask her to wait. Then you finished putting your things away, and grabbed the phone as you walked out the door.

//-//

Six years ago, California

Interviewers can be motherfuckers when they want to be, you thought as you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your face impassive as you watched the woman in front of you list the "missed moments" from the Avengers set. You knew that your agent had talked to the show's staff about the authorized questions, and yet here you were on live television, having to declare whether the timely photos taken on the Avengers set meant that you had a secret relationship with your best friend Elizabeth Olsen.

A slideshow was playing on the screen behind you. There were pictures from the footage, many where you and Liz were laughing together, or having lunch together. There were some where she was sitting on your lap, or vice versa. Your expression softened when you noticed one where she was looking at you adoringly. It was so strange to be an artist sometimes. You smiled politely at the presenter.

- Come on, Ellen, you know how these things are. - You said. - Things are different on camera, Lizzie and I are friends.

The audience let out a chorus of displeasure, and Ellen laughed lightly.

- You know that many of the fans would like this rumor to be true, especially since you two play a couple and you are openly queer. - She says, and you wiggle your fingers in your lap, uncomfortable with where this conversation is going, but you nod in agreement. - Furthermore, you say that the paparazzi cameras are deceiving, but what about the stories you post on your personal networks?

She asks with a chuckle, and then other videos are playing on the screen, and you force yourself to smile and watch.

The vast majority are harmless, and platonic. You spend a lot of time at Liz's house because when she moved in, you were her reference and tour guide, and so you got into the habit of checking up on her. And then you became friends and you spent more time at her house than at yours.There were many videos and pictures on yours and her instagram where you two were tending a garden, playing board games, cooking together, or watching sports.  You bit back a smile as you watched the memories through the images. 

- See?It's hard to believe that this is just platonic. - Ellen insisted again, and the audience laughed.  You tried to cover it up with a smile. - But since you claim to be single, we're going to play a game now. It's called "Who Would You Rather?

The audience applauded and you giggled, straightening your posture in your chair. And then the studio screen had a sign with the name of the game.

- It's very simple, you just have to choose which of the artists you would rather. - She explains, and you blink.

- Rather what?

Ellen lets out a giggle, and you understand, nodding in embarrassment. The audience laughs. The picture changes to two pictures.

- Who would you rather, Scarlett Johansson or Chris Hemsworth?

- Wow, that sounds like a trap. - You comment awkwardly, making the audience laugh. And then you bite your lips. - I think Scarlett.

Ellen gives you a suggestive look, and the audience chuckles, you force yourself to imitate them. The picture changes again.

- Scarlett or Sebastian Stan?

You laugh, smoothing your hair slightly.

- I don't know, I think Seb. - You answer. And then the picture changes again, and you want to run away when the audience gives a chorus of excitement.

- Sebastian Stan or Elizabeth Olsen?

- There it is the trap. - You comment clumsily, causing the audience to bust out laughing. You swallow dryly and look down at your lap before saying. - I'd say Elizabeth Olsen.

You played for a few more minutes, and then the game ended with you choosing Elizabeth at the end, which got the audience cheering and celebrating. When the interview was over, Sara was calling you, and you were massaging your forehead when you answered.

- I thought you said you two weren't dating. - She teased, and you grumbled in irritation. 

- I thought you had discussed these matters with the staff. - You retorted, slightly irritated. - She only asked me about Lizzie and dating the entire interview.

- Honey, you're America's sweet couple. - She sneered. - Ellen wants viewers and will ask the questions that the audience wants to know.

- That's ridiculous. - You said and then sighed. - Why did you call me anyway?

- I have your new shooting location, so get your coats and jackets ready.

//-//

Six years ago, Berlin.

You are laughing at Anthony's imitation of Robert. Sitting in the shared dining hall, you were having a good time over lunch with your other colleagues while you were recording Civil War.

And then you were in scene again, many minutes later, and you found it strange that the nervousness was crossing beyond your character during a specific scene in which you were counteracting with Elizabeth. 

You saw her laughing at a comment your character made, and you should have this expression of surprise and embarrassment, but you didn't even have to act it out. Your cheeks reddened naturally at the image of Liz laughing. And then the director said cut when you were done and you were rushing out to clean up your makeup.

Later that day, after the shoot was over, the team wanted to visit a local pub, and you accepted the invitation, ignoring the previous event, and smiling when Elizabeth touched your arm to get your attention.

- A toast to the Avengers! - shouted the camera crew chief when you were all gathered at the bar, you thought maybe he had had too much to drink, but you joined in the toast. 

You stood next to Lizzie and Chris at a table while sipping a dark drink that might have been craft beer, or something German.

Your cell phone vibrates with a notification and you choke in surprise at the content of the message. Sara had sent you a note from TMZ, stating that your secret romance with Elizabeth Olsen was threatened because you had been seen leaving a coffee shop with Katie McGrath. 

Chris and Lizzie look at you curiously, and you just lay your cell phone down on the table for them to see while you turn the entire glass of beer in your mouth.

- Wow, so your type really is super heroines. - Chris commented with a smile, and you laugh, pushing him away slightly. 

- I swear, I can't be seen talking to any woman that she is automatically my girlfriend. - You say irritated as you put your beer glass back on the table. Your gaze returns to Lizzie, who has picked up your cell phone from the table and is reading the news. Then she hands the phone back to you, and gets a strange look on her face that you can't read very well, but she forces a smile.

- At least you cheated on me with a pretty girl. - she says and you frown in surprise. Chris laughs at the joke, but before you could have any other reaction, the rest of the team is joining you.

//-//

Five years ago, California.

You gave up fighting the questions about your relationship with Elizabeth. They would happen anyway, whether your agent talked to the teams or not, so you just smiled politely when you told people you were just friends and remained truthful in your statements. 

Usually the interviews with Lizzie were easier, because you went into protective mode and your brain was ready to give sharp, snappy answers to keep Elizabeth from being embarrassed. 

So here you were on the Night Show, with one of your favorite interviewers, and your best friend by your side. Jimmy was asking good questions, and he was funny. You hoped he wouldn't ask anything too embarrassing.

After many questions about employment, and worldview, which was refreshing, he finally asked you about the rumors of your secret relationship.

- Girls, you know that the public wants to know. - He began with a smile, and you laughed lightly, exchanging a look with Lizzie. - And actually, we have arguments this time.

- Here we go. - You commented with light irony which made the audience laugh. 

Your latest posts on instagram were visible on the big screen.

- Last Tuesday, both of you posted these stories on your personal accounts. - Jimmy started with excitement. - And it rocked the internet completely, because the location was visible on your instagram, Elizabeth.

Lizzie let out an embarrassed giggle.

- Well, if the public's doubt is whether we were together there, they can confirm it. - She said, and Jimmy let out an excited exclamation. Lizzie waited for the audience to stop their celebratory chorus before speaking again. - But this was a special celebration, since it was my birthday. 

- And I took her on a trip to Mexico. - You completed the story with a slight smile. The audience let out a chorus of happiness and you looked at them in confusion. - Guys, friends do this!

Jimmy and the audience laughed for a moment and then the image came off the screen.

- Come on girls, you're giving us material. - He remarked with a smile. - And you're still going to deny the relationship like you always do, I imagine.

You and Wanda exchange a short chuckle.

- Look, Jimmy, all I have to say is that Lizzie is amazing, she really is. - You saw yourself confessing. - Anyone would be lucky to date this brilliant, spectacular, sweet, fun-loving woman. But that person is not me.

Jimmy lets out an exclamation of sadness along with the audience, but then they applaud your words, and you smile wryly. You risk a glance at Lizzie for a second, and she has slightly flushed cheeks, and looks surprised at your words.

You ignore the nervous feeling at the pit of your stomach, and decide to keep your posture polite as you answer the next questions.

//-//

Four years ago.

You had to kiss Lizzie. And then you shook your head. No, not you. Vision. Your character, Vision, had to kiss Lizzie's character, Wanda Maximoff. And you repeated this like a mantra as you walked from your dressing room to the set.

The day you read this scene, you smiled politely at your agent, and disguised any apparent nervousness. And then you spent the last few weeks pretending that if you didn't think about it, eventually the director would make a change and the scene wouldn't even exist. But here you were, trying to have one last drop of professionalism.

You weren't even recording the scene officially, it was just the rehearsal of lines and marking, and you had sweaty hands. 

As you walked through the studio, the staff smiled and greeted you, and then you spotted Lizzie and ignored the uneven beating of your heart.

- Let's get started girls. - announced Russo as soon as he caught sight of you. He signaled for you to follow the team's prearranged schedule. You smiled at Lizzie as you took your place. - We can test the order of the scene directly. I need to know which angle is best to have Vision ask Wanda to stay with her.

And then you started recording. And now you were Vision. There was no time to think about how naturally your hand fit into Lizzie's, or how good it felt to feel her hugging you. And then Russo shouted cut again.

- That's pretty good. - He commented, looking at the monitor. - Let's shoot the stone scene okay, then the action scene.

The scene started, and you said your lines the way you were supposed to. And then you were looking at Lizzie, and she kissed you as the script said. You held the sigh in your throat, and pulled away. Vision doesn't sigh, so you shouldn't either. And then you are smiling as written, and the director closes the scene again.

You were getting pretty good at hiding how affected you are by Lizzie the more you kiss her onstage. And then you wrap up the day's shooting, and you are mentally exhausted. You want to sleep in your dressing room, but you decide to go home.

And as you are walking back to your car, Lizzie calls out to you.

- Hey, partner. - She greets me by walking beside you. - Don't you want to go for a drink tonight?

You let out a sigh, ignoring the urge to shout that you would go anywhere with her, and thinking about how tired your body is.

- I'm exhausted, Lizzie. - You tell her, and she looks upset, but you add with a smile. - But I'll take it if it's something at your place.

Lizzie's face lights up quickly, and she nods, and then says she'll leave something in her car. She returns when you are already in yours.

- All set? - You ask to confirm, and she smiles and nods. And then you start the car and drive out of the studio.

Lizzie turns on the car stereo a moment later, and you begin humming the song.

- You've been distant lately. - She comments distractedly as you drive away. - You know you can talk to me, right?

You smile, ignoring the feeling in your stomach.

- Yes, Lizzie. - You say without taking your eyes off the road. - I'm just busy, that's all. It's nothing.

Lizzie makes a noise of agreement and looks away. You think maybe she believes you're not telling her the truth, and you feel guilty. So you decide to change the subject.

- How are things at home, Liz? Are Mary-Kate and Ashley well? - you ask, and she looks at you quickly.

- Everything's fine. - she says, and then she bites her lip. - Did I do something?

You frown, glancing quickly at her before looking down the street again. The light was red. And when you turn your head toward her, she lets out a sigh.

- You don't talk to me anymore. - She says seriously, looking at you. - Since Berlin, you're just distant. Always busy, and with ready-made answers. And now you try small talk, even though you hate it. I wish you would tell me what I did wrong.

Your heart is racing at the accusations, because she is absolutely right. And then you swallow dry, and prepare to speak, but then Liz is pointing ahead, the headlight has opened. And you have to drive, and she crosses her arms and looks away to the window.

You drive the rest of the way to her house in silence, and when you park the car in the driveway, she mumbles a goodnight before getting out. 

Squeezing the steering wheel in your fingers, you take a deep breath. And then you get out of the car, and the noise of the door opening surprises her because she turns to look. But you are walking toward her, and raising your hand to the back of her neck, bringing your mouths together. Lizzie chokes in surprise, but in the next second she melts against you as she kisses you back.

You part breathlessly, holding your foreheads together.

- I am in love with you. - You confess. - I'm sorry I was a complete idiot, but I was terrified.

Lizzie giggles, kissing you again quickly before hugging you. And then she is breaking the embrace to look at you, a shy smile on her lips.

- I'm in love with you too. - she says. - I'm glad that's the problem and not something else.

You laugh, and kiss her one last time before entwining your hands and walking toward her house.

You decide to take things slow, so naturally, two weeks later, you ask her to be your girlfriend over dinner. Lizzie smiles all night, but you know that if this is a secret, she can't wear the ring.

Public relationships mean contracts, and agents, and unwanted questions, and lots of opinions about your lives. And you two wanted to keep that to yourselves for the time being.

So when directors comment that your onstage chemistry is amazing, you two just nod and thank them. When the interviewers ask if you are together, you deny it as before.

The first time you sleep with Lizzie, you almost break the bed. And it's all right, because you two are laughing with happiness and pleasure, and she pulls you in for another kiss. And you entwine your hands, the commitment rings on your fingers.

A year and a half later, you are getting very busy with your participation in a youth series, and there are many rumors that you are dating your co-star, so Lizzie is jealous and you can't blame her. 

You decide that the secret cannot go on any longer, at least not to your friends and employers. So you talk to Lizzie, and you both call your agents. Sara laughs for ten minutes when you tell her, but she is happy to talk to Lizzie's agent. You are not public yet, but it is important that all parties are in agreement. You hate bureaucracy, but you don't mind as long as Lizzie's hand is in yours. Your friends are very happy, and the other cast members tease you constantly about it.

When you shoot the last movie, you think you are going to be fired because your character has died. But then you and Lizzie get a series together.

You try not to overthink how you will deny the rumors on television, but Lizzie kisses you on the cheek and tells you that you will face it together. 

It takes three more months for you to propose. You think your chest will explode with happiness when she accepts.

And then you are calling your agents again, and Sara almost faints when you tell her that you got married in secret at some registry office in the Caribbean and she needs to get the paperwork sorted out. When you get back to California, there is a small ceremony with your family members.

//-//

Present

You and Lizzie are sitting side by side in the interview. The questions about WandaVision are over, and now you know from Jimmy's expression what he is going to say.

- The last time you were here, I had only an instagram post as an argument for your secret relationship. - He says, making you, Lizzie and the audience laugh lightly. - But now I have talked to the production and they prepare a presentation.

- My goodness. - You remark, making him laugh. And then he waves to the big screen, and you try to disguise your nervousness.

A presentation of images began to play to the audience to the sound of "honeybee" by the band "The Head and The Heart". There are several studio shots, from photo rehearsals to behind-the-scene moments. There is a picture from the day you met, from the first cast test, from the Avengers taping, paparazzi shots of you laughing in the parking lot, or in the open areas. There are pictures of you walking around Los Angeles together, pictures of your rides, or your travels. There are clippings from instagram stories where you spend time together, laughing and hugging. The presentation ends with the BTS photo of WandaVision from the first day of recording where you have your arm around Lizzie, and the two of you are laughing.

You clear your throat away the emotion, but Lizzie wipes her eyes lightly.

- That was very beautiful. - She comments as Jimmy hands her a piece of tissue paper. The audience bursts into tears of excitement.

- I guess we can get to the part where you deny everything now can't we? - Jimmy jokes and you smile and straighten your posture.

- Actually, Jimmy, we have something to announce.

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Easter Dinner - In for a Penny

Easter with the Drysdale Family. Just Fluff.

(A/N: Sorry if you don't celebrate Easter but I do. I spend all day with my family and have dinner. - Ellen)

Word Count: 745

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*

To say I was freaking out was an understatement. Me and Ransom were having Linda round for lunch and I was unbelievably stressed out. 

After Harlan died and Richard’s affair was exposed, me and Linda had been getting along a lot better, but the damage done from before was still irreparable. The only reason I fully tolerated her was because of mine and Ransom’s children, Freya, Harmony and Daniel. 

They loved their grandmother and I would never keep them away from her. It was obvious that she didn’t want to make the same mistakes with them that she made with Ransom and the both of us appreciated that. 

However, not everything had changed. She was still fairly judgemental over the little things I did and cooking was one of them. I had refused to have too much help in the house. We had a nanny for when me and Ransom were working and a housekeeper so that when we were at home we could spend time with our children. 

In the kitchen, I had no help. I wanted to be the one to prepare meals for my children and husband. Linda did not agree. She believed that we should hire someone to cook for us considering that is all she had ever known herself. 

I decided to bite my tongue and not let her opinions ruin Easter. After all, it was nowhere near as bad as when me and Ransom first got married so I would take what I could get.

I heard her pull up into the driveway. As I went out of the kitchen to greet her at the front door Freya went running through. She’s four years old and has the cutest accent. A mix of both British and American with certain words sounding exactly like how her father says them. 

“Don’t run in the house sweetheart.” I gently reminded Freya as she ran towards the front door. She automatically slowed down after throwing a shy smile at me from over her shoulder. I reached the door from behind her and let Linda in. 

Linda stepped in the front door and picked Freya up, giving her a kiss. She then greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, again much more friendly than the greeting I used to get. 

Just as we were making our way through to the living room, Ransom came through with our two-year-old twins Harmony and Daniel on his hips. He looked so domesticated with our children in his arms. He gently smiled at his mother as the twins both greeted her too. 

“Dinner will be ready soon.” I informed Linda. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“Glass of red would be nice please Y/N.” Linda smiled at me although I could tell that it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

I nodded and went back through to the kitchen to finish serving. I made sure to make Freya, Harmony and Daniel’s plates first to allow them to cool off a bit while I served everyone else’s plates. 

*

Dinner went well. Linda even congratulated me on my cooking. Overall, today was a success. After Linda went home me and Ransom set up an Easter Egg hunt. 

We didn’t like our children to have too much sugar so instead of having sweets in each individual egg, we gave them one gift at the end. 

They were running around all afternoon, looking for the eggs and I felt my heart fill with joy, hearing the laughter fill our backyard. My smile widened even more when Freya came sprinting towards Ransom, shouting for him, before crashing into his legs. He picked her up as she started talking to him. 

“Daddy, look! I found all my eggs.” She exclaimed with a giggle. 

“So you did, baby! I’m so proud of you.” Ransom praised her. I smiled at them one more time before going to help Harmony and Daniel find the rest of their eggs.

It seemed as if the whole day went really quickly and soon me and Ransom were putting the children to bed. 

Laying in bed that night, I cuddled up to Ransom. “Thank you for today.” He whispered to me.

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“I never had this growing up but every year you bring traditions from your childhood to our children and there is nothing that makes me happier than seeing you four happy.”

I smiled at him. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

*

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 3)

i did not expect this to turn into more than just a oneshot, but here i am, posting a part 3?? and there’s more to come??? lmao, im a mess, having a million wips at a time, whatever. enjoy this DIRTY piece in the world of Harry and Actress!Y/N hehe!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 3k

warning: NSFW content (we are taking a dirty turn in this part babes)

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“But are you really sure you’re fine?” Florence asks for the millionth time over the phone. “You know, I could come over anytime, have a few drinks and forget about the idiots who decided you don’t deserve that Emmy.”

“I’m very sure,” you chuckle, sinking further down on your couch, kicking your heels off your feet. “It’s not a big deal.” “Oh it is, but you are trying to act all tough, though I know it bothers you.”

“I didn’t say it doesn’t bother me, but there’s nothing I can do about it,” you tell her truthfully.

“You know, sometimes I forget that you are this wise ass bitch, not some petty loser that I usually am.”

You snort at her words laughing loudly. Florence is by far one of the funniest people you know, she never fails to make you laugh, no matter what’s the situation.

“It’s sad that I didn’t win, but I’m fine. Really. Maybe next time it will be me,” you say, genuinely hoping this wasn’t your first nomination.

“Okay, I’ll stop bugging you, but call me if you change your mind and want company.”

“Thank you, Flo. Talk to you later.”

Once you end the call you let a long, heavy breath out that feels like you’ve been keeping in all night. Walking into your closet you stop in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, taking a look at yourself, still wearing the burgundy pant suit you wore for the award show. You were the only woman in pants all evening and you felt more powerful than ever. You’ve always loved to make a statement with your fashion choices and tonight you feel like you definitely succeeded in getting the message through: you are a bad bitch.

Stripping out of the outfit you hang it carefully before putting on some sweats and an oversized vintage t-shirt, feeling so much more comfortable already. Your hair is still in loose waves and you kind of like the texture, so you just leave it like that, moving into your bedroom to check up on some emails.

Cozied up under your duvet, laptop resting on your thighs, you start replying to some emails, updating your schedule for the next week. You almost don’t notice the text you get, barely catching the lit up screen from the corner of your eyes. Grabbing the device from the night stand you smile down at the series of messages from Harry.

“Bunch of idiots,” the first one reads.

“I’m suing them. All of them.”

“You looked fucking unreal by the way. Couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Biting down on your bottom lip you read the last one over and over again. It’s been weeks since your number landed in Harry’s phone and you’ve been texting nonstop since then. Whenever you pulled your phone out to check if someone had tried to reach you, there was always a text rom him waiting for you, making you smile most of the time.

“Thanks Xx,” you reply shortly, not sure how to react to his heated words of calling the whole Television Academy a bunch of idiots, though it surely warmed your heart.

“Enjoying the after party?” his next text comes fast.

“Nope, I’m home already. Didn’t feel like partying.”

“What?! You not winning is not an excuse to skip celebrating. You still got nominated!”

“Already celebrated that, so I’m out of occasions.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that. Text me your address, I’m going over with wine and takeout.”

His bluntness in flirting and shooting his shot has been amusing to you since the moment he sat next to you on The Ellen Show. Harry Styles doesn’t shy away to try and show his attraction, or at least not towards you.

You hesitate a little, not sure if you want him here, but something deep down in your guts is telling you that you definitely want him to come over, some dirty thoughts already popping into your mind, but you are quick to get rid of them.

You send him your address and he tells you he’ll be over in twenty. You use that time to clean up a little around your apartment. You left in kind of a rush earlier, being a little late with your glam team, so you didn’t bother to leave the place in a decent state. It doesn’t take long though to clean up the mess and checking the time you see that you still have a little time until Harry arrives. As you walk past one of the mirrors in your hallway, you take a look at yourself, debating whether you should change or stay in your comfy homey outfit. At last you drop the idea to put on a different outfit, not wanting to look desperate when Harry arrives.

Not long later you get a notification from downstairs that a so called Mr. Styles has entered the building and is heading up to your floor. Running a hand through your hair you walk over to the front door and opening it you stand there, waiting for the elevator to arrive. When the familiar ding hits your ear you notice how your heart skips a beat upon seeing him walk out.

“Hi,” you smile at him holding the door open for him. He looks amazing, as always, wearing a pair of brown high-waisted pants with a loose white shirt tugged into it, a teal denim jacket topping the outfit. He looks comfortable, but still well put together, something you have always admired in his style.

“Hello, Love,” he smiles back at you and pulls you in for a short, one armed hug before walking fully inside. “Didn’t know what stuff you fancy, so I got a bunch,” he admits with a chuckle, holding up two plastic bags completely stuffed.

“You really shouldn’t have,” you shake your head at him smiling as you lock the front door and lead him into your open concept kitchen.

“But I should have,” he argues, setting the bags down to the counter, packing out everything he brought.

Three bottles of wine, all of them different kinds, snacks, both sweet and salty, topped with an insane amount of Chinese takeout that could feed a whole family, not just two people. You put the wines into the fridge though you know they won’t get chilly enough by the time you open it. Turning to Harry you smile at him shyly, only just now realizing that he is in your home for the first time.

“Want a tour?” you ask, pulling your shoulders up to your ears.

“Would love that,” he smirks and lets you lead the way.

The modern apartment in Manhattan has been your home for a little over a year now. One of the first things you invested into once you started earning like an A-list celebrity. It’s spacious, you did the interior over once you bought it, formed it a little more to your taste. You walk Harry through the living room, the three bedrooms from which one is yours, the others function as a guest room whenever a family member of one of your friends needs a place to stay. There are three bathrooms in total, a study room that’s always a mess, your desk filled with scripts and books most of the time, but Harry tells you it suits your vibe.

“And this here is my wardrobe,” you end the tour, flicking the lights on in the walk in closet, probably your favorite part of the place. It’s bigger than your bedroom, but it’s exactly what you and your passion for fashion needs.

Harry curiously walks inside, his eyes immediately stopping on the burgundy pant suit you wore earlier that night.

“This, Darling, was an excellent choice,” he smirks over at you, his fingers dancing over the soft fabric of the pants.

“Felt amazing in it,” you nod smiling.

“I bet you did,” he chuckles softly.

The two of you head back to the kitchen and sit at the kitchen island, roaming through all the food Harry has brought. A short silence comes over the room that’s broken by Harry first.

“So how are you really feeling about tonight?”

“I’m fine,” you shrug, but then feel his hand on your knee that’s closer to him and your eyes flicker over to him, his gaze burning down on you intently.

“No, I’m asking fo’ real. You don’t have to mask your disappointment.”

Licking your lips you look back at your plate filled with dumplings and you start to just poke them around with the chopsticks in your hand.

“Of course I’m disappointed. Who wouldn’t want to win? But there’s not much I can do about it, right?”

“Still, you shouldn’t push it all down.”

“I’m not the type to rage very publicly, if you haven’t realized that,” you chuckle, diverting your eyes back at him, catching a soft smile on his lips.

“That I know of. Miss No Beef,” he teases you, even though you could pretty much say the same thing about him. “I was properly screaming at the screen when they said someone else’s name over yours.”

“Yeah?” you chuckle.

“Mhm. I was rooting for you big time.”

“Well,” you sigh turning back to your plate. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Nah-ah, none of that crap, Y/N,” he protests right away, dropping his chopsticks to his plate as he slides off his stool, stepping closer to you, one hand lying flat on the counter, while the other one finds the underside of your stool and he easily turns you so you are facing him, your knees involuntarily parting so he could stand between them. “I’m not letting you think of any less of yourself because of some stupid award.”

“The Emmys are not stupid,” you correct him, but it seems like he doesn’t even hear you, staring down at you with a smug grin, his hand moving from the stool to your waist.

“Mhm, they are. They made the most talented and beautiful woman think she is not the best of all.”

You can’t push down the smile that tugs on your lips as you watch him slowly lean closer. Heart beating faster, you let him do whatever he has on his mind, not finding the will to push him away. Not that you want to do that, you’d be stupid to say no to this man.

“Who’s this woman we are talking about?” you breathe out with a teasing smile. Harry smirks back at you, his hand squeezing your waist gently as his other hand moves up to the base of your neck, his thumb running along your jawline.

“The woman I’ve been fantasizing about lately.”

A desperate whimper tries to escape your lips, but you bite it back in time, feeling so lost how much effect he has on you with just a simple sentence.

“What are these fantasies about?” you find yourself asking as he leans closer, his nose brushing against yours.

You’re aching for his lips, to feel him touch you everywhere. You want to come undone under his hands and the breaking point where you won’t be able to mask up your desperate feelings is threateningly close.

“I’ve been thinking about making her feel real good. Watch her fall apart under my touch,” he murmurs lowly and this time, you can’t hold that moan back. Your lips brush against his, but he pulls back smirking, not kissing you.

“Fuck,” you breathe out when you feel his hand move from your waist to your stomach, cheekily teasing you as he is drawing circles around your belly button over the soft fabric of your shirt.

“Can I touch you, Y/N? I really want to make you feel appreciated and good. Will you let me do that?”

Not able to find your voice you whimper out something that’s close to being a yes, but it’s not enough for him and while you are losing touch with what’s really going on, Harry is very much enjoying seeing you like this, all for himself.

“Use your words, Love. I wanna hear you say it.”

“Yes!” you choke out and luckily, he doesn’t waste any more time.

You feel his lips connect with your neck as both his hands work on the waistband of your sweats, pushing them further down a little before his right hand taps on the top of your lacy underwear, the one you wore under your suit tonight, the one Harry definitely thought about when he first saw you through his screen.

You gasp when his hand slides into your underwear, fingers finding your sensitive bud of nerves, pressing down on them softly. You desperately turn your face, eager to meet his lips, but he pulls back for your dismay.

“Not now, Love,” he tells you and though the words sting a little, you don’t have much time to dwell on them when you feel his fingers slide back and forth between your soaking wet folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you?” he smirks while you’re trying to breath evenly, though it’s quite the challenge.

His lips return to your neck and your hands fly up to grab onto the back of his neck and shoulders, his fingers teasing you around your hole, not entering just yet. You start buckling your hips, desperate to get him take the next step and he is surely enjoying the show you are putting on for him.

“Ready to feel good?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, hands grabbing onto his hair roughly and a loud moan escapes your lips when he pushes two of his fingers inside you.

“Fuck, this feels so nice,” he groans, lips nipping on the soft skin under your ear. He is quick to take up on a pace, moving his digits in and out, his thumb circling on your clit, adding that extra magic most men always forget about. But not Harry, he is eager to please you the best he can and if you weren’t sitting, you’d be on your knees for him by now.

“Yeah, tug on my hair, Darling,” he growls, his voice sending chills down your spine as you tighten your grip in his hair just as he asked, while you feel your climax building up.

He picks up his pace, curling his fingers inside you every time he thrusts them in, making you almost see stars. Your legs fly around his waist, ankles crossing above his bum as you bring him closer, and a whimpered groan bursts out of him, probably because his erection just got squeezed against his hand by your action, his nonstop moving hand now stuck between your heated core and his throbbing member. When his head pulls back you quickly look at him, about to ask if he is alright, but he just presses a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth as his unsaid answer that he is perfectly fine.

His forehead comes to rest against yours as he adds a third finger, making you moan his name in ecstasy. Your mind is starting to completely shut down, the sensation of utter pleasure taking over your whole body as you can feel your orgasm just a few thrusts away.

“C’mon, Love. Let it go for me,” he mumbles, his free hand sliding to your back so he keeps you flushed against him, your heaving chest touching his upper body with each drawn breath.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you pant, eyes screwed shut, tipping over the edge of your climax. “Please don’t stop!” you beg whining.

“Never, Darling.”

And he keeps his words. He keeps going and going until your walls close up around his slick fingers and your thighs tremble around his waist. You tug on his hair once again, pulling his head back just enough so your eyes meet right when you come undone. His fingers keep moving a little longer, bringing you down from your high before the last wave of your orgasm dies down and you are brought back to reality.

When his fingers slide out of you, the feeling of emptiness makes you breathe out in dismay and it brings a smile to his lips as he licks his fingers clean and you swear that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, watch him taste your pleasure on his own fingers.

Glancing down you see the very visible bulge in his pants and you reach down to return the favor you just had the pleasure to get, but his hands wrap around your wrists stopping you, your eyes snapping up to meet his.

“Not now, Love. This was all about you. I’ll be fine.”

“But—“ “No,” he cuts you off shaking his head gently. “Seeing you like this was more than enough for me.”

Biting down on your bottom lip you feel yourself blushing at his words, the whole situation that just went down dawning on you just now. Harry really did just finger you on one of your kitchen stools and it was one hell of an experience for sure.

When your gaze wanders over to his lips you remember how he refused to kiss you and now you actually have the chance to pay more attention to this tiny detail.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” you ask him, legs falling from his waist as he goes to sit back on his stool. He glances at you, a soft smile on the lips that never touched yours.

“I wasn’t planning to do this, but I just couldn’t stop myself. However, I’m still trying to be a gentleman, so I won’t kiss you until I’ve taken you out on a proper date.”

“I can’t believe you,” you chuckle shaking your head at the absurdity of what he just said. “So you are fine fingering me shamelessly, but you won’t kiss me without a date?” you ask, rephrasing his words.

“That’s right,” he nods, his smile growing into a smirk now. Shaking your head you turn back to your probably cold plate of food, chuckling to yourself.

“Harry Styles, you are… something else.”

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A Good Guy - A Solangelo One-Shot

Summary: Will might be a lot of things. And among those things, Will would dare to say that he’s a good guy. But when it came to Nico di Angelo, would he ever be good enough, though?

Word count: 3900 words || Rating: Teenage and Up Audiences || Read on AO3

Notes:

1. Based on the song "good guys" by LANY 2. My contribution for @after-everything-pjo-zine project. Check out other fics (each fic is accompanied by great fanart so you just HAVE to check it out) in the zine here.

***

Will might be a lot of things. And among those things, Will would dare to say that he’s a good guy. And he would proudly say that it’s because his family raised him to be one. His Mama made sure that he never forgot to say please, sorry and thank you, and his grandma taught him to respect people. Even though Apollo wasn’t around to be an ideal father as Will was growing up in Tennessee, his grandpa showed him how to be a Southern gentleman.

So yeah, he might come across as a young man who with a sassy attitude. But heck, Will knew that he was a good guy. And he’s proud of that.

But here’s the thing. Here’s a thing about being a good guy. Being a good guy might sound like it’s a good thing to do. But being a good guy also sometimes meant that you’re almost as invisible as a wallflower. Because even though you’re good, there were always be better guys. And one thing that Will learned about being a good guy? Good guys never win.

***

“It’s been almost two weeks, you know,” Will said as he kept his eyes at the monthly medical report that he (pretended) to be reading.

“Two weeks since what?” Kayla asked, but didn't bother to pretend that she's actually interested.

“Since Nico went for that quest, remember? Something about Persephone’s parrot or something?” Will said, still trying to keep his eyes at the notes. Because he knew that Kayla might still see the worry in Will’s eyes. (Sometimes it’s almost scary, how his siblings knew him too well).

“Oh? Really? Has it been two weeks yet?”

“Almost,” Will said, decided to leave the detail that it’s actually has been 11 days and since Nico had left the camp early in the morning and now it was almost dinner, it’s been almost twelve freaking days since Nico left the camp for that stupid quest.

“I mean, of course, it might be nothing but well, I thought it was supposed to be a short, simple quest?” Will continued. “Usually if it’s just this small quest, it never took him this long before. Usually it would just be like, three days, five, at the most, and like, a week if he took a detour to impulsively do something unnecessary, but never this long.”

Will lifted his head and turned to look at Kayla, who didn’t seem to share the same worry as Will. Her eyes were still fixed on the glossy pictures of the magazine that she was looking at. A non-committal hum coming from her was the only sign that she was (kind of) listening.

Will tried to focus on the lines of writing in front of him, but the letters were all jumbled and he couldn’t make himself try to read anything. His mind was too busy thinking about different reasons and scenarios of why Nico wasn’t back yet from the quest.

“Do you think I should ask Chiron about it? Probably he’s heard from Nico, y’know. Like, maybe something came up and I don’t know, maybe Chiron knew or maybe even Rachel got a vision or something, or-“

“Or you could have just contacted me, Solace. Pretty sure that it doesn't hurt to try IM me”

Will stood up and spun to face the direction where the voice was coming from. He did it so fast, he got dizzy because of it. It took him two seconds before his eyes could fully focus on Nico di Angelo, who was staring at him. His face looked nonchalant, but his eyes glinted with amusement.

“Uh, hey,” Will greeted, gripping the desk as he suddenly needed to get a hold of himself. “You’re back.”

Nico gave him a single nod, brushing away some strands of hair from covering his eyes. “Yep. I just got back.” He shrugged his shoulders before continuing. “Thought I’d drop by here before I report to Chiron.”

Will tightened his grip on the desk, trying his best to hold himself from closing the distance between him and Nico just to pull Nico into his arms.

“And uh… What brings you here?”

The emotional part of him wished that he was the reason why Nico came straight to the infirmary after the quest. But the rational part of him shushed him. That damned rational part of him told him that hey, it was him who wanted to see Nico, not the other way around.

Nico kept his eyes at Will and there was something in those dark eyes that Will couldn’t really put his fingers on.

“I thought you wanted me to have a check-up every time I got back from a quest?”

Of course.

Will tried to ease the dull pain in his heart by giving Nico a small smile. “Yeah. Of course. Need to make sure that you won’t fade into the shadows again, huh?” Will let out a nervous chuckle. “I mean, I am your doctor, and a doctor only wants the best for his patients.”

This time Nico stayed silent as he nodded. Will gestured to a nearby cot with his chin.

“Now, if you could just sit down over there, please?”

Still saying nothing, Nico strode to the cot and quickly sat there. Will took a deep breath, mentally telling himself to be professional, and let it out in a long exhale. He made his way to where Nico was waiting for him.

The check-up was a regular one. And there was nothing new about how touching Nico made stupid butterflies do some stupid dancing in his stomach. He ached to ask Nico questions about what happened in the quest and why it took so long. He wanted to know whether Nico ever thought of him while he was on the quest the way Will kept on thinking about him while he was away. He wanted to listen to Nico talk to him, with that slight accent that made his voice so melodious, almost like he was singing.

But it would only scare Nico away.

So he kept his eyes at the board where he jotted down the notes about Nico’s vitals.

“So, uhm… This quest was a bit longer than usual, huh?” Will asked, almost proud of himself that his voice sounded normal.

Nico hummed as he put his jacket back on. “Yeah, we had an unexpected encounter with some empousai. Luckily, David is unexpectedly good at fighting.”

At the mention of the name, Will lifted his head up. “David? You mean the new camper? That Athena kid?”

Nico nodded. “Yeah. For someone who never held a sword before, I have to say that I’m impressed.”

A strange, nauseating heat flared inside Will’s stomach. “Really?”

“Yup. In fact, I promised to give him an extra lesson in sword-fighting tomorrow.”

That strange heat swirled even more inside Will. He stretched his lips into a lame attempt to smile at Nico.

“Oh,” Will said. “Nice.”

“In one way, he strangely reminded me of Percy, you know? The way he held his sword.” And Nico continued talking for a while about that stupid new guy. Will listened, humming every now and then just to show Nico that he’s listening.

Half of his mind wished that the harpies would find that David kid to be a nice target for their dinner. The other half of his mind scowled at him for having that kind of evil wish.

“Okay. Everything looks good. Just make sure that you drink enough water,” Will said as he wrote the date and signed his name on the bottom part of the report.

“So I can go now?”

Will nodded. “Yeah, you’re free to go now,” he answered as he walked back to his desk to put the record in the folder.

“And you’re not even offering to walk me back to my Cabin like a good Southern gentleman?”

Will spun on his heel quickly. He stared at Nico with wide eyes, thinking that he might have been hallucinating.

“What?”

Nico snorted and slid down from the cot. “Never mind. I need to report to Chiron first anyway.”

Will blinked, and it took him a full two seconds before he had his voice again.

“Nico-“

But Nico was already one step away from the door. He stopped and looked at Will over his shoulder. The left tip of his lips curled up, just slightly, forming a ghost of a smile. He gave a two-finger salute to Will.

“I’ll see you around, Solace.”

Not waiting for Will to answer him, Nico stepped away. And just like that, he’s out of sight.

Will stared at the open door. There is this hollowness inside his heart that he couldn't explain. Like he just missed a chance.

He always thought that he’s a good guy. Or at least, he’s trying to.

But would he ever be good enough, though?

***

“What are you doing here?”

Lou Ellen’s voice startled Will.

“Me? Uh…” Will scrambled to pick up the book that he just dropped and showed it to Lou, like he was trying to prove something. “I was reading!”

Lou Ellen stared at him with a glint of amusement in her eyes as she gave Will the Look. The ‘don’t-give-me-bullshit’ Look.

“What, am I not allowed to read in peace?” Will said, a bit defensively.

“Hey, it’s cool dude,” Lou said. “In fact, it was nice to see you somewhere else aside from the infirmary,” she added.

Will relaxed a bit, going back to lean his back on the tree.

“I can see why you choose this spot. It’s much quieter than the infirmary on your busy days,” Lou said.

Will hummed.  His eyes flickered to the far left, to the clearing a few yards away, just for a split second before he opened his book.

“And the view from here is also… decent.”

Lou Ellen’s tone made Will quickly look up again at the daughter of Hecate. She’s now grinning at him, like she just figured something out.

“How long have you been spying on those two?” Lou asked, gesturing with her chin to two demigods in the clearing who seemed to just finished sparring.

Will gaped at her. He blinked and quickly shook his head. “What? No! I’ve told you, I was reading here!”

But Lou Ellen didn’t seem to care about Will’s reaction as she waved at the demigods in the clearing.

“Hey, Nico! David!”

Will’s eyes widened in horror this time as he turned his head around, only to see that Nico and the new Athena kid walked towards them.

“Lou!” he hissed in annoyance.

Lou Ellen just gave him a teasing smirk. “What?”

Will groaned and quickly stood up, his book abandoned on the grass as he unconsciously ran a hand over his wild locks.

“Hey,” Nico greeted. “What’s up?”

Nothing’s up aside from his heartbeat, Will would like to answer. But of course, he kept it to himself as he tried his best to school his face into a relaxed, nonchalant, I’m-just-chilling-here expression.

“Nothing much,” Lou Ellen shrugged her shoulders. “You two are sparring together here? Why? Is the arena too mainstream for you?”

The new Athena kid gave a half-smile as he brushed off some hair from covering his eyes. “It was my request, actually,” he said. “I just want to have a...” he waved his right in a vague circular motion, like trying to find the exact word to say. “A more… realistic view when fighting a monster?”

That didn’t really make sense to Will. But it seemed to be an acceptable reason for Lou Ellen as she nodded at him.

“And has Nico been a good teacher for you?” Lou Ellen asked.

Will didn’t miss the way Lou gave him a quick glance.

David’s half-smile turned into a full one. “He is!” He turned his head to Nico and smiled at him, like he was pleased at Nico. “Thanks for teaching me, Nico. You are very good at sword-fighting.”

Nico returned David’s smile with one of his small smiles. A smile that could have filled Will’s chest with warm air. But since he’s not at the receiving end of that smile, it turned Will’s chest into lead instead.

“Anytime. It was a pleasure.”

“You will teach me more, yes? And ah… We also need to talk more. About football.”

This was the first time for Will to really listen to David talking, and he couldn’t help but notice how David’s voice had quite an accent. Especially when he pronounced football, the way he stretched some syllables.

Nico’s face lit up. “Yeah! We should! I know that Cecil played football! Right?” His eyes darted from Will to Lou Ellen, like asking for confirmation.

“Cecil? He does. I can take you to talk to him. Come on,” Lou Ellen quickly pulled the sleeve of David’s shirt and led him away from the other two demigods.

Will watched the backs of Lou Ellen and David who were walking away from them. He could feel nervousness starting to creep in on him as their voices slowly faded away, as he realized that he’s now alone with Nico.

Not that he hated to be with Nico. It’s just… this wasn’t his plan. He wasn’t prepared. And Will hated it when things didn’t go as he planned. He hated it when he was unprepared.

“David played football,” Nico said just when David and Lou Ellen disappeared from their sight.

Will angled his neck to look at Nico. “And when you said football, did you mean soccer?”

“I mean football,” Nico answered, turning on his heels a little so now he was facing Will. “The real football.”

Will snorted and slid down to sit on the grass. “They’re the same,” he said, leaning his back on the tree.

Nico followed Will, sitting on the grass. “It will always be football for me,” he said. There was a melancholic tone lacing his voice. And it made Will wonder, maybe it’s something that Nico used to play. In the streets in Venice, when he was just a kid who had no idea that Greek gods and goddesses were real.

“We, David and I, we were talking about playing here. I mean, it would be great, you know? David said he played midfield. I’m usually,” Nico paused, but quickly continued. “I mean, I used to play as a striker. If we can connect well, that would be really cool.”

Will closed his eyes while his stomach churned with a strange, unpleasant feeling. So, not only was this David kid good in sword-fighting, he’s good in soccer too?

“Do you play too? I mean, you can be the goal keeper. I guess you would be great. I mean, you’re tall and it would be a great asset for a goalkeeper.”

Will huffed. Stuck between the goalposts while watching Nico and David scoring goals? Yeah. No, thank you.

“We’ll see about that,” Will said, still with his eyes closed.

For a while, none of them said anything. Will opened his eyes when he heard Nico sighed. He turned his head, watching Nico stand up. Nico brushed his pants, and gave Will a small smile.

“I’ll see you around, Solace.”

Will wondered why that smile looked a bit strained, but returned it anyway. “Yeah. I’ll see you around.”

He watched as Nico walked away.

Someone would be a good guy for Nico, he thought. And even though Will was a good guy, maybe he just wasn’t good enough. So of course, someone would be a good guy for Nico. Someone else. Not Will.

***

Will didn’t even know why he was here, standing awkwardly near the table where the food and drinks were.

Oh, yes. Because Cecil and Lou Ellen practically dragged him here, to this stupid Halloween party organized by the Aphrodite Cabin.

It’s not that Will disliked Halloween. And it wasn’t like he hated Halloween parties either. What he didn’t like, was seeing Nico talking with David at the other corner of the room. Just looking at the sight made a strange, nauseating fire flame inside of him.

“Pining over di Angelo again?” Lou Ellen nudged him on his shoulder.

“Yeah. How long are you going to act like this Will? Playing it cool while we all know how you wish you’re the one talking to di Angelo instead of David?” Cecil joined Lou Ellen in interrogating Will.

Will only rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you guys are talking about,” he mumbled, and took another sip of Coke from his cup. He tried to watch the campers who were dancing in the middle of the floor. Some kids from the Hermes cabin somehow got a hold of speakers. And of course, with a little help from the Hephaestus kids, the party had a cool sound system that was now playing pop music.

Lou Ellen sighed. Will stole another glance at where Nico was standing. David was leaning a little to whisper something at Nico. The proximity between those two made it a little bit harder for Will to breathe. He wondered what it was that David was telling Nico. But then Nico turned his head to Will. And no matter how cliché it might sound, Will’s heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. Will quickly looked down to the floor.

Next to him, Lou Ellen clicked her tongue.

“You know what? I can’t take this anymore. It’s been MONTHS. This has got to end tonight,” she said. Ignoring Will’s protest, she grabbed Will’s wrist and pulled him along with her, walking towards Nico and David.

A few seconds later, Will was standing with a flustered face in front of Nico and David.

“Hey, Nico, David! You guys enjoying the party?”

David gave that half-smile again. “Ah, yes. The party is nice.” He angled his neck just a bit so now he was looking right at Will. The half-smile subtly transformed into a knowing smirk. “And you? You… You are the healer, yes? Will?”

Will forced himself to smile politely at David. “Yeah. That’s me.”

David gave a single nod. “Nico talked a lot about you. A lot of good things.”

Will blinked. His eyes darted to Nico, but the raven-haired boy looked away from him. Still, his cheeks were a dark shade of red.

“Is that Cecil over there? I think I want to talk to him,” David suddenly said as he pointed at Cecil with his chin. “Lou Ellen? Come with me?”

Lou Ellen grinned as she nodded and made a 90-degree turn on her heels. “Yeah, come on, David. Let's leave these two idiots.”

And just like that, they left Will again, standing awkwardly less than two feet away from Nico.

“Uh… I didn’t expect to see you here,” Will said.

Nico turned his head at Will, an eyebrow slightly raised up. “Oh? I thought you were the one saying that I need to work on my social skill.”

Will gave Nico a small smile. “Yeah. So. Good to see you here, then. I mean, for your social skills and all.”

Nico stared at Will. And there was just something behind those dark eyes. Something that Will couldn’t put into words. Something that made him unable to look away.

“Aren’t you going to ask me to dance, Solace?”

The question got Will off-guard. Of all the questions in the world, it’s probably the most unexpected one.

“Huh?”

Nico held his eyes at Will’s for another second, but then he looked away. “Never mind,” he said, half-mumbling. His cheeks blushed again into dark cherry color.

“But… do you want to, though?”

Nico’s head turned back to Will. “Want to do what?”

“Dance? Do you…want to?”

Nico bit his lower lip and he looked down for a second. When he looked up back at Will, his charcoal eyes were soft.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On who’s asking me to.”

Will’s heart started to jump around in his chest.

“What if it’s me asking you?”

The eyes that were staring back at him were now smiling.

“Then I guess, it depends on the song, then.”

Will’s heart was probably doing some crazy somersaults right now, but his lips curled up without him even thinking about it.

“Well, it’s my favorite song that they’re playing right now. I hope it suits you?” he asked, carefully offering his hand.

Nico’s smile was as soft as the look in his eyes. And the moment their fingertips touched, Will’s heart soared high and suddenly his chest was filled with warm, light air.

As Will led Nico to the floor, he thought about how long he has been wanting to do this, to hold Nico’s hand in his.

They swayed along with the music. Nico’s left hand felt perfect in his right hand. Will’s left hand rested on Nico’s hip and Will couldn’t care less about the other people dancing around them.

“Your dancing is better than your singing,” Nico said, a playful smile on his lips.

Will chuckled. “My grandma said a real Southern gentleman must know how to dance. And I remember my Mama dancing with me when I was a kid.”

“Your Mam raised you well, I have to say.”

Will hummed. “I’m a good mama’s boy, I can promise you that.”

“I can see that, Will. Everyone can see that.”

“See what?”

“That you’re a good guy.”

This time Will held his eyes at Nico. “I try to be,” he said. “But… Would I ever be good enough for you?”

Nico huffed. “And you said I was the dense one.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Nico stopped, but his feet kept on moving. He sighed. “Gods, do I really have to spell it out to you?” He asked, sounding exasperated as he looked away from Will.

Hope bloomed inside of Will and he grinned and oh, how he wanted to shout and laugh. He took his hand off Nico’s hip so he could gently cup Nico’s cheek, guiding him to face him back.

“Do you mean you like me?” Will asked.

“Well, do you like me?”

Will chuckled and he could feel a stupid smile creeping in. “Why do you even have to ask?”

Nico shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Because you’re nice to me but you’re also nice to everyone? Because you don’t seem to care even if I talk about someone else? Because you…” Nico stopped again and shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe because I just…don’t know?”

Will squeezed Nico’s hand just a bit tighter. “I was just… I was just afraid that I’m not good enough for you.”

Nico rolled his eyes. But his lips twitched, like he tried to hold back a smile.

“You’re a good guy, Will. You’re a good guy to everyone. But sometimes I hope that you can be my good guy.”

It’s like a thousand birds were singing inside of Will now as he felt like he was floating in this bubble of happiness.

“Then I’ll be yours, Death Boy.”

Will wrapped his arms around Nico, and pulled him into his embrace.

“I’ll be your good guy, then. I’ll be your everything.”

Nico pulled himself a little away from Will. He looked up at Will and the light in his eyes was like the most beautiful star in a dark night.

“Everything?”

“Everything. Anything you need.”

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All That Was Good 

A/N: One of my many versions of "What if Jamie and Claire both passed through the stones before Culloden?" stories. This came about just this weekend and my brain would not stop until I wrote it down and shared it with you all. I know the 20-year separation of Jamie and Claire is one of the most used plots in the Outlander-verse (I, for one, am all for it) so here's my wee contribution to it! I'm bad at summaries but hope you like this wee one! As always, your comments and suggestions are very much welcome.

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This cannot be it.

As their hands moved closer together to touch the stone, Claire’s heart was feeling a million emotions but her mind was clear with just one thing - Jamie.

This cannot be it.

In the three years they’ve been together, neither of them could’ve known just how much they’d mean to each other, depend on each other, care for each other, let alone, love each other - so deeply and passionately that they were willing to change history if it came to that.

This cannot be it.

“Goodbye, Claire” she felt his breath and lips in her temple as he pulled her closer to him by the waist, desperately trying to keep themselves together for as long as they could and engrain the memory of their bodies molded as one. And in the middle, was the miracle they prayed and hoped for who will never know his father and grow up with a family he deserved.

This cannot be it.

Her fingers can almost feel the roughness of the stone surface and the journey that will follow after. She wanted to turn her head and see his face one last time, beg him to release her from her promise and let her stay in this time. But time was running out. In the last seconds, Claire made her wish known again and again.

Me. Jamie. Our Baby. Our Family. Anywhere. Anytime. Together.

Me. Jamie. Our Baby. Our Family. Anywhere. Anytime. Together.

Me. Jamie. Our Baby. Our Family. Anywhere. Anytime. Together.

Claire expected the deafening buzz that usually came with the stones - but what was new was the blinding light that suddenly seemed to emit from it. She wondered if Jamie could see it since he couldn’t hear the buzz and she  got her confirmation when she heard Jamie exclaim a “What in the devil..?!” just before everything went black.

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The journey to the stones is never easy. It feels like you're being taken apart and then weaved back together. It really takes a toll to the body.

Claire stirred to someone stroking her hair. Once her mind was a little bit more awake, she took a mental stock of herself. She felt whole, alive, and for some reason, she was sitting in some armchair with her head laid down on the table.

She slowly opened her eyes, cautious just in case she got affected somehow by the last light she saw and to prepare herself to know the aftermath of this trip.

“Thank Christ!” was the first sound she heard. “Are ye alright?"

Her mind raced, she needed to respond. In another effort to finally face her reality, she lifted her, fully opened her eyes and saw the two most worried ocean eyes boring straight into hers.

Her eyes widened at the sight before her. Impossible.

“Ja - Jamie?” she softly called out, a hand unsure to touch his face.

“Aye, tis me, Claire. Do ye remember me? I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me” he replied.

“Jamie, oh my god!” her dizziness forgotten, she quickly stood up as Jamie did too and they held each other so tightly she was sure she couldn’t breath.

She pulled away and started inspecting every part of him she could. “Are you alright? What happened?!”

“I don’t know. All I remember was I brought ye to the stones, we we’re about to touch it when a light beamed through. Next thing I knew, I woke up leaning by that shelf, wearing this clothes, and saw you passed out here.”  Jamie shared.

“So you did see the light too! I haven’t experienced or seen that before so I thought it could’ve been just for me but...here you are.”

“Here I am” he said simply.

As their dizziness wore off and their mind became more rational, they needed to investigate fast on where and when they were.

Claire was wearing a white sleeveless shirtwaist dress, almost similar to the one she was wearing the first time she went through the stones, while Jamie was wearing a navy blue knitted shirt tucked in light brown fitted trousers.

They were definitely not in the 1740s anymore.

They were in an old scottish cottage, though obviously renovated and restored, with most of the items inside looking museum grade. A sign hanged up wrote “Old Leanach Cottage” and below it in smaller letters were the words “Culloden Moor” .

They were at Culloden.

Lastly, together they gravitated towards a notebook, a visitor log, and found that the year was 1948.

They were in Claire’s time.

Stunned and a little bit confused, Jamie and Claire looked at each other as the shock passed through them.

Impossible, indeed.

Claire and Jamie had more questions than answers and the place they currently were seemed different that what Claire was used to so both of them are pretty much out of place until they knew more about their present lives.

“Whatever this is, whatever has happened” Jamie’s firm voice broke the ice. “We’ll figure it out together.”

“Okay.” Claire replied. The unknowns were endless but with the strength of having Jamie by her side, there was nothing much to fear. “Of course” Claire nodded surely and then leaned her face to Jamie’s for a single deep kiss.

There’s always something that stirs between them whenever they kiss and they both smile at the fact that that feeling hasn’t gone away. Whatever they need it to be, it will be that. And right now, this kiss was a kiss of love, gratitude, comfort, and security.

Just as they were to pull away, they heard voices outside the cottage call for them.

“Jamie, Clare, are you guys finished?” a man’s voice asked.

Surprised by the interaction, Jamie’s first action was to protect Claire. His hands automatically reached out to his side where his sgian dubh always reside but he grasped for nothing in the air. Another reminder that they were in a different time.

“Jamie, those voices…”

“D’ye know them, Sassenach?”

Claire shook her head. Her mind was swirling - the voices we’re so familiar, she was sure she knew them - but she couldn’t put a name or a face.

“Come on, you two! Chop, chop! We still have a 3-hour ride ahead of us.” a woman’s voice followed.

“Should we just head out and see?” she asked. Jamie shrugged in agreement, took Claire’s hand, and led them out of the cottage.

Nothing could’ve prepared either of them for what was to happen next. They were both frozen in place as a couple turned around and in front of them is Henry and Julia Beauchamp.

“There you are!” Julie exclaimed. “What took you so long? We thought you’re only signing the visitor’s log book”. She noticed their confused looks, and slowly reached out a hand. “Are you guys...okay?”

Without another thought, Claire gravitated towards her parents and pulled her mother to a tight embrace and cried.

“Mama” Claire said softly.

“You haven’t called me that in a long time” Julie replied, hugging her daughter back. She pulled her daughter back when she felt a wetness in her shoulder. “Why are you crying?”

Claire didn’t reply but went to her dad and hugged him just as tight.  “While I do love this,” Henry began, “I’m not sure what’s going on.” He patted her back, “Claire?”

“I’m sorry, I…” Claire started to think of an explanation while wiping her eyes and fixing herself up. “I just missed you so much”

There was so much more she wanted to say, just in case this was all a dream, but her last words summarized what was at the core of it all.

“I know, we missed you guys too. It’s been almost a month since we got together and this is a little overdue. Do you think you can make it back the car, though? I really don’t want to miss lunch.” Henry teased.

“Let’s go! I don’t want to be late. You know how strict Brian and Ellen are with the lunch schedule. Last time we missed it, there were hardly any food left.” Julia followed.

It was Jamie’s turn to feel more disbelief. “I’m sorry, what?” He didn’t know how we found his voice but, at the moment, his mind had  life of its on and the words came flying out.

“What do you mean ‘what’? We’re on our way to see your parents at Lallybroch, James.”

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