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hookedonapirate · 2 years

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A Date for the Holidays (and everyday too would be nice)

Summary: Tired of the constant backlash from her family about being single, Emma finds herself striking an arrangement with a roguishly handsome stranger at the mall the day after Christmas. Now she won't have to be alone for the holidays. Emma and Killian agree to be each other's dates, no strings attached, no commitment, no pressure. Just two friends getting together to appease her annoying family and get his brother off his back. It's the perfect setup really...until sticking to the holidays isn't enough. What happens when they both want more?

A/N: So I watched the Holidate the other night and couldn't stop thinking about how much fun it would be to turn this into a CS fic. So here we are. This probably won't be too long, I'll be getting back to my wips soon, just needed a break, but probably 4 or 5 chapters or so. Hope you enjoy! Thank you to the ladies on Discord for your encouragement and enabling ;-)

Thank you to the lovely @veryverynotgood for beta reading and at the last second! You rock!

Catch up: Ch 1 // Ch 2 // Ch 3 // Ch 4 // Ch 5 // Ch 6 // Ch 7 // Ch 8 // Ch 9 // Ch 10 // Ch 11

Chapter 1

The Arrangement

Emma hates Christmas.

Actually, she hates all holidays, but she especially hates Christmas.

No, hate is too kind a word. She detests Christmas.

She detests the expectations that always accompany this stupid sham of a holiday. Having to dress up, because if she wears jeans and a t-shirt, her mother greets her at the door with, “This is what you wear to Christmas dinner? Don’t you even own a dress?” instead of asking how she’s doing. Having to plaster on a fake smile, even though she’s completely miserable and dying inside, otherwise her father will ask her, “Why the long face, princess?” Not to mention the entire ridiculous gift giving-process—racking her brain for months, trying to figure out what to get everyone, waiting until the last minute and having to fight the crowds of other last-minute shoppers and standing in ridiculously long lines to buy gifts no one ever appreciates, anyway.

Oh, and her very favorite thing about Christmas—receiving backlash for being single, because apparently, it’s a crime these days.

“Why didn’t you call Walsh?” Emma’s cousin, Anna, asked, to which her husband, Kristoff, added, “He seems like a nice guy.” Maybe, but only if you’re a customer at Wizard of Oak.

“It’s been six months since that jerk cheated on you; you gotta get out there,” said Elsa, who lost her husband three years ago and hasn't been on a single date since then. But she has two kids, so she's off the hook.

And her own brother, Leo, teased her— “You know it’s a holiday when my sister shows up alone”—right before he proposed to his girlfriend of five months. Their parents are so unbelievably proud.

Which is just fucking perfect because now Emma's the only person in her family who either isn’t married or doesn’t have kids.

Even her Aunt Rubes didn’t show up at Christmas alone; she brought home the mall Santa.

“You’d be surprised by the quality of men you can meet at the mall,” Aunt Ruby said with a Cheshire cat grin.

Emma cocked her head and pursed her lips as she watched Ruby’s date fill his plate to the brim like he hadn’t eaten in days. But judging by the size of his gut, he clearly had. “I don’t think I would be, actually.”

Aunt Ruby rolled her eyes. “Relax, it’s not like I’m going to marry him. He’s just my holidate,” she said casually, taking a sip of her wine as though she didn’t just say the most ridiculous thing ever.

Emma raised her brows. “Holidate?”

“You know? A date solely for the holidays. No commitment, no expectations. And no more spending another holiday alone.”

“Huh.” Emma nursed her hot cocoa with cinnamon and whipped cream, mulling over her aunt’s tactics. She didn’t think it was a bad idea, actually...if you wanted to bring a strange man home to eat all your food and be around the little ones.

Aunt Ruby turned her head to look at Emma and smirked, her eyes lighting up with an idea. “Want me to see if he has a friend?”

Emma cringed. “Thanks, but I’ll pass.”

And it turns out, being thirty doesn’t help much either.

In fact, now everyone has it in their heads she’s letting herself go. Okay, so she likes to binge on chocolate and junk food, but she’s always had a high metabolism and her job as a bail-bonds woman keeps her in shape. But apparently, her mother thinks being thirty means everything Emma eats will go to her hips, because why else would the woman buy her pajama pants twice as big as last year’s?

So now Emma’s at the mall the day after Christmas to return clothes that could fit a freaking whale, not looking forward to waiting in a long line of people trying to return their unwanted gifts, or fighting with the manager about getting a refund instead of an exchange since she doesn’t have a receipt or the tags.

Damn.

Emma can already see the line at JC Penny as she rises on her tiptoes and clutches the PJs to her chest, trying to see over the throng of people.

She huffs and makes her way over to the customer service line, not even caring if she bumps into anyone; she just wants to get this over with so she can go back to her comfortable, messy apartment, change into pajama pants that won’t fall from her waist, sip on hot cocoa and snack on all the candy and treats she pocketed from her parents’ house at Christmas.

“Son of a bitch!” The word tumbles from her mouth when someone not only crashes right into her but also spills their green juice all over her blouse.

“Bloody hell, love. I’m so sorry.”

The deep, velvety accent probably would’ve made her melt and set her skin ablaze if the beverage wasn’t so fucking cold.

And if that’s not bad enough, when she lifts her pajama pants to assess the damage, there’s juice all over the clothes she was supposed to return.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” When she lowers the clothes in her arms, her head snaps up and her angry eyes connect with the most ridiculously gorgeous blues she’s ever seen in her entire life, and some of the anger sizzling in her blood magically disappears and morphs into pure shock, her mouth falling open as the obscenities disappear from her lips.

Holy. Fuck.

Dark, artfully mussed hair, scruff on his chin and cheeks, chiseled jaw.

And his eyes. Those eyes seem to be tracing every inch of her, and her skin heats under his gaze.

And is he really checking out her boobs?

Seriously?

He’s handsome, though; she’ll give him that. No, handsome doesn’t adequately describe him.

Gorgeous.

Beautiful.

Greek god.

Nope, she definitely isn’t attracted to him.

Absolutely not.

“Crap, how am I going to return these now?” she asks, irritation lacing her words as she holds up the ugly flannel pajama pants.

An amused smile flirts with his lips, his eyes full of mirth—the same eyes that are still awkwardly staring at her chest, blush coloring his cheeks.

Like, what the fuck?

He looks up, his eyes searching around as he throws the empty cup into the nearest trash. He places his hands on her arms, making her breath hitch as he lifts her arms, pressing them against her chest.

“I think you have bigger problems to worry about than returning your pajamas.” He places his hand on her back, once again making her breath catch as he urges her forward.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s called trust, love. Try it.”

She sighs and moves in the direction he’s taking her toward. “But I don’t even know you.”

“I don't know you either. And yet I’m trying to help you out. But you’re more than welcome to walk around the mall like that.”

“Like what?” Her brows are furrowed in confusion as she peers down at herself. Her eyes blow wide and her cheeks flame when she realizes she’s wearing a white t-shirt with no bra and her nipples are poking out underneath the layer of green. “Oh my God.”

When they reach the restrooms, he pulls off his black leather jacket and plaid overshirt, offering the shirt to her. “Here, take this.”

She eagerly accepts it, and the man takes her pajama pants, holding them while Emma enters the ladies’ room. When she looks in the mirror, her jaw drops to the floor. She looks like Shrek with tits. She dashes into a stall, peels off her green shirt and cleans up before pulling on the plaid and buttoning up over her bare breasts. She tosses the green shirt into the trash and exits the bathroom, her eyes shooting daggers at him. “What the hell? Why can’t you watch where you’re going?” she asks, taking her pants back and walking away from him.

He follows behind her and falls into step beside her. “I said I was sorry, love. But you ran right into me before I could move out of the way.” He chuckles. “You were pretty determined to get to that return line.”

“Yeah, well, you should move quicker next time.”

He nods. “You’re right. Next time I see a beautiful woman marching toward her destination with fire and determination in her eyes, I’ll roll out the red carpet.” He mocks her with a bow, flourishing his hands. “All hail the Queen.”

“You’re funny,” she says sarcastically. “But that will not fix my pants or pay for the shirt I just threw in the trash.”

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. “How much were they? I’ll pay for them.”

“I’m not taking your money. I’m not that desperate for cash.”

“Says the woman returning her Christmas gifts.”

She scowls at him. “How do you know I got them for Christmas?”

“It’s either that or you stole them from a lumberjack.”

She snort-laughs. “Well, thanks for having faith that I wouldn’t stoop that low.”

“You’re welcome, love. So, if I can’t pay for the clothes I ruined, then how can I make it up to you?”

She looks around, her eyes lighting up when she spots the pretzel stand, “You can buy me a pretzel.”

He chuckles, obviously amused all she wants is a soft pretzel. But it doesn’t take much to make her happy.

They get in line, and he orders her a pretzel, not even getting one for himself.

“Are you sure you don’t want a bite?” she offers once they leave the pretzel stand.

He raises a hand in refusal and shakes his head as he tucks his wallet inside his back pocket. “Nah, I don’t eat that rubbish. Do you know what that stuff does to your body?”

“Uh, yeeeeaaaah.” She pops a small bite of the soft cinnamon-coated goodness into her mouth as they walk around the mall. “It fills me with warm, delicious happiness like Christmas used to...before I grew up. Ironically enough, I still sit at the kids' table.”

He arches his brow at her. “How come?”

“So I don’t have to constantly be ridiculed for being single while trying to stuff my face with turkey.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Oh, it gets worse. Let’s see, my brother, who’s ten years younger than me, proposed to his girlfriend, so now I’m literally the only one in my family who is either single or doesn’t have children. Even my aunt, who is a self-described man-eater, had a date for Christmas. In fact, I caught her getting her cookie licked by the mall Santa.”

He clears his throat like he’s trying to clear the image she implanted in his head. “That’s a festive visual.”

Her face twists as she takes another bite of her pretzel. “Seared into my brain like a bad tattoo.”

“You think your Christmas was bad. Try wearing an ugly Christmas sweater while selling bait and lure to men on Christmas who have nothing better to do than go ice fishing and tell a complete stranger their entire life story and the best way to clean fish guts off a boat.”

“That doesn’t sound half bad, actually. If I worked on Christmas, I wouldn’t have to be reminded of how single I am, and every single person in my family wouldn't be trying to set me up with someone.”

“I’d rather spend Christmas with family and sit by the fireplace watching Christmas movies.”

Emma looks at him curiously. “How come you don’t then?”

“Because I don’t have much family to spend the holidays with. Just my brother. Our parents died when we were young.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Guilt washes over her as she realizes she’s been complaining about her family and how lonely she feels when his only family is his brother.

“Thanks, love. I just wish I had an excuse to not have to work on the holidays.”

“Why do you need an excuse?”

“Because my brother’s the owner, and he runs a tight ship. He says if I don’t have any plans, I have to work.”

“Your brother sounds like a pain in the ass,” she groans, tearing off a piece of her pretzel.

“You have no idea.”

“So why don’t you just make something up then?”

He shrugs. “And do what? Sit at the bar and drink my sorrows away?”

“You could find a date,” Emma suggests, as though it’s an obvious solution. But she knows more than anyone, finding someone who’s not a complete tool like her ex is not as easy as it sounds. But maybe that’s just her experience. This guy looks like he probably has hundreds of women lined up at his door. Not all of them may be gems, but his odds are most likely better than hers.

“With whom? I don’t have a girlfriend, love,” he says, looking over at her bashfully, the tips of his ears red as he scratches behind one of them.

She swats his shoulder. “Oh, come on. A good-looking guy like you can’t get a date?” She regrets her words as soon as she says them, knowing he might let them go to his head. But who’s she kidding? He definitely knows how good he looks—the guy has to have a mirror.

The cocky smirk he flashes her as he jabs a finger at his chest tells her he definitely knows. “I am devilishly handsome. But I don’t want to find a girlfriend solely for the purpose of not having to work on the holidays.”

“You could get a holidate.” The words spill out of her mouth before she even realizes what she’s saying. But she recalls her aunt in a similar situation—not wanting to have a boyfriend just so she won’t have to be single for the holidays.

“A holidate?”

“Yeah, like a date for the holidays. No pressure...no expectations. Just two people having an enjoyable time and drunk-mocking strangers at parties.”

His eyes light up and he points at her. “I do like drunk-mocking strangers at parties. But who would I get to be my holidate?”

Emma shrugs a little and throws her pretzel wrapper into the nearest trash. “What about me?” She can’t believe she’s offering, but it’s actually the perfect solution to both their problems.

He turns around to face her, arching a brow. “Really? You’d be my holidate?”

“Why not? I mean, think about it. You’ll get to go out and have fun instead of being miserable at work, and I won’t have to walk into a room and be showered in a sea of pity and sad glances. I mean, why does everyone have to be so suspicious about a happy, single woman?!”

“Because you’re not happy.”

“Um, yes I am.” She plasters on a smile and points at the corner of her lips. “See? Happy.”

“No, you’re not.”

She narrows her eyes at him, crossing her arms. “And how would you know?”

“Because you’re an open book, love.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Human beings aren’t meant to be alone on the holidays. They need warmth and companionship and someone to drunk-mock strangers at parties.”

She laughs and nods in agreement. He does have a good point. And she has to admit, she’d love to have a New Year kiss, just not one with any strings attached. She’d like to kiss someone at New Year and then go home alone and not have to worry about what will happen next or if he’ll cheat on her three months down the road. “Look, my parents got me tickets to the Skyfall party on New Year’s Eve and if I don’t find a date, my mother is going to find one for me.”

“Really?” He cocks a brow at her, his eyes shining with intrigue. “That’s such a fun party. And it’d be nice to go and have a few drinks, relax and not have to worry about my date going batshit crazy if I don’t drop a knee at midnight.”

“Exactly. We could just have fun and not have to worry about all the relationship stuff.”

“That’s good because I’m not looking for a relationship.”

Disappointment bubbles up inside her, but she pushes it away. Even if she wanted or needed a relationship, she wouldn’t go for a guy like him. He’s too damn handsome to not be a heartbreaker. “Neither am I,” she states matter-of-factly, never taking her eyes off his.

“Well, then it’s perfect. You’ve got yourself a date,” he says with a grin and extends his hand. “I’m Killian, by the way.”

She smiles a little and slips her palm in his. But instead of shaking it, he brings the back of her hand to his lips and drops a kiss there. Her damn breath hitches again when she feels how warm his lips are and how tingly and inflamed her skin is from his touch. “Emma,” she forces out breathily as she tries not to picture other things he could do with those lips. And she is not envisioning him licking her cookie.

Nope, definitely not.

“Pleasure to meet you, Emma.” He releases her hand, leaving her immediately missing his warmth as he pulls out his wallet and slips out a card, handing it to her. “Here’s my info, love.”

Emma’s eyes narrow when she sees where he works. “Hooked Bait & Tackle.” She looks up at him. “Sounds fishy,” she quips. “What’s your real job?”

He chuckles. “Text me and we’ll finalize the details.”

She flicks the card against her palm. “See you on New Year’s Eve, Captain Hook.”

He winks. “See you then, love.”

As soon as Emma turns around and walks away, her cheeks heat and she peers down, suddenly remembering she’s wearing his shirt. She spins around and calls after him as he walks away.

“Wait, your shirt!” Which is dumb because it’s not like she has anything to change into.

He turns around and grins. “You can give it back on New Year’s Eve!”

“Okay!”

They wave at each other before Emma turns around, pausing as she passes a store with a mannequin in a sexy black dress. She bites her bottom lip, realizing she has nothing to wear to this party.

She enters the store and tries it on, skeptical of how she’ll look in it. It’s usually hard for her to find dresses that actually look good on her, but when she tries on the gorgeous black number, she loves the sweetheart neckline and how good it makes her cleavage look. Her ass doesn’t look too bad in the dress, either. She wonders what Killian’s reaction will be when he sees her in it, wonders if it will make those gorgeous blue eyes pop out of his skull. She smirks into the mirror as she turns to her side, placing her hand on her hip.

“Sexy black dress it is.”

#cs ff #captain swan #holidate au

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myfearless-love · 3 years

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The Wildest Place You Run (3/?) - Pretty Scary Sometimes

If anyone missed Killian in the previous chapters (because who wouldn't miss him, let's be honest) then I have good news: we are getting more Killian now that most of the flashbacks are done! I enjoyed writing this chapter as we dive deeper into the character's backstories and present happenings! I hope you like it too! Let me know :)

Also, check out the amazing and beautiful art that @thejollyroger-writer made for chapter 3 & 4!! I love how she always captures the essence of the chapters!

Summary:

Vampires, Werewolves, Mages, and Elves. For centuries, they kept their existence a secret, but the constant rebellions against the strict laws of the Guild had led to a terrible tragedy. In an open clash, it became apparent to humans just what kind of monsters lived among them. Emma Swan loses the love of her life in the first battle of the war. A few months later, while still trying to process what happened, a mysterious and terrifying figure worms his way into her life. But the man is hiding far more terrible secrets than he reveals to her, pulling them both into a horrible situation...

Chapter: 3/? - Pretty Scary Sometimes

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Rating: M

Relationships: Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Read on: FF.net or AO3

Words: ~3k

Previous parts:

Ch 1 II Ch 2

TW for this chapter: Implied miscarriage

"Emma! Lock the door behind us! We probably won't be back before morning…"

David's voice snapped her back out of her memories and back into the present, and she stared up at her brother with misty eyes. "What?"

"Lock the door behind us," he repeated, shaking his head slightly in disapproval, and hurried out of the kitchen.

Somewhat dazed, she started walking towards the team of Hunters, but by the time she reached the living room, they were all gone. All except Killian, who was still fumbling with his gun holsters.

Her memories still held her a little captive, she stared wearily at the front door. It had been more than half a year, but she would never forget that night or that horrible half an hour she spent in the morgue…

"It can't be him! It's probably a mistake, Neal certainly isn't…" she shook her head and sobbed hysterically.

If David hadn't been holding her, she would have simply fallen awkwardly to the shiny floor.

"Emma! It pains me too, but if he were alive, he would have come back long ago…"

"No! He's not…" she repeated tirelessly, like a broken record. She couldn't comprehend that she had lost Neal along with the little one…

"Are you sure?" The coroner stared doubtfully at Emma, and there was also a hint of pity and contempt in his gaze.

Of course. To him, he was just a corpse, but to her…

"She won't calm down until then…" David sighed somewhat bitterly and stared at the white-covered body in front of them.

"All right," the coroner shrugged.

He was a short, broad, and severely balding man, with gray hair and several days of white stubble. He reached for the edge of the sheet with his stubby fingers, but before he could pull the fabric aside, a brutally burned hand slid off the autopsy table.

The breath caught in her throat, and she suddenly forgot how to breathe. They were long, thin fingers, just like Neal's. The skin was burned almost black, cartilage showing on the fingers.

"Maybe it was a bad idea..." David whispered, pulling her head to his chest and trying to shield her vision. He tried to soothe her, even though she was no longer sobbing anymore. Her eyes widened in horror, and she gasped for air.

"I think so, too. She's quite neurotic," the doctor grunted.

"Just keep your mouth shut! We didn't ask for your opinion," David snorted.

"Sorry," he muttered in a mocking tone and sauntered off.

He grabbed something from the table and handed Robin a plastic bag containing a sooty, burnt box. "We found this a few feet from the body. Does it look familiar?" The doctor scanned the faces of the Hunters impassively.

"Oh my God…"

"You've got to be kidding me…"

"Shit…"

Emma didn't understand their outburst, she just saw the horror and shock on their faces.

"What's that?" Mary Margaret glanced at the tiny box with watery eyes.

The others, on the other hand, didn't seem to have heard the question at all, staring uncertainly at each other and the box.

"Can we have this?" inquired Robin.

"Of course. We don't need it," replied the doctor.

"How generous," Leo said.

"David, what do you think? Should we give it to her?" Robin stared at her uncertainly.

"What's in it?" Emma asked in a husky voice. "Is it something of Neal's?"

"No. It's yours," Ruby replied gently.

"No, it's not mine," she shook her head. It wasn't at all familiar to her.

"But what's inside is yours," David replied, nodding to Robin, who opened the plastic bag and carefully pulled the box out. "Emma… you probably would've figured it out or guessed, it's better to just rip the band-aid now," he whispered, stroking her hair.

Emma raised her head suspiciously. "What's going on?"

"I'm sure Neal would have been happy to see you wearing it…" he added carefully. "He was going to ask you to marry him that night…"

Robin opened the small box. Inside, her engagement ring remained perfectly intact…

She opened her eyes slowly and raised her hand in front of her face. The ring still glittered on her finger. It was made of white gold, and the most beautiful amber she had ever seen shone upon it. It was terribly painful to realize what a wonderful night it could have been, and instead, it ended with the death of her boyfriend and unborn baby. They could have been a family.

But she wore it, despite the pain it caused when she looked at it. She could still feel him a little close to her. It hurt, but not so much that she couldn't bear it.

"Swan, are you all right?" Killian was already standing on the doorstep, eyeing her anxiously.

"I'm fine," she nodded, but her tone was the slightest bit sharper than she'd intended.

"Apologies." He turned away, but she gently grasped his arm.

"I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you or anything. I didn't mean to take it out on you."

"It's alright, love." His lips twisted into a faint, understanding smile.

His good manners were sometimes in stark contrast to his appearance. His dark, almost black hair, disheveled as always, brushed against his forehead now, in need of a haircut. The thick stubble on his face was peppered here and there with a hint of ginger if the light fell on him at the right angle. His right ear was pierced and adorned with a solid black stone earring. There was no room for new tattoos on his left arm, various drawings of a compass, skull and crossbones, symbols, and plants were inked into his skin, likely to hide the age-old scar that ran from his wrist to his bicep. He also accentuated his eyes with black eyeliner, making his arctic blue eyes stand out as prominently as the North Star in the dark sky.

He wore his signature black outfit - jeans, a shirt that was always missing a few buttons at the top to reveal a generous patch of dark hair, leather jacket, and combat boots.

All in all, he looked like a textbook bad boy, which was why Emma preferred to keep her distance from him.

"You better get going," she remarked as the front door closed behind the others.

"They won't leave without me, anyway. Who would look out for them?" he let out a laugh, attaching a pistol holster to his hip. "Take care, ladies," he nodded to her from the other side of the doorstep, then disappeared into the night after the others.

Emma retreated into the apartment and carefully locked the door, padlocking it as a precaution. No one could say she hadn't heeded their warning.

"Are they gone?" Mary Margaret sank down on the couch.

"Yeah," Emma nodded and plopped down next to her friend.

She closed her eyes, leaned against the headrest, and stared up at the ceiling.

"I wonder what they're trying to accomplish with all this," Mary Margaret shook her head. "Rebellions everywhere, in almost every country. They can't defeat us, so what do they want?"

"I don't care what they want. All the damn beasts need to be wiped out," Emma hissed.

Ever since that night, she hated those monsters even more, and honestly, who could blame her?

Mary Margaret only hummed and nodded, and for a long time, neither of them said a word.

After a few minutes, her friend broke the silence: "Don't you miss it? Our old life?"

"What do you mean?" Emma glanced at her.

"When we went to college and this craziness hadn't started yet," Mary Margaret replied, and Emma raised one of her eyebrows.

"I don't miss it. If there's anything I miss, it's...him. But nothing else."

"Maybe you should take the ring off. It always reminds you of him. It's been over seven months. I know you don't want to hear this, but sooner or later, you're going to have to move on. There's life after Neal."

If it wasn't Mary Margaret sitting in front of her, telling her that, she probably would have slapped her or, at the very least, made her leave. But Mary Margaret was different. Emma knew she wanted the best for her, and she had much better insight into her situation than she did.

"I can't," Emma shook her head. "It would be like...I don't know. It would be like I was denying him or something."

"No," Mary Margaret objected vehemently. "It wouldn't be like that. To be honest, I didn't agree with the others when they gave you that damn ring. It was like twisting the knife that was already in your heart. If it had been up to me, I wouldn't have told you he was going to ask you to marry him. Sooner or later, you may have realized it yourself, though. Would it have been easier for you if there had been no ring?"

"Maybe," she breathed, staring blankly at the opposite wall.

Her gaze soon drifted to her ring. Maybe she really did need to take it off. "I don't know yet… Maybe in time," she replied.

"My advice is not to hesitate too long. It will be easier after that, believe me."

"I hope so," she smiled finally.

She was startled awake by the ringing of her phone. The rays of the full moon broke on the dry branches of the trees in the woods behind the house, and the silvery light painted indelible patterns on her bedspread with the shadows.

She forgot to close the blinds.

Her phone buzzed again and, still a little sleepy, she rolled onto her side in the huge double bed. She pulled aside the dark green canopy and reached for the vibrating device on the nightstand.

She glanced at the caller ID.

Of course.

Only David would call her in the middle of the night.

"What happened? Are you okay?" she immediately straightened up in her bed, holding her breath, waiting for her brother's answer.

"You're about to find out. We'll be home in five minutes. In the meantime, open the door and get the couch ready for Ruby." His voice sounded calm and Emma concluded that they couldn't be in too much trouble.

She ended the call, jumped up from the bed, and yanked open the door to her room. She ran down the hall and hopped down the stairs, taking two steps at a time. When she reached the front door, she took off the padlock, pulled out the deadbolt, unlocked the door, and opened it wide.

She ran back to the couch and tossed all the unnecessary things off of it. A couple of remotes, two blankets, and a few pillows landed on the cherry wood floor. Just as she stood up, she could hear the hurried footsteps of David and the others.

"Let me go! I can walk on my own two feet!" Ruby's voice sounded rather irritated, but her statement was immediately followed by a loud thud.

"I can see that," David hissed angrily, with a slight note of mockery in his tone. "Jones, if you will! She already tried to claw my eyes out…"

David marched into the apartment like an angry boar. He dropped his gun on the coffee table and sank into one of the black leather chairs. Leo and Robin nervously scurried into the living room, followed by Killian with Ruby in his arms.

Ruby stubbornly struggled against Killian, trying to break free of his grip, but he held her tight. It didn't matter that she could easily stand up to two guys, she couldn't outmaneuver Killian.

Killian wisely turned his face away from Ruby's tiny but sharp fingernails and carefully laid her on the couch.

"If any of you dare touch me again, I'll castrate you!" she growled, and then hissed, a grimace on her face immediately following.

"What happened?" Emma crouched down beside the brunette in horror.

"Can we go to your room?" Ruby pleaded desperately.

"No. She's been shot," David replied before getting up from the chair and drifting into the bathroom.

"What? Have you lost your minds? Why didn't you take her to a hospital?" Emma snapped, glaring at Leo and Robin.

"It was a miracle that we were even able to carry her here," Robin shrugged.

"I'll live," Ruby growled, but tears were running quietly down her face from the pain and exertion.

"Only if I take the bullet out and tend to the wound," David nodded.

"Ruby, we have to do this," Emma sat down next to her on the couch and took her hand.

She knew full well that she didn't like to be touched when she was injured. Ruby blinked up at David in alarm, disgust written all over her beautiful face. "Only you, David. No one else…" she moaned in a fading voice.

"All right, so be it. Let me over there, Emma. Take a look at Killian's arm until then."

She got up from the couch, grabbed a bottle of disinfectant and a bandage from the pile of medical supplies scattered on the table, and walked purposefully toward Killian, who stood silently by the banister.

"There's really no need," he shook his head with a forced smile when she reached him. "It's just a scratch, love, really not that serious."

"Not you, too."

"I don't—"

"Show me. I really don't have the patience for that right now, Killian," she interrupted him.

She didn't know what to make of the look he gave her. His impossibly blue eyes reflected annoyance, fear, and confusion all at once, but he soon relented and reluctantly peeled off his black leather jacket. The left sleeve of his shirt was completely soaked with blood.

He rolled up his sleeve. At first, she didn't see a wound under his many tattoos, it was hard for her to notice any damage done to his skin other than the scar that was already there. But as she scanned his arm she soon found a cut that seemed far too tiny for the amount of blood that adorned his clothing and skin. There was barely any blood flowing from it now.

"What the…" her eyes widened as she ran her finger over the wound, but Killian didn't even flinch. Right before her eyes, the cut disappeared under the ship wheel — or helm, as he called it — which wrapped around his bicep. "Killian," she stared at him, dumbfounded.

A mere Mage wouldn't be able to do that, even if he had as much power as Killian.

"There were Elves among my ancestors," he shrugged, his face becoming an imperturbable, grim mask. His gaze seemed petrified, expressionless.

That explained some strange things about Killian, Emma thought. He had an abnormally high physical resilience and was almost as fast as a Vampire or Werewolf. That couldn't be possible through mere magic.

"Oh," she couldn't force a more meaningful answer out of herself. "Why didn't you say that before?"

"I didn't think it was important," he shrugged.

"Sorry, but you don't look like an Elf," Leo shook his head with a grin.

Emma only now noticed that the other Hunters had been standing behind her the whole time.

"That's because I'm not one. Some of my ancestors were. I'm just a freak," his voice sounded strangely bitter and he turned his head away.

Instinctively, she took two steps away. Killian's icy magic flared up without warning, along with his rage.

"Hey, calm down, dude. I didn't mean it like that," Leo raised his hands.

"What's going on?" Mary Margaret reached the bottom of the stairs, still in her pajamas.

"Nothing new. Just a bit of bickering, the usual," Robin grinned.

Only now did Mary Margaret notice David at the other end of the room. A broad smile was on her face as she walked over to where he was still crouched by the couch, finishing patching Ruby up.

Emma turned away as they threw themselves into each other's embrace, kissing as if they hadn't seen each other in days. She glanced back at Killian who was watching her face with a coy expression. His gaze positively shone with panic, almost desperate.

"I… I apologize. I think I'd better go," he murmured, lowering his gaze.

He rolled down his sleeve and picked up his jacket, then stormed out of the apartment without further explanation. Emma stared after him, uncomprehending. She had always known he was kind of a weirdo. But this was unusual, even for Killian.

"What the hell was that?" she turned to Robin, confused.

"He's a little cuckoo in the head. You'd better not get any more friendly with him than you already have," Robin shook his head. "Seriously. He can be pretty scary sometimes. He's pretty weird."

She didn't answer, just stared after Killian thoughtfully. She agreed with Robin that there was something up with him. But she immediately ruled out the possibility that he was suffering from some sort of mental illness.

"You knew about this?" Leo turned to Robin.

"That he was part Elf? No, I would never have guessed that. But now that I think about it, it makes perfect sense. He's done things he wouldn't have been able to do otherwise," Robin replied and goosebumps appeared on Emma's arm.

Maybe Robin was right. She shouldn't get close to him.

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A Marriage of Inconvenience (1)

overall pairing: mafia!jeno x mafia!oc

overall genre: angst | smut | fluff

warnings: language, mentions of violence + death, y/n wanting to kill jeno, jeno being an asshole, oppression of women

summary: when two mafia gangs decide to end their family feud after decades, your mother decides to give your hand away to marriage of their son, lee jeno. he seemed to hate you from the moment he laid his eyes on you, but could the resolution lead to something much more than a bride and groom?

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15 April

“You’re going to invite her in, and take her to her room. I don’t care what you have to say about it, son, you’re doing it.” Jeno’s father finally finished his words, looking over at his son with an annoyed expression on his face. “This is for their family and ours, don’t be selfish and get on with it.”

Jeno scoffed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “Oh, I’m gonna be selfish, I just find it so fucking hilarious that you decided to let a girl from our rival clan inside of our damn house. And what’s even funnier is that I’m engaged to her. Really fucking ideal, Father, seriously. I’m loving it so much.”

The sarcasm in his voice didn’t fail to burn searing holes into his father’s skin, making him sigh at his teenage son’s resistance. “Stop complaining and get out of my office. I don’t care what you have to say about it, son, you are getting married to her. It’s already been signed off completely.”

He rolled his eyes, running a hand through the light colored hair. “I don’t even understand why we need another girl in our house; we have enough. What’s so fucking great about her that you wanted her here so fast?”

“We just—need her.”

Jeno looked up at his father’s words, his eyes half closed with absolutely no amusement in them at all. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? If she’s a Park, we don’t need her.” His father’s head was down, pretending to look through papers that were on his desk. “Father—”

“Get out of my office, Jeno.”

You were currently standing in the lobby of NCT Lee’s mansion, which was surprisingly glittering with jewels and riches that you knew they could have never gotten without their illegal antics. Well, you leaned against your luggage, smirking as you looked up at their diamond-encrusted chandelier, none of us could be living such a luxurious life without murder.

“Park Y/N,” a voice came from beside you, startling you a bit as you slowly looked to the side. You didn’t show your surprise, at least, not when your eyes fell upon the man standing in front of you. “I have to say in all my time here, you are the first Park to enter this house without a fight.”

He was handsome, you acknowledged as you looked him up and down, your eyes stopping momentarily on the velvet choker fastened around his neck, probably the most good-looking guy you had seen in—a long time. But something, judging from the way he was looking at you, told you that this wasn’t the man you were forcibly engaged to.

“That’s a shame,” you answered, watching the man check you out immediately, licking his lips as he trailed up your body. You could’ve laughed in pride at the way he was basically eye-fucking you, but instead, you moved forward, standing in front of him. “I must be a pretty first, then.”

His eyes met yours, the gleam of his colored contacts bouncing into yours as you stared back. As he moved a step forward, his hand stretching out as if to receive you, there was a loud call that broke him out of his trace, making him look to side in annoyance.

“Taeyong,” the call was loud, almost as if of a young boy’s, making you look over in caution. It was, yet another, attractive man walked towards the two of you, holding a straight posture that made him appear taller than he was. “Father wants to talk to you in his office, he said it’s important.”

The man hummed, looking from him to you, and then bit his lip slightly. “This is Park Y/N, Mark. She’s here for her first day as Lee. I was going to escort her to her room, but it seems I have other commitments right now. You don’t mind, do you? Escort the lady to where she belongs?”

“Just go Taeyong,” Mark sighed, glancing over at you for a brief moment. “Don’t keep him waiting, he’s been looking for you all day and he’s not happy. Hurry up before he kills someone else.”

The man rolled his eyes, giving you a wink as he walked away, the chains on his dark jeans clashing against each other to give an attractive noise. You watched as he walked away, chuckling slightly from the way he clearly wanted to ‘escort you’ to your room. It wouldn’t have been much of a distance anyway, considering he looked at you like he could take you against a wall in less than a second.

“I’m Mark,” the man beside you held out his hand, his actions being much different from the earlier. “That was Taeyong, assuming that he didn’t introduce himself in the first place. Jeno was actually supposed to be here for your arrival, but since he isn’t, I guess it’s me.”

You scrunched your face at the sound of your fiancee’s name, which sounded familiar when it rolled off his tongue. Taking his hand, you gave it a short shake before asking him, “Who’s Jeno?”

Mark blinked, “My brother, the one that you’re engaged to? Right? Or are you not Park Y/N? Because I’m pretty sure Park Y/N is engaged to my brother.”

Oh, shit. I forgot his name already. You chuckled slightly, looking away from his awkwardly. “Yeah, that’s me. Kinda just learned I was getting married to him—like—yesterday so—” Jeno, Jeno, okay that’s not that hard. Je-no.

He seemed to understand your struggle, or he was just really good at pretending that he understood, since he nodded frantically at your statement. A few moments later, Mark finally took you up to your room, which seemed to be a little more of a maze than you expected.

NCT Park was a high class clan, that was something you knew. You all were able to dish into the black market and purchase expensive items at such a price you would never have gotten if you lived a normal life. The vases were made from pure gold, and the handmade clothing made from silk. It was a beautiful sight for anyone to see if they ever entered the palace of a house.

But NCT Lee was higher, and it was something you knew, but you hadn’t expected so much. They were at the aristocratic class, one of the highest of all you had ever seen. You could tell from their weapons; the way your eyes drooled at the sight of rubies on their blades and precious metals on the triggers of the rifles. And this mansion, was beyond one you had ever seen.

Mark, you learned on your way through this house, was a friendly person. Well, he really seemed like he liked to talk. His words were welcoming, however, a little different from what you had expected when you entered the house in the first place, but you didn’t mind it. It seemed that he looked past your status as a Park, or looked at you more as if you were a human.

“Anyway,” the two of you finally stopped in front of a door at the end of a huge hallway, one that didn’t seem to have any other rooms other than random doors you were a confused. “This is your room. You have a personal servant, by the way, she’s usually two doors down. There’s a speaker in there if you want anything, and she’ll bring it to you.”

You could’ve gasped at the sound of the word ‘servant’ flowing through your mind, but instead you widened your eyes. It was safe to say that your family did not have anything of the sort, other than the chefs and maids. Personal servants, that was a bit new to you, and not to mention, it startled you from the level of their class.

He left shortly after that, telling you that Jeno should be there soon enough to introduce himself to you, considering he had avoided it in the first place. You finally let yourself into the room, one that seemed a little massive for a bedroom, but decent enough to accommodate you.

And so the challenge began.

Jeno hadn’t expected an empty room when he bottled up the annoyance of his arranged marriage and went to visit you; and he sure didn’t expect your personal servant telling him that you had decided to go to their training room.

The first thing that went through his mind when he stormed off to the training room was ‘a Park shouldn’t be able to do as they pleased in the Lee palace’ but it soon turned to ‘she should’ve at least waited to meet me.’

But something that didn’t seem to go through him mind when he entered the room, was the fact that maybe you had also not wanted to get married. It would’ve been an easy way to blame, which was his exact plan. However, you weren’t about to let that happen.

The Lee training room was different than the Park’s, smaller in size as they had multiple rooms depending on what training they wished to do. You, however, were currently in training clothes, practicing your knife throwing skills in the corner.

Jeno tried to compete with just his eyes, watching as you held the blade with caution before you sent it hurling through the air. It landed dead in the center, perfectly straight as he blinked in disbelief.

You clicked your tongue at your outcome, cocking your head sideways as if you had just missed by a hair. But in reality, you could feel the eyes of someone else on you, and as much as you wanted to hurl a knife at them, you kept your calm. If it’s another one of their boys that’ll ogle at me, might as well try and scare them away.

However, the moment you heard steps of a person from close behind you, you quickly swiped from behind, tripping them in response. You grabbed the other knife from your hand, enclosing your fingers around the shaft as you turned around.

Even though you had no clue who it was, you took a seat on the man’s chest, leaning yourself close over him to make sure he saw how close the knife was to his face. He watched with wide eyes, struggling to stand up from the way you were intricately positioned on him.

“You want to stare at me some more?” you offered, pricking your finger with the blade lightly to show how sharp it really was. “Because you can loose an eye as a complement.”

Jeno managed to grab your ankles, yanking you forward to pull you off him and onto the ground instead. He stood up at the same time as you, giving you an odd look. “Didn’t know Parks were that fucking crazy.”

You chuckled unhumorously at the statement, sucking the cut in your finger that was already forming a clot before rolling your eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m a special one. Everyone’s always got their filthy eyes on me.”

“Filthy? What made you think I was even looking at you? I literally walked up with zero intention to maim but you’re already making it a lot harder than it should be—”

“Goddamn, you talk a lot,” you commented, skimming the man from head to toe. “Which Lee are you? The one that wanted me to marry one of your people because you thought I’d be a nice sex slave? I’m hoping you are.”

Your words were full of fire, definitely the opposite of what he expected when he walked into the room. It was different, different from how his sisters sat pretty and pure like statues of virtue as a breeding ground, while you seemed to be a female—fighter?

Jeno was always told the Parks were different, so completely opposite from the Lees that it made them unfit to enter the higher status that they were already in. All he had expected for you, just like the Lee girls, was for you to be sitting at the end of your bed, reading a book or doing something that was stereotypically ‘feminine.’ And god, he had expected you to be obedient, a listener to his words.

“Staring at me some more,” you snarled, rolling your eyes again as you stepped forward, knife twirling in hand as you did. “Have you never seen a woman before? Everyone in your household seems to be like that, but I can’t take out all of their eyes. Yours look pretty inviting, however.”

Jeno took a step back, holding out his hand as if to stop you. “Shut up and put the knife down, stop being stupid. We have women in our house you know, they aren’t a rare species.”

You scoffed at his remark, crossing your arms. “You can stand in front of the target and I can practice; you’ll see how great my knife skills are till your death.”

“Do you even know who I am?”

“Why should I?” you cocked an eyebrow up, pursing your lips. “All you Lees think you’re so high and mighty, but you all end up sounding so full of yourselves. Most of the time, people introduce themselves instead of assuming everyone already knows who they are.”

Jeno was left speechless to that, never having been spoken to by a woman so—harshly before. It was weird, but it fueled him to want to win as you rested your hands on your hips, still looking at him as you waited for an answer. “I’m Jeno.”

“Very nice,” you commented, scanning him once more. This is supposed to be my fiancee? Damn, no wonder he looked at me like that. “I’m sure you know who I am, I’m the only one of my kind here. Now, if you’ll let me go back to practicing.”

“No. You’re coming with me.”

After Jeno had (forcefully) taken you to the lobby of the palace, he had very unsuccessfully attempted to establish some rules in place. Rules that he thought would be hurting enough to make you run crying back to your Park family, but you honestly could care less about his words.

You had sat on a velvet covered sofa as he spoke, barely paying attention as he went on and on about not caring about marriage or engagement. It made you think, for a very slight moment, what the rest of the household would do if you pulled out your knife and stabbed him right then and there.

“Park?” He snapped his fingers in front of your face, gaining your annoyed attention. “Are you even fucking listening to me?”

“You sound like a child, Lee,” you leaned back in the chair, looking at the ceiling. It was decorated with jewels all around the rimming of the walls, making the room shimmer. “Telling me I shouldn’t leave my room, tsk, do I look like a toddler to you? Or should I break your arm as a lesson?”

Jeno sighed at your words, realizing that there was no way he couldn’t keep you from wandering about the house. But he shook his head, clapping to grab your attention again. “No, Park, we’re taking you on a mission tomorrow.”

Your ears perked up at the word ‘mission,’ and your eyes narrowed back down on the handsome man. “Mission?”

“My father insisted that you join us this time,” he crossed his legs, mimicking your positioning. “But only this once, he doesn’t like to see women out of the house.”

“Excuse me?”

“And out of all women, you are the one I’m engaged to,” he groaned, throwing his head back at your defensive stance. “Nothing seems to get through that thick head of yours, huh, Park? What the hell are you doing here anyway?”

You had enough of Jeno’s back and forth conversation, not even fully understanding what he ever truly meant because his teenager-like mind kept him babbling like he was talking to himself. Rolling your eyes, you leaned over, delivering a sharp slap to his thigh.

“I’m here because your lewd family took their chance at seeing women outside of the bedroom,” you snarled. “I’m here because someone inside this marvelous house thought that I was a perfect snack for them to feast on, so they sent a letter to the head and asked for me to come and fulfill their pleasures. I’m here because I’m thinking of my family before myself, and I am the reason we are all not infiltrating your hideouts right now.”

You stood up, turning on your heel to walk away before you looked back at the man’s shocked face, watching you with confused eyes. “I am not here for you, Lee. I am not here for anyone else in the house, and I am most certainly not here for me.”

“I am here for my people, my clan. I am a Park, and loyalty is before anything.”

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oscars-wifeyyy · 4 years

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The Innocent (Oscar Diaz Fanfic)

I just want to see if this is a good start lol I kinda just wrote this cuz it just came up in my mind

In middle school and freshman year of high school, Elizabeth Hernandez was a girl that had braces and acne all over her face. Before summer came she was accepted into the same writing camp that Monse got accepted in and didn’t have to pay a thing except for the transportation. The school year ended and the class of 2018 was having a party to celebrate the end of high school so the crew went to look at the party. The crew went to hide behind the wall to watch the party as it progressed into the night until everyone decided that they wanted to get a beer so Cesar snuck into the party to get everybody beer.

Ruby, Monse, Elizabeth, and Jamal stood watching the scene unfold. The girls were looking for Cesar, Ruby was looking at the girls, while Jamal was freaking out over the football players that stood by the house.

“Do you see him?” Monse asked, crossing her arms.

“I don’t see him,” Elizabeth went on the tips of her toes to see if she could get a better look.

“Something bad is gonna happen. I can feel it,” Jamal freaked out.

“Take a xanny, J,” Ruby glanced at Jamal, “We just can’t see him, ‘cause he’s being stealth,”

“Yeah,” Monse agreed, “besides, when has Cesar ever let us down?”

“Fourth grade. Kickball tourney,” Jamal looks at the group, “we lost,”

“That’s because I picked the kid with no skills,” the group turned, “and I would do it again. Loyalty trumps victory, compa,”

Elizabeth took the beer being offered to her, “got that right, salad,”

Cesar stood up behind the wall, “take it in, guys. This is about to be us. This is high school,”

The five took a sip of their beer and made a face of disgust, but continued drinking out of the can with the bitter-tasting liquid.

“Ruby,” Monse said, “you think Mario is gonna marry Angelica?”

Ruby shrugged, “No idea. Mario tells me jack,”

“What about that time he said Angelica had a dangler?” Jamal chuckled as Ruby tried to shut Jamal up, “what? He said that,”

“In private!” Ruby exclaimed, “time and place, dude. Oh, guys, check out Huerita at 9 o’clock. Monse, Eli, if you were a girl-”

“We are,” Monse interrupted.

“But if you were a girl like that, would you wear any underwear?” Ruby stared dreamily as Elizabeth turned to look at Ruby in disgust.

“Oh, my God. I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die,” Jamal said.

“Why are you gonna die, J?” Elizabeth asked Jamal.

“See those guys over there?” Jamal pointed towards the guys in football jerseys, “they play for the ‘ridge. Did you know that last year alone a quorum of kids-”

“Died playing football?” Monse butt in, “you’re stuck on repeat,”

“So don’t play, sweets,” Elizabeth chuckled.

“No choice,” Jamal said, “Pops was a legend. It’s a family tradition. I’m dead,” Jamal jumped off the platform with Monse and Elizabeth.

“You’re not dead,” Monse said.

“Football spiral?” Cesar asked as he got down to help Jamal calm down, “Jamal, CTE is not in your future,”

“Guys, check out my game,” Ruby turned, “Heurita gave me the nod,”

A bald guy popped up and grabbed Ruby’s shoulder, “Eyeing my girl, cabron?”

“No, God, no. I’m not into blondes,” Ruby tried to get out.

“Easy,” Cesar said, “he does your mother’s taxes. Mrs. Guzamn, right?”

“Three thousand dollar refund. Schedule C, line 30. Home office deduction,” Ruby said.

“Seriously,” Monse looked at him in disbelief.

Another cholo came over the wall to see Cesar so he nudged the bald guy, “Yo, homes. What are you doing, ese? That’s Spooky’s lil bro, dawg,”

The guy let go of Ruby, “I didn’t realize it was you, homie. Hey, listen, man, tell Spooky Sad Eyes sends his respects,” Cesar nodded as the two cholos left the crew.

“Thank God for your brother,” Ruby rubbed his shoulder.

“Nah, thank God for better things,” Cesar shook his head as gunshots rang out and everybody crouched down.

“.357!” the crew yelled out after the 5th shot.

Soon they were in Ruby’s place, Jamal and Ruby were spying on Mario and Angelica arguing outside while Cesar, Monse, and Elizabeth were sitting on the couch. Elizabeth took out her phone to tell her mother she was fine and in Ruby’s house until Ruby and Jamal ran to the couch, “Mario’s coming!”

Elizabeth didn’t bother listening to Mario so she just put on her earbuds and looked at him as if she was listening, but when she thought he was done she took it out. Mario came back and said, “don’t bone Elizabeth and Monse,”

Everybody started laughing as Monse said, “Who would even wanna do that?”

The next day Monse and Elizabeth went to the coach station to catch their bus to the camp. Summer was spent writing in the middle of nowhere with activities and amenities provided for the students so Elizabeth was able to start working out, losing the acne, and lost the braces. A few months later, they were back and on their way to Ruby’s house.

Monse wore simple jeans and a shirt that showed a little cleavage while Elizabeth wore a blue destroyed with a burgundy bralette and ripped jeans that covered her legs. Smiles were on both faces, happy that they lost the metal prison that held their teeth captive. Both had grown breasts which attracted a lot of unwanted attention from the ice cream man as he was selling. They walked a little faster until a voice was heard that they recognized.

“Angelica, once I’m gone, I’m gone! There’s not gonna be a Christmas break hook-up! You know why? ‘Cause I’m gonna be hooking up with other chicks!” Mario took a pause, “white chicks!” another pause, “I don’t know why I’m saying that. It’s you! Talk to me, boo!”

“Maybe she’s not home!” Monse called out as Mario turned.

“Oh. Hey, guys,” the three met on the street, “how was camp?”

“Terrible. Mildly life-changing,” Monse shrugged.

“I can see that,” Mario looked down at their chests.

“Shut up, Mario,” Elizabeth rolled her eyes as a blush came on and tried to hide her newly found breasts.

“You can? How?” Monse asked confused.

“You just...look, I probably have to go before traffic hits,” Mario changed subjects.

“No prob. Good luck at Cal,” Elizabeth waved.

“Thanks,” Mario sighed, “and you two, keep an eye on Ruby? Don’t know what that kid’s gonna do without me,”

Monse and Elizabeth arrived at Ruby’s house and to his now own room, “we’re back!”

“Can you guys move that side table?” Ruby pointed at the table.

“No, seriously, don’t make such a fuss. We’ve only been gone all summer but really, it’s no big deal,” Monse glared at the boys.

“How was camp?” Ruby reluctantly asked.

“Camp was fine. Notice anything different?” Elizabeth and Monse smiled wide.

“Both of you got boobs,” The boys said.

“You can wait for Cesar to help,” Elizabeth glared.

Jamal stood up, “then we’ll be waiting a long time,”

“Why?” Monse asked.

“Where is Cesar?” Elizabeth asked.

“We’re not talking to him,” Ruby shrugged.

“Y’all in a fight?” Monse asked, crossing her arms.

“Well, it wasn’t really a fight. More like…” Jamal started but Ruby cut him off, “we’re not getting into it. Trust us, Cesar’s not cool,”

“Well, I’m not cool being not cool,” Monse crossed her arms, “and why aren’t you at football?” Monse asked Jamal.

“We should really get to orientation,” Jamal changed subjects as he stood up, “before those lines get too big,”

“Yeah, I don’t want to get too sweaty for my ID. Like Mario said ‘it’s all about the right first impression,’” Ruby said, straightening his clothes.

“And sticking together! You’re definitely deflecting this whole Cesar sitch,” Elizabeth rolled her eyes, “so stop being bitches and tell us,”

“Right!” Monse agreed.

Now they were on their way to school and Monse was continuing to pester the boys while Elizabeth gave up and let Monse deal with that. However, it was kind of a backfire for Monse because the boys’ gave her the silent treatment.

“What happened with Cesar?” Monse threw her hands up, “this silent treatment will only last so long. I will break you,” a pause went by, “come on! There is no way Cesar did anything on purpose to destroy our crew,”

“He’s the glue of our crew!” Elizabeth added.

“That was then, this is now,” Jamal shrugged.

“Yeah. Cesar ain’t shit,” Ruby agreed.

They turned the corner to see the Prophets so Elizabeth alerted the crew, “shit, Prophets!”

Everyone was searching their clothes to see if there were any colors that would set off the gang members. Ruby took off his hoodie but messed his hair up a little.

“Damn it. Did I just jack my do?” Ruby pulled out his phone to see how it looked until he saw Jasmine, “code dread, code dread, code dread. Approaching on your six,”

“Yo! You guys going to orientation?” Jasmine’s voice popped up, “hey, you know my cousin, Berto, the fine one? Hey. His daughter, Letty, said it ain’t nothing unless you can’t spell your name and then you hold up the line and people get mad,” Jasmine ranted, “hey, why you guys walking so fast? You know I got asthma,”

“Sorry, Jasmine! We’re having a private convo,” Monse called out, “real sensitive stuff,”

“That’s what you always say!” Jasmine yelled but took a deep breath from her inhaler and began running after the crew.

They finally lost her after a few minutes and they breathed out a breath of relief not seeing Jasmine behind them anymore.

“Man, she is relentless,” Ruby shook his head.

“Nice save,” Jamal appraised Ruby,

“Oh, you’re not safe,” Monse interrupted.

“You’re threats aren’t penetrating, ok?!” Jamal said, “I’m not telling you what Cesar said,”

“Aha!” Monse turned to them, “so he did say something!”

“Jamal!” Ruby yelled, “do you need a muzzle? Monse, no offense, but you’re a loose cannon. We’re not telling you for your own protection,”

“My protection?” Monse leaned closer to Ruby, “eat a dick,”

“Case in point,” Ruby said, “you don’t even know and you’re at Defcon Solange,”

They continued walking and as they were walking past an alley they saw a guy getting jumped into a gang. Monse and Elizabeth began staring at the actions happening, but Ruby and Jamal took each of their arms.

“Don’t look,” Ruby grunted, “keep walking,”

“Why would anyone wanna get jumped on 19th street?” Jamal asked, “I’d join First Street. Only one second of pain,”

“Agreed,” Ruby said, “besides, who would want a lifetime commitment at our age?”

“Apparently neither of you,” Elizabeth chuckled.

“Lack of commitment seems to be a noticeable trend in this friendship,” Monse shook her head, “as does lack of space,” Monse pushed the boys away.

“We can’t tell you what Cesar said,” Jamal said.

Rap music was being played from down the street from a red Impala, “fine then. I’ll ask myself. Eli, let’s go,”

Monse walked in front of the car as a head stuck out of the window, “Hey, you crazy?!”

Monse and Elizabeth walked over to the driver’s side and leaned down, “we just wanted to let Cesar know that we were back in town,”

“And looking like some fine ass hynas,” the mystery cholo smirked.

“Underaged hynas,” Monse snapped.

“Not for some,” the cholo stared at Elizabeth, “it’s all good. You just look a lil different. What is it?”

“My boobs,” Monse deadpanned.

“Nah, you got your braces off,” he laughed, “and who are you, hermosa?”

“Elizabeth,” she blushed.

“Cool. Spooky,” he drove away as the girls went back to the boys on the sidewalk.

“When did Oscar get out?” Monse looked confused.

“Six weeks ago,” Ruby answered as they covered the girls cleavages with their sweaters.

“Now it makes sense! Whatever Cesar said, he said to impress Oscar. Cesar’s terrified of his brother,” Monse smiled.

“Along with everyone else,” Ruby said.

“Then who cares what he says,” Elizabeth shrugged.

“Oh, just drop it!” Jamal raised his voice.

“Do we look like we can just drop it?” Monse asked.

“Actually you do. You just won’t,” Jamal shrugged then a body jumped out from behind them.

“Tax time, bitches!” Latrelle said, “hands up, money out,”

“How can we take out money out with our hands up?” Elizabeth asked.

“I know you bookheads got that back to school gwop,” Latrelle scowled.

Monse started talking, “actually, it’s orientation day. Technically, we’re neither in school nor out of school. We’re…”

Ruby covered Monse’s mouth, “we don’t have any money,”

Latrelle gave a look to Jamal, “what about that 20?” Ruby groaned and handed Latrelle his 20.

Elizabeth, Monse, and Jamal were walking from orientation and were now in front of Cesar’s place that was filled with Santos. Monse and Jamal were going back and forth on the situation, but Elizabeth was stuck on the sight of “Spooky” working out as his muscles constricted when he lifted the weights. Slowly, she came back to reality and the bickering between Jamal and Monse.

“...but he would never join the gang. He’s an outlier so whatever is going on it isn’t that,” Monse snapped at Jamal.

“He isn’t the same,” Jamal said, “he dumped us,”

“But we weren’t here so it’s not official,” Monse looked across the street.

“If someone breaks up with you over text, is it official?” Jamal asked,

“Yes,”

“Consider me the text,” Jamal clicked his tongue, “Ding! You’ve been dumped,” Elizabeth and Montse rolled their eyes and started going over there, “wait! Please don’t go. Please, you’re not… you’re not safe,”

“Why?” Elizabeth asked.

“Because…” Jamal looked at their newly developed chests, “both of you blossomed,”

“Blossomed?” Monse asked.

“Popped. Busted out. Puffed your party pillows. Whatever you wanna call your new cha-cha-bingos,” Jamla pointed towards the cholos, “these new homies he’s hanging with are thirsty,” Jamal threw his hoodie onto Monse, who tossed it back as Elizabeth and herself walked to the other side of the street, “Ok. don’t worry, girls! I got your back…”

The two approached the exiled friend as the other Santos turned to stare at the two walking up to the younger Diaz. Monse stopped in front of Cesar as Elizabeth, coincidentally, stood in front of Oscar, who was staring at her. The leader’s eyes felt like it was burning holes through Elizabeth’s face, but she didn’t make it look obvious even though there was a blush on her cheeks.

“I need to talk to you,” Monse said firmly.

“I’m listening,” Cesar stayed seated.

“Privately,” Elizabeth whispered as the Santos turned to stare at them longer.

“Yeah. We can go inside,” Cesar’s older brother cleared his throat, “but, uh, if you both wanna sit on my face, y’all gotta put those mouths on pause so I can concentrate,” Laughs were heard from the cholos so Monse quickly bailed and went back to Jamal; however, Elizabeth felt a wave of burning anger in her so she pulled her fist back and punched Cesar on the mouth. He groaned as Elizabeth leaned closer to whisper into his ear.

“Do not try to come back and get along with me until you make things right with Monse. I know what y’all did so I’m only doing this for her now,” Elizabeth said, “come near me and I will punch the shit out of you again,” Elizabeth left as Cesar looked at her with slight fear in his eyes and the cholos stared at her in lust after the action was taken by her. Her cheeks burned red at the attention especially from the certain leader that sat next to Cesar. Oohs were heard from the porch, but Elizabeth paid no mind to it as she went back to walking with Jamal and Monse.

“Cesar is dead to us!” Monse yelled.

“Told ya,” Jamal said as he ran to the back of the bushes.

“He doesn’t get to break up with us,” Elizabeth rolled her eyes, “we’re breaking up with him,”

“Sit on my face? Who says that?” Monse stuck her hands out.

“Chairs who can talk! And buttholes!” Jamal called out from the bushes.

“I wouldn’t put dumb crap like that past Oscar, but Cesar?” Monse asked in disbelief, “what happened to him?” Jamal was rolling around when Monse came into an idea, “Cesar’s gotta be hitting the pipe. Right? right!”

“Could be?” Elizabeth shrugged as Jamal jumped onto the next patch of grass. “That was totally out of character,” Monse shook her head, but realized what Jamal was doing, “what are you doing?”

“I’m getting into character,” Jamal sprayed water onto her armpits and clothes, “hey, pops. Say nothing and go with my flow,”

“Monse! Eli! Welcome back, babies. Ready for the new year?” Dwayne hugged both girls.

“Bound to be a lot of surprises,” Monse shrugged as she reciprocated the gift already.

“How was practice?” Dwayne asked his son.

“Yeah, how was practice?” Elizabeth smiled as Jamal threw his gym bag at her.

“I don’t know. Ask those D1 scouts who were all up on me,” Jamal pulled on his jersey.

Dwayne chuckled, “that’s my boy!” He pulled Jamal into a man hug then walked away with an extra pep to his step and back to his gardening.

“Did you quit the team and not tell your dad?” Monse asked.

“No,” Jamal looked at Monse, “yes. Look I suited up first day, and I just wasn’t feeling it,”

“Wasn’t feeling it?” Elizabeth threw the bag back at Jamal.

“Yeah. Wasn’t feeling like breaking my neck,” Jamal threw the bag down on the ground, “listen, everybody that knows me knows that I suck, except my pops. And he keeps thinking that I’m just gonna wake up one day and be him, and...I’m not him,” Jamal sighed, “I just need the right time to tell him,”

“How ironic that a guy that can’t keep a secret is keeping the biggest secret of his life,” Monse smirked, “I’m gonna rat you out to your dad,” her smirk fell, “unless you drop the 411 about Cesar. What did he say?”

“No!” Jamal denied.

“Yes!” Monse said, “Mr. Turn-”

Jamal covered Monse’s mouth, “Cesar said you let him hit it before you left for camp,” Jamal said in one breath.

The two girls were fuming and decided to do a group call later with Ruby to find out the context and how he said it, but Elizabeth had work that night so she couldn’t participate, settling on telling Monse to keep her updated. A long six hours of working, she got off at 10pm and checked her phone to see a text from Monse telling her to meet at Dwayne’s joint at five to chop it up.

The next day came around and Monse and Elizabeth were at the joint with Jamal as he and Elizabeth worked. Elizabeth sometimes worked for Dwayne to earn a little extra money to prevent herself from asking for money from her mother because her mother was already deep in debt and Elizabeth was doing anything in her power to help her out.

“That’s the eleventh text,” Monse sighed, “Ruby’s almost 2 hours late,”

“He said he’ll be here, so he’ll be here. Trust me,” Jamal gave the customer his order.

“Yeah, Mon. Chill,” Elizabeth smirked.

“Said the guy pretending to play football?” Monse stared at Jamal.

“Maybe my pops won’t notice,” Jamal hoped.

“I don’t think that’s possible, J,” Elizabeth motioned towards the countless photos of Jamal playing football.

“Where the hell is Ruby?” Jamal put his hand on his head.

After a few minutes, Monse and Elizabeth decided to go to Ruby’s house to see what was going on. The two rushed in through the door to see Ruby standing on top of a table, wearing a pink dress, and Abuelita was hemming it.

“What the hell is going on ?” Monse asked.

“I think it’s pretty obvious,” Ruby rolled his eyes.

“Great,” Monse rolled her eyes, “so, walk me through the moment Cesar said what he said,”

“Don’t worry about it,” Ruby looked at Monse.

“There you go again,” Monse crossed her arms.

“There you go again what?” Ruby looked confused.

“Keeping things from us,” Elizabeth stood by Monse’s side, “stop withholding things from us,”

Monse pulled Ruby outside onto the porch, “Monse, wait! Monse! We need to go back inside,”

Monse faced Ruby, “what did Cesar exactly say? And how did he say it? We need context, tone. We need to know, Ruby.”

“Y’all know what I know,” Ruby insisted, “what I don’t know is why he said it. But he said it. We tried to get him to take it back, but he wouldn’t. So what can we do? Drop it,”

“I can’t,” Monse looked down.

“Why not?” Ruby asked.

“‘Cause I’m still figuring out if I still hate him. You heard what your brother said. How are we gonna survive high school without Cesar?” Monse said.

“Mario’s not some sage. Don’t take his words to heart, it’s just words,” Ruby tried to persuade Monse, but she wouldn’t give up.

“If that’s true then why should we take Cesar’s words to heart?” Monse turned the tables, “they’re just words,”

“Sometimes, it’s not what you say, but how you say it. And Cesar said it like he meant it. But things could be worse,”

“What’s worse than losing a friend?” Elizabeth asked.

“Entering high school with a rep,” Ruby said, “you’re smart enough to know that a rumor could ruin your life,” Monse and Elizabeth nodded, “but it’s contained.”

“You’re right. No one knows,” Monse sighed.

Jasmine rode by Ruby’s house with her scooter, but she stopped to talk to the three, “hi! Damn, Ruby. I see you! I see you! And I’m down with it,” Jasmine winked at Ruby, “I like the freaky, just like Monse,”

“What are you talking about?” Elizabeth asked.

“Y’all ain’t gotta be shy with me,” Jasmine smiled, “I know Cesar and Monse be getting it in,” Jasmine humped the air.

“No one knows?! Really?” Monse scoffed, “I officially hate the traitor, and now I’m gonna kick his ass,”

“Girl, I’m coming with,” Elizabeth growled.

“Monse! Eli!” Ruby ran back inside to take the dress off as the two girls got closer to the Diaz residence.

The two girls arrived at the Diaz house to see Cesar riding his skateboard and Oscar chilling on the wall. When they saw the suspect, Monse marched her way to Cesar and pushed him off of his skateboard.

“You little bitch!” Monse yelled as she began hitting Cesar.

“Damn, that hyna’s wild. Must be a freak on all fours,” a cholo said.

“Shut the fuck up, cabron. Before you’re gonna be like little homie over there,” Elizabeth snapped at the nearest cholo.

“I fought for you. I had your back. For what? For you to impress your puto friends and humiliate me?” Monse continued hitting Cesar as he tried to shield his face from the enraged girl on top of him.

“Hermanito, you better back up before you get smacked up,” Oscar smirked.

Elizabeth turned to the leader, “Callate, puto. You aboutta be smacked up like tú hermanito,”

“Watch it now, nena,” Oscar winked at the spitfire sophomore.

“Monse! Eli!” Jamal yelled as Ruby and Jamal pulled Monse to the sidewalk.

Elizabeth glared at the leader of the Santos as she walked back to her group of friends to listen to what they had to say.

“This is why we didn’t want to tell you guys!” Ruby yelled.

“Y’all goin’ crazy!” Jamal added.

“Crazy? We’re crazy?!” Monse yelled.

“Calm down. Breath,” Ruby tried to calm Monse down.

“Don’t you patronize me!” Monse pushed Jamal, “I don’t need you! Any of you! I was just trying to keep our crew together, but since Eli and I are the only ones who cares, y’all are dead to me! I’ll survive on my own,” Monse walked off.

The three stood completely dumbfounded by the afrolatina’s rant, but began walking home until a certain voice stopped them.

“Elizabeth,” The three turned to see Oscar standing on the steps of the porch, “come here,”

Jamal and Ruby looked at Elizabeth, asking if they should stay with her, but she knew that they were scared to even stay another minute, “it’s alright. I’ll text y’all when I get home,”

The two boys nodded and rushed to get home and avoid the feared leader so Elizabeth turned to walk towards the now empty porch. Oscar stood on the porch with a strong pose that oozed power and a smirk showed proudly upon his lips.

“Y-y-yeah,” Elizabeth stuttered.

“Let’s go inside so we can talk,” Oscar turned to the door to open it for her.

“No, gracias. Podemos hablar aquí,” Elizabeth blushed.

“Por qué eres tímido ahora? You were just talking real big, bebita,” Oscar smirked at the sudden shy girl in front of him.

“I w-was just heated i-in that moment,” Elizabeth put her arms behind her back and looked down when she felt the leader’s stare on her face.

“Alright. Let me see tu teléfono,” Oscar held out his hand.

“Por qué,” Elizabeth looked at him confused.

“Let me just see it. I’m gonna give you my number,” Elizabeth handed him her phone, “you can text me whenever and call me. If you need anything then hit me up, hermosa,”

“Oh, o-ok. Gracias, Spooky. Call me Eli. I kind of don’t like my name,”

“Oscar. Call me Oscar and no problema, princesa,” Oscar winked, “let me walk you home. Where do you stay at?”

“A few houses that way,” she pointed to her right.

“Alright. Vamos, hermosa,” Oscar walked down the steps, holding his hand out to help Elizabeth down the stairs, “so why haven’t I met you yet?”

“estaba en la prisión when I started hanging out with the crew,” Elizabeth shrugged.

Oscar nodded, “well, I find you muy hermosa. Let me get to know you,”

They were in front of her house as she leaned on the gate with Oscar leaning his hand next to her body and the other hand in his pocket, “we’ll see, Oscar Diaz. Buenas noches,”

“Buenas noches, hermosa,” Oscar smirked at the girl that walked under his arm to go inside the gate.

She had to work the next day so she immediately did her nightly routine then fell asleep in her bed with dreams of the big bad leader that live a few houses down. Her dreams carried her away and into dreamland until 7 am and her alarm blaring and telling her to get up. Elizabeth groaned as she slammed her hand down on the alarm and got up to get ready for the day. Once she was dressed and ready to go, she started cooking breakfast for herself and her mother since her dad was at the hospital still so she settled for eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns so she wouldn’t be late to the bus.

Elizabeth closed the front door and made her way to the bus stop with her earphones pushed into her ears with music blasting to keep her distracted from her surroundings. After a short five minute walk to the bus stop, a red Impala pulled up in front of it, but Elizabeth didn’t pay any mind to it until the driver had honked his horn. She looked up fast and saw the familiar bald head and bicep tattoo.

“H-hey,” Elizabeth smiled.

“Where you headed?” Oscar raised an eyebrow.

“Some of us have to work and can’t lead a gang,” Elizabeth chuckled.

“Where is it at? I can drive you,” Oscar leaned over to open the door.

Elizabeth thought for a second before getting in, “it’s in San Bernardino. Amazon warehouse,”

“Why are you working there?” Oscar began driving the car, “don’t you gotta have your diploma for that?”

“Yup, but I have some connections and they let me work there. They pay well and I got enough saved for the future,” Elizabeth sighed.

“Whatchu savin’ up for in the future?” Oscar glanced at the young girl.

“That’s gotta be at a later time,” Elizabeth shrugged, “if y-you even s-stick around,”

Half an hour passed with small talk between the two until they finally arrived in front of the warehouse building. Elizabeth gathered her stuff and opened the door to get out until a hand touched her forearm,

“Mamita, what time you getting off?”

Elizabeth turned with her cheeks ablazed, “3. Bye, Oscar. Thanks for the ride,”

TIME SKIP

It was the end of Elizabeth’s shift and she made her way out after clocking out and as she opened the door, she saw the familiar Impala with a familiar body leaning against the front. She walked up to the body with red cheeks that seemed to always come when he was around.

“W-what are you doing here?” Elizabeth cleared her throat.

“What does it look like?” Oscar smirked, “picking you up, bebe,” Oscar opened the passenger door for her so she got inside and fiddled with her fingers as Oscar went around to get into the driver’s side. When he got inside, Elizabeth quietly thanked him for taking her to work and picking her up,

“Gracias, Oscar, for picking me up and dropping me off,”

“No problema,” Oscar looked straight ahead at the traffic and a comfortable silence followed. “You’re very shy pero you have a fire in your eyes that you won’t let out. Por que?” Oscar questioned her as they got closer to Freeridge.

They were getting closer as Elizabeth thought about her answer until they reached her place, “some things...are meant to be kept inside,” she opened the door and got out, “bye, Oscar,”

The two went separate ways as the days went by and it was the first day of school. Elizabeth’s alarm went off as she groaned and slammed the snooze button to rub her eyes. At that moment, her mother came in and sat on her bed with a small smile at the sight of her daughter waking up, reminding the mother of the past times her daughter woke up.

“Mi amor, time to get up. It’s time for school and I made breakfast before I have to leave for work,” Leticia Hernandez smoothed down Elizabeth’s hair.

“Gracias, ma,” Elizabeth smiled before it dropped, “how is papa?”

“Tu papa es bueno pero still the same,” Leticia teared up, “things will be ok, mija,”

“I know, mama,” Elizabeth kissed her mother’s cheek, “I paid the phone bill and the internet bill so don’t worry about that,”

“Mija, don’t do that,” Leticia slightly frowned, “you should keep that money for you. I got the bills,”

“I know, ma, pero it’s fine. I have enough for myself. I just wanna help relieve some stress from you,” Elizabeth pouted.

Leticia’s eyes began overwhelmed with tears as it began running down her cheeks, “I don’t deserve a daughter like you,”

“Yes you do, ma,” Elizabeth hugged her mom, “you deserve the world with how hard you’re working. Now get to work so you’re not late and so I can get ready for school,”

“Wait, before we do that. I got something for you in the mail,” Leticia pulled out a letter, “read it,”

Elizabeth took the envelope and saw “UCLA” on the corner, when she saw it, her heart pounded in her chest and she began to get nervous, “open it, mija,” her mother softly said, Elizabeth’s hand shook as she opened the envelope and took the paper out. Her eyes skimmed over the letter and stopped at the first few lines of the letter seeing the “congratulations.”

“I-i-i goT IN! MA, I GOT IN! FULL RIDE SCHOLARSHIP! I’M GOING TO UCLA WHEN I’M DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL!”

The two cheered and jumped around with tears going down their eyes, but soon embraced each other in a long hug. After a few minutes, they went their separate ways to continue with their day as Leticia left the house to go to the hospital for her shift as a registered nurse. Elizabeth went down to eat her breakfast, but was able to finish half of it so she packed it to put it in the fridge then did her morning routine. Once everything was done, she put on her denim shorts and a black v-neck t-shirt with checkered Vans slip-ons that adorned her feet. When she grabbed her backpack from next to her bed, she left her humble abode and to the Diaz house to meet with the gang.

“‘Sup, guys,” Elizabeth yawned, “we waiting for Diaz?”

The group nodded as the sound of a door opening caught their attention even more when Cesar walked out and to the group. Everyone looked at each other then began walking to school to start off the new year.

“I can’t do this,” Jamal said, “I can’t keep secrets! It’s gonna make me implode! I don’t know why anybody keeps secrets,”

“There is something I need to tell you guys,” Monse said before gunshots rang out.

“.44!” Everyone yelled with a smile for the feel of things going back.

However, that was when a car pulled up next to them, “Cesar,” Oscar called out as he got out and pulled the seat to allow enough space for Cesar to get through.

Cesar looked at the group then went into the car with his older brother and gang before Oscar pushed the seat back and got in himself, sparing a glance towards the crew. He drove away as the group followed to stand in the middle of the road looking at the back of the Impala.

“What were you going to say?” Ruby asked as he turned to Monse.

“Cesar,” Monse turned to the remaining group, “we need to save him,”

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Fake It Till You Make It - Four

A Sam x Reader Series

PART FOUR

Y/N knows it’s a bad idea to try telling her family that she’s dating Sam Winchester. But it’s just for the week of her sister’s wedding, and it’s all fake anyway. What could go wrong?

Word Count: 3500

Warnings: plus size! Reader, fatphobic comments and self esteem issues, Y/N’s family are demons, gratuitous Meg pep talks because I love her and I’m sorry

A/N: Sorry for taking forever, being a depressed squid took more of my time than planned. Also sorry for any pain this part may cause, I promise to fix it next time.

Sam and your father returned from golfing the following afternoon relatively unscathed. A few jokes were made about a lawyer not knowing how to golf, but they were surprisingly good natured, considering your family’s penchant for throwing passive-aggressive barbs around. Sam just took it in stride, the same way he had with everything that had been thrown at both of you this week, with a smile and a nod and a hand on whatever part of you was within reach.

You, on the other hand, were in freefall. You’d known on some level even back at Dean’s dinner table that it wasn’t a particularly great plan for you to bring Sam to your sister’s wedding, but you hadn’t anticipated the reality of playing this charade. He was everything you’d ever wanted, even earning the approval of the only family members that mattered (even if Meg did still like flirting with him) and none of it was real. Kissing him had only made it all worse, and Sam’s subsequent apology for blindsiding you that evening didn’t come close to making anything better.

Now, the two of you were curled up in one lounge chair at Ruby’s behest, and you were pretty sure that this was some personal hell devised by the devil to torture you. You weren’t entirely sure why Ruby had felt that a pre-wedding family bonfire was necessary on her last night as an unmarried woman, but she’d insisted, so here you both were.

Gramma Lilith, who was quickly becoming the primary villain here, had started fawning over the two of you the instant you made your appearance on the back lawn, somehow strong-arming you into sharing a seat and insisting that Sam could keep you warm. (Your arguments ranged from the overall midsummer heat to the fact that you were literally sitting in front of a fire, but you didn’t bother voicing them.)

Your first thought was to try to get through this as professionally as possible (if professional was even a word that could be applied to this shitshow) but the expensive chairs circling Aunt Abaddon’s fire pit were designed at too far of a reclined angle for you not to be basically laying on top of Sam. You tried your hand weakly at looking as relaxed as Ruby, sprawled nearby across her fiance, but internally, your heart was racing, muscles tensed like you wanted to run.

“Okay?” Sam murmured into the top of your head, one hand tracing absent designs over your arm.

“Peachy,” you grumbled back, sarcasm bleeding into your voice in spite of yourself. You were tucked mostly between him and the arm of the lounge chair, but there was still enough of your weight on him to make you decidedly uncomfortable. You gotta lose some of that weight before you try sitting on me, Dick had said to you once, all bright white teeth and supposedly innocent teasing.

You tried in vain to keep your stupid fat thighs from touching him, like you could convince them to condense into a smaller space through sheer force of will. Of course, the laws of physics weren’t on your side, and all you succeeded in doing was wriggling around like a particularly uncomfortable worm, earning yourself a weird look from Meg over the fire and an awkward throat-clearing from Sam.

“Y/N,” he started, sounding vaguely strained. “Can you, um, not--”

“What about you two?” Meg said suddenly, loudly, knocking both of you out of your own awkward world. She was looking at you expectantly, and, you realized with a sinking stomach, so was most of the rest of your family.

“Sorry, what?”

Meg rolled her eyes. “What was your first date like?” she enunciated every word with exaggerated emphasis, shaking her head at you.

“Yes,” your mother chimed in, leaning forward with interest. “We’d love to hear what you did to make...this...happen,”

It was on the tip of your tongue to just give up and blurt out, we’ve never had one. Sam must have been able to feel the tension vibrating through you, though, and pulled you to settle back against him, taking over answering the question.

“I met her through my brother,” he said easily, and you could vaguely feel him winding some of your hair up around his finger. “I came over one afternoon and there she was, asking his boyfriend if their bees could smell fear,”

You flushed at the memory. Yeah, you’d agreed to use the real story of how you met, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t embarrassing. Poor Cas had had to spend a solid half hour convincing you that the bees weren’t going to attack you that day.

“She had on this pink sundress, and I heard her laughing, and I just thought...she was beautiful. Took me forever to do anything about it, though,” Sam went on, and that was all true too, the dress you’d been wearing and the fit of laughter you and Cas had broken into when Sam first showed up in the backyard. You hadn’t expected him to remember that much detail, though, and it did something strange to your insides to listen to it.

“I took her to the diner on 5th Street,” Sam admitted, still playing with your hair. “I was too afraid of screwing up to come up with something more original.” He sounded so adorably hesitant, even now, that your head was popping up before you could think about it, could remember that he was just weaving a story.

“Hey, I liked it fine,” you protested, and it hit you like a sudden gut punch that there was something to remember. Because the first time Sam took you anywhere was to the 5th Street diner that was halfway between your place and Dean’s. You’d only done it to plan something for Dean’s birthday last year, and of course it wasn’t a real date, but the two of you really had been there.

Sam’s only limit in this conversation was the world of his own imagination. If he wanted to, he could have told everyone that he’d taken you skydiving in New Zealand for your first date, and yet here he was, using memories from your real life with a dopey smile on his face.

“Sickening,” Meg was saying dryly, a smirk on her lips to take the sting out of it. “Hey, Y/N, when you marry him, can I wear jeans?” If there was anything you should have been deflecting, it was that, squashing thoughts of marriage from the group’s mind before anyone latched onto it, but all you said was, “I’ll think about it,”

That was apparently enough to satisfy Meg, and the conversation moved on to other things that thankfully weren’t focused on you and Sam. You sighed heavily, and Sam slid one big palm over your hair, tucking your head down to rest against his chest. It was comfortable, and you were too tired in the flickering firelight to keep worrying, and you let yourself melt against him, absorbing his warmth as your eyes fluttered shut. Sam never let up on combing his hands through your hair, lulling you into a half-conscious state that barely registers anything beyond overlapping voices and the pop of the bonfire and Sam.

It occurred to you suddenly, as you drifted somewhere between awareness and spaced-out calm, that it had been a very long time since someone had just held you. None of your family had ever been particularly tactile, save for the required gestures and whatever new tactic your mother was using to disguise her fussing. Dean and Cas and Charlie always gave you a hug when they saw you, but they were quick, always moving on to something else. And you’d never once had a boyfriend that held you for anything more than sex.

“Hey,” Sam murmured lowly against the top of your head. “Still with me, darlin’?”

You blinked sleepily, raising your head to peer up at him, and he gave a low chuckle that you felt more than heard, smiling gently at you.

“It’s late. Unless you wanna sleep out here?” he raised an eyebrow at you teasingly, shifting underneath you to sit up a bit more.

A quick glance around showed that you were the only ones left outside, somehow, and the fire was nothing more than a handful of faintly glowing coals in the bottom of the pit. “How did we...where did everyone--” you tried, brain still not quite online enough to process how you’d somehow slept through everyone getting up and leaving. Knowing your family, they wouldn’t have been quiet about it.

“I didn’t want to move you,” Sam shrugged sheepishly. “You seemed like you needed it,”

“Oh, yeah, I was probably drooling all over you,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes up into your skull.

“S’fine,” Sam looked a little hesitant, a little awkward, but mostly he looked strangely content, and for just a moment, you could convince yourself that this was your real life, that you and Sam could do this whenever you wanted, that you could always be this close.

“So I get to see you in a fancy dress tomorrow, huh?” Sam nudged you lightly, smiling.

You huffed. “Don’t remind me, it’s ugly. It’s all...clingy,” you wrinkled your nose.

“You make most things look good,” Sam promised, like it was the obvious thing to say and didn’t send your stomach flipping around rebelliously.

“That’s very nice of you to say,” you said with mock sweetness before scowling at him, “and also a blatant lie.”

“Is not,” Sam looked affronted, and you were struck with a sudden desire to kiss the pout off of his soft lips. Damn it, Y/N, don’t you dare go there, you snapped at yourself instantly.

“God, I can’t wait for this week to be over,” you groaned out instead, trying to pull the conversation onto safer ground. You flashed him a cheerful smile, your words more a reminder to yourself than to him when you tack on teasingly, “You’re almost off the hook, boyfriend,” Of course, because the universe hated you and took great pleasure in reminding you, it took very little to send everything sliding downhill from there.

Sam’s answering smile didn’t reach his eyes, and he shifted slightly in the chair, as if he was debating something. “Y/N, I--”

“We’re so close to not having to spend every waking moment together,” you chirped, like an idiot, and, still sitting inches away from the man you had to remember you could not have, you watched hurt and something darker flash across his expression.

Sam clenched his jaw, taking a breath in like he was going to say something, and then, for the second time in as many days, slammed his lips into yours without any warning.

Conscious thought turned into static as you surrendered to the onslaught of his mouth moving over yours, sending a bolt of electricity flying through your entire body. If Sam’s kiss on the driveway was tinged with desperation, this one was worse. As cliche as you knew it sounded, Sam kissed you like a starving man, hands sliding across your back to pull you impossibly closer as he devoured your mouth, swallowing your meep of surprise and sliding his tongue against yours.

Sam shifted beneath you in the chair, abruptly bringing you into contact with the noticeable bulge in his well-worn jeans, and it was more instinct than anything else that had you grinding down against him, pulling a choked sound out of his throat that only encouraged you. There was a heady thrill in knowing that it was you doing this, Sam doing more in five minutes to make you feel desirable than anyone else ever had, and the slide of your bodies felt strangely inevitable, like it was the matching other half to the sensation that had been stuck in your chest since you turned off the freeway in Sam’s car a week ago.

You wondered for a split second if his touch would still be able to set you on fire the same way if he hadn’t spent days smiling at you, talking you up, defending you, and the harsh reminder of why you were even here at all hit you like ice water. You scrambled to your feet so quickly that you narrowly missed kneeing Sam in the crotch, and then you were backing away, your hands flying uselessly around your face to push your hair back and somehow wipe the blush off your cheeks.

You couldn’t do this. You were supposed to know better. And you weren’t going to let Sam Winchester break your heart, even unintentionally, because you didn’t know if you could survive that.

“What are you doing?” you hissed out, straightening your clothes hastily.

Sam scrambled to sit up in the reclined lounge chair, confusion painted across his face and his chest still heaving with ragged breaths that should not have been affecting you the way they were. “W-what?”

You threw your hands up, impatience and anger rising up to protect you from the weight of your fear. “There’s nobody watching us, Sam. There’s no point in faking it,”

“Faking it,” Sam echoed flatly, hazel eyes flicking over you rapidly like he was trying so hard to understand. It might have been a little heartbreaking if you weren’t too preoccupied with guarding yours.

“Yeah,” you went on, digging yourself further because you never knew when to stop. “Look, I know we’ve been putting on a show but you can’t just--” you trailed off limply, not even trying anymore to label the storm of emotions in your ribcage. “People like us don’t do this for real,” Guys like you don’t look at girls like me.

“Huh. Well I’m glad I could help you with your show,” Sam spat out coldly, and you froze at the tone. You’d heard it once before, when Sam had once taken apart Castiel’s asshat older brother over immigration politics, and Luke had yet to show his face since. Charlie called it the I went to Stanford law now let me tell you all the reasons this argument is over voice. And you’d never once thought it would be directed at you.

“Sam, I--”

He was already gone, a rapidly shrinking shadow disappearing into the house on long legs you couldn’t hope to catch up with. Fuck.

You spent the night before Ruby’s wedding staring at the ceiling, hands folded across your chest and so still you could probably have passed for a medieval tomb effigy. Beside you in the dark, Sam’s breaths were too shallow, too even to pass for sleep, but neither of you said a word. He’d already had the lights off by the time you convinced your leaden legs to carry you back into the house and up the stairs, and you’d just changed into pajamas like a robot and laid down in defeat. You didn’t sleep.

Sam had no day-of obligations, so you left him in bed when the sun finally rose, swallowing against the sick pit in your stomach and making your way to Ruby’s bedroom, where there was already enough shrieking to compound the headache drilling through your skull. For the first time, though, you actually felt grateful for your sister and her antics--the storm of chaos she was whipping up and her endless, high-pitched demands left you with no brain space to think about your monumental fuck-up the night before.

You jammed a pin into your hair impatiently, cursing when the ends slipped out of your fingers for the hundredth time, and bit down hard on your red-painted lip. The maid of honor didn’t get to throw a tantrum on the wedding day.

“Well don’t you look like cold shit,” Meg commented dryly, her head popping up in the mirror over your shoulder. She was already dressed, wearing the gray bridesmaid dress fair better than you were going to, and she snapped her fingers impatiently. “Gimme,”

You put the card of hair pins into her hand wordlessly, fighting the irrational sting of tears in your eyes when she coiled your hair up easily, looking for just a second like she was your little cousin again, soaking wet on the bathroom floor and laughing.

“Is Ruby getting to you?” she murmured, a calculating look on her face as she studied you in the mirror, trying to crack your shitty mood. “You’re almost done, you know.”

“Yeah, no, I know,” you said hollowly.

Meg cocked her head, reaching around you for a bottle of hairspray. “Okay, not Ruby. Which is shocking, by the way. So what gives?”

“Nothing,”

“Wow. You’re usually better at bullshitting than this.” She arched a brow. “Tell you what. I can cover you for five minutes, go find your boy. Can’t have you moping your way down the aisle, Ruby’ll kill you if you ruin the photos.”

“Sam can’t do anything,” you returned flatly, leaning forward mechanically toward the mirror to examine your slightly-wobbly eyeliner.

“Sure he can. Boy’s so in love with you it’s nauseating,” Meg countered cheerfully, making a face at you.

“He’s not,”

Meg scrunched up her face at those words, frowning as she pulled up the bodice of her dress. “What’d you do, have a fight or something? Jesus, just kiss and make up,”

“It’s fake,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, and once you’d started, it took very little for the whole story to come pouring out to the one person that might listen. “It’s fake, the whole thing’s fake, he’s...he’s just Dean’s brother, we wanted to get my mom off my back--” You took a shuddering breath, wincing at how stupidly hysterical the whole thing made you sound.

“Bullshit,” Meg declared solidly, grabbing the eyeliner pen out of your hand impatiently. “Give me that, you’re doing a shit job.”

You surrendered to the gale force that was your cousin, letting her manhandle your head into her preferred position and shutting your eyes obediently while she drew a neat line across your eyelid. “No, Meg, it’s--”

“It’s bullshit,” she repeated, holding up a hand to stop you as you reopened your eyes to protest. “No, I don’t care what you’re gonna say. Maybe it was fake for you, but there’s no way in hell anybody could fake the way he looks at you. That boy is so gone on you it’s not even funny. He’s your unicorn, and I’m kinda jealous, so whatever you did,” she narrowed her eyes. “Fix it.”

“Meg, you don’t understand--”

“Yeah, you’re damn right I don’t understand.” She cut you off, crossing her arms and somehow managing to look just as intimidating in a bridesmaid’s dress as she did in a black leather jacket. “This family is a shitshow. I know it, you know it, everybody knows it. So why are you still listening to them?”

“I don’t--” you started weakly.

“Just because you’re not a size two and marrying into the Roman Enterprises fortune doesn’t mean anything, Y/N. You don’t not deserve him, or whatever, so get your fucking head on straight.” Meg rolled her eyes, gesturing to the dress hanging next to you in a clear sign that her warm fuzzy conversation capacity had been reached. “Get dressed.”

It took you a long time to obey, staring at yourself in the little mirror station that Aunt Abaddon had had set up for everyone in the bridal party to get ready. As you zipped up the clingy gray dress, Meg’s blunt words bouncing around in your head, your eyes catalogued every curve, every flaw you’d had memorized and hated by the time you were thirteen. It was just something you lived with, a low hum in the back of your conscious that reminded you not to pose the wrong way for photos and to stay away from bikinis and to adjust the way your clothes fit when you sat down.

Except Sam had never once made you feel that you had to. Sam made you feel like a person before a body, somehow convinced you that the words your family had been hurling at you for years were lies, and when he called you beautiful you wanted to believe him. And as Meg’s words echoed in your head once more, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, she was right about some of it.

You pinched your lips into a wry smile in the mirror, giving yourself one last cursory onceover before you resolutely turned away to go see if Ruby was ready. Your job today was to be a maid of honor. And anything else, no matter what Meg thought she knew...you knew it was already too late.

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CSFF: The Blind Dates 1/1

Author: thejacketandthehook (aka everystareverywhere)

Summary: Killian is subjected to many blind dates

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Rating: G

Word Count: 3666

Author’s Notes: I was inspired to write this based off of this prompt: https://shireness-says.tumblr.com/post/614592715276025856/ok-but-consider-thisI @shireness-says I hope you enjoy it and it's what you envisioned.

A30

“Killian, I think you need to try dating again.”

The man in question raised his eyebrow to his sister-in-law and simply shook his head. “Nope. Thanks, love, but I’m good.”

Elsa pouted. It didn’t have the same effect on him as it did on his older brother. “But Killian—”

“No ‘buts,’” he quickly interrupts, holding up a finger. He puts it down after she glares at it before glaring at him. “Elsa, love, I’m fine. Really.”

“One date,” she insists holding up one finger. And again with the pout. She must think that all Jones men have a weakness against her pout when really, it’s just her husband. He can understand why his brother fell for her almost instantly – Elsa truly is a beauty. With long pale blonde hair, that’s almost always in a braid of some kind, and light blue eyes, she looks almost like a icy queen until you realize that she is just a loving, caring person.

A loving, caring person who can’t stop putting her nose into her brother-in-law’s love life. Why couldn’t he get a sister-in-law who could care less about him, or could care less if he dates? Honestly, Liam had to marry the one woman in the world who cares whether or not Killian Jones has a date on Friday night.

“Killian, please?” she begs. “Belle is a wonderful person, I’m sure—”

“Elsa, I said no.”

She keeps this up for a week.

She pouts.

He finally says yes.

(He might see why his brother is powerless to the pout. But honestly it wasn’t the pout that got him. He just wanted her to stop).

~*~*~*~

Belle is lovely, and charming, and beautiful. She has hazel green eyes, and long brown hair. Her smile is nice, and though he can’t quite place her accent (he’s going to go with Australia, but he could be wrong), he enjoys spending time with her.

“You ever been sailing, love?” he asks as their entrees arrive. He picked out a place not too far from where she works (she’s a librarian), but also close to where his brother works in case he needs to make a quick get-away. He doesn’t.

“No, but I would love to,” she sighs dreamily. “I just…I want adventures, you know?”

He does. He smiles and nods. And okay, she’s not the worst person in the world, and he can already see Elsa doing a fist pump in the air, but he’ll let her have this one. Because Belle is…well, she’s something.

And as charmed as he is by her, there’s just something…not there. He would hate to think that it’s a lack of spark, because he doesn’t believe in that kind of thing. He doesn’t. Sparks in a relationship are for people who read too much Nicholas Sparks or think that 10 Things I Hate About You is the best romantic comedy ever created.

(It wasn’t. You’ve Got Mail is the best one he’s seen, and yes, he will fight you on that.)

As they eat dessert (yes, this is going better than he planned), she starts asking him, “Have you read Pride and Prejudice?”

“I think it’s a bit underwhelming, to be honest,” he says as he using his fork to cut the piece of cheesecake. So he doesn’t see her shoulder drop, but he does hear her small, “Oh.”

He shrugs as he says, “I’m just not a fan of Austen. She’s a bit of a bore for me.”

Belle remains friendly enough, but that spark is definitely missing now, and Killian can’t help but wonder if perhaps they weren’t getting along as well as he thought.

But when he drops her off at her apartment building, she lets him walk her to the door and they give a small kiss.

Yeah. No spark.

He’s about to write this one off, when he sees an advertisement for the new Emma movie and asks if she would like to accompany him. “Try to make me an Austen fan, love.”

They go. It’s alright.

Even Belle wasn’t too impressed with it.

“I’ve seen better,” she said as they walk out of the theatre. “There’s a mini series that’s just gorgeous, with Johnny Lee Miller and Romola Garai. That one is good.”

“I’ll take your word for it, love.”

He gives her more of a peck than a kiss. She doesn’t argue.

There’s a book reading at her library and she asks if he wants to go. He kind of does, so he goes. Belle sits next to him as the author is reading their book, and she leans over to whisper something in his ear and his heart doesn’t pound, his blood is not racing, and he has no urge to grab her hand. He smiles and chuckles at her observation and comes to a realization. One that he brings to her attention later that evening.

“Belle, love, I think we need to talk.”

She sighs, like she knew this was coming. “You don’t feel it either, do you?”

Now he sighs. “I’m sorry, love.”

She waves him off. “No, please, don’t beat yourself over it.” She’s quite for a moment before she says, “But I do like you, Killian. Just not like that.”

He chuckles. “I feel the same way.”

She shakes her head slightly before saying, “Can we be friends instead?”

“Besides Elsa, I don’t I’ve ever had a friend that was a girl.”

She gives a playful shrug as she responds, “True something new.”

He laughs. “Okay. Friends.” He holds out his hand, which she takes and they give one big shake.

“Friends.” She turns to put her key in the door before asking, “We should get coffee sometime. You know. As friends.”

Coffee with Belle sounds wonderful, actually. “I’d love that.”

So that’s what they do. Every few weeks, they get a coffee and catch up on their lives.

Elsa, however, is less than thrilled.

“Seriously? It didn’t work out? I could have sworn that you two would have been perfect for each other!” she insists.

“Leave the poor boy alone,” Liam says from the couch, looking over his phone. “Sweetheart, when he’s ready, he’ll date.”

Yeah. That didn’t stop her. Nor does it stop Belle, apparently.

“I agree with Elsa,” she tells him one day after he’s complained that Elsa wants to set him up on another blind date. “I think you do need someone.”

“I don’t need anyone.”

Belle gave a small, sad smile. “I think you do.”

Which is how he ended up on a blind date with a woman named Ariel. She’s friendly, a little too friendly for him, but she also seems a bit…well….

She gets distracted easily. Everything seems to fascinate her, except him, apparently.

Their waiter, Eric, well he certainly has her attention. She checks him out more than she looks Killian in the eye.

He walks her to her car, and doesn’t hear from her again.

“She’s dating Eric,” Belle tells him two weeks later when they both have a chance to rehash that disastrous date.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” he says with no trace of anger or disappointment in his voice. “She really did seem quite taken by him.”

Elsa announces later that week that she knows someone else that Killian will like.

“Please, God no.”

He goes.

Tink is bubbly and funny and sarcastic and he kind of likes her. She’s blonde, tiny, almost like a pixie, and isn’t afraid to show her emotions. They talk throughout their entire meal, and Killian actually wants to take her out again.

But he must have missed a sign or signal or something because he calls and she doesn’t pick up. He asks Elsa if something happened, and she says she that she doesn’t think so.

Oh.

He’s a tad disappointed, but 24 hours later he’s completely over it and ready to move on.

And so is Elsa and Belle, apparently.

“No, I’m determined to get you a girlfriend,” Belle says going through her contacts.

“Belle, please, if you loved me, you would stop this and stop encouraging my sister-in-law.”

“Oh!” she says, looking up from her contact list with her eyes wide. “Of course. Anna!”

Anna. As in Elsa’s younger sister. As in his sister-in-law. As in the girl who literally gave a 15 minutes Maid of Honor’s toast (yes, he timed it.). Anna, who’s sweet, but talks too bloody much for his liking.

“No. Absolutely not. I’m putting my foot down on this one.”

“But Killian—”

“Belle. No.”

She doesn’t suggest it again.

(Except as a joke.)

But when she mentions Mulan, a woman she knows from her gym, she insists. “She’s tough, Killian,” Belle informs him. “She’s not a talker and she doesn’t beat about the bush. You’ll like her.”

As soon as Mulan arrives at the bar (she insisted; he didn’t argue), she informs him, “Look, I’m here because Belle is my friend. But I’m going to be honest. I like her. But in a different way than you do.”

Killian is a little surprised by that announcement, but shrugs before saying, “Fair enough. But listen, I’m hungry and those potato skins look really good. Want to split some appetizers and I’ll tell you how you can get Belle’s attention?”

Honestly, it was the best date that he’s had in a while.

But then, then, he sees her.

It’s about three weeks after his date with Mulan (he didn’t tell Belle why it didn’t work out. He figured that she would realize soon enough) and he’s working at his bar when she walks in.

And as much as he hates romantic comedies (okay, he doesn’t hate them, but he’s trying to make a point) and he thinks they’re cliché, time really does seem to slow down when he notices her across the bar.

With her long blonde hair that grazing the middle of her back, a tight red leather jacket over a dark gray shirt, with even tighter jeans and black boots, Killian thinks his tongue might be on the floor.

She’s meeting a group of friends (and he hates that he likes that it’s all women) before she walks over to the bar. He almost trips over himself to make sure she’s not waiting too long.

“Rum and coke,” she says, “Apple martini, and…” she pauses, looks down, “God, what in hell did Ruby want?” she thinks as she taps her fingers on the bar.

He should be upset that she’s taking up his time, but honestly he just wants to put his chin in his hand and look at her some more, because her eyes are the most beautiful shade of green he has ever seen, and he thinks he suddenly knows why Tom Hanks keep tripping up every time he gets near Meg Ryan.

She looks up at him when she finally remembers, “Oh, right! And a bees knees.” She raises an eyebrow. “Is that a real drink?”

He smirks. “Aye, actually. Made with lemon, honey, and gin. I believe that it was created in the prohibition era, to cover up the fact that people were making illegal drinks at home.”

She shakes her head, but gives a small smile. “Come to a bar, and get a history lesson. Didn’t expect that.”

“Always expect the unexpected,” he grins before getting work on her drinks.

He places them on the bar and she hands over her credit card. He can’t help but take a look at her name.

“We’ll have a tab going all night,” she informed him as she sets the drinks up so she’ll be able to carry them.

“Got it. Swan.”

She rolls her eyes, but otherwise says nothing as she leaves.

If he keeps an eye on her all night, that’s something between him and God.

They don’t order to many more drinks and when she comes to get her card and sigh the receipt, he makes sure that she has a ride home.

She smiles before telling him that the husband of one of her friends is on his way.

He takes a sigh of relief and wonders if he’ll ever see her again as she steps out of the bar.

He doesn’t need to wonder that too long. The next day (Sunday), he walks into the café that he and Belle have come to over the course of the last year and turns bright red when he sees her in the corner reading a book.

He sits facing her (Belle was sitting in the opposite chair when he arrived, he swears he didn’t plan it). His eyes keep looking over at her as she sips her drink and turns the pages of the book so carefully, almost like she caressing the pages.

Okay, so he might be romanticizing her, but he can’t seem to help it. He barely knows her and he’s captivate by her.

(Belle would say “smitten” if she knew. She doesn’t.

Yet.)

He barely hears Belle, his attention going over to Emma (yes, he also remembers her name from the credit card, sue him), until she says, “So, then I realized that I should just pierce my lip and dye my hair.”

Well, that got his attention. His eyes quickly look back at her and see that she’s smirking at him.

“What’s got your attention?” she asks.

He quickly looks down at his coffee cup. “Nothing.”

“Killian,” she warns.

“Belle, trust me. It’s nothing. Just…forget it.”

She huffs. “I can’t forget something when I don’t even know what that ‘something’ is!” She turns around to see what’s got his attention, but Emma’s not there and he takes a sigh of relief.

She turns back. “I’m going to figure it out.”

He nods. “You do that. I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

When he comes out, he bumps into someone and without thinking about it, grabs onto their arms to steady them.

Oh. It’s Emma.

“Oh,” she says when she looks at his face. “It’s you.”

And the fact that she kind of, might actually remember him makes his face feel ten degrees warmer and his heart pound a little harder.

“It’s you,” he sighs as he drops his hands.

(Hopefully he didn’t sigh, but he’s pretty sure he did. God damn, if he could smack himself right now, he would).

He clears his throat before commenting, “I see you must have gotten home safely.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You do realize that I don’t live in this café.”

He blushes even harder and looks down. “Right. Of course.”

She laughs. “It’s nice to know that you care, though. Don’t see that in too many bartenders.”

He looks back up at her. God, she’s pretty. “Really?”

She shrugs but gives a small smile. “Don’t know, really. I don’t usually see the bartender the next day.”

He chuckles before rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess…Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t.”

“I know that you know my name from the credit card, but I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Killian. Killian Jones.”

“Well, Killian, Killian, Jones,” she mocks and he laughs, “it’s was nice seeing you again.”

“You as well.”

She smiles as she walks around him to get to the exit.

Killian sits down, a smile on his face refusing to go away, and Belle sits back with her arms crossed and her bottom lip jutting out a little.

“What?”

She shakes her head, but says nothing.

When they come back the next week, Emma arrives after they do, but gets the same table. Killian is once again distracted, but this time Belle watches as a young blonde woman walks past them, and Killian’s eyes won’t stop watching her.

Belle gets an idea.

Killian gets a phone number.

(It happened when she came back to bar that following Friday. He kept smiling at her and she kept grinning at him and when she signed the receipt, there was a napkin with her number on it. He messages her the next day, because as much as he didn’t want to seem overly excited, damn it, he was.)

They message each other constantly, and twice she’s called him and they’ve spoken on the phone for hours (one time he went to work with only 3 hours of sleep in him. He was dead on his feet the entire time, a headache forming in the back of his eyes, but he wouldn’t trade one minute of it.)

He daydreams about kissing her. Kissing her on his couch. Kissing her on the bar. Kissing her in car.

(Honestly, his dreams are way worse. And by that, he means they are way better).

If he didn’t know himself better, he’d think he was half in love with her already. But he can’t ask her out. Because she’s been burnt in the past, and she doesn’t trust easily, and he knows that and understands that and respects that. So he’s going to bid his time, make sure she understands that he’s not going anywhere. That she can trust him. Rely on him. But that kind of thing takes time, and you know what? For her, he’s got all the time in the world.

Belle, however, has other ideas.

“Just one more blind date,” she tells him.

He can’t even think of looking at another woman, let alone go on a date with one. He only wants to go out with Emma. No one else.

Elsa agrees with Belle.

“One more date, Killian. If this one doesn’t work out, I’ll drop the entire thing.”

Belle, more or less, says the same thing.

Killian really doesn’t want to. But they persist. Both of them. At one point, they both came into his bar right before his shift to convince him why he needs to keep dating.

“I don’t want to date!” he wants to shout at them. But then they would ask him why, and he doesn’t want to talk about Emma, and why he can’t date her. Her past is her past, and that is her business. The fact that she told him this much information about herself is already mind-blowing to him. But it’s not his story to tell, so he won’t.

But they won’t shut up about it.

Belle insists. Elsa insists. They actually get his brother in on it too.

He relents. Again, if nothing else than to shut them up.

Belle tells him the girl’s name is Jane Fairfax, and that name sounds somewhat familiar, but he can’t place from where. Maybe she’s mentioned her to Killian before?

Anyway, to say that Killian is not looking forward to this date would be like saying that root canal work is fun. Unfortunately for him, he’s the only one that feels that way. But he’ll go on this date and then he’ll come back to his apartment and message Emma until he literally falls asleep with the phone in his hand (has happened more times that he cares to admit at this point).

Elsa sets it up at Tony’s, which seems a bit extreme for a first date—not to mention a blind first date—but Killian just wants to meet this Jane, eat his food, and get the hell out that he doesn’t care where they are right now.

His date is not there yet, so he goes over to the bar and sits down. He orders a rum straight up because it’s going to be a long night.

“Is this seat taken?”

That voice almost shatters him, because it can’t be…

It just can’t.

It is.

“Emma?” he asks, his eyes wide, slowly getting up from the bar stool (okay, more like sliding down the bar stool), his arms out to make sure she’s really there.

“Hi,” she smirks.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to meet a Frank Churchill. Name sound familiar?”

And it does. It really does. And he wants to smack himself in the forehead for not picking up on it earlier. Jane Fairfax. Frank Churchill. Those are characters from…

“Emma,” he laughs.

She chuckles too. “Yeah. You’re friend, Belle? Yeah, she contacted me.”

“How?”

“She got me when I was leaving the café one day. You left earlier and she…” Emma looked down, almost embarrassed, and he’s never seen her embarrassed before he wants to hug her so badly. “She told that you want to date me, but you’re too shy.” She looks up and seems unsure. “Is that true?”

His mouth is so dry. His palms are soaked. He nods.

She smiles and shakes her head. “Why didn’t you just ask? I would have said yes.”

“I was worried,” he manages to get out. “I know…about your past, and I just…I wanted to make sure you could trust me.”

She puts her hands on his arms and he can feel it. Sparks. “I do trust you, Killian. I thought you figured that out a while ago.”

He looks down and gives a small chuckle. “I did not.”

She shakes her head as her hands go up his arms to go around his neck. “When Belle approached me, she said that we were going to play a small game on you. She was wondering if you’d figure out who Jane Fairfax is.”

“I didn’t.”

She smiled. “I got that.”

“But I do know who Emma is,” he said leaning closer to her.

She let out a light chuckle that he could feel on his lips and chin. “Really now.”

He mutters, “I much prefer you.”

Her lips are on his after she says, “Thank God.”

~*~*~

Killian releases Elsa from their hug and she turns to her new sister-in-law and gives her a huge hug.

“I’m so glad that you two found each other.”

Killian watches as Mulan goes over to Belle from across the room and places a small kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek before handing her a glass of wine.

He looked down at his wife (his wife) and smiled.

“Me too.”

#captain swan fanfiction #captain swan #captain swan ff #csff #tumblr prompt #I wrote this at 12:00 at night #with no beta #all mistakes are mine #(probably from my exhaustion too)

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"It's Disgusting!"

Monday 12th October 2020

Good evening folks! I hope you've had a brilliant weekend. We're are back with another week of EastEnders and I am so intrigued as to what is going to happen this week. I'm just going jump straight in with it ... so the episode starts this evening with Whitney on the phone to Bianca. Bianca must've heard what happened while she was in court, Whitney is visibly tearful as she tries to explain to her what has happened and how she's going to deal with it. Is Bianca also trying to convince her to plead Not Guilty? As Whitney is walking through the Square, Sonia is following along behind her, adamant she needs plead Not Guilty, but Whitney has had enough. She claims to her that Leo is dead because of her, I guess Whitney just believes she needs to do what's right, regardless whether he made her life a misery or not. Do you guys really think she'll go down for Leo's murder? Or is there going to be some miraculous change of heart/mind of the jury and they could find her Not Guilty? Who knows?!

Meanwhile, Mick is still feeling the blame for what happened in Court. It's understandable that his head all over the place right now, trying to cope with the fact that he's found a daughter he never knew he had! He still hasn't told Linda about Frankie, how much longer is he going to keep her a secret? We all know secrets never last long in this soap and it's always explosive when secrets are revealed! He's just going to make things worse for himself and for Linda if he leaves it much longer! What do you guys think? Linda can see there's something clearly wrong with her husband, she tries to comfort him and assure him that what happened in court was not his fault, his panic attack couldn't be helped. But will Mick really see it that way?

Ahhh okay, so Phil is still going to do whatever he can to make sure that Raymond will be in his life. I kind of love the fact that he's making a cheese sandwich, I don't really know why ... I just think it's brilliant! Phil Mitchell making a cheese butty! Ha! Anyway, while he's preparing food in the kitchen, Ben is having a word with his Dad whether it really is a good idea to keep seeing Raymond, as he makes the valid point - "You can't go back on adoption!" Plus things are only going to explode once Ellie finds out who Phil really is. I know I've probably said it before, but this story is one that I'm really looking forward to - whether something will come out of it remains to be seen. But even the possibility of Ben seeing his younger brother, I think that scene - if it ever happens - is going to be beautiful!

Meanwhile, in the café, Gray is seen still looking very miserable, is he still thinking about what happened the day before? Is he perhaps hiding from Karen and Mitch? Karen still hasn't caught up with him for missing his wife's funeral, but I'm sure as soon as she claps eyes on him, she'll be having words! In the background Sonia and Linda are discussing how important it is to keep hold of things that mean the most to you, as one day it could all be taken away. As Linda leaves the room, Sonia approaches Gray and basically pleads to him to speak to Whitney, to try and convince her to change her mind, but Gray feels he's caused too much damage to her trial already, so he declines, much to her disappointment.

At the Prince Albert, Frankie is talking to Tina about other possible theme nights and promotions that they could put on at the bar, she states to Tina that not everyone who go to gay bars are gay, Tina makes a really funny remark to Frankie, after making a move on her and feeling embarrassed because she rejected her. Frankie's reaction is almost apologetic, she obviously feels bad for giving Tina the wrong impression. Suddenly, Linda makes her way in and asks Tina to have a talk with Mick, as she's asking Tina this favour, Frankie appears to listen in to the conversation. She overhears Linda explain that her husband isn't sleeping, not eating properly, isn't opening to up to her - she feels like he's hiding something. Frankie realises that it's because of her, we can see the look in her face! Is Frankie going to be able to somehow convince her Dad to tell the truth to his wife?!

Back at the Mitchell household, while Ben is waiting for Lexi, he's explaining to his boyfriend that he's really worried about Phil being hurt again. He worries that if Phil is going to keep seeing Raymond, it could all backfire for him. He makes the important point that the one person he's forgotten about is Denise, how is Denise going to feel if/when she finds out Phil has repeatedly been to see their son. Callum makes the suggestion that perhaps Phil seeing Raymond may be a good thing, the silver lining is that he's not focusing on any dodgy deals or dodgy work right now. Whilst Ben and Callum are having this discussion, little Lexi has hear to the door on the other side, listening in to their conversation. While this chat is taking place, Denise and Jack are walking through the Square, Denise appears to be just a little bit on edge as Jack makes the remark that she's been drinking a bottle of wine every night since being reunited with Raymond. As Denise shrugs off Jack's remark, they bump into Phil as he leaves Minute Mart, they share a quick look and he walks away. Denise admits to Jack that she doesn't trust him, I have a feeling that somehow Denise is going to stop Phil from seeing their son. This is what I mean when I say this story could go so many ways, there are so many routes the story could go down and I am so intrigued and excited to see what happens.

Meanwhile at the Vic, Kat and Jean are doing their jobs and cleaning all the tables and bar area. I love how Jean is talking about that for Hope's birthday she was going to get Mo to dress up as the Queen. Brilliant! As she continues her conversation with Kat, the subject turns onto the topic of Stacey, and how she became to realise that Martin only lied to her to protect her. Jean reveals that Stacey is hoping for her and Martin to get back together once he returns from his holiday. But as Kat is listening to this, she's scrolling on her phone on what we only assume to be their social media pages, but then she stop and says "Oh my god!" - Something has happened between Martin and Ruby, but what?!

Back at the Café, Tina and Linda are discussing Mick. Tina is reassuring Linda that there is nothing wrong with her husband, she explains that this is what Mick does, if something is bothering him, he'll disappear to sort himself out and he'll return. She assures Linda that she hasn't done anything wrong, she everything will be fine come dinner time. While this conversation is happening, Frankie finds Mick in the park and decides to join him. We can see that Mick is in deep thought as she places a coffee mug in front of him. Frankie tries to console Mick, she promises that she never wanted to cause him any stress, she doesn't want to come in between his marriage. She understands if he doesn't want to tell Linda about her, she wouldn't even ask him to. Mick smiles at his daughter and offers to buy her a bacon sandwich (YUM!) ... but as he queue's up, he bumps into Max. He decides to apologise for his behaviour the other day, Max is more than understanding, they both come to a mutual understanding and accept each other's apology, Frankie is watching in the background as they chat. Suddenly their conversation changes and Max sympathises with Mick about what happened in court, bringing up his fling with Whitney, as the conversation continues Frankie is completely stunned. Mick returns to her and she starts kicking off on him, saying that he had some affair with a lady named "Wendy!" - that's a good point, does Frankie even know who Whitney is? Has she even met Whitney yet? Mick tries to explain to his daughter that she has completely misunderstood, but she walks off before he gets a chance to explain.

Meanwhile at the Slater household, Stacey is excited to see that Martin and Ruby have returned from their holiday. This could be the chance she needs to tell Martin exactly how she feels. As she rushes upstairs to get ready, Jean and Kat are trying to come up with a plan to try and stop her before she walks into the situation and ends up feeling humiliated. They clearly know something we don't ... Suddenly the front door slams shut and they realise Stacey has already left. Eventually she finally catches up with Martin, he's stood on his front door with his luggage case. Stacey pours her heart, saying she understands why he lied to her, but she wishes he'd have just told her the truth, it could've saved them so much arguing. As she's saying this, Martin looks as if he doesn't know what to say, "Talk about timing, Stace!" he says. She looks a little confused as Ruby makes an appearance, she states to Martin that he's got to carry her over the threshold .... WAIT! WHAT?! .... THEY'VE GOT MARRIED!!!!! WHO? WHAT? WHY?? .... I didn't even think Ruby and Martin were a serious thing! I did not even think they were going to last!!! Ooooo did you see the smug look on Ruby's face as Martin says to Stacey that they've got married!!! Do you want to know what I think, I think it's Ruby's way of getting her own back on Stacey ... like, "You stole my money, I'm going to steal your man!" ... What do you guys think? I feel so sorry for Stacey, I was kind of hoping that Martin and Stacey would rekindle their relationship and start again!

Back at the Prince Albert, Tina is fuming at Frankie for leaving the bar when she specifically asked her to cover. Before Frankie is even having a chance to apologise or explain herself, Tina is kicking off at the poor girl, asking whether she's some kind of stalker because she's found out about her taking photographs of the family. Eventually Frankie manages to get a word and states a name "Katy Lewis!" ... Tina's face turns to shock ... Frankie then begins to explain that Katy Lewis is her Mum, now this is the confusing part ... Tina's face turns from shock to pure joy! She seems so excited to hear that name. She reveals that she and the rest of the family as well as Frankie's Mum are old friends. Tina instructs that as soon as they finish up at the bar she wants to discuss with Frankie everything about her Mum, the look on Frankie's face is just pure confusion!

Back on the Square, Gray bumps into Whitney. This is first time they've seen each other since his breakdown in court. She reveals to him that the only way she's going to be able to go through with it is if she pleads Guilty. Gray instantly tells her not to! He struggles to say the next sentence as it's kind of referring to him also, he slowly states to Whitney that Chantelle believed that you should always tell the truth, because it'll always come out in the end if you don't! It looks as if what Gray has said to her has managed to persuade her to plead Not Guilty, could this be the pep talk she needed to fight her way through court?!

The last scene of tonight's episode was in the Vic, Tina and Frankie had met up with the rest of the Carter family and Tina excitedly explaining to them all that Frankie is Katy Lewis's daughter. Mick looks a bit quiet as he sips his drink, Linda recalls hearing the name, whereas Shirley seems to remember her perfectly. This is really interesting now, Tina then reveals to Frankie that Katy was Mick's carer? She make the revelation that Mick was only 12 when he seemed to have a crush on her. Frankie's face drops! Her head is spinning as Mick admits that he was just only 12. Frankie excuses herself to escape the conversation, Mick follows her pretty quickly, as they talk together alone in the corner of the Vic, Frankie is absolutely shocked, she can't believe what she's just heard - she initially thought that she was the result of an affair? But it looks as if he could've been sexually abused as a child!!! Did Frankie's Mum abuse him???!!! Also, very interestingly, did you see the look on Shirley's face! She knows something! She knows something isn't right with Mick!!!

I'm telling you now folks, that new female character who's going to be joining the soap. No name revealed, and yet we know she'll have something to do with the Carter's ... I'm telling you now! That is Katy Lewis! That is going to be Frankie's Mum! I am so convinced!! She is going to turn up to the Square, searching for her daughter, eventually she'll bump into Mick he'll start to relive everything he went through as a child. Will Frankie end up choosing who to live with, her Mum or Mick? Oooo I cannot wait to see how this story progresses!!! What do you think folks?! Really looking forward to hearing your thoughts about the current storylines! I'll be back tomorrow evening following Tuesday's episode! Goodnight everyone! xXx

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Steven Universe: The Fantastic Mutants Chapter 2: Right into the Danger Room (originally posted on April 17, 2020)

AN: Kept you waiting, huh? After originally deleting the Fantastic Four from the climax of last chapter due to not giving them any dialogue, this is where I now shall introduce the First Family to the story. Well then, let's finally hop to it!

"Here we are Steven, the X-Men's personal training room." Pearl announced as the group exited the elevator, went through the hallways, and stepped into the famous Danger Room of the X-Men. Aside from the small control room above it housing X-Men ally Moira MacTaggert & Gold Team member Doug Ramsey aka Cypher, the area was a large white room decorated with turrets, holograms, and various other traps designed to test whoever trains in there. "So, the legendary Steven Universe in the flesh." Reed Richards announced his presence by appearing behind Steven with Susan Storm, Johnny Storm and Ben Grimm behind him. "Wait, the Fantastic Four are here too?!" Steven exclaimed. "That's right little guy. The professor and Stretch here actually wanted to test you." the Thing stated patting a big orange hand on the stretchable scientist's shoulder. "We've already heard about how you helped those Chitauri and Thanos." "Charles is already sort of familiar with you Gems thanks to your mother." Sue added with a wink. "Which version of my mom are you talking about, Rose or Pink Diamond?" Steven asked, casually bringing up his mother's true identity to the four, which incited an awkward silence. "Okay then." Johnny muttered nervously. "Why don't we just get to fighting already to get our minds off that junk?" he asked. "Very glad you asked Johnny." Reed answered just as sheepish while gazing down at the Danger Room. "Eight Crystal Gems against twenty-four mutants, Johnny and Ben. Sounds like pretty bad odds for you." "We'll find a way around that." Garnet declared as she pounded her fists together. "Now then, shall we begin?" "Gladly." Wolverine smirked and he popped out his claws and the two teams of both eight & twenty-six were lowered down into the training room. Charles, Reed and Susan remained in the control room to monitor the Gems' abilities from afar. "Let the testing begin." Xavier declared. "Heads up X-Men!" Cyclops exclaimed firing his eye beams at Garnet, who swiftly blocked them with a cross of her arms. "Joke's on you, my future vision saw that coming." the fusion smirked before she went in for the kill, punching the mutant in the face. "So what can you do little one?" Colossus asked while towering over both Peridot and Lapis. "That depends. How heavy are you with that form?" Peridot replied with a grin as she lifted the metal man into the air with her ferrokinesis. "My word, I am floating!" Piotr cried in astonishment. "C'mon Lapis!" Peridot muttered to the water Gem. "Go and make him wet! He should rust, right?" "Oh uh, I don't think I can do that right now." Lapis said nervously before slowly shuffling away, inciting curiosity from the green Gem. "That's a little odd." Peridot observed while lowering Colossus to the ground. "Yes, you say she has water powers yet has not used them at all." Piotr added. "And by the way, I do not rust." Meanwhile, Pearl and Connie were clashing their blades with Wolverine and Laura's claws. "Likin' the new sword Connie." Logan complimented. "But what the hell happened to the old one?" "Oh, funny story actually." Connie stated while parrying Laura's foot claws. "Ruby and Sapphire had this wedding that we put together after we all learned Rose Quartz was Pink Diamond in disguise only for it to be crashed by the Diamonds and Blue Diamond broke the first one. Then we went to Homeworld where Bismuth eventually came to help us with a new one she made for me." "That's certainly a lot to take in." X-23 remarked while flipping backwards to avoid Connie's attacks before she locked the claws in her hands with Pearl's spear. "Yes, everything after that did take some getting used to." the white Gem stated. "Between repairing the beach house, making a place for all the Gems we uncorrupted to live in and still sort of recovering from becoming extensions of White Diamond, it's a lot to take in."

-- "At home base is our golden boy Sammy "The Cannonball" Guthrie, as he gets ready for perhaps the biggest hit of the season!" Cannonball narrated to himself like a sports commentator while aiming himself at Bismuth, who was duking it out with both Ben and Johnny. "To say he's been preparing for this moment the entire year wouldn't be saying much, but by God he plans on making this the hit that'll change the way everyone sees his team for centuries to come!" "Hey Cannie, quit stalling!" Magma jeered as she made small talk with Nephrite. "Not even his fans will break his concentration!" Sam continued and then, he began to ignite his feet. "HERE COMES THE PITCH!" he yelled, blazing towards the blacksmith, the Torch and the Thing with rapid speed & a big grin on his face and then, knocked them all down like bowling pins. "AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!" "Sam you nino." Amara tutted to herself. "Is your relationship normally like this?" Nephrite asked the lava mutant. "Yeah, he's kinda like an annoying little brother to me." Magma replied. "So anyway, what can you do?" "Oh, you mean you want to see my weapon?" the former Centipeetle mother inquired. "Well, here g-" Before she could demonstrate, Cannonball was sent flying into a wall by a single punch from Garnet, right next to the two. "I'M OKAY!" he exclaimed. "NAILED IT!" Far from the others, Steven was backed into a corner by Blink and Warpath. "Gotta say kid, you're not too shabby." Clarice Ferguson nodded while flinging her crystal javelins at Steven's shield. "You still got a little to learn, but that's what the professor is for." "Oh yeah? Well try this!" Steven exclaimed, now turning his shield into a bubble to roll around in and raced off, knocking down Clarice and James along the way. "There is so much about Gems that we must learn." Warpath muttered. "Don't you agree Clarice?" "Hey Connie, over here!" Steven called out to his human friend. "Let's show everyone something really cool!" he offered. "Oh, you mean-" Connie began when Logan cut her off. "I'm sorry, what?" Wolverine asked as the girl raced to the bubble and high-fived each other, glowing brightly inside the sphere before it dispersed, and out of it came Stevonnie. "TA-DA!" "What the hell just happened?!" Cypher exclaimed in wonder. "Anyone else seeing this?" Moira asked the others, who were already monitoring the current events. "It seems they have merged into a singular being!" Reed analyzed through video footage of the fusion before speaking into an intercom. "Excuse me new fighter. Can you please tell everyone in the room who you are?" "We already know Richards." Garnet stated. "Meet Stevonnie, a fusion of well, Steven and Connie." she introduced the kids' fusion before they cut her off. "Let me take over Garnet." Stevonnie suggested. "In case you couldn't tell, a fusion combines multiple aspects of its fusees, like appearances for example." they explained. "And abilities too. Like so." To demonstrate, they summoned Steven's shield following by swinging Connie's sword about. "So in short, you're basically two cute kids standin' on top of each other to form a non-binary lookin' person?" the Thing remarked. "Whatta strange development!" "Fusion? Interesting." Lapis muttered to herself with her back turned to Peridot. "Uh, why would you say that Lapis? You know you've had bad experiences with fusion!" the green Gem asked. "Do you mind little one?! I'm trying to think!" the taller Gem shouted harshly, giving Peridot a fright. "Something just isn't right! Who are you?!" "We shall focus on your friend later child." Colossus stated as he picked Peridot up and walked away with her, leaving Lapis alone. "I assume you are very close?" he asked. "Indeed we are." Peridot remarked. "We've had our conflicts in the past, but overall we're very good friends or maybe something more. But still, she never called me little one before and hasn't acted like that since we were first getting to know each other." "You are correct. Something must be wrong." Piotr agreed. "I suggest we keep our heads down and see what happens." -- As for Stevonnie, they had just finished going a few rounds with both Cyclops and Jean before finding themselves getting tired out. "Okay, let's take five for a bit. I'm beat." they announced, officially splitting back into Steven and Connie. "You two work very well together." Scott remarked as he helped the kids up. "Are there any more fusions we should know about?" "Well, there's Ruby and Sapphire for example." Wolverine stated, cuing Garnet to split up into the married Gems. Ruby's headband was now a shiny orange color, she now wore brown pants and the top part of her torso was the same color. Sapphire's dress was currently covered by a light blue vest with navy lining underneath a white top with much pointier sleeves than before. "AAAWWW! Aren't you two just the cutest?!" Cannonball squealed at the sight of the two. "You're right, these funky little lesbians are just so small!" Kitty exclaimed. "Oh you're too kind." Sapphire giggled and blushed. "Anything else we should show you?" "Yeah, you got any more fusions?" Laura asked. Without any hesitation, Ruby, Sapphire & Steven merged into a new fusion that looked like a giant sun wearing sunglasses. "Sunstone is in the house baby!" Sunstone proudly announced, following up by offering everyone a high five. "How has everyone been doing lately?!" "T-this can't be real, can it?" Cyclops gasped at the friendly fusion. "Don't be so alarmed buddy." Sunstone exclaimed. "It's always nice to meet new people. But if those new people do anything to make you uncomfortable, that's NO GOOD!" "Why are you talking to the wall?" Beast asked Sunstone after they had given an important life lesson to seemingly nothing in particular. "No matter. Could you perhaps show us your abilities?" "With pleasure sir." Sunstone accepted the offer and made a pair of suction cups appear, using them to climb up the wall. "And another thing, don't forget to respect your elders!" they added. "Oh god, this new one is just like Wade." Wolverine face-palmed. "Who's Wade?" Bismuth asked, to which she was met with a terse "You don't wanna know bub!" -- Meanwhile in the mansion above, classes had finally got out and the students of the X-Men were ready to call it a day. "How come none of us have ever heard of these Gem creatures before?" Hisako Ichiki asked her friends. "Which one do you think is your favorite? I think mine's the big one with the rainbow hair." Megan Gwynn also inquired. "I find the little green one very funny." Sooraya Qadir answered. "And so cute to-" Suddenly, a loud knock came from a nearby closet. "Anyone else hear that?" Dust exclaimed. The knocking sounded again. "It's coming from over there!" The three mutant girls proceeded to investigate, opening the closet to find a blue-skinned woman tied up and gagged. "Is that one of them?" Armor shouted as she freed the girl from her restraints, and she only had one question. "Where's Peridot?" "Are you talking about the tiny one Sooraya said was her favorite?" Pixie wondered. "Last I checked, she went with our teachers to the Danger Room." Faster than the three mutants could see, Lapis zoomed off to the training room. "Please tell Peridot I find her hilarious!" Dust called after the water Gem, but her words barely reached her. -- "Okay, I do believe we've seen enough!" Xavier called to Sunstone from the viewing box. "Don't want anyone to get crushed if you fall!" "You got any pyrotechnic abilities Sunstone?!" Johnny exclaimed. "If you do, then I think we might have a little competition!" Sunstone was quick to correct the Human Torch however. "I do believe I haven't tried that out yet." they remarked, then they made the suction cups disappear from their hands and landed on the floor with extreme bravado. "Thank you, thank you very much!" "Ugh, showboat. You kinda remind me of another fireman." the Lapis Lazuli that Peridot believed might not be the one she remembers snarked. "Am I the only one who's noticing how different Lapis is?!" Peridot exclaimed. "I haven't seen you act like this since we first moved in together! What gives?" "I'm just not impressed, that's all." Lapis growled. "Something tells me we got a spy around here." Mr. Fantastic announced as he, Susan, Xavier, Moira and Doug entered the Danger Room. "Tell me Ms. Lazuli, what can you tell us about the disappearance of the ocean a while back?" "Oh well, they just vanished. That's all." Lapis answered while fidgeting with her hands. "I know a liar when I see one!" Ben growled. "And by my great aunt Petunia, you definitely look like a liar!" "That's because she is!" another Lapis exclaimed racing into the Danger Room and scowling at her double. "So, what thinks you can snatch me out of that elevator and take my place?!" she argued. "Who are you talking about? I am the real deal!" the other Lapis stated flamboyantly. "Loyal member of the Crystal Gems and this little Peridot's dearly beloved!" "Oh yeah, well which one of you likes this?" Steven declared before he began making fart noises with his mouth, causing the first Lapis to laugh and the second to smack her face in embarrassment. "What an absolute child." she groaned. "AHA!" Peridot cried. "Now we know who the real one is!" "I AM!" the pair of Lapises exclaimed in unison. "Oh please Mystique, you can use your powers better than this." Xavier tutted disdainfully. "It's almost like you're passing yourself off as incompetent to annoy us." "Of course it had to be you to expose me." the second Lapis growled as she began to change form. Unlike Gem shapeshifting, she didn't glow as her eyes turned an empty yellow, her hair was dyed red, scales appeared on her face & arms and Lapis's clothing was replaced with a white leotard that came with matching boots, gloves and a shawl kept together with a skull. She was no longer Lapis Lazuli, but instead her true identity as the shapeshifter Mystique. "Frankly, we knew this part of our plan wouldn't end well." "We?" Steven asked, but the X-Men knew exactly who she was talking about. "The Brotherhood!" Iceman shouted when the alarms sounded. "Oh hey, speak of the devil." he muttered bemusedly. "No offense Kurt." "No time to talk, we must go now!" Nightcrawler commanded while Mystique made a break for it. "You are exactly right Wagner." Scott declared. "X-Men, let's move out!" -- Where the proud front doors to Xavier's school once stood, now there was only a hole created by a massive man dressed in red, most notably a large helmet covering his entire head. "Okay ya walkin' talkin' rock candy, where are you?!" Cain Marko, better known as the Juggernaut, roared. "It's a good thing Mystique planted that hearing bug on herself just in case." his amphibious partner Toad added. "I just can't wait to see those pebbles for real!" "Hello boys." Mystique greeted her fellow mutants as she stepped out of the shadows. "I suppose you may have already gotten the news." she said. "Well I got worse news: they're after me." And Raven was right. The Crystal Gems came charging after the mutant and took up arms against the two new mutants. "And you two are?" Garnet asked. "Pardon me for being so rude." Juggernaut stated. "You can call me the Juggernaut, bitch!" he roared. "And we're all from the Brotherhood of Mutants, here for that brat with the shield!" "Let me guess, is this about my mom?" Steven asked, exasperated how most of his enemies come after him because of Rose Quartz. "No, we don't care about her! The master only wants you!" Mortimer hissed. "Now just come quietly and none of your rainbow friends will get hurt." "No dice Kermit!" Amethyst shouted. "Steven, keep yourself away from these guys and get everyone to safety! The OG-3 got this handled!" she ordered the boy. "Right!" Steven accepted. "X-Men, I need you to help me find the students!" As Steven led the mutants and the Fantastic Four away; Garnet, Amethyst & Pearl charged at Juggernaut, Toad & Mystique with weapons ready. "Do you wish to know the qualities of the mighty toad?!" Mortimer bragged as his long tongue tangled with Amethyst's whip. "Wait wait, I think I got this!" Amethyst exclaimed. "This can happen to them." Suddenly, Amethyst tossed Toynbee around by her whip, still tangled with his tongue, and smashed him into the ground multiple times. "Okay!" Mortimer declared, getting more desperate with each pound. "I surrender! Same thing that happens to everyone else! Make it stop! I'm gonna be sick!" "What business do you have coming here following us and replacing Lapis?" Pearl asked as her spear clashed against Mystique's knife. "We are simply in league with someone who wants that child's gemstone." Mystique replied. "He desires it for experimental purposes." "If you think you can take Steven from us, then you got another thing coming!" Pearl howled protectively. -- "Okay, that should be all the students." Cyclops announced while doing a headcount of the school's student body. "I swear, we should really increase defenses at some point and maybe build a stronger building." "But I on the other hand believe the school being damaged builds character." Colossus responded. "So what can we do now guys?" Steven asked his fellow mutants. "I mean, is there any way we can just reason with these villains and make them leave the place?" "Don't you go thinking some cutie pie words will just make us surrender pink brat!" a new mutant declared emerging from the dust & rubble. He looked very similar to Wolverine, but looked more feral with blank white eyes, crazy blonde hair and a red & brown costume. Beside him was a pale Japanese woman dressed in tight black leather that had an Oriental style to it. Also like Logan, they both had metal claws emerging from their hands. "Creed. Oyama." Logan snarled at Sabretooth and Lady Deathstrike. "Looks like we almost got the whole Brotherhood here." Emma Frost implied. And just as she said so, a morbidly obese man in a blue singlet came rolling in using his fat body. "HOWDY TRAITOR!" the Blob shrieked. "And lookie here, we got us a good one!" "Why don't you just hand over the boy and no one will have to get hurt?" a pyrokinetic mutant offered while standing alongside another member of the Brotherhood in steel blue armor who was causing the school to slowly fall apart. "Naw just kidding to be honest, someone is probably gonna get hurt no matter which side they're on!" "Don't get too cocky John." the Brotherhood's earth-moving tactician Avalanche coldly reminded Pyro. "Now where could Tom be?" "Right here gang! And guess who I found?" the plant controlling Black Tom Cassidy announced while having assisted Juggernaut, Toad & Mystique in detaining Garnet, Amethyst & Pearl with his vines. "Seriously, who are you crazy people?!" Lapis exclaimed in fright at just how one man was able to defeat three powerful Gems. "They're the Brotherhood of Mutants, a group of extremists dedicated to more violent ways of mutant peace." Jubilee exposited. "And by the way, what do you want now?!" "They want Steven! I don't know why exactly, but they're working for someone who wants him for science junk!" Amethyst cried out. "That's not untrue runt." the Brotherhood's leader Magneto concurred while descending from the sky in a sphere of purple energy. "I do apologize for making this much of a scene but I implore you all, give us the child and you'll go free." "You shall do no such thing Erik." Xavier boldly rebuked the master of magnetism. "Just who are you in alliance with?" "Well, it should be someone quite familiar to some other guests of yours." Magneto answered while looking at Reed and company, who knew exactly who he was talking about. "Doom." Richards muttered in shock. -- As the invasion of the mansion went on, a man dressed in green robes and silver armor watched everything play out through a holographic screen in his castle in the nation of Latveria. Its literally iron-fisted ruler Victor von Doom slouched in his throne as he watched the Brotherhood of Mutants contend with the Crystal Gems and their new allies before he got up and walked towards the screen. With a devilish grin that couldn't be seen through his emotionless mask, he traced a circle around Steven and let out a menacing laugh. "Soon child, your gemstone shall belong to Doom." -- At long last, chapter two is done! Yeah, tons of things got in the way of its creation like my bad habit of unintentional procrastinating along with a certain virus that's been ruining everyone's fun lately. But on the bright side, I've been able to get this out long after the grand conclusion of Steven Universe Future, so I'd have a lot to work with for future stories. But for now, stay safe out there in these trying times and stay tuned.

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let-it-raines · 5 years

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Have you heard of that number neighbors thing? I think that would be a really cute CS story!

lol. No, nonnie, I hadn’t heard of it, but then you sent me this and @blowmiakisscolin sent me the picture above and asked for a prompt. So here we are with this short little thing💙

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Captain: I’m currently being forced into spending time with my mates and eating a burned chicken pot pie.

Birdie: Ugh. I’m starving. I’m stuck at work late. I’m supposed to be getting dinner with friends too.

Captain: Hopefully it’s not burned food.

Birdie: With my friend’s cooking, I’d bet that it was. I’ll probably stop and get something on the way and guiltily eat it in my car.

Captain: That’s what I’m going to do when I leave here.

Birdie: This is only making me hungrier.

Emma moves to text back only for her to see Mrs. Moscowitz move from inside of her building to the street, a dark-haired man behind her. They kiss before the man walks away, and she snaps a picture of it, proof that she’s cheating. A pit forms in her stomach that Mr. Moscowitz was right about his wife, but she’s used to this. Being a private investigator means she mostly finds out about a lot of indiscretions and affairs, not really giving her a lot of faith in committed relationships, but then sometimes the person is wrong and their spouse is simply doing some kind of surprise.

Then again, that means one spouse doesn’t trust the other, and that doesn’t instill a lot of confidence either. But she’s not doing this job for some kind of hope in relationships. She’s doing it because she likes having a roof over her head and food in her stomach and flexible enough hours to not have to be at work before eight in the morning.

After tidying things up with the Moscowitz file, texting Mr. Moscowtiz that she’ll meet him tomorrow, she puts her car in drive and runs through a McDonald’s, not at all caring about her arteries as she eats fries and heads to Mary Margaret and David’s apartment for whatever kind of dinner they’re hosting. They have them all the time, nearly every week, but she doesn’t always make them depending on her work.

(And because the cooking is not always great.)

When she pulls into their building’s parking garage, maneuvering into the guest section, she finishes her fries, stuffing them into her mouth and wishing she had something to drink as the salt gets on her tongue. She’s got a few text messages that have popped up since she started driving, and she quickly responds to Ruby and Elsa before opening up her text conversation with the Captain.

That’s still the most stupid name, and she cannot believe that as a grown adult, she is texting someone she doesn’t know under a nickname. Stranger danger and all that jazz is screaming at her, but she’s probably never going to meet him even if she talks to him more than she talks to most people in her life.

He’s her number neighbor.

That is also the most stupid thing in the world, something she had never heard of, but then she got a text seven months ago describing some kind of new trend on Twitter where you text the person with the number next to yours. For some insane reason, she answered the text.

And then answered the next one.

And then kept answering it.

Like a crazy person, right?

It’s basically turned into some kind anonymous pen pal thing, and she most definitely does not have some kind of feelings for the man on the other side of the screen. That would be crazy and stupid and completely and totally ridiculous for a woman who doesn’t even like talking to some of the people that are in front of her.

Then again, maybe that’s perfect for someone who isn’t too fond of people.

The Captain (a name he chose for himself) is in his thirties and also lives here in Boston. He’s got a thing for boats (obviously) and goes out sailing with his brother on the weekends. Several times he’s offered to take her out sailing, but she’s simply not comfortable with that. Maybe one day if they reveal names and she does a thorough background check, but the sailing will have to wait for that day. When he’s not sailing, he spends his days as a professor at Boston College. He didn’t tell her what subject so she couldn’t look him up, and as much as that annoyed her, she also appreciated that he thought that through.

But she really doesn’t care about any of those surface things when she knows that he’s witty as hell and can make her laugh simply by his choice of words and whatever gifs he chooses to send. He’s quick on his feet, always one step ahead of her, and even though he can be far too flirtatious, he’s actually pretty comfortable to have a conversation with, whether it be about how shitty their childhoods were or about how much they both love pizza.

How could anyone not when it’s good pizza?

(He does like pineapple on his pizza, which she thinks is an abomination, but whatever.)

It’s…nice. The way they met is ridiculous, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to and complain about work and her friends and everything else in between without fear of judgment or having her private life spread around.

Captain: I could eat an entire pizza right now.

See? Pizza lovers are the best lovers.

Wait. No. that’s the wrong thought. She doesn’t know this man. She’s not thinking about him as a lover.

Birdie: Wish me luck. Going in to see my friends now. I hope I don’t smell like I was just eating fries.

Captain: I’m sure you smell delicious.

Captain: Because of the fries, I mean.

And sometimes he’s a bit of a dork, and she kind of loves that. In real life, he’s probably all swagger and confidence and flirtatious jokes, and as nice as those things can be, she kind of likes that nerdiness and the odd jokes. It makes everything more…real.

It takes three minutes to get up to the Nolans’ apartment, and she doesn’t bother knocking, simply letting herself in only to come face to face with Killian Jones and his stupid blue eyes and stupid dark jeans and really stupid white smile.

Why can she not think of any other word but stupid?

Probably because he’s an asshole whose mere presence makes her want to burn down whatever building he’s in. That’s arson and murder and all kinds of awful things, but she has hated him for five years and isn’t about to stop now.

That’s what he gets for hitting on her the night that they met only to proceed to go home with another blonde woman who was dressed eerily the same and then not even bring it up the next time that he saw her. He pretended that it never happened when it most definitely did. It’s not that she’s mad he went home with someone else. He can do whatever the hell he wants. She’s mad that he seems to think that there are no consequences to his actions and that he never acknowledged that he was an asshole to her that night and all of the days following.

Is it a little petty to still hate him? Yes.

Does she care? No.

“Swan,” he greats, doing a little bow that has her rolling her eyes. He only does it because he says that she acts like she’s some kind of royalty on her high horse, which is not at all true. “Nice of you to finally join us.”

“I’m sure you were waiting on baited breath for me to show up.”

He dips his head to get in her eyeline because he’s always getting in her space like that, and she scoffs at the way that he flashes her a pearly white grin, his eyes crinkling. “You have no idea. I’m always excited to see you.”

“Well, you do like blondes.”

“Aye, I do.”

Her jaw clenches, but she will not take any more of his bait, so she steps around him so that she can walk into the kitchen where David and Mary Margaret are sitting at the island while Ruby talks on the phone, Graham at her side continuously pointing towards a piece of paper.

“What’s going on here?”

“Mary Margaret burned the chicken pot pie she was making,” David explains as he slides a basket of rolls across the counter. She picks one up and stuffs it in her mouth. Those fries are good, but totally not filling for the amount of calories in them. “So we’re ordering pizza.”

“Oh my God,” she groans, “pizza sounds so much better than that.”

“Hey,” Mary Margaret huffs. “My chicken pot pie is good.”

“Honey,” David soothes, rubbing her back, “you either undercook it or overcook it every single time. Neither of us are good cooks, and I think that’s something we’re just going to have to live with.”

The Nolans: perfect in every way except for their cooking.

“Ruby, order the pineapple.”

“I am not putting pineapple on pizza, Graham. You know my policy on this.”

“It’s what Killian and I want. Just get a small.”

“No, I refuse. It’s the principle of the thing.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“How long until they sleep together, do you think?” she asks David and Mary Margaret, knowing that Ruby and Graham aren’t listening because they’re too caught up in their arguing.

“Probably about the same time that you and I do, love,” Killian adds in.

She’s nearly forgotten about him, but that was probably mostly wishful thinking that he’d just up and disappear from the apartment.

“Fuck off, Jones.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.”

She tosses a roll at him, only for him to catch it, ever the athlete. It’s infuriating that he’s so good at nearly everything.

Ruby finally puts in the pizza order, even though she and Graham are still arguing about it, and Emma opens up a cabinet to get a wine bottle out and pour herself a very healthy glass. If she’s going to make it through tonight, she’s going to need it. Leaving the married couple and the might-as-well-be-married-couple in the kitchen, she steps into the living room and settles down in her preferred armchair before pulling her phone out and scrolling through all of the things she missed while working. There’s not much there, so she opens up her texts again to text the Captain.

Birdie: You should be jealous of me because I’m about to eat pizza.

It takes twenty seconds for her to get a text back.

Captain: Funny, so am I.

Birdie: You caved and ordered some?

Captain: We did, yeah. Though I’m not sure about what type I’m going to be getting. The person who ordered it has a thing against pineapple on pizza.

Birdie: As she should.

Captain: I’ll never understand your prejudice against it. Let me like what I like, love.

Birdie: Never.

Emma looks up to see Killian settle down across from her, his phone in hand with his fingers flying across the screen. She has no interest in his life or who he’s texting, and yet she finds herself curious. Which is, as Killian makes her think whenever she’s around him, stupid.

She keeps texting the Captain for a little while, the two of them arguing back and forth over pizza choices and food choices in general (he’s a much healthier eater than she is), and she finds herself relaxing into it so that she doesn’t really focus on anyone else around her. They’re all wrapped up in their own conversations anyways, so it’s fine that she’s doing this.

Absolutely fine.

Until she feels a heavy presence over her shoulder and there’s a clattering of a phone falling to the ground, the glass probably breaking. He should have bought a case.

“What the hell?”

“What the hell, Jones?”

She turns to see Killian standing above her, his mouth gaping open as he blinks more times than any human being should in such a short time span. What is wrong with him? Why is he standing over her having some kind of weird reaction? Can’t he just mind his own business?

“Jones, what the hell are you doing?”

“Trying to figure out how in the world the woman who hates me is the same woman who I also talk to all day long?”

“I’m sorry…what?”

He’s lost it. Seriously. Whatever screw is loose in his head has completely come undone.

Killian waves his hands at her phone, his mouth still unable to close, and she has never seen him this flustered in her entire life. “You’re Birdie.”

And that’s when her entire world flips on its head and crashes down around her in the most dramatic fall in the history of ever.

She stands up, unable to sit down, and moves around the chair so that they can have a little space in between them as her mind comes to the last conclusion she ever wanted it to come to.

“No,” she starts, putting her phone in her back pocket and holding her hands up. “No, no, no, no, no. You’re the Captain?”

“Aye.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Ruby yells from the kitchen.

“Nothing,” they both yell back at the same time.

She is not cluing her friends in on this. No way. She’ll never hear the end of it.

“This cannot be happening.”

“Well it is, love.”

“I don’t believe you. Prove that you’re him.”

He rolls his eyes, completely and totally exasperated with her. “We are both at a dinner tonight where there is a burned chicken pot pie. Our friends are ordering pizza but Ruby won’t order pineapple pizza. What are the odds of that happening to two different people in Boston?”

Oh.

Oh wow.

Oh shit.

Killian Jones lives in Boston.

Killian Jones is a World History professor at Boston College.

Killian Jones likes to sail with his brother on the weekends.

Killian Jones likes pineapple on his pizza.

Holy shit.

Her number neighbor is Killian freaking Jones.

One of her closest friends is also the man she’s hated for half of a decade.

Holy whiplash, Batman.

“So,” he grins, that white smile making an appearance again, “I bet you don’t hate me so much now.”

“Oh no,” she protests as her mind starts to calm down, the hatred and fondness she feels for his two personas somehow mixing together. “I definitely still hate you. I just don’t hate the Captain. That’s a stupid name by the way. So is texting your ‘number neighbor.’”

He smiles, and her heart does not flutter. Not at all.

“You sure do like to use that word a lot to describe me, Birdie.”

“Well, you make me think a lot of incredibly stupid things.”

“Hopefully one day you won’t think I’m so stupid.”

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Three months later she admits that she is stupid in love with Killian Jones.

In person. Not over text. They do that now.

They never do agree on pizza toppings.

#cs prompts #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan fic

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shippingtheswann · 5 years

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Incidents

Here is my second attempt at a One Shot! Hope you enjoy!

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There were only three times in Emma’s entire life that she got really drunk. The first time, she was a senior in high school and thought that it was the cool thing to do. It was one of the first parties of the year and she had never been invited to one before. She drank a bit too much and ended up wandering the host’s giant farm, alone with no shoes. Mary Margaret found her and saved Emma from walking into to cow pasture. She developed a lifelong friendship with her that night – and how could you not after someone saves you from walking into cow poop?

The second time was after Henry was born, almost two years after the cow poo incident, as her best friend so lovingly called it. David had offered to watch the newborn, so that Emma could have some girl time and recharge. So, Mary Margaret treated them to a day at the spa, bottomless mimosas included. She hadn’t planned on getting drunk. Yet, after two glasses, Emma passed out during her facial and woke up as she was being put to bed by David. Pregnancy really does change your tolerance to alcohol.

Since that adventure, Emma had promised herself she would never let herself drink in excess again. Sure, nothing embarrassing ever happened, no one took advantage of her, and she gained an amazing group of friends because of that first time; but she didn’t enjoy having to rely on people. She would rather just have one beer with friends, then spend the rest of the night laughing at other people’s antics than forgetting her own.

So, she hadn’t planned on having more than one glass of rum with the group when they went out. Yet something stirred in her, making her order just one more glass, then another. It was the third time she ever let alcohol get the best of her.

It was girl’s night. A monthly tradition that started not long after Emma’s Facial Incident – as Mary Margaret called it, even though Emma begged her to come up with a less sexual name. It had started as just the two of them, but as they grew up, graduating college, getting jobs, making new friends – the group grew.

First, Belle came along. She was the librarian at the library around the corner from Emma’s home. Henry had taken an immediate liking to her, and so did Emma. Then, came Ruby, Emma’s office mate. Ruby was eccentric and looked nothing like the clean-cut Belle and Mary Margaret– but she loved them, and they loved her. Soon, Ruby’s girlfriend, Dorothy came along. Dorothy always came with fresh pastries, from her grandmother’s bakery, so there was no question that if Ruby and Dorothy ever split up, that Dorothy could never leave the group.

As Emma’s group of girlfriends grew, so did her extended circle. David was the first addition. He met Mary Margaret their first year in college, and the two were inseparable. They got married at the end of Freshman year, wanting David’s ailing mother to witness the wedding. Belle brought her boyfriend Liam, whom she met studying abroad in Ireland. And along with Liam came his younger brother, Killian.

Killian Jones was the best addition to their group, according to Emma’s most private and inner thoughts.

Henry had just turned 4 when they all met. Emma’s world was finally beginning to slow down and be what she wanted it to be. She was so thankful for all the help she had gotten when she found out she was pregnant and through everything that had happened since; but she was finally starting to be the mother and person she wanted to be without anyone’s help. She had just gotten her dream job which also offered to pay for her graduate degree. She had found an amazing apartment that had space for Henry to grow.

So, when Killian walked into the bar that night, it was like the last piece of the puzzle fell into place.

For the past four years, Emma flirted and flirted, yet nothing came of it. It seemed to be that Killian was completely immune to her feminine wiles.

Even though love didn’t bloom, she did gain a new best friend.

They had a lot in common. Both were tainted by childhood trauma, but rebounded in their late teens, thanks to friends and family circumstances changing. They both loved sports and preferred to spend a Sunday watching football over hiking around the city in search of the best brunch – which Mary Margaret always tried to drag them too. Killian had a love of sailing and adventure books, which influenced Henry much to Emma’s chagrin. Killian complemented her nicely. He was the perfect addition to her little family.

But there was still no romantic love there and it was pissing her off. They were perfect together – so why couldn’t he just see that?

Emma had never really had a conversation about it with him. While she had grown since she was a child, she still had walls. She kept things from her friends. She knew it was stupid – but she didn’t want to burden anyone or worse, lose someone because of what she was feeling. There were enough Rom-Com movies on her “watch again” list on Netflix to tell her that if she just talked to Killian, that maybe there could be something there. But she kept the walls up – but the Girl’s Night was about to bring the walls crumbling down.

Again, she hadn’t been planning on drinking more than one glass of rum. However, she motioned for the bartender when Belle began to talk wedding details. It wasn’t that she wasn’t excited for her friend – she was – they had been on the marriage path for a while but listening to Belle talk about finally getting her happily ever after bummed her out. She didn’t have that same feeling when Mary Margaret and David got married, but she also didn’t have Killian in her life then.

Seeing Belle marry a Jones brother was going to be torture, especially since Belle’s announcement that Emma was going to serve as Maid of Honor, opposite to Killian’s Best Man.

One more glass soon became two, which was quickly followed by three and four.

Thankfully, Emma’s tolerance for alcohol had built back up since her day at the spa. She felt warm and happy. Her checks were flushed and her fingers tingly. Everything was funny or cute and she couldn’t keep a smile off her face. It didn’t help that Mary Margaret kept gushing about something romantic and sweet that David did the other day, just because he loved her.

Emma wanted that love. She had spent enough time hiding in the shadows because of stupid walls that didn’t really help her anyways. There was something between Emma and Killian, she knew it deep in her bones.

She swiveled on the bar stool, almost falling off in her hurry.

“Where are you going?” Dorothy said, grabbing Emma by the elbow, steadying her.

“I’m heading home, I’m tired and want to lay down,” she lied.

Dorothy eyed her carefully. After what felt like eternity, her friend nodded.

“OK, do you need a ride or someone to walk with?” she asked, turning around towards Ruby, the night’s designated driver.

“No, I’m just going to catch an Uber. I’ll text everyone when I get home.”

Emma leaned forward, trying to not lose her balance, and gave Dorothy a half hug.

She waived to the rest of the group and pulled up her Uber App and requested her ride. The app showed her that she didn’t even half to wait, there was a car parked right outside. She swung on her signature red leather jacket and opened the door of the Prius, almost losing her balance again.

“Where to?”

“Storybrooke Apartments please,” she requested, leaning back against the seat.

Her eyes closed and sighed, it felt good to lean back and just relax. As the driver moved them along the streets, Emma’s thoughts drifted back to Killian. Everything felt right about him. He was a good man, kind and caring. He loved Henry as if he was his own. Emma never had to worry about anything when Killian was around. He carried her burdens for her. He was always the first person she called when something went wrong and she couldn’t fix it. Whenever she had a bad day at work, he was her first call. Any time she needed anything; Killian Jones was the first call. Hell, he was both her and Henry’s emergency contact.

His brilliant blue eyes floated around in her brain. He knew her better than anyone else. She also thought she knew him better too. She knew that his favorite breakfast was waffles; that no matter how hung over or sick he was, if Emma and Henry were anywhere near him on a Sunday morning, they would all binge on waffles, bacon and hash browns. He knew how worried she was about being a good mom, especially since she had Henry so young and she was raising him on her own. He always made sure that Emma knew how good she was doing with Henry; but he also made sure she took time for herself. He loved Henry like he was his own too. Henry had always had people who loved him, but his bond with Killian was different than his bond with everyone else. Sure, Henry loved David, but he never accidentally called David dad. Emma smiled as that memory played in her thoughts. Killian’s ears turned bright red when Henry didn’t correct a friend who asked if Killian was his father. Emma was still surprised that she didn’t melt with embarrassment at Henry’s oversight, or at Killian’s obvious like of the situation.

“Ma’am, we’re here,” the drive called, his voice sounding far away.

Emma whispered a thanks as she climbed out.

Killian’s apartment was near hers, so her friends would believe that she was home already; so she sent off a text to the group to let them know she arrived safe – knowing all to well that if she didn’t they would be calling the cops.

Emma pressed her code into the panel near the door, surprised that she could remember it. Killian had given her the code a week after they met, saying that she was welcome to stop by whenever. The latch on the door released and Emma swung it open so fast, that the door flew into her shins, scraping the skin that was exposed by the holes in her jeans. It was such a small scrape, but it didn’t stop the blood from beginning to pool.

Throwing her hand down on her knee, she hobbled over to the elevator and pressed the button sending her up to his floor. She laughed at herself. Here she was, in a building that wasn’t hers, drunk, hobbled over holding a scrape, trying to walk with grace to Killian’s door at the far end of the hallway. Whoever was watching the security cameras was probably dying of laughter. Her hair was crazy from being worn down for their girl’s night. She hoped that no one came out to notice her.

Her hand reached up to knock on his door, as she took a deep breath. At least the scrape stopped her from talking herself out of or worrying about what she was here to do. She leaned her head against the door, while she slowly lifted her hand from her scrape to see how bad it was. Quickly the door swung open and Emma was falling. As she hit the ground, laughter erupted from her mouth.

“Emma, what the hell?” Killian said, bending down to help her back up off the floor.

“Are you bleeding? Did you hit your head?” he questioned, not giving her a moment to answer his first question.

“I hit myself on the door,” she hiccuped, holding up her bloodied hand and using the other hand to grasp his forearm as he moved her.

“I can see that love,” he laughed out, “sit down here and I will get the first aid kit, see if you can get a clear view of the wound.”

She saluted him as he walked from the room. She giggled to herself, she was cute. Her confidence was rising. She looked down at her pants, and couldn’t see how he was going to patch her up through the slits in her knees; so, she did the only thing she could think of.

When Killian came back in from the bathroom, Emma was sitting on his couch in nothing but her tee shirt and panties. If she hadn’t been so drunk, she would have heard the sharp intake of breath that Killian took when he saw her. She wasn’t looking at him either, or she would have seen his eyes darken with desire.

If she hadn’t been drunk or looking at the clicker she was holding, she would have seen what she had been hoping for all along.

“Alright Swan be a good patient and put you leg up here so I can clean the wound,” he ordered.

He sat down next to her and patted his lap.

Instead of her legs, her head ended up on his lap. She sighed, taking in every feeling as she closed her eyes and settled. The softness of the cotton PJ pants that she had gotten him the Christmas before was as welcoming as any pillowcase.

“Emma, what are you doing?” he whispered, his voice holding something she couldn’t put her finger on.

“Proving that you are much more comfortable than a pillow,” she said, a smile forming on her lips.

She was thinking that on the way over, remembering another memory of where the entire group took a road trip cross country and Emma fell asleep on Killian’s shoulder, while he was holding Henry’s hand as her son slept in his car seat. It was one of the best sleeps she had ever gotten, which is saying something considering she spent one of her first big paychecks on a top of the line mattress. Then again, she was also the mother of a toddler.

“I highly doubt I am more comfortable than a pillow love,” he countered, his hand coming down to stroke her hair.

The smile on her face grew. She stayed quite for a minute.

“Well, you are, and I’m always right,” she giggled.

“That you are love,” he said, his hand still stroking her hair, rubbing little circles on her scalp every few motions.

They sat like that for a while. Her breathing never slowed, as she was too excited. Killian’s scent wafted around her. She turned her head, so she wasn’t looking straight up to the ceiling, so that she could nuzzle into his shirt. She barley got a whiff when she felt something rise beneath her and she was being pushed off his lap. His strong hands came to grasp her shoulders, turning her towards him, forcing her eyes open to meet his.

“What are you doing Emma?” His voice was soft. His eyes sparkled and searched hers for answers.

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” she said, fully turning towards him.

Before he could ask any other questions, before she could talk herself out of what she was going to do, before either of them could do anything else; she was pulling him towards her, smashing her lips to his.

As if her lips on his were second nature, he pulled her against him and deepened the kiss. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed. They kissed for what seemed like hours. Her hands explored him, his shoulders and back. The kiss was passionate and sensual, but also soft and loving. Emma’s heart pumped faster than ever before. She was pretty sure that at any moment it would stop. She was also pretty sure that if Killian’s hands weren’t holding her to him, she would have floated away in pure bliss. Her head, which was already a bit fuzzy, was now completed clouded by Killian.

The kiss was everything she had ever dreamt about – and she had dreamt about it a lot. It wasn’t just a kiss for her either. It was a promise of something more. She could tell, just one kiss from Killian would never be enough, would never be the last. He hadn’t said anything, but there was something in the way he held her that told her she would never go another day without him kissing her.

He pulled back from the kiss, putting a pout on Emma’s lips. His forehead rested on hers, as they both caught their breath, eyes closed, trying to keep that feeling as long as they could. Her hand rested on his chest, right above his quickly beating heart. She sighed as she felt it, wanting to lean down and nuzzle against it. She wanted to stay there forever, next to him, surrounded by him.

“Emma,” he whispered, breathing her in.

“Hmmm,” was all that she could respond.

“That was…” he trailed off, as he opened his eyes to get a good look at her.

“Definitely not a one-time thing,” she said, a bit forcefully. She wasn’t going to let him slip through her fingers. She had waited long enough for him and she wasn’t going to miss out on another minute.

A smile grew across his face, his eyes darkened.

“Definitely, however, I don’t think we should do it again until you are one, bandaged up and not bleeding, and two, not drunk,” he said, always the gentleman.

Emma peered down at her leg, which somehow ended up over his. The bleeding looked to have stopped, but her jeans were going to need a good soak in seltzer water and lemon. The superficial wound would forever be her favorite, because it led her to here. Or at least, it led her to Killian’s lap.

“I’m not that drunk,” she countered.

“Love, it doesn’t matter. What matters, is that I want to make sure you don’t regret this in the morning. I’ve waited a long time for you to do that, and I don’t want it to be just because you were drunk,” he replied, a bit of hurt in his eyes.

“Being drunk gave me to courage to finally tell you how I feel, how I’ve felt since that first week. How you never noticed that I was in love with you, I will never understand. I’ve waited for years for you to make a move, to show me that you felt the same,” she confessed, all the walls she had came crumbling down.

“You love me?” he asked, searching her eyes for the answer, scared that what she was saying wouldn’t still ring true in the morning.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Thank God,” he said, pulling her to him, burying her head against his chest, his hands tightening around her, refusing to let her go.

He reached one hand around to her face, pulling her chin up so that she was looking at him.

“I love you too,” leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

“Great, now Mary Margaret is going to call this the “I Love You Incident”,” she laughed, as she leaned her head back into his chest, feeling him laugh right along with her.

As far as names went, it was the best one out there and the best incident to ever happen.

#Captain Swan #Captain Swan Fan Fiction #Fan Fiction #CSFF #CS Fan Fiction #Killian Jones #Emma Swan

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the-beastslayers-queen · 5 years

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A Dangerous Game: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 as promised. Tagging: @queenofthearchitect @biforbecky2belts @writtingrose and @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk If anyone wishes to be added to the taglist for this beauty, hit my inbox or chat.

I was left alone at the bar of the club, Seth having not returned since he left. I was sipping on my cocktail, glancing down at the napkin he gave me. I sighed and tucked it into my purse before working on finishing my drink so I could order another one. I was going to get drunk tonight. I mean, I never asked to be set up with McIntyre and I wasn’t looking forward to what was coming for me. With meeting Seth, I saw that this marriage is not right for me.

“There ye are,” I turned to find Becky coming up to stand next to me, “Finn and Drew asked me to look after ye while ye have some drinks.”

“Oh so Drew can make sure I don’t get wooed by someone else and break off everything,” I replied with heavy sarcasm, “He doesn’t need to worry about me. He just met me and I doubt he’d care if I let loose and get tipsy tonight.”

Seth

I finally made it over to the VIP section where my “dad” was sitting with Bayley, Charlotte, and Paige close by. Sasha stood close by with Ruby, Liv, and Sarah on watch over the girls. At the closest emergency exit Mandy and Sonya stood watch. Dean, Roman, and I circled around to stand behind Hunter, our adoptive father.

“Finn,” Hunter stood up and reached over to shake hands with the shorter Irishman as he came walking up with two guards on his flank, “Thanks for meeting with us. I’m sure your sister is pleased to be matched with McIntyre and I’m honored to be here at the engagement party you’re hosting for her.”

“Hunter,” Finn’s accent was very thick as he greeted Hunter, “I know that alignin myself with McIntyre ruffled yer feathers a little and I wanted to make sure we stay on good terms.”

“I’m sure you do,” Hunter sat back down as Finn sat across from him, “Now I know you are looking for a bride for yourself. I have daughters I am willing to match you with. So pick your bride.”

“I was hoping to have Bayley as my bride,” he replied, “But I am not inna rush to put a ring on her finger. Wit’ your blessing, I’d like to get know all of the daughters ye have to offer for me and get a chance to know t’em before I make my choice.”

“That’s fair,” Hunter nodded, “I’ll allow it. I’m sure my girls will be alright with that. Right girls?”

“Yes dad,” Bayley replied first.

“Yeah sure,” Paige added second.

“Well of course Hunter,” Charlotte replied, “But you’ll also have to meet my dad, Ric, too Finn.”

“I am at yer mercy, lasses,” Finn smiled at my sisters, certainly charming the trio, “Now if ye’ll excuse me, I need to go find my sister. I’ll be in touch.”

With that last remark, Finn left the VIP section and went in the direction of the bar. I went over the couch he was previously sat and took a seat. I had my doubts about this. I had to.

My role in The Authority as The Architect meant I was the go-to hacker for the family business. I had to protect our assets on the internet. I also served as an enforcer with my two brothers, Dean and Roman, as The Shield. We’re tasked with being top security for Hunter whenever he has to go out to conduct family business. Between the three of us, I’m the most level-headed under pressure. I also have the best control on my temper. But the moment you piss me off, I will not hesitate to put a couple bullets into you. Hunter won’t confess it, but I’m his favorite among the three of us because of my talents behind a keyboard for creating my two most famous programs. My first is able to wipe out your bank account and record of your existence from the internet without leaving a trace, which I nicknamed Oracle. My second is a defensive program that will stop any foreign programs that try to get into our servers to steal our money or secrets, which is called Cerberus. I am also the only one with access to either program so I made sure I was too valuable to be disposed of.

“So are we going to maintain alliance with Bálor Club,” I asked Hunter, “Or do I need to send the word out to stay on guard if they decide to start a war with us with McIntyre backing them?”

“We’re going to keep things as they are,” Hunter warned me, “We’re not going to encourage them to start a war after all the help they gave us a couple years ago. For now, we’ll play this out and see if Finn is going to follow through on making our partnership more solid with a marriage to one of your sisters. If McIntyre starts anything, we’ll see if Finn is willing to consider a new match for his sister.”

“Who would you match up with her,” I asked.

“More than likely I’d match up Cesaro or Roman to the girl,” he replied, “As for you, Seth, I’m not ready to match you up with anyone for the sake of an alliance. I’d rather have you find a girl of your own outside the business. Maybe eventually get out of the business.”

“Anyway,” I stood up from my seat, “I’m going to go outside, maybe get a cab home. I’ll see you in the morning for the meeting with the rest of the family.”

I walked out of the club, happy to now be able to hear myself think. As I came out I looked over to find Cat leaning against the wall of the club, typing away on an iPad. I smirked to myself and decided to go talk to her again.

Cat

“What are you done partying already,” Seth smirked as he leaned on the wall next to her, “What are you working on?”

“Just fine tuning a program I’ve been working on,” I replied as I put away my iPad, “I’m not done partying, but I’m heading out to a different bar that is more my speed. You are welcome to join me, if you’d like. After all, you still owe me a couple rounds since we were interrupted earlier.”

“Alright you got me there,” Seth chuckled as he got out his phone, “I’ll get us a cab and you can tell the driver where we’re going.”

“Okay, you can tag along,” I agreed, “But just stick close to me when we get to where we’re going. It’s going to be in a rough neighborhood.”

Seth and I waited for the cab he called to come pick us up. I talked about how growing up in Ireland and the US and he was intrigued by the fact that I’m self-taught in programing and electrical engineering despite majoring in criminal psychology and minoring in accounting. Once the cab finally arrived I climbed in first and gave the cabbie the address of where we were going before Seth could get in and hear where we were going.

“So I don’t get to know where we’re going,” he asked as the cab pulled away from Bullet Club and started heading out of the nice neighborhood we were in.

“Nope,” I replied with emphasis on the “p.”

“Since I’m not knowing where we’re going,” Seth started, “Can I get your number since you have mine?”

“Sure,” I replied as I held out my hand, “Hand me your phone and I’ll add it to your contacts.”

Seth dug his phone out of his back pocket of his jeans and unlocked it before putting it in my hand. I looked down at his phone and saw the background of his home screen was of him and a really pretty girl draped on his arm.

“Is this you and your girlfriend,” I asked him as I opened his contacts.

“My ex actually,” he replied sadly, “I haven’t gotten around to changing it yet. We were going to get married.”

“What happened,” I asked him, hoping I wasn’t hurting him with asking about her.

“She found out about what I did for a living and left me,” he replied, “She didn’t want to be involved in what I did and called it quits.”

“That’s a bummer,” I sighed and grabbed his hand, “I’m sorry she left you. Surely you’ll find ‘the one’ again.”

“Maybe,” he sighed and looked down at our hands, “For now, I just want to go out with you to this surprise place and have a few drinks.”

When we finally pulled up to our stop, Seth paid the cabbie for the fare and climbed out of the cab. He turned around and helped me out of the cab and I led the way inside of my favorite place, The Coup De Grace. I smiled as I saw my favorite member of the Club, Tama Tonga, helping out the bartenders behind the bar. He draped his hand towel over his shoulder and smiled at me as he saw me come in.

“If it isn’t my favorite patron,” Tama laughed as he came around the bar to give me a big old bear hug, “And you brought a date, how cute.”

“Tama,” I smiled and hugged him, “This is Seth.”

“So I take it your brother has no idea you snuck away from your party,” he asked as he led us over to the bar.

“You know for a fact that this old place is more my speed than Bullet Club is,” I told him as I sat down with Seth at the bar, “Besides, I like seeing my favorite Tongan.”

“You’re damn right I’m your favorite,” Tama laughed as he got a glass out from under the bar, “Do you want your usual tonight or do you want me to surprise you.”

“I’ll take my usual,” I replied, “What’s your poison, Seth?”

“I’ll have a whiskey straight on the rocks,” he replied, “If that’s cool with you Tama.”

“You got it brother,” Tama got to work on my drink and on Seth’s whiskey.

“So I got to ask how the hell you found this place,” Seth asked, turning towards me.

“Find it,” I chuckled at his question, “I run the joint. This is basically my bar. I just happen to own it with my brother. He also owns the Bullet Club.”

“Well who’s your brother,” he asked.

“Seth Rollins,” I placed my hand on my chest as Tama placed my drink down in front of me, “You are just full of questions. How about I ask about you first. Maybe the next time we have drinks I’ll answer your question.”

“Then ask away,” he replied before taking a sip of his whiskey.

“So I have to ask you,” I thought it over for a minute, “What do you do for a living your fiancé left you?”

“I’m the IT guy for The Authority,” he replied, “I also keep tabs on the money. I’m Hunters youngest adopted son. I’m also an enforcer and I primarily serve as a guard for Hunter when he’s out on business. I sometimes tag along with my brothers as part of the Shield to be the muscle for Hunter.”

“I can see why she wouldn’t want to mixed up with you,” I took another sip of my drink, “Have you killed anyone.”

“I haven’t yet,” he replied, “But I’ve had to erase people that were taken out by my brothers though. Dean and Roman are more than willing to pull the trigger than I am.”

“I can admire a man with a disciplined trigger finger,” I placed my hand over his, “And I can admire a guy I can talk code and algorithms with.”

“I will not trade secrets with you though Cat,” he replied, “I’m not letting anyone figure out how to trick Cerberus, my defensive program I built for The Authority. That is my pride and joy and I will die before I share its code.”

“That’s fair,” I replied, “I would never ask for the code to the programs you use for The Authority. If I ask about code, it would be suggestions to help me bolster the strength of my programs or to help me build new programs.”

“Now making new programs would be fun,” Seth replied as he finished his drink, “I think I should head home for the night. I’ll text you when I get home. Please text me when you get home, Cat. Maybe we can do this again sometime. I think I’m going to have to hit you up for more drinks. Maybe dinner sometime too.”

“Have a good night, Seth,” I walked him outside and waited until his cab came to pick him up. Once he was on his way, I went back in to continue talking to Tama.

“So does he know about you being in the Club and engaged to McIntyre,” Tama asked as he cleaned some glasses.

“Not yet,” I replied as I continued drinking, “And he doesn’t need to know that yet. I don’t want to push him away yet. I don’t even think I’m going to push him away. He’s charming and we have a lot in common.”

“You are playing with fire, homegirl,” Tama warned, “If Finn or McIntyre find out you’re playing around with Seth, it could start a war.”

“Then I’ll be careful,” I replied, “You forget I can create alibis without breaking a sweat. I’m one of the best hackers in the city.”

“Uh hun,” Tama hummed, “The instant this blows up in your face, don’t come crying to me when Finn kicks your ass for starting a war between us and The Authority and Clan McIntyre.”

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The Sidewalk.

18 + Mature Content.

(It’s a long story, but I didn’t want to disappoint!)

CHAPTER 1

Location: My bedroom.

Time: 3:45 am

I can’t sleep, I haven’t been able to sleep. I guess the stress has just been getting to me lately...Yeah... I know, I know you’re probably all laughing like “Stress! Pah! You’re to young to have any stress!” or my favorite line. “You’re lucky you still live at home. When I was your age I was already married with two kids by then.” Oh yeah Deborah isn’t that right? Well I’m sorry that my life isn't all put together at 21 like yours might have been, which was when 40 years ago?

I hate people.

Especially the ones who just silently judge you. You know which ones, they are nice to your face but as soon as your back is turned they say the complete opposite; Walking around with their noses stuck straight up in the air, and driving around showing off their fancy SUVs. Must be nice to have things handed to you. For me, that wasn’t the case, towards the end at least. I came from an average family you know. Mom stayed at home, dad is a cop, a younger brother, the white picket fence and what family would be complete with out a dog. The all American family you could say.

We were definitely far from it. We had our dirty secrets too, just like any other “normal” family.

Fuck! Why can’t I sleep, god damn it!

Looking up at the ceiling all I could think of at that moment was “What if this were to collapse in on me?” “ Maybe then it would end all of my pain and suffering.”

The roof needed to be fixed. Dad said he was going to do that months ago...but here we are closer to winter and it’s still not done. The shingles were falling off and it leaked every time it rained. My room seemed to be the only room in the entire house that received the full impact; It was so bad last week I had to sleep downstairs on the couch. The windows were old and drafty and look like they haven't been replaced in years, the doors were just the same, creaking at the hinges. The yard was over grown and had gone to complete shit. Our house didn't always look like this, we just stopped caring.

My mother was the one who would take care of basically everything around the house without her my dad, brother and I would have been lost. She taught me everything she could. How to cook, fold laundry, how to change a tire. She was a woman that young girls would look up to. She was kind and caring, she spent a lot of time working with different organizations and she was always hosting charity events. Judith Ward even made a brief appearance.

Sigh.

Sadly, that’s all just a faded distant memory, and now my father and I were complete and utterly lost. Most day’s we would just order take out from Ruby’s Diner, we sort of became regulars there.

Tears began to bubble in my eyes blurring my vision of the ceiling.

My mother and younger brother were murdered, along with a few others. Most would say they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, but my dad wasn’t convinced.

It all happened so fast. My mother had just picked up Danny from school and they were walking home when a man in a ski mask jumped them from behind shooting my mother point blank in the back of the head. Danny’s body was never found, so deep down I know he is still alive...somewhere.

For about 4 years now my dad had been searching and it seemed like every time he would get close to a break through...more “clues” would began to surface and he would be led straight back to a dead end. Part of me believes that the man is still out there holding my brother hostage and he’s just been leaving clues behind to this day just to try and throw my dad off the trail, but he is stubborn and determined, and why would a murder hang around and continue to leave clues? I try not to think about it to often because it kills me deep down knowing someone I used to see everyday just isn’t there anymore. I keep thinking that this was all my fault and a part of me that feels guilty everyday. I should have been there with him, and maybe at least my mother would still be here... I know fucked up way of thinking, but that’s where my mind takes me when I think about it.

Ever since the murder my father has suggested me speaking to a therapist. He claims that “medicating with Marijuana isn’t the right way to go about dealing with my stress and pain, but what does he know, Those guys are there only to take all your money and silently judge you, then they go home and talk about how crazy you are to their immediate families and significant others. To them that’s just a normal day in the office, but to me that’s the life I am stuck living every single day.

So if you ever meet a family member of your shrink. That’s why they hesitate when saying hello. They probably think you are a psychopath and could snap at any moment.

Time: 4:00 am

Alright, well no sense trying to sleep now, I might as well just pull an all nighter.

Stretching I rolled out of bed and grabbed a shower towel. Sluggishly I walked down the stairs. My dad was asleep at his computer per usual... he must have had another late night.

Yawning I proceeded into the bathroom and closed the door. Turning on the shower I pulled my nightshirt over my head and gently tossed it onto the floor. Reaching my hand behind the curtain I made sure it was hot.

Scalding.

That was the only good thing about old houses. The hot water is actually hot.

Stepping in I felt the heat of the water run over my skin, sending chills down my spine, and making the hair on my arms stick up straight. A draft crept through the crack under the door and my nipples grew hard. We didn’t have a shower curtain at the moment, so no matter how hot the shower got you were still cold. Why you may ask? We’ll I decided one night it was a good idea to try and sober up a friend by putting her in the shower, well epic fail on my part. Her foot got caught up on the edge of the tub and she became entangled in it which ripped the holster straight out of the wall and caved in on her. My dad was pissed and his reasoning behind not buying another one.

“You shower with the door closed so why do you need a curtain to hide behind too.”

His logic never made sense sometimes... but that was dad. Usually his reasoning behind things made me laugh which made it impossible for him to ground me.

Closing my eyes I let the water run down my face. It was soothing, but not as soothing as the sound of rain late at night. Washing up, rinsing off and then turning off the shower I stepped out and reached for my towel also not realizing my phone was underneath it. I couldn’t react fast enough, all I could do was stand there and watch it as It fell and collided with the ground making a sharp snap.

Great. I hope I didn’t just break it.

Wrapping a towel around my hair and the other around my body I reached down for my phone. Closing my eyes I whispered to myself. Please don’t be broken, please don’t be broken. Slowly peeking out of one eye I looked down. Phew! Not broken this time. Taking a deep breath I turned to the mirror and wiped the condensation away leaving blurry streaks. My makeup didn’t seem to come all the way off in the shower so it was still smudged around my eyes making dark circles. Washing my face again in the sink with a face cloth, I then rubbed lotion all over my body. Coco butter, not only does it make your skin smooth as fuck but it smells good too! I brushed my teeth and spit the toothpaste into the sink. Leaving the bathroom I looked over at my dad who was sound asleep, but this time snoring with his face buried deep into his in his arms.

He looks pretty peaceful. I won’t wake him yet.

Tippy toeing up the stairs, they creaked and groaned. I closed my bedroom door behind me and began franticly digging through my piles of clothes that were just thrown throughout my room. Picking up a shirt I brought it to my face and inhaled.

Smells ok to me. Throwing on a ripped tank top, I swirled the shirt around my back and flung my arms through. Picking up a pair of jeans I just looked down at them in disgust. These are so old. They had holes, and stains that just wouldn't wash out, but they were my favorite pair and I just couldn’t get rid of them. Slinging my bag over my shoulder and grabbing my camera headed back down stairs.

Still sleeping...

Dad... Dad?

“Wha...What time is it?” he asked in a fog while rubbing his eyes.

4:30 in the morning...

“Why are you awake?”

Well, I couldn’t sleep so I figured I would get an early start.

Yawning he stretched his arms back behind his head before looking back down at his computer. Grunting he held his head in his hands.

“Every fucking time I think I’m one step closer.” he clenched his fists and pounded hard on his desk making a pile of papers shuffle and fall to the ground.

Dad? Maybe you should get some sleep... bending down I picked up his papers and placed them neatly back onto his desk

“I don’t need sleep, I need to finish up working on this case.” he growled

Seriously though, you need to rest...it’s been 4 years and you aren’t any closer today then you were 4 years ago.

“What I need is for you to stop giving me such attitude, leave me the hell alone and let me get back to work so then maybe I can try and get some sleep.”

Alright, whatever Dad... I’ll see you later.

“Where are you going?” he asked turning to face me.

I see, he only looks at me when I’m leaving.

I don’t know, probably go down to Ruby’s for some breakfast.

“I see you have your camera too?” he smiled.

holy shit...he smiled.

Yeah, I wanted to maybe catch the sun rise. Do you want anything to eat? I can bring you something back? Maybe an extra thick milkshake

“mmm sounds good, but no.” he replied turning back to his computer.

Come on Dad, you know you want one. I’ll buy?

“No I’m good. Thank you, but really I need to get back to work.” he responded.

He was exhausted, his eyes were sunken in surrounded by dark circles. His hair was starting to turn gray and he just looked like absolute shit. He was supposed to be off this week. The Chief told him he needed to take time to grieve because he really hasn't since my mom died, but my dad has been sneaking around getting files from the other guys so he can continue to work, but just from home.

Ok so breakfast sandwich and a coffee instead?

“Black.” He replied with a smirk.

Sounds good old man.

Turning to leave, he called out to me once more.

“This old man could still kick your ass”

Name the place and pick a time Dad. I can take you down any day.

“That’s my girl.” he smiled.

Door slams shuts.

It was a lot cooler out then I had expected, yet again the weather man lies, but then again the sun still wasn’t even awake yet.

The air was crisp, and the leaves crunched beneath my feet as I walked along. I absolutely loved the fall. Everything is just so beautiful and the people around here really get into the Halloween spirit.

If Halloween could be an every day event, I would be happy.

The birds were already awake and chirping away, and just as I got to the bottom of my steps a fat squirrel ran across my path nearly tripping me in the process. Sadly he was just to quick to take a picture.

One day I’ll capture you, Mr. Squirrel. I laughed out loud to myself. You might have gotten away this time, but next time you won’t be so lucky.

The squirrel stopped half way up the tree and what looked like began to mock me, before quickly scurrying up into the brush.

Fat little bastard. I grumbled.

Walking down the street all I could do was look around at how the town went to complete shit. I feel like the loss of my mother and disappearance of my brother just caused the whole town to shut down and lose its spark. My parents were very well known and liked around the area by anyone and everyone who crossed paths with them. They were always willing to help anyone and everyone who asked them, even if that means they got fucked over 85% of the time. So I couldn’t go anywhere without something stopping me to ask how my parents were doing or if they would be around that weekend to give them a hand. Especially now...it’s always. “How’s your dad? Is he ok?”

Half the time I want to tell them to go visit him and ask for themselves, but I usually just smile and tell them he’s fine.

It got old.

Wrapping my flannel tighter around me I headed down the side walk, the only beautiful thing left in this town were the trees and the canal.

Pulling out my camera I took a quick photo.

SNAP, SNAP

Something this beautiful should be captured before it get’s destroyed by humanity. One horrible thing about the human race, so quick to destroy something so beautiful that life has blessed us with, and people wonder why there are global warming problems.

SNAP, SNAP

Shit, whited out. God damn flash.

My camera was old and I needed a new flash, but since I haven’t been able to find a job in this hell hole I haven’t been able to buy a new one. I did ask my dad for my birthday last year, but he just hasn't had the money. It makes me feel like complete shit to even ask.

Come on, adjust...

SNAP. SNAP.

Got it. Thank you! Kissing my camera I smiled at it.

Perfect. I smiled down at my camera pleased with the shot.

Taking in a deep breathe through my nose I exhaled out my mouth causing a cloud to appear.

Fall is definitely here.

My stomach grumbled.

Alright, I need to eat...

Walking further down the side walk, and then to the cross walk, I looked and crossed the street heading towards the diner. That was another cool thing. Everything was so close to our house we can just walk there within a few minutes.

My dad and I used to take walks all the time...and then at the end he would treat me with a large malt shake. He always would suggest I get the smaller size because I could never finish a large, but I wanted to be like dad. 4 years later my brother was born. At that point I was 17 and started to rebel. Mainly tattoos, which drove my mother insane, but once my brother was born it’s like I didn’t exist anymore. I mean my dad always wanted a boy, I guess you can say that’s where I get my tomboy spirit from but from then on out it was all about Danny.

He was only 13 when he disappeared.

Chapter 2:

Location: Ruby’s Diner

Time: 4:45 am.

SNAP, SNAP

Fucking flash!

Snap Click. chhhh chhhh.

Ugh Wherever. I’ll just fix the damn thing inside. I stuffed the camera angrily into my bag and pushed open the large double glass doors to the diner.

“Hey Harper! Long time no see, two for breakfast?” the man behind the counter asked.

No Shane, it’s just me today. My dad’s at home working. I smiled.

“Isn’t he supposed to be on vacation?” he asked confused.

Well you know my dad...

“Yeah that’s true can’t take a man away from his work.” he laughed. “Would you like your regular booth by the window?” he asked looking down at his monitor.

Yeah that would be great actually.

“Alright, well it looks like it was just cleared off, so right this way ma’am.” He smiled smoothly waving his arm towards the dining room.

You’re the best, they really should just let you run the entire place.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m one pay check away from having enough money to get the hell out of this place.” he laughed.

Yeah, I hear ya, I have a feeling I might end up dying here.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Hey, once I’m gone my job will be free, maybe I can mention something to management?”

You would do that?! Oh thank you!

Wrapping my arms around him I hugged him.

“No problem, I always have your back.” He laughed.

Sitting down at the table I pulled my bag to my side, and reached in. Pulling out my sketch pad I plopped it down and began to draw. That’s why I like the window booths. They were just giant windows filled with inspiration. I especially love when the older gentleman come for the early bird specials and bring their fanciest and shiniest cars. You can see them outside standing there gawking over who has the fastest car, or the best engine. Passing around cigars and chopping off the ends before lighting them and blowing big thick grey clouds of smoke up into the air.

What a life. I always thought about what they were like at my age. It was such an easier time. They used to be able to go outside without having to worry that someone was going to get kidnapped or murdered. They came home when the street lights came on, not when they get a text asking where the hell they are.

Looking down at the menu I couldn't decided. I know I have been here a million times, but I always look at the menu, you know just incase I decide to order something different.

Which for me that was rare.

I always wished they would serve lunch this early, call me a psycho but I could totally go for a tuna melt right about now.

Looking up I notice the waitress. Her hair was in a twisted mess on the top of her head and her apron was stained with all sorts of different types of condiments, oil and grease.

Kate?! Since when do you work here?

“Well recently, Chloe’s mom was talking to my mom and well...here I am.” she sighed. “I really don’t like it.”

Well, I can tell you waitressing sucks. People are just plain rude.

“Especially the ones who tip like shit.” she laughed

Cheap bastards.

“Where’s your dad?”

He’s at home working.

“Well it’s good to see he has at least been keeping himself busy.”

Yeah, if that’s what you called it. I rolled my eyes at her comment.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to...” she began to say.

Don’t worry about it, I’m used to people asking me about my dad all the time.

“Anyway what can I get for you?” she asked pulling out a notebook and pen.

I’ll have the breakfast platter and a mimosa.

“Starting early?” she giggled

It’s never to early to drink. I laughed.

“How would you like your eggs?” she then continued

Over easy, white toast, whip cream on the pancakes, bacon fried to a perfect crisp.

“Anything else?”

Yeah, freshly squeezed orange juice?

“Were a diner not a 5 star breakfast buffet.”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. Oh come on the food here is definitely 5 star material.

Placing her hands on her hips. “If you think this is 5 star food then you haven't had real food.”

Well I mean, dad doesn’t cook and this is the only place that’s close enough for me to walk to.

“You still don’t have a car?” she asked cocking an eyebrow.

Well I do, it’s just in the shop. The damn truck is so rusty I need a miracle. Plus my dad’s car has been rotting in the driveway since my mom...

“That’s ok, no need to explain.” she smiled softly.

You know, you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me... I don’t mind talking about certain things.

“I know, it’s just horrible. Any news on your brother?” she asked running her thumbs along the hem of her apron.

Not yet, but I know he’s out there...he has to be.

“Well I will make sure to pray for his safe return.” she smiled again.

Thanks Kate, you're the sweetest.

“Anytime.” she replied turning and heading towards the kitchen.

Looking back out the window I sighed heavily. Well it looks like I am going to miss the sun rise yet again.

Pulling out my camera and tiny tool kit, I began to work on the flash. Alright if I just adjust it here.... and then tweak this.

SPOING!

Damn it! I slammed my fists down on the table tightly gripping what felt like the worlds smallest screw driver. Taking a deep breath I went back to working on it.

10 minutes later.

click, click. Snap, Snap

Yes! Fixed it!

And it looks like just in time. Looking over Kate held out the tray of food and placed it on the table.

Looks good. I smiled at her.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” she smiled.

I will, Thanks Kate.

Nodding her head Kate turned and walked away. Slapping my hands together and rubbing them I grabbed my fork and dug in.

Everything here just tastes so good to me, I guess you could say this is the closest thing I have had to a home cooked meal in a long time.

The pancakes were perfectly fluffy, and drizzled with maple syrup and a dollop of whip cream in the center, the bacon was perfect and crispy where it melted in my mouth every time I took a bite, and my eggs were cooked perfectly.

Finishing up rather quickly I waved for the bill.

“How was it?” she asked removing my plate from in front of me.

It was amazing, as always.

“You really need to get out more.” she laughed. “Need any change?”

No thanks, I’m good. You keep it. Hey, it was good seeing you. I haven’t seen you since graduation.

“Well, if you want to see me again I’m here everyday of the week.�� she smiled.

Alright, sounds good. Bye Kate and thank you.

“You’re welcome.” She responded hurrying off into the kitchen.

Walking outside the sun was finally raising and everything began to flare with color.

Perfect timing. I smiled to myself.

Time 6:30 am

18 year’s I've lived here and I’ve never really stopped to actually look at the beauty this run down town can hold.

Looking into the water I held my hand over my eyes to shield the suns glare. I could see fish swimming around happily, and rising to the surface for a small gulp of air before dipping back down and disappearing beneath the rocks.

Life is just so beautiful if you actually open your eyes and look at it.

SNAP, SNAP.

Click.

There is just something so calming about still water. I could just stare into it for hours, even days and never get bored.

SNAP SNAP.

Beep, beep.

What the fuck, low battery? Already. Fuck this stupid camera.

Turning it off I placed it in my bag, well that’s enough pictures of water for right now I guess. I frowned looking down as a fish swam up and grabbed a cigarette butt that floated by before quickly spitting it back out.

Now that’s just disgusting. I frowned.

I really hate people sometimes.

Reaching for a stick, and then stretching out my arm, I managed to cause a rippled effect to move the cigarette butt close enough for my to pull up into the grass.

Ok fish, you are safe for now! I smiled looking down as 5 little babies swam out from under that same rock.

Heading back towards my house, I decided to take a quick detour.

SHIT! I forgot to get my dad food and coffee. I groaned. Oh well...he probably wouldn’t eat it anyway. Pretty sure his last sandwich is still there not even touched.

Turning the corner to enter my street I looked over at the park. The once beautiful fence, now rusted and damaged from little assholes around the town. There was trash and left over food laying all over the broken cement top. Shards of glass from beer bottles were smashed and smushed into the grass. The only new thing in this place was the swings and the basketball nets. Looking over I saw two kids throwing a ball around.

“Haha loser! That’s an E for you.” one kid mocked.

“Fuck you asshole.” the other kid replied.

Pulling out my camera I quickly capture the two as one of the boys punched the other directly in the stomach. He started crying.

“Fuck you dude.” he said as he ran to exit the park. “I’m telling mom.”

“Don’t tell mom! Wait Get back here!” the other hollered as he ran after him.

SNAP, SNAP.

Well, that one will definitely be a good addition to my scrap book. Laughing out loud at the picture my camera began to beep, and then shut off. Great. I put my camera in my bag and headed over to the swings. Placing my bag on the ground next to me, I began to swing.

Back and forth, higher and higher. Getting lost in a daze.

I loved playing on these when I was a kid. The swing creaked as I swung back and forth. The memories of my childhood began to flash in front of me. All the times my friends and I would sneak out and meet here just to smoke a joint and drink beers that we stole from our parents fridges.

One time we ended up getting busted by the police. He was a rookie, and my friends decided it would be funny to mess with him. We had a bag full of stink bombs, which we lit and threw at him as he walked towards us. When they started to smoke and release the smell, all of a sudden the officer grabbed his throat and began gasping for air. We all panicked and ran away, we ended up hiding across the street in the neighbors rose bushes. MISTAKE. We were covered in scratches from the thorns afterwards. Finally when back up arrived what seemed like hours later, they ended up having to give him CPR and some oxygen. Little did we know he ended up having an asthma attack.

Needless to say that was his first and last day on the job. We also never got caught.

I just can’t believe we let this town go to shit like this, this placed used to be so beautiful and full of life, now its just surrounded by crime, punk ass kids, and lazy old people who spend 90% of their time on the front porch in rocking chairs scolding the teenagers as they walked by.

Swinging high enough, I launched off the swing and landed on my feet.

I should get home, Dad’s probably worried about me.

I paused.

Yeah right. Laughing to myself I left the park, luckily for me I lived right next door so it wasn’t far.

Time: 8:00 am

Reaching my house I noticed the mail had arrived. Wow, this is here early. Might as well bring it inside or else it will be sitting here for weeks just piling up.

Pulling out a stack of envelopes I quickly shuffled through them.

Bills, Bills, Junk mail, Junk mail, bills, bills. Great. Nothing for me. What else is new.

I always looked through the mail like I expected to receive something, even though every time I always knew none of it would ever be for me. Sighing heavily I stuffed the mail into the side pocket of my bag and headed up the front steps. Reaching for the door knob I pushed the front door open and this time closed it gently behind me, incase my dad had decided to finally give it a rest, and get some rest.

But no, Dad was still in the same spot I left him in.

Hey Dad, I’m home. Here’s the mail. I said reaching into my bag and then placing it on the desk. I’m sorry I forgot to grab you food.

“Great honey. How was school?” he asked.

Dad...I’m 21, I don’t go to school anymore.

“Right, right...well good to see you.” He mumbled with his eye glued to his computer screen while he rubbed his temples.

Yeah Dad, Always a pleasure. I sighed waving at him and heading up the stairs to my room.

To be continued...

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themoonandotherslikeit · 5 years

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The Look in Her Eyes- Chapter 33

***While on a case, Dean and Sam meet a beautiful woman, Ava. She makes a large impression on the brothers, and ends up convincing them to take her on the road with them. It isn’t long before the shared experience, car rides, motel rooms, and risky cases pushes Ava and Dean together in an unlikely story of love, family, fate, and friendship.***

Chapter Thirty-Three, Her Hair Tie

Dean

Thirty Weeks Along

"Morning beautiful." I said with a yawn, draping my arm around Ava's large mid section. She turned to look at me. Her mouth was a gaping black hole, stretching and turning, the gray sunken skin on her cheeks morphed, her empty eyes looked towards me, but nowhere at all. I flinched and closed my eyes.

"Mmm. I'm so sleepy."

When I opened my eyes again she looked normal, beautiful, and sleepy. We were out of time. I could feel the hell hounds licking my ankles already.

Our plan wasn't ideal. Ruby found out that Lilith was on vacation.

"What does a demon do on vacation?" Ava asked, folding her arms across her chest.

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Ruby said flatly. "But her guard will be down. It's our best chance."

"Do you know where she will be?"

"I'm working on that."

Any day now I was toast. It had been 24 weeks. We were using any precaution to keep the dogs away from me, but there were only so many herbs. There were only so many ways to push this off. It was happening. Maybe it was time to say goodbye.

"Dean?"

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

She closed her eyes. "I said, I think I need glasses. My pregnancy vision is getting really bad."

"You'd look cute in glasses." I held her cheek, rubbing circles with my thumb. "Like a sexy librarian."

"You wish."

"I do." I said kissing her lips. She was warm and familiar. She tasted like sleep. Like home.

"God, put your dick away." Ruby groaned. "We found Lilith."

Ava and I sat up and looked at each other. Shit. Here goes nothing.

"We are leaving in 10." Ruby said before stomping out.

"I guess I'm out of here." I said, kissing her temple. I swung my legs over the side of the bed.

"You're? I'm going."

"No, you're not. We don't have time to argue."

"You're right, we don't." She said in frustration.

"I can't risk you getting hurt." I said, glancing at her.

I slid into my jeans, and clipped the button.

"And I'm not ready to say goodbye. I can help."

I frowned. They didn't tell you about this part when you get married. It's all flowers and kisses on your wedding day. They don't tell you that your wife will want to walk into the fire next to you. Stubborn woman. She was obviously made for me. I turned to her, grabbing her face in my hands. "You will not die for me. Do you hear me? You can come, but the moment it gets hairy you get out of there." I stared into her crystal blue eyes. "You have to keep Peanut safe, because I can't."

She softened at this, and she nodded. "Kiss me."

"Always." I pressed my mouth to hers urgently. I wanted more time. Even though it was a long shot, I needed this to work.

Ava

Liliths vacation spot was only a few hours away. Dean seemed distant, fiddling with his wedding ring, and looking out the window. He was in the back seat with me, claiming sarcastically that we could fool around while Sam drove. The reality, though, is that there was something going on inside his head. I saw the way he looked at me when I woke up that morning. He was afraid.

"Hey, feel." I said, pressing his hand to the space above my belly button where our baby was kicking away.

This seemed to relax him, the wrinkles in his face relaxed and his head dropped to look at my belly.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. I'd been fighting a hell of a headache in the last week, and I hadn't mentioned it because, fuck we had other problems.

"So what's the plan?" I asked Sam and Ruby.

"We will have to take her off guard." Ruby said, pulling into the neighborhood, it was twilight.

"So let's just go in. She won't expect it." Dean said flippantly.

"Oh, please." Ruby said. "See the mail man? How frequently do they deliver this late in the evening?"

I turned to look at who she was referencing. "He is a demon?"

"And the man who has been watering the bushes over there? He's been watering them constantly since we pulled up. And the woman in the window with the dog?"

"They're all demons?" Sam asked in awe. "Shit."

"Maybe we should back out." Dean said quietly. "Go in smart, or not go in at all."

"No. We are going to try. If we go down, at least we will go down swinging."

"Why, Sam?"

Sam turned from the drivers seat and met Deans eyes. "Because you're my brother, and you'd do it for me."

Sam pulled the car away, so we could regroup. "So what does a demon do for fun?" Dean asked casually, trying to break the ice.

"You don't wanna know." Ruby said, picking at her nails.

Bobby and John we're headed up the rear. We needed to regroup. We needed a plan. We needed a little hope.

Dean

Sam and I leaned against the car. "Hey I just wanted to say if this goes sideways... thanks."

I raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

"For taking care of me."

"Oh, come on, Sammy. If this is my last day on earth let's not spend it doing this."

"You know, she wants me to finish this. Maybe you should let me."

I shook my head. "Sam there's not a lot I know in this world, but I do know that getting in bed with demons is never a good idea. No matter what they offer you."

"You regret your deal?"

"I don't want to go to Hell, Sammy. I won't let any of you be as bone headed as me, because, look me over, I'm not pregnant. I'm not special."

"You're wrong. You are special."

"Are you two done?" Bobby asked, sauntering over to us. "We have a plan."

"Let's hear it." I said shortly.

"We will bait one demon at a time, getting them with the knife. We will poison the water supply with holy water and click on the sprinklers so nothing can enter or exit the house. You should get an element of surprise."

"I'll guard the perimeter." Dad said, meeting my eyes. There'd always been so much contempt there, but now there was something else. "I'll keep the demons away from you."

I turned my face to Ruby when my stomach dropped. I could see her, past her human face. I could see the dark thing beneath. Her black, Smokey skin, her black hollow eyes, and her sharp sinister smile.

"What?" She asked, pursing her lips.

"I just... I didn't know before, but damn you're an ugly broad."

"Dean?" Ava asked me, alarmed.

"I can see her face. Well her face under that face."

"It makes sense." Bobby said slowly. "You're piercing the veil. You can see Hells bitches."

"I am not Hell's bitch." Ruby said with an eye roll.

"That could be useful." Sam said. "Now they won't be able to get the jump on us as easily."

I frowned. "Well I'm glad my damned soul is good for something."

"Dean." Ava said, touching my arm gently.

I looked to her and matched her sad expression. "Sorry." I said, taking her hand.

"We need to hurry." Bobby said, meeting my eyes. "We are running out of time."

I squeezed Avas hand, bringing her knuckles up to my mouth. I pressed a kiss on them, and then on her ring finger. "Let's go."

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We crouched outside of the house. "That's her." I said, with a wince. "The little girl."

Ava peeked into the house, my arm was around her waist.

"Please stay with Bobby." I asked her quietly, holding her hands. Bobby was stationed in an abandoned house across the street, watching, to warn us of what was to come. "I don't think I can focus if you're there."

"I am your partner, Dean. I won't leave your side".

I ran my hands down her back and looked into her blue eyes. "You're so stubborn."

"You love that about me."

"Please don't die." I said, desperately, pressing my forehead to hers.

"You too." She whispered, her breath hot on my lips.

We made a promise to each other that I didn't think I could keep. I just hoped she could keep hers.

"Her?" Ava asked, pointing to the little blonde, no older than 7 years old who was seated in front of a large birthday cake, surrounded by her parents and grandfather. There were tight smiles across their faces.

"Definitely." I said as we crouched back out of view.

"Ready?" She asked me.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I said with a nod.

We got in position. Sam along the side of the house, and Ava crouched over the main water supply.

I purposefully caught the eye of a demon and ran around the home to Sam. The demon followed me, running into the demon blade.

"One down." Sam whispered with a grin.

I drug it's body behind the house so it wouldn't be spotted.

By the third kill I was feeling positive. Maybe I would survive this after all.

"Going out swinging, huh?" I asked Sam with a grin.

"You're not going anywhere."

I shrugged and looked up from behind Sam. "That's yet to be seen." I whispered as I saw the habitants of the houses in the neighborhood out on their porches. Staring at us with black eyes.

"Run." Sam said, as we took off to the front porch of the house, the demons breaking into a run as well. Sam clicked his lock pick in place and began turning it.

The demons were quickly coming to the house. "Come on Sammy!"

"I'm trying!"

Where's Ava?

The sprinklers exploded into action, making the demons scream in pain, but someone was breaking through the holy water.

She dropped her hood and wiggled out of her jacket. I finally let my breath go. "You're a genius."

"Tell me something I don't know." My wife said with a smile.

Sam clicked the lock into place and we were in.

The house was dark. Sam stepped over an older woman's corpse in the doorway. She had obviously been there for days. There were flies on her cheek. Ava covered her nose, and we walked around her.

I unwillingly let go of Ava's hand so we could raise our guns. At best we could get a hit in to slow the demons down if they got through the line of holy water.

There was a creak next to me and I turned to find the husband from the house. I grabbed him, covering his mouth with my hand. "Shh. We are here to help you, but you need to be quiet. Ok?"

The man nodded. "Where is she?"

"Upstairs." He whispered.

"Go downstairs and make a salt line at the door. Don't come out no matter what."

"I can't go without my wife." He hissed.

"You can." I said sharply. "We will get her. Just go." I shoved him away.

He looked alarmed, grabbed the salt shaker off the table and ran toward the stairs.

I met Ava's eyes, and then Sams with a nod. We all slowly went up the stairs. Ruby went in one door, Sam in one, Ava and I in another.

We went into what was obviously the parents room. It was empty. The bed was unmade. It was obvious that the family hadn't slept much since the invasion.

The room was eerily quiet. Ava opened up the closet and shook her head. Empty. As expected. If she wasn't pregnant I may lock her in there to keep her safe. To keep her stubbornness from getting her and our child killed. "Stay here." I told her quietly. "Until it's over."

"No." Her voice was stern and clear. "Don't ask me again." She moved past me, and opened the door again.

I didn't get the chance to ask her again. I was afraid I never would.

I pushed in the door Sam went in. He was hovered over a child's bed. The wife was lying down with her daughter at her side. The child, Lilith, was asleep in a canopy bed. I went around to where Sam stood, with his blade raised.

"Do it!" The woman whispered in desperation. "Do it!"

Sam raised the knife. I glanced at the girl, and she was all I saw. No demonic face under her sleeping one. She was just a child. "Sam! No!"

He looked to me as the child sat up with a scream.

"She isn't Lilith. Not anymore." I told him quietly. I looked to Ava and she nodded.

"Go down to the basement. Your husband is there. You'll be safe."

"You should go to." Sam said, but Ava brushed him off.

"Where's Ruby?" She asked.

"She went into a different room." Sam said slowly.

"We've lost the element of surprise." I said, moving out into the hallway. Ruby burst out of the room she had been in.

"Can Lilith get past the holy water?" Sam asked her.

"With her pay grade she isn't sweating some holy water."

We went down the stairs as a group. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing straight up. My time was out. It was over. Lilith was gone, and I was going to Hell.

We stood in the dining room. The house was empty except for us and the family. It was fucking over.

"Okay, Ruby, I'm in." Sam said, turning to the blonde.

"What do you mean?" Ruby asked.

"What do I have to do to save Dean? You told me you have a solution, I'm on board."

"You has your chance. It's too late. I told you I had a solution but that was before. We needed time. This isn't just a switch. Dean is dead, and we need to get out of here before we are all dead too."

"There has to be a way. Whatever it is I will do it." He said intensely. I grabbed at Sam. I had to stop him. He wouldn't die for me. I wouldn't let him. "Dean no! Stop! I'm not going to let you go to Hell."

"Yes you are. Yes you are. I'm sorry. I did this, but whatever you're trying to do isn't going to save me. It's just going to kill you." I told him, holding him close to me.

"So what am I supposed to do?" He asked, defeated.

"Take care of my wheels. Take care of Ava and my daughter. Keep fighting the good fight, Sammy. Always remember what I taught you."

The clock in the living room chimed. Midnight.

"I'm sorry, Dean." Ruby said. "I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy."

Ava reached for me, but I put out a hand to stop her. I could hear the snarls echo through the room, and there it was. "Hell Hound." I said softly before seeing the creature in front of me. It was a large dog that almost seemed to be made of black demon smoke, but it was more grounded. It's large white teeth dripped with blood and thick saliva, it's black eyes caught sight of me and it charged.

We ran, pushing as hard as we could into a room adjacent. Ruby and Sam held the door shut as Ava and I sprinkled dust along the entrances to the room.

"That won't hold it for long." Ruby said. "Give me the knife, Sam and I'll try to hold it off."

I turned as Sam began to hand the blade to Ruby. Her sharp teeth turned into a smile as her milky white eyes locked onto the knife.

"Sam no! It isn't Ruby."

I could still see her black eyes echoing in my memory.

"Oh boys, you got me." Lilith flashed her white eyes to us a won't a sinister smile. She flicked her fingers sending me flat on my back against the floor, and Ava and Sam pinned against the wall.

"Ava!" I shouted, turning my head to make sure she was okay.

"Where's Ruby?" Sam asked between gritted teeth.

"Gone." Lilith said with a song-song tone. "She was a naughty girl. So I sent her away."

I struggled against her restraint, but I couldn't move. I could still hear the hound scratching at the door.

"Let them go!" I shouted, struggling. This is what I was afraid of. This is why I didn't want her to come.

"We will always be together." Ava said, her fingers laced in mine. It was hard to not believe her when she was still in her wedding gown. "Fate be damned."

She turned to me, her hair blowing in the breeze from the sea. Her lips exposed a row of perfect teeth. I remembered what it felt like the first time I saw her on that shore. She looked so free. She was beautiful.

"I guess in a way we will."

She put her arms around my neck. "In every way."

She kissed me like it was the first time, like it may be the last time. In the life we live we never know what time will be our last.

What time was our last?

"I don't speak to puppy chow." Lilith said with a sweet smile. "Sam." She breathed, walking to him. "I am so pleased to meet you. I've heard all about you." She leaned in and pressed her mouth to my unwilling brother.

"Let my brother out of his deal." He said, his voice surprisingly strong. "I'll give you whatever you want."

Lilith laughed sharply. "Oh silly Sam. You're trying to barter with me when you have nothing I want."

She backed up and took the door in her hand. "Sick 'em boy!" She said, swinging the door open.

Ava

"No!" I cried out. My scream echoing through the silence of the night, through the demons laughter, through Sams one cries.

When you lose everything, time slows, it crawls. I couldn't see the hound, but I could see it's claw marks scratching at the floor as it ran for Dean. He was still held down by Lilith's invisible hand. The creature grabbed at him, pulling him off the table. He screamed out in pain, causing my vision to blur from tears. It was static along the edge, as his flesh ripped from long, hellish claws. Blood poured from his mouth as he cried out, his green eyes searching for me.

I struggled against my own invisible restraints. I felt helpless. I couldn't help him. I was useless. "I'm here, Dean! I'm here!"

He opened his mouth to respond and cried out again. Large gashes appeared on his chest. This was my fault. He did all of this for me.

The hounds claws ran down his right arm, leaving long, deep cuts. Time slowed even more as the claw caught the hair tie around his wrist. It popped open, flying away from his body. I hadn't noticed that he still wore it. It had just become apart of him. Just like I had.

"Is that my hair tie?" I pointed to his wrist.

"Oh, uh yeah. It was on the floor. I figured you'd want it. To put your hair up." He reached for his wrist to take it off, hooking his index finger into it.

I put up a hand to stop him. "No, um. You keep it."

I watched the life drain from his eyes as he stopped struggling against the claws. My heart broke. Pain rolling through my chest. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. His eyes were still wide open.

"Dean! No!" Sam shouted out in pain. Lilith laughed out loud, giggling like a child. The sound of the cruelty in her laughter brought me out of my trance. I turned my eyes to her and Sam as she approached him.

"I will end all the Winchester's left in one fell swoop. Your brother, you, and his little wife and future spawn. All of you will burn. Then I'll go outside and end your Daddy. Finally the thorn in our side will be gone."

Sam struggled against her grip.

Dean was right. I should've never come here. Now his sacrifice would be in vain. We were all going to die here.

Lilith brought her hand up, her eyes glowing yellow. Light radiated from her palm outward. It was so bright I had to look away, like staring into the sun.

The light swallowed Sam whole. I closed my eyes tightly. Tears fell down my cheeks and my head was pounding. I couldn't lose him too. This was wrong. This was all wrong.

"What?" Lilith asked, shocked, as the light dissipated.

I opened my eyes. Sam was okay. His hands were in front of his face to block her attack, but he wasn't harmed. He was on the floor, and he slowly stood. As he did I realized I was no longer held either.

He slowly reached for the knife and stood. His eyes met Lilith's. She looked afraid. He lunged for her, and her mouth opened, smoke rolled out of her, into the vents, and out of the house. Her body crumbled as the last bit of smoke left her body. She fell next to Dean.

We had a moment of silence before we both scrambled to him. I fell to my knees and took his head in my lap. "Dean." I whispered. I pulled him up to my chest and pressed my forehead to his like we had done a hundred times before.

This was how it was always fated to be, but I never believed in fate. We had been preparing for this for 6 months but here I was, not believing it. I ran my fingers along his eyelids, closing his eyes. His apple green eyes disappeared from my view for the last time. I would never see the sarcasm in them, and the way they would sparkle after he kissed me.

With his eyes closed he could almost be sleeping. Almost. Except there was no rise of fall of his chest. Just the warm, wetness of blood. I wept over him, holding his body close.

Sam came up behind me, touching my shoulder. I turned to him to see a tear roll down his own face. He lowered himself next to me, wrapping his arms around me. He needed me as much as I needed him. I looked from him to Dean, and I felt sick to my stomach. There was an intense cramping within my belly, and the corners of my vision came to static. "Ah." I cried out, holding my stomach with my free hand. My head pounded, and rolled into a searing, stabbing pain behind my eyes. I closed my eyes.

"Ava? Are you okay? Ava?"

He sounded far away and then I couldn't hear him at all.

My vision was completely gone. I was overcome by the pain in my head, and the cramping in my belly. I could feel myself drowning as I succumbed to the darkness.

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Authors Note:

Y’all this has been a serious labor of love for me. As I’m sure many of you know, I’m an author outside of fanfiction. The last year has been really rough for me, and I found myself and my inspiration again in this show. I wrote 80K+ in a total of two months writing this piece, and by the end of it all I will have over 250K in total. So thank you so much for reading and for keeping up with this story! Now that part 1 is complete I’ll begin uploading part 2 to tumblr. Y’all are seriously so wonderful, your messages and comments mean the world to me. I swear when I get a notification I start foaming at the mouth (maybe I should see a doctor for that IDK)

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aloha-cowgirl · 5 years

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Two years ago, Sam and Jess made the decision to break up after graduation. Though they had planned on going to Stanford together, Sam reluctantly decided to stay in Lawrence after graduation at his father’s behest, and after a year of trying, they decided that neither wanted the pressure of a long distance relationship hanging over them fresh into their college years. They decided that parting on good terms would be better than the slow suffering.

The moment that he said goodbye to Jess, he began to regret his decision to put Stanford on hold. He felt as though his life no longer had direction. The images he’d had of his future all hinged on graduating from Stanford Law, marrying Jess, and starting a family. Instead, Sam spent the last three years studying part time at the local community college while helping out on his free days with the family business, restoring classic cars at John & Bobby’s garage. He had also taken to casually dating girls that were as different from Jess as he could find and he outright refused to talk about Stanford.

“Come on, Dean. Please?” Sam pleaded.

“Dude, I am NOT going on some blind date just so you can hook up with Ruby,” Dean answered with distaste. Sam’s latest fling was definitely Dean’s least favorite so far. Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“It’s not a date, Dean; it’s a group thing. And yeah, Ruby’s bringing her sister, but Jo’s working tonight and Charlie said she’ll be there too, and I told her I’d bring you. And if I don’t--” Sam frowned at the thought. “She’s like… a really angry kitten. With sharp claws.” He curled his fingers like a cat for emphasis.

Sam knew that Dean wouldn’t have plans, even though it was Friday night. Unlike himself, Dean hadn’t had much of a social life since he and Lisa broke up last year. The split was amicable and the two remained friends, but something seemed different about Dean lately. In fact, he and Sam had somehow changed roles, with Sam now being the Winchester more likely to bring home a random waitress than his once infamously womanizing older brother.

He gave Dean his best sad puppy eyes, knowing that his brother really had no excuse to turn down the offer anyway.

“Fine,” Dean relented, “but you’re paying the tab.”

“Deal,” Sam breathed in relief.

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Sam slammed the heavy passenger door of Dean’s ’67 Impala as soon as they were parked in the lot beside The Roadhouse. He stomped off toward the door, clearly relieved to have finally escaped the confines of the vehicle.

“Hey! Manners!” Dean yelled after him with false indignation, failing to hide a smirk as he stroked his hand over the car’s roof soothingly. “He didn’t mean it, Baby.”

Dean might have used the 20-minute drive to the bar to amuse himself by mercilessly annoying his younger brother. He’d managed to cover an impressive array of topics in the short time, concluding with Sam’s steadily lowering standards when it came to dating.

“Jerk!” Sam yelled back before swinging open the green wooden door and disappearing inside.

“Bitch!” Dean shouted back, followed by a smug grin.

A neatly dressed man sitting alone on a bench beside the entrance chuckled at the exchange. Pleased with the fact that even a perfect stranger could see the amusement in his brother’s annoyance, Dean called over to the man as he closed his own door and headed toward the entrance, “No respect for a classic!”

“Kids these days,” the man responded with a solemn shake of his head, and a flash of a smile just as Dean threw his head back in laughter and passed through the door to enter the bar, his mood lightened.

Inside, he waved a greeting to Jo Harvelle, the pretty blonde behind the bar, before making his way to one of the booths that lined the wall. Sam, still pouting a bit, sat facing away from the door with the wall on his left side with Ruby at his right, so Dean slid onto the bench opposite. His pleasant mood was enough that he even greeted Ruby with a polite smile as he settled into his seat.

“So, uh, where’s the rest of this group thing?” Dean asked, just as Jo reached the end of their table with a bucket of ice that held six beers.

“Charlie said she’s running late,” Jo commented offhandedly. Sam and Dean both eyed her with suspicion as her cheeks and ears turned pink.

“Well, hi there, Jo,” Dean greeted with exaggerated cheerfulness. “Something you wanna share with the class?”

“Nope,” Jo answered, quickly turning on her heel and ducking back behind the bar before she could be asked any further questions.

The Winchesters thought of Jo like family, along with her mother, owner of The Roadhouse, Ellen. Dean couldn’t remember exactly when Ellen had first appeared at their Uncle Bobby’s side, but he’d been a young teen. It seemed like she was an instant fit and she’d been around ever since. She and Jo were two of a kind, sweet but tough, and afraid of nothing.

Charlie had been patiently pursuing Jo for weeks now, but as far as they knew, her attempts had so far been unsuccessful and the pair’s interactions had gone no further than friendly chatting at the bar.

“I think Charlie’s persistence is finally paying off,” Sam laughed, picking up his bottle and taking a draw, the annoyance from earlier finally melting from his face.

“Meg’s on her way. Her date’s meeting her here,” Ruby stated without looking up from the text she was reading. Her face twisted with disapproval as she scrolled on. “Castiel,” she read. “Stupid name.”

“I like it,” Dean challenged with a glare, his tolerance for Ruby dipping dangerously low, “It’s different. Better than some douchebag name like Brady.” Sam huffed a laugh; Brady had been Sam's best friend until he tried hooking up with Jess behind his back and Dean had nearly beaten him to a pulp when he found out. Ruby glanced up, but said nothing. “Date, though? I thought this was just a casual group thing,” he added, recounting Sam’s words from earlier in the day.

Ruby looked up from her phone, one eyebrow quirked upward. “What do you care? You interested? I could probably still make it happen, you know.” She held up her phone up to imply that she could easily arrange such a tryst between he and Meg with a simple text.

“What? Hell, no! I just meant--” Dean stammered. He hadn’t even met this Meg girl yet, but he already knew that he was not even remotely interested.

“Dude, chill. I’m just messing with you.” Ruby laughed, though Dean suspected that hadn’t been joking at all about making that arrangement if he were really interested. “I didn’t know she was bringing a date,” she shrugged, “but that’s Meg. She likes ‘em rich and pretty. Unless they’re really rich. Then pretty is negotiable.”

Dean frowned, deciding that he was going to like this Meg even less than Ruby. Sam had carefully averted his eyes, avoiding the glare that Dean was now burning into his forehead for dragging him out tonight. Dean briefly considered bailing to the parking lot, but decided that once Charlie arrived, he’d be able to ignore Ruby for the rest of the night if he had to.

After a few more minutes of painful small talk, the infamous Meg finally walked through the door. Much like her sister, she was small and dark haired, with a sullen look about her. Just behind Meg stood the man that Dean had shared a laugh with in the parking lot. He had apparently been waiting in the late November chill for Meg this whole time and that already made Dean like her even less.

Dean didn’t know if the guy was rich, but now that he could see him properly, he thought he definitely fell into the pretty category. Castiel was close to Dean’s height, tanned with dark messy hair and hypnotic blue eyes. He had just the right amount of stubble and was currently pulling off a slim-fitting leather jacket, revealing broad shoulders under a white button-down shirt. It wasn’t until Dean’s eyes had tracked from the man’s lips to where he was rolling up his sleeves to bare strong forearms and then to his well-fitted jeans that he realized he was practically ogling the guy. He turned back to focus on his beer, hoping that no one had noticed.

As Meg and Castiel approached the table, Ruby slid out of her seat to greet them, tugging her sister away by the wrist and off toward the bar, leaving Castiel standing awkwardly abandoned at the end of the table.

“Kids these days, right?” Dean commented with an amused smile, resulting in a laugh from Castiel. Dean held up one of the full beers and sat it down on his side of the table, inviting the man to sit.

Sam looked between his brother and the newcomer with slight confusion before asking, “Have you two met?”

The man gave a noncommittal shrug as he slid into the seat beside Dean, smiling briefly at both, “Not officially.”

“Dean Winchester," Dean offered, shaking Castiel’s hand in greeting, “and this sasquatch here is my little brother, Sammy.” The man’s hands were strong, but gentle, and Dean felt silly for thinking such a thing.

“Just Sam, actually,” Sam added, shaking Castiel’s hand in turn. “You must be Castiel.”

“Castiel Novak,” he confirmed. “It’s nice to meet you both.” His voice was deep and his eyes were such an electric blue that Dean could barely tear his own green eyes away.

And damn it, if Dean didn’t have a crush on this guy already.

He shook away the thought, going over all the reasons that made the idea ridiculous. First of all, they’d only just met, and Dean was not some kind of Disney princess falling for the guy at first sight. Secondly, this man was here on a date with Meg, and Dean had no reason to assume that he was even attracted to men. And, most importantly, Dean had absolutely zero experience with dating men anyway. He’d finally come to terms about his own interest in men after realizing the attraction about 3 years ago, but he had never actually acted upon it, nor had he mentioned his revelation to anyone else.

The first time he’d realized that he felt attracted to a man, he had panicked, diving headlong into his first and only long-term relationship with the first woman he met. Things were going well with Lisa and her young son Ben at first but the chemistry just wasn’t there, and after almost 2 years, Lisa finally called it quits.

“So, Cas,” Dean began, “First date?” The three men glanced toward the bar to see Jo pouring Meg and Ruby each a shot of some dark liquid.

Castiel looked apprehensive, hesitating a moment before answering. “I guess you could say that. Actually, I wasn’t given much choice in the matter. Meg works on another floor of the hospital where I work. She cornered me in the cafeteria and told me to meet her here at 8 o’clock because we had a date. I agreed before I even knew what was going on.” He ran his hands through his hair sheepishly, effectively making it stand up even more than it already did. The bedhead look suited him, Dean thought.

“Wow,” Sam remarked with a small laugh. Dean threw an annoyed glance at Meg who was now flirting with a stout man in an expensive suit.

“Yep.” Castiel nodded, “Now I just have to figure out how to tell her I’m gay.”

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When In Rome (9)

Chapter 9 - The Last Straw

Pairing: Dean x wife reader

Word Count: 2182

Warnings: Angst, a bit of fluff

Summary: Dean notices changes in Y/N after she’s brought back to life, slowly realizing she isn’t the same woman he fell in love with and that she’s gone bad. Will he be able to save her? Or is she lost to him?

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“Dean!” The eldest Winchester heard his brother call out his name, he opened his eyes to find Y/N missing yet again, had that been a dream as well?

“Dean wake up!” Sam’s voice was closer as Dean sat up in bed just in time to witness Sam run into the room, “Dean we have a problem.” He said,

“You’re telling me.” Dean muttered, “I was just happy and asleep with my wife beside me, and now I’m listening to you screaming.”

“No, Dean you don’t understand. I was just getting home and I ran into Y/N and Jack on their way out.” Sam began

“What’s wrong with that? She’s a responsible adult.” The man muttered

“She bumped into me and this fell out of her pocket,” Sam showed Dean the hex bag,

“A hex bag?” Dean questioned, earning a nod from his brother.

“That’s when Ruby stepped out,”

The expression on Dean’s face almost couldn’t be described, it was somewhere between shock, sleepiness, and pure rage.

“Ruby?” Dean demanded, suddenly very awake as he stood up,

“She took them, both of them. Dean, I hate to say it but… I think Y/n has been helping Ruby.” Sam said cautiously, “I don’t know why, or what for. But it might explain the hex bags, why she went missing, why she’s been different.”

Dean shook his head, “No… she’s different because she died, that’s weird Sam, it never happened to her, but she wouldn’t, she wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t partner up with Ruby, she hates the bitch as much as we do.”

“Ruby never brought us back to life.” Sam reminded, “I was tricked by her Dean, you know that… I can understand how y/n would be.”

“Why?” Dean muttered, more rhetorical. He was confused, and angry, he didn’t want to believe that y/n would team up with Ruby.

“Dean,” Sam placed a hand on his shoulder, “We need to find her. Whatever is going on with y/n, Ruby has both of them.

Dean turned and looked his brother in the eye, nodding carefully.

“I’m gonna go see if I can track her cell.” Sam told his brother, walking away and leaving Dean to the empty room.

Dean stared at the belongings in front of him.

The vanity was littered with makeup and other girly items, his belt laid across it as well, on the back of the chair was his red flannel, a fun could be seen through the crack of a slightly open drawer.

He could feel anger rolling through him like a storm, in one quick motion he swiped everything off the area, yelling before he fell to his knees.

Could it be so? Is it possible that y/n would help Ruby? Put Jack in danger?

His mind went back to the last night he saw her, the memory of Ruby, of waking up in the alley, of the dead kid they found. What had happened?

He didn’t want to believe you would ever team up with the enemy, especially after everything Ruby had done, and he would pray if it meant you didn’t have anything to do with any of this, but something told him that Sam was right, something was hinky about it all.

All he could do was hope that he was wrong.

You paced back and forth, angry with yourself, with Sam, with Ruby, just angry in general.

“Would you sit still?” Ruby said with frustration,

“You ruined it!” You yelled at her, “Ruby they know now, they know what’s going on!”

“Maybe if you’t just put the hex bags under their pillows like you were supposed to we wouldn’t have been discovered so quickly!” Ruby fought back, “It doesn’t matter, we have Jack now we have to get things rolling. Come on, we have work to do.”

Ruby had zapped the three of you to an old hollowed out factory just a ways from the bunker, but in a very awkward spot.

The moment you had arrived she knocked Jack out with a blow to the head and used her magic to ward the closet door shut.

You nodded as you helped Ruby with the spell, it appeared to be older than the hills, you’d never seen a language like this, hell even Rowena might not know it. All you could focus on was the fact that you were a few minutes away from a monster free world, according to Ruby anyway.

You didn’t totally understand what was happening, part of you didn’t believe it, but you had to take this chance, the thought that you could rid the world of all supernatural evil with a few words of an ancient language… it was insane. And having Jack was just pure luck.

You tried not to think too much about the nephilim Ruby had shoved in the closet. Jack truly had been the closest thing you may ever have to a child, he was such a sweetheart, he always had been, truly a baby. A sweet, honest, loyal baby. Which seemed really weird but in all honesty it was amazing, you felt pride as you watched his happy face the moment he learned how to make a pencil float in the air, one of the best things was that he had allowed you to mother him.

But all of that, those memories, that was the past you, the one who hadn’t died, who had plenty left to live for. Dying had changed you, it made you recognize even more than this job of yours did, that life is so very precious.

Maybe destroying all the monsters would be a good change for the world, maybe it wouldn’t. You had no hope left, no tears to cry, no sorrows to feel. You were completely empty inside, all you wanted to do was get this over with so you could move on.

After this, Dean would never forgive you. You knew the man, he had a tendency to take betrayals hard, and for good reason of course, it sucks when someone you love betrays you. It wasn’t your intention to hurt him, but to help him. It ended up just making things worse.

One thing you did know, Dean was on his way, and you could only keep your fingers crossed that Ruby could speed things up and get finished before that happened.

Or you would have to fight the man you love.

“Are you sure?” Dean demanded as he drove the Impala down a dirt road surrounded by fields of corn.

“Yes Dean, it says her phone is down there, maybe there’s an old farmhouse or something, we have to try it.” Sam insisted as he kept reading off his phone, which was telling him where y/ns phone was.

“I don’t know,” The older brother muttered.

Sam remained silent as he looked over at his brother.

Sam had betrayed Dean once because he’d trusted Ruby more, and he knew that had hurt him. Now that the same thing was happening again, but with Dean’s own wife. He knew this had to be hard on his brother, but no… Dean remained stone cold as he drove Baby along the road.

He didn’t totally know what they would encounter. If y/n was working with Ruby what was it that they needed Jack for? Would they both be okay? There was just no way of knowing, and that was what irked him.

He knew y/n, they were the best of friends. When Dean was a demon, he’d been there for her, and she for him, they’d been each other’s strength, and because of that they both came through, and were better prepared to help Dean.

They’d hit rocky parts, when Sam and Dean were arguing, after Gadreel left Sam’s body, y/n refused to even speak with Sam. She’d been so furious for saying that Sam wouldn’t have saved Dean, it hurt her because it hurt Dean, but also because it made her feel alone. The idea that Sam wouldn’t help save him.

The two argue like brother and sister, not just because they were in laws, but because they’d been as close as brother and sister since the beginning.

His mind went to the day that Dean and y/n were married. It was beautiful, even though they didn’t have a wedding, both parties worked hard to make the other happy.

Since y/n didn’t have anyone in the vicinity that could be her maid of honor Cas took place, which had made her laugh so hard, she’d been so happy, and thanked Cas profusely for his sacrifice.

They still wore the tux, and the dress. He could remember the conversation with Dean in the other room.

“So, I look good huh?” The older brother said with a smirk, looking at himself in the mirror, swiping his hair back and forth.

“You’d look better if you would leave your hair alone.” Sam commented,

“I wanna look my best, this is a very important day.”

“Dean, you know by now that y/n wouldn’t care if you were wearing dirty torn up jeans and your old flannel. She said it herself, she’d marry you in a nightgown if she had too.” the young brother smiled.

He was so happy for his brother, and Dean was so proud, chest puffed out as he adjusted his bowtie.

“I don’t think I could get more ready.” He said, shaking his head with a chuckle. “We ready?”

Sam smiled at his brother, “Lemme go check on her first.” He said, leaving the room.

Dean was left by himself for a moment as he looked around the room, he’d been in shock. He couldn’t believe she’d actually said yes, that they were actually about to get married.

Sure it was just a piece of paper, but he knew that to her, it had been so much more. It made her feel proud and important, and he wanted to give y/n anything she may crave.

When Sam returned the two headed out to the judge, Sam waiting beside the groom as they waited for the bride and her angel of honor.

It didn’t take long for the two to walk in, y/n on Cas’s arm, a smile on her face as her fingers gripped his trench coat.

It was obvious how nervous she was. She smiles like crazy anytime she’s nervous, and the smile on her face was so wide that Sam might have thought she was the joker.

She really was as pretty as a picture, her smile wide, eyes bright with joy as she and Dean looked at one another.

You didn’t even need to guess what Dean was thinking, anyone could tell. You were gorgeous, and he really couldn’t believe this was really happening.

He was marrying the love of his life, his partner in crime, his best friend.

You’d done more for him than you ever knew, than you ever could know. Dean had been head over heels since the moment you met, and if someone had told him this was the outcome, he might have laughed, but now, he was completely lost, you were breathtaking, and you were his.

You almost ran into his arms, if you’d not been so on edge, Cas walked you to the man and you took Dean’s arm, looking up at him before promptly hiding your face in his arm, tears of joy escaping your eyes.

As you said your vows, placed the rings on each others finger, and said I do, all you could think was how happy you were.

When finally you were Mrs Winchester you sealed it with a kiss, the taller man leaning down to meet your lips.

You’d kissed him a hundred times or more, your relationship had lasted quite a while. Standing here, in this situation, being kissed by the man you were now married to… the feeling was just, so much… more.

When you parted you looked up at him, a smile on your lips as they parted.

Your life together was beginning again.

Dean shook Sam out of his thoughts, the memory now disappearing from his mind, which was disappointing. He only hoped Dean held onto the memory.

“Is this it?” His brother asked,

Sam looked up and spotted what looked like a large, old building. Possibly a factory of some sort, but according to his phone, that’s where y/n was, or her phone at least.

“Yep,” He sighed, not really wanting to do this. He was actually afraid of what he would find, he was dreading it. He knew neither of them wanted to deal with this, but they had to.

Dean pulled Baby up in the dirt right near the factory, parking her and pulling out the keys.

“We ready?” He asked, opening his door and beginning to climb out.

“No,” Sam said to himself as he got out.

That tiny wedding had been a fond memory for years…

Now it was time to find out what it cost them.

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